#advjaehwan

[advluhan]

rush 💨

@advjaehwan !

“Late, I’m so late—There is no time!”

Ends of the month were always ridiculously packed for an accountant, because they had to keep track of everything dating back from the beginning of the month until the respective point in time. Not only that, but if one also had to juggle with more than one company, things increased in difficulty considerably. If the companies operated in different domains, then the level of difficulty and the amount of work necessary to keep track of all of their entries and transactions.

As a result, Lu Han worked on a tight schedule in those days. He was constantly busy, constantly working on papers and logging various information into online platforms, only to then have to travel around town to either pick up portfolios or drop them off at their respective companies – some were easier to tackle than others, so they always got finished first. In his rush, there was only one thing on his mind and that was how he had to keep to the schedule he set up for himself, otherwise things could risk getting out of control.

A small traffic jam is enough to throw his plans off balance.

By the time he reaches Daybreak, he is nothing but a disheveled mess – rushing, running through its grounds. Continuously, he whispers to himself that he is late, that he needs to keep going and move faster; the sight is, in a way, similar to that of the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. Of course, he is not fated to have things go his way, for Lu Han is quick to discover that the elevator to the Male Dorm ended up malfunctioning somewhere in between the time that he was away. Were he to not have a good enough control over himself, then he would’ve surely allow a loud, distressed noise to leave his lips – there is no time for that.

Swiftly, Lu Han turns to the side and rushes in the direction of the stairs. It was now that he hated living at the top floor of a building, because there was a long way up and the time that it will take him to get there will turn out to be nothing else but wasted – oh well. Right as he is about to go around the corner and take it up the flight of stairs, he collides with a person that was going downstairs. The impact doesn’t only send him off balance and has him fall to the floor, but his glasses are knocked off in the process and the portfolios fly out of his hold, papers scattering all around the two of them. “Sorry, I am so sorry—“ he is already on all fours while speaking up words of apology, hands desperately palming around the ground in search for his glasses.

This just wasn’t his day.

[ohjic]

“you can’t be here now.”

the night is calming in its silence. 

he prefers it to be loud, for people to be buzzing about, clogging his senses and keeping his mind occupied. but here, in the dark, with only the moon and the grey clouds above him for company, he doesn’t mind the silence as much. the trees around the facility dance in the wind to create white noise and he’s able to let it drown out his thoughts. the air is crisp in his lungs and chills him to the bone. the moon highlights his path just enough to see his next step.

october is a great month for people who can’t sleep.

          “you can’t be here now.” 

he stops dead in his tracks. why not? 

he looks from side to side. the thought was so sudden, the command so strange, it almost felt like it wasn’t his own. he ignores his thoughts and tries to shake off the uneasy feeling, staying on his path through the trail. 

the thought rings back in his mind again, “you can’t be here now,” and he isn’t sure if it’s a memory of the thought or his instinct trying to stop him from continuing. 

he feels like he’s being watched and it makes him antsy. he looks behind, side to side, and still can’t see anyone or anything in the darkness. he lets out a deep breath, then another, trying to keep his heartbeat steady. there’s no fuckin’ reason to lose it here, he tells himself.

he picks up the pace for the last half of his ‘calming’ walk.

[advxsanghyuk-blog]

delivery for you

The look of surprise on his boss’ face when he told him why yes, I can code was, quite simply, insulting and downright infuriating. Apparently the amount of faith this technological company had in their hired interns was at an all-time low. Maybe if someone had bothered to actually read over his application they wouldn’t have to outsource this contract to a third party, and maybe he wouldn’t be forced to run around the city like they often did.

But with an errand like this, Sanghyuk fully intended to take his sweet, deliberate time with it. He’d decided to start the morning with a box of fancy, glazed donuts, courteously paid for by his superior without the man’s knowledge, but it wasn’t as if he would notice one modestly-priced purchase in his bill. There wasn’t even a single grey hair on his large head, but the man was already beginning to lose it in the memory department. Better for me, he thought, balancing papers on top of the cardboard box as he took a sip of his iced coffee. Admittedly, the more he perused the details of this project the more he was tempted to admit that perhaps his web designing skills were not up to snuff, but he would sooner rot at the bottom of the ocean than say it aloud.

He hummed, skillfully balancing his drink on the box as he flipped the page and crossed the street. Sanghyuk craned his neck forward to sip from the straw so he could look around to confirm the third party’s address. Immediately, his lips puckered and he knitted his eyebrows together. Wasn’t this area familiar? The intern attempted to breeze through the entrance, but a security guard firmly halted him. “What is your business here?” “Ah.” Unfazed, he took another sip from his coffee and slowly waved the paperwork in the air. “I have some contract work to discuss with a…” He paused, eyes traveling upwards as he feigned forgetfulness. “Lee Jaehwan? Excuse me sir, but if you could direct me to his residence that would be greatly appreciated.” For good measure, he tossed in a polite smile that crinkled his eyes, and it was enough for the guard to relax his shoulders and point him toward the male dormitories.

“He’s on the second floor. Room F.”

Sanghyuk readjusted the items in his arms. “Thank you, sir!” He gave the guard a wink and toothy smile, and even though the older man scoffed he could see an amused grin tugging on the elder’s lips as he shuffled toward the stairs.

After a few minutes of scanning the number plates, he found his desired room and managed to give the door two firm knocks. “Mr. Lee? I’m here to deliver some paperwork for Park Tech. Industries.” He waited as patiently as he could manage. Please open the door soon.

[advwonshik-blog]

Trade Secrets

@advjaehwan Continued from here.

It isn’t two seconds after his outburst that Wonshik finds himself turning bright red and staring to the table. Sure, Jaehwan knows that Shik is far from the quietest of people, but this is still embarrassing as all hell. Wonshik just lets out a slight huff and crosses his arms. Ok, so he might have overreacted just a little... Maybe a lot. He just bites his lip and takes a deep breath. He’s got to calm down. He makes himself far more obvious than he should.

“I know you aren’t gonna’ judge, Hyung.” There’s a small bite to his words. Maybe it’s that he doesn’t want to talk about all of this. He’s been bitter since that other guy showed up. A little snappy, even to his close friends. He’s sure Jaehwan doesn’t mean any harm. Really, he doesn’t either. It’s just that Wonshik has been holding back the anger and trying his hardest to not let his friends see. He’s not doing a great job... He flexes his fingers just a little- glancing around the room. No one’s staring anymore. They stopped long ago. He just needs to actually keep his voice down this time.

“Who says I can’t hide it, though?” His voice is rough. “That’s what I’m good at. I’m not super great at... feeling shit.  Bin’ll be happier not knowing anyway. It’s not really like you and Xing, y'know?” He tilts his head to the side. “You two actually work. You’re cute together and stuff. I don’t know why ya’ haven’t talked t’ him about all of your feelings and shit yet, really. I’m pretty sure he feels the same.” 

He’s changing the topic and he knows it. If he can just avoid the conversation, he’ll feel that much better. He’s already admitted to himself the way he feels about his roommate. He’s already pushed it aside and done everything in his power to pretend that nothing is going on, so why should he even talk about it? It’s not like Bin would really be interested, not in him. He’s just not like that. He’s already got that.. Kyungil guy, right? They’re not really a thing, but... Just thinking about it makes Wonshik’s mind start to buzz. He can feel anger bubbling just below the surface, but now’s really not the time. This isn’t about him... Not anymore. It’s about Jae and Xing. That’s how he wants it to be.

“Y’know... I seriously thought you two had already started goin’ out for a while there.”

[hansoladv-blog]

Curiosity And The Cat

@advjaehwan

It’s hard not to find some things extremely amusing when you know as much as a certain Kim Hansol. He’s been paying more and more attention to his surroundings, and it’s been paying off. The little details are turning into bigger ones- like a constellation where when you link the stars together you can see the whole. Maybe some people think he’s excessive or that he knows too much, but none of those people have piped up about it yet. He’d dare say most of the potentials even like him. He wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s able to both help them and, of course, keep himself safe at the same time. That’s all anyone could ask, isn’t it?

There are always some things that he just needs to know more about, though. Right now, one of his chief interests is in overly fluffy (and perhaps somewhat annoying) relationship between Lee Jaehwan and Zhang Yixing. It all started with spotting Jaehwan’s cat in the hall a few too many times. It was a little odd to see the cat in the first place- mostly because Hansol was so careful with his own pet. Sure,  he had brushed it off as nothing at first, but the moment he noticed the way the cat tended to follow Yixing around there was a change in perspective. So Hansol did his best to learn what he could about Jaehwan’s power- mostly through recalling what his notes said (his contract with Roy really is a blessing)- and came to a strange conclusion. The cat was stalking Yixing. Well, more Jaehwan was stalking Yixing using the cat, but the difference isn’t that important. 

Hansol’s interest only grew more at the news that the two had gone to the beach festival together (only to get blown up just like everyone else. Still bitter). Honestly, the two seemed enough like a couple the few times the Contracter passed by them and it was really just small glances here and there. However, Hansol could confirm that they weren’t even close to an actual thing at the time which was just... Sad and ridiculous. 

Which is how he finds himself wandering down the hall to a room he’s familiar with. It makes sense that he would stop by under the guise of visiting Hoseok, who he knows is away at work... Most people won’t even bat an eye at something like this. That’s how Hansol prefers it- where no one knows what he’s planning or thinking. He clears his throat just a little. Talking to Jaehwan about his relationship with Yixing is bound to be worthwhile... After all, the two of them could probably use a hand! A friend to lean on when you don’t know how to deal with your crush is a big deal, right?

(Hansol mentally cringes at the idea. Who even cares about relationships anymore? Dating, love... They’re gross. If the two actually get together, they’d better keep the stupid, mushy stuff to a minimum... Or else he’ll think of a quicker way to break them up.)

He knocks slowly- smiling just enough to be pleasant and posture far from intimidating. He’s not sure when he realized how to come across as this unassuming. He’s always been good at controlling his emotions- body language- but knowing exactly how to pose himself is different. It doesn’t matter though. The door opens slowly and Hansol waves very slightly.

“Ah! Jaehwan Hyung! Is Hoseok around?” His voice isn’t too loud, not for Jaehwan. He doesn’t want to scare the shut-in off.... He waits for the no and pauses for just a moment after it. He makes himself look just a little disappointed- slight frown and hand moving to grasp the other. “Oh... Ah... This is awkward. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you... Um...” He sighs. This is the harder part. He needs to strike up small talk.

“Oh! Did... Um, you were at the festival, right? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” He smiles- albeit awkwardly. Inside, the grin is darker. He’s glad he’s learned how to do this so well... This is such an easy start, and soon enough he’ll learn what he wants... Maybe give this poor guy the push he needs to actually admit his feelings too. Cupid Hansol, to the rescue.

He mentally cringes at that. He’ll avoid thinking it in the future.

[advxjjong]

“don’t even think about it.”

📢 sentence starter for @advjaehwan 📢status: not accepting( a/n: spies!au )

Jonghyun smirked. He had him just where he wanted him– backed into a corner with little places to go– or rather tied to a chair with absolutely nowhere to go but that was besides the point. The latter was caught trying to crack into Jjong’s safe behind his desk, a big mistake when he realized that he had been watching the other the second he started to scope out the building many months ago. It was only a matter of time before this spy ( who goes by the alias Ken ) played right into his hand and left him trapped as he was right now. He was feeling great, amazing even. He was honestly surprised dear ole Ken was dumb enough to believe that this whole stake-out plan was going to work and that Jonghyun would stupidly let him just waltz in and take whatever was in his precious safe.

Ken, of course, was pissed as fuck. He’d been caught– embarrassingly so considering his company for hire was one of the more prestigious ones around, but there were always duds in the mix. “And what will you do about it?” he counters, circling around the tied up other like a lion stalking prey. He was watching him carefully, knowing that the caught spy might have several tricks up his sleeve ( he was trained after all ) into getting out of his binds but what he doesn’t know is that Jonghyun had stuck several stun pins in the other’s clothing when he was knocked out earlier. They only required a press of a button for Jonghyun to render the other several shocks that’ll have him paralyzed.

The other was naturally referring to the knife that Jonghyun was twirling between his fingers. Jonghyun had many, many plans with this Ken boy. He wanted to get information out of him– and maybe perhaps a couple of other things ( the caught spy was rather charming, if Jonghyun cared to admit, but that wasn’t necessarily high on his priority list ) before letting him go. But if this Ken boy didn’t want to play nice, then maybe letting him go easily will be the last thing Jjong would do. “I’m assuming Lay would be very disappointed in you to learn that your grand plan had failed him deeply,” he muses nonchalantly, his blade lazily twirling between his fingers. He watched the other’s reaction carefully, not failing to miss the flash of emotions in the captured spy’s eyes. This gives Jonghyun far more information then the other would probably like, and that made Jjong’s smirk grow more.

He gets closer, grabbing a handful of the other’s hair and pulling it back as he got in his face, his other hand holding the knife up to the other’s throat. “I’m only going to ask once, pretty boy,” he warned, pressing the sharp edge of the knife just a tad against the porcelain white of the other’s skin. “What were you doing snooping around in my office?”