#advjimin

[chanyeoladv-blog]

Last thing on my mind

@advjimin

Being brought up with certain expectations is never easy, especially when you have someone hounding you twenty-four-seven. Luckily for Chanyeol this isn’t the case anymore, but the side-effects remain. A feeling that perhaps you aren’t cut out for the life that you have been given. That maybe too much is on your plate and you won’t be able to cope with them for very much longer. When Chanyeol falls asleep those thoughts are soon forgotten, only to be remembered as soon as he wakes up.

Now of course Chanyeol would never tell anyone the feelings that he was harbouring. They were something he had to face himself and only Almighty himself would know of such thoughts. If they were impure thoughts he would already know about them, as the Almighty would of made it known. But luckily that was the case. If anything it made him slightly more happy about the situation.

But then he met Jaebum again and another individual was thrown into the mix. Someone who could possible help him, even with his deepest darkest thoughts. Chanyeol needed to get past it, needed to accept them. Jimin. Luckily for Chanyeol he had already met him and asking for help was only one visit away. He seemed friendly enough so he would only hope he would agree to help him.

The first place he thought of to check would be his room, thankfully he shared a room with Jaebum so that wasn’t hard to find out. If the Almighty was able to verbally talk to him right now he knew they would curse him through the roof, considering he wasn’t planning on getting through this by himself. But at this point he couldn’t avoid it.

In front of Jimin’s dorm room he knocked three times. Hopefully the other was in, if not he would have to try again.

[advjingoo]

Play Pen | Jimin & Jin Goo

It had been almost two years since the first transformation that Jimin had met his beast, and though it had been inexplicably non-violent with the younger, it was stressful every time. 

No matter how long it had been, Jin Goo still couldn’t bring himself to trust his beast. But in any case, Jimin was adamant that his beast was nothing more than a pet, against all his objections, so he finds himself sitting on the grass, plucking at strands of grass as he waits for Jimin in a clearing of the forest. 

It had been a while since he had had these sort of days. In retaliation, his beast had been breaking certain bones upon transforming back. Maybe this time after transforming back he’d just be sore instead of broken. 

[advzitao-blog]

“so what? you did it.”

Starter Sentences

“Well, yes. I’m sorry… Does that bother you, somehow?” His voice is soft as he glances over at the young man beside him. He can recognize that he’s one of the members of the foundation, and since Zitao is visiting, he doesn’t mind in the slightest that he’s being asked a few questions. There’s blood dripping down one of his arms- the wound on it having healed after he got the amount he needs. The combat drone in front of him has been deactivated easily and he’s just… smiling. He tilts his head and holds up the hand- blood solidifying into claws.

“There’s an edge in your voice. I hope I haven’t managed to upset you. I thought perhaps you needed a hand with the drone. They sometimes fight a bit harder than they should and you do appear a bit small.” He rests his hand on his shoulder- making sure none of the blood stains his shirt or even so much as rubs off on his skin. His lids fall a little as he gets a better look at the younger man. There’s no obvious hint that he would be another freak- mutant- monster, but Zitao would like to think that he is. Then again, this foundation does occasionally take in particularly talented normal people. Then again, when you become that good at something, you start to become just a bit strange too. It isn’t exactly normal when you start to be so good at hunting you might be compared to an animal. His smile widens very slightly.

“Ah~ I realize now that I must seem quite rude. Most strangers don’t step into the middle of someone’s combat training and down the punching bag.” He eyes the drone. “Accept my apology. I was just worried. I don’t think it’s a particularly good idea to get injured, if you can avoid it.” And he shows just a little teeth in his smile. He turns and hums- smile returning to it’s small state as he continues to analyze the stranger. 

“I’m Huang Zitao. I often come to this establishment in order to donate money or just to try to aid some of the potentials here. You seem like a gorgeous young man and I probably don’t deserve to even speak to you, but… If it isn’t too much, I would adore the pleasure of learning your name.” He bows just a little- blood clawed hand crossing over his chest just a little. The moment he’s standing up straight again, he just waits expectantly.

Hopefully he’ll get to see the monstrous side of this potential… assuming he has one.

[advjeongguk]

💫 — twofold

There’s a certain ease in which he identifies the familiar back of a man he’d met not too long ago -- but in a much different setting. Jeongguk is elated to see the other male here, had thought him a lost cause because of the pretty negative reaction he’d had initially when Jeongguk had mentioned the Foundation to him. And -- there’s always a chance that it’s not him, but Jeongguk is practically positive it is him.

Simply yelling out his name would be pretty ballsy, but Jeongguk doesn’t want to startle him, or anyone else nearby too much so the next best option is to just, you know -- appear right in front of him. “Jimin,” is the first thing out of his lips once he makes the decision, and it’s a short distance so he knows he can appear right at the right place at the right time. “-- you’re here!”

Eyes creased and smile stretched wide and open, Jeongguk’s suddenly looking at Jimin’s face instead of his back, a few paces behind. Hey -- he’s in a place full of mutants, one appearing out of nowhere shouldn’t be that surprising, right?

“You actually came, hyung,” There are a million things he wants to ask -- how are you feeling? are you okay? are you fed, hydrated, adjusting? -- but he figures it’s best to start with, “Do you remember me?”

@advjimin