#complexmark

[complexjames-blog]

Aegyo. Out of all the things to do for this mission, of course he had had to get stuck with aegyo, his biggest weakness – or maybe it was a tie between dancing and aegyo, but one thing was for sure: he had no aegyo. None whatsoever. Luckily, he thought in his never ending optimism, that could help him get his targets to laugh, which would earn him points as well. With his camera already in hand, he got into the elevator with no real destination in mind, simply in search of someone he could assault with his failed attempts at aegyo, and Lady Luck just so happened to be on his side that day, for he was met with a familiar face when the doors to the elevator opened: Mark of Got7. Truthfully, James was better acquainted with Jackson, but he did know who Mark was and that he probably would not judge him too harshly for what he was about to do – or at least he hoped so. For a few short moments, he remained unmoving and silent as he mentally prepared himself, but then he cleared his throat, which was the only warning he gave before turning towards the other and lifting both hands, placing one on his cheek in an imitation of the ‘eomeona’ pose from one of Got7’s dances - as much of a cute one as he could muster -, while he held up the camera with the other. In all honesty, he probably looked more like he was imitating the famous painting ‘The Scream’, but he was trying. That had to count for something.

[aeolusboy-blog]

summer's fool.

     one: you are above a multitude of a thousand feet above and into the atmosphere. you're up so high that god can see you but he can't make way to greet you (and he worries about you, oh sehun. pushing yourself to your body's limit). but instead, your body is aching with exhaustion and your fingers are shaking against your thighs. you try to fall asleep, but the plane's engine is a savage in your ears and your eyes burn when closed. she (cute; perhaps older than you are. wears a smile that you haven't seen before, and you wonder if she's like this with everybody else, the passengers, or if you sit on a throne of specialty for her) offers you a meal, lunch, and you shake your head. you can't eat because your appetite has been stolen from you nights before. somehow, you manage to drift asleep in the clouds. it feels like a blessing.

     two: you're rushed off the plane and a bandmate distinctively tugs you along. everything is a great big haze, you feel like breaking down right then and there. exit the plane. down the hall, out of the cute stewardess' sight. things feel safe. you slide on your sunglasses, prepare your passport, phone, and earbuds. then everything hits you like a storm and you feel your insides churning. fans of all ages beckoning you, flashes everywhere, it's difficult to breathe in tight, confined spaces. you cling to the rest of your bandmates for security but they find it cute; and you just want to end it all. they won't cease to let you inhale and exhale. you wonder if you'll die just like this. you're finally outside and the world is brighter and more green. better, but not worse (and that's satisfying).

     on the van ride home, he thinks of his roommate, mark tuan, while reading the received messages.

     ( sms, taiwan ) .. no, hyung.      ( sms, taiwan ) let's go shopping together. i miss you.