#dvjihoon

[dvtaemin-blog]

❄ ❛ Icetastophy .

( dvjihoon ) 

Hands tug at the hood on his hoodie. Pulling it over his head before digging his hands into the shallow pockets afterwards. His footsteps can be heard against the floor clacking away and echoing throughout the empty corridor. Thats what he wanted, silence. And when he gets to a good point he stops. Looking around for any signs of life and potential sources of getting into trouble before he can even start his ultimate prank. 

He had come up with it late last night, a grin attached to his lips as it he had the eureka moment in his head. It was simple really, to ice over the entire floor of the corridor before classes had finished and watch as people slid and slipped all over the place while he sat watching in contempt. It annoyed him that he hadn't thought of it sooner.

As he bends down, he places one gloved hand onto the floor, looking up at the projection of where the ice would go and grinning. Pulling back his hood he checks over his shoulder one last time incase someone was watching him. His grin widening as his looks confirm that there is no one about to disrupt what he was about to do and living his hand up slowly he pulls the glove off his hand. Taking a deep breath, his now bare palm is placed onto the ground. And suddenly ice shoots out from underneath where he touched, eyes watching as the ice made its way over the floor covering everything in its path and carrying along till the end of the corridor all happening quite slowly as it did. 

However his concentration is disrupted when he hears something, hand moving slightly and changing the trajectory of the ice just slightly and it heading straight towards the source of the noise.

[dvtaemin-blog]

❝ why are you doing this to me? ❞

❛ Meme prompts ; open .

When it came to the matter of picking on classmates and just people in the school in general Taemin was your go to guy. Most of the time he had been referred to as a bully. But that wasn’t the case - or at least he thought so anyway. He preferred the word troublemaker because thats what he was doing causing trouble and mischief where ever he went. Because a he hated rules and b. rules were for breaking after all. 

So it comes to no surprise when the other male before him gives the line that everyone seemed to say to him when he was up to his antics. 

And he can’t help but laugh in the others face. Not to be rude, that never was his intention but it always seemed that way. Despite his rough up bringing he picked up a few manners or two - even more so when he was taken into a rather more luxurious lifestyle where these manners were needed a lot more then on the streets. It seemed that he was already forgetting such manners at the academy. But really he didn’t care. His lips soon tugging into a grin as he leans against the wall, foot tapping on the ground to the beat the single earbud in his ear was giving. Giving the other a look of innocence almost - one he could never pull off because he wasn’t innocent so to speak. 

“I really dont know what you are on about my dear Jihoon.” biting down on his lower lip to stop from laughing once again. Because really this whole situation was too funny not too. That was until he burst out laughing. “Im sorry but you are far to easy to pick on.”

[dvxwonwoo-blog]

fun with atomic bombs.

dvjihoon

“You’re not dying.” 

This is the first thing he said when entering Jihoon’s small corner of the medical ward. And it was true, he had spoken to the nurses, all who confirmed that the young King Midas wouldn’t be succumbing to his wounds, nor was it likely for him to develop a sickness or grow a second head. The incident had its intensity, but the exposure to radiation had been brief enough, and it helped that their facility was supernaturally equipped. Today all who stalked the boy for his golden touch would breathe a sigh of relief, and Wonwoo continued to experience that uncomfortable weight of dread and guilt compressing his internal organs. He did not lie awake drowning in self-depreciation, but he did avoid close contact with all living things.

His gaze shifted from Jihoon and ghosted over the room’s contents – the caged canary in the corner didn’t sing a note (it was animated but made of glass, and he had gotten used to all the strange things ‘mutants’ could make), the succulent on the windowsill grew at alarming speeds (one of the nurses had a talent for this) and outside a gaggle of students played a made-up sport that involved broomsticks and levitation. This was everyday life at the academy: surreal experiences, and accidentally giving a classmate a radiation burn during a mandatory exercise. Even if Jihoon did sprout another head or two, he wouldn’t be surprised.

“I brought food.” He lifted a plastic bag, inside it two containers, one holding japchae and and the other ddeokbokki – neither of them made with animal products, although that was more because touching animal carcasses (and subsequently smelling them) while cooking wasn’t the least appealing, nor was he certified to be butchering anything. Wonwoo placed the bag on the end table and returned to his awkward demeanor, teetering between sticking around or returning to eluding all types of human contact. He opened his mouth to say something, but there wasn’t a coherent thing in his mind, and slowly his lips returned to creating a thin, straight line.

[xdvxseungwan-blog]

avoir le mal de quelqu’un + ljh

@dvjihoon

Friends were something Seungwan loved making. It was obvious. Sometimes people found it disgusting, other times people found it to be quite refreshing. Majority of the people who found it “disgusting” tended to be villains. It seems the villains she met didn’t seem to like anything happy or cute? Seungwan was the embodiment of happy and cute. She literally had pink sparkles floating around her with unicorns like some sort of anime. 

So of course, when she sees an old friend, she was more than excited to see them again. 

Which is probably why she was screaming at the top of her lungs at the moment. Why? Well, she spotted an old friend. Lee Jihoon, one of the kids who “tolerated” her at a younger age. In her eyes, he was still her friend. 

    [☄] ❝ Jihoon! ❞

She was like an excited puppy. If she had a tail then it would be wagging behind her at this very moment. 

    [☄] ❝ I didn’t know you would be here! Small world, right? Who knew we would both attend the same school when we grew up! ❞