#celchangjo

[celxruki-blog]

[text] I hate my life right now about as much as Robert Pattinson hates Twilight.

[sms: smaller jonghyun] Wait[sms: smaller jonghyun] You’re the kid that sells those bags right?[sms: smaller jonghyun] Did the police bust down your weed scam?[sms: smaller jonghyun] Or wait[sms: smaller jonghyun] Were you selling weed or cocaine?[sms: smaller jonghyun] Either way are you at the police station or something?

[notcelxamber-blog]

— payback❞ amber && changjo

It was already past midnight. Usually, AJ would go straight home after her shift but this day was different, she wasn’t going to her usual route to her home, instead she was going into the other way, and why is that so? She was actually following someone secretly. Pushing her way through the crowd, her eyes not leaving the trail of a certain guy, that guy. Not just any guy, the guy she was following was a part of her past, she was very sure of it. He was the same guy he had encountered before, he tricked her, imprisoned her and tortured her, she could still remember that day, and his face clearly brings everything back, the pain and the suffering she had a few years ago. 

The guy was a little sober, maybe that’s why he did not recognized AJ while she was serving the drinks, or maybe because she dyed her hair blonde and she looked rather different today. Why was she following the guy anyway? It’s pretty simple, she wanted revenge. She haven’t planned anything yet, but she’s surely gonna make the guy suffer the same as to how she did back then. After a few turns into some alleyway, the guy went inside a certain apartment around the block, the guy constantly looked back and AJ had to hide behind the trash bin or the wall, and thank god for the alcohol, she seemed unnoticed by the guy. She was now hiding behind a trash bin nearby, her eyes still staring at the door, the guy was already gone, but she was still there, staring. 

Is it the right time to barge in and attack, or should she still think it over, she wasn’t so sure what to do next. Upon being all busy with her thoughts -- there was an interruption, a noise not too far away from her. “Who the fuck--” she quickly bent her knees down, her head turning from left to right, having a quick look around. “Who’s there--”

[celxjongsuk-blog]

❝HARDER TO BREATHE❞ ϟ C&J

An electronic entry sound chirmed when he silently stepped into the next grocery store, the smell of plastic and cleanser seeping through his nostrils. The white floor was almost blinding his eyes and for a moment, he feared that his shoes might taint the linoleum. Faintly, he could hear the tune to one of the latest songs, giving the otherwise so bald space a lively atmosphere. Jongsuk's gaze fell on the different isles with their products neatly stacked, wondering in which direction he should go to find what he was looking for. His shopping list wasn't long, just like the time he wanted to spend in this shop as he had a case to work on. Not being able to finish his work at his workplace, he decided to read through a pile of papers at home, doing a night shift wherefore he needed one thing: coffein. Long legs lead him towards the bakery section until he stopped in front of a shelf filled with different kinds of coffee. Instant, beans, cups, pads - the choice was wide but apparently not wide enough as his favourite coffee was sold out. Funny, he thought, as so many companies sell their 'premium' coffee, though, in the end, they all didn't taste close to what great coffee tasted like in a coffee shop. Not that he was an expert. With a displeased face, he picked up a different one in the same price range and made his way to the checkout, putting the jar on the conveyor belt, fingers holding onto his wallet as he was ready to pay, ready to leave.

[devilxgyu]

You’re In My Neck of The Woods - Sungkyu & Changjo

Sungkyu made it a point not to take the same route to his little bunker; built with his own two hands or at least with his power at not a little exhausting effort. Having to build another one when this one was so convenient would be an annoyance and it just was easier in the long run to take a different path. 

He’d found this unlikely section of woods by accident when he was roaming around looking for a little extra privacy. There were just some things he couldn’t very well do in his pricy apartment without inciting gossip or worse too much interest from cops and other unfriendlies. 

As best he could figure, when buildings had been built all around this bit of scrubland; it had been closed off and every one had forgotten about it. That was fine with Sungkyu. He’d bought it, taken steps to make sure that all paperwork about it had been removed from the registrar’s and city records offices. For all intents and purposes, it didn’t exist. Except to him and any unfortunate guests of course.

This area was laced with silicates of all kinds, crystals his power could work on. He’d used his power to dig a hole about 10 feet deep, then poured a concrete shell to fill in the bottom somewhat crudely, leaving about a foot of drainage. By the time he was done with his guests there wasn’t much left but it was good to have a way to drain for what there was and a little blood meal was supposed to be good for plants. 

Lacing more concrete with an extra dose of high quality sand allowed him to easily build the bunker he wanted, a concrete slab on the lowest level with a viewing area with a few steps up to the ground level entry. Now he was advancing at an angle through the trees, ambling along as if just exploring. He wore an old canvas backpack on his back, head shaded by an equally worn snapback. A low hum accompanied his slow stroll and he gave a scraggly tree a whack with a tree branch ever so often.

A few moments later he paused, sensing a dark aura approaching. He did so hate being disturbed. He waited, making a show of getting some water out of his bag, thick with ice chips that he sipped from.