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Lu Han || 22 || Albee's Sound Technician || Software Engineer I was smiling yesterday, I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow. Simply because life is too short to cry for anything.

[247minseok]

Swift As A River - Minseok and Luhan

[luhan247-blog]

when minseok mentioned a fun time this wasn't what he expected to say the least. hot, sweaty, and getting beat up willingly just happened to be minseok’s definition of a fun time and in other circumstances, it would've been luhan’s as well. just not that activity.

he'd been minding his own business when the devil of the theatre decided to personally invite him out for the rest of the evening. he had pondered on the thought for a hard long minute, it wasn't like minseok to take time out of his horribly busy schedule to do something that mightー dare he even say it, be enjoyable!? he was an awfully private person too so the invitation was something of a shock to lu. nonetheless, it wouldn't hurt him to pause his own activities to spend a night with his greatest buddy. oh boy what mistakes he made.

his body hit the ground, lungs burning in agony as sweat drips down his face. luhan forces out a pained laugh.

”there are other ways to get me to sweat min” he barely huffs out. it's been years since he last picked up a soccer ball, let alone exercise and this was a sport that required an amazing physique. bruises traveling down his body as he lay dead on the floor ー sorta. he turned towards minseok who seemed completely untouched or even have a single droplet of sweat on him.

”yeah-” he raised himself off the floor “-i’m good, just...leave me here to wither away and die. go save china mulan.” he waved him off.

[meiren-menglu]

Magician!Lu….

[247hoseok-deactivated20180410]

–– hackers

[luhan247-blog]

he’s had the same phone since high school, either too lazy to pick up a new one or believing money should be spent on better things (and also that small tiny fact that he hacked into it to make sure no one else can). he can’t however deny he’d had that phone through probably the most uneventful four years of his life. each contact, memory, text from that era in his life still visible on the dull slightly cracked screen. scrolling through his texts he couldn’t help but bitterly chuckle at the sweet wishful attitude he once had, finally shutting it off after he sees a certain name. the day was rather slow, no clientele waiting for him back at the office or sudden calls from a rather dangerous group of people so he stuck around albee theatre and messed with the audio stabilizers whenever minseok came to rehearse to keep himself busy.

it’s not like he didn’t enjoy bothering yoori while she worked or taking a nap on the catwalk while the actors rehearsed scaring them to near death whenever they looked up. it just wasn’t thrilling, probably for the best but he’s addicted to playing around with the law. the risks made him feel strong and a lowkey badass knowing that without people like him, the world would be in shambles. you could say this really inflated his already large ego (which was probably a huge mistake in itself).

his phone rang all too suddenly, in a scarily coincidental way which made his lips curl into a smirk. the perks of having an old busted phone? everyone seems to never forget your number.

[ txt → hoesucc]: prison didn’t change you, didit?

[ txt → hoesucc]: well, is this where I get all sentimental and say: “it’s just like the old days

[luhan247-blog]

unlikely hero || luhan + jongin (past)

@jongin247

luhan’s korean wasn’t any known atrocity of the world on contrary he’d like to believe his korean was second best to native speakers. relatively speaking he was dead positive that on the fact that for a boy who would basically access data frames at the age of fourteen and be considered an online terrorist at age sixteen can easily learn a couple characters and help create words which would soon be turned into sentences. in conclusion, yes his korean was no where near bad people had believed it to be, on the other hand his ability to interact with human society was something that needed help.

it wasn’t like lu wasn’t happy his father got a good job with better benefits. his life just became, different. the change of scenery, the whole slew of people yelling at him in a foreign language, the unwanted attention he gained being ‘that new chinese transfer student.’ it was just overwhelming for him at the time, making a complete 180 on his personality. he refused to participate in sports, chatter loudly with no clear motive, or even try to intermingle with people that would probably be with him till he was at least 18.

that could be the reason people found it fun to pick on him, you know the weird lanky four-eyed weirdo who probably can’t understand what you’re saying. someone who’d never go to the teachers no matter what, a stubborn punching bag. with his refusal to show his pain and the ever growing anger these bullies had he’d come home beat black and blue. of course he would never be selfish enough to trouble his family, blaming all the injuries on some nasty fall he would smile as if nothing was wrong.

another day, silent and meaningless until the last hour. the daily routine of being dragged or called out by the same group of guys who had nothing better to do with their lives than go after the new kid. kicked, punched, thrown around he was more tired of the daily routine being dragged around than be hurt by their punches.

[princessbusybody]

Rose colored lenses:Marauders

[promptlywritingideas]

Prompts On Hacking please.

I’m actually working on a story about hacking right now as well! :D

1. “Just because I make it look easy doesn’t mean it actually is.”

2. “This is only illegal if we get caught, and I can make sure that doesn’t happen.”

3. “You have your love, I have my computer. Back off.”

4. “You can’t get into my laptop. It’s password protected.”

“Oh, Sweetie, even if I DIDN’T know your password, I could just do… This.”

“How on Earth-”

“It’s what I do!”

5. “You can’t just erase someone’s criminal record like that.”

“Why not? I’ve done it to mine plenty of times.”

6. “Okay, you will never believe what I just found.”

“In the top-secret, illegal file? I’m going with aliens.”

7. “I was a kid! That record was sealed!”

“I unsealed it. And you have some explaining to do.”

I hope these help!

[luhan247-blog]

💬

[ txt → my favorite girl 💕]: mOM STOP WORRYING OH MY GOD JIYONG LOVED THE SOUP OKAY

[ txt → my favorite girl 💕]: YES ILL TELL HIM TO CALL YOU

[ txt → my favorite girl 💕]: yes yes I know he’s a sweet boy

[ txt → my favorite girl 💕]: we will make it to next the dinner okay

[ txt → my favorite girl 💕]: I would never miss a date with you ❤️❤️

[ txt → my favorite girl 💕]: 🙄🙄 and I get it jiyong is like a son to you god it’s like I’m not even here

[luhan247-blog]

💀

he couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “come on guys from all the jokes you’ve told me this has got to be the darkest one yet.” shaking his head at their humorless little pranks. “did yoori put you up to this? that kid sure has some d a r k humor if she thinks this is funny.” he turned to see no one else laughing, pained expressions on all of their faces. “guys,,,ha you’re joking right? this is a prank.” he became frantic as no one seemed to assure him that there was no need to panic. “come…on…guys…she was supposed to go ice skating with me. don’t be assholes and prolong this.” he couldn’t help but choke on his last words, slowly sinking towards the ground. “please…just…please tell me it’s a joke. the news broke him, in no way he ever thought someone could.

[luhan247-blog]

just a phase || luhan + jaebum

@jaebum247

aomg was probably the best entertainment company to have ever hired him. enjoying the more laid back atmosphere than that stuffy studio room with uptight producers at ks star. to be honest it didn’t even seem like his employers at ks star even trusted him. always watching his every move as if he was gonna shove an entire soundboard up his thrift shop jacket; please. it really messed with his mood when he had to dress himself up so they could keep their appearances while all he had to do was fix their equipment. renting a suit for a simple audio check was not the path he had wanted to go. besides aomg was more of a place for a bunch of /famous/ musical talented people to release their genius onto the world. oh, and did he mention the owner was surprisingly attractive? his employer park jaebum was practically everything a man would want to be. confident, charming, a nice body, and talented with a successful company under his belt. hell, he was the man luhan wished had wanted to be, at least that’s what he always tell himself when he would unconsciously stare at jaebum. to admire him and acknowledge his accomplishments, not for any other reason at all. not to watch his muscles move under the thin shirt or stare as he pushed back his hair in a seductive way. nope, it was totally because jaebum was his role model, his hands are sweating cause it’s hot in the studio and his heart was definitely not beating faster when jaebum leaned near.

it was totally normal for him to act this way around another male. they were bros, homies, and all those other terms two friends would call each other. friends, playing the word over and over in his head. yes, friends, that’s how you describe them. staying after company hours and talking about the weirdest little things, it was sort of intimate in a sense. hanging around someone for fun wasn’t something he understood, it was either business or he fucked up something. having small talk and actually enjoying it was pretty odd especially since it wasn’t some pretty girl he wanted to score.

the recording room was hot, they had already slipped off layers to cool off. hair pulled back into what could be described as a man bun, luhan stared down at the controls for the soundboard. although functioning normally it wasn’t changing anything, each recording had no amplified bass or studio sound quality. he just fixed it yesterday and the stupid thing broke down again, turning to jaebum to ask a question he didn’t expect even one bit to meet his lips instead. remember when he said he wasn’t gay? well that all seems irrelevant now.

[luhan247-blog]

dumb & dumber || luhan + mark

[luhan247-blog]

luhan sat in deep thought at how he was going to acquire his precious pocket watch back. he could go through the entire south korean database but that could take forever if he didn’t have a name to go by. or try to go back the place he lost it but there was a small chance he’d bump into that stranger again. he groaned, lifting his glasses to wipe the sudden exhaustion from his eyes. all this power he had held within his computer and he couldn’t even find some no good thief. he laughed at his own helplessness; definitely needing a drink right about now. preferably an americano with a couple more shots of espresso than a human body should consume. maybe in a large bucket, and a zip lock bag of sugar. oh yes, that's exactly what he needed right now just before he set off on a possible week-long journey with no sleep looking for that damn blonde. his barista is surely going to enjoy his contribution to their economic value.

all suited up and ready to fend for himself in the unknown world of human civilization he reached for the doorknob when a knock resonated from the other side.

he liked his apartment complex, his floor was practically empty. no nosy neighbors, and all the rooms he could use for himself (without the landlord knowing of course) but some guy had decided to move next door. they'd been there for a couple days at most, not much of a talker he deducted. which he didn't mind, he was quite happy to know that his floor would stay quiet. but what kind of dumbass doesn't know how to turn on their electricity?

opening the door he almost couldn't hide his joy. “hey, i’m luhan. basically the only other breathing soul on this floor.” mustering the friendliest smile he could plaster on his face he reached out to shake the other's hand. “and it seems like you're in luck cause anything from the twenty-first century is my specialty. what do you need exactly?”

[luhan247-blog]

💋

“ophelia,,,,??” he coughs awkwardly “uh….” racking his brain for the right words to say he stands there looking a bit lost. “i don’t think it takes much? just be yourself i guess. don’t worry about it, she’s experienced..” his voice trailed off at the last word. “just don’t get her mad yeah? if you do i’ll attend your funeral.” giving them a awkward smile with hands clenched in his pocket he shuffles away.

[luhan247-blog]

📖

daily activity tracker #001honestly this is stupid jaehee, blah blah blah tracking my activities wow i’m doing something illegal surprise surprise. i don’t understand the whole point of doing this, i don’t go outside and interact with civilization, i’ve never gone to look for clients they always come to me, and i’m in no serious relationship that I can gush about.

i literally have nothing to say? i’m sorry i’m not the risky, breaking laws left and right type of hacker (that’s a damn lie but for the sake of this entry let’s not). frankly i just sit in my chair and slowly ruin mark’s life with each order I put under his name. oh speaking of mark, you don’t know about him right? well he’s a rich kid who likes to play with cards. annoyingly charming and a pain in the ass- did I mention we’re neighbors? how fun :) his company is pretty okay though so I guess I won’t get him kicked out,,,for now at least. That’s about it? Lu signing out : ) (also I can’t express how dumb this is)

[luhan247-blog]

📷

“he’s got sass and a nice ass” he ponders a moment “well oh sehun, beloved model adored by many and loved by not so many” stopping to laugh at his own little joke he starts up again “ he’s cool I guess, his blog is pretty lame though, can’t believe he didn’t let me code it. I’ve never felt so betrayed in my life, we were twinnizes back in highschool and now he plays too much.“ sighing he scrunches up his nose in distaste at the large camera pointed his way "so are we done? cause i really don’t like cameras.”

[luhan247-blog]

dumb & dumber || luhan + mark

@247markt

luhan wanted to jump off his apartment building. looking at his bright screen as the sold out left an ugly red glare on his glasses. out of all the things that tested and played him for 22 years a sold out deck of cards was going to be the last straw (“but it’s a deck of magic cards luge!”). he could practically hear the whine in his little brother’s voice when the poor kid learns that his brother couldn’t snatch one before they sold their last deck. he didn’t understand why he couldn’t just order another deck of cards but his younger brother seemed pretty adamant on accepting nothing but that specific pack. he was nearing his monthly limit of illegal activities, jaehee promised an earful if he tried to even breath over the boundaries but it was his baby brother. fuck the system yo.

it didn’t take much time to get into the server frame, quite the opposite actually (or maybe he was just too cocky who the hell knows). without even batting a lash or paying that much attention to his current task; he quickly changed the shipping address. feeling absolutely no remorse at the poor individual who was about to not receive their order, left forever wondering why such a trustworthy site could make a mistake like that.

he stood up and uncurled himself from the creature he tends to be. for such an unorganized individual he hated uncleanliness- he forever need his general area of work to be clean or he’ll throw some bitch fit. it might just be a him thing but the need to shower every three seconds arose again, already feeling the dirt and grime against his skin (even when he hasn’t gone outside in two days). reaching into his pocket to check the time he wondered how many hours he could spare. however, it wasn’t there, the only flashy obnoxiously shiny object he owned. an old pocket watch that probably cost more than the house the lus used to reside in. it was an old wives tale that the lu family used to be national figures, looked up and respected rolling in a never ending fountain of wealth. truth be told he just believed his great grandparents were really good at poker and some rich honcho gave it up unknowingly. it’s been in his family for years now, not one soul daring to pawn it off. it’s been an heirloom of sorts, some twisted way to show the family’s unity. the poor family with the expensive pocket watch- ironic.

irony or not, the fact that the clock was missing from his persons was still evident. thinking back on every single moment he spent with it. he had it when he went outside so it must’ve dropped there. he thought long and hard about where and how it could’ve left his pocket. it couldn’t have, his pocket was secure it wouldn’t have slipped out. a mess of blonde hair and an apologetic smile appeared in his mind. it had been for a quick moment, just a slight bump but that smile threw him off. sitting back on his chair he sighed heavily, and here he thought korea possibly couldn’t have pickpockets.

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[princessbusybody]

The kids your parents warned you about

[247jiyong]

— Hack Yeah

[luhan247-blog]

luhan ran a business. more likely he ‘ran’ a business. like most, he preferred to work from home, or his little office turned game room. he hated formalities, the thought of keeping a professional smile and having to sit up straight for half his day gave him goosebumps. this is probably the reason why his office had stacks of ready-made dinners and just add water ramyun littered all over the floor. ready to chuck another one into the pile before the door to his office opened. startled he fell back on his chair, hitting his tailbone in such a way he felt paralyzed for that quick second.

”hーow, I’m luhan what can I do for you today?” his head popped up behind the computer chair as he grabbed onto the table to help himself up. he smiled brightly at the stranger trying to regain his dignity by ‘cleaning up’ (which consisted of stuffing all the empty containers in one trash bin) and leaning against his desk in a nonchalant manner. the slightly older looking male rambled on about his issue, wringing his hands every other second. his request wasn’t unusual, typical blackmail to use on their someone who’s wronged them but he’d never heard of blackmailing your own parents. he couldn’t even imagine why someone could do such things, to the people that raised you, the ones who gave up everything for their child. hearing his reasoning, however, made all that disbelief disappear, wondering now how parents could treat their own flesh and blood like that. it was selfish of him to push his family values onto a complete stranger but he couldn’t help himself, he knew he was lucky- blessed even to be raised in such a loving household that not all children have. his parents teaching him the raw human emotion of love that he wouldn’t have survived in the world without. before the other male could even finish up this list of reasons on why he needed this to be done luhan had already placed himself on the now-upright computer chair his fingers rapidly moving across the keys.

”so you say your last name is kwon? don’t worry dude this isn’t my first tussle with the law it’ll be easy to get this without a hint on who to trace it back to.” he stopped momentarily and looked back at him, “i’m really sorry that your parents don’t treat you right.” luhan hated being professional and it’s probably why he thought saying that was a good idea.