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( jaexjung​ )

“What are you doing here?” his tone was soft as he murmured the words, expression gentle as he approached the other from behind,  gently easing himself down beside them. “I haven’t seen you here in a long time.”

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❜❜Wait, what?❜❜ The young girl asked, almost yelling in a surprised tone. Even her face screamed  she was surprised by his words. ❜❜Are you kidding or are you serious right now?❜❜

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jaexjung:

 Had she any idea who she was talking to? Let go? Kim Jaejoong, master manipulator– she was suggesting that he give up control?

Two perfectly groomed brows knit together at the center of his forehead. A concentrated stare is directed toward the female. Everything is analyzed: facial expression, body language, possible motives for the statement.

“Remind me. What significance might my life’s choices have on a person such as yourself?”

Cold; emotion was something he was out of touch with. Jaejoong’s suspicions were sparked. What business did she have, monitoring his behavior?

Her already perturbed expression grew even more from his remark. Palm over her chest, head turning left and right as she looked at her surroundings and she stepped closer to him, waving her hand in front of his face. “You do know this is an agreement between the both of us right? That you would leave your controlling ways behind when we had a change to go out.” She was an idol and he had his work, which she never bothered to ask nor did she care. “So can you come on so we can go. I don’t have all day of freedom.” 

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AU: Vital Sins : Nara + Jaejoong

  jaexjung:

 The bandage that covered a train-track incision halfway down her abdomen began to itch. She had to sit straight, otherwise the staples felt like they would pop. Nara was fading in and out of attention; she’d heard a bleak prognosis every time they wound up at the hospital, yet the doctor’s words were all static noise until he gruffed the phrase “Organ failure,” causing her brows to knit and eyes to dart from her otherwise lifeless expression (courtesy of the anesthesia). 

    “So you mean I’m dying?” She questioned, one hand gripping Jaejoong’s for whatever comfort she could scrape off of him. She knew he hated it, but she could care less. 

    “Even if we give you transplants, the last two have been rejected by your body...Miss Jang, your kidneys won’t be the only ones giving out. We noticed malfunctions within your intestines. It simply isn’t processing.” 

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It was just a casual day in which Jimin got the sudden cravings for some snacks so he made his way to the nearest convenience store. Being there he didn’t even think twice as he also decided to buy himself two cans of sour cream pringles along with some ice cream, when his attention suddenly got caught by an suspicious male who took out the wallet from another males coat and silently but quickly made his way out of the store.  First it was that Jimin wanted to say something but then he later decided not to do so, till the guy infront of him couldn’t pay for his stuff at the counter. “Sorry to interrupt but i think that man before stole your wallet.”

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✿     The city seemed to pass in a blur as Victoria looked out the window of the subway that she was on. It wasn’t usually her method of travel, but on this particular evening, it was the quickest way for her to get home since it was already so late. Thankfully it wasn’t crowded, but still she had somehow managed to sit only a seat away from someone else. He was a nice looking man, the type that she’d probably develop a crush on and fantasize about cooking him meals to come home to after a long day. That’s just how she was, always letting her imagination and thoughts run away from her. Deciding to focus more of her attention on the weathered copy of Anna Karenina that she was reading than the stranger beside her. And that plan was working out just fine for her until the subway came to a sudden halt and it sent her book flying out of her hands. And as luck would have it, the piece of literature landed at the foot of the man she had been focusing on earlier. “Um... I uh...excuse me.” The redhead feared that she would be bothering the man by asking him if he could hand her back her book, but she also feared that going to pick it up herself would be equally as rude. “I’m sorry, I dropped my book. Could you hand it to me please?”