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; " are you sure this is ok? "

▲ ORIGIN ! ACCEPTING ! ipsxity— “Are you sure this is okay?”

Looking up to the other man, Jongdae chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Honestly? No. This probably isn’t okay at all, but that’s not going to stop me from doing it,” he replied, “Are you still down?” The attorney flashed a wicked smile and held out the container of sweets out to the other man, “I know you’re probably all about being healthy or something, Mr. Soon-to-Be-Doctor, but I insist that you get sick off candy with me.”

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"I might have had a few shots."

▲ ORIGIN ! ACCEPTING ! jeongui— “I might have had a few shots.”

“I completely disapprove of you drinking, Brandon,” Jongdae replied, promptly, eyes flickering over to the older man before he shut them and leaned back in his seat, bottle of vodka on the table and he didn’t even bother with making his alcohol consumption elegant. Arching an eyebrow, however, and running his fingers across his own jawline, Jongdae studied his friend, “What did you take shots of, though? I’m curious.”

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Of Love ― Rhys Tarek & Kim Jongdae.

so what did tarek know of love? he knew that it didn’t last forever; his parents were the prime example for that, having split when he was but a little boy. what else did he know? that it was a subject mostly discussed in fairytales, in stories that were told to little children to paint the illusion of something wonderful that lasted for an eternity, it seemed. or maybe not, depending on who you chose to give your love to.

❝i’ve heard it can be a good thing. love. doesn’t have to be romantic; what about the platonic love you feel for animals? babies? your friends, your family? those things are good. they don’t swallow you whole either.❞ a shrug of his shoulders was the only thing he could sincerely offer, making him look like the young man he was - clueless, naive maybe even. but tarek knew so little of love, and the topic was an uncomfortable one for him too when he didn’t know what else to say apart of ‘ it can’t be that bad, can it? ‘. it was the child speaking out of him, not the adult; he blamed it on the lack of knowledge and experience.

❝you’re just saying this because it’s your job, man.❞

From someone who never appreciated the idea that love could potentially be something which was eternal, nor infinite, having someone else suggest that it could be was something that slightly shocked him. Usually, people just let him say whatever the hell he wanted― it was not necessarily his job to talk about how shitty love was, he just signed the papers to break married couples up.

“Romantic love and platonic love work in the same way, though, except one probably means that you want to make out with the other person or something, and you wouldn’t like to make out with your animals―” he cut himself off, “―unless you’re into that. But, that’s not my point. Platonic love and romantic love... you can fall too hard into both and it still wouldn’t end up kindly.”

“I mean, it’s not that bad, if you’re okay with watching everything fall apart after,” he paused, “But, hey, it’s not my job to make negative metaphors about love.”

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Summer Solace ― Ahn Jaehyo & Kim Jongdae.

( thecutestjaehyo​ )

Summer, 2013— the wind was scarce and he has a window open in his office, because the building was old and it was the first firm which offered him a job; he wasn’t going to turn down an offer, when he’d just recently graduated university. He didn’t yet have the reputation nor experience to have his own office, thus he would need to deal with the scorching heat of the day. To think that just the previous year, at this exact time, he would have been bent over a textbook and slaving himself over his thesis. Jongdae popped open the top button of his dress shirt and fanned himself with a clipboard on his desk and he could see his boss glaring at him through the glass door.

But, he didn’t have any clients as of the moment, so he couldn’t be bothered to act appropriately. He’d dealt with two cases since his graduation— his parent’s and another couple; matrimonial lawyers got a lot more business than one would think, but Jongdae liked working with divorces the best of all his tasks. There was something about proving that ‘love’ wasn’t enough to keep people together that made him smug. At twenty-two years of age, he was a little bit of a cynic, but then again, weren’t all lawyers?

The shrill sound of his phone ringing snapped him out his focus on the heat, he picked up the phone after a beat of ringing, “Hello, you’ve reached Jung & Co. Law Firm; Attorney Kim speaking, is there something I can help you with?”

Every lawyer made a connection of some sort to his clients; the trust was needed for the contracts to be made. Personal connections to your lawyers, right? That was obvious, but to Jongdae; he wouldn’t have ever suspected that he would make other relationships out of this.

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Nights Stay Sober ― Ahn Seongsoo & Kim Jongdae.

( seongsues )

The night was young and the air was a chilly wisp of a distinctive scent which he could not put a name on. It felt weird to be out at this time of the night, because on a normal day, he would be in bed, eyes closed and letting himself drift off into dreamland. Today, he felt like he needed to clear his mind with some alcohol. He never really found the urge to go out to drink― it was rare to say the least, but he never denied himself of his own urges. The dark haired man pushed his hair back with his hands and pushed the door to the bar open.

He was greeted with an all-too-familiar atmosphere, but it was far from unwelcome. The memories flooded to his mind, kindly. These were the things he missed from before he worked, not that he hated his job, but before he worked, drowning in luxury and attending wild nights at clubs and bars were events held so frequently, but something he never got sick of. Shots after shots, he never grew bored of it, even now. He was greeted with sultry music played at low volumes and a relatively scarce environment. He was surprised to say the least― usually, there were much more people around, but he hesitated before he approached the bar, not because he regret his decision in entering the establishment, but because he had realized why it was so empty.

Thursday nights were always scarce; who drank on Thursday nights, anyway? Aside from him, that was. Aside from him and the other few people who lingered around the bar. He took a seat at a stool and made eye contact with the bartender― it was familiar eyes and he nodded in greeting. Almost immediately, without a word being spoken, there are shot glasses placed before him and a clear bottle. His usual? Vodka.

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▲ ORIGIN ! ACCEPTING ! svjinlee— Jongdae and Sujin play an MMO together. Jongdae is the tank and Sujin is the healer.

Jongdae didn’t usually play game; he rarely had the time for it when his career was something as important as handling the familial situations of random people--divorces and things like that. But, when he did play games, he took it very seriously--which was probably why he was rapidly pressing down on the keys of his mouse, unique sounding voice at high volumes through the room, despite his microphone not being turned on.

[17:35] [ALL] Kijodae (Vayne): sUPPORT PLS[17:35] [ALL] Kijodae (Vayne): I’M GOING TO DIE OH MY GOD[17:36] [ALL] Kijodae (Vayne): HEAL PLS PLSPLS[17:37] awesome1543 is on a rampage!

“What the fuck! That should be me!” Jongdae snarled, rapidly clicking at his keys. And suddenly, he’s dead. The screen turned black and white and Jongdae groaned. The door cracked open behind him and he turned to glare at the person at the door, “What do you want?”

“Can you quiet down? I’m trying to sleep.”

“My support ain’t healing me in time.”

“Maybe you just suck.”

“Shut up,” Jongdae snapped, returning to the game and kicking his friend out of the room.

[18:12] [ALL] Kijodae (Vayne): I’m going in.[18:12] [ALL] Kijodae (Vayne): Pls have my back support PLS

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Mockery in Wine — Kim Yoobin & Kim Jongdae.

( yubdot )

For someone who was respected in his profession, for someone who was considered high class due to his career, for a lawyer, Jongdae was definitely improper in all ways possible, during off hours and maybe that was a problem to his image in legal defense, but it was not like he ever did anything which required arrest. He was just a little bit unique in his sense of humour and his appreciation for alcohol was a little bit borderline overboard. Or not.

Regardless, finding himself in a room with tens and twenties of really weird people, who looked like the typical and very stereotypical rich people who drank tea with their pinkies sticking out— or was that a British stereotype? Either way, Jongdae was not someone who was to be found in these kinds of complex scenarios with weird people whom he usually did not mingle with, despite coming from a rich background. But, the temptation and inviting scent of alcohol was something which successfully lured him into the acceptance to the event.

So, whilst he was surrounded with all of these people who drank their wine delicately, he was more used to taking shots, and downing the entire glass caused the person close by him to look at him in shock— was he doing something wrong? Because he couldn’t tell. But, the first round of alcohol was short and was definitely not strong enough. The dark haired male sat back and let his eyes wander around the room.

Why were these people acting like their flutes of alcohol so delicate? It was alcohol, jeez.