disconnected.

"lost & disconnected." lee jeongmin. 25. music teacher failed mage △ ▽ △ ▽ △

[kiihong]

[donghyxn-blog]

no escape | kdh & ljm

if it’s possible for his eyes to flash angrily when the kid shook his hand, they did. donghyun returned the firm hand shake, but probably in ten fold. it wasn’t his goal to completely squeeze his hand till the bones broke, but to keep the male in his spot (he still forgets sometimes how strong being a vampire is). his eyes widen in the slightest, keeping the other’s entranced in his as he continued using the lulling voice that kept so many listening to his words. “you say that now, but surely it’s because you haven’t tried.” the smirk that befalls his lips is enticing, and with the tilt of his head, he pulls the other back towards the casino’s entrance.

taking a step backwards, donghyun slowly tugs the shorter to follow him. giving a quick glance around the room: it seems like no one’s questioned their conversation– everyone too busy looking as if their job is of the top most priority, especially with the owner right in their midst. it only makes him more confident that no one will save his newest prey. “please, let me show you around. i’ve got special access to rooms you’ll never be able to see.” the chuckle is low, shoulders giving a small shake as he turns around, pulling the other behind him. there was no way he was going to let him out of here. not when he could have some fun for the night.

[lxjm]

He winces at the handshake, but continues to smile at the man. The other’s intention is obvious, to keep him there, to possibly swindle him of his money (and blood) for the mistake of trespassing onto his territory. The numbing sensation returns, the tugging is back, but he continues to resist, allowing his magic to unravel the vampire’s magic. “Nah, I have,” he answers with a wave of a hand. “I know you’d love my company, but I have things I need to attend to--” The man tugs at him, away from the entrance, his only escape. “H-hey- wait, woah, I have a class to attend to tomorrow!”

God. Bad, this is really bad. It’s hard to resist the man- not because he’s handsome (a typical trait of vampires he’d have to note) or because of the hypnotic magic he possessed- it’s because he’s strong and Jeongmin isn’t. Short in height, small in size, and easy to overpower, even his students, if they gang up on him, can easily overpower him. This is a point of no escape. He can’t help but to wonder if he continues to act like an idiot (it’s not like he isn’t one), the man would finally give up on him. “Uh, no thank you, it’s late? I have a job and money I’d rather not lose.” Along his blood, life, guitar, and probably his dignity. 

[lxjm]

no escape | kdh & ljm

[donghyxn-blog]

( x )

it’s a shame that everyone’s (mainly the workers) are watching them. if only he could bite this idiot’s neck and suck his blood dry without causing widespread panic. oh he would. he would. but instead the kid only receives the glare, perhaps words too sharp and tainted with some his persuasive powers. “leave? but you look new here– i can teach you how to enjoy this place so much you’ll never want to leave.”

[lxjm]

He’s an idiot, an idiot to provoke a vampire that obviously wasn’t in the mood. The man—albeit his calm demeanor was obviously irritated (if that glare means anything), he’s obviously intruded in something that he shouldn’t have. He’s in an establishment meant for gambling. He doesn’t fit with the lavish interior, he’s far from it. A lost sheep within a pack of wolves, a perfect description for him.

The glare intensifies and he flinches.

Is this how he’ll die? Because of his own stupidity? For trespassing onto vampire territory? He’s fully aware of what vampires are capable of. Their magic is strong, even if it’s purely charming and enticing unsuspecting humans. But they rely on blood for survival. Blood. The very that keeps him alive—the very thing that keeps him tied to the world of magic. The thought of having his blood sucked dry leaves him shaking in fear, or is it anticipation—never mind that, that’s not what’s important here. He’s faced with an obviously irritated vampire and they don’t look like they’re going to let him leave in peace. The grip on the strap of his case tightens.

Jeongmin is about to turn and leave, but the man’s voice keeps him in place. It numbs his body, prevents him from leaving. He can only blink, his body refuses to move. “I—“ There’s a tugging at his mind, a voice that whispers at the back of it. Submit. Submit to him. He shakes his head, freeing himself from the nagging desire to submit. Damn vampires and their vampiric powers. He’ll never understand how they work. The numbing feeling fades. He feels the control returning to his body.

He gives the man a thin smile. “That’s… uh, nice?” He says, kicking his feet slightly. “But, I really should be getting home.” He grabs the man’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Thanks for the offer though, I’m just not the gambling type, wouldn’t really enjoy that, y’know?”

[lxjm]

i’m no longer a part of mythica so you guys can just unfollow me (that was a hella long time ago too man)- however i will be exclusively rping with certain people now on this account-- possibly delving into the indie world once more, but who knows.

thanks for the run with mythica.

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[lxjm]

no escape | kdh & ljm

( @mxdonghyun​ )

He’s not much to wander to unfamiliar areas within Busan despite how he seems to people—he cares too much over his own safety to allow himself to mindlessly wander through the city. A wandering artist is what he likes to call himself, yet he’s anything like that. And here he finds himself lost in the red-light district, guitar slung over his shoulder and onto his back. Everything is new, nothing is like the metropolitan area of Busan. There are no quaint cafes or couples causally walking about, it’s the opposite. It’s not a place where he would busk in hopes for a quick buck or two. He’s not used to it, but there are so many unfamiliar people, buildings and lights, too much even, and curiosity overcomes him.

He looks around mouth agape, eyes bright and filled with wonder.

But even here Jeongmin doesn’t belong.

He tries to avoid the gruff looking men (gangsters he assumes, or maybe one of the rogue werewolves or vampires that populate the city) scantily dressed women—or rather everyone. His grip on the strap of his guitar tightens and looks straight ahead with a forced smile, avoiding all eye-contact. He can’t trust anyone, even himself, not here in the red-light district where danger lurks everywhere, especially at night and even more than where he lives in the city.

He soon finds himself in front of building—it looks nice compared to everything else he’s seen, probably one of the safer buildings within the district. Heaving a breath, he pushes the door open only hoping for the best…which turns out to be a casino. Shit. This is the last place he’d want to be. He barely has any money on him and his clothing isn’t even fit for the setting. He’s bound to get forcibly removed—his guitar might be taken away from him if they were to convince him to gamble.

He turns, ready to escape only to bump into a taller figure. “Shit, sorry, I- uh.” He looks up and blinks. A vampire—shit, why the fuck is there a vampire here? How was he unable to sense the man? “Uh, I’m—sorry, I was about to leave actually,” he lets out a nervous laugh and rubs the nape of his neck.

Fuck.

[lxjm]

nightingale | kjw & ljm

[gray-hawthorne]

Night and day. Different and yet, until the advent of film, he had forgotten just how dissimilar the faces, crowds, people could be from light to darkness. Performers line the streets during the day, all vying for attention, for an audience, for money. Some things never changed. However, at night, the hustle of performers dwindles and a certain calm plays along with fingers over instrument strings.

He’s seen this man before, seen him play and sing to a crowd of people, only a few of whom stay until the end. Most times he moves on after only a few moments, leaving the audience to enjoy the show without him. There was no logic in his decision to stay. Maybe he was simply lost in the tune, that was what he told himself.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as the song came to a close, growing only slightly as the crowd dispersed. So many people in once tight space made him more than a little unsettled. Oh, the performer was waving to him. The vampire gave a small wave back, the motion stiff and a bit awkward. Damn. Now he had to come up with a reason. “I enjoy your music, yes,” he replied, “How long have you done this?”

[lxjm]

It’s been a while since he’s actually stayed back and talk to one of the people who actually stop to listen to his music. Usually everyone is gone and he’d shrug it off, pack his guitar and earnings for the night, then return home to his empty apartment and waste the night away. This is a rarity and it only makes the edges of his lips curve more. Jeongmin nearly slips when he hears the words fall out of the man’s lips—well that’s… unexpected.

“Really?! Wow—that’s awesome!” He gives a bright and cheery laugh. An actual fan—this was a rarity. His face brightens, eyes practically sparkling at this point. No one has told him that, well, he’s gotten a comment here and there, but they’re mostly from girls obviously liking him for his face rather than his music. He’s happy, it makes his night.

Maybe for once he’ll sleep without a hitch, without his body rejecting the idea of sweet, undisturbed slumber.

“I’ve been doing,” he pauses and looks to the side, trying to recall when it all started. It all began when his parents first kicked him out… right? When he first moved to Busan with no money and nothing but the clothes and guitar on his back. He rubs the nape of his neck. “Um, for a couple of years now, ever since I came to Busan.” He nods. “Yup!” He puts his guitar to the side and stands, stretching his sore muscles before putting his guitar back into its case. “What made you stay back? Usually I don’t get fans waiting to talk to me.”

[lxjm]

i know i have been slow on replies and writing my starters, i have also havent been able to greet new members either, but i might not be on for a while. family issues have come up and it’s been stressing me out since i can’t do anything about it because of the distance. and that and upcoming essays and tests i most likely will be gone for a week. so being safe, i will be going on a semi-hiatus. 

again sorry for those who have been waiting for starters and replies from me.

[msuspence]

@mxjeongmin​

Maybe it’s in her blood to wander– not her born blood, but the blood that slides through her veins now. She’s not one to stay stagnant both in ways of thought and physical being. While other’s may cherish the home and returning to stay in such a place. Joohyun isn’t the type. It’s not that she loves the night or the way the streets light up in such pretty colors, there simply is no other place for her to go– very few looking to befriend such a time bomb as she. 

It’s not something she minds, however and even ow she isn’t lonley as she strolls the streets, hands in the pockets of a useless jacket because she has no sense towards the cold, but it’s for purposes to blend in and mingle among the mortals. A small price to pay. 

It’s a sweet voice above the rest that catches her attention and she’s drifting in that direction before she even realizes it herself. A man is her finding and he’s sitting with a guitar and maybe she’s standing a little too long– until the very end and who knows how if it’s been an hour or just a mere few minutes, but she’s still standing and staring the moment he even looks up– an accident or not, catching his eyes and now she’s frozen for good– she’s caught. 

[lxjm]

It’s the usual, another night where he performs to pass time. Another night where insomnia keeps him awake, another night where he’s left restless. It’s the same. Every night, every week, every month—ever since he had come to Busan, it’s the same routine. Waking up, teaching the kids how to sing nursery rhymes—returning to an empty apartment and leaving for the night to perform. There is a thrill to it, to observe the people walking by, sometimes stopping to listen to his small performance.

He’s on his last song—it’s late, there’s barely anyone around, only a couple of people standing around him and a couple. With a last note, the song is done and he lets out a sigh of relief. Jeongmin looks up briefly and catches the eyes of a girl and she freezes.

Odd, he’s never gotten a reaction like that. It wasn’t an awestruck look, neither was it one of admiration—it was pure shock, as if she were caught doing something she shouldn’t have been. Had she been doing something wrong? He cocks his head and rubs the nape of his neck, looking at the girl with curious eyes. The silence between the two is deafening and he’s unsure of what to do. So he does what he does best: chat people up.

A playful smile forms—edges of his lips curving up into a sly smile. “You’ve been staring at me for an awfully long time. Awestruck by my performance or something?”

[lxjm]

; tracker

>waiting for you; 

@mxwoohyun (starter); @mxkangjoon (starter), @mxjeonghan (utter regret), @mxyuji (bookkeeper)

>i owe you so much;

@changminxmc (face front), @mxyeri (sweet conveniences), @mxkimjaewook (nightingale), @xmcjoohyun

> we’ve been talking;

@mthsoojung (plotting!), @mxminho (plotting!), @mxdonghyun (but we’ve been plotting since day 1, i got my eyes on u) - i’m most likely missing people and again;; my memory isn’t the best, so please message me if we were plotting !

i recently rewrote jeongmin’s personality and background (they’re basically similar to what i had before, i just hated how i wrote it;; whoopsies) so that’s something to take note of! it won’t affect anything at all;; so er;; haha;; looks off

also if you’d like to plot just like this post and i’ll get to you whenever i get back on a laptop;;; also hi new peeps, sorry i havent been able to welcome you;; theres just a lot of you guys but ye like post 2 plot

goes to bed and sobs.

[eaalex-deactivated20161125]

bookkeeper // yuji&jeongmin

mxjeongmin

Memories were overflowing once again, little details lost to the wind. Her head would be hurting so much right now, if she actually had one. Yuji knew it was about time for her to go visit that·person again to drop off her haul and free up space. It was basically a monthly tradition, give and take a few, after all, it was hard for her to call in ahead to plan a date.

Gently drifting near his residence, she quickly tucked her hair behind her ear and poked her head through the window, looking around. She frowned at the lack of a presence, situating herself on the floor. Was he not at home? She really hoped not, she had some things she just had·to remember this time around.

“Jeongmin-ah!” she called out.·“It’s your undead friend with a memory problem again.”

[lxjm]

Late night researching is something Jeongmin rarely does—something he only recalls focusing on during his childhood. And yet he find himself at his desk, cheek pressed against sheets of paper filled with his messy scrawl. He sits up, rubbing his cheek and running a hand through his tousled hair. A yawn escapes and he stretches his arms. For once he had actually slept well, but his body is sore from his poor sleeping position as a consequence. He looks down at the writing with bleary eyes and squints at it. What had he wrote and when did he get to his desk? Strange. He couldn’t be sleepwalking again, could he?

There’s a voice calling for him—Yuji he assumes, there’s no other ghost that would bother him at this time—and he pushes himself up from his desk. Rubbing his eyes as he shuffles out of his bedroom and into the living area. He smiles and waves at the ghost. “Oh, hey Yuji,” he greets, voice laced with sleep. He slowly shuffles into the kitchen of his small apartment. “When did you get here?”

Another yawn.

“Gimme a few to wake up and I’ll help you with your memory overload, ‘kay?”

[lxjm]

utter regret | yjh & ljm

[mxjeonghan-blog]

there were only two reasons why jeonghan would be caught in the company of a mage or a witch: one, that he actually liked them; two, that he was in the process of liking them. much to jeongmin’s unluck, jeonghan was with him because of the latter. though the fae didn’t know why the guy was so bent on not being here. the prince thought that jeongmin should feel lucky for being here at all! – in the company of royalty, and magical royalty at that. 

hmph. mages and their….mage-ness.

jeonghan was also well aware that it was a school night, and jeongmin probably had a point in not wanting to be here. but where was the fun in following rules of habit? jeonghan only smiled, and pulled at the case, attempting to wrangle it from the other male, and hand it off to the bartender for…safe-keeping. the fae was extremely familiar with most of the staff in the bars and clubs around the place for…ah, various reasons. “just let go, kid! i’m sure it won’t be that bad. just a drink, and i promise you can leave if you want to.” 

the thing about jeonghan’s promises was that he quite often worded them delicately – and he never made one unless he was sure that the odds would definitely be in his favour.

[lxjm]

He has to focus on the children—the students he teach, not the distracting lights and the people around him that’s too close for comfort. Jeonghan’s smile leaves him worried, concerned for many things, like his job, his life, his sanity, oh and maybe his guitar. His fears are concerned the moment Jeonghan leans in and attempts to wrestle the case from him. Yeah, he should definitely be concerned for his guitar. He’s defenseless without it—completely defenseless and naked. He doesn’t go anywhere without it when he’s not teaching and to have it pried out of his hands and given to a stranger, the horror, oh the horror.

A whine escapes and he reaches for his guitar over the counter, but of course, he can’t reach it. Damn him and his short everything. “B-but, my baby—my job, the students! The students, Jeonghan!”

He pouts, crossing his arms and glares at the fae. There was no way out of his at this point, his guitar has been kept hostage and the other seems insistent on seeing Jeongmin fucked up in more than one way. At this point, he has no choice but to surrender to the other’s demands. If it’ll take him one drink for him to leave this hell hole, then one drink it is.

“One drink,” he looks at the fae warily, “one drink and I’m leaving, promise?”

[alienmine]

[lxjm]

nightingale | kjw & ljm

( @mxkimjaewook​ )

There’s a thrill performing during the night, something that not even Jeongmin can understand. It’s become a part of him, he can’t live without it. Maybe it’s the notion of encountering new people—observing the changing emotions within the audience’s faces and ignoring the potential danger that surrounds them. Or maybe, it’s something else completely different. He isn’t completely sure, but he can’t seem to part with it.

“I’m a living flower, I can breathe I’m not lonely.”

As much as he wants to interact with those that stop to listen, it isn’t up to him. It doesn’t matter if they stay behind—it doesn’t matter if they walk past him, it doesn’t. It’s enough for him to look up and see faces of those who do stop. To see the emotions that flash by, to know that they’ve heard. And then it’s over, the song, the people who pass by—it’s finished for the night and he’s left with few hours left to sleep with. Hours that he can’t seem to sleep with anyways.

“I’m a living flower”

There’s barely anyone by the end of the song, it’s usually like that, and rarely does anyone stay back. But tonight seems different; standing in front of him is a lone figure. A strange aura surrounds the man and his curiosity piques. Most of the time it was girls who stayed behind, never is it a man. “Hey!” He waves a hand at the man. “I usually don’t get people staying behind,” a grin forms and he leans onto his guitar. “So, are you a fan or something?”

[lxjm]

sweet conveniences | kyr & ljm

( @mxyeri​ )

 Autumn wasn’t supposed to be this hot—especially at night.  It’s supposed to be cool, especially with the cool sea breeze and, well, maybe he’s just making an excuse to get ice-cream at this point. He had just finished a quick busking session, it was barely anything—just a song or two and he called it a night. He wasn’t feeling it, no inspiration for music and there’s something pulling at him, stronger than usual. Ice-cream seemed to be the solution for this. Ice-cream usually is, or rather it’s just an excuse to not return to his empty apartment. Dark thoughts filter in and when they finally disperse he finds himself in front of a convenience store.

Jeongmin blinks, wondering how he had got there. He shrugs and enters the store, fingers gripped tight around the strap of his guitar case. Ice-cream, he’s here for ice-cream. His face lights up once he sees the ice-cream and he opens the door and reaches for the red bean popsicle—only for another hand reach for it also. He turns and finds a girl next to him. “Uh, hi?” He looks at the ice-cream, then to her. “You can get it first if you want?”

[lxjm]

hello hI SORRY, ive had tests, readings and social events and kflskg college in general so i havent been able to send out welcomes or greet anyone or write in general;;; i have another test coming up but after monday i should be able to get to starters and replies;;; so sorry orz

if you’d like to plot with me or anything just like the post! i’ll try to get to you as fast as possible;; again sorry!

[matcha--studies-blog]

face front || open

It isn’t often that Changmin gets to teach a private lesson - the classes he teaches are normally just basic self defense skills taught in a group over the course of a few weeks, but every so often he does get a pupil that wants to know more. However, after looking through the paperwork, Changmin doesn’t think this is someone he’s seen before and that piques his curiosity. There must be some amount of trust between instructor and student when it comes to teaching self defense, especially in a one - on - one lesson, and yet it seems like this person is unconcerned. 

He pushes the door to the studio open, shucking off his shoes and padding onto the mats that line the floor - making his way to the figure already waiting for him in the center of the room. “Hi, my name’s Changmin and I’m going to be your instructor today.” He holds out his hand to shake, his lip quirking into a wry smile, “May I ask why you’re here? Besides the obvious.”

[lxjm]

He finds himself cross-legged in the middle of a studio contemplating his life. It’s a weekend for one thing and he should be starting on the lesson plans for the next month which is another. Overall he’s just making very, very bad decisions. Or what he thinks is.  Jeongmin isn’t even sure why he had signed up and sent in an application. He’s not weak (a lie), he can defend himself perfectly (with the help of magic of course), see, he’s not useless. So he shouldn’t have to sign up, but he did anyways.

What a waste of a perfectly good paycheck. 

The doors push open and he cranes his head around and quickly pushes himself up. The man approaches him, hand out and Jeongmin can only stare wide-eyed. He’s tall, too tall. Why is everyone ridiculously tall? “I’m short–” He splutters out instead of a name. “I mean–I’m Jeongmin,” he quickly says, taking the hand and shaking it with a nervous smile. Why is he such a screw up? Why? “Lee Jeeongmin, nice to meet you! And, um, I’m here because my students are stronger than me? Um, yeah.” He looks up and rubs the nape of his neck, “so, um, yeah.”