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dazzlingkai:
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ // ɴʏʟᴏɴ : sᴛʀɪᴘᴇs
[ ✉: 小獅子 ] knock knock [ ✉: 小獅子 ] who's there [ ✉: 小獅子 ] orange [ ✉: 小獅子 ] orange who [ ✉: 小獅子 ] orange you glad i'm in your life :----))
(/ the messages are old, remain untouched and unanswered on his phone for months. he didn’t think much of them at the original time they were sent. they used alternate message systems, group chats replied to with the intent of embarrassing Yixing and inciting an outburst from Luhan. on occasion, they’re the epitome of the eldest, middle, and youngest sibling dynamic. he and Luhan can’t stop yelling at each other, enraging the other without much thought, impulsiveness within two individuals overwhelming for one friendship, and Yixing, sweet, kind, and obviously dim according to Jongin because “he(Yixing) still gives a shit about him (meaning himself),” tries to manage the idiotic pair. the messages are old, apparently over three months old, and both males are gone but finally together in Changsha and Jongin takes his sweet time replying. now is as good a time as ever )
[ msg; 鹿哥 ] i had to muster up the strength to read proof of how fucking embarrassing you are.[ msg; 鹿哥 ] it took me this long.[ msg; 鹿哥 ] yeah, I’m glad that you’re all the fucking way in China[ unsent msg; 鹿哥 ] i miss you fucking idiots[ msg; 鹿哥 ] do everyone a favor and don’t disgust everyone with your sappiness now that you two are always together[ msg; 鹿哥 ] oh. right. happy pepero day you damn deer
* upstage ;
ivyrk:
{ sms: no } well……it’s more of an actual stage thing….. — erased !
{ sms: no } that’s none of your business u___u
{ sms: no } well yeah thanks captain obvious but it’s not just something i can do overnight!!
{ sms: no } just seems fitting as something you’d do
{ sms: no } i’m just fine here in the real world thanks my imagination is a dangerous place
[ msg; poison ivy ] it’s my fucking business now. it’s not just your ass on the line [ msg; poison ivy ] i’m not going to tiptoe around the damn topic. i didn’t say it’s gotta be fixed overnight but we gotta figure out something [ msg; poison ivy ] do you wanna know what else is a good fit? [ msg; poison ivy ] you’re into the thrill, aren’t you? i had a feeling you were like that
EXO KAI x GRAZIA
* upstage ;
ivyrk:
{ sms: no } eager to not get benched? yeah, of course i was
{ sms: no } from our street performances and group routines you fucking asshole
{ sms: no } please. your mind must be too full of thoughts of yourself that you’re starting to lose track of the line between reality and fantasy!!
[ msg; poison ivy ] how does your stage fright not affect you all the time? [ msg; poison ivy ] you’re gonna have to get over that shit if we’re really doing this [ msg; poison ivy ] no, my thoughts are of you and me. why would i think only of myself? [ msg; poison ivy ] there’s a thin line between fantasy and reality. need me to show you?
[ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ]
* riot for the cause ;
ivyrk:
(x)
“let’s not waste time then,” cho speaks, commanding the attentions of all six members. “warm-up time, everyone. you know what to do.”
now relaxed and relieved, ivy closes the circle the group is forming, energy coursing through her veins. each practice starts with a freestyle of each member, and it’s one of her favorite parts of practice. the music starts up, and ivy takes the center of the circle as soon as the bass drops, limbs moving at the command of the music, the stop and go style of animation perfected until she, herself, believes she is an android. this is what she lives for.
he has endless options of more provocative words, statements and claims to egg her on, to aggravate and toy with but they fall short of fruition when the door opens. Jongin knows better than to misbehave in front of papa Cho and mama Sol. in other words, he knows when to stop and not risk his own life for the sake of amusement. she whines and clings to Cho, a gesture he rolls his eyes at.
without greeting them or a nod of acknowledgment, clearly the most welcoming member of sickstep, Jongin slides to the floor, stretches out long limbs and tries not to compain when Gon falls into place next to him, the older’s arm draped over his shoulders, asking what he’s been doing. Gon didn’t speak often because he had the answers, a fact Jongin didn’t ignore as he sneered and pushed the fellow member off.
it didn’t bother Gon who knew Jongin well enough. when Jongin was nice, that’s when Gon worried. he laughs and Jongin is glad the music eventually drowns it out. he didn’t care for the explanation. he held a strong dislike for excuses, reasons, bullshit that prevented progress or provided incentive but his patience is better when it comes to sickstep. what he had for family after Luhan, Yixing, and TK. falling into step with them, into rhythm, is eternally more pleasant than his own behavior.
Ivy’s dancing is every bit as impressive as he saw from he audition tapes and practice tapes once she was accepted as the newest member but it thrills him how effortlessly he can convince her he doesn’t recognize her talent and skill, a new habit of cutting into her freestyle earlier than she gives the floor to another member, a direct challenge when the path of his gaze crosses hers. the beat changes and he moves closer, pretends it’s the melody and the flow of his movements that demands he gets in her face. two different dance styles competing at once. the two are always at odds.
* lady luck ;
rkyewon:
(x)
she turns to gather her things. jongin may be staying here longer, but yewon doesn’t think that she can with him questioning at her so oddly. this could go a lot smoother if she could find her keys to her apartment. they were probably buried at the bottom of her schoolbag. she would have to dump the whole thing out. dang it.
“are you leaving?” watching her gather item after item, he stood from his lax position against the door, strolled across the practice room to her. “i was serious, you know. continue in front of me.” he can’t tell if she knows his reputation. it often precedes him but with it comes knowledge of his dancing. he’s capable, has presence, but most of all, is harsh when it comes to criticism if necessary. “if you can’t dance in front of me, how could you possibly stand on stage?”
“it’s dangerous to dance alone,” Jongin answers her simply, truthfully. “it’s not productive either. not every time.” there’s only so much one person can do.” he has no nice way of offering to help her. pleasantries are the last thing that fall from florid lips. but it’s the truth to him. there’s no objective criticism, no helpful tips or advice that come from monitoring one’s self.
“i reserved this practice room, after all,” he chuckles, wonders why he bothers using the damned school system if it didn’t account for incidents like this. “or let me give you a ride home. as i said, it’s dangerous.” remembering who she is calls forth the most basic of polite practices he can actually give her. courtesy that only follows blunt words and misleading claims.
* smells like teen spirit ;
rkmxnwoo:
( —if there’s a book written on how to deal with kim jongin, lee minwoo would have been the one to have written in. theirs is a friendship that is older than his youngest brother, tried, tested, true, and minwoo would be an idiot to think that taking the effort to hide under the bed or in the closet would deter jongin from thinking he’s actually left for practice an hour ago. instead, he’s sitting at his desk, greeting jongin with a nonchalant gaze, hints of a smile pulling on neutral lips) if i got angry every time you pulled that shit, we wouldn’t be friends. which reminds me—why are we friends? ( —there’s no ill intent behind his words, instead there lies monotone, their usual bickering that does nothing but strengthen their bond. he gives a trivial spin of his chair, picks his sports bag up in the process as he slips past jongin and through the door) i hope she was at least a good lay. and please don’t pretend you’re sorry. it’s unbearable and so unlike you it makes me want to vomit. (/he allows a crooked smile to spread on his lips and laughter to tumble past them as he hurries down the stairs, footsteps nimble and quiet)
fair play. (/ above anyone else, TK knows Jongin the best but it does both ways, thoughtlessly slipping into English as he leans against the door frame ) we’re friends because no one else can handle you when you’re knackered. you’re fucking dead weight and you’re looser than your mouth during practice. if you went to practice sloshed, i don’t know if you’d finally speak your fucking mind or start making out with the closest guy you can find. (/ dark hues smolder as if it’s the most annoying thing TK could do to piss Jongin off but it’s not. he wants to kill TK just as many times per day TK wants to maim him. it’s how they work, especially when Jongin made the move to Seoul ) she was alright. whiny. dry hair. you’d like her because she likes the bathroom (/ a knowing smirk crosses his lips, a laugh spared when he follows TK down the stairs, yelling a goodbye to the lady of the house with a shove to the younger’s back ) yeah, yeah, piss off and get outside already. coach knows i’m the one who drives you around like a fucking chauffeur so if we’re late, it’s my ass and not yours. (/ opening the door gently is the only kind mannerism he gives TK and it’s for the sake of his mom instead of his best friend, keys dangling in his hand after he’s unlocked the car )
* pretend ;
rkluhan:
(/he heaves a long, tired sigh, chest rising and falling, head rolling back to hit the couch cushion as if his soul is leaving his body, and it almost feels like half of it has, because yixing’s always been part of him) There’s absolutely nothing lovable about you, Kim Jongin. Why do I keep you around? (/the question is rhetorical, because despite his drab tone with just a hint of animosity, luhan knows exactly why he keeps jongin around. despite his crass words and deranged sense of humor, he and yixing are the closest things he has to family. they look out for each other in their own fucked up ways, and somewhere deep down, luhan knows jongin needs them, needs him) — (/he straigthens up, pushes himself off the couch and off the ground, staggers as if he’s drunk and dizzy before stretching his limbs high over his body, letting out a tired groan as if he hasn’t moved for a thousand years) I don’t feel like going out and fucking bitches tonight. (/he lets out a low, quiet laugh, more of a snort than anything, but it’s genuine, effortless. because despite the doom and gloom he thinks he should be feeling, there’s also a linger feeling of hope, and, begrudgingly, part of it is because of jongin’s roundabout way of saying he believed in them) — (/he brushes back loose strands of raven hair that have fallen into his eyes, lets gravity do his job and drag him downward to plant his body weight across jongin’s uselessly long legs. he whines, like a child, deliberately, in an effort to annoy the younger, wiggling his body so its uncomfortable for the other male as possible) I just want to eat carbs and watch Sex and the City. (/he’s joking, mostly, but it’s a start, a sign that things really aren’t so bad)
why the fuck do you make it so easy for me? (/ his question is on the same level as Luhan’s. there’s no difference to him when it comes to an answer. they’re family and you don’t give up on family. you love them, you hate them, but you don’t give up. uhan and Yixing taught him that. outside of TK, they’re the closest he lets himself get to anyone, to any kind of love ) yeah, you’re not gonna fuck bitches. tell me something i don’t know, you dumbass. (/ the term of respect Jongin reserves for Luhan and Yixing is dropped because watching the older male act so spineless and weak pisses him off ) can you fuck a bitch? i don’t think you got it in you anymore. (/ Luhan doesn’t have it in him, Jongin’s certain because it’s that kind of lost love where you can’t see anyone. that’s what he sees when he looks at his older brothers ) fucking— (/ he groans when Luhan's weight lands on his legs, a well-deserved punch given to the elder’s shoulder ) are you trying to seduce me or some shit, get off (/ the accusation is groundless and he sits up to shove Luhan away from him, rolling his eyes ) is this how you and ge flirt? how sickening. (/ amusement dances in his eyes, a laugh chocked down bcause of all the shows Luhan could’ve chosen, he chooses fucking Sex and the City? he grabs a pillow, chucks it in Luhan’s face with a shake of his head and another annoyed groan ) you’re on the verge of menopause. choose another show, i ain’t watching that shit
*; limo scene
rksoojung:
{ ` lust isn’t rocket science: he looks good. she wants him. she fakes that she doesn’t via mock-scrutinizing him with a judgey little stare instead of responding to the hand she allows on her thigh. despite looking like she wants to be sighing instead of anything else, she swings one leg over both of his so she’s straddling him, anyway; hovering over his lap } you and your kinky lace obsession { ` she rolls her eyes at him to completely contrast her complete 360—she rests a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, smirking knowingly as if she can feel the heartbeat underneath the cloth and sturdy muscle—movements almost automatic, intentions fitting like puzzle pieces. he’s a want and a habit and this is mindless and she loves it. and it’s not a secret, so she leans forward, whispers into his ear, bottom lip just barely touching his skin and voice suddenly low and seductive and challenging } i love it { ` her version of thanks for the tights, they’re really nice, but i insolently doubt as i always do and as you almost always prove me wrong that you can hear your name from me today—then she claims his lips in an Ephemeral Moment of Blinding Rapture, kissing him deeply and slowly and lewdly and sweetly as if no one else has ever had the right to }
past // alarte ascendare; jongin, sehun
( —minutes and drag on and on, and minwoo swears his thirteen-year-old body is aging with every tick and tock of the clock. the suit he wears is suffocating, and it’s infuriating hearing these old white people speak to him as if he’s three years old and barely learning what language is. luckily, he has an exit strategy, and all it takes is a mutual glance and knowing grins and he’s out of there, shedding his constricting suit jacket and leaving it haphazardly on some chair. quick but quiet footsteps lead him through the double doors of the banquet hall and out onto the patio where two fresh and familiar faces meet him) did you bring the robes? ( —he’s hurriedly rushing toward a familiar tree, behind which he’d stashed a box containing three wands) i brought the goods! let’s blow this popsicle stand! ( —ah, the things children learn from movies)
(/ it was a flurry of fabric when they first ran back to get the robes and rushed back to climb into the limo as if nothing happened, Jongin yelling as quietly as he could for Sehun to run faster as the youngest of the trio. the oldest of them, Jongin felt apologetic in the past when caught by Sehun’s parents, he was a guest in the summers, temporary but he wanted to leave a permanent impression, found permanent friendship in both Sehun and TK. years passed until he felt like family but he still didn’t want to get caught. persuading the newest maid to buy the robes wasn’t easy ) Yeah! Gimme my wand, I’ll show you. (/ snickers, the spell ‘accio’ primed on his tongue as he runs after TK, hand patting Sehun’s shoulder when they head off ) Aw, why did you put them near the Whomping Willow?
* upstage ;
ivyrk:
{ sms: no } she doesn’t need to. i already signed it
{ sms: no } she threatened to bench me for a month if i didn’t
{ sms: no } now why would i want to spend /extra/ time with you when i don’t even enjoy the time i /have/ to spend with you?
[ msg; poison ivy ] damn, you must’ve been eager [ msg; poison ivy ] bench you from what? you get stage fright. you’ll bench yourself [ msg; poison ivy ] come on, ivy. you enjoy it. the only thing not to enjoy is that we’re not alone for it.
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「 MISC. HEADCANON NO.001 * EXTRACURRICULARS/SOPA ;」
outside of dancing, Jongin is also active as:
SOPA soccer team unofficial co-captain w/ TK
➥ read as ‘too much responsibility for Jongin but when the team is too rowdy to listen to TK, he tells them to shut the fuck up
➥ uses the title to make fun of TK ; thinks his best friend deserves it but he’s too passive to yell at rebellious members. tl;dr the bad cop to TK’s good cop
Track and Field member, w/ a focus on hurdles ; back-up long distance runner
has no interest in anything outside of physical activities
➥ you won’t find him at any academic event w/o extraordinary circumstances
he keeps his school life packed so that he has excuses galore when his mother mentions training him to take on responsibility within her company.
he’s found often at:
practice/training for either soccer or track
one of the many practice rooms on campus
the fire escape staircase ; only place he thinks is sufficiently silent when he wants to be alone
BONUS: the SOPA soccer team coach is a hardass but genuinely good. he has the guys volunteer to coach/referee youth sports soccer teams with Seoul. (ref. pics above)
「 sorry for all the slacking off (finally finished following; go on and try to say that 10 times fast) but gonna get this kid started off right from here on out. below are general facts about him and open plots but plotting is open to anything else. like or comment if you’d rather i hit you up first. all messages in inbox have been replied to; if not, they were eaten on either end. thanks for the patience! 」
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