* mystic ;

Darling, don't be so shy, I'll see you at midnight And when I close my eyes. I said it three times, I said it three times,You make my world spin, Placebo feelings. And in the morning I'll wait to see you again.

[fatenumberfor]

[taejvn]

taejun, what doesn’t exist but you desperately want / need it ?

                    ❛  a camera that never runs out of space. i hate having to switch disks and  cards. the very idea of being able to just… constantly film without worry is  a bit of a dream of mine. ❜

                                  [          H O N E S T Y  D A Y !          ]

[taejvn]

for taejun: if you had to choose one word to describe yourself, what would it be and why?

shit, just one word?                       ❛ deceptive? yeah. thats probably accurate. lets go with deceptive. as for  why… because i can’t seem to get my life together but somehow people  seem to think i know what i’m doing. ❜

                                   [           H O N E S T Y  D A Y !           ]

[bauhq]

                                  ˗ˏˋ HONESTY DAY! ˎˊ˗

                                                          for the next twenty four hours,                                                  send in your questions & no lies will be told.

[taejvn]

empyreanz

inha was never one to waste time on people she didn’t think were worth it, not  most  of the time anyway,  &  she never would’ve expected that taejun would be one of those people who earned that privilege.  he surprised her though, with his rather  refreshing  artistic sense  &  view on things.  things rarely piqued inha’s curiosity, but he’d managed to do it pretty easily.

           “  this might be something i  won’t  be able to invite my mother to for once.  ”

though, despite what she says, if his idea catches on, she has no doubt in her mind that she would want her mother to witness it.  just the thought of her mother’s anger afterwards, fuels her more than it probably  should.  she was a model child, sure, but no one ever said she wasn’t allowed  ONE  chance to tap into that rebellious stage she never got to express.

                IT WAS RARE for a smile to stay on his lips very long, but the idea behind this shoot was something that really sparked his passion; something that had been sorely needed lately this late in the term where there was a lot of written work usually assigned. in a time were he was stuck talking technicalities, being behind his camera was like a vacation.

❛ is she not much for the.... non classics? ❜  he asks after a moment to think of what to call what they were doing. his own parents had just been pleased to see him have a passion for something and, truthfully, never really watched or understood what he did. it was hard to imagine being limited.

[taejvn]

kmkijng:

             ❛  AH, the dean said you’d be coming!  ❜ 

a vast beam perches on kijung’s plump rose lips, dressed in a plain white button - up polo and beige khakis which is abnormal to see since he’s in clothes that are comfortable and lightweight when dancing but he’s so damn good at dancing, he can dance in anything. professor kijung was ecstatic to hear that he’d be featured in a student’s documentary film. teaching is a career he enjoys——to help students at this particular age ( though, he isn’t far off himself ) where partying and drugs are habitual——he could spread a message globally. 

             ❛  is it an interview?  ❜  the dancer’s spine straightened to have an aura of professionalism. ❛  or do you want me to dance? i can dance if you want me to! what exactly is this documentary about? the dean was pretty vague and said it was something about student lives?  ❜

@taejvn.

                DOCUMENTARIES WEREN’T EXACTLY his style; despite his own personal enjoyment of them. so the assignment coming down from the dean was both exciting and nerve wrecking. he appreciated his talent being pointed out but knew that this was a bit of a ploy to get him out of his strange aesthetic comfort zone; on top of creating something interesting for the school to show off. of course, what he hadn’t expected was for the professor to be hot.

camera bag in hand, he found himself pausing and trying to not stare as he walked into the room to be greeted by the person he was meant to be working with. darkly lined eyes slow blinked a few times before he had to force himself to actually speak, not wanting to look like a complete idiot.

❛ it’ll be a bit of everything, i guess. an artistic take on an interview style documentary. getting some dance shots would be nice, for sure. ❜  he answered, his lips twitching into a smile that might have accidentally been a little too flirty - though it was quickly wiped away as he glanced around a bit. ❛ the dean wants a look into the life of the students on campus and seeing what their professors are like and capable of is part of it. ❜

[taejvn]

jvnoso

slender fingers cradle the neck of a glass bottle, lukewarm with time, the flavor of piss doesn’t bother the palate anymore. he sips slow, this is only the first. only a third of the pale liquid circulates the blood stream, it’ll probably be the night’s last.

his gaze is relentless, raven locks, angled brows, eyes reminiscent of a feline– and jung jaeseo isn’t allergic, not today, not to this kind. taejun’s seated now and juno can still make out, under dim lighting and behind a lens, some of the embellishments speckled onto unique features. he wants to count them, every freckle, with his lips.

“eye candy and good dick.”

a chuckle, he takes no offense. it’s honesty, and he’s too gone to relish in it’s hurt.

                WHERE HE SAT the vibrations felt stronger, the nameless music still pulsing through the club and making even the seats shake a little with the bass that it pulled a bit too strongly. the painkillers coursing through his veins left him swaying just slightly, relaxed in an environment where most people would still be slightly on guard; the only steady part of him the hand holding the camera and the smokey gaze that was settled on juno. 

lips twitched at the reply and he couldn’t deny that those were factors. though their relationship was long and far more interesting than could be summed up; he treasured the other deeply. not that he would admit it so blatantly; much more fun to tease. ❛ shut up, ❜ he just ended up saying with a smile, momentarily removing the camera into his lap, still recording even as he focused his whole attention on his companion. ❛ you’re a good kisser too. ❜ what a dumbass reply.

[taejvn]

kwanjune

instead of trying to use physical force on the door (like they should’ve), june just stared at the door with a determined look on their face. deep down, they’d hoped that this would’ve happened before they had practiced for a while, and had the strength for it, but then precious practice time would’ve been lost. all they could really do was try to stay calm and come up with more ideas, with a little bit of frantically telepathically sending messages into the universe for someone to fix the door or something.

“oh…” june paused for a moment, realizing that the second statement must’ve been true. they weren’t the type to care for sports much unless a friend tried to drag them along to watch. “i must’ve just seen you around then.”  they felt a little bad seeing taejun go at the door alone, but june being dead-weight at the moment might’ve just made the situation worse. “is there anything we can do to make feeling stuck feel a little less.. stuck?”

               STARING AT THE door for a bit, taejun gives the corner a little kick; a solid thump echoing in the bathroom and a wince passing across his face as his toe throbs within his shoe. maybe that was a stupid idea. but the door was stupid! what kind of school doesn’t make some sort of emergency unlock for doors like this or at least put some usable windows or something. maybe this was some sort of violation. best to not have his parents hear about it in this case.  his attention turns back towards his trapped partner and he offers a bit of a smile, rubbing his hand through the hair at the back of his neck. 

❛ well... we could flood the bathroom and drown out our sorrows of being stuck, ❜ he joked, before closing his eyes and shaking his head at himself. people who didn’t know him usually didn’t like his dumb, morbid jokes. he needed to chill. 

❛ sorry, well, we could... talk... about ourselves while trying to pry this door open or something? being proactive will help and we might as well get to know each other while we’re stuck, right? ❜ his shoulders shrugged a bit like he wasn’t entirely sure of himself; surprisingly not sure of what to do in situations like this. 

[taejvn]

hvoseok

↪  @taejvn· ———

——— WHEN THE SUN goes down, that’s when hyoseok’s  ‘ spidey senses ’ gets the best of him. it’s not like he hates going around busan but keeping in mind with the school’s curfew and the scary shit that happens, he’s…. WORRIED. so he’s following closely behind taejun, a hand lightly tugging at the other’s shirt, TRYING to keep his cool. taejun was more… adventurous compared to hyoseok ( who would rather stay at home hiding underneath his blankets. ) but hyoseok loves his friends and that’s enough for him to swallow his concerns.“ ….we’re not lost, right? ” he tries to sound calm but the way he’s scanning the area says otherwise.  “ i trust you, but uhh…. i’ve never been to this part of busan before. ”

               THE IDEA OF getting off the school grounds seemed even more necessary as he had been talking to hyoseok, the other’s cautious ways making his own rebellious ones flare. he wasn’t exactly a rolemodel and he certainly wasn’t a great person, yet he stuck around him, even at his worst, so it felt like his duty to get him out and having some fun. a hand lightly touched the nervous boy’s back and taejun smiled, glancing over towards him as he continued forward. ❛ we’re definitely not lost. not yet, at least. don’t worry, busan and i are good friends. it sees me around a lot. ❜

[taejvn]

                THE IDEA HAD come quickly and easily to him the moment that she had appeared in front of him. ballet students were among his favorites on campus; everything about them was grace and beauty with aesthetics that he could never mimic properly in his own works. but she looked like she could work with his terrible ideas; images of flowing black fabric and soft music wrapping itself around his mind. inha was a muse that he needed to appreciate. 

                but, being the loser that he was, he hesitated to ask specifically for such a spooktacular shoot. most people didn’t exactly go for his vibes; but she’d offered up some of the idea herself. a grin split his lips and he’s eagerly agreed, wanting nothing more than to see his vision come to life with her beautiful dancing. this would be a crowning achievement if he didn’t fuck up his shots. 

                 ❛ i wonder how long we’ll have to wait to get a stage booked for this idea... and how much money i might be able to get the school to fund me for it all. ❜ he murmured half way through their talk, his excitement about it all not exactly chill. ( @empyreanz​ )

[vaememes]

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

[taejvn]

cordicls

 – there were few people that daehyun truly got along with. not because he felt particularly MEAN or standoffish. anyone with eyes could see that the way dae held himself was more open than that. but because the truth was often hard to bare. his own interests too easy to brush aside in the favor of others’ much BRIGHTER antics; dae having become almost ADAPTIVE to a definite fault. taejun had never made him feel the need to flee, however. so they settled for the night in dae’s dorm ( laptop glowing softly as the opening credits of dae’s favorite film began ), and he opened his arms for the other man to lean into. “ i think you’ll like this one.”  he hummed as his fingers twitched, grabby for the warmth of his best friend. “ it’s stylistically similar to the one you showed me last week. ”

@taejvn !

               IT DIDN’T TAKE much for taejun to feel relaxed when it came to dae; just being around the other was enough to keep his usual racetrack thoughts to a slower pace and nights like these were valuable in the mess of his life. no hesitation stopped him from sliding himself right into the other’s opened arms, already contently basking in the familiar body heat. ❛ yeah? its about time we got around to watching it then. i’ve had bad luck in picking films that interest me lately, ❜ he responded as he settled himself in to watch the screen. ❛ the last assignment had be watching so many boring films that i felt like part of my soul died. ❜

[taejvn]

choiseungs

Of the few things Seunghee genuinely enjoyed in her life, music remained the only constant. Though she maintained nobody could perform an opera as excellently as her (besides maybe Maria Callas a woman to who she owed her entire being) she loved listening nonetheless. Her eyes were closed, absorbing to music to such great length she thought she might float away with the tune. Her eye snapped open in frustration at someone so rudely disturbing her peace. She looked at him incredulously. “Am I one of the opera kids?” She felt it was rightful outrage, after all she’d only been the premier Korean opera star for five years now. “Yes.” She said fairly ruffled. “I am one of…the opera kids.”

               AN EYEBROW RAISED itself almost gracefully on his face as he observed the girl, what could only be described as an annoying half smile seemed to slide onto his lips at her obvious irritation. he had a feeling she didn’t appreciate even having to be asked that. shifting over, he plants himself in a seat closer to her, one arm pressed against the back of his seat so that he could rest his chin against  a palm.   ❛ really? that’s pretty cool. are you any good? ❜ the question was likely to annoy anyone, but he had a good feeling that it would be extra special for this one.

[koreantunes]

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효린 (HYOLYN) - 달리 (Dally) (Feat. GRAY)

[fysouthclub]

[taejvn]

svojun

it stung a little bit when taejun refused to look at him. the other didnt have to say anything, jun was not that stupid and could tell that  taejun was probably just using his stuff as a reason for not having to look at him. he didn’t blame the other, after the way he’d treated him, but that didnt mean it didnt hurt any less and besides looking at taejun after months apart was stirring old emotions within him.

the dead air between them killed him. if he was being honest he probably could have been stabbed right in the gut with a knife and it wouldnt of hurt as much as the stillness that had fallen over the both of them. jun awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets and staring at the floor.

“i mean- theres nothing stopping you from leaving ya know.” biting down on his lower lip. “the door is right there- or ya know, i could go if this is too awkward.”

               TEETH CHEWED ROUGHLY on his lips as he forced his slightly shakey hands to put together the pieces of his equipment, a noise of frustration escaping him as one slipped from his grasp and landed back on the table. forcing his eyes to shut, he tried to remember to breathe, only opening his eyes once again when he knew his heart was calmer again. slowly, he looked over towards the other in the room, letting himself study him openly, as if trying to see any changes that might have happened in the time where he’d be avoiding him.

❛ i have to get this work done and this was the last room that wasn’t booked... ❜ he explains quietly, even his voice seeming less confident than it usually did. taejun wanted nothing more than to be able to just get over any and all feelings he still had but just being around seojun.

❛ don’t be stupid. ❜ the words held no bite to them, even as he turned back to putting his things together, slipping a battery pack into its slot. ❛ you have stuff to do too, right?  ❜

[khhkpopfashion]