#joenjnvg

[gvssamer]

[ sms : monster🍆guk ]      ↳ when I said take your “time” and meet me at the studio, I didn’t mean take 4 hours.

[ sms : monster🍆guk ]    ↳ I swear to ALL THINGS FUCKING UNHOLY I WILL WORK YOUR HARDER THAN A MULE IF YOUR ASS ISN’T HERE IN THE NEXT 20 MINUTES 

[ sms : monster🍆guk ]    ↳ but, also, did you get my green tea I asked for ---

      iphone is held within his grasp, tight hold loosening as back presses itself to cool surface of mirror walling, his breathing hot, short puffs of air, locks already damped with hard earned sweat. He probably should have waited to run through routine (for the fifth time), but a side of him that screamed for perfection wasn’t having it. Not when it’d proved so hard to nail that final move of choreography, something that had he not indulged in such repetition of steps it would have ate at him all night; keeping mind aware of said mistake through out night and into wee hours of morning. There is a burn in his lungs, aching wheeze that comes occasionally behind facemask he adorns, such a cute an delicate design, hand picked out despite his otherwise intimidating demeanor. Jaxon wasn’t one to be ashamed of his own tastes nor grow bashful over petty details that others might decided to pick upon. Male having learned long ago that cruel words held no meaning when tossed to a brick wall. 

    He also wasn't type to simply ditch practice hours due to a sickness. It wasn’t as if he were dying and rest could wait until bone ached and body could take no more. Besides, he needed to get out of loft, the big and otherwise spacious interior seeming too confined and overbearing as of late -- a place he didn’t always desire to stay inside of constantly. It was partially reason why he’d called this ‘emergency’ practice between himself and previous dance partner, someone he hadn’t dabbled in said art with in what seemed like too long, at least for his tastes. Laying down to his side now, music continues to blare from speakers, resounding in sound proof room, echoing off walls as he goes through sent messages and a few recently downloaded apps in order to pass time until younger male would make his entrance. 

    There is a part of his mind that comprehends the inconsideration of his last minute decision to have Guk come from his own home to studio without explanation aside a message sent four hours ago in all caps telling younger to get his ass there or face consequences -- soon following his newest bout messages he’d sent five minutes ago. Yet, the more lingering and selfish part of his brain seems to take control more often that not, leading him into rather hasty and ‘dick-move’ like situations. Impatience was a trait of Jaxon’s, at least when it came to gaining something from outcome. 

   In this case, he wanted to indulge in something he enjoyed, dance, but despite relishing the sense of solace that he gained in studio, there was a part of him that had longed for more company. Hence his immediate desire to gain attention from one person who loved dance as much as himself, the only issue being fact Jaxon had not kept in mind younger might have other plans than entertaining him. A sadly drawn conclusion, alas, it wasn’t as if people were toys for him to keep, even if he wish sometimes it could be as such -- a much more twisted part of him peeking from back of his mind.

@joenjnvg​  ; starter

[hwangsia]

❝ just stopping by to say, that you're amazing noona. ❞

     Her lips immediately formed a smile upon hearing these words come from the younger boy, hand reaching out to ruffle his hair in a gentle manner. Sophie wasn’t used to hear things like this randomly, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t happy nor excited to hear them. After all, even a person who didn’t expect something nice, was thankful for every kind word they would receive. “ Am I, really? Well thank you, but what exactly made you think that? I think I should know why exactly I am being called amazing, no? Is it because I let you steal my snacks~? “ She was just teasing, of course.

( @joenjnvg. )

[spncerz-blog]

{ / comes in here with some chocolates. }

“I should make an announcement, my first gift -- I feel the love.”

[bangyeong]

@joenjnvg continuation from here

—  ♡. the male tilted his head slightly as he tried to figure out what the woman may have meant; before a light bulb was blinking in his brain, giving him the idea of what that one specific smile may have been. yet, he played clueless and feigned innocence at expert skills.   ❝   eh   —   this one   ??   ❞   once asked, his smile grew a bit wider which caused ends of eyes to crinkle and almost disappear, while nose naturally also scrunched upwards; basically having his whole expression flash a view of brightness.

even though she had been somewhat dissing him, he didn’t take it to heart, he only did the opposite and teased chaeyeong about it a bit further.   ❝   puddings taste good, so   …  i’ll take it.   ❞   and now there was a cheeky grin back to his features, instead of the fake innocence.

With a blank expression, her dark hues were studying his features, already the feeling of regret hitting her body after mentioning his infamous smile. She didn't want to see it. She didn't want to reach for his cheeks and squish them. Her nose scrunched up as soon as the named smile tugged onto his lips after hearing his question. Fingers pressed subtly into a fist and she opened her hand again to reach for his face, not to squish his cheeks but to push his face slightly. ❛Like I said, a disgusting pudding.❜ Lies. He looked cute. She was just bad at admitting it out loud.

Briskly, Chaeyeong shook her head to show her disagreement. ❛Not all. Ah, we should one day taste every pudding to prove you wrong. Dark chocolate ones? They're bad.❜ And that was only because of the fact she absolutely hated dark chocolate.

[bangyeong]

@joenjnvg is a dumbass indeed

It was rare to see her dance choreographies which required more attention than singing, but it didn't mean she wasn't good at them. Before starting the busy trainee life, Chaeyeong attended to dance classes after school, learned the basic hip-hop moves and from the basic dance, she moved to harder ones after her body learned to dance according to the beat of the music and became more flexible. Her learning continued when she became a trainee, learned different types of choreographies to see which would fit perfectly with her style, but as soon as she changed the company and her debut was getting closer, somehow everything she learned was forgotten when she needed to focus more on her singing. To this day, she has never really shown her potential dancing skills despite getting the position of the main dancer of her former group, but still, with a hopeful mind, she was dancing to some harder choreographies during her free time if she would ever have the chance to showcase her skills and amaze everyone with them. 

Undeniably, there were some nervous butterflies in her stomach, when she stepped her foot in the dance studio. The day has come; she was actually going to practice for a choreography which required more than basic skills. Was she nervous about it? Yes. She was going to put sneakers on, not dance with heels.  But was she excited about it? Hell yes. She was finally able to prove she knew more moves than basic ones. 

        ❛Your favorite girl has arrived!❜ A phrase she has started to use whenever arriving at his house or spending time with him; just for the sake to see his reaction and hearing his laugh. Chaeyeong was also hiding the nervousness in her. It has been a long time since she has danced with a male and there she was, going to practice with him and in the near future, people were going to see it, judge their performance. At least, she was able to do what she has wanted to do for a long time and spend time with him.

[spoiledsovls]

“i just want to help you relax.”

♡ANGSTY/SUGGESTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS♡  ( x )

“how can i relax? my fuckin’ pup is out there somewhere an’ you’re tellin’ me to relax?” she’s shaking her leg, feeling her elbow go up and down while her chin was placed on top of her palm. “fuck man, oh my fuckin’ god. how the hell did i jus’ leave the goddamned door open? jesus fuckin’ christ, this is all my fault. my poor sangchoo-- fuck! fuck, fuck oh god.” she stands up, starting to pace back and forth to try to think of places where he would end up in. her puppy wasn’t really much of an outside dog, though she claimed that he was smart. if he could track her scent.. the smell of their house.. then he would be able to go home, right? but it had been hours since that assumption and the sun was setting. 

meanwhile, she had set up his bowl with food and water for when he came back. it was around his dinner time and he still wasn’t there. every second that went by had hyejung’s stomach in twists. what if someone had run him over? her dog was one of her favorite companions and she’s had him ever since she was younger. “once he comes back, then i’ll relax.”