hm i wonder.

"i'm not a suspicious guy, so i look forward to working with you." shin sungjin? jitsui.

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[nojitsui-blog]

haven’t seen me in awhile.

[nojitsui-blog]

( sms >> jistsui ) : i might quit the job but i won't see you every day, so i'm struggling.

he’s tempted to answer almost immediately as his phone chimes, but he’s a bit fazed and perhaps a bit frustrated. if jitsui could, he could tear his phone with his teeth, but instead, he gives it a minute to think. if marie left, he wouldn’t be able to see her, yes that much is true. assuming that she will leave, he’d have to refamiliarize himself with a whole new schedule. at this rate, he wouldn’t be able to pin point where she’ll be unless he takes the time to follow her once again. 

“hnnn...”

[ sms: marie ♥ ] 

for real?aaahh, how will i get my daily dose of marie-min?well nvm that. what makes you consider quitting? T T

[nojitsui-blog]

" and just where did you get that from? "

“that is a good question.”

it was a neighbor’s cat. though she wasn’t really a neighbor, but someone who occupied one of the empty cars down the street. did she live there? it didn’t really matter. after inviting her into his own home, she was now pronounced ‘missing’, and that cat was under his care for the time being. 

“i found it down the street. no collar though. seems to be a stray.” underneath his lashes, jitsui follow’s the girls gaze, but there’s a glint in his eyes and it’s unrecognizable. “i’d like to keep it, but i’m somewhat allergic to cat hair.” despite this, he picks up the stray by its arms as if he were showcasing his findings like some happy-go-lucky boy scout. “care for a cat, miss youn?”

[nojitsui-blog]

#between you and me...///naruto/// wud \\\\totally\\\\ win agaaisnt.....rasengan.....

...

ah. so we meet again.for the very first time. you’re just in time for some afternoon tea!here. have a seat.

[nojitsui-blog]

Lick my nuts

… g-get this vulgarity outta my house. {` sweats a whole new body of water }

[skawngur]

@munsookwon afterparty ph

[nojitsui-blog]

what is this..?

“truth be told, i’m not a good drinker.”

and then he takes the biggest gulp of beer. 

“but thank you. i didn’t even expect you to come around a scene like this.” when he smiles, it’s significantly toothier than normal because a compliment’s a compliment and who was he to not accept it? then he takes a moment, when the former boy wasn’t looking, to follow his gaze. doesn’t seem to be set onto anything particular, so he stops staring so blatantly and tries to be a little more discreet. ‘discreet? never heard of it!,’ is what the alcohol would say. nonetheless he’s trying because he’s tired and the last train home wasn’t going to be around for awhile. actually, jitsui never takes the train, but it’s not something anyone needs to know.

“say, does this beer have any gluten? i’m on a gluten free diet.” you’re drinking beer! of course it does! if minjae ever gave him an answer, he doesn’t hear it. instead he’s hearing every other little thing in the stillness of the bar. it’s so quiet that time’s stopped and jitsui’s frozen in place, hunched over his bar stool, tending to a half empty glass. “oh. you’ve said you sang before,” this time when he looks at him, it’s with something blindingly wonderful, “but i haven’t heard you sing, not even once.” the adoration in his eyes was a little left feel, but then again, that’s just how he naturally looks at people. as if he’s in love. though his smile was out of place, and probably a little sleepy, the fatigue was probably setting in. who knows. he’s just about blitzed to hell.

however, with another glance, something long and meaningful, jitsui falters at the sight of the former. there’s something...pungently strange about him. as if minjae wasn’t strange enough. only this time, jitsui wanted to seize it. 

what are you, @mggts?

[nojitsui-blog]

when will you learn?

[nojitsui-blog]

daseotsal:

it must have been just a few minutes short of two hours before he finally got to check his phone. comeback preparations were underway and as such, he had less of the time for leisure. he still tries to give it a window since life’s pointless just grinding without the fruition of it being put to use. thing is, his group mates weren’t simply group mates. they were like family. matthew, especially, is his best friend and something much like a brother as well. with that kind of status, they’re bound to be inclusive of each other, sharing details about what the other might be doing and vice versa. besides steadfastly following through with sungjin’s wish, that’s what the hold up was for - his actual best friend.

not to say sungjin wasn’t a close friend. it was already a little creepy how much they know about each other, considering taehyung was very well aware of even quirks the male had. he knows his real name too, and being his hyung, one of the perks that came along with the seniority was comfortably referring to him with it. in return, the teasing was ‘your number one fan’. that’s another thing that was borderline creepy. it’s something his mom normally says. 

there was always something creepy about sungjin, it might as well be his defining trait. except that’s not what bothers taehyung about him. the fact that no matter how much he talked, there was still a cryptic air to his words. that’s what makes taehyung restless.that explains the hurry now that there was little time to catch the appointed hour which he thinks honestly should have been decided together. the call itself was out of the blue. 

he leaves out replying to the voice message for the moment that they do meet face to face, deciding he’ll indulge himself in the surprise for today and go along with it. this was his contribution and he’ll see if he could add in some more later. after he’s at long last with the company of sungjin. 

and at long last that he’s in the presence of the male, the awkward silence ensues. he could hear crickets chirping against his skull. then he breaks that brief trance with something he probably wanted to hear. “oh, somin said hi!” then with a classic entry question. “so… what’s up?” his gaze shifts left and right to notice they were a couple of empty seats and it makes him wonder whether there were other people invited as well, thus him bringing it up. “is it just us?” he gets comfortable first, hands sprawled starfish on the booth’s seat as he leans back to check the surroundings. he notices the platters being served and how unusually enormous the food were. with furrowed eyebrows and an expression painted with confusion, he turns back to the friend. “what the hell is this place?”

just as taehyung shows up, exactly 5 minutes after his agreed meet up time, he’s met with the greatest glare jitsui could muster as he takes a slow sip of beer for that dramatic edgy-effect. “if i were a girl, you’d probably be five minutes early and not five minutes late, right?” even when he offers the man a glance, his stone cold gaze stiffens. however, it immediately warms up to the sight of taehyung and his eyes wrinkle in contrast to the piercing glare that was supposedly meant to tease him. “ahhh. just kidding.” another sip, and he doesn’t even gleam at the mention of the ‘brunette vocalist’, but a small smile seeps into his lips against the rim of his glass like reserved child. 

“i don’t really know. work has been the same. oh. i noticed that if i wear.. a pink bear pin as oppose to a blue one? i get more tips! isn’t that great?”  at the same time jitsui’s over looking the other man, but he’s sure to make it subtle. when he’s not looking in his direction, the boy would follow his gaze, tracing it to wherever his attention was. it was the fastest way to get an idea as to what was on his mind. with taehyung, who’s book was quite shut tight, he’s only made guesses. ever since they’ve met, which was a whole different story on its own, he finds that he’s not as open with jitsui, or perhaps.. with anyone? which he didn’t mind to a certain degree, jitsui had enough enthusiasm to make up for the both of them. however, he’d wish he could make taehyung beam just a little more brightly each time they meet. he’s still working on it, slowly.. but surely. 

“yes. it’s just the two of us.” even though he’s casual about it, is he implying that this was definitely a date? “don’t laugh at me, but... i don’t think i have the stomach to finish a single-served dish.” he leans in a little closer like he’s about to spill some serious gossip, “basswood’s the only food place in the world where they triple- no, quadruple the food portions. haven’t you noticed all the employees here are almost seven feet tall? it makes you wonder.” jitsui couldn’t even try to hide his ecstasy as he spoke on and on about how the food was the first of its kind, biologically engineered, or something. his face was steadily getting redder and redder almost as if he were hot and bothered, but then he stops.

“ah yes, what’ll you be ordering?”

[nojitsui-blog]

what did he say?

there’s a moment where time visibly stiffens to a halt and jitsui is left with the aftermath of a closing shift: complete silence. no use in dwelling on the difference, but it still gets to him how fast the atmosphere could change. because he’s not the only one in the room, beyond all the tables stands another who’s currently tending to her own work. now… from a third party perspective, someone could easily assume- as ridiculous as it sounds, that his longing stares were one of a high school girl six feet deep into love struck. and to that he would say… yes that’s precisely the case. to whom is responsible for stealing the heart of one of the world’s greatest fiends? well.

“maah-rie.” 

his tongue curls around the name so familiarly, as if he recites it all the time in his sleep. while that just might be the case, or rather, that is the case, the chime he plays comes off with child-like innocence. “are you off tomorrow? i heard the weather’s s’posse to warm up quite nicely. ”sure it might seem strange that marie’s the only one truly cleaning while jitsui waits over his mic for nothing, but if he starts cleaning, he can’t stare. reluctantly, the boy picks himself off his stool and begins to set the chairs over the table tops.

are you free, @kaikarie?

[aemint]

@nojitsui really wants some pancakes.

taemin is no five-star chef. in fact, the only thing in the kitchen he’d get five stars at would be anything that was made with one ( maybe two ) directions on whatever packaging it came in. this, this is definitely not a surprise to anyone who knows him. this is not news to jitsui.

and, in this moment of silence, he decides he’s a real pancake connoisseur. he looks at the menu, then to jitsui. back to the menu, back to jitsui. “you know, the most important part of the pancake the batter itself. the consistency, it can’t be too thick, it can’t be too thin… i’ve not quite mastered it. because, as is evident in our previous conversations…”

oh god, here we go. again. “mine always came out a little too thick.”

[nojitsui-blog]

“...ahhhh...?” he gives an all knowing smiling and wraps it up with a raised brow as if he knew exactly what taemin was implying. he doesn’t though, he never fucking knows just what in the fuck is up with this boy. if jitsui had to guess, he probably fell out the womb and dropped himself on his head as a baby. something like that. at this point, anything insane could easily justify why taemin is none other than taemin. anyways, he’s still smiling, because the pancakes are amazing and that’s all that matters.. 

with that, today’s traditional breakfast date was spent in the comfort(?) and safety(?????) of taemin’s own home. with him behind the kitchen, jitsui knew that everything would be a( mess)lright. so he takes his time, sinking his knife into the center, sliding in between its thick folds with anticipation twitching in his fingers. the syrup drizzles in with thick spurts, working its way into the creases as it should by the time he takes a bite, red lips closing slick over the piece, his fist slams down with a THUNK, bringing all attention to him.

“let’s get one thing straight here. ... i wanna make sweet sugary love to aunt jemima.”

[nojitsui-blog]

"I don't think it fits." ( welcome to minimalist!

“…what makes you say that?” 

but it’s blatantly obvious how jitsui’s pants stretch waaayyy off inseo’s feet. yes this was quite the predicament. “it’s gonna be..cold as hell out there, but if it doesn’t bother you, i have some knee-cut khakis somewhere in my closet.” although offering a meek smile wouldn’t really ease the situation, he did so anyways in a wordless apology. though when he raises his hand for assistance, a smell so pungently awful pierces his nose and his face- for a split second - loses its gentle facade. 

“hn. that’s strange,” he mumbles, excusing himself out of the room before return with incense sticks and a match. “you’ll have to excuse the smell, i think it’s from last night’s dinner.” without sparing another word on the matter, the boy begins his search for suitable pants. after a few minute of rummaging through his drawers, he was able to salvage some capris and jeans before presenting them to the other man. 

“ta-da.”

[kuroyama]

いぬやしき

[nojitsui-blog]

❛ this is why people block you on twitter. ❜ ( welcome to the minimalist fam! ♡ )

“ ... “

someone might as well just go ahead and write ‘guilty’ on jitsui’s face with the world’s blackest sharpie . his brows crease, and he’s sweating far too much, but he’s trying to brush it off with a smile. however, nothing could tear his eyes away from the screen where his twitter feed came into view. now slow down a little, jitsui, deduce what you can from the 943454935 videos that span out throughout the entirety of the page. each one featured.. himself... okay... and he’s stylin’ all over what seems to be a private booth for karaoke? the light emitting from the widescreen television nearly blinds him, but jitsui could easily make out his silhouette flipping and snapping about the floor, arms flailing in a coordinated vogue-esque dance. he didn’t realize that he had the ability to seamlessly rap the entire a’wesome album by hyuna but- ..he’s doin’ it.

“... so. about last night.”

[nojitsui-blog]

[text]: sorry to miss your call, what’s up? (welcome to minimalist!)

the aftermath of his first shift left jitsui completely... dumbstruck... awestruck..? l-lovestruck? he was straight up struck, hunched over his knees in the back alley of the bar, face pressed flat against his face until his visions completely blocked. the heat that seeps through his palms wave over his cheeks and he’s practically sweating buckets.

[ sms ] i think im in love 

[nojitsui-blog]

"Look after yourself, please." // welcome to minimalist! ~

it takes awhile to catch his breath, the downpour doesn’t really help, and despite having ran a few blocks, it feels like jitsui had just ran a marathon across the city. when he raises his head, it’s with a genuine somber. his brows crease, and the sweat practically blinds his vision, but even still the boy could easily make out the woman that stood before him, towering over him like an authoritative figure. formerly hunched over, hands on his knees, he straightens himself and his face softens in humility. there was no umbrella on his person, not even a rain jacket, just dampen clothes that clung to his skin until the pigments of his skin bleed into the fabric. 

“how long’ve you been here? it’s raining you know.”

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    (  — starter for @nojitsui;

“oh come on, how far more do we have to go?” she let out a huge groan as they headed down the streets. her feets were swollen, sweaty and in pain from the several hours they had been walking around in the city without any rest. “can we please find a place to sit down? my feets are hurting.” she whined.

[nojitsui-blog]

“not too far,” it’s a blatant lie, but jitsui smiles nonetheless as if it weren’t. normally he would’ve taken his own car, however... due to unfortunate circumstances, he’s unable to do so. the boy spares her no truth to this, not because he couldn’t, he just didn’t feel the need to. the streets were empty, but the silence is what comforts him throughout the walk, well- save for dao’s complaints. though he kept his strides short just so that the two were able to walk side by side. the only thing he could offer was an apologetic smile.

“hmmmm,” when he hums, there’s a ring to it, probably to quietly mask his annoyance if someone were to assume that he was annoyed in the first place. with one look at his surroundings, he sees that they’re at an intersection. across the street is a dimly lit motel, a gas station and the outlines of a few other buildings sitting at the horizon. the brightest source of light radiates from a super market right before their path. in an instant, jitsui’s eyes beam almost as brightly, clasping a hand on the latter’s shoulder with a childish grin. 

“this is it.” once there, he’s sure to pull out a shopping cart from the rack. “primemart’s pretty far from my house, but it’s the only grocery store with reasonable prices. and the sales are unreal, like in the paper? apparently they’re having a 4 for 1 deal on beef. it’s crazy!” the tops of his cheeks redden as he excitedly rambles on about all the other sales. he makes it sound like this ‘primemart’ is not only a supermarket, but heaven itself. a superheaven? and when he finally stops talking about how the cabbage here is significantly more cheaper than the big chain super markets: “i only came here for the beer, though. ah,” he rolls the cart towards the woman, gesturing her to sit inside, ”since we’ve walked a long way, you can chill in the cart?”