#jjxjin

[jjxsunhee-blog]

jjxjin replied to your post: tiny little people

what a sick as title

sobs my imagination is zero, it was either this or “kids”

[jjxjoowon-blog]

guardian angel | jw&jin

@jjxjin

Joowon scrolls down the long list of contacts on his phone although he doesn’t really need to. All he has to do is see the last registered numbers and that specific one will be there for sure and with an impressive number of phone calls made too. The only person he talks more to is his sister and that’s because she probably calls him more often than she should - they live together for christ’s sake. 

Jin is not a conventional friend. He is all but the normal friend he has to hang out with, not even their meeting or their time together in past days was under normal circumstances so it’s only fair that Jin keeps being a circle among so many squares. The odd one out, always.

Joowon cares a little too much and worries a whole lot about the older and that’s the fun part: Jin is older than him - by a lot - because four years are sometimes an eternity when it comes to people acknowledging a new friendship and remaining in those terms. Most people who were born four years apart mention their older brother versus younger brother status, but in their case it became somehow reversed. Jin’s the oldest but it’s Joowon who calls to see if he’s okay and it’s him giving the advice, scolding him for his stupid actions and his reckless behavior. It won’t ever be the other way around and they know it. 

He waits for the other to pick up, he wants to set something and he won’t settle for a no. “Hey there.” He forgets the whole ‘hyung’ thing so there’s none to go along with his greeting and he’ll accept the little smack on the back of his head when they finally meet. “I just got to Mr. Kim’s. Our favorite menu has a twenty percent discount if you bring an extra person. Come along, I need you to be extra.” He snickers “It shouldn’t be too hard for you.” Humor, of course, it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t chase the opportunity.

[jjxtaehyun-blog]

like we did when we were young

[ CHRISTMAS EVE, 2002 ft. @jjxjin​ ]

It is close to impossible to ignore all the noise on the other side of the door.

The more Taehyun tries to shut it down, focus on his drawings, the louder his parents seem to get. He is still sitting on his bed, small legs crossed under his notebook as he presses the pencil on the paper with too much strength, eyes getting slightly blurry with tears. No crying, he tells himself. He couldn’t cry—there isn’t a reason for that as that’s how things were daily. Why would it be different—why would it ever be different?

The tip of his pencil breaks against the paper and he lifts his head, frustrated. Too frustrated, and too hurt for a nine-year-old. His long bangs make it hard for him to see anything and he pushes them to the side and looks up, at his brother, on the other side of the room.

As usual, they are stuck in the small place they shared. It isn’t hard for anyone to tell their age difference through their sides of the room. While Taehyun’s side looks childish, Daehyun’s looks more like a teenager. They always tried to manage sharing it well—not that they had a choice.

Taehyun stares at his older brother sitting across the room, looking down at something, and frowns slightly. He knows he isn’t happy there either. He wishes they could… just leave. For a child, he is too tired of all the abuse inside of what he had to call a home.

Standing up just to give the one step he had to do to get to Daehyun’s bed, he hops up and leans his side completely against the older’s, smaller arms wrapping themselves around the older’s, head resting against the side of his shoulder, as he doesn’t manage to reach it completely. That’s the best way he found to feel safe: to know his older brother is there, that he isn’t alone. He almost cries again as the shouts get louder than before, face hiding on Daehyun’s arm, the little hug on it getting tighter.

“Hyung…” he whispers, rubbing his eyes and wiping the tears that almost fell down out. “I am tired…” Taehyun continues, clearly meaning his parents fight. He grabs his older brother’s sleeve, almost begging when he says, “can’t we go outside?”

[jjxtaehyun-blog]

hands

Hands: What is your muse’s greatest regret?

Regret—a word Taehyun isn’t sure he can use for most of the things he’s done. Out of all the things he’s done (getting into drugs, being a troublemaker, getting in rehab and making everyone around him go through such a hard time), he is pretty sure his number #1 regret is being born. It isn’t like he doesn’t like being alive—though he can’t say he is glad either—but he knows fairly well how his family life used to be before he was born, how happy was the first five years of life for his older brother before everything fell apart. He doesn’t blame his birth on everything his family went through—how could he, he only started thinking about this for reals while he was in the hospital—but he feels it is partially the reason. It is just a random regret on his head, he doesn’t think about this too much... easily forgetting he ever had a family to begin with.

[jjxjungjiwon-blog]

hangout || jiwon&jin

@jjxjin

It was Jiwon’s day off from work and although a part of her just wanted to stay home and do nothing, another part of her was itching to go out and have a good time, preferably with a friend. That was when her mind jumped to Jin, who she hadn’t seen in a while and she quickly called him up, making plans for lunch and then whatever else followed. She was never strict about her schedule outside of work, so she was in no rush to figure things out all at once.

Jiwon took a shower and got herself ready and made sure to grab her phone, wallet and keys before heading out the door. She was going to get there early, something that she always tried her best to do so she decided to walk to the restaurant they had agreed to meet at, especially since the weather was nice. She stopped at a few shops along the way, greeting the familiar faces and stopping for some idle chit chat before finally reaching her destination. She checked the time and was pleased to see she was still early.

She entered the restaurant and got a table for them and waited for Jin to arrive. Jiwon pulled out her phone, playing some games as she waited and occasionally looking up at the door to see if Jin had arrived. When he finally did, she put her phone away, a smile appearing on her face. “Oppa, over here!” she said, waving at him.

[jjxtaehyun-blog]

let’s try our best to fake it

[ JAN, 2016 ft @jjxjin ]

He drags the smoke into his mouth, inhaling it slowly, distractedly feeling his lungs burning with before he lets his breath out. Routine—that’s what this is. He’s been working in Altitude for quite a while now and approved by the new manager who got around a few months ago (thank goodness), which meant he got to continue this kind of thing. Getting to the club before opening, organizing things behind the counter and leaving to smoke for a bit before continuing and watch as people entered the place in hopes for some fun for the night.

For someone who’s never been too into interacting with other human beings or being part of the night life, Taehyun’s been working pretty well. His working-self is completely different than his usual quiet mode, though he did observe his surroundings more than he should sometimes.

With the thought of another night of work, he slowly exhales, smoke leaving his lips and nose. Taehyun looks down at his cigarette, noticing it’s already at the end and sighing in pain—he only took that one out for now, as he’s trying (really hard) not to smoke as many cigarettes as he’s been used to when he moved to Jeju. No reason in particular besides being lazy to buy it—but the addiction always won over the laziness, of course.

Another drag and he presses the tip against the wall beside him before throwing it into the trash. He watches as it flies and falls right into the can, a small proud smile opening on his lips. It doesn’t matter if this is childish, he’s always been proud of himself when he gets that right.

He can hear people on queue line waiting for the club to get its doors open for them and, with a quiet inhale, he opens the side door, entering the known place. Most of the lights are still on and guiding most of the way, a thing that usually isn’t like this when the club is opened. Taehyun runs his hand through his pink hair, pushing it back slightly and feeling his bangs falling to the side, and fixes his shirt, getting the buttons closed close to his neck as per usual.

Going into the back room, he grabs a few bottles of vodka and brings them under the counter, already knowing and predicting how the night would be (pretty much like every other one). He crouches down and organizes them a bit before standing up again and feeling surprised with a few other presences in the club. It isn’t opened yet, but he notices the different and tattooed guy there, not sure if he’s seen him there before.