sunny days

Lee Jihoon Interests include music, music, and music. Also enjoys basking in the sun like a cat. Closed Roleplay @ Mount Phoenix

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The fuck did I even come home to?

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         █ Vision still a bit bleary, Jeonghan could only smile sleepily at Jihoon being so cute and affectionate; wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling his hair, sighing softly at the feeling of those perpetually hot lips against his collarbone. If he was to be completely honest, he’d have told Jihoon outright that he hadn’t really slept at all.

                Something in the air just had him unsettled.

                “Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, arms tightening around him a little more; it was the truth, but… “Be lazy with me a lil’ longer..?”

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“Mm...You didn’t get any sleep?” Jihoon asked, frowning a bit. He kept pressing gentle kisses to the boy’s skin, enjoying the feeling of having Jeonghan so close. They rarely spent mornings together, with Jeonghan’s late work schedule and Jihoon’s early-to-rise attitude. It was nice, that was for sure, and it made him wonder just how many times he missed out on the small moments they could’ve been having.

He looked up at Jeonghan and he couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful he was. Even in the morning, when most people tended to look their worst, Jihoon felt himself fall even harder for his boyfriend. I love you, he thought, wishing it was just as easy to say out loud. He wanted to say it over and over again until Jeonghan got sick of hearing it.

He gave him yet another soft kiss, this time on the lips, and nodded, “We can stay here as long as you want.”

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​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

Jihoon always got up with the sunrise. Alarms weren’t needed, it was as if he could feel the daylight in his bones. He had always been an early bird, often waking up with the actual birds. He loved the sounds of the morning, despite late sleepers finding the noisy world annoying. The chirps, the people rushing to get to work…they served as comfort to him.

When he woke up, he moved to sit, his brain not having caught up with his ears. He rubbed at his eyes as he heard his boyfriend speak, taking a moment to process what was being said. He blinked slowly and brought his attention to the window, rain droplets hitting the glass heavily. He hated rainy days.

He turned back to Jeonghan, a soft smile tugging at his lips at the offer to stay in bed. Maybe a late start to his morning wouldn’t be so bad. He lazily threw himself back down onto the mattress and rolled over, pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s cheek. He trailed a few kisses down to his collar bone before greeting in a raspy morning voice, “Good morning. Why are you awake so early?”

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❝ help me decorate. ❞

“Do you actually even like Halloween?” Jihoon asked as he took a box of decorations from Ren. It seemed dumb, putting ghosts and pumpkins everywhere in sight. Perhaps he just hadn’t warmed up to the idea, but he didn’t see the point. However, because it was Ren, he was willing to help anyways.

As he looked through the box at the various oddities, he began to grow curious about something else. “Does Halloween always get celebrated here? Back home, it’s just about partying in costumes at bars. I’ve heard that some people will dress up at the fireworks festival at Gwangalli, but I’ve never been.”

[arrowsmusings]

I see you in the most innocent of things,                   in the most intimate of things.

My world is filled with LOVE,

                                                                  and it’s all because of you.

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❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

“I’ve never carved one before,” Jihoon murmured, shaking his head, “We don’t celebrate Halloween in Busan.” 

Honestly, he didn’t understand the excitement behind the holiday anyways. Running around in the dark for sugar, dressing up in overpriced costumes that you only wear once, and carving a fruit that will rot in a week. There was no point in the celebrations, when he could instead buy candy at the store in the daylight, spend money on new instruments, and bake a pie with the pumpkin.

Though he did have to admit, he did have curiosities about candy corn.

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autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

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During Chuseok, Jihoon will not be found at the festival! He’ll be visiting home for celebrations. I’ll still be doing replies, but not any festival replies. I just can’t imagine Jihoon skipping out on the holiday with his mom!

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@mpjihoon – continued from [ here ]

Sana had not even realized that the words had slipped from her lips until Jihoon took her hand and sat her down, at which point she figured she must have said something very strange aloud, because he looked concerned. She had been very much in her own head that day, dwelling on a vision she had had the previous night. It had been so bad that she hadn’t slept, that she hadn’t had much of a mind to do anything that day, even draw. Visions involving children always haunted her the most.

She sat there for a moment, very still, eyes wide and glassy. She told herself not to cry, her teeth sinking into her lower lip even as her chest grew tight and a lump formed in her throat. “D-Do you ever j-just… w-want to be n-normal?” She asked, voice hushed and quivering, sniffling as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I j-just…” She stopped there, because she didn’t know how to continue and it felt hard to talk anyway.

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Of course, Jihoon wanted to be normal, but he couldn’t relate to Sana. While his powers prevented him from being able to see in the dark, they gave him the ability to play music more beautifully than some of the most renowned composers. He could ward off pain and heal injuries, just by standing in the sun. Sana? Sana watched death. Jihoon knew he simply could not relate.

Jihoon pulled his sleeve over his hand and used it to wipe a stray tear on the girl’s cheek. He didn’t want to push to hear about what she saw, so he opted to try and help her calm down instead. He kept his voice quiet, “Shh, deep breaths. It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. Relax.”

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atonement || Jihoon&Eros

Continued from (here) with @mpjihoon

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  Eros halts immediately. Hand up means no. A being built on the foundation of love and desire Eros operates on the core of those things; consent. Everything in Jihoon’s body language, demeanor, tone, and stance signal the god that he is not okay with physical declarations of Eros’ adoration. It may be a wondeful touch day for him, but the god can recognize when it is not so for others.

   Slowly, Eros brings his hands up where they can both see them, palms facing out the sign of surrender. It’s reflexive largely and manners as well- a treatment he gives whenever he detects resistance to him. I won’t hurt you…

  “I understand,” he says to make it clear that he will go no further. “Everything okay?”

   There’s only concern in his voice now. Not a shred of hurt or anger at the rejection as he looks over the other and keeps respectfully still. What’s wrong? His face is an open book as it shifts emotions from concern to worry that the other might be ill.

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Ease washed over Jihoon’s face the moment that Eros assured him that there would be no physical touching. When his anxiety was unbearable and his nights were spent awake, the thought of hands on his skin was like fire. He wanted to be alone. Voices sounded disconnected when they hit his ears. He stared at Eros for a moment, trying to process what he was being asked.

“I...” He tried to start, but instead he just shook his head, unable to find any more energy to exert. He buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath, trying to pull himself together enough to respond properly. He kept his hands over his mouth as he shut his eyes, counting down from 10 in attempt to feel like he was in control of himself.

When he was ready, he let his arms fall back at his sides and he answered, “I’m just tired.”

That was obvious. His eyes were somewhat sunken, and his skin was pale from spending too much time indoors. He rarely chose to spend daylight hours inside, but it was impossible to avoid other people when he was outdoors. People were loud, like nails on a chalkboard. All he had wanted was to curl up on Jeonghan’s side of the bed, take in his scent, and drift off to sleep. The thought of Jeonghan made his heart ache in longing. He wanted to be at home.

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live life in color, child of apollo 

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❝ come here, i adore you, mwah!! ❝

Jihoon was pretty sure he could feel his soul leave his body at Eros’ words. He immediately threw a hand out in front of himself to stop whatever the god was about to do. With a disgusted expression, he scoffed, “Put a hand on me and I’ll be the first demigod to be stupid enough to start a fight with a god.”

It was really not a good day to get on Jihoon’s nerves, the bags under his eyes showing just what kind of day he was having. It wasn’t unusual for the boy to be in a bad mood, but it got worse when he was dealing with nightmares. When he couldn’t sleep, he practically radiated anger. He hated sleepless nights almost as much as he loved the sun in summer.

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❝ innocence will die. ❝

Jihoon stared her in the eyes for a moment, trying to decipher what she was speaking so cryptically about. If he were being completely honest, he didn’t have much of an understanding of her abilities and how they impacted her so heavily. However, he was sure of one thing, and it was that her powers were important. He was confident that she was a person with a purpose on the planet.

He moved out of his seat to make room for her and held out his hands gently, guiding her to take his place in the chair. He kneeled next to her and studied her expression with a small tilt of his head. “Do you have something on your mind?” He asked, an uncharacteristically soft tone to his voice.

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❝ you know who i am. ❝

Jihoon truly didn’t know when he was first approached by this strange boy, but the more he stared, the more clear that the image became. It wasn’t hard for him to realize who the guy was related to, especially with the description that his boyfriend had given. When it clicked, Jihoon allowed a small smile to come over his face, finding it somewhat cute how much that Ren resembled his brother.

“It’s…Ren, right?” He asked before continuing, “It’s nice to meet you.” He was rarely so polite to anybody that so much as breathed near him, but this was a special circumstance. This was family. Besides, Jihoon had plans to spend the rest of his life with Jeonghan, so he wanted to give his probable future brother-in-law at least a decent impression of him.

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( @mpxapollo )

apollo blinked.

followed by a soft sigh.

from what he could tell, there didn’t seem to be any lesions or anything of the sort on jihoon’s hand. but, jihoon also happened to be related to him, and more often than not, his children tended to cultivate a tender passion for music. the golden ichor flowing through his veins made it impossible to sustain any injuries, but the patron of music had seen his fair share of composers and performers find their downfall with the faults of mortal bodies. it was only a hunch on his part, but apollo had a sneaking suspicion that it was true.

if he wanted to really make sure, apollo refused to do it on the floor of his foyer. it would have been more troublesome than effective to coax jihoon into a standing position and bring him into walking, so apollo took the efficient route.

❝ relax, ❞ apollo murmured, picking up jihoon easily as if he were a pillow. he made easy work of ushering jihoon into the hulking mass of his mansion, breezing past the closed clinic, an ostentatious set of marble stairs, and into plush guest room. apollo was, if anything, an enthusiast of luxury.

he stared for another moment once he managed to gather jihoon into a bed, hands clasped in apollo’s lap as he sat in a chair beside the demigod. a tendril of warmth still attached itself to his son’s body, wrapping jihoon in a warm cocoon that kept the pain at bay. it was a temporary fix, and certainly wouldn’t last, but it would do for the time being.

❝ when did it start? ❞ there was a beat.  ❝ and tell me the truth ━ i can tell when you’re lying. ❞

Jihoon knew that he was in no position to complain, but he wanted so badly to as he was carried into Apollo’s home. When he could finally see in the light of the mansion, he blinked past tears and looked around, unsurprised by the extravagance. It was spot-on to how he had imagined it. However, before he was aware of who his father was, he had pictured a disgusting apartment with a destitute and lonely man renting it out. He had considered it hopeful wishing. 

He allowed himself to be brought into the guest room, feeling almost at ease as he was set onto a bed. He felt like he could relax, up until he was interrupted by Apollo’s question. He wanted to lie, but his mother had always said something similar when he was a child, and he could never get a lie past her. He began to understand, at that moment, why his mother had liked the god. He was warm, full of surprises, and had a sense of familiarity.

“When I was younger, a doctor told me I wasn’t looking good,” he told his father honestly, “It wasn’t bad then. I was about 17 when I learned how to...how to heal. I was holding it off with that, but I didn’t get medical treatment.”

He hesitated to say more, but he mustered up his courage and explained, “I was playing my violin today...I was just playing Tzigane. It was just an ache, I swear, and then it was like fire.”

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( continued from here feat. @mpjihoon )

dad.

the god of light gaped down at his son with uncharacteristic shock. he frowned at the pang of fear shooting through his chest at the title. of all things to show up at his door, this was not what apollo expected. inari? definitely. amaterasu? unfortunately, yes. a son who despised him for good reason? not so much. apollo admitted that their relationship was a tad on the complicated side, but despite common opinion, he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

so it wasn’t hard to gaze upon jihoon with concern, as any father would have when their child drops by in the dead of night ━ and were those…tears? his frown deepened, crossing his arms as he took a closer look at jihoon. it didn’t take any supernatural powers to notice the waves of pain rolling off the demigod. an observant eye that had centuries of medical training raked over the boy, and realization at just how badly the pain was dawned upon him.

apollo shifted forward to grab jihoon as he fell forward, letting out a small grunt. crouching in the archway of his home, it was only then that he realized just how small jihoon felt in his arms.

❝ tell me what’s wrong, ❞ he pressed, hands moving to cup either side of jihoon’s cheeks. a sliver of energy snaked around the demigod to lessen the pain, or at least enough to let him talk intelligibly. gold eyes scanned the boy’s face, searching for any answer that gave way to the worry bubbling inside.

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Jihoon could feel the way warmth spread through his body. It was so similar to his own powers, but they felt more controlled. He had only been able to heal for 3 years, versus Apollo’s thousands of years of practice. Apollo’s touch was comforting, reminding Jihoon of how it felt to stand in the sun and take in its energy.

As the pain faded enough to breathe through his crying, he tried to look around at his surroundings, the dim lighting of his flashlight not helping as it laid on the ground. With his good hand, he reached up to find his father’s that was rested on the side of his face. He shut his eyes tightly, focusing in on Apollo’s powers in attempt to ignore any outside stimuli. 

He took one last deep breath and managed to get out, “It h-hurts...m-my hand.”

He didn’t realize that the pain had gotten this bad. His violin was in his hands when it had started, the pain slowly setting in like it always had. However, when the pain struck him like a ton of bricks, he knew that it was different. It wasn’t his usual pain, but something worse than anything he had ever felt. There was no choice for him anymore, and he recognized that. 

He couldn’t live without music. The one thing that worried him was the thought that he would never play again. It’s my fault, he told himself. After all, he ignored advice from doctors, from his mother, from everyone. He was aware that he would be scolded, but he trusted that his father would understand better than anyone else could.