ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist. Kim Namjoon. A twenty one year old trying to find his place in this world. Idly passing time by skating & writing. When writing the story of your life, never let anyone else hold the pen.

[reaperxrin-blog]

**sktrxjoon&

“just give me…” Rin looked over her sunglasses through the bottles of alcohol behind him and, sighing out in desperation, she took the accessory off, setting it next to her phone. “what ever you have that’s not cheap.” She felt like crap that night, with a throbbing headache and a need to punch a wall. “goddamn.”

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Eyeing the female in amusement, wondering she had mistaken Starbucks as some ritzy bar instead, Namjoon leaned in towards her. “Miss, the most expensive drink we have is our new Maple Pecan Blended Frappuccino.” He imperciptibly sniffed to see whether he would catch a whiff of reeking alcohol from her. “It’s a great autumnal drink, perfect for the crisp weather. Or perhaps would you like some water? I can charge you 500k won for melting gold on the bottle.” The curse word spilling from her mouth made Namjoon want to chuckle but he held it in and surveyed her eyes, his own softening. “Had a hard night?”

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“No I went there willingly, I mean my dad seems pleased by my choice but it’s not like they want to send me away, you should’ve seen how dramatic my mom is at the station, you’d thought I was going to kill myself or something.” He shrugs again, Mina seems to like to argue and play with him he doesn’t know why, usually kids are afraid of him, kids and animals in general although a few wouldn’t bother with his presence. “Mhmm sure, can I crash here if it got too late and they already lock up the dorms?” 

He pauses, you can’t possibly know his sister, no one from the area would know of his sibling. “God you try eating in my school for a week, everything is so bland and healthy it’s ridiculous.” He shivers at the memory of boiled broccoli and mash potatoes, ew, ew god. “My sister lives a way from here, all my siblings do.” he chuckle at your last sentence, shaking his head a little. “Nah you could kill a man and I wouldn’t care, seriously, it doesn’t bother me at all.” He said, sitting next to Mina, letting her grip and pat his hands again and again.  

[sktrxjoon-blog]

“Well aren’t you an odd one.” Namjoon still cautiously eyes the younger boy but visibly relaxes as the boy continues to talk. At least he seems normal. If anything, he can defend himself or send an SOS message to any of his friends if anything came to it. Life is full of surprises and there’s no telling what can come out of this experience. This kid seems full of character and life -- a very interesting figure as he seems quite unperturbed by Namjoon’s earlier invasion. After all, he did check on Mina and looked after her. “Going to a catholic school willingly to live at the dorms to suffer the school’s dinners? Damn... you got some pluck. Feel free to crash. I can roll up some extra bedding. But tell me more about yourself. Why did you decide to go to a catholic school?”

Restlessly moving over the stove to switch the gas off for the ramen, Namjoon plunks the pot on the table floor and fetches two chopsticks, handing out a pair to the younger boy. “Eat. Enjoy the ramen while it lasts. I got some red bean paste buns too... hopefully they haven’t gone bad. I would offer you a small taste of alcohol but...” The suggestion is throw out there, leaving for Jungkook to decide. Namjoon settles down and eagerly devours the spicy ramen. “Ahh this is so delicious. This is happiness, don’t you think? But what’s your sister like? I still might know her from another neighbourhood. I’m very well connected as you might tell.” He playfully wiggles his fingers as if to display some form of authority.

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You’re drooling again.... [’Yoongi & Namjoon

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Though it took another moment or so to truely settle in, Kanani snaps back into the moment as Namjoon begins his early teasing; just like old times, but he simply shrugs it off and pushes the others shoulder playfully, “of course I know how to … well–at least I think I got this, it’s like holding a puppy on its back right? –right…” Scowling in thought for a number of seconds before erupting into laughter, he bites into his snack and a low groan finds its way back out before beginning to follow. Sometimes it felt good to be home. “If there’s one thing I can do man, it’s make robots, ball and board–which sounds incredibly pretentious of me now I give it a second thought. Almost rude, don’t ‘cha think?”

The familiaraity, perverse memories crashing back into play the second Namjoon’s mother greets him, “wow I even remember what your mom smells like– is that messed up or am I about to have a moment with her?” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively with a gentle but noticeable nudge, Yoongi’s eyes dart to the baby within a matter of seconds, surreal is the thought that any of his friends could be actual parents; though the thought isn’t malicious, he just would never have put Namjoon down as being a father whilst they were still in their early 20’s. Leaning in just a little, towards the baby, he smiles and presses a finger to her forehead, “don’t listen to your dad, call me oppa, not uncle, I’m only a few months older than him.”

Tentatively however, once asked if he’d do it, Kani hesitantly took the child into his arms, though it comes as a huge shock that not even a single wall or lamp commented on the matter, it didn’t ease his nerves in the slightest “uh wow, she’s uh yeah you got a baby, she’s cute–here–if she cries I’ll piss my pants. Don’t grow up Mina.” An incredibly anxious chuckle rolls from his lips as his heart rate soars ever higher, Yoongi had never been the type to particularly like children, too noisy, too messy and maybe it didn’t help that they reminded him of what–deep down, he wouldn’t admit to wanting, just to be a child again, where none of this bullshit existed and lost in his own world would be how days’s were spent. Straightening up with a roll of his shoulders once she’s safely returned to Namjoon’s grasp, Yoongi bites the bullet, curiousity kills the cat but he’s desperate to know how all of this came to be. “Namjoon… how’d it all happen? You two seemed so happy together before I left, where’d it all go wrong?”

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It feels like the two are cautiously treading on some unexplored new path into the future made of glass -- susceptible to shatter into a million pieces any moment. The more intricate but mundane details of Namjoon’s everyday life are revealed to Kanani, the more anxious and unsteady Namjoon feels. Yet at the same time it feels as if time has stopped where Kanani had never left and Namjoon was carefree and happy for once in his life with his ex. So now it feels like they picked up an awkward stage in life where Kanani comes back to a whole different story, which is a story that undoubtedly has to be explained by Namjoon eventually. 

With a humoured laugh, Namjoon shoves Kanani roughly aside (c’mon he’s never been that gentle with his best friend), “dude don’t you dare -- don’t you even joke about that. That’s kinda creepy. If you end up as one of those wild loose young boys who hooks up with his friend’s mama... nah that’s just gross. Sniff her all you like with that nostalgia of yours but don’t you dare.” The thought of Mina’s future best friend making a move on him in the future makes Namjoon shudder but he grins at how he nearly always mentally connects a situation to his daughter, “HEY! Don’t listen to this old man! He’s your uncle. Never your oppa! Kanani I swear to god... well I doubt she’ll ever be able to understand that accent of yours.” He makes a playful jibe at the Hawaiian’s accent once more -- the joke never gets old.

Likewise it’s a warm comforting relief to feel his daughter secured in his own arms again and Namjoon had hastily reached out to grab her from his best friend who was beginning to look anxious. Hoping to ease his mind, Namjoon raises a brow and asks. “Hey, you fancy a drink? I think I got some soju... except I’ll join you later on once I make Mina sleep. Hold up, I’ll go make her sleep now.” However anyone can tell that it is merely an excuse for Namjoon to duck his head down in order to hide the raging emotions that glisten over his eyes again. So bowing his head down, tugging his hoodie lower, Namjoon retreated to the bedroom to rock Mina to sleep and took comfort in the rhythmic movement of her chest puffing against his as she breathes lightly in her sleep. Unwilling to part with his other half, he grudgingly put her down in her makeshift cot on the floor before sauntering back out to greet Kanani with a wry grin. “It’s been a while eh? Seeing after you so long felt like time had stopped but in reality... you missed out on a lot man.” 

Namjoon considering briefing Kanani on the issue of Rosaline practically abandoning Namjoon when he walked on her ex boyfriend sexing his ex pregnant girlfriend on the floor in her apartment but the subject is still sour on the tip of his tongue. So he decides for Rosaline to bring it up whenever she wanted to since she’s the one who left him behind to deal with the mess. With a gulp, Namjoon furiously tries blinking back the tears that always threaten to flow whenever he reminisces about the past. “We were inseparable back then eh? I really thought she was the one for me. But in the end... she was too wild. I caught her cheating on me. For god’s sake she was pregnant with Mina -- I don’t know how the hell she did it. We were over the moon when we found out she was pregnant and I was gonna propose to her so we could become a proper family. But I guess she was just another screw up like me in the end.” He winces slightly at his harsh words but sits back against the wall, feeling drained by simply talking about it. “I never would have thought she was cheating on me... I can’t tell you man how I felt and that’s why I disappeared for a few weeks and couldn’t skype with you because I was losing my mind on the other damn end. I’m sorry for not telling you about it before. It’s just that I didn’t want to burden you with my own problems when you were already going through so much.” Namjoon tilts his head back, finally relieved to have told his best friend the basics of everything. Lord knows how much he actually needed him this whole time. 

[marci1900]

[miyovngx]

❀ unlikely situations

send one in and i’ll write my muse’s reaction!

★ = my muse walking on yours half naked in a changing room

▲ = spilling food on the other’s clothes

↬ = both muses being pooped on by geese / pigeons

✘ = hitting the other in their private part by accident

✈ = missing the same flight together

❄ = stranded and drenched in a local park from the rainstorm / snowstorm

┼ = having explosive diarrhea in the middle of the party

☂ = pulling the wrong woman/man inside the closet for a make out session

☆ = waking up the other with drool all over their mouth

₪ = entering the wrong bathroom

♠ = throwing up on the other after a drunken night of fun and alcohol

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sktrxjoon

The night had fallen into the city yet Taejoon was not able to take himself to sleep. There were too many thoughts going on at once, keeping his head busy over his tired body. He needed distraction, and maybe taking a long walk was not a bad idea. He was used to overcome his mental pain by wandering around the neighborhood, adding quick pace for a short run in between. And when he got home, he could bring his tired self to sleep. It was for the sake of better tomorrow, because Taejoon hated getting imprisoned by his own mentality. The breeze of autumn had started to dry his nose. Before everything turned colder, he better relisher the remaining of summer against his skin, getting lost in the narrower street and disappearing from the city crowd.

By the time he took grip of himself, he was arrived at the area where it was not too foreign for his knowledge. Namjoon was living nearby. A knock or two at his door wouldn’t be so bad, Taejoon thought. So he sped up on his skateboard, making a sharp turn and entered an alley, two quiet junctions and making another turn to the right. He was bad at direction, but good thing his memory was dependable. Taejoon almost missed a stop, when he noticed the three stories building had appeared befor his eyes. A foot stepped on the road for manual break from his board as he looked up, reading the house at the very top where the lights were still on. What a luck.

The ground was almost clean when he captured pebbles scattered around, enough weapons to accomodate his friendly greeting. Taejoon picked some medium sizes and calculated the distance he needed to achieve for the first knock. He warmed up, cracking joints and squaring off for his first attempt. He swung his arm backward and threw the first pebble to Namjoon’s window. It only managed to hit the frame, he needed better power for the next one. The second was in target, the glass window made a weak click sound right when the rock bounced back. Taejoon waited, but no one came out of the window to check outside. He threw the third one, and it reached the same spot. His arm was getting tired on the fourth. Maybe he was wrong assuming Namjoon was home. He probably forgot to turn off the light again.

[sktrxjoon-blog]

It was one of the nights that Namjoon’s ex, Nari, took their baby for the weekend. During the past several weeks, she had been too busy doing god knows what rather than fitting in at least a few hours with their daughter. He had tried his best to not show his irritation when he handed over Mina to her but now regretted it when he looked back at it -- Nari required a few harsh reminders every now and then. However the absence of his baby’s warmth in his arms saddens Namjoon and he restlessly moved around on the floor, seeking a position that would make up for the lacking presence. But by now he was beyond exhausted to even shift an edge on the floor, let alone smack the light switch off. In the latter half of the day, Namjoon spent his time skateboarding around the local park until his knees could no longer support his weight for no absolute reason. 

Namjoon was idly bobbing his head along to the sick beat of his music as he restlessly tossed a baseball around, wondering whether he should hook up with one of his friends for the night to go and party. He really wasn’t in the mood to sit around feeling like a depressed soul as he always was -- it was time to go out and just lose himself with any activity. The illuminated mobile screen shined on his face since the lights were dim and he thumbed over his contacts in search of a partner for the night. Buried in deep thoughts -- the sudden crack against his window startled the boy with his heart racing in his mouth. Holy shit. Who the hell could that be? Namjoon grabbed for his handy swiss knife and cautiously peered over the window sill to see who the hell didn’t have the decency to knock on his door but to his immense belief: it was Taejoon. He slid the window open, his voice mingled with both exasperation and amusement.

“Hey!” Namjoon’s voice boomed in the dark as he squinted down at the poorly lit figure of his friend. “Who the hell are you trying to be Romeo? Am I your Rapunzel or some shit?” Unknowingly, a broad smile brightened up his features as he surveyed his friend before firmly clicking his window shut and grabbed his best hoodie before sauntering out to greet Taejoon. “That was some welcoming man. Can’t say I didn’t dislike completely. It felt so romantic you know? Where’s your guitar? You’re supposed to be singing a song for me as I looked out. Tsk. I was thinking about rounding a few of us up to go partying since I’m not in the mood to sit down alone with my own thoughts. Or we could just go to the park and chill. Whatever.” Namjoon wrinkled up his nose at the possibility of him actually staying in the night but felt alleviate once again to have Taejoon by his side now. “You got anything in mind before you came, Romeo?”

[wnq-writers]

Please tell her, that when the sun goes down I think of her. Please tell her, that I will never forget the sound of her voice calling my name. And please, let her know that she lives in my heart and that everywhere I go, I always see her face.

Sarahh Saleh

[rosaiko]

awkward weddings ∞ n&k&r.

         So, this was about to be weirdly awkward for Rosaline. Weddings were just really weird for her. It wasn’t that she didn’t actually like them, it had nothing to do with how people were always either happy or crying but rather how in the end someone always ended up crying. It was just overall a very uncomfortable kind of thing for her but as she continued to pace around her apartment, taking a drag of her e-cig every now and then to calm the nerves as she received her request for the event. She couldn’t find it in herself to refuse the offer from one of her … almost friends. She was too nice sometimes but overall, the pay was going to be excellent regardless. But she refused to go to this wedding alone.

        But who the hell was she going to ask to go with her? There were a certain amount of people that she trusted to understand her, people that she stood better next to than she did others. Ironically, the only people she really considered that close to her… well one really wouldn’t go without the other. Or rather, the one that would be the reason why the other went was someone that she ran away from. Whoops? Well, she didn’t actually run away from him, she just kind of left him to deal with a really messed up situation. Rosaline looked at it as a gift to him (his child and her mother were still alive, okay?) without explaining anything to him. It was an issue that she had to face on her own, dealing with her desire to harm the woman that had ruined her six month relationship, (the longest she’d ever had, mind you) whom was pregnant with her friend’s child. Who exactly was that friend? Well, it was Namjoon.

         Awkward much? Yes. But she wasn’t going to let that stop her from calling him up as she stared at his contact ID on her phone screen. Namjoon, the guy she named one of her pets after, Joonie. Her nose scrunching up as she stared at the picture of them. “Okay but this picture is dumb…” she muttered before she selected his number. Rosaline flopped onto her bed, pressing the phone to her ear as she looked up at the ceiling, waiting for him to pick up and no doubt give her some kind of strange random fact. “Just please pick up…” She whispered a soft plea to herself.

[sktrxjoon-blog]

☢          It was quite a relaxed evening after Namjoon had got off work and picked up his six month old baby from his parents. The twenty one year old was on the verge of falling into a deep cosy sleep in a heap of pillows as Mina crawled about in their fairly baby-proof apartment. She eventually crawled back to his lap for cuddles like she always did in the evening when it got close to her bedtime. The warmth of his baby in his arms lulled Namjoon into a more drowsy state of mind until he could barely keep his eyes open -- until his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

          “Hello?” His blurred vision didn’t catch the caller ID and he tried focusing his mind on the  voice of the person on the other end. “Rosaline?” Her clear voice penetrated through his lethargic state, marring with his sleep drugged voice, and caused him to sit up straight in curiosity. “What’s up?” Deep down inside, he was secretly hoping for some sort of meet up just between the two of them so they could finally talk about The Thing That Happened Almost A Year Ago. It was still a turmoil of agonising memories and heartbreak coiled up in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach and to this day, he still yearned to exchange such words with Rosaline for the sake of letting it all out with the other person who was relating to the situation. The unsaid words buried him down and weighed a burdensome ton upon his shoulders. Regardless, her words emphasising a wedding to attend together wasn’t comprehensible to Namjoon at first. He was too wrapped up in his disappointment on it not being a meet up between the two of them.

           “A wedding?” The disappointment was laced clearly in his voice but after another moment of comprehension, her words took a toll on him. “Shit, I haven’t been to one in ages. I can’t go without Kanani, he’s coming too right? I need him as my mental support since...” His words lingered awkwardly in the air. “Anyway, I’ll have to get myself a new suit since I probably grew out of my old one. Are we doing a wedding suit shop together or not? What date and time so I can arrange Mina to stay with my mum. And where is the wedding at? Is it in Seoul? What about transportation? You know what they say about weather and weddings...” Namjoon paused -- about to reel off another random injection of knowledge but he stopped himself in time again. He was fully awake now and fondly stroked Mina’s tinged chubby cheeks as his mind wandered off for a moment. “Actually before -- well if we go wedding shopping together, can just the two of us meet up? There’s something I need to talk to you about...”

[sktrxjoon-blog]

[sktrxjoon-blog]

pxrkeunhye:

Greetings [ sktrxjoon​ ] !!

[ ♔ ] “If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul to lose.” A rare moment of sanity for a doctor with a impaired interests. Eunhye brought her fingers into the cropped bleached-gold hair; a candid smile flirting with the crook of her mouth. “Do you believe this?”

☢          The case with Namjoon is that metaphysical theories always messed with his mind and he took upon the female’s inquiry with an extremely serious attitude. However he returns the smile that could have been hiding ulterior motives yet he flashed a bright grin for a moment before genuinely answering, “yes I do. If you know you’re losing your soul then that part of you wants you to acknowledge it and change that aspect of you. But tell me doc, why does this feel like a therapy session? You know I’m not that crazy, right?” Namjoon leaned back with a curious smile hovering upon his lips. “So why did you really call me in, eh?”

[sktrxjoon-blog]

jungxnara:

“I’m turning eighteen this year, and yeah, I’m still in high school, that catholic private school a few blocks from here.” Everyone would know that school, who could miss the giant ass chapel slapped in the middle of the school ground like that. “I live in the school’s dorm, was going to just get something to eat back at the dorm when I heard Mina screaming.” 

He shrugs at his thanks, it’s really not a big deal. He looks around, patting his clothes from any dust from lounging on the floor for too long. “Yeah… ramen sounds good, I’m starving.” Mina stares at him while his dad carries her around, sucking her thumb and blinking at him. “My sister told me to do some of those things in her free time, comes in handy when you have to go back to the dorm past curfew, you know how it is, catholic schools and all.” 

“Eighteen?” Once again, Namjoon is taken aback, “Wow, you look younger than that kid. You sure you aren’t lying?” But at the recall of the catholic school next to the church, Namjoon suddenly recognises the stranger. He has seen him a couple of times hanging around outside the gates with his dark eyes flashing around. “Dorms huh? Your parents sent you away or... but thank you man either way. I appreciate it. You can visit again in the future if you want since Mina loves playing with you so much. Just try not to break in next time, okay? Knock on the door and I’ll answer.”

Setting Mina back down on the floor again in the living room which is also the kitchen, Namjoon motions over at the younger boy to follow over. “I bet they don’t feed you well in the dorms. Ah... sounds like you have a capable sister. I might know her. I know all the girls in this neighbourhood and the surrounding areas. What’s her name? I go skateboading a lot in the nearby park and around the neighbourhood...” He hums as he starts to boil the water, dumping in the ramen once it starts to bubble along with the spices, kimchi and egg. “Mina doesn’t have a mum around so it’s just us two. That’s why if she’s sleeping sometimes I just run out and leave her behind. Oh... wait maybe I shouldn’t have told you that since you’re coming from a catholic school and all.” Namjoon sheepishly grins and ducks his head down awkwardly. 

[sktrxjoon-blog]

joovcho:

The other’s word cause him to laugh, it’s hilarious to him and he shakes his head. “Extra salt?” he repeats and then nods slowly. “You know, actually that is annoying and it destroys’s the whole dish, you could do that, but you would have to be ninja to get access to his food first” he says, fingers rubbing his cheek as he contemplates whether or not to also do that.  “Eyebrow slits, seriously?” he shakes his head, glad suddenly he hadn’t encountered such an customer where he worked and instead only had troublesome employees working beside him. “I would do the same, but the guilt would eat me alive, I should probably tell, but the manager is always there; she should have realised by now at least” he didn’t like snitching on others but obviously it happened so often that other’s could see the issue themselves. He didn’t want to walk into the manager’s office and pull her aside to talk about someone’s else problems. Hearing the other’s word, he nods eagerly grinning in his direction thankful he had a friend who worked in coffee business; free drinks were always welcome after all. Listening to the male he nods humming under his breath as he watched the male make the drink. “Needs a female figure, you need a good lady friend! Don’t you have any nice female friends, I have plenty..” he says. Walking over towards his drink, he looks at the cup and turns to look back up at the male’s expression. “I’m no matchmaker, but I can introduce you to nice girls, if you’d like—I can maybe get back to you on that..” he says unsurely. He did know plenty of female’s but just handing out phone numbers might be troublesome and also an invasion of privacy. “Help with my whole assignment? Heck yes, do it for me!” he whines  only to pout playfully afterwards. “Please, it doesn’t agree with me, we’re not matched well, I cannot” he mutters dropping his head down in defeat.

“Are you doubting my powers of stealth?” Namjoon inquires with a playful grin as he wriggles his fingers at him. “Dude I could totally follow his loud ass back to his apartment and put in that extra salt that guy needs for his ramen. I will take on this challenge next time he pops around for another cup of coffee.” As if to emphasise his point, Namjoon raises his brow with the slits. “Yeah, seriously! But y’know everyone for the most part sees me as a thug anyway.” He leans over to his friend and firmly grips him by his shoulders, looking at him in the eyes beseechingly. “C’mon Oscar you have to stand up for your rights man! And you have a right to not always cover this sick dude’s shifts when you have a ton of studying to do! Or at least be super casual and ask him or your manage to have someone cover up for your shift since you do have a lot of studying to do.” Namjoon discreetly starts to make a double shot espresso for himself since his guts tell him he has another long night ahead of him so he lazily leans over the counter, listening to the other’s words as he downed the espresso in a shot. “Plenty female friends huh? You are quite the popular guy. You can share one or two of them with me, eh? I’m just kidding man. Don’t go through the bother. Concentrate on your studying.” Laughter bubbles in his throat at the defeated looking student so Namjoon grins, “want me to come over later on? I’m probably the best match for it. Mmm can’t resist the scent of textbooks and essay papers.” Suddenly, the ill-fated encounter with the angry man seems to bounce back to life when the same man walks in and Namjoon cowers behind the glass display of treats. He quickly mouths a help between two cakes at Oscar for some sort of diversion -- or escape.

[sktrxjoon-blog]

rosaiko:

{` there is a moment where she says nothing at all, she just stares at him because she knows very well of what she’s done and there’s not much she can do about that or rather, she can’t bring herself to do anything about it yet.} Okay but look– {` she shifts her eyes in attempt to come up with something.} I mean– look your baby is cute, even though her mother isn’t, the baby is cute. It’s like instead of having a cute puppy, you have a cute kid! Go to the park and some noonas will totally good for it. I mean really. {` making a face at him, she lifts her fist in attempt to threaten him for a moment, not even remotely near the point to where she’s would hit him but just a quick warning before she lets it drop back to her side.} One day, I swear… one day. You and Kani are gonna get it and by get it, I mean I’m going to punch you both not so gently! {`  she exhales slowly, eyes closing before they open again to glare at him.} I do enjoy leaving a lasting impression after my tongue has done it’s work when it comes to that but I can not for the life of me understand why you just called it imprinting and even more so– why are you even mentioning oral sex right now?!

(`he stares back at her, deadpanned. staring competitions have never been a problem for him and he has various methods to maintain eye contact without any problem.) Hmm? I’m listening. (`he looks forward to what she has to say and leans forward.) Hey, her mother is cute too. How could you deny how gorgeous she looked with that blue hair? (`it was meant to be a joke but he says it half seriously at the same time, pulling a face afterwards at the mention of his cheating ex.) I mean, loads of older women look at me hopefully when they see me with a baby. They are probably hoping for some strong independent daddy to take care of them. I’m not sure if I’m ready to take on an any older women though. (`he wrinkles up his nose at the thought and doesn’t flinch when she poises to hit him, he would have enjoyed the hit in fact and he clicked his tongue in disappointment when she doesn’t.) I think you need a man to hit on a daily basis Rosie... why dont you find someone like... (`his words trail off since they still haven’t touched the subject of his ex messing around with hers.) Well anyway. Did I specify it being oral sex? I just said in girls. It could have been in their mouth. You’re the one who said it, not me! I mean c’mon when it comes to having sex, there’s always a instinctive force behind it and mates want to leave imprints on their partner to mark territory. How on earth did we get onto this topic again? Oh wait it was a random thing I had remembered...

[wnq-anonymous]

Nobody was perfect. Not even close. And everybody had wrinkles from smiling and squinting and craining their necks. Everybody has marks on their bodies from years of living- a trail of life left on them. Evidence of all the adventures and sleepless nights and practical jokes and heartbreaks that had made them who they are.

Katherine Center, Everyone Is Beautiful  

[sktrxjoon-blog]

jungxnara:

“But apples aren’t blue, apples are red.”

“Blue.” 

“What about green? It’s like blue but apples can be green too.” Jungkook hands the light green crayon to her to fill the line drawing with, and instead of making a virus infected looking apple, the girl settles down with green after having a rather heated debate on what they should they colour the apples. 

The sound of the front door opening is faint enough for him to miss, but Jungkook didn’t miss the heavy weight that topples him down, muscles straining under the push of a man heavier than him. He choked on his saliva, coughing a few times and looking up at the man with a frown. Rather than panicking, his eyes soften when he feels the knife pressing on his neck. 

Oh it’s just her father. 

“Your papa?” He tilt his head to the little girl who’s gripping the crayon in her hand, nodding a little. Jungkook hiss when he’s dragged to his feet by his hair, blinking at the older man with his shaky breath. “She was- Mina was crying really loud– could hear it from the streets, thought she was in pain but she was just scared, so I played with her until she stopped screaming but she wanted to stay and colour, so I stayed.” He explained simply. 

“Oh.” He isn’t expecting such a simple explanation -- nothing uncanny. Furthermore it amazes Namjoon by how readily he accepts the justification. By judging Mina’s calm demeanour beforehand, he can believe that. It’s just a kid after all. “Hey kid, how old are you? In high school and can break into houses? Are you around this neighbourhood?” He scans the younger boy for any distinguishable tattoos or symbol to glimpse any sign of him belonging to a gang because he gets a really off vibe from this kid. And Namjoon cannot exactly place his finger on what it is. 

But he does owe the kid a favour for looking after his baby girl when she was crying and in need for someone. Scooping Mina protectively back into his arms, Namjoon kisses her cheeks to double check her welfare before turning back to the boy. “You wanna stay for a while for some ramen? I owe you one. Thank you for being concerned about my baby and keeping her happy while I was away. I had to run out to the convenience store and left her asleep.” 

Still wary and untrusting of the stranger in the house, Namjoon waits for the other’s answer and clears his throat before he shuffles back to the door where he had chucked the groceries and places the pampers next to the bed. He tries to keep his voice as light as possible when he asks, “where did you learn to pick locks from?” 

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“I so would take him on next time if I were you, but then that’s just unnecessary and causes more issues later on, especially if the boss sees or he comes back to tell off.” Oscar would love to sometimes throw a punch or two; but in the end they couldn’t ruin the workplace’s reputation by being that idiotic employee who got fired over a petty fight. “Work’s been busy and this one guy never notifies anyone until like it’s half way into his shift and he’s like ‘i’m not well’ like you could say that twenty minutes earlier..” he says sighing heavily afterwards. “I had to pick up his shift and I got this assignment due in two days, I’ve like done only a quarter; got another shift tomorrow too.” He drops his gaze down and then looks back up at him. “Need more coffee to keep awake and get something done tonight! what about you? Everything else been good?” he curiously asks, hands sliding into his pocket.

“Maybe I could confront him in an alley or stalk him back home and throw in extra salt in his ramen...” Namjoon jokes as he feigned a thoughtful pose as if he is seriously considering it. “Thank god this dude has an irregular schedule though. Wanna bet on him throwing a fit on my eyebrow slits?” maintaining brilliant customer service is a pain in the ass when too many people choose to be an ass and it is one of the bonds that brings Namjoon and Oscar together. “God, you should report him for taking too many sick leaves. Or you should totally do the same to him so you get some time off at least to finish off the assignment.” With a small grimace, Namjoon leans over to whisper. “Need a double espresso shot? It’ll be on me. Coffee over energy drinks man.” He begins busying himself with making the shot and turns his face away to conceal his facial expression, “I’ve been kinda worried about my baby lately. I think she needs a female figure in her life but I can’t bring myself to get into a relationship with any girl lately.” Turning back with a wicked grin, Namjoon beckons him over to get the espresso. “Unless you could hook me up with anyone of course or have you been too busy studying? Ah, such a studious devoted student. If you need with anything then let me know!” 

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—the only, what now?! there’s a moment where Kanani almost chokes on his own surprise, surely he’d heard Namjoon wrong? “Uh… come again?” though in the following moments on from his question it dawns that the other just so happened to be clutching at a bag of nappies and… “wait… why’ve you got baby—fuck…” it’s long and drawn out as he gapes in complete astonishment. I mean there were bound to be the odd surprise install for Yoongi but, this? This had to be some sort of prank to wind him up; (this isn’t some bullshit of my doing you know?) races through his mind for the quickest of moments as his gaze drifts over to a nearby lamp. However with a quick shake of his head, he reiterates “you’re having me on man ain’t ‘cha?”

Another number of seconds spent studying Namjoon’s features pass before it hits like a tonne of bricks that he’s not lying at all, “BRAH FOR REAL!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!” Though he’s yelling, there’s a bright grin spread across his face, this is the positivity he needs in his life and even better that it could be from his best friend. “I’ve got so much to catch up with wow… how did that come about!? I mean–aside from the whole bedding a girl bit, but you’ve gotta let me cook some spam up or else I won’t cope with the transition to Korean food again.” (that’s not the only thing he won’t cope with) “I don’t do kimchi you know that!” laughing however at the flow from the other, he points back to the store and makes to shuffle off inside. “Gimme ten seconds to go grab some coffee milk.” Though as he steps through the automatic doors, a smaller flashes a smile his way and the grin instantly curving up across his lips is just like old times…

The nonchalant confession makes Namjoon almost surprised by how smoothly it went. For some reason he is expecting a more angst filled yell from Kanani for not telling him anything about Mina at all but it was honestly a train of thought lost in the back of his brain when the two had a rare moment to properly Skype. “Uh sorry man. I kinda forgot to mention it since we normally talked at night when Mina would be asleep so I would forget to tell you. Nari got pregnant. Anyway it’s a long story. Details later! My baby is waiting to see her spam-obsessed uncle Kanani. You know how to carry a baby right? Or do I gotta ask some girl to give you lessons?” Another sly wicked grin tugs at Namjoon’s lips as he nudges Kanani in the direction of a girl wearing a mini skirt looking over at the selection of ramen. “She could be your next baby mama, boy.” 

After paying for the goods, Namjoon carries his own warm milky coffee with gratitude. It has been becoming chillier lately and he’s going to have to buy Mina warmer clothes. “I asked my mum to drop Mina back at my apartment. You fancy seeing my mum so soon? Ah just kidding man. I’ll get her out. Dude we gotta hit the parks again... you still got your skateboarding game?” As they walk towards Namjoon’s apartment which isn’t in the best of neighbourhoods, he sheepishly grins. “I’ve been trying to not live off my parents money you see but my place should be pretty easy for you to find.” Climbing up the steps to his rooftop apartment, Namjoon eagerly unlocks the door and greets his mum before waving her off and picks up Mina to kiss her forehead affectionately. Approaching Kanani cautiously as if he will run away or have a freak out from seeing a live baby in Namjoon’s arms, Namjoon offers Mina for Kanani to hold. “You try holding her. She’ll soon get familiar with you and she’ll love you! No comments Kanani. She takes after her mum too much huh?” Eyeing Kanani wearily, Namjoon prepares for any kind of freaking out from him.