#j-lockisawesome

[singleinseoul]

My tail whipped behind me as I ran in full speed. My wolf ears stiffen and within seconds, I crashed into a tall figure and fell backwards. "Sorry..." I mumbled (Taehyung)

Taehyung groaned softly when he was bumped into and took a moment to regain his composure before curiously gazing down at the creature in front of him. “Eh..?” 

[sxftspkn]

I walked down the streets in the dark night, my tail whipping behind me. My ears twitched at a sound of cries and when I followed it, a bloody bruised boy laid there. "Oh god are you okay?!"

"Don't touch me--" His voice was almost a scream when the stranger clattered into the alleyway, his body desperately trying to force and shove away from the shadow. He squirmed a bit, moving to roll on his stomach as if that alone would deflect the stranger, force them to go away. 

[geistdae]

j-lockisawesome​

I was busy playing away on my phone when I noticed someone towards me with an eerie feeling to him. Once I looked up, the male infront of me seem quite awkward standing there as I crooked an eyebrow. He kept looking behind him when no one was there and my eyes widen at his bizarre question. "No…but my dad was until he remarried."

"Wait, really?" Jongdae raised an eyebrow, looking the boy over from head to toe. The woman approached, eerily gliding across the street, letting cars drive through her as if it was something completely normal. 

Jongdae glanced to the left of him, frowning at the sight of her eager face. "I told you!" she gushed quietly. He sighed, "Did she perhaps die?" If there was an award for the most morbid question ever asked by a stranger on the street, Jongdae was certain he'd get it. 

[geistdae]

▲: how our muses first met

"I don’t care if he looks like your fiance, you’ve been dead over sixty years" Jongdae threw a harsh look at the woman ogling the boy across the street. She’d been following him around all day, telling stories of her life, of how she died, and of the man who killed her.

“It’s him!” She insisted. Jongdae stopped and folded his arms, “If I ask him will you please, please let me shop in peace, hm?” The woman nodded, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, a strange eerie grin on her face. He sighed and walked over. 

"I’m about to ask you a weird question, don’t ask why, you wouldn’t believe me even if I explained it." he took a deep breath, throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure the ghost was watching, "Have you ever been engaged to a woman named Hyesoo?"

[ljinki-blog]

I don't get it..

Ask Jonghyun. He has a collection of them next to his bed with some tissues and lotion.

[ljinki-blog]

Hyung..what's hentai? Jonghyun doesn't want to tells me

Son. It's when a man and woman love each other very much. So much, in fact, they record lewd acts and bad touches.

In drawing form of course.

You should never look at it. You will certainly not like it. Say no.

[zxioxn]

tagged by: ns-yoon-ji

tagging: j-lockisawesome leexjinxi hello-ruki jintoxbot

● Basics NAME: Zion Jaesung Min BIRTHDAY: January 17, 1994 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 180 cm

● Talents CAN YOU JUGGLE: No ART/SPORTS/BOTH: Sports DO YOU LIKE WRITING: Yes DO YOU LIKE DANCING: Yes DO YOU LIKE SINGING: Kinda

● Fantasizes DREAM VACATION: England DREAM GUY/GIRL:  None DREAM WEDDING: Never really thought about it DREAM PET: Dog, a husky or German shepherd  DREAM JOB: Restaurant owner

● Preferences GUYS/GIRLS/BOTH: Both EYECOLOR: Any HAIR COLOR: Any HUMOROUS/SERIOUS: Humorous TALLER/SHORTER: Shorter BIGGEST TURN OFF: Not sayin' BIGGEST TURN ON: Not sayin' this either

● Other FAVORITE ARTIST: Dok2 FAVORITE COLOR: Navy Blue LUCKY NUMBER: 7 AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-7 hours, 8 if I'm not doin' overtime A PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY: My bed LAST THING I GOOGLED: pictures of Honda Civics HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: like three TIME AND DATE AT THE MOMENT: 4:30; January 27

[yifxnn]

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It's not everyday he goes out alone despite being a celebrity with reporters stalking him, but every trip out alone isn't some sort of adventure. He hopes to have a normal day, after all, he's just walking down a block to a coffee shop. There can't be too much harm in doing even that, right?

So here he is, sitting in a secluded corner of the shop, sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, shades fogging up as he tilts his head back and downs the rest of his black. He stands, reaching over to the counter and returning the cup and saucer to the counter as he slips his long arms into his jacket, quickly making to leave because he hears the whispers now.

He sees a customer exiting, Yifan speeding his pace up a bit to catch the door before it shuts and he can leave sooner. He doesn't quite catch the door before it closes, but it's ajar nonetheless, Yifan glancing down at the source of the stopper and seeing a wallet. He stoops to pick it up, not breaking his stride as he walks from the shoppe, tailing the person who had dropped it. There's a flash from inside the store, then screams. Now they definitely know.

He quickens his pace to an almost jog, calling out subtle "Excuse me!'"s that are in vain because the person isn't turning around. He glances over his shoulder and a pile of fangirls fall to the ground. He has to move now or risk being swarmed. He turns forward, breaking into a run and snatching the person by the elbow, dragging them into an alley and behind the shelter of a dumpster, Yifan clapping a large hand over the latter's mouth to keep them quiet. "Shh." He says frantically, listening to a stampede of screams run past. Only when the squeals are in the distance, does he let go, looking at the other apologetically because he realizes how aggressive he'd been as a stranger. "I'm sorry about that," He apologizes bashfully, bowing to the other. "You dropped your wallet, and well, I didn't really want to be seen." He says, scratching his head. So much for disguising himself.