I'll shock you.

Kim Jaejoong forever a Rising God of The East. RP acc. canon/AU. Literate & Descriptive.

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∆ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝. 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧." ∆

Kim Jaejoong Roleplay.

21+ & (N)SFW content & themes.

Writing style: 3rd POV, literate, detailed , descriptive + banter.

Open to AU plots as well.

♡ + ↻

more info

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Major pouting.

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One touch, one kiss and I'm addicted to you.

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I have a type

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Kim Jaejoong RP Info

About Jaejoong:

Kim Jaejoong has been in the K-Pop industry for seventeen years now. He started off with TVXQ then was with JYJ and now he focuses on his Solo career. Jaejoong has had a lot of success with his music, acting and just about anything he tries. The veteran idol is lucky to have a big fan base still. And now he's considered the richest Kpop idol. Life should be good, and well it is... But there are things that Jaejoong can't seem to let go of. Despite being very well liked and having lots of friends, loneliness is a constant companion of his.

Now that they were out of the picture, Jaejoong felt a constant emptiness. He always liked to drink but now he drank to numb the ache in his heart. Things would never be the same. One if his biggest fears had always been being forgotten. Forgotten by his fans and his old members.

Jaejoong was the youngest of eight sisters. Although he grew up in a poor family, his large family was very loving. And Jaejoong is a very affectionate and loving person. He has so much love to give that it can be overwhelming. Not many people can truly put up with the intensity of his affection. But his TVXQ/JYJ members did put up with it. And he loved taking care of them. Taking care of people always made him feel good.

So he tried to keep busy with music and hobbies. Cooking has always been a passion. But it isn't the same when he isn't cooking for someone. He tries to invite friends over often but schedules make it hard. These days aside from drinking (he still drinks a lot), he is really into photography. He has many cameras and equipment now and he always carries at least one of his cameras even on his schedules. And he's also picked up making flower arrangements. The beautiful bright vibrant flowers help him relax and keep him busy during down time.

Even with such busy schedules, each night he finds himself suffocating in loneliness that has become all to familiar now. More than anything he wants to make some phone calls, send some text messages, but who is he to nag people who have clearly moved on with their lives?

Jae's House: 

Basic Info:

Full name: Kim Jaejoong

Age: 34

Height: 5'11

Personality: dorky, friendly, affectionate, passionate, stubborn, compassionate, shy at times, self conscious, protective and possessive.

Likes: singing, making music, cooking, spicy food, iced coffee, his fans, cuddles, affection, photography, floral arrangements, art, animals (all animals), traveling, alcohol (especially whiskey), having company.

Dislikes: being alone, feeling forgotten, being called old, really hot weather, small spaces, being ignored or unwanted.

Basic RP Info:

∆ 3rd POV literate & descriptive RP.

∆ Open to AU verses. (I love AU plots)

∆ Inbox is open for RPing & plotting.

∆ Pansexual

∆ Ships JaeMin, YunJae, JaeSu, JaeChun or any ship w/chem. Multi-ship

∆ Lewd only in private messages with chemistry. (No minors) (writer is 21+)

∆ Always seeking other TVXQ/JYJ members to interact with.

Short Solo 

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ꪖꪶꪶ ꪖꪶꪮꪀꫀ

      Staring at his now empty cup he sighs before getting up to get more ice. Pouring a good amount of whiskey into the cup. Using a chopstick he stirs his whiskey before taking a long gulp, sighing out as if it was the most refreshing thing he's ever had. Another drunken night.

    He brings the whole bottle with him and returns to his spot on the couch, where there laid a notebook and pen. Perhaps a new song... His two cats rush off to play and leave him alone in his large living room.

    The TV had long ago been turned off since he couldn't even focus on whatever he had been trying to watch and the noise was only irritating. But in the silence like this he was reminded of how alone he was. He thinks back on when he had four people to look after and fuss over. Four people to nag and check up on. Jaejoong swallows the painful lump in his throat, biting his lip in the process before he downs more of the whiskey.

      As if that would ease the pain. As if it would help him rid his thoughts of how much he missed them. How much he missed all the laughter, even the bickering and fighting. His life had revolved so much around them. They were a part of him and he even had them inked to his skin as proof.

      But they didn't need him anymore. They were perfectly fine living their lives. And Jaejoong was so proud of each one of them. Despite some hardships, everyone was pulling through. And he tries to remind himself that he too was doing more than fine. He was very successful and he still loved making music and performing. He still had lots of fans who supported him and counted on him to continue making music.

     Then why did his heart ache like this? Was it because he was now forgotten? He was no longer needed. The members who have grown to be apart of who he was did not need him, but he needed them. He chuckles bitterly at how pathetic he is. Things will never be like they used to be. He wouldn't wake up early to cook and make sure everyone except himself had breakfast. No more writing notes or texting or calling to check up on them. Or staying up late to talk with whoever needed it. And he should be fine with that. But he isn't.

     The urge to call and text then is strong. In the past he would have. Especially in his drunken state. For being the hyung who never cried and took care of everyone else, he sure has cried a lot while being alone. But he's past tears now. He won't call or text them because they most likely won't respond. He'll be ignored. Perhaps two may answer or get back to him later, but the other two won't... The two he wants to talk to most, most likely won't want anything to do with him.

He downs the rest of his whiskey before picking up his pen and notebook again.

A sharp pain in his chest makes him sigh and let his head fall forward. His heart breaks a little more each night like this.

Nights like these he realizes without them he feels so all alone...