S.even D.ays W.ithout Y.ou

R/s — S/o — Con — Read 「Kim Won Joong, the boy who saw the first beams of daylight on march 31th, 1991. A brat, bound to get himself in trouble. Smoker, Freerunner and F.D.D」☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ''I drink, I smoke, there's probably not a day that goes by without me partying, But I know when to stop. I fight -- but I know when to keep my mouth shut. Do anything you like, but do it with safety.'' Au indie rp, — R/18

[stargazerxminki]

               The tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder. *

[stargazerxminki]

Even though Minki knew it was better not to hope for any dreams coming true along the tears slipping past his cheeks down to his chin - but there was no other road he could pass. He had pulled himself away from any social contact more often than just once, and he seemed to miss it with every step he took nowadays. Just social contact, friends, maybe even a family to close into his heart. But would his world really go turning, would it truly take a step back to overlook itself turning into crowds of energy and heaps of hopes? Why did he keep holding onto something so desperately?

Was it more often, than once?

AU/OC Rp blog - Triggering, 18+ posts - Para/Script friendly - Message.

[kxwjoong]

!! Notice !!

Friendly reminder for everyone that requested a starter from me, to check their tags! It takes me a lot of time to write these starters and if you aren't going to reply, that's not really nice. So far I've only gotten one reply, out of six. Thanks in advance, people.

[kxwjoong]

            x The boy with the magnificent freckles x

Name: Kim Won Joong/Jung D.o.b: March 31th, 1991 | 22 years old Height: 187 cm (6’2.5″)| Weight: 71 kg

If people were songs, he’d be a remix. Never really a beat on his own, but always a mixture of people around him and his own personality — thrown together into a song that would be played over and over again in clubs, bars and on TV. His name is Kim Won Joong, but he often goes as Joong. Even though his story may seem interesting to other’s, he doesn’t quite enjoy talking about himself too much, his stubborness simply refusing himself to tell people too much. Telling too much is never a good sign, as his parents often used to tell him. But maybe, if you just Reblog this post or Follow him, he might give you some more information about himself. And hey, a good friend is never a bad thing, right?

                                           ✖✖♚✖✖

[cxminho-blog]

But I don’t want you. What if I ask you kindly and with a touch of aegyo? — Please make me a sandwich? -Buing Buing- 

[kxwjoong]

Aegyo isn't going to work with me. /He patted the male's shoulder; Come on, you can do it yourself, mister bbuing bbuing.

[cxminho-blog]

Yes you can, actually. I’d like a sandwich. -Grinned-

[kxwjoong]

... You can make that yourself, big man.

[cxminho-blog]

I’m actually a lot bit weird. -Folded his arms and kept on staring- I think it’s the sleepiness taking it’s toll. 

[kxwjoong]

Ah-- the lack of sleep is taking it's toll on people quite a lot, I see. Can I help you try and stay awake?

[kxwjoong]

hyxkim replied to your post: hyxkim replied to your post: hyxkim replied to...

Arasso. I’m already up though — and dressed. I just want to go back to bed. But coffee might help.

Then I'll go get us some coffee. You relax, alright? What kind of coffee do you want?

[kxwjoong]

cxminho replied to your post: cxminho replied to your post: Did everyone die...

I’m not quite sure. You tell me.

Well aren't you a little bit weird, huh?

[kxwjoong]

hyxkim replied to your post: hyxkim replied to your post: Did everyone die...

No no no. I’d rather lay in bed and sleep thank you very much.

Yah, you better get out and get yourself dressed up nicely. I'll buy us coffee, alright?

[kxwjoong]

cxminho replied to your post: Did everyone die around me? I’m right here, don’t...

-stared at-

''Yah, what are you staring at? Mister mean.''

[kxwjoong]

hyxkim replied to your post: Did everyone die around me? I’m right here, don’t...

I just woke up not long is my problem and I’m sometimes too shy at first to speak first.

It seems like that's a common problem around here, isn't it? Ah, you morning birds should be up early and happily!

[kxwjoong]

Did everyone die around me? I'm right here, don't be afraid to talk to me.

[impactings-deactivated20240405]

It’s so strange that autumn is so beautiful; yet everything is dying.

(via agentdale-spoopy)

[kxwjoong]

He grins cheerfully at the stranger, holding out a small piece of paper in his palm with a small greeting, hoping the other will make some time to take the note and read it through "Hello there! My name is Oh Sehun, we probably haven't met before and I know this might be a bit weird but.. would you like to be my friend?"

As soon as his eyes meet those of someone in front of him, he can't help but smile. The eyes seem to be friendly, to say the least about them. So his gaze adverts to the paper in the other's small hands, reading the text as he nods in answer. ''Oh, well hello there Sehun. I'm Kim Won Joong, but please call me Joong. I don't mind being your friend, in fact, I'd love to.''

[kxwjoong]

It's good to see so many new faces, hopefully they'll stay around this time.

[kxwjoong]

These were all the starters I had to write (Except the para starter for Shxnora), if I missed you -- Please let me know and I'll write you a starter!

[kxwjoong]

Luhan & Joong

There was something completely different about the male, something that made Joong wonder if the figure he had been watching from the small table at the coffee shop he was sitting at, was human after all. He seemed to move so gentle, as if he was scared to hurt anyone or anything for that matter. Joong hand brought his designing notebook and pencils, hoping to find any type of inspiration for his next job with a fresh cup of coffee, but nothing seemed to work so far. That was, until he had seen the male coming in. There was something about him that gave Joong inspiration, the inspiration to draw without even laying his eyes on the paper once, simply watching the male as his hand continued to scribble onto the paper, erase lines and bringing them together, only to create something -- anything, he could use for his next job. It didn't matter to him what he was drawing anyway, he could decipher the work at home -- when his mind was quiet and the timing was right. Finally he dared to look at the paper, a small design covered the paper, and he wanted to see if it'd actually match the male. But as soon as he looked up, it seemed as if he had gone with the wind. ''Fuck.. Fuck where are you?'' He mumbled, his eyes dsperately scanning the room.