#247daejung

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Our favorite Yuri on Ice character come to life is in the Olympics, but I hear it's not due to hard work though, but something the athletes call "gym candy." Whatever brings Korea the gold, right?

- Pheme

( 6 comments )

#1: just because he's achieving some victories u think he must be on something? that's pathetic #2: at least he's doing something for korea when all you are is a major disappointment lol #3: Are you kidding? I'd sooner expect him to be passed around like candy before using "gym candy". #4: oh please, the kid is obviously on drugs, there’s no way a space-case like that would be any good at anything lol #5: “gym candy” more like he’s just a slut bag who sucks dick to get to the top. some people never change #6: @2 r u stupid? he’s not doing anything for korea he’s embarrassing us all kkkkk

[247jiyong]

— Winter Adventures

( — @247daejung )

Jiyong was in the middle of rushed packing as incoming messages from Daejung again made his phone buzz in his pocket. He hurriedly took out the mobile to read the response and although his friend wasn’t able to see the cheer adorning his features, he broadly and cordially grinned at the screen as if he was facing the other male. With each item thrown into the bag came mental lightness. Due to the busy lifestyle he was leading there were almost no opportunities to get away from the bustling city. But now he didn’t even worry what would be happening in the record label when he’d depart for a shorter or longer while, they would manage without his leadership.

[ ➤ sk8er boi ⛸️ ] on my way!

After sending the text and taking all necessities, Jiyong bouncily walked out of the apartment and with this sustained joy he headed right to the underground parking lot to soon drive away. Leaving the Prague Tower behind already felt like some weight had been pushed off his shoulders. On his way he stopped to get the promised coffee, along with a pack of spiced biscuits. The scent of cinnamon — and the typical winter atmosphere, which he usually wasn’t so keen on — filled the small space inside the vehicle that he was even more eager to try those baked goods, but he could resist the delicious temptation for a few minutes more. Discerning the familiar gate of Macheon, he parked in a spot that’d be visible for Daejung and once more grabbed a hold of his phone.

[ ➤ sk8er boi ⛸️ ] i hope you’re ready to ditch seoul with me, mr. chae~ [ ➤ sk8er boi ⛸️ ] i’ve got the coffee and a sweet treat too ☕🍪

[daljaejoong]

‘practice makes perfect’ cdj & ltm

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taemin is a creature of habit, and anything that breaks that habit tends to mess with his functionality—he doesn’t do well with change. he has a deal with the owner of InStep that there is a particular room at the end of the hallway which taemin likes to practice most in, because it’s stale and old, with two broken pianos in it, and no one else really likes being in there because there are rumors of it being haunted. you can see how that doesn’t mean very much to someone like him, already carrying ghosts of his own on his back with every move he makes.

so when he comes in one day and they tell him they are renovating it slightly, since part of the wall had come down, he is distraught and frustrated—especially since he has about a week to practice his routine for the zombie walk performance. the only other place he can think of to take over would be… the studio he tutors daejung in. all the other studios in InStep are taken or on reserve by somebody else and he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go.

he takes his crew of four other dancers and they head on over to where they really shouldn’t be, and begin practicing the routine, of which all of them have their time in the spotlight, but taemin has the most moves, simply because the others can’t do it yet. or maybe they just don’t put as much soul into each and every gesture, they don’t want to try as hard as he does because he’s willing to push himself to the edge of any precipice he can, burn himself dry until there’s nothing left, agonize over it, lose sleep over it. he’s a whirlwind on the dance floor, he just can’t help it.in it, and no one else really likes being in there because there are rumors of it being

[ex-yixing247-blog]

bumper fail

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4 months ago

Yixing’s late. Late for an appointment with an important CEO of an important thing. The details don’t really matter. What matters is that he’s late. And it’s not his fault, it’s the fault of the woman inside the building he just came out of who just wouldn’t stop talking despite him telling her he had somewhere to be, and his politeness not allowing him to just walk out on her. So now that he’s finally outside, he wants to hurry and leave.

There’s only one problem with that scenario, which is that his hurry to leave causes him to back up his car a little too far before pulling out of his parking spot, right into someone else’s front. He instantly turns off his engine and gets out of the car. He would apologise profusely but there’s no one actually in the car - because it’s parked, duh - so he leans in to check the damage.

And indeed. He’s left a scratch on the beautiful car’s front bumper, right beneath the headlight. Just what he needed added to his day, of course. Looking around frantically, he of course isn’t lucky enough to find the owner of the car walking up to him. Letting out a muffled Mandarin curse, he quickly moves back to his own car, getting the notebook out of his glove department and scribbling a note down on it.

It’s two steps back to the car he just hit, where he tucks the paper beneath the windshield wiper, and then he’s getting back into his own car to drive right out of there, leaving behind simply the note on the stranger’s car.

'I accidentally bumped your car and made a scratch at the front right beneath your light, I am so very very sorry. Please text/call me and I will be more than happy to reimburse you for the damage. I would've stayed to wait for you but I have an urgent appointment. I am truly very sorry! I hope you'll still have a wonderful day! -phone number here-’

[yijoo247-blog]

                   ☼ sunshine barbie & the absent boy ❆

❝ you don’t become a family just by telling people you are. 

                                                you become a family because you wanna be one.❞

[247jiae-blog]

unbreak my heart

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Being a bartender, it often times resulted in stories and situations that were truly memorable for the young girl. Some were beyond ridiculous and resulted in good stories to share with others but there were also times in which she witnessed sad moments. People choosing to drown their sorrows in glasses and forget about the world for a while.

It was hard to know what kind of a night each night would be and Jiae focused on her work, knowing there wasn’t much she could do and if she was honest, it was best to stay out of any sort of situation unless she needed to step in.

She had picked up her medication from the pharmacy and decided to get some street food on her way home, not being able to pass up the opportunity to do so when she bumped into someone, her mind distracted on food and missing the person who was in front of her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I was just--” she apologized quickly before she recognized the person in front of her.

It wasn’t someone that she had actually ever spoken to but his face was one that he had seen around. She wasn’t the type to be star struck, or so she claimed but she stopped speaking when she recalled a few nights ago when a drunk boy was sharing his life story with her, telling her about his boyfriend while he had his arm draped around another. 

Naturally, Jiae had asked if this was the boyfriend he was referring to, thinking how cute it was but the boy had shaken his head, giggling before leaning closer as though he was telling her a secret.

“No, no. This is someone else. He doesn’t know about him, it’s a secret. My boyfriend is Chae Daejung.”

And so here she was now, standing in front of the boy who had been cheated on and she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew. “You’re Chae Daejung,” she said, wanting to confirm that it was him. “Listen...sorry again about bumping into you. Are...you okay?” 

[247sun-blog]

flower power

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Sun had come to Riventree Resort on her own, but she knew that plenty of people that she knew had planned on being here as well. The excitement could be felt in the air and it was hard not to have a smile on her face as she took in her surroundings. 

There was so much to see and do and Sun was eager to try them all but of course, she knew some things were better enjoyed with the company of good friends. 

Sun walked around until she stumbled upon a field of flowers and she stopped to take it in, enjoying the fragrant that the flowers emitted and the beauty of it all and there was a smile on her lips as she looked at all the flowers before her.

She was about to move on when she noticed a figure in the flowers and realized it was Daejung and she hurried towards him, wanting to sneak up on the boy but scaring him seemed like such a bad thing to do in such a beautiful scenery like this one so instead, she picked a flower and approached her friend, waiting for him to notice her presence before sticking the flower behind his ear.

“Look at you Daejung-ah, I think I choose a good flower. It looks really good on you,” she teased, chuckling. “How are you doing, Daejung-ah? Did you just get here?”

[seunghyun247-blog]

‘the lost boys’ cdj + csh

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a noise cracks just behind him, and he whirls around, eyes wide, nerves on edge, his mouth agape slightly to haul in oxygen in case of emergency. his body wants to go into fight-or-flight mode, terrified of every little movement the leaves around him make, but there’s no sign of another person. he can’t see any living creature at all, except maybe a few birds flying overhead, and he would do anything to be able to get back to the camp. something deep in his gut is telling him, he might not be able to, ever again. this could be it, the end for him—all for some stupid tv show.

what if there’s bears out here? or wolves? or worse—kim jongin?

it’s just beyond dusk and seunghyun picks up his pace. he really doesn’t want to be out here when it gets dark, but he’s lost his way off the path, having left it without even realizing. he hadn’t been looking where he was going and by the time he noticed that he was walking in the wrong direction, it was too late. the trees are high and beginning to become silhouettes against the sky, ominous and foreboding, and he feels a shiver down his spine. “hello?” he calls randomly, just to hope that someone, somewhere out there could hear him. “is anybody there?” he hates camping, he never wants to do this again.