#anonxjongin

[qianniesong]

anonxjongin replied to your post

James wants to build a snowman too.

No, thank you. 

[qianniesong]

anonxjongin replied to your post “Happy Birthday, Icky Vicky!”

Do you want to build a snowman?

Yes, I want to build a snowman. -nods- 

[qianniesong]

Happy Birthday, Icky Vicky!

-she made a face at the other’s choice of nicknames, scrunching her nose up in distaste- This isn’t my sour sweet sixteen, Tiny. Stop calling me that. -smiles, patting his back- But thanks! You remembered. Big brother is getting good at dates woah.

[ltxm]

I wanna live a life from a new perspective.

Mm? { ` he turns his head to where the voice is coming from to be met by the younger man } Oh, Jongin. I didn't know you were dropping by today. You want to do what? { ` he stares at the younger plainly, staring at him before he parts open his lips } Do you want my help?

[lutography]

Hyung, is the movie Hancock about you? /sniggers and rolls out/

It took me a while to figure this out.. I was like what—- pervert.

[svnkyx]

anonxjongin replied to your photo:Sunny has known the younger ever since he was...

So you did have a crush on me! Aha. Admit it, Tink. /pokes a finger to the hollow of your cheek/

{`tries to bite your finger, rolling her eyes} You would like to think that wouldn't you? Ha. Read the tags, Mr. Jongin. - v - Plus, I didn't know what regrets I have towards you so I kind of just made one up--

[qianniesong]

Red string of fate

27. Our muses are destined to provoke the [ NANOROBOT (bc we love em) ] apocalypse 

"There’s a thing called the Grey goo hypothesis…" Jongin starts, and Victoria rolls her eyes for another thirty minutes or so listening to him explain this end-of-the-world scenario involving self-replicating robots that eat up all the matter on earth. Because really, who has the time to worry about nanobots when you’ve got a sore back and a brother who won’t stop talking? "It’s highly unlikely, and besides, if they eat up everything, won’t they run out of matter to digest—"She adds, and suddenly she wishes she hadn’t opened her mouth again, thoughtless words escaping her lips only to provoke the other more. “But” he argued, humming pensively as his head rose from the encyclopedia he was skimming through. “If they were to evolve, much like we humans do, they might gain the ability to adapt to conditions that would favor survival…” Victoria frowned at the thought. Wait, she shouldn’t even be paying attention to him, Pororo was on TV. Click. The television is off, and the two go off into a nasty debate about the future of the entire human race. "Within 72 hours…every atom will become a nanobot.""Jongin, some organisms might be resistant to gray goo.""But nanobots are now and evolution might not catch up with technology—" As much as she wanted to chide him, the conversation was getting far too interesting to stop. She wanted so much to prove to him that the probability of such an event to occur might not even happen in the years they would be alive. Then again, it is interesting and utterly terrifying to think that one day, their corpses would soon walk the earth in metal skeletons, as part of an entirely different being. She wonders if somehow they would still argue in such a form. Probably not. ***The year was 2024, just ten years from that day. A decade into slipping in and out of the idol business. Victoria Song was no longer, but Song Qian, the brunette owner of a restaurant of sorts. Somewhere along the way, she found her exit and retired into a quiet life of baking biscuits and growing lettuce in her backyard. Kim Jongin was a married man at thirty, an acclaimed researcher (principal investigator if you want to get into details) for a nonprofit graduate education institute. His field of expertise? Molecular nanotechnology. Who would’ve thought a night into his books would lead to him possibly establish an era of nanotechnology. Definitely not his sister. "Jongin, I really should not." Qian narrowed her eyes at him, gawking as he pulled her into his laboratory. He shushed her, deaf to all her protesting, there was something he had to show the most disbelieving of people (at least, when it came to him.) The laboratory was spacious, enhanced by state-of-the-art fittings and technology that was far too advance for this age.  She glanced from side to side, eyeing the row of shelves mounted in a row. Some contained jars that held organisms she’s never seen before, upon closer inspection she realizes they might not be of this world. In the front lay a large experiment table, on top of it a glass case with something like torn elephant skin at the bottom. A monitor hung on the wall adjacent to it, to where Jongin pointed his finger. "Look." And there it was, on a screen huge enough Qian could see, despite the subject of it being too small to visualize by the naked eye. "Could it possibly be—" It was a nanobot, it’s body made of silicon, equipped with a film of radioactive material that fuels its activities as it devours the decaying skin on the table. It walked on two legs, and every time it took a "step" forward, Qian felt her throat run dry. "But how?""Just got it to work today." So this is the product of all those missed family dinners, late night hours into his office, and absences on his own birthday. Qian could not peel her eyes away, she stood frozen, mouth agape as she watched more of these things replicate after consumption. Finally, she turns to the younger, gaping in wide-eyed terror. “Why did you—” Jongin was about to rub a guilty hand along his bare neck when he heard the sound of glass cracking.  She shook her head in disbelief, the glass frame of the case nearly toppling over. “Do something!” she yelled. Unfortunately, he didn’t think he’d get this far so soon, so he hasn’t devised a reversal to the worst-case scenario. Scrambling on his feet, Jongin took his paperwork, that was sitting on one of the shelves, and his panicked sister out of the building. The two were mere blocks away from the lab when it crumbled, replaced by a sea of gray, much like Jongin’s descriptions from way back when. "This isn’t supposed to happen."Yeah no shit it’s not.

[svnkyx]

anonxjongin replied to your post “anonxjongin replied to your photo “Meet my friends, everyone— You guys...”

Atat ka kasi eh. Okay na sana. Sayang haha

Haha, ano ka ba okay lang yan. Sa susunod na lang- pero best talaga yung kay qian e, no doubt hahaha