#jiji.

[pushpop]

where the why cant i ever find a good man present mic as patrick i miss that

[wannabeanother]

Good morning everyone I'm Jiyong. I'm part of a group called bigbang, I make music on my own and I'm going to spend the better part of the next two years in camo. I have a cat named Iye and I live in Seoul. I'm only half as dramatic as I look. You can find me on hangouts at coupdejiyong if you're up for a chat.

[hvseok-blog]

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He didn’t really know why they were here -- maybe it was a drunken promise or they had planned it and he had just lost his memory suddenly, but Hoseok was completely rigid as he sat inside the tattoo parlor, staring at his friend. Tattoos to Hoseok used to mean rebellion and youth, they were things his friends had gotten when their mothers had been too harsh about how many girls they were bringing around and they wanted to silently retaliate (Hoseok was not one of those troublemakers -- he was, and always had been, a one lady kind of guy.) Tattoos now were similar, but instead of retaliation to his friends’ mothers it was to their managers, his idol friends getting called out by netizens when they got ‘inappropriate’ words inked into their skin. They’d say that any publicity was good publicity, but Hoseok would frown whenever he’d see those tattoos covered up for music shows.

Tattoos made Hoseok think of the stupid smiley face made of ink and Jiyong’s bellybutton, of the pizzaball on Jiyong’s chest, and of the rumored tattoo that apparently Jiyong had gotten on a place he wasn’t sure he wanted to see, no matter how cool the tattoo could be.

“Are we gonna get something matching?” He spoke softly, unusually calm as his eyes were moving back and forth from Jiyong next to him, to the tattoo artist’s sharp, sharp needle. He wasn’t nervous, no way. “I mean, why else would we come together? Maybe we could get matching trampstamps--” He pictured it, them both tugging down the back of their jeans ever so slightly to reveal some stupid flower or something else equally embarrassing and quickly shook his head, waving his hands around to completely banish the thought. “Forget I said that. My manager is going to kill me if he finds out where I am, and I’m going to blame you.”

[hvseok-blog]

“If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?”

deep ass sentence starters

“I’ve actually thought about this before, believe it or not,” he hummed softly, leaning back against the couch with a sigh. Maybe it was the alcohol talking (they had drank a lot of alcohol already, and he wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon) or it was the fact that Hoseok felt incredibly comfortable with the older male, he couldn’t help but tell his friend what was on his mind. “You don’t think I would’ve, right? Since I’m hope, and all.” His hand, raised up in the air as he slurred through his point, swayed from side to side. His lips pursed slightly as he tried to still his hand, but to no avail. “Ah-- but no,” he mumbled, turning his head to Jiyong, who was seated next to him on the couch, “I don’t think I’d tell.”

[hvseok-blog]

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Hoseok was not one to brag about strange occurrences -- really, he wasn’t -- but he couldn’t help but pull his phone out of his pocket and dial in a number as soon as what had happened, happened. This was too strange for him to pass up talking about, and if his friend didn’t pick up his call he’d probably end up making a post on the fancafe about it, which probably wasn’t the best idea. As soon as Hoseok heard the call connect and a sluggish voice mumble something (Jiyong had probably been sleeping and was now nagging him for waking him up but he didn’t really care), Hoseok spoke, sort of yelled, into the phone.

“I’m telling you - the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag.”

What was in the bag? He was more than excited for Jiyong to ask.

[hvseok-blog]

"I had a bad day."

“I know how to fix that. I know what you need.” He hummed softly, reaching for the other’s hand to pull him into his apartment. It wasn’t often that his friend would show up at his door unannounced, but when he did, Hoseok knew it was important. And he would do whatever he could to help his friend, with whatever the problem was. “You need super special Hoseok love—I know you indirectly say you don’t need it, but trust me. It’s good stuff.

Tugging the other further into the apartment, Hoseok quickly pushed Taehwa down to sit on the couch before scurrying off around the corner, rummaging through his kitchen before he found what he was looking for. Ah—glad I didn’t finish it the other day. He reemerged into the living room with a half empty bottle of rum in one hand and a full bottle of vodka in the other. “I know you said rum was ew but this shit’s strong, which is what he need right now.”

[hvseok-blog]

hug me.

//wraps arms around you and hugs for eternity

[failed-and-broken]

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