#jcaecus

[soomatra]

@jcaecus

“This is Kim Joonmyun. . .” 

It was a strange feeling. Being introduced to someone you have always known in your radar was absolutely funny. To Sooyoung, to say the least. 

‘Joon’ was the heir to the well-known Kim family. Of course, she was in the same surface. Hell, they were breathing the same silver-fork from the moment of birth. Both had to pursue the family business. Rich. Successful (legally and illegally for the Choi, anyway). Well-dressed. Would probably marry someone of equal social standing. 

And that’s where the arranged-marriage was set in. 

It wasn’t too obvious, but the fact that Sooyoung has to take the fall for her deceased sister now on her shoulder meant that everything she left must be for her now. It was already bad enough that the pressure building up to be good at anything since her father has always grew to favor her elder sister, until she was gone. And just like that, with no way to escape, the heirs of each respective family were suddenly ‘dating’ and before anyone can make a move, ‘engaged’. The following year was the announcement of the biggest marriage in the city.

In the eyes of the world, the two were the most richest couple to ever walk around. Her arms linked sweetly to his, gentle whispers to each other as their means to exchange observations. Joon’s well-mannered posture matched Sooyoung’s gentle one, a beautiful couple indeed. They had perfected this show for months now, it should seem like second acts. But for her, she made it hell so that Joonmyun would throw her out and they can get their parent’s will to get divorce and split the family’s money. 

She cant find the nerve to end it herself. She cant blame him. This was something he didn’t ask. Sooyoung cant find the nerve to befriend him well either as the things they both didnt ask for was forced down their throats that it was even awkward to hold a real conversation. She also avoided being close in order to keep her emotions in a cage, and that her real feelings must be kept aside before she truly falls in love. It’s only been a few months since the newlyweds are adjusting, herself weeping softly in the bathroom for hours as to why this had to be her path.

There was another event that the two must attend as husband and wife, and the fellow high-class patrons are asking when will the next Kim heir will arrive. 

“Oh dear, that would be quite miserable if Joon and I haven’t enjoyed ourselves, right sweetie?” a chuckle to tease him erupts the crowds to laughter, that fake giggles of her fitting in as her hand affectionately holds him close, the intent to showing her million-dollar ring to them. 

To let them know it was real. 

It was love. 

It was happiness. 

[wrcyter]

@jcaecus

There’s an imbalance in the air. 

Chanyeol cannot explain the feeling, can’t describe the shift that’s wrapped around him but he knows something is…off. 

Like any other night, the soldier falls asleep with his arms full of love, his sweet Joonmyeon pressed close to his chest and tucked under his chin. It’s a simple night - a night where he returns from work to a kiss from his husband and a warm meal in the dining hall. He’s bathed in warm water and fizzing salts, and put to sleep by the sweet sound of his lover’s voice. 

It’s strange to be in love with a routine so mundane, so domestic, but Chanyeol finds happiness in these times of peace. 

The last year had not been easy. Joonmyeon’s liberation from slavery and formal recognition as a citizen of the empire was met with uproar from the aristocrats around them. The army lieutenant was later shameless enough to name the former pet his partner-to-be, and that was met with even more resistance. A shame he was indeed, the center of hot gossip that traveled all the way to the throne. A disappointed king is not a wanted visit, but a required one nonetheless. 

But no matter what the housewives and high court men said, Joonmyeon in the end was still a Park. Legally bound by their supreme court and Chanyeol’s own lineage. Joon becomes Chanyeol’s legal mate, and the one to share the soldier’s home and life until death do them apart. 

Much like their nights, their mornings are spent the same, with hidden smiles and stolen kisses, fingers slipping beneath silk for soft teases. But this morning is different, and Chanyeol is awoken not by the man in his arms, but by the scent in the air. 

It goes away as fast as it goes, and he blinks sleepily, looking around before grunting softly. 

It’s the magic that drapes heavily and has soaked the walls, he knows, and he wonders if Hwasa added another rune to their walls, another spell to seal and protect their home. He hums softly for a moment, allowing his eyes to slip closed again, unaware of new life growing in his arms. 

[91cmh]

DIBIDIBIDIS MY NAME IS JOON !

준.

Joon doesn’t work like that, unfortunately. Anxiety is something so inherent, so strong in him- once it takes over, it’s there to stay. It changes everything, even down to his physical appearance. It triggers his invisibility, that is. But he’s trying not to let it get to him now; he doesn’t want to freak out this kind stranger, doesn’t want to go ham on him. There’s no easy way to explain why he suddenly vanishes from view- it’s just best that he doesn’t do it at all.

“I need a smoke,” he rasps instead, sitting down on the curb to avoid having his legs give out beneath him. Why did he have to come to the river alone and get tipsy? Getting drunk is a sure way to get emotional. Shit. “Do you have any? I need a smoke. It’ll… It’ll make me feel better.” He doesn’t carry cigarettes with him anymore, not after giving them up for his e-cig, but the effect is just not the same with the device. He wants an actual cigarette. Maybe givingh him one will comfort this guy, too. Make him feel useful.

` 최⁹¹ . Minho looked over at the stranger he happened to have met so suddenly, not looking too hot. Even though he didn’t know this person, the way he seemed had Minho concerned enough to want to comfort him; was it dangerous? Absolutely. Did that bother Minho? Not even a little.

“ Hey, be careful blinked as the other took to the curb, almost reaching out to grab him, mistaking him for falling, though he had seated himself there, leaving Minho following him loyally to his side, head tilting down at the other; he smelt of alcohol, but that was probably way too easy of a conclusion. “ A smoke? “ he repeated, staring for a moment as he thought before he reached to pull his bag from his back; he actually did carry around a packet of cigarettes. Now, he never used to smoke, not before his movie premiere where his character had to smoke; he couldn’t stop smoking after recording for a month and a half. It was too addictive. 

Usually when others smoked, he advised them not to, but he knew the struggle himself, and it wasn’t easy to quit. “ Here, you can have these, I don’t need them anymore, “ he said, giving the other an almost full packed of smokes, save for the ones he had months ago. Probably good to let go of them, anyways; was it bad to pass them off to another knowing they were bad? He wondered, suddenly.

“ Can I get you some water too? There’s a convenience store over there, I think you need to clear your head a little, my friend. “

[kingpvns]

"Appa, if you could be an animal, any animal, which one would you be? I think I would be a bat because bats have wings like you, appa! It would be so cool to be able to fly!" -joonie [because I refuse to let this go]

“hmm,” the angel drawls dramatically, if only for the toddler’s sake, “if appa could be any animal, i think i’d like to be a dolphin! wanna know why?” he grins as he leans in to tickle the cherubic toddler currently perched on his lap as they sat in the middle of the living room floor, “because it’s hard for appa to go swimming with his wings. they get really wet really easily, and then they become heavy, and that’s no fun. i know how much you like appa’s wings, so i keep them out just for you, but if we ever go to the beach or the swimming pool, appa has to put them away.” a makeshift frown spreads across his lips, and the tip of a feather ghosts along joon’s jawline gingerly. inael smiles wholeheartedly and gathers the toddler up into his arms easily with a bear hug, yelling playfully as he tickles the squealing toddler. “but you can always fly with appa! i’ll fly you any and everywhere you want, joonie.”

[kingpvns]

"You still holding out for an apology?" -Yeongkwang

••• saga edition pt. 05 ••• for @jcaecus••• featuring IAN.

“and if i were to say i was, what then?” the younger glances up from where his eyes had previously been glued to his phone screen, having accidentally run into the other upon the adjournment of one of his routine biweekly meetings. it’s not often that ian meets someone who can hold his own in a conversation or even general interests with him, and he believes it’s in part due to the similarities they share ( and not to mention the fact that he’s forced to call the elder hyung no matter how foreign the word feels on his tongue ). even so, yeongkwang was of a different breed, and if ian looked up to him, well, no one had to know.

“all i’m saying is that you completely ruined not one, not two, but three of my business proposals when you took my laptop and shut everything down without looking at the background programs running, i have backups, but that’s not the point,” he huffs, adjusting his cufflinks as he makes to slide past the other in an uncharacteristically petulant display of annoyance. “if you’re here to say your apologies, then i suggest you do so within the next three minutes, because i’ve got somewhere to be. otherwise, i’ll continue to proceed with the current progression of things, which includes ignoring you until i get that apology.” ian steps around the other, an air of finality in his tone as he looks back and claps a hand on the elder’s shoulder briefly, “oh, and you’re buying dinner tonight. hyung.”

[jongdangel-archive]

Ahjussi... the storm is scary, I don't want to sleep alone.

“Joonie,” the angel gives a soft smile, twisting over in his bed to see the toddler standing there with his blanket and one of the stuffed animals he’d gotten for Christmas a year ago. “Come up here.” He sits up and hauls the four year old up easily, settling him on his lap and reaching a hand up to brush the fringe from his forehead. He’s pretty sure Joon’s long overdue for a haircut, but they’ll get to that tomorrow. “You’ll never have to sleep alone so long as I’m here, and you know you’re always free to come to bed with us, right? C’mon,” he grins, lifting the smaller to settle him in between the angel and the star, and in a small burst of Grace, he unfurls his wings and envelops the child in their warmth. “Sleep now, and don’t worry about a thing.

“I’ll always be here to protect you. Always.”

[wrcyter]

“Where were you?! Tell me?”

alternative universe angst starters

about that lesbian au we have been talking about 

“How many times do I have to tell you? I was out shooting,” Chanyeol says, an annoyed expression on her face as she walks past Joon, their shoulders colliding with her movements. 

It’s the third night of this, and Chanyeol is fed up, throwing her things at the living room couch. 

“Is it going to be the same thing every week?” She continues on, shaking her head as she removes her jacket. “We’ve lived together for so long, and you’re finding it hard to trust me now?” 

[occisvr-blog]

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

protective sentence starters ( accepting )

   “ do you want me to GO AWAY then, hyung? “ there’s a bit of a an annoyance to jongin’s tone as he sits beside joon, eyes slanting sideways for a moment before the boy looks back at the people entering the shop. he doesn’t like LOUD noises, especially sudden ones like confetti popping free or fireworks. unknown to most, jongin hates thunderstorms simply because of the unpredictable thunder crashes. “ who knows when they’ll shoot off more confetti. “