#imseojinxmi

[mixhaha-blog]

❝ I’m not attached, I’m just comfortable with what I’m familiar to. ❞

@imseojinxmi

“Which is money…” Dong Hoon pointed to the man. “I can tell..look at you..you are wearing a suit that looks like he was made by the royal tailor–”

[mixdoyoung]

❝ How long has it been since you last spoke to them? ❞

Sentence Starters || Open

( In which Doyoung’s been hired to photograph Mr. Im for a magazine interview when an unexpected question is sprung after the fact? )

“I– Why the sudden question sir?” 

Regardless, it was still a question to ponder. When was the last time he spoke to them?

His parents. 

“I’m… not sure…” He can’t remember the last time. How long has it been since then? When was their last phone call? When did he last visit them? Surely it hadn’t been that long.

Yet the closest memory he had of them was that of the day he’d graduated High School – also the day he’d moved out, unexpectedly – and that memory… wasn’t a particularly pleasant one. It wasn’t a bad one. But not pleasant either. For a memory so faint, the image of them looking absolutely crushed, tears welling up in mom’s eyes as he drops the bomb on them. “So, I’m eighteen now, graduated. Guess I’ll be shipping myself out then.”

They’d laughed at first, until they realised he wasn’t joking. 

He’s not a bad son. He still cares for his parents. He didn’t ask them for money to move out – he did so with his own money. He mails back an allowance to them every first week of the month too. One envelope for mom, one for dad. He’s still a filial son.

Then why does he feel so guilty?

( Because he is, was s e l f i s h. Because he was h e a r t l e s s. And he knows it )

“Been awhile I guess?” He chuckles, the placid smile masking his conflicting thoughts. “Does that make me a bad son?” 

( Say no. Tell me, “No.” )

[mixjaebum-blog]

❝ You were bullied? What for? ❞

He blinks. Did his father not face this when he was a child? “For being your kid. For being the rich, spoiled kid. Because all rich kids are spoiled.” He rolls his eyes at that. “It’s not like I was bullied for long.” His father knew that all too well, having been called in a few times even because Jaebum had been fighting at school. 

[mixjaebum-blog]

[ ✉ ] Are you okay? [ ✉ ] Your mother and I have both tried to call you multiple times. Please answer us.

[text ⇢ Im Seo Jin] I’m fine, nothing’s wrong. [text ⇢ Im Seo Jin] My phone just died last night. I left my charger at home.  

[mixjaebum-blog]

[ ✉ ] This is a terrible idea... [ ✉ ] What were you thinking?

(tbh this probably gets replied to 3 days later) 

[text⇢ Im Seo Jin] It’s not like I can do anything about it now. 

[mijaehyung-blog]

business contract

@imseojinxmi

yawning, jaehyung glances over at his clock, blinking as he tries to read the numbers from afar. yeah... it was blurry but he could make it that it was around half past some form of hour- just which one. he puts his hand out onto the small nightstand he has near his desk, groping around for his phone and glasses. when he finds his phone, he puts it on his pillow and continues to feel around for his glasses. when he finds them, he feels a lot more at ease. he pops them on and immediately becomes disappointed at the time.

ten thirty-nine. in the morning.

why did his body hate him like this? well, apparently since he hwas awake he might as well try to do something. curiously, he starts going through his messages and emails. there are some with “claims” of offering him a job yet that email name is oddly vague for someone who wants his help. yawning, he scrolls through a few more until he blinks. he sees what looks like to be a fancy sort of email. he reads through it a few times.

this person actually wants to meet him, face to face... today?!

oh fuck, it’s like almost eleven and this guy wants to meet him at twelve. scrambling, jae throws off the covers on his bed and begins running around crazily trying to and get dressed in an efficient manner. he settles with a pair of black skinny jeans, a gray hoodie and a black leather jacket. he grabs his phone, a banana and hits the buttons on his automatic lock he just had installed (yay thanks landlady) and bolts out the door.

the next fourty minutes is spent with him on a subway glaring at some older woman who’s glaring at him for taking a seat. he’s sure that if this stare contest continued, someone would have lost an eye.

by the time he arrives at this company, he’s certainly floored, to say the least. and he’s five minutes early (kind of). he wanders inside and is told by reception he has to wait, even though he has an appointment.

so wait he does by scrolling around on reddit and the korea herald until someone greets him again.