it has me by its teeth,

jung soojung & 19 flyrokinesis & invisibility —but we both know how it goes. I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater, I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife. — SIKEN.

[nxmsehun]

(#blackout) collision theory feat.jsj

[nxmsoojung]

nxmsehun:

what is the collision theory? taking the chemistry theory for example, is when particles gain enough energy (aka: heat) and react with another to form successful collisions, that’s the essential part to know for now, just wait till you understand. 

this xavier’s blackout is getting overrated and needs to turn back on the lights. it’s not that he’s particularly scared of the dark or anything… on the contrary he’s tired of his poor old legs ramming himself into walls or people. but you know, it gives a nice feeling for sehun to know that at least there are people around him and it’s not some ploy for the headmaster to throw in some monster to see how they fare in the school– but he shouldn’t say no more, the thought makes him shudder. 

the darkness, the blinding darkness has practically rendered his vision useless, nil. and bump into bodies and half scaring the sanity of himself (in secret of course, he’s got to keep his cool) and creates no successful collision. 

not until he bumps into a smaller form who’s silky hair and’ yearn-ful’ fragrance of her shampoo soothes his fear. jung soojung. 

not only could he miss her legs anywhere but her shampoo and the feel of her skin couldn’t match up to anyone he’s ever passed by. not a single soul. “hey you.” this is how particles gain kinetic energy, “can’t forget legs like yours and guess what? can’t forget the smell of your shampoo either.” he manages to flirt in the dark. he’s only hoping that she hasn’t disappeared without a trace and finds himself talking to a wall or worse bird brain. that would be a real fear in the dark. 

no response, hmm. 

but the smell of her shampoo is still evident in the air, might as well go for it. 

his lips touch hers, for once he’s being earnest. a smooch and it’s as if he’s no longer struck in eternal fear of the darkness. he sees light, for a flash. 

“we haven’t done that in a while.” his cheeks burn, but the sky is dark so no one knows. and thats how a successful collision takes place. well in  his head that’s what it is. “won’t blame you if you can’t help but do it again…” and he won’t reject her either. 

an untimely occurrence, jung soojung caught out in the hallways in the dark, skin warm and hair damp, fresh out of the shower and already irritated. why did she even decide to come to this trash heap of a school? she couldn’t remember anymore, huffing quietly to herself as her hand finds the wall, presses into cool wallpaper and begins her walk—hopeful in finding someone who could offer insight as to what the fuck is going on.

of course, it doesn’t take long for her to find someone—but soojung regretted it just as soo nas she did. oh sehun of all people was quick (as per all things relating to him) to appear before her non-seeing eyes, impudence she can hear over thick darkness that coated every inch and corner of the facility. 

great. just great.

for a moment, she considers the possibility of saying nothing — of backing away slow before oh sehun even realizes she’s really there (what’s this about him knowing her “smell”?). but all in vain as she realizes, a second too late, the soft press of plush lips against her own (her spine straightens, shoulders tense, heart races) — eyes wide as she finds herself, here, with oh sehun, fuckboy extraordinaire, lips touching and in a rare state of shock.

what the fuck.

he is inches away when she regains herself, fingers balled into a tight fist that connects with his shoulder hard — effectively pushing him further back. further away from her pounding heart, warm cheeks (and for once in the pitch black of the night, she’s thankful for the veil of dark). “what the fuck was that for? yah—just because there’s a blackout doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want.” her lower lip quivers, the last few words wavering in strength that soojung makes up with another punch toward his general vicinity. 

goddammit. (does oh sehun really have her this shaken? no, no way.)

“god, why does it have to be you of all people?” the girl groans, fingers carding through damp locks restlessly as she steps backward, intent on heading right back to the direction in which she came. a blackout was bad enough, but staying with sehun during one? no, soojung was no fool. 

oh sehun can’t be trusted.

“stay away from me, sehun. or i swear to god, i’ll bruise that face of yours you’re so proud of.” 

[nxmsoojung]

nxmsooyeon:

      ❝ pft. your lying’s still as terrible as ever, lil sis, ❞ she chimed, crossing her arms and turning away from the other brunette ( though, her expression did allow for a slight smirk to tug at the corners of her lips at her sister’s sudden embrace. ) ❝ don’t you have a roommate to steal clothes from, huh?? ❞

     ❝ ━━ * that’s because you’re -- you. ❞ she finishes lamely, nose wrinkling at her own disability to truly lie to her kin ( with the exception of her father, of course, that man was almost willfully blind ).  ❝ yeah, but jinri’s choice of attire is vastly different from yours unni -- i’m a girl of many tastes. ❞ in other words a girl who steals from any which female acquaintance close enough. ❝ come onnnnnn -- either that or you take me shopping. ❞ was she even in the position to be giving ultimatums? 

[nxmsoojung]

* ❛ good kisser ▲ scm & jsj

[myungsooxm]

a man had needs. the philosophy had trailed him throughout his life ( followed in damaging exposures to the men that his mother was prone to dating ), though girlfriends, through flings and the occasional bouts of inescapable celibacy. obviously, the school itself subscribed to the belief that their students were going to be sexually active—

there wouldn’t have been a sex education class requirement otherwise, unless they were looking to ward all activity away in the face of shame.

it didn’t change the fact that making out ( at the very least ) was more fun in practice than in theory, and that was exactly how shim changmin ended up in a closet with a girl who looked every bit as restless as him ( if not a little shyer ) and the sticky, fruity taste of lipstick touching upon his tongue.

could he have marked the door, or even locked it?

possibly.

confronted with the faint odor of smoke, changmin allows his hopes of truly unwinding to disperse with the cloud and glances through the shadowed space between them to look at the amused young woman, “must’ve slipped my mind.” for all intensive purposes, he ignores the dusting of warmth settling on the curve of his ears, tugging down his shirt to cover the exposed plane of his abdomen—“maybe a little.”

his lips form a sheepish smile, eyes curving into mismatched crescents. there’s no reason to be angry;

not when he’s more embarrassed than anything.

“looking for cleaner?” the male hums, smoothing down ruffled strands before ultimately just pushing them back and stepping aside to allow her entrance to the admittedly small closet.

the only remainder of his tryst is a stubborn bit of lipstick on the corner of his lips.

[nxmsoojung]

eyes like a hawk, soojung doesn’t miss any bit of detail presented before her--though she had already seen the likes of shim changmin’s ( mostly ) bare body, a glimpse of a reminder was nothing too bad. even if it added nothing but further amusement toward his little predicament. 

( she doesn’t miss the slightest flush of pink on the tips of his ears, either. )

“i’m sorry.” she apologies once again, lacking in all and any sincerity as her lips curve to match his, sliding her body past his to slip into the storage closet with a hum.

it takes but a second to spot the hand-held vacuum on the shelves, colored red--it weighs slightly more than soojung anticipated when she leans up to tug it off, fingers curling around the handle. “something like that.” her words are vague, allowing the appliance to hang off curled fingers as her eyes meet his again, dancing in barely subdued amusement while slowly approaching the male standing by the door.

“you know, next time--you should maybe invest in a room with a bed, or a lock. they provide those here, i hear.” the tease is clear, slowing to a stop before the taller male as she lifts a slender hand, rubbing the pad of her thumb against the corner of his mouth with a hum, almond orbs settling on his.

“it might just save you some humility and shame.”

evidently, the amount of teasing she’s willing to go has no limit -- leaving nothing but a small laugh to slip past cherry lips as her hand lowers only to press the tool into his chest, head tilting slightly. “why don’t you hold this for me? since you seem to have adrenaline to spare at the moment.” 

with that, she releases her grasp on it, offering a pretty curve of her lips before pivoting on her heel to head toward the kitchen.

[nxmsoojung]

( sms ✉ 수정 ) ... true ( sms ✉ 수정 ) do you want it to be? ( sms ✉ 수정 ) i'm bored out of my mind and i can bet my place is more fun than a library

( ✉ → kjj ) exactly( ✉ → kjj ) i don’t know, i’m almost certain i deserve a more eloquently worded text for that -- maybe a picture or two.( ✉ → kjj ) what are you willing to bet? your chastity?

[nxmsoojung]

* ❛ good kisser ▲ scm & jsj

it was an accident, at most, as jung soojung was nowhere near a mutant that possessed x-ray vision. so to say that she knowingly intruded ( and she was by no means a voyeur interested in watching ) would have been, well, wrong. 

if anything, she had been following a whim--a stray ray of hope fed by the janitor that there were a few hand held vacuums available for the students in the storage closet ( given the amount of riches both headmasters possessed, she didn’t doubt this in the slightest ) as she began the journey to the one of the third floor--

only to find shim changmin with a girl nestled between muscled arms--lipstick on the corner his mouth.

“ah.”

the sound slipping past curved lips is amused -- although clearly the girl didn’t seem to think so, pink dusting pretty cheeks before she ups and disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving just the flyrokinetic and the marked telekinetic in the storage closet.

“sorry, i hadn’t known it was occupied--you know, maybe a tie around the knob would have helped.” 

her apology, devoid of any sort of apologetic tones, rung as teasing as possible as her head tilts, eyes flicking over disheveled hair and clothing. “did i mess up your game?” 

[nxmsoojung]

( sms ✉ 수정 ) you're willingly in the library? ( sms ✉ 수정 ) ... come see me

( ✉ → kjj ) if you think about it, it’s a far better alternative than willingly in sex ed.( ✉ → kjj ) oh? ( ✉ → kjj ) so this is a sex call then?

[nxmsoojung]

( sms ✉ 수정 ) say you're not in class

( ✉ → kjj ) i’m in the library.( ✉ → kjj ) why?

[xmsooyeon-blog]

       ❝ ah, thanks, sis — wait.. yah! have you been stealing from my closet again?! tsk. jung soojung, you know you’re supposed to respect your older sister, right? ❞

[nxmsoojung]

      ❝ ━━ * no -- you have no proof... no picture proof! ❞ ever sheepish, her cupid’s bow curves simply so, sliding a slender arm over thin shoulders as her weight rests on her sister’s slightly.  ❝ but i do, unnie--i do. so so so much--now about those pretty knit tops of yours... ❞

[nxmsoojung]

* ❛ trivial .

given, jung soojung was always down for any sort of action—be it danger room simulations or just sparring in classes, if it got her adrenaline rushing, she’s definitely in.

now, there’s no saying where and how exactly did she pick up this specific taste for the potentially dangerous side—but does it really matter?

( no. not in the slightest bit. )

as a matter of fact, the school’s more action built activities dances on the line of something she enjoyed as well as well—easily grew annoyed by; evident of her days long temper by her first ever danger room simulation.

( the amount of students she’s cursed in her head was astounding. )

thus, why the flyrokinetic stood ready on the school courtyard, brunette locks pulled back into a tight ponytail as slender fingers play with the loose blue strand of her hoodie, eyes fixated absently on the mix of colors in the sky above.

figures they’d be doing whatever this is in the dark.

frost does know how to make things far more difficult for them after all.

goddamn bitch.

[nxmsoojung]

       ❝ ━━ * unnie! unnie--got any tops i can borrow? here’s your jeans, by the way--i should have known they’d be too short for me. ❞

[nxmsoojung]

nxmsehun replied to your post:* ❛ flora lane ▲ jyi & jsj

I FELT THAT BURN FROM MY LAPTOP SCREEN

[nxmsoojung]

* ❛ flora lane ▲ jyi & jsj

oh sehun has got to be fucking kidding her.

although soojung couldn’t exactly say she didn’t expect it -- oh sehun definitely seemed like the type to resort to the basics of courting ( and “gentlemanship” ) in order to get a pass at the prize between her legs -- she definitely wasn’t betting on it happening so soon. still, there she sat on the bench in the gardens, just the slightest bit perplexed by the bouquet of sunflowers laid ( sped to at the speed of light ) on her lap within a blink of an eye—leaving little to be noticed of oh sehun beyond the gust of wind that plays with the ends of her hair.

( if she didn’t know better—she’d think he was shy. )

nevertheless, the flyrokinetic took time out to glance over the note he had left her -- eyes rolling in amusement at the messy scrawl when you smile the sun shines as her lips twitch; no, she will not give him that satisfaction -- before folding it up and slipping it into her coat, attention flicking up to catch sight of a girl passing by as she calls out.

“hey--” 

soojung hums, lips curved as she plucks a stalk from the bouquet and offers it.

“flowers? for a pretty girl.”

[nxmsoojung]

so!!! just reply to this with one word for a 100-200 word starter based around it ty :)

THIS IS NULL AND VOID DON’T U DARE COMMENT AGAIN

[nxmforge-blog]

( &. sweethearts | ft. jsj ❜ )

u-um, d-did you know that your blood takes a very long trip through your body? yeah, um, if you could stretch out all of a human’s blood vessels, they would be about 60,000 miles long. that’s e-enough to go around the world twice. i-isn’t that fascinating? { ` yes, baekhyun, because the best pick-up line in the world is about how long all of the world’s blood vessels are. why couldn’t there be a textbook on how to talk to girls? — but even then, after reading the whole thing word by word for a total of three times, he’d still be entirely clueless about the whole thing. bless his heart. } { cue the awkward hand fidgeting and inability to stare into her eyes now. why was it that he could be perfectly fine lecturing to a hall of hundreds of students but couldn’t manage to muster up the courage to talk to one girl? because that one girl was jung soojung, that’s why. }

[nxmsoojung]

uh...? ( * no doubt about it, byun baekhyun is cute -- had soojung been the type for soft hearts and bright smiles ( had she not been the type to r u i n ), she would have been enamored, would have been a tiny bit more than flattered at the riveting difference between treatment of herself versus the rest of the female body in baekhyun’s subconscious. she could spot a crush from miles away and byun baekhyun——byun baekhyun has it written across his forehead in pastel pink curves ( soft & smitten, it’s him right down to the very shade that sometimes dusts his cheeks ). he’s cute, soojung would give him that — but unfortunately nothing else. ) i guess it is—but this seems more like something you and sunggyu could nerd out about than with me... ( * and she’s teasing, not bothering to hide the lilt in her tone in the slightest as slender fingers lift to brush her hair out of her line of vision ( still very much so fixated on the boy before her ), pink lips curved in muted amusement  ) how about it? y’got any other facts that might relate to me?

[myungsooxm]

deathless death , ( j s j )

[myungsooxm]

changmin had never considered himself to be very high-maintenance. in fact, so many years living from meal to meal had taught him to be just the opposite; to take things in stride and never waste his time worrying about what wasn’t fair.

nothing was fair, and nothing would ever truly be.

he was fine with that, for the most part. save for when he found himself forced to the ropes without any clue of what he’d done wrong. then, it was his turn to wonder at the figures standing at the head of class, debriefing the students as if what they’d gone through was truly routine. the blonde that he only vaguely recognized as the headmistress watched each of them stoically, slender arms crossed and expression every bit as unflustered as changmin wished he could be.

maybe this wasn’t the right place for people like him. the thought, as though living and breathing by itself, followed his every step; a specter of pure doubt.

his train of thought, complete with idle murmurings ( as he attempted to excuse himself ) only ceased upon finding himself face to face with an unfamiliar girl. her response did little to ease his nerves, beckoning forth a thick, rasping sigh, “why would anyone need to be briefed…” changmin mused to himself, shoulder hitting the wall with a quiet thump; deflated.

though he couldn’t help but muster up some sense of amusement at her question. with belated self-consciousness, the telekinetic reached up and wiped at the stains flaked across his face. his head still felt like it might explode, he still had trouble balancing his weight between two legs that had been perfectly capable when he woke up in the morning—

but he’d be damned if he wanted to walk around looking like something out of a horror movie.

“yeah, i think they tried.”

quietly, he took a moment to lay hazy eyes on her face, barely able to take in features but just the same. she was pretty, if a bit ( obviously ) irritated, “policy after this should be sleep first, questions later.”

a shower wouldn’t hurt.

[nxmsoojung]

there was a twinge of pity. 

compared to most, the male before her is undoubtedly a bit worse ( an understatement, really ) for wear; a waste, seeing as any focus on the features beyond caked blood on tanned skin would have brought to light the fact that he wasn’t too bad too look at.

( not that jung soojung was anywhere near the mood of looking at guys for the time being. )

no, for now, she wanted to bitch, moan, and punch a hole through the wall more than anything. maybe then they’d let them out. although she’s surprised at the fact that they hadn’t been released already—given the fact that one of the headmasters was so obviously telepathic. you’d think she’d be able to feel the dwindling attention span of her tired students.

or maybe she just doesn’t care.

soojung’s willing to bet on that, actually.

“obviously, you look like shit.”

the sound she makes it amused, almost shielding the crass tone that slips out--undoubtedly driven by the growing state of irritation at her own predicament--while cranky and ultimately, covered in sweat and dust, it’s safe to say she has even less patience to sugarcoat.

not that she was actually much of the type to begin with.

“maybe they want it over with so they don’t have to deal with it in the future—though i’m willing to bet we want less to deal with them right now.” the flyrokinetic grumbles, carding restless fingers through tangled locks as another sigh ( soojung feels like she’s gained ten years alone from just sighing ) slips past pretty pink lips, eyes rolling to the ceiling as if cursing the big guy upstairs for even doing this to her.

she didn’t ask to be a mutant stuck in this fucking military camp.

“i just want to take a fucking bath.”

[nxmsehun]

dogs chase cats feat. jsj

[nxmsehun]

the basic homosaepien male would usually understand the anguish washing over his body and infecting every artery and vein in his being was the feeling of a tepid uselessness of his own self and the undeniable hurt slapping onto his face. but the more evolved (?) version of the male, aka: oh sehun, didn’t waste his precious time mourning over a girl when instead he could be waking up to her in the morning. 

the look in her eyes kind of turns him on, he’s got to admit. her nonchalant icy stare gets him off at the very glance. 

feelings wash over his body again. a shift in his seat and a pat on his clothes, wiping off imaginary dust. brushing off the discomfort, he’ll never give her the benefit. she should always be pleasing him after all. her shoes grazing up his knee, she plays well. “oh, you mean to say you can forget a guy like me? have you taken a good look at me? go on, take a look.” he’s eager too, eager for his ears to hear the pleasant sound of her approval. gross. 

and she’ll drive him insane, he knows it in his gut. maybe that’s why he’s diving into the pool of quicksand so easily. 

“the name you screamed over and over again as you clenched your bedsheets for dear life? oh sehun? i bet you still think about that name alone in your bed late at night.” 

frustrated. over numerous things, but especially the overcoming despair and dull agony dying to exhaust the daylights out of him. 

she must really like the chase to be running so far away from him. 

luckily, he’s super fast. 

“plus, i’m everyone’s type. you’ve got to admit that soojung.” yes please just admit that one thing. she’s going to render him with nothing in no time. but he’ll play along, for now. 

god she’s wildly hot, especially when she abruptly with her godsend smile turns away from him. he’s insane to think that she wants him, but who doesn’t? not only that but the smell of her shampoo alone could drive him nuts and he’s never remembered any girl who could do it in a simple turn of the head and ignore. “alright, don’t look at my face for too long, that’s okay. yo might get addicted if you stare any longer, i don’t blame you.” 

it’s disgusting, the feeling. it’s all groggy and his stomach seems to be churning. gross. “soojung, are you going to play this game with me all day? it’s no fun like this.” his face contorted with what most people could deduce, want. 

[nxmsoojung]

to say she didn’t actually remember oh sehun would have been a complete understatement. jung soojung remembers him very well, remembers the spike of lust associated with his body ( his face, nearly everything ) that seized hers and the crumbling of her relationship after ( the guilt, the anger, the cripplingly realization that she, too, wrecks everything she touches ) — so yes, she remembers him. 

( but you damn well bet that she would pretend as if she didn’t for as long as she could. )

“i have.” she replies flatly, unimpressed orbs turning to regard his features once more to further cement the disfavor of her opinion of him in his eyes ( and to entertain this little game of cat and mouse, if she’s honest ). “but me? scream your name? you look like a quick shooter to me, i doubt we’d even get to that point if ever.” her lips curve ever so slightly, leading them down a tricky road of wordplay ( giving the impression that she either knows or is just very sly with her way of words — soojung likes to think sehun would be hard pressed to admit the former, given the fact that it’d damage his male ego ). 

“you’re hardly my type.” soojung scoffs, flicking stray locks off the curve of defined clavicles as her line of attention reverts back to the professor in the front—well aware that he’s staring.

( and stare, he would, her side profile was never a disappointment. )

for the most part, her attention remains fixated on the attractive sculpt of their professor’s jaw, the only indication as to any notice of the male sitting beside her residing in the occasional twitch of her lips. 

the fact that he’s crumbling is a gleeful feat to acknowledge, pink tongue flicking out over her lower lip absently as the mechanical pencil in her fingers swish from back and forth mindlessly, an amused noise slipping past. “if it’s not “fun” then you should leave, you know i won’t keep you.” she sneaks a glance out of the corner of her eye, brow arched challengingly before she shifts—faintly hearing the staff member dismiss the class—gathering things into her bag with a hum.

“see you.”

her parting words are cool, the prettiest curve of pink lips settling on her features as she stands, following the crowd shuffling out of the classroom.

( she bets he’d follow though. )

[nxmjaehyo-deactivated20150707]

ducky (jsj & ajh) [past]

A soft thud preceded a drawn out sigh as the young, winged, man put down the bag of groceries on the counter of his kitchen in his one bedroom apartment. After the true nightmare that was Busan’s Pro-Mutant Youth Health Institution and Clinic it had taken some convincing, but in the end his parents agreed on the fact that he, as a twenty-year-old was entitled to his own independence.

The independence came in the form of a shoddy apartment and an even shoddier job at a back-alley cafe, earning him more cusses than coins and staining all his clothes with the violent smoke of cigarettes. It was okay, though, nothing too bad all in all. The wage might not have been much ( tough he did get tipped handsomely by the middle-aged single women that seemed to flock to the handsome bartender as moths to an electric-shock-light ) but the hours were great. And besides, what made everything in his life just that more bearable was that he had someone to get into bed next to, to quietly tip toe around his apartment  whenever he knew she was staying over, to get out of his work clothes and into the bathroom for a quick shower, and then get into bed wearing only his boxers as she’d taken his shirt, and hold her in an arm-wings embrace.

In the morning he’d wake to the soft puffs of her breath against the curve of his jaw, her legs slung over his and her fingers buried in his feathers. Her hair splayed out across his arm and that was definitely in indication that he’d have to take extra care not to wake her when he got up to make them breakfast,  because hell hath no fury like a jung soojung who was woken up before 9 AM without a reason in the form of a four page essay, aligned, double spaced and sourced APA style.

This was such a morning and it was around eight that he got up, 8:15 that he left the apartment with a note reading ‘ getting breakfast brb x ducky ‘ in his signature, messy, scrawl and with a cute little duckling drawn without all that much talent for doodles after the words. Within about thirty five minutes he was back in the kitchen, unpacking the groceries while humming a tune.

At the safe hour of 9:13 AM Ahn Jaehyo walked into his bedroom with a tray that had a delicious fresh breakfast of fancy buns and strawberries, freshly juiced orange juice and even some chocolate to top it off. He put it down on the bedside table and leant over to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Soojungie, my Krystal-ah, good morning, babe.”

[nxmsoojung]

she had never been a morning person. being awake before 8 am had been a struggle that followed her throughout high school ( funny, how she had been more “sprightly” in her earlier years, but maybe it’s the stress of having to deal with cliques and rumor mills all through high school ) — one that lead to more detentions than she could keep count on. but she supposes that was the only upside to negligent parents, they simply wouldn’t care—wasn’t around long enough to care.

and when she meets ahn jaehyo, a man with three years on her tucked under his belt and the ability to instill feelings in her she had yet to experience in her life, her gratitude for the willful neglect of her parents increases tenfold.

( undoubtedly, for a man with nothing but warmth in each and every gesture for her, she is madly in love. )

today, at 8:30 in the morning, she wakes to an empty bed, hand feeling around sleepily for a sort of note or indication ( because even half-asleep she knows her boyfriend and his overly spoiling tendencies well ) till she finds one on the night table, cracking an eye open as blurry vision registers the doodle before flicking it away. 

( good enough for her. )

sighing, the girl simply opts to tug his pillow into between her arms, allowing the scent of jaehyo’s shampoo to lull her back into a light slumber for a while longer—

and the press of his lips to pull her back into the world of the living.

incoherent, little leaves her lips in the form of actual words rather than a small whine, nose wrinkling as her head turns to meet his lips instead, lips curving against his mischievously while slender arms slip around broad shoulders. “morning ducky.” soojung sighs contentedly, offering little room for dispute as her body twists, tugging him onto her. “you smell like bread.” she supplies, sleepily peppering his face with fleeting kisses.

“i like bread.”