#jnthnce

[blyoeu]

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

-- Concern RP Starters // for @jnthnce​!

"Augh, it’s not that big a deal,” Byunghun huffs out as he tries again to untangle himself from the fishing net. He’s not even sure how it comes to this -- probably one of the people who bring in fishes trying to demonstrate how they throw a net -- but doesn’t care either. He just wants to get out of the net.

The embarrassment he feels is almost too much and he wants to say ‘fuck it’ to everything and just phase through the damn thing, but there’s way too many people around. The feeling of being on display frustrates him and if he isn’t so angry, he would definitely be crying. Plus he’s not ready to explain to his sorta-friend-person how he did that and risk scaring the other off. He pulls at one of the strings, trying to get it to untangle from his left leg but ends up stumbling forward instead. His arms get caught in the net when he tries to brace himself and promptly falls against the ground with loud grunt.

“... Okay, fine.”

[blyoeu]

-- @jnthnce // continuing...

He paused. Suddenly, the sleeves of the sweater he didn’t feel like wearing ( and had wrapped around his hip as a result ) felt extremely heavy. Somehow he felt as if being nice and humane with Byunghun would mean he was losing some game. If he had been cold, he was pretty sure the only condolence he would get as a result would be something like ‘hell is nice and toasty, you can warm up when you get there ’. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t used to being a bitter prune. Reluctantly, and leisurely, untying the sweater from around his frame, he thrusts it towards the body next to him. Wordlessly of course, because he could think of nothing witty to say whilst trying to be a humanitarian. Clearing his throat, he looks elsewhere in an attempt to change the subject. ❝That lady in front of us in line was a loon. Entitled old brat.❞

Byunghun speaks the comment ironically. His entire being is cold to the touch but he’s so used to it that anything else just seems foreign to him. The words aren’t meant to be taken seriously. So when he hears Jace rustling around, which successfully catches his attention, he almost metaphorically freezes on the spot. Still, he takes the sweater and holds it loosely in front of him, blinking a few times as he tries to process what happened.

It’s not every day that the two of them do something nice for the other. His lips part and he looks down at the sweater before shrugging it on over his dark purple long-sleeved shirt. The sweater is a little big on him but it’s comfortable; the material slightly scratchy beneath the pads of his tarnished fingers as he fidgets with it. But he finds himself enjoying it regardless. Even if it won't help with the chill throughout his body. 

Hearing the words that Jace speaks, Byunghun takes the hint and follows along with ease. “Can you believe some of the things she was saying? Fuck, I wanted to put her out of her misery.

[blyoeu]

-- @jnthnce // continuing...

❝There’s a baby Jesus? It’s not even Christmas.❞ Then again, did crazy Christians need a reason to randomly have clay-imitations of their so-called saviour? And did they really have to have it out ( or rather, have their dorm room open so everyone could see it ), peeping into other people’s business? He couldn’t catch a damn break at this damn school. ❝Well, I need to change. You and baby Jesus can close your eyes.❞

"Baby Jesus probably already knows all of your, ah, private matters,” he says with a snicker, eyes staring at the small figure across the hallway that’s looking in their direction. He pulls his eyes from Baby Jesus to look over at the other male with a grin. “Don’t be a virgin, hurry up and change. Or do you need help?” He says, wiggling stained fingers in Jace’s general direction. “If you wanted me in your pants, you could have just said so!”

[blyoeu]

-- @jnthnce // continuing...

❝How nice would it be to filthy stinking rich.❞ Maybe then he wouldn’t have to stare at overpriced knick knacks wishing he were. Not to mention the fact that if it were true, he wouldn’t have to be relying on his family for, well, everything. ❝Want to steal a Rolex watch with me? We could pawn it and buy a mansion on a private island. I’m super stealthy. And you’re three feet tall and thirty pounds so I’m guessing you wouldn’t make much noise, either.❞

“Fuck off,” Byunghun playfully shoves at the other male’s shoulder. “You know what. I was about to take you up on that offer, maybe even let you keep all the money. But then you just had to go and be an asshole. Besides,” he drawls out, stuffing his hand into his pocket and pulling out an expensive looking watch, “I’m already one step ahead of you.”

[sookygi-blog]

Calling @jnthnce for a starter!

Sookyung was out for a book hunt that day although she doesn’t really read that much in the first place but only had the feeling to do so once every year. There was an interesting book with creative title up on the upper shelves and apparently someone was blocking the way for her to reach it. At first she contemplated for awhile whether she should checked it out or not but then she got tired of worrying about it and reached out for it although she had broke into his personal space. “Hold on. Let me just-- Almost--”

[ofnightskiesarchived]

◤ ❝ @jnthnce​ // continued from (here.)☽ ◢

   she had only taken out six of the ten rollers that adorned her blonde hair when the sound of the doorbell flew through the house and into her ears. her body instantly leaped from her seat as she shouted “ i’ll get it! ” to anyone who had made a move towards the door. her stomach fluttered with hope that it would be him, and when she swung the door open to see him standing there she felt like she would burst. she was stopped from going to hug him when he shoved an envelope in her hands, confusion washed in with concern as she peered down to the paper in her hands. she followed his instructions and took the paper out from its confinement, reading over his words carefully. 

   a smile rose to her face, one that only grew as she read on; laughter fell from her lips at the parts she found to be too cute, and a hand released its grip from the paper to allow the tips of her fingers to gently press along her lips in shock as she reached the end. he needed her to be there, and god it’s a place she wanted to be. she read over the lines one, two, three more times to ensure that she had read it correctly; once she was sure she head she looked back up to him with a beaming smile that reached her eyes, and she stayed just like that for a short moment before lifting herself onto the tips of her toes so that her arms could move around his neck. she held him against her as if this was the last time she, and pulled back to look to him with nod. “ of course i will.. i’ll always be there. ”

[blyoeu]

"Stop kicking me!"

– cuddly / platonic-ish memes // for @jnthnce!

Byunghun isn’t quite sure he remembers why he started kicking Jace in the first place. But he is sure it is probably because he said or did something stupid. It was probably another jab at his height and though he isn’t really sensitive to those comments anymore, he still likes getting riled up over them.

It’s not like he’s all that short either. He’s perfectly average and not everyone can be giants in this lifetime – ….or the next. But it’s fun because they’re just asking for him to snap back at them.

(If only they knew what his true appearance looked like when he’s without a vessel; they won’t be joking about his height then.)

It seems like the most logical reason, an insult towards him, so he continues to kick him again and again; just like a child. Kicking the other a few times then stopping, only to start it up again. It couldn’t have been even five minutes since the starting kicking but he can’t help it. 

And it’s not like he was kicking the other male hard. Just enough to know that it was a kick but not hard enough to actually bruise the skin. Maybe if he does it enough times, a bruise would form but Byunghun doubts he’ll continue this for very much longer. He’s already growing bored of it.

Normally, Byunghun is good at keeping his limbs to himself unless it’s an actual fight but he feels like being a brat. So a brat he’ll be. He takes a step back, lifting his other foot to land another kick, this time hitting the other’s shoe; his own scuffing against the ground as he bounces away from Jace in case he kicks back.

“Say that again and see what happens, asshole,” he exclaims but there’s no real heat behind his words.

[hyungnism-blog]

&&.  jnthnce

  ‘’oh my god there is someone showering here get the hell out’’ hands   protected his little friend, widened eyes &. furrowed brows staring at   the one standing in the opening of the door. couldn’t he just get one   second of privacy for once? ‘’what are you still doing here? GET OUT’’