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days end– cmh.

Jongin had just finished up classes for the day, the clock inching a little past five. He was hungry, but also broke, and the trek across campus to go to the cafeteria and stand in line seemed daunting. Well, daunting wasn't the right word – more so, Jongin was lazy and also craving takeout. But being broke derailed this a bit, not that Jongin was one to give up the face of an adversary. Which led him to the dorms, down the hallway to stop one door in front of his own. He knew both of the students living inside, but one was way more likely to buy him food, and so Jongin hoped he was in. 

He raised a fist to knock at the door, forehead following suit with a thump as he tried to listen for footsteps, to discern if anyone was in. "Minho?" he called out in question, contemplated pulling out his phone to call and see if he could get Minho to come back if he was out – because Jongin was tired and he wanted to sequester Minho's bed to himself, watch terrible movies, and whine until he relented and bough them both food. It was one of Jongin's favorite ways to spend a free evening. He closed his eyes, thought very pointed thoughts of 'Minho are you there? Come open the door right now. It's me. I mean it. You better.' 

It was hard to keep track of one's thoughts though, and due to the fact that they hung out together, that Minho was one of the few people who could understand him when he morphed, it meant Minho inadvertently knew a lot about Jongin. Things Jongin might not have wanted many to know. There wasn't really a way around it though – and if Jongin had to pick someone to know a plethora of his secrets without Jongin spilling them himself, he'd have probably picked Minho anyway. He was just the sort of person Jongin couldn't help but to trust. There was finally a shuffle of feet and the door creaked open to reveal a familiar face, had Jongin grinning as he knocked open the door and invited himself in. "Finally, fuck. What are you up to anyway, I'm bored." Jongin complained as he dropped down onto Minho's bed, eyes drifting to the ceiling and daydreams of takeout floating (very unsubtly) through his head.

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nightmare– kma.

Jongin had been having a few fitful nights of sleep recently. There had been a brief respite, had dreamed of the beach near his old apartment, a roll of waves that shone topaz blue in the replicated sun that hung constant and unmoving in the sky. A girl had shown up, scattered throughout his memory like a page torn out of a book. He could sort of remember her face; pretty features and a tumble of dark hair that the wind seemed to envy with how it tangled between the curious breeze. She was absent now, though. 

Not that he expected her to show, the walls surrounding him flooding with darkness in a way that seemed unnatural, physics of dreamland skewed, and tendrils of shadows were drifting up like smoke clouds around him. There was a guttural growl, the sound filtering around him like he was caught in an echo chamber. He was in his house though – his old one, the one he had grown up in. Tiny and ramshackle, the appliances outdated and the chairs scattered around the kitchen table unmatched and thrifted. It was a little different now though, warped, and the growling was starting to flood him, ring inside of his ears. He shook his head to try and escape it, but the sound seemed to rattle inside of him, until he came to the realization that he was making it. 

"Monster," joined the fray, the words bouncing disorienting around the room, and Jongin's jaw snapped in reaction, a twisted noise escaping his throat, like the backdrop of a horror movie. It was a strange scene to say the least, something eerie, confusing no doubt, for anyone peering in. Not your average nightmare of snakes, heights, or murderous clowns. It shook something deep in Jongin though, praying for the moment he would wake up in a cold sweat, heart beating rapid-fire in his chest and the sheets twisted up around his calves. Not yet though, and willing himself awake didn't seem to be giving himself any headway. 

The word continued, grew in volume, the familiar voice of his mother. He turned to run toward the door, the hallway stretching longer and longer, turned into an impossible feat of cracked tile underneath his scattered steps. A face appeared, haunting in its familiarity – the inevitable next step pooling like lead in his stomach. Deadweight that would drag him down, that he couldn't ever seem to dispel. With something of a start the hallway shrank – and Jongin lunged. He closed his eyes, tried to wish himself awake, but the sounds continued, a disjointed shriek and something reminiscent to copper playing over Jongin's tongue like a memory. He refused to open his eyes though. The word became louder. Useless. Jongin already knew he was a monster.

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bring night– ghr.

Jongin was nursing a drink, tipped it against the counter toward himself and listened to the ice rattle again the glass, hardly audible over the music playing behind him – some fresh out of high school band that was on the cusp of good, but not quite there yet. Not that Jongin had come for the ambiance, he didn't have a ton of money left in his account after he had to drastically cut his work hours to attend the school, and so the cheapest option usually became the best option. It wasn't a complete dive anyway, could have picked somewhere worse, but he was there to meet Hara and so he scaled things up just a bit, a decent bar, alright music, and the clientele seemed to mostly be comprised of college students, or young twenty something's out on dates. 

Jongin had been apprehensive about taking Hara's class at first, it wasn't something he had been planning on, the whole floating idea of a captain had sort of been thrust upon him. He was willing to pick up the slack though, and he was well suited for strategizing, for finding the chinks in the theoretical armor that his opponents wore. So the extra class he hadn't appreciated, but when he'd actually shown up and given it a chance, he decided it wasn't half bad. One of the perks was that Hara was, of course, undeniably attractive. The way she structured her class managed to keep Jongin interested though, and he liked the way that it made him think – like everything was made out of logic puzzles, but without the edge of frustration that happened when he got stuck. He'd talked to her here or there outside of class, and she wasn't too much older than him in the grand scheme of things. Hara didn't seem to mind talking to him at the very least, met up here and there, and everything transpired  to bring them together at the bar. 

He glanced up as the door creaked open once again, lifted his head in greeting when their eyes met, leaned against the bar and grinned down at her. She really did fit the whole fairy thing, funnily enough. "Should I buy you a drink, seonsaeng?" Jongin teased out, picked his own glass up off the counter and drained the last of it before he got the bartenders attention, prompted Hara into listing off what she wanted and slid some money over in exchange. "They have some real stellar music playing." he joked out in a deadpan, his brow quirking up playful as he leaned in just a little bit closer. He ended up biting the bullet, looped his arm loose around Hara's waist to guide her ahead of him toward a smaller table, dropped into the booth before he took another drink. "How have you been anyway?" Jongin asked her curious, a pause before, "you look pretty, by the way."

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return– scm.

Jongin came from a small town, a tourist trap during the peak summer months, relied heavily on the fishing industry. There wasn't a huge population there, and he spent most of his summers lifeguarding at the strip of beach where the tourists lingered, took pictures to commemorate their summer flings and “off the grid” adventure. It had been an alright gig, got Jongin some money, got to check out Seoul girls in their tiny bikinis, who apparently found his satoori endearing, and he'd been more than willing to play it up for the attention. 

It was gone now though of course, his familiar town, the summer job, the scattering of people that were fading gradually from the backdrop of his life. Replaced with faces he wasn't sure he was all that fond of. One stuck out in particular though, and it was because he blurred the lines between these two divisions in a way that he didn't remember concretely, like Jongdae. He saw him around here or there in the halls, eventually managed to puzzle together why he looked so familiar. He had been a tourist at one point, and Jongin vaguely remembered dragging him out of the water, eventually having a conversation about the best spots in Seoul to visit if Jongin ever went there. Jongin had been what, maybe seventeen? He couldn't remember entirely, but he hadn't know the guy was a mutant either. 

He wasn't entirely sure if he was even going to bring it up, if the guy remembered him too, if it even mattered that much in the long run. Jongin was generally fine to coast through his life unless something caught his interest, and he probably would have done just that if Changmin hadn't settled down on a bench across from Jongin outside of the school. Jongin tugged his eyes away from the paperback book he had nearly bent in half to glance over him, curious to see if recognition slipped into place. "It was, uh...Changmin, right?" Jongin asked him after a pause, when the other looked up at him. "I think I saved your ass once. Either that or your doppelganger." he half teased, thumb skimming the pages of his book as he shifted in place on the bench. "Lifeguard." he tacked on, to help prompt the potential memory.

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cross your fingers–bbh.kji

Jongin and Baekhyun had decided, while maybe already slightly intoxicated, that it would be a great idea to buy an absolute fuck ton of booze and cart it back to the dorm for future recreational use. The key to this plan was the box of tissues turned money that had been created by none other than one Byun Baekhyun. Jongin was more just there for emotional support and to reap the hypothetical reward. It was with this (technically counterfeit) money that the two had decided to wander into town to look for a liquor store. 

Jongin and Baekhyun were generally not a great combination. For others, mainly. But Baekhyun's power lent itself well to mischief and Jongin liked thinking up ways of getting into it. Between the two of them, things often went awry. Which was probably where they were heading on their path into town, but Jongin was filled with false confidence and the desire for free booze, so apparently the risk was worth it. Or just not factored in. "How much did you make again?" Jongin asked Baekhyun as they sought out the store, his arm slung around the smaller boy’s shoulders as he ambled. They hadn't known each other incredibly long, but their personalities had clicked. Bonded over their desire to skip class in favor of video games. 

Not to mention the fact that Baekhyun could print his own money was just really goddamn awesome. 

"We should have a party with the stock." he suggested, eyes squinting slightly as he read the names over the shops, tried to pick out something promising. Something that didn't look too high quality. He was pretty sure Baekhyun had been a little intoxicated when he'd made the money, and he wasn't entirely sure it was perfect.  But did people really look all that hard at money? Probably not. That's what he was going with anyway. "Oh, how about there?" Jongin asked him, steered himself to the right and dragged Baekhyun with him by the neck to shoulder their way into the store. "Stock up." Jongin suggested with an impish grin.

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big bad world▴bjh.kji

Jongin was having a little bit of fun with his mutation—after hiding it for so long, it was probably only natural that it started to come out now. The campus was dotted with a variety of people that he didn't really know, was watching them as he prowled around in the form of a cat. The grass tickled at the pads of his paws, whiskers flicking  as he glanced around. He saw a shock of blonde and his first reaction was that it was his friend Seulgi, so he took off in her direction, but the nearer he got he realized it was someone else entirely. As bored as he was though, Jongin decided to wander up anyway. He let out a plaintive meow as he neared, pushed himself up obnoxiously onto the girls lap and let his tail smack her in the face, as was the way of the cat. 

People acted differently around animals than people though, and the girl didn't seem intent on shooing him away, and she played along nicely when Jongin shoved his head underneath her hand in a demand to be pet. It was as nice a way to spend the afternoon as anything else, and that was how Jongin found himself sprawled out next to his newfound friend on the grass, occasionally rolling around or batting at her hand in a bid for attention. He'd been half dozing when she shifted next to him, and he twisted back onto his stomach to watch her get up. He had the intention to maybe follow, considering he wasn't doing much of anything else, but she  left her stuff behind so he decided to just flop on top of it instead to wait for her return. 

He'd spent maybe five minute lounging in the sun before he decided it might be a little more entertaining to actually have a conversation, so he sat back to morph into his actual body. His hair was in a major disarray after a little too much petting, and he attempted to comb it flat at he waited for her to make a reappearance, apparently nonplussed at how it would seem odd for a boy to be sitting near someone's things. Instead he stretched himself out, propped up on his elbows and his head turned back toward the sun. He let his head fall back when he heard the sound of someone approaching, looked at the newcomer upside down and was met with a now familiar face—let a grin stretch Cheshire across his lips in way of greeting, a teasing sort of "hello," as he waited for a reaction, to see how he ought to play out his new game.

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I Won't Ask .:Jonghyun&Key:.

He'd never liked daytime. Being an insomniac, the night was Jonghyun's favourite part of the day. To him, the moon was brighter than the sun, the stars more beautiful than the clouds. Even so, he continued his daily walk through the busy streets of Seoul, though today his destination was different. Today was his day off. Today he was meeting someone special, someone who'd quickly become important to his daily life.

He sat up shakily, his eyes round as he stared at the hole in the ground where before the land had been flat. Was it a land mine? He checked his legs in fear, sighing a great breath of relief when he realised he was in one piece. His ears were ringing, and he was still shaken. What the hell was that?

He walked to his preferred cafe, ordering "the usual"; everyone there knew him by sight. One hot chocolate and one caramel frappe, just like always. They even gave him a discount this time.

He peered over the edge of the small sized crater - more of a mess than anything else - his eyes going round in shock as he saw what was in the middle of it. A boy, no older than himself, lying there in confusion. Their eyes met and Jonghyun quickly scrambled down, doctor instinct taking over. "Are you okay?"

He pushed open the door to the magazine company, bowing to those who saw him: everyone there knew him too. Him being there was as natural as if an employee walked in. He made his way up in the glass lift to the floor he visited all the time, grinning as he strode over. Jonghyun plonked the coffee cup down on the boy's desk with a bright, dorky grin plastered on his face.

"How old are you? How did you get here...? What's your name??"

"Good morning Key~"

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Babysitterxparent AU | Jake & Alex

Jake owned a successful bar in town that offered much more than drinks, sports games on the tv, and a couple pool tables. Nearly any drink you could think of, his bar had it. Not just a couple pool tables, but an entire room of pool tables, hockey tables, and arcade games. And of course we can’t forget every man’s favorites piece of entertainment; sexy dancers.

There is one thing, however, that is more important to him than his bar, and that is his sweet little girl, Layla. It’s been just him and Layla for a couple years now ever since his wife, or rather ex-wife, split without any notice. Layla still asks when mommy is coming home, not understanding that her mother abandoned her.

A few days ago, his babysitter quit because she was moving, leaving Jake desperately searching for a babysitter that he felt safe leaving his daughter with. Then finally, he found them. Surprisingly, it was a young male, named Alex. He looked trustworthy and had experience with children. Sure, there were others that looked trustworthy, but something kept pulling him toward Alex. So he messaged him through the site and asked if they could come by and talk about giving him a job.

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