I’m sure everyone is tired of hearing about our residential disaster couple, The Try hard & Mr. Enigma. Turns out there’s more than payback and bad blood between them! A little birdy told me that they’ve been getting down and dirty again? The Devil himself seems to have taken an interest… Jealousy can be a strong motivator for say, arson? I wonder who Mr. Enigma feels more lust for, place your bets now! Good luck on his newest toy, hope AOMG doesn’t go up in flames this time.
- Anonymous
( 3 comments )
#1: seems like the true try-hard is the one who sent this in, you think people would believe anything of jongin just bc of his reputation? and you're right, no-one gives a flying fuck about those two, take your pathetic rumors and leave
#2: does your little birdy also know what year it is? get over it, they're fucking
#3: #1 such boisterous response tsk tsk, are you jealous or something?
The sensation which seems to be the utmost euphoria and rapture (possibly with a tiny dose of mania thrown into the mix) doesn’t dissolve when he lackadaisically leans back in the leather chair, gently sinking into its easing softness. Breathing in deeply, he unhurriedly puts his hands behind his head and admiration flares in his pupils whilst his look carefully embraces the office. His office. It’s abstract, almost. The sole sound of the word office used to awake aversion inside him, reminding him of the stark rooms his parents spent half of their lives in, but now it gives him the opposite feeling.
He hums a joyous tune under his breath, enjoying the clock’s rhythmical ticking before it’s disturbed by tedious buzzing emitted by his phone resting on the mahogany desk. Sending its lightened screen a vexed scowl, he involuntary stretches his arm towards it, barely reaching the mobile with his fingertips. Pulling the device closer, a low groan escapes his mouth when he finally grabs a firm hold of it and discerns what application dared to shamelessly derange the quiet and tranquil moment he was taking an enormous delight in. Deadlock, long time no see. And he hopes the blast doesn’t involve him, but it does. However, his name ends up next to Jongin’s and Yoongi’s. The latter isn’t much of a surprise, given their past and also painfully present affairs, yet what does the embodiment of trouble and all things sinister has to do with it?
His eyebrows rapidly shift upwards in curiosity, his cheeks become flushed and then a roar of laughter is set free. This is delusional and damn amusing — Jongin is the last person he would ever suspect of being jealous of him, let alone assume he would ever go as far as to burn Magok down to ashes due to it. On a regular basis he’s undoubtedly busy with way more absorbing things than that. But Jiyong entertains the thought and his jolly mood returns double-barrelled, chiefly at the sight of the cropping up question about whom he harbors more lust for. That one’s debatable.
He probably shouldn’t be so chipper, considering that this issue might continue to sprout and well... What if he’s ought to check the smoke alarms at AOMG first?
The lights are flashing. The music is loud. Every other noise is drowned out by the boxes’ heavy bass. Yixing is not usually a fan of this type of music - damaging to the ears and all that - but tonight he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s just spent about two full hours dancing, moving to the rhythm, moving along with people siding up to him, moving just so he wouldn’t have to do anything that even remotely resembles thinking. Because thinking ruins a person, and Yixing is not going to be ruined. Not tonight.
It’s November. A month that should be cancelled. Erased from the entire timeline of every year in existence. Much like the way his capabilities for thinking straight are slowly being taken from him with ever new glass of alcohol he pours down his throat. He’s smart enough not to start mixing, but aside from that he’s not paying much more attention to whatever he’s pouring down his throat - or how many. Tonight is for forgetting. Forgetting the entirety of November and all its horrible qualities.
He turns around and leans back against the bar, looking out into the club to take in the play of lights and people dancing. Bodies move, the scent of alcohol, sweat and cigarette smoke has long mixed together into an almost repulsive blend, but after hours in the middle of it Yixing doesn’t even notice the smell anymore. Probably he will in the morning, when he wakes up and even his hair still smells like it, but not tonight. Not tonight.
There is nothing that can bother him tonight. Because he’s past the point of bothering. Past the point of feeling anything other than a complete and total apathy for the world and everything inside of it. Which includes the people currently around him. Pouring yet another glass down his throat in one go, he places the glass back down on the bar with a rather messy movement, before pushing himself upright again and starting for the dance floor once more.
Dancing is still his way out. After all these years it is the one thing that has never changed. And when Yixing dances, he’s in an entirely different state of mind. Confident, daring, tempting and teasing all at once. Nothing left of the shy boy he used to be in high school, nothing left of the businessman he is in his day to day life. Only the performer survives, and the performer lives to put on a show for the entire world to see. A show Yixing can lose himself in, so he doesn’t have to think. His mind lost in a frenzy.
it’s the second to the last day of the trip and all seunghyun wants in the world right now is some goddamn alone time. he’s been followed around by camera crews and his tentmates, and then there’s the issue of him living so damn close to every enemy in high school he’s ever had. he tries not to make eye-contact with them, but how is he supposed to avoid them entirely when they are sleeping and eating and breathing just a few meters away from him? it’s hard to pretend things are fine, and even harder to do it under the watchful gaze of the television lens.
he feels like he’s going to explode soon—he’s never been able to handle stress very well.
but still, at least he’s managed to find a few minutes away from everyone else, a few seconds just to himself where he can smoke a cigarette without feeling guilty and let himself just embrace the overwhelming quiet of the atmosphere out here. he stands off to the edge of the woods, about a hill and a half away from the campsite where he can still see everything but from a good distance. he’s begun to think for the last day and a half that this trip might actually have been enjoyable had he been out here without the others. maybe he ought to come back soon, just to chill alone for a while, no friends or fake friends or camera flashes.
he drags in on the tobacco, closing his eyes for a long moment, letting the serenity surround him.
“got a light?” asks a voice just behind him.
without really thinking about it, seunghyun pulls out his lighter, his baseline need to be nice to others taking president over any other feelings of annoyance or frustration that his peace has been interrupted. he turns and holds the lighter up and out towards—
kim fucking jongin.
seunghyun is frozen for a moment, paralyzed entirely except the ability to merely blink once, his whole brain grinding to an absolute halt as their eyes meet; seunghyun’s wide, deer-in-the-headlights aesthetic meeting jongin’s, half-lidded and calm. they stand just a few feet away from each other, but seunghyun can already feel a heat in the air, some sort of toxic radiation from his younger half-brother and to say he was scared of the shorter male would be an understatement. he’s seen what jongin can do, what he has done, what he’s capable of--and anyone who’s seen that should be scared of him.
his blood runs cold before racing through his veins like it’s a competition and he struggles for a moment to force air into his lungs. jongin is everything seunghyun hated about high school, every torment, every nightmare. younger than him by two years, jongin has managed far more intense feats than seunghyun even wants to try for. he’s heard all the stories, all the rumors, all the snide remarks and evil plans. he’s personally witnessed jongin beating people until his knuckles and his clothes are bloody, giant grin on his face, insanity lurking in the corners of his eyes.
he takes a step forward and seunghyun wants to shrink back, but he doesn’t. maybe it’s the fear rooting him in place or maybe it’s his body reminding him that if you run from a rottweiler, they feel more compelled to chase you. he stands his ground though, his figure unmoving even though the worry is very apparent on his face, while jongin comes up and casually takes the lighter from his hand, holding the flame up to his own cigarette before breathing it in.
“i uh… i’m surprised.” seunghyun finds his voice, even though it’s a bit too breathy. “don’t you usually light your cigarettes with hellfire or something?”
he’s not sure why he’s just made that joke, but jongin does turn to him and give a half-grin anyway. although, knowing jongin, that still might not be such a good thing. “usually i do, over a bonfire of my enemies’ corpses.” he tosses the lighter back to seunghyun, who catches it without dropping his eyes from the other. it’s a joke... right? just him bolstering up his own reputation of course...
for an awkwardly long while, neither of them speak. seunghyun does his best not to creepily stare at the other, pinning his eyes to the ground while jongin looks out over the view of the camp, everything seeming much smaller and more manageable from this distance. they both sip on their cigarettes and listen to the bugs and the birds around them. he doesn’t know what to say or how to break the ice—isn’t sure whether this is jongin making some kind of peace or effort to reach out to him, and whether or not seunghyun will reciprocate it. he hadn’t let him come to their father’s funeral, which had been a heavy blow. seunghyun isn’t sure he wants to accept any sort olive branch from someone so selfish. but then jongin speaks and the confusion ends abruptly.
“so i know we all hate gossip girl, and some of us more than others, but she does on occasion make some interesting points and the reason i’m here right now, forcing myself to breathe the same air as you, is because i just want to make sure that one particular point she’s made recently is wholly and entirely false. and i want to be clear about this, i’m not doing this out of some grand gesture to check up on you or anyone, this is merely me reminding you where the line is between what you can have and what you cannot have.”
“what?” seunghyun squints. “what are you talking about?” honestly, the sheer audacity--
“sehun,” he turns his head and looks directly into seunghyun’s eyes. “you’re not fucking him, are you?”
“I—what?” the world stops. it could collide with a meteorite right about now and seunghyun wouldn’t be able to notice.
“see the post said he seemed unhappy about you getting engaged to little miss park and while i thought it was hilarious, i’ve got to wonder why.”
seunghyun feels stuck like a bug, motionless and bleeding somewhere he can’t see. revealing his relationship ( or dysfunctional mess ) with sehun to anyone would be disastrous, especially to jongin. if sehun, the devil’s own best friend, is scared of him and what he might do.... “i, i don’t… that’s not anything to do with me—that, he might have just been upset because of sooyoung…” and then he winces because it sounds like he is trying to shift blame onto one of his oldest friends. he doesn’t want to put her in the warpath of someone like jongin.
but his little brother is shaking his head, his eyes glowing eerily, the corner of his lips tilted upwards. “you and i both know sehun’s preferences don’t swing that way.”
seunghyun gulps. he tries to think of something to say but nothing comes. his brain is full of broken gears that refuse to turn. his throat starts closing up.
“alright let me make this clearer for you,” jongin sniffs, breathing in the smoke and shifting entirely to look straight at the other. “i’m doing you this as a favor, actually, given the fact that you don’t really know who he is or what he’s done. see, me and my people are sharks, we own the ocean, we’re apex predators. and you always have been and always will be just a whale…” seunghyun winces a bit at the old insult that followed him around through his years at cheongnam. “you don’t belong with us.”
being insulted like this, using that old nickname once again to make him feel inferior, actually bolsters something inside seunghyun, catching alight like a pyre. his eyebrows thread together in a glare that sharpens as jongin steps closer to him. he wants to tell him to fuck off, even with how unwise that is, but he has to think about sehun in this equation as well. there’s a reason sehun always has to pick on him in public, there’s a reason they’ve kept themselves secret this whole time. seunghyun grips a fist tightly. “there’s nothing between sehun and i,” he finds his voice, albeit still quiet. “and even if there was, he isn’t your property—“
but he’s cut off by jongin’s laughter, a short outburst that reverberates from his throat, like a cackle but darker, and it sends a shiver down seunghyun’s spine. the mirth doesn’t reach his eyes. “of course he is. there’s no real backing out of a situation with me, once they get involved. i’m like cancer; i’m never really gone and there’s always a chance for a relapse.”
“that’s just stupid.”
“for them, yeah,” he looks back at the campsite, still grinning. “but then, i never really force myself on people, they end up liking it well enough on their own.” something simmers in jongin’s pupils as he drags on his cigarette. “i mean, just ask your friend jiyong.”
for the second time in the last ten minutes, all of seunghyun’s blood runs cold, the world turns a sickening grey. there’s an implication there in the way he says jiyong’s name, more than just a secret between them, more than just a past life in high school. something’s happened. what? what?! WHAT?! “wha….. what are you….”
“oh he didn’t tell you about our little ‘ride’ in his lamborghini?” jongin feigns a look of surprise. “i thought you two were best friends?”
seunghyun’s chest feels like it’s a thousand pounds and he can’t even wrap his brain around, not just the idea of the two of them together or that jiyong failed to mention this massive fuck-up, but that he got involved with jongin after knowing the relationship between him and his brother? why... why the fuck doesn’t jiyong ever care about staying away people who genuinely hate seunghyun? at least showing some measure of wariness, of caution, or even a moment’s hesitation? suddenly seunghyun is on fire, and he finds enough rage to bring him a step closer to the shorter male. “what the fuck have you—“
“speaking of fuck, he’s pretty good, but i’ve got to wonder if his parents know how nasty and gay he is. or his newest, pretty girlfriend. bora is quite a nice piece, huh? didn’t you like her at some point?” jongin drags on his cigarette once again, completely unaffected by seunghyun’s anger. “don’t worry, hyungie, you’re not the only one hurting over her choosing mr. enigma-- seems she’s got quite a few wet dicks up her ass.”
“i’m not hurting!” seunghyun’s voice raises, his frustration boiling over, his heart hammering against his chest. “you stay the hell away from them, you leave jiyong and bora alone! and all of them! you’re goddamn curse, jongin! they’re not your toys—not jiyong, not sehun, not even yoori!”
up until that last moment, jongin’s face was pretty placid and more or less just amused, but then the name yoori falls out of seunghyun’s lips ( an accident really, simply because he’d met yoori and been contacted by her recently to help her out with her finances, and her situation had been on his mind ), and something deep and dark and cold shifts inside jongin. his whole demeanor changes, like a sudden eclipse, all the amusement vanishes as his countenance sharpens.
jongin isn’t called the devil simply because he is fiery and prone to anger. there is something deeper inside him, something inhuman, an unfeeling, black mass, a hole where his heart should be.
“you don’t know anything about yoori.” his voice is calm but the words sound like they’re being spat out by a void.
“i know she doesn’t want to be with you. she’s doesn’t love you.”
“love is irrelevant. is that what you think i’m talking about? something that pathetic?” jongin tilts his head and seunghyun gets another glimpse of that pure, inhuman remorselessness inside him. “i don’t give a shit who loves me or not. love me or hate me, doesn’t matter, she still belongs to me. she always will.” he closes the distance between them tighter, coming up to closer to seunghyun’s frown, not even bothering to match it, as though his frustration is simply irrelevant. “just like sehun. you think he loves you? loves you, while he’s sucking cock in dark alleyways and going on dates with strangers? at the end of the day, i have what he wants. not you. i’m not lying to you, the truth is always worse, so trust me when i say; he’ll always be more mine than yours.”
“why do you even care so much?”
“because that’s what sharks do. they rip their victims to shreds.”
seunghyun doesn’t say anything to that, can’t force words past his lips because he knows he’s a bad liar and anything else he can think to respond with would only be futile and unnecessary. plus there’s too many thoughts in his head, too much white-noise, too much overload of information he would rather have died than find out about. he’s not wrong; there is something inside seunghyun that feels torn up now, attacked for no reason. but he meets the devil’s eye, stands his ground and doesn’t flinch or loosen his clenched fist, even as jongin steps away from him, passing him and heading back into the woods.
“you know the thing about whales, jongin?” seunghyun asks, motionless as one of the trees, not even bothering to look at the other. he can hear as his half-brother’s footfalls stop, although he’s sure he’s too proud to turn and look back at him also. “you can ask any marine biologist on the planet and they’ll tell you… great white sharks are deadly, but they’re actually no match for killer whales.”
he can feel more than hear jongin’s grin and the light laughter as he resumes walking away.
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@jongin247
It’s out. The mistakes he’s been trying to avoid and bury deep under the ground. No one is on his side. A stupid scandal and his friends who are no good at all. Letting him suffer alone and not helping him at all in any way possible. It’s driving him crazy that he even still calls them his friends when they were one of the first few people who turned their backs at him when he needed them the most.
The hushed whispers of the students on how his clean image was just a big dumb joke that he pulled so everyone could fall into his trap. No. No one knows the truth and they all continued to judge him. Ignoring their own flaws and mistakes, but so easily point out his. Everyone looks at him like he’s a disgusting human being.
This made him mad. Boiling deep inside and his one chance for a better life, the girl whose hair was the same color of the sunset and whose smile makes him forget that he’s walking this hell of a life he’s living. He lost her too. Not to just anyone but to a boy whose head is full of air and smirks like he knows that he’s a devil.
Tough Luck.
He’s Kim Wonshik and nothing scares him, not even the devils that roam this world. Clenching his fists as he walked down the hallway, with his right fist already red from punching the wall from the rejection he got from her. All he wanted was to tell her the truth about his feelings and for her to believe him. But no, she decided it was better to be one with the rest of Cheongnam and be with that one guy that he can say would be the worst human being to ever walk down the halls of cheongnam. “Ya, Jongin.” He calls him out. Trying hard to keep his anger down but how can he do that when his fist wants to fly towards his face right away?
In a few years more people will call you June more often than Junhoe and there will be several reasons for that. It will be one of the many major changes you will undergo. But you will be proud of those, I promise.
You have the world on your fingertips — don’t be afraid to grab it. You’ll find out that the universe is also yours. You have so much to offer but you don’t know it yet. You are greater than you think.
Patience is the key, it’s been your motto for a long time and you should stick with it. Right now you’re busy with reading manifold books and you get lost in them when the reality is way too much for a young man like you to deal with but one day you will publish your own. Sometimes you hurriedly scribble fleeting thoughts and ideas in your notebook, you happen to write poems and then hide them in a drawer, don’t you? I have satisfying news for you. Those will find their place in your very first volume of poems. Wait for that.
Your name won’t be echoing in the hallways as remarkably as others’ but it certainly isn’t a is tragedy for you. High school won’t start too well for you. Taehyung, your closest friend with whom you share every secret you keep, you will ditch him for the sake of hanging out with the marauders. You will hope that their company will help you forget about how rough Cheongnam is and you will wish they will successfully fill the hole after the loss — they won’t.
Among them all, you will find a good friend in Yoori. Though, you will blindly look up to the rest, especially Jongin and Sehun who won’t have the best effect on you. You will want to be their replica, so you won’t be seen as a stray puppy that follows them everywhere. Yet it’s not who you are, Junhoe. You weren’t born a marauder.
Once you graduate, you’ll think you can finally cut those ties and start with a carte blanche. The past will keep on coming back at you. Again and again. Sooner or later, you’ll get accustomed to that.
Stay strong.
Sincerely,
Your future self (someone you hopefully won’t be ashamed of).
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✉ { WASN’T SENT }[ sms ↳ Satan ] Strictly business.[ sms ↳ Satan ] Let’s not mix business with pleasure.. like last time.[ sms ↳ Satan ] MYGOD[ sms ↳ Satan ] CAN I JUST SAY THAT THING YOU DO WITH YOUR TONGUE[ sms ↳ Satan ] WAS JUST HEAVEN[ sms ↳ Satan ] but u can go to hell instead⁇ { DRUNK TEXT }[ sms ↳ Satan ] WEhRE r u[ sms ↳ Satan ] hEY[ sms ↳ Satan ] DONT teLL mE u diTched Me fr[ sms ↳ Satan ] thTa baArtenderR wHo was eyEing u[ sms ↳ Satan ] fku SAtan[ sms ↳ Satan ] gET bACk heRe oR jim DAnCIyg✿ { SUGGESTIVE TEXT }[ sms ↳ Satan ] 5 minutes. I’m coming.[ sms ↳ Satan ] If you do your work well, we’ll both be screaming that later.[ sms ↳ Satan ] We’re supposed to be enemies. Geez..[ sms ↳ Satan ] But I guess we can fight in bed..[ sms ↳ Satan ] Naked.[ sms ↳ Satan ] Well now I’m horny.ø { LATE NIGHT TEXT }[ sms ↳ Satan ] If you weren’t the embodiment of Satan, we could’ve been friends.[ sms ↳ Satan ] I hope you try being less of an asshole.[ sms ↳ Satan ] I’d take a chance on being your friend.[ sms ↳ Satan ] I mean it.[ sms ↳ Satan ] Unlike you, I have faith in humanity.[ sms ↳ Satan ] Even though, I’m not sure if you’re human at all.✘ { HATEFUL TEXT }[ sms ↳ Satan ] Ahhh, so you have the guts to tell everyone we slept together.[ sms ↳ Satan ] But don’t have the guts to apologize to me?[ sms ↳ Satan ] You make me sick.[ sms ↳ Satan ] At one point in your life you’ll realize that you’re all alone.[ sms ↳ Satan ] FUCK YOU, KIM JONGIN[ sms ↳ Satan ] THE DEAL IS OFF.[ sms ↳ Satan ] GO ENJOY YOUR MISERABLE LIFE!!!
