#247jonghyun

[247jiae-blog]

chicken and beer

@247jonghyun

Jiae clocked out out and hurried to the locker room to change before hurrying to where she knew her friend had been last, eyes searching for the familiar figure of Kim Jonghyun, a fellow Cheongnam graduate and someone who Jiae had spent a lot of time with in her four years. The two had been in the same clique and although they had parted ways, they met again in the hospital where she worked as a nurse and him, a doctor in training.

It took a few minutes, Jiae hovering around and trying not to get in people’s ways before she spotted his figure and raised an arm, waving it and hoping he saw her before hurrying to stand in front of him.

“Hello Dr. Kim,” she greeted him and bowed. “Are you almost done working? Or do you have a break coming up? I was thinking of getting chicken and beer and wanted to see if you wanted to come too.”

[daljaejoong]

‘dig a hole, label it love’ |past| kjh & ltm

@247jonghyun

taemin places great pride in the fact that he tries to be as graceful as possible. he’s worked for many years perfecting his stance and his balance, classes after classes, practicing even when he knew he shouldn’t because of sickness or lack of time, or when he knew he should be studying other things. dance has always been something of an escape, a place he can go to where he has more control but simultaneously, he can also let go of things there. it’s liberating, it’s thrilling, he loves it.

and lately, he’s been throwing himself into it the same way alice threw herself down into that hole in the ground, tumbling upside down, confused and disoriented. he knows he’s in trouble, mentally, he knows he ought to be seeking some sort of council or therapy, but… he can’t bring himself to figure out what to say. he doesn’t even know where to start, how to try, where to go to. his brother’s death wasn’t his fault, and yet? his sister’s mental decay was unstoppable, and yet? everything has been happening so fast in the last few months, and he doesn’t know how to properly avoid it.

well, he shouldn’t say that. he does know how to avoid it, and avoid it quite entirely—namely dropping out of college and blocking his now ex-boyfriend’s number. his parents haven’t even called him, so there’s little to evade with that. all he really has left right now is the meager dance lessons he’s taking over at In Step, and somehow the last two weeks have seen him practicing at all hours of the day, losing himself in the beat and rhythm, drowning in the music as deeply as he can.

consequently, he can’t sleep, not for longer than only a few hours at a time anymore, so he thinks he has to burn off some of this energy. not that he has any energy. still though, he goes off to a nearby park, before the break of dawn, and begins practicing once again. he puts great pride on his level of balance, but then he missteps and crumbles down, falling, and realizes too late that he had been badly positioned on the top of a hill. it’s not large or anything, but the sudden decline of the ground flings him onto a jogging path and he scrapes up his palms trying to stop himself. shit, that hurts.

[247jiyong]

— Trashy Confrontation

( — @247jonghyun )

Even though in Jiyong’s view his apartment was more of a hotel than a place where his heart was, there were still some things he needed to do by himself like taking out the trash. Well, he probably could find somebody who could do it for him if they got cash in return, but his superiority complex wasn’t this large and he thought that doing a chore resident-like once in a while wouldn’t knock the crown off his head.

The trash bag’s content could be figured out from afar thanks to the plethora of glass bottles which were rhythmically clunking as he was making his way straight to the big bins outside the building. He always thought the distance was insane. Not only did he have to descend from the ninth floor (and of course wait for the elevator prior to that), but then he had to stroll across the lobby and attract attention with the ringing sound emitted by the drained liquor bottles; he was sure that if some of the residents couldn’t tell who he was, they would most certainly know how not so various his trash was.

Swiftly walking out of the apartment complex, he wanted to try his luck and just throw the plastic bag from there, the entrance door, yet he was too aware of his poor aim. Taking several steps more, Jiyong’s eyes were constantly fixated on one of the bins that he didn’t notice a man walking down the pavement. Sparing him a glance bordering on a glare after he felt a bump, a quick apology wouldn’t escape his mouth — although he knew it was his fault and abstractedness. His eyebrow arched at the man, whose displeased look resembled his own. “Are you waiting for something?”

[ex247seungri-blog]

"How drunk are you right now?"

The song ‘Single Ladies’ began to play on the radio. Upon hearing the familiar starting beats, Seungri got extremely excited, and just as Beyoncé started singing, he tried his best to imitate her. His Korean accent made the English lyrics sound funny since he was not fluent in the latter language. He wiggled his body in a silly dance for most of the song, with the exception of the chorus which he remembered the steps clearly. 

See, when Seungri works to the point of exhaustion, he tends to get high and ridiculous. It was as though working too much gave him an extra surge of energy. 

His friend did not seemed very amused by his ‘performance’ though. 

“How drunk are you right now?” 

The question caught him off guard. Regardless, he continued dancing and singing to the song until the very end.  

Truth was, Seungri did not even have a single drink that night. 

“Very?”

[247jiyong]

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

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It wasn't rare for Jiyong to get in trouble for saying a word too many, especially when he was hanging around with no other company than himself. That night he didn't even have a drop of alcohol on his tongue. Yet suddenly remembering a joke and laughing out loud while staring at some guy in front of him couldn't result in anything else than receiving the shades of red and purple to his face.

"I mean... It doesn't even look that bad." Standing before a mirror with a phone glued to his ear and his fingertips still trailing the bruises and cuts running down the side of his face, he abruptly let out a hiss upon coming across a wound over his cheekbone. "I can always say that I fell down the stairs, right? I'm a one clumsy man, after all." Peacefully letting out a soft chuckle now, he leaned back against a wall as a small smile spread across his sore lips. "But my door is never locked for you."

[247sana-blog]

“You look like you could use a hand.”

Strength, as it seemed, definitely failed to be one of her virtues as her flimsy arms floundered beneath the weight of what was supposed to be a box of sheet music. Had it been someone else, the kind old man always situated near the corner of the street, or even the cranky caretaker lady who sat in the entrance fo Bukdong apartments, Sana would have been more than willing to fork over the burden that forced her muscles to spasm.

Heaving another breath from her strained chest, Sana shakes her head, smiling in the same placid way as she refuses, her voice as brittle as her bones that shook. “It’s quite alright,” she says (but even then Jonghyun stood to the side, simply observing her). “It’s not that heavy.”

Now who was she to lie as her limbs continued to shake like a leaf; teeth grit, fingers clenched, Sana continues her climb once more, a trembling step cautiously placed upon the stairs.

Damned to hell if she ever let him help her. And damn her once more if she slipped and fell, forcing humiliation onto her once more; there would be no cracks in this precarious image she built, and she would not allow a simple trip-up like a coincidental encounter to destroy years of effort once more.

[247jinri-blog]

→ bad blood ; cjr&kjh

@247jonghyun​

life didn’t always go as planned. jinri knew that of course. in fact, she knew very well, despite her relatively short life of 21 years.

today was one of those days, where every little thing you can imagine just goes wrong. it started with her spilling her coffee on the perfect outfit she had prepared for her presentation today, after hours of mixing and matching different combinations. (that must have been the sign from god to give up everything and stay home for the day - for the rest of her life, really) she barely had time to check herself in the mirror as she hurriedly left the house, which turned out to be pointless as the traffic was crazy. then when she finally did get to school there of course wasn’t any parking space and she had to circle the premise at least three times before finding the tiny spot to squeeze her jeep in. she so nearly tripped on her new manolo blahniks when she was running to catch the elevator, after jumping out of her car, before her skirt got caught on the door. 

miraculously, jinri made it to the conference room in one piece barely, just fashionably late for the most important presentation she was probably gonna give in her life. after ignoring the disapproving look from her father, she managed to get through her presentation without any major slips, or so she had thought. when the girl went to the bathroom afterwards to calm down and fix her makeup, the mousy little secretary of her dad’s started speaking to her. of course she was going to be polite, smile, but ignore the other until she heard the word rip. the sense of doom shadowed her face as she slowly and dramatically looked towards the mirror - and there it was - probably the reason why the board members had grins on their faces - not her brilliant idea - a massive tear on the back of her skirt.

the girl nearly lost it then, but jinri was strong. she kept her composure and thanked the secretary, politely declining her offer to lend her spare clothes. (she’d honestly rather be dead than be caught in clothes that looked vaguely similar to the ones the other was wearing right now) she was just about able to cover the rip with her clutch as she quickly made her way out of the building.

then she found that her car was wedged between two cars, barely giving her space to get to her door. but when she finally tried to open the door to enter her safe haven, that’s when she snapped. she realised she left her keys in the conference room, along with her phone.

angry, upset and tired all at the same time, jinri let out a small loud scream. she needed to punch something real soon or she knew she would just collapse onto the floor with her ripped skirt and start crying. so she threw her clutch at  the first thing she saw - the car next to hers - before instinctively kicking, full of rage and tears. it didn’t matter her feet were hurting, or that on them were her new super expensive pumps. what mattered was the slow and ongoing breakdown of her life.

[247jiyong]

— Don’t Burn The Pages

( — @247jonghyun )

Back in high school days, seeing Jiyong with a new girl every few minutes at a party was nothing strange. Usually intoxicated with alcohol, he would use one of those overused pickup lines before ending up with a new companion somewhere in the corner, far away from people's eyes. For a short moment he was in love with every girl in his arms, for each one of them he was changing into a completely different man. He could turn his sweetness to spice within a single second. Indeed, he was just a youngster then but it was his attitude that always made him seem older.

Yet none of them was like Jonghyun, the first boy his lips got to touch and that one schoolmate that left an unerasable remark on his memories from 2008. No matter how many lovers stepped into his life from then, he would always be vivid in his mind.

For Jiyong it was just another Friday night party hosted by a senior he didn't even know but it was casual for him to get invitations even from strangers. His hand quickly grabbed a drink as his eyes were busy with looking for a company. And there he was, Jonghyun. They started off from a small talk before Jiyong realized that his lips were pressed against against the boy's. The next day it was the only event from the night that wasn't replaced with a void.

In school they acted like they didn't know each other. Yet one day Jonghyun talked to him just to threaten him. After all, the senior's reputation couldn't be ruined with a meaningless kiss. But Jiyong was ready to risk everything to keep their secret. Thanks to Gossip Girl, the word about younger's sexuality was quickly spread among his schoolmates.

Even though the years had passed, Jonghyun crosses his mind pretty frequently. The thought of him never brings a frown to his face but rather a smile, yet it still makes him wonder whether he visits the male's mind as well. Holding out his hand to reach his phone laying on the table, he dials his number with hopes that he didn't change it since then. His heart pounds faster and faster upon hearing a familiar voice after the serie of beeping sounds. "Hey... Do you have time to meet up?"