#247jiho

[247jiyong]

aesthetic boards — @247jiho​ & jiyong

❝ it’s showtime, look and see who’s here;                 we’re stirring up an explosive cocktail.❞

[seunghyun247-blog]

‘skeletons on parade’ ajh & csh

@247jiho

seunghyun smiles as soon as he sees jiho approach, the shorter male in some seriously impressive zombie attire, but then it doesn’t take him long before deciding to do this the proper way, deadening his eyes and jaw, putting his arms out and grunting and moaning as he walks towards the other, pretending to be a real zombie. by way of greetings, he bumps his head against jiho’s shoulder, running into him a bit on purpose, before the gig is up and seunghyun can’t contain his laughter anymore.

“heyyyy!” he says properly, leaning in to give jiho a half-hug, not wanting to ruin either of their aesthetics. he’s very excited though as the sun twilights behind the horizon and the game begins, everyone starts walking. he supposes maybe it’s silly to be so energetic about just walking a few miles with a bunch of zombies, but it’s exhilarating, fun in the same way that holding a balloon is fun—just for no real reason. he hop-skips a bit, like a giant child, huge smile on his face. “are you ready to start? can we go? do you need stilts maybe, or should i carry you on my back or what?” he teases.

[yijoo247-blog]

                      🌙  MOODBOARD MEME ⇢ @247jiho

[247jiyong]

— Wild For The Night

( — @247jiho )

Jiyong and Jiho always need to be above a certain standard, they have to raise the bar high, so others won’t be able to reach it if they tip-toe or use a ladder and this tendency of their shows in the simple things. For example, when they decide to hit a club like tonight. They could’ve taken a cab, but they didn’t. Instead, they rented a fancy black limousine and before arriving to the destination they emptied a few glasses of champagne, making toasts not half as refined and overblown like their dazzling and glamorous outfits that still wouldn’t fail to distinguish them among the most dashing heartthrobs. Hopefully his perfectly tailored navy blue suit will survive their oh-so casual wildness without being adorned by a single stain and none of the glistering rings will slip off his fingers.

The club they’ve picked also couldn’t be a typical club with sweet drinks and decent music, but a quite peculiar place in the Northeast, where the guests are as specific and distinctive as the overall atmosphere there. One and only Dark Paradise Strip Club, which Jiyong hasn’t dropped by in a longer while and he didn’t want to visit it alone again. And what he especially values in Jiho is his eagerness and willingness to accompany him everywhere, even when the rest could question his common sense.

His face remains statuesque, yet if somebody managed to look through the shades resting on the bridge of his nose and later gaze directly and deeply into his eyes, they could detect a gleam of mischievousness and sparkling excitement. So when the vehicle stops and outside the tinted windows he can notice the club’s sign, he needs to hold back the urge to blatantly — and probably in a high-pitched tone — express his elation. As the door is opened for him, he buttons up his suit jacket and in an exaggerated manner fixes the collar of his shirt before stepping out of the car. Throwing a glance over his shoulder to check whether his friend has gotten out already, he eventually gives in and tosses a barely visible simper at him.

Sliding off the sunglasses, with this well-practiced nonchalance, he shoves them into one of the pockets and gifts Jiho’s side with a subtle nudge. “Soon you’ll see that this charming hellhole lives up to its name,” He whispers lowly into his ear, as though he’s sharing a secret. Strutting towards the entrance, with a hint of arrogance and smugness highlighting his steps, a nod given to the bouncer is enough for the bulky man to almost invite them inside as if they’re regulars here.

What welcomes them in the narrow hallway leading to where the real magic happens are colourful lights, dense smoke and heavy bass. “I reserved a cosy corner for us,” Jiyong declares suddenly, raising his voice over the music as they keep on walking ahead, passing by those middle-aged men who find their piece of heaven here and not beside their wives. As they reach the spot he previously mentioned, he gestures for the bartender to prepare some drinks for them. Seating himself on a comfortable coach, his frisky eyes shift in Jiho’s direction. “To a memorable night.” Holding up a glass, he says another toast blandly, without a tinge of cheer — just like they both talk on a daily basis.

[247youngjae-blog]

luckup ; youngjae&jiho

@247jiho

A criminal record! The last missing piece for Youngjae. His father wouldn't like it, his brother would think of him pathetic and his mother would hopefully never hear of it. It wasn't the first time this happened, but it was the first time he had to deal with it by himself. You can't bail yourself out for the same crime twice. Not in Korea, at least. Being pushed by te policemen, he entered the station nagging and shouting loudly. Not a sober Youngjae, for sure. He stopped it once he realized no one was listening. What he did was nothing major. Nothing other people in his position wouldn't do. He didn't use it, he was just around it... Twice.

'Whatever you do, don't do drugs', his father once said. He had failed to follow that advice countless times now, what had he become? He sometimes regretted it, but that wave of sentiment only brought him a despair he wished to forget. He listened to it but could do nothing, as if his heart was telling him to do something but his mind thought the opposite.

A company party that lead to an after party that lead to cocaine. Nothing too excessive, only half the models and some VIP guests used it, Youngjae wasn't interested. He knew the basics of partying, don't mix anything if you're not sure of the results. He stayed on the vodka while others were passing out, but he was too drunk to realize everyone had left and the police were on their way. Turns out someone had really passed out. Enough for people to think he was dead.

So he was left with a barely alive body and enough evidence to get him arrested (for the second time) with drug possession. He was waiting very patiently for the time the blood test results came in and cleared his name so he could leave a nasty, criminal-filled place that he was starting to get used to. He was surprised the press hadn't caught up to his arrest yet, but for the moment he had bigger problems to worry about.

A big, bald, scary looking police officer dragged him into a cell where he would spend the night, he barely looked at anyone's faces and say down on a corner where he could wait for his drunkenness to go away so he could think straight.

[247jiyong]

— Old Habits Die Hard

( — @247jiho​ )

With dense cigarette smoke swirling in his mouth before the grey cloud dispersed in the lukewarm air, he walked down the street ever so tranquilly as if the time had stopped for a while and wasn’t about to rush once more any time soon. There was something about those afternoons, when Jiyong had actually nowhere to go but that one place.

He could already see the familiar signboard in the distance, the one that brought up so many memories and successfully imprinted a blissful smile on his lips each time he caught a glimpse of it. Even though he was never much of a person clinging onto the past.

Trampling the cigarette stump swiftly before the door of Radiacal Tattoo, Jiyong’s fingers soon curled around the knob and pushed the door open. The corners of his mouth moved upwards into a frisky grin straight away upon seeing his dear friend and nearly brother figure, Jiho.

“Guess who comes in peace again,” Breathing out a low chuckle, he slid his sunglasses off leisurely and exposed the glistering eyes that were hiding behind them. The beam washing over his face didn’t fade even for a second. “You’re not too busy, are you?”