#aa247

[247junhoe-blog]

welcome to the paradise

✒️ | @aa247

He had lost count in those nights long ago, and although he took a break from it all for nearly two years, nothing seemed to have changed. Including his attitude. Every time at Dark Paradise he was getting fully into character, June the raunchy stripper was the complete opposite to this painfully casual Junhoe he introduced to way more people. Walking into the club, he left his daily life behind and when his shift was over he was forgetting everything that went down at his workplace.

With his hair flawlessly styled and a little bit of dark eye-shadow, Junhoe was looking more like a rebellious twin he never had. The black half-transparent shirt and uncomfortably clinging leather pants weren’t exactly his regular fashion choice neither, but this very stile was fitting June like a glove. Few more subtle adjustments and he was ready to go, maybe all that was missing was a shot of soju for courage, yet he wanted to keep his serene consciousness. It was a full house tonight (he could hardly recall the club being ever any emptier).

Once he got on stage and the slow-tempo song played from the speakers, his moves were unapologetically sultry and enticing. His alluring gaze wandered around the thoroughly attentive audience as he made the pole his dancing partner. Suddenly he pulled back, his hand slid up his torso to start undoing the buttons. He felt like varying his routine, though. Nimbly stepping of the stage, gracefully he approached a woman who fell into his sight earlier and in front of her he ripped his shirt open, flashing a coquettish smirk as he revealed his broad chest.

[soohyun247-blog]

— datsuzoku: a&sh

da·tsu·zo·ku (noun): unbounded by convention; free

The job had its perks. The job being the tasks Soohyun was tasked with; designing, creating, executing. The Job being Being Soohyun. On top of his responsibilities being a designer, he had to wake up in the morning and strap on this weight and put on this mask. Yet, he did it. Every day, he woke up. He paid for his morning espresso with a card with the name Kim Soohyun on it. He sat in an office with the name Kim Soohyun on the door. The name on his apartment contract was Kim goddamn Soohyun. The name the owner of the bar addressed him as was Kim Soohyun. And he answered. And so, his life went on, as did his day. He spent the rest of his time before the opening of the bar to discuss minute details of what the owner wanted before stowing away at a nearby coffee shop to work on his design drafts. By the time he was done, having returned back to the bar to discuss the drafts with the owner, the bar was buzzing with Seoulites enjoying their Friday night. The owner insisted Soohyun stay for a drink, waving off to the bartender that his tab would fall upon the house that night. A perk of the job. He had nowhere to be, so he took a seat near the end of the bar, waving to get the attention of the bartender. He had been nursing his drink for who knows how long before finally finishing it off. His intention had been to have a drink and get going, but as soon as he got up to leave, the bar owner found his way to him, engaging him in unwanted conversation. No choice but to sit down and have another drink, it was to Soohyun’s surprise that the bartender this time around was a woman. The bar owner patted Soohyun’s arm to leave just as abruptly as he had appeared, and Soohyun found himself staring at the bartender before him. Perhaps it was the warm haze that the whiskey had left in his body, or it was true familiarity that caused the words to spill out, “Do I know you?”

[247jiyong]

MOODBOARD — ASANO AYA & KWON JIYONG

 ❛ life’s a game, but it’s not fair;  i break the rules, so i don’t care,   so i keep doing my own thang. ❜

— send a ‘⚡’ for a moodboard of our muses ( accepting )

[x247sumin]

cheap thrills ( csm ✩ aa )

@aa247

tonight was probably the only time ( or at least one of those times ) she had talked to people the most, the only time she wasn’t trying to avoid people. all thanks to alcohol. she probably would regret all this if she started to sober up, but that’s if she even remembered any of this. it’s a great night---well, after she had drank a little too much---so she was just living it while it lasted. after all, this chance didn’t come often, she had to grab it while she could. 

after drinking so much, sumin had started to get hungry. luckily not many was around the food table, which meant she was going to have it all to herself. but before she could take any of the food, her gaze fell onto something that didn’t seem too uncommon in her eyes. it was a tattoo. two flying ravens. she had the exact same tattoo on the side of her right hand, and so was this one. she knew other people might have the same tattoo, but her eyes couldn’t fool her now. 

she was confident that this was aya, or at least this tattoo did convince her anyways. looking up to meet the person’s face, her smile grew wider upon recognizing those familiar looking of lips. “i didn’t know you’ll come here,” she mused, reaching for a chocolate muffin. “that outfit looks really good on you by the way.” sumin was wearing gloves, therefore there was no way aya could see her tattoo. it would be hilarous if she couldn’t figure out who it was. 

“i’ll ask who you are but that’s not so fun. do you know who i am?” 

[jongin247]

‘cacophony’

@aa247

his steps are quiet, the pads of his soles gentle against the rain-damped sidewalk, his jacket tucked in tightly around himself against the chill. the wind howls around him like a mournful lover, the bite of it desperately tugging on his clothes, and he hates it. he’s come outside without a hat or a car, his hair whipping against his ears and the frame of his face wildly; he knows he’ll look a mess by the time he gets to his destination. twilight hovers just over the horizon, the sun yawning low in the atmosphere, and he knows the temperature is only going to drop further, along with his mood.

he clenches his teeth and hunches his shoulders up, taking longer strides and ducking his chin, refusing to notice the stars peeking down at him, interested, coaxing. his eyes sting and he sniffs, only making his discomfort worse, until finally the house peers into view and he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. his pace is quickened and his eyes sharpen, the frozen nubs of his fingertips digging painfully against his palms, leaving crescents in their wakes, but it’s better than the numbness that threatens his body heat. usually his inner fury tends to keep him warm enough, even in the darkest parts of winter, but climbing the steps to aya’s garage hardly gives him reason to anger.

he doesn’t bother going to the door of the main house, already hearing the base guitar and the beat of drums from the shed doorway; he knows she’s in there. he pounds on the surface and breathes heavily into his collar, his lungs stinging, the edges of him caving in on himself. he knocks again, and waits for her to dislodge herself from her instrument to come for him, waits for her to remember he was even supposed to be coming over today, waits for her to realize that it’s fucking freezing out here, and if she makes him stand here for much longer, he’s going to turn around and leave.

[x247sumin]

wild thoughts ft aya.

@aa247

even with her fifth drink now, nothing had seemed to chance. she could still hear the annoying noise made by the same person who had been talking to her since hours ago. somehow she’s surprised she hadn’t punched him yet by now, all she wanted was to drink alone and he came out of nowhere making it looked like she actually wanted his company and nonsense talk. she didn’t really pay attention to what he's saying, but then she remembered something about him pestering her into playing the truth and dare game---he must be wasted as hell, why would he ask a stranger to play such a game here? fine. if he wanted to play, she would play. 

“dare,” she suddenly blurted out. “tell me your dare.” the drunk man stared blankly at her for a second, probably taken aback of her sudden change in attitude, but didn’t take long enough to come up with a response. “i dare you to kiss anyone in this club.” god, that’s so cliche. she felt stupid for a moment to expect that he would have some crazy dare to give out, but if that’s his best shot, then fine. “that’s fucking easy,” sumin scoffed, already standing on her heels as she scanned the room briefly. “watch me.” her eyes laid on a girl who sat alone at the corner of the room, probably trying to drink the night away. would she love a little company?

sumin took a seat almost instantly next to the girl and placed her elbow on the table, one hand propping her chin as she looked at this beautiful stranger. “hey, gorgeous.” she started off with a charming smile on her lips. “i don’t want to be rude but,” she gave it a dramatic pause before continuing, “your lips look lonely. would they like to meet mine?” sumin hated pick up lines, yet those words rolled off her tongue smoothly as if she had done it many times before. she could care less if the girl reacted negatively to her attempt ( she wouldn’t admit that it would hurt her pride a little though. ), all she wanted was someone pleasant enough to be with. 

[247jiyong]

— Step By Step

( — @aa247​ )

There are times when Jiyong wouldn’t hesitate about disavowing any relatedness to his parents and as heartless as it may sound, certain situations bring him closer to actually cutting them out of his life they’re notoriously tampering with as if it’s their own. Ever since he was a child he’s been putting up with too much of their nonsense that it really left him surprised how some bits of his patience remained. But what they recently came up with was absolutely the last straw and despite the frustration the whole ridiculous idea aroused, somehow he ended up agreeing to this. For his own good, perhaps.

It was his ultimate nightmare that his parents would eventually try to find him the other half, somebody he could settle down with and therefore stop being the family disgrace after they allegedly witnessed his unsuccessful relationships. That was the very last field of his life he wanted his mother and father to nose in, however, they had the sheer audacity to set him up with a complete stranger. All he got to learn was her name — Asano Aya. He had no clue how she could’ve known his parents, but he supposed it was more or less business-related. Her parents were probably equally influential, he assumed. Jiyong didn’t have the energy to argue with them and again try to politely make them aware his love life was nothing to be so horribly interested in.

Sitting in the expensive restaurant they’ve chosen, just like they picked the navy blue suit for him to wear, he once more rethinks his decision and internally curses himself for daring to think saying yes to this ordeal back then wouldn’t hurt. Because right now his bitterness is reaching its peak and the mysterious Aya hasn’t arrived yet. With plenty of people walking in and out, it’s even more of a challenge to spot a stranger and figure out it might be her.

Nervously tapping his fingertips on the table, he looks around briefly and a young female falls into his sight suddenly (and she doesn’t fail to catch his attention right away, in fact). His brows raise instantly before hesitantly standing up. Should he wave? Should he ask whether it’s Miss Asano? Though when they maintain eye-contact for prolonging seconds and he sees the woman approach, he’s almost completely sure it indeed is her. Putting on an indifferent expression straight off, his eyebrow now forms an arch quite cheekily. “So... It’s you? Aya?”

[revolution909]

Dance Area - AA247 (Skull Juice Remix 2)

From "AA247" EP (2008)