#advxkangjoon

[advtzuyu-blog]

worrisome: kangjoon & tzuyu

@advxkangjoon

The sun has just risen and she is still awake, her laptop snugly over her doona. Her fingers skimmed above the keyboard, as she ended the game with a “GG :)” in the chat, pleased by the outcome of the match. She moved her index finger on the power-button of the laptop and held it there for it to shut down, as if she was suffocating someone until they passed out. Tzuyu placed the laptop to the side and lied down, staring at the wall, not knowing if she should just get ready to wake up or sleep until it was 2 o’clock in the afternoon. 

Her eyes were already exposed to the sun, along with the light of her machine and therefore it was going to be hard to fall asleep. With a small sigh, Tzuyu swung her legs over to the edge of the bed and stood up, opening the curtains to let the light take over the shadows of her room. These past few weeks have been the same, staying up so late that the next day has started-- so often that she constantly questions herself if she was an insomniac. After a few mundane tasks, Tzuyu was feeling refreshed and ready to go out for her daily morning walk, which helped her snap out of her “in-bed” mode. 

To say it was cold would be an understatement. The morning winter chill within Incheon was freezing and she was hiding behind her down-jacket, on top of her pajamas. The garden was covered in ice sheen, it’s green leaves looking glossy and slick. Whenever she breathed, fog is produced from her lips, physically indicating how cold it was.  Still, it was refreshing air and it definitely woke her up-- a version of coffee.

Out of the corner of her eye, there was a figure that caught her attention, because he was the only human there. Although she had seen him  around the place before due to their ties in Daybreak Foundation, his name tag was blank within her HUD, because truth be told, she didn’t exactly know him. Tzuyu was close enough to see the bar above of his head and it made her stop in her tracks. It was red-- within it’s critical range, but this man... he didn’t seem to notice his condition. Perhaps he knew the end was coming and he wanted to be at peace? Or maybe he himself did not know?

Wait-- no. 

10% had turned into a 11%. Slowly and slowly, the red bar rose up, which surprised the young girl. It was... weird. A miracle-- even. He started to walk away and through her curiosity, she began to follow him. His health bar would continue to increase, much to her fascination. Tzuyu was so focused on the bar’s content that unbeknownst to her, she did not notice that there was a large ice puddle in front of her. 

As the soles of her shoe connected with the ice, her whole body lurched forwards and she gave a small yelp, before landing face-first into the bush in front of her, producing small red wounds on her smooth face, the cold not helping as it was stinging and felt numb. 

[hansoladv-blog]

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Memes: accepting

"Ahh... I’m really going to kill her when I see her again.” His voice is quiet as he mumbles to himself- watching a few kids run by in the snow screeching like banshees (Maybe not that bad. He’s pretty sure he’s heard a banshee scream at a distance and that banshee’s name is Kim Jonghyun). He didn’t want anything to do with children, particularly not any this young, but once again he’s been fooled by a friend into volunteering. This time, he’s stuck at a daycare and the fact that it even happened has got him frowning inside. He’s got a smile on for the kids, at least... Or is it more for their parents? It’s a little hard to tell, but either way he’s playing the good guy to keep himself from dealing with possible repercussions. 

At least he’s not alone yet again. This time there’s a different guy here, but yet again Hansol finds that he recognizes him from Daybreak. It might be easier for him to remember the guy if he could check his journal, but last time he pulled the black book out some child asked if it was ok to draw in. Hansol really isn’t in the mood to deal with kids asking stupid questions again- particularly if that involves him losing his notebook full of precious information. So instead he’ll just recall that they guy’s name is Kangjoon and be happy with that. He flashes his smiles at the other boy. Poor guy seems really nervous about the kids.

“They’re quite the handful, aren’t they?” The question is really just an attempt to prevent himself from yelling at this kids. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been around this many kids. They’re all so loud and needy, but... I suppose that’s to be expected.” He shakes his head and pushes his hair out his face ever so slightly.

“Ah, but... I think I know you from Daybreak, don’t I? What brought you here?” His smile doesn’t falter- his act never does. He’s the picture of calm and collected despite the fact that he’s considering contracting these kids to shut up for the next couple of hours... At least, once again, he’s not forced to deal with this alone.

[advxsanghyuk-blog]

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☾: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house.

Sanghyuk frowns at Kangjoon, and for some reason he shrinks a bitand starts to turn away. “What’s that look for? If you don’t want to help thenI’ll just ask someone else—“

He’s pulled inside so fast he nearly drops the gingerbread house.

“Aish. You really don’t have a delicate hand, do you? Maybe Ishouldn’t have asked for your help.” He frowns and makes a face at Kangjoon,but sets the house down on the table anyways. “You have a bunch of candy andstuff in your kitchen, right? Just bring that out.” Despite being the youngerone, he gestures for Kangjoon to bring the supplies over. At least he has thedecently to start looking for sugar to make the frosting. He pulls open acupboard and rifles around. “You have powdered sugar for the frosting, right?”

A pause. His head pops out from behind the cupboard door. “What doyou mean you don’t?” He looks taken aback, and then starts whining. “Hyung! Weneed that for the frosting. How are we going to stick all the candy and stuffonto the house if we don’t have frosting, huh?” Sanghyuk starts to pout. “Wecan use regular glue, but that just means we can’t eat it and where’s the funin that?”

Another pause. A quiet voice. “Unless you have edible glue…”

[allthingsbbt]

infectious smiles

@advxkangjoon

wheein could barely hold herself straight as she walked home. the three-inch heels that were her standard fare now tripped her up at every other step, and the permanent smile plastered onto her face looked strained and weary.

it had been fine in the morning; what had started as a nasty bout of sneezes was attributed to the cold. it was a common occurrence, nothing to worry about - until the phlegm in her throat began to say otherwise.

against the insistence of her brother to stay home, she donned a face mask and struggled against the wind to daycare. she was responsible enough to keep her distance from the kids as much as possible (but with them clinging to her every hour of the day, there was no way of telling how many she’d passed the germs to, really).

and now she resolved to make a pot of hot broth, visit the doctor, eat as many pills as humanly possible then be up, bright and sunshiney, to be with her kids again the next morning.

there was no way in heck she was going to let another sub-standard substitute teacher take her class again. the last time she fell sick and came back to school, one girl burst into tears saying she’d never seen so much homework in her life, she’s sorry she didn’t complete it, please don’t tell her mother-

and yet here wheein was, a runny nose and possibly a fever with the way she was shivering.

eyes hardening, she stopped in the middle of the street, sniffling a bit, abruptly turned around and headed straight for the nearest clinic.

[advluhan]

stop and stare ⏳

@advxkangjoon !

Being unable to harness the power which has been bestowed onto him often lands Lu Han in odd situations.

Over the course of years, those have varied greatly and while he cannot openly claim that he ever ended up in one that caused embarrassment, that statement remains debatable. Explanations are not easy to offer to those around him, to people that have no understanding of the visions that he experiences or how they cause him to freeze into place and tune out for a few minutes; he always passes it up with a smile and a wave of the hand, insisting that he got carried away while thinking and wound up daydreaming.

Sometimes, he wishes that was the case but the truth could not be further.

To some degree, this has changed ever since he joined Daybreak Foundation, at least in terms of hesitance towards offering an actual explanation about why exactly he remained picture still, staring at nothing in particular. It is something that he gradually learns to open up about, because he was now in a place where he wouldn’t be viewed as a madman when bringing his ability into mention – they were all the same here, after all. Past obvious differences, he wants to believe that there is common ground which can be found between each and every single resident of the foundation, some sort of unspoken understanding that they all have of one another.

This does not mean that he is no longer prone to landing in awkward situations, proven by the case at hand. He was headed outside of the Male Dorms with the intention of meeting up for lunch with his friend – referring to Soohyuk as such still tastes somewhat weird in his mouth, yet the relationship which they share cannot be viewed as anything less – when he gets stuck into place by images that flash before his eyes. 

Lu Han becomes detached from the surrounding reality for a couple of moments, all while standing in front of the main, glass door of the Dorm, with his hand grasping onto the handle.

[avtrose-blog]

sniffles

@advxkangjoon

Joy hangs up quickly, unhappy. She’s worked at the same place for three years, surely the manager should know she’s not the kind of person to drop a shift without warning if she wasn’t actually sick. She’s being considerate, damn it; admittedly, it’s also freezing outside now and if she’s being totally, completely honest, a quarter of her called in sick because a cold and the cold and her simply do not mix. Blowing her nose, Joy moves from her bed to the kitchen whilst all bundled up in three blankets, arranged from most to least thick, for maximum warmth and comfort.

There isn’t much in the kitchen, and she has to eat her dinner before she takes her medicine, so Joy sighs and taps her finger against the mostly empty container of yesterday’s fried rice. She recoils at the idea of going to the supermarket to buy ingredients to cook, immediately latching onto the second option her brain offers up - cup ramen.

Specifically, cup ramen at the convenience store. Also specifically, with Kangjoon. She shuffles and sniffles back to her room to find her phone to text him an invitation. (Well, more like an order.)

[text → ramen]: hey

[text → ramen]: i’m hungry

[text → ramen]: let’s go eat ramen

[text → ramen]: now

She doesn’t bother dressing nicely (it’s cold she’s cold and bless your soul if you can stand to wear anything less than three layers out in this weather but she doesn’t particularly fancy hypothermia); just finds the warmest articles of clothing in the house and puts them on. Joy has to look for a while to find the medical mask her friend wears so often, trying to at least not get him sick as well. He’s a weird one, she thinks, as she puts on the mask. The mask is annoyingly uncomfortable, and she doesn’t like the way her breath sticks hot on the inside of the mask, making everything just that much more intolerable. She can’t imagine wearing it as often as he does.

The convenience store is just around the corner, and she grins when she sees Kangjoon already sitting there. She’d wave at him but moving her arms means she loses a little more body heat, so Joy settles for just walking extra fast into the shop.

“Hey! Look,” she greets, laughing, “I look like you today.” Joy pats her nose with her palm over the mask, making a face as best as she can with only her eyes. “I fell sick.”

[avtrose-blog]

♘

“I want them all.” Joy gesticulates too wildly, out of character for a girl normally so reserved, and Kangjoon looks a little surprised. She’s seen the decorations thrown about the malls and even around some of her neighbours’ flats (although really, there’s only so much you can do with a flat). This is her first ever tree and she’s going to make it the very best tree. Better than anyone else’s.

Fairy lights it is. Little gold and red baubles (the shopowner makes a joke about some children’s book she doesn’t recognise). And a metric ton of tinsel. Joy shoots Kangjoon a glare the moment he points out that her tree is like, only a foot tall because her flat is far too small to accommodate anything bigger, and she’s probably only going to be able to use less than half of those decorations on her tree, but whatever. What does he know about tree decorating. (More than her, because he’s right.)

The tree ends up all gussied up in lights and practically drooping with tinsel and shiny baubles. “It’s beautiful,” she says, smiling, when Kangjoon flips the switch and the fairy lights start to glow proper. She throws an arm around him, and there’s protesting going on on his side, but she’s pretty certain he’s smiling beneath his mask. This is great and beautiful and everything but…

“I’m still the star, though.”

[advjingoo]

“Santa’s not real! There, I said it!”

Jin Goo quickly slaps a hand over the other’s mouth andpushes him out the door. “Not in front of the kids,” he mutters before politelysmiling at the shocked children and the more offended parents. They were outdoing Christmas shopping together, and Jin Goo had only caught the end ofKangjoon’s indignant protest that Santa wasn’t real. Almost immediately, hecould almost hear the hearts of children shatter and feel the heat of the ragerising up in the parents all around them in the toy store.

It’s not until they’re both out the door that Jin Gooreleases Kangjoon with a small sigh. “Really? A store full of kids withChristmas spirit and that’s what you decide to say?” He chuckles, “Just be gladwe don’t have angry parents chasing after us.”