what you cannot catch, you cannot fight
and have you ever tried to battle against the speed of light?
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@seoojun
what you cannot catch, you cannot fight
and have you ever tried to battle against the speed of light?
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demigod oc ◆ about ◆ background ◆ disclaimer
❝ AN OLD LORE BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE ❞
Zeno; heir to the throne of a kingdom far, far away. A land where mankind knows no war, no cruelty and no pain. It’s safe. Pure. Serene. A land of fairytales told to children at night, of kings and queens and beautiful castles.
❝ ONE CURSE, AND IT’S GONE ❞
As if awoken from a beautiful dream and lured into a very dark nightmare, the young prince has landed in Seoul. So many things he cannot even begin to understand; so many things left unknown. A clueless man that knows nothing about the real world; cars are monsters and people are cruel. Surviving is a must and there is only one thing on his mind: get back home as soon as possible.
( Unfortunately, not even princes can always get what they please. )
✶ OC ⋆ LITERATE ⋆ TALE ⋆ PROFILE ✶
“Yeah, and I told you to come with me.”
Guaranteed he met different kinds of people; crazy bitches, crazy bastards, Isaac ( because that guy is on a whole ‘nother level of crazy bastard), clingy women and still gets what he wants at the end of the day, always manages to get away from their annoying ass too. However, none of those people succeeded in getting him to almost stop and quit it but him. Fuck this kid. He’s so complex it’s hurting his brain. Everything turns to be impossible when it comes to that man. Jang fucking Seojun. The definition of what people call pain in the ass, and so much more. Shove a Jean-Michel Basquiat artwork in his ass and he’ll need another shoving to prove his point. Heartless but sensitive, cold but fucking dramatic as fuck.
“Cut the crap and just come with me, Seojun.” He watches his friend put on his headphones and play the music on blast. And he laughs at him, laughs at the idea that he’s probably going to spend another half an hour to convince this man in front of him. Any person would be upset, give up at this moment but no, it’s Jiwoo’s pride that’s talking now and no human being will ever turn him down. Especially when it’s him practically begging him to come. It’s also his pride doing the action when he took his friend’s phone from his hand, unplugs the headphones and moves to sit next to him. “Okay fine, let’s forget that I said that. And I’m sorry okay? But if you come with me to the mall, which is probably a fifteen minute ride, I’ll pay your rent for the rest of the months. Just come please.”
What’s the point in pushing him anyway? Why won’t you just let him be? His friends would ask if they were with him. But that’s Jiwoo and his pride. There’s no telling when to cease.
He needs to go and he will come with him; and that’s just that.
The music drowns out any and all sounds coming from the elder’s lips. He doesn’t care what Jiwoo’s got to say; doesn’t care what other excuses he can come up with to try and drag him along. Echoing in his head is nothing but the soothing sounds of drums and guitars; it is more than enough to distract him for the time being. When his eyes fall shut, Seojun is certain that his message must have been passed along loud and clear. Unfortunately, Jiwoo did not agree. In fact, a mere few seconds later and the music comes to an abrupt halt. It is easy to spot the confusion that surfaces in his eyes, but it doesn’t take long for him to understand what is going on.
‘Back.’ The word goes paired with a murderous glare and an outstretched hand, demanding for his phone to be returned. He doesn’t bother to respond to his friend’s request again; he’s said it once, and that was that. However, he seems unable to remain quiet at the offer, instantly reaching over to grab the phone himself. ‘Do I look like a beggar to you? I can pay my own rent.’ That much is true. He can definitely pay his own rent, and although he would have wished to somehow have a little extra cash at the end of the month, he is most certainly not about to accept anyone else to pay for him. Yes, he needed money, but no, he would not hurt his pride just for that. Not now, not ever.
Seojun motions for his phone one more time, grabbing Jiwoo’s arm to pull the device towards himself. Curiosity has always been another vice of his, however, and he cannot stop the words from leaving his mouth; ‘why do you need my to come with you so badly, anyway?’
@maetamng
“Please tell me when did I ever show signs that i’m the type of person who listens pretty well.” Seojun is stubborn as fuck, he gets that. Though Jiwoo is as much and if possible, far more. He’s a tone deaf, methaphorically speaking. He hears what he wants to hear and forgets the rest. That’s how he is most of the time. Consistent, stubborn as a mule. Otherwise, he wouldn’t spend thirty minutes convincing the other to go with him. Half a fucking hour, such a lot of time to spent just by arguing. What a waste.
“Seriously, just go with me. It’s my money we’re using. All you have to do is go with me!” He’s seen his glare, laughs internally but let out a groan. His head is throbbing already and he feels his body getting fidgety. The more Seojun remains quiet, the thinner his patience is becoming. But he’s not about to give up. Not when he’s already using so much of his time, not when he scheduled his whole day for him and even gotten to a point of cancelling his date. “You got to look good for your folks you know. Show them you’re getting better. Come on. It’s just clothes. I’m buying it for you, son.” Challenge him to anything and he’ll accept it with passion. Victory is his and Seojun is going, whether he likes it or not.
Alright, so there’s two stubborn people stuck inside of a room. What do you get? Thirty minutes wasted on nothing, and a very, very annoyed Jang Seojun. Determination was a virtue, he would never disagree on that. However, that virtue could just as easily turn into a vice when it concerned Jiwoo ( and when it concerned himself; but he’d never admit to that ). ‘I told you to shut up, didn’t I?’ His voice remains flat, though the annoyance could be heard to those who listened clearly. If looks could kill, he was certain that his friend would have dropped to the floor by now.
No means no; it was as simple as that. The order could have been repeated a thousand more times, and the answer would still be no. ‘I don’t feel the need to prove them anything. Know when to stop pushing, hyung.’ If there was any topic he did not want to be brought up, it was his parents. Ever. There was nothing to prove to them at all. They would never be impressed, and he would never feel the need to try and do so regardless. To Seojun, their approval meant absolutely nothing. Without wasting another word on it, he grabbed his headphones and demonstratively covered his ears with them, turning up the music as loud as he possibly could.
That was that; end of story.
@maetamng
Dramatic is the word, alright. Especially when the guy he’s supposed to meet last week stood him up. Days later, no text messages or a call. Not even a goddamn sorry to make it up.
( sms: noodletwat ) dude forreal?
( sms: noodletwat ) but to answer your question. yes, yes, i could be.
( sms: noodletwat ) i'll probably will when you don't show up in our next night out again. motherfucker.
⦓ txt: jiwho ⦔ ― we planned a night out? oops, my bad. must have not been important enough to remember.
A click of his tongue can be heard, head shaking at the screen as he reads through the last text yet another time. Of course, he hadn’t forgotten. Something had simply come up, and his head had been too much of a mess to actually remember to cancel their plans. Still, Jiwoo had been taking this far too seriously ( at least in Seojun’s eyes, he had ).
⦓ txt: jiwho ⦔ ― sounds interesting, and highly tempting. i’ll make sure to give it a shot.
“Don’t you bring my mother into this!” (Welcome to Evteka!)
( ✰ ) Starter sentences - @tzuchu !
How dramatic. A shake of his head and a roll of his eyes are more than enough to expose his blatant annoyance with the female, arms lazily folding across his chest. True, Seojun himself had gotten up at the wrong side of his bed that morning, and the entire situation could have been avoided had he simply kept his mouth shut ( but he didn’t, and he was far too stubborn to simply ignore her ).
‘What? I merely asked you if your mother never taught you any manners, didn’t I?’ Unfazed, the elder grabs his latte from the counter, eyebrow quirking in quite the condescending manner. ‘Shouldn’t you be controlling your temper?’
“My mom says I can’t have sugar before lunchtime.” // Welcome to Evteka!
( ✰ ) Starter sentences - @bamchuu !
‘Oh?’ For a moment, the words catch him off guard. Seojun is very well aware of the age difference between the two of them, but he had thought of the other male to at least be old enough to make his own decisions. Was it a joke? Perhaps, but now that the confession had been made, he couldn’t help but to use it against the idol. ‘I guess I’ll have to drink your cup too, then.’ Without giving the younger the chance to protest, his fingers uncurl from the sugar cube that had been hidden inside of his palm, letting it sink into the liquid with a soft splash. A smile easily lights up his features at that. ‘Thanks, ‘saeng. I’ll make sure to enjoy it twice as much.’
“There’s a fine line between dedication and obsession and these people have crossed it.”//Welcome to EVT
( ✰ ) Starter sentences - @keybums !
Oh, he was well aware of exactly who he had dragged him into this mess; at this point in time, it was hard not to be aware of it. With no apparent respect for privacy or personal space, a couple of girls had managed to sneak after one of Korea’s biggest stars. Nothing so strange about that, was there? It was unnecessary—definitely. Quite unflattering, too; and yet all of that would not have been anything out of the ordinary, had they not been inside of the staff’s restroom. The male restroom at that, too.
A scoff escapes his lips, and as annoyed as he could have been by the intrusion, the look on the elder’s face somehow amuses him. ‘What, you don’t like to perform in here? I heard your voice sounds better when you sing inside of a restroom.’
( While I work on more replies to the welcomes, feel free to add me on aim @ jjangseojun! Just let me know who you are c: or, if you prefer, you can also leave your aim in a comment and I’ll add you instead! )
(sms): you remind me of cheeseballs. i don't like cheeseballs.
⦓ txt: unknown ⦔ ― everyone likes cheeseballs, except for people with poor taste.⦓ txt: unknown ⦔ ― in other words, you’ve got poor taste, and no offense was taken.
(sms): jjangjoon.
⦓ txt: unknown ⦔ ― oh, a secret admirer? ⦓ txt: unknown ⦔ ― i’m not interested.
"i found a gun in a dumpster." ( welcome to evteka!
( ✰ ) Starter sentences - @zephon !
No warning is given when Seojun reaches out for the male’s forehead at once, hand pressing flat against the pale skin. It’s the first thing that came to mind when he had heard Zero’s words, disbelief colouring the look on his face. The statement had been a curt one, and yet everything about it was just so, so wrong. Firstly because he did not understand what the elder was supposed to be doing with a gun—and secondly, what on earth he was supposed to be looking for in a dumpster? Either he was playing, or he had finally gone completely mad.
‘Are you getting sick? You must be getting sick.’ A click of his tongue could be heard if listened closely, his attitude the easiest way of convincing himself that it had just been a prank. ‘Next time you’re hungry, just give me a call, alright? Ah, you shouldn’t be searching the dumpsters just for that.’
“You’re not going to lecture me on my temper again, are you?” || welcome to evteka! i hope you have a wonderful time here!
( ✰ ) Starter sentences - @cjongh !
‘There would be no need for me to lecture you on your temper if you weren’t such a sore loser, right?’ His eyebrows knit together in what appears to be quite the challenging look, placing the deck of cards flat on the table. ‘If you lose the game, you’re paying for dinner. If you lose your temper, you’re also paying. And if..’ A short moment of silence, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. ‘And if you don’t lose the game, you’ll also be paying. With the amount of money you earn, you should feel bad for even taking the risk of me having to pay, Jonghyun-ah.’
"Don't be scared. I just need you to come with me for a minute." // welcome to evteka!
( ✰ ) Starter sentences - @hyuboo !
‘I don’t need to do anything.’ His words lack any kind of subtlety, but they do reveal his true feelings ever so easily. Being ordered around had always been something he detested, and her announcement had sounded an awful lot like an order. There was no way he was giving in without an explanation, famous idol or not. ‘I’m sure you’ve got enough people to fix your business for you—whatever that may be.’
( sms: seojunie ) okay, first and foremost. pay the goddamn rent. ( sms: seojunie ) second, that's our apartment. i move out, you move out. i suffer, you suffer!!!
⦓ txt: jihyun ⦔ ― the box is my final offer, take it or leave it.⦓ txt: jihyun ⦔ ― don’t leave your mess behind.
( sms: seojunie ) nevermind. you're no help. tsk. ( sms: seojunie) just give me the money to pay rent or we'll end up homeless too soon.
⦓ txt: jihyun ⦔ ― what happens when i don’t? you’ll be moving out?⦓ txt: jihyun ⦔ ― i’ll leave a box at the door so you at least won’t have to sleep in the rain.
“Come join the fun.” // Welcome to Evteka!
( ✰ ) Starter sentences - @nakuza !
There were good days, there were bad days, and then there were the downright awful days. It would have been an understatement to say that today had proven to be the latter, and it heavily reflected in both the male’s expression and his words. ‘Fun?’ The word had been skeptically repeated, followed by a roll of his eyes. ‘It’s nine o’clock, shouldn’t you be running back home? It’s way past your bedtime, kid.’