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Send ✆ for a morning text
[SMS: lee jongsuk] Good morning, love.[SMS: lee jongsuk] The sun is shining bright and the birds are chirping their everyday tune, creating a nuisance as I sit at the table and starve, wondering where my breakfast is.[SMS: lee jongsuk] I believe you have the answer to this travesty.[SMS: lee jongsuk] I am waiting.
Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent
[SMS: lee jongsuk] Honestly, when you put it like that, I can almost guarantee that I will get over you if we break up and I won’t have a single shred of remorse for doing so. So, for the sake of both of us, I would advise you stop talking to him or else my past sentence will become a reality.( send? Y/(N) )*your message has been deleted.
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[SMS: lee jongsuk] come to the alley behind club seokjeon your presence is graely wanted and nnnneeded
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[SMS: lee jongsuk] The bed is too cold when you’re not here.
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[SMS: lee jongsuk] jjjoonggssukk in eed you right now pick me up at jangmi its freezng and im lonely without you
Send ø for a late night text
[SMS: lee jongsuk] I’ve been pondering for quite a while: Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if I asked you to come visit my adoptive family with me?
Send ✘ for a hateful text
[SMS: lee jongsuk] Alright, fine. If you want to act that way, then it’s absolutely fine by me.[SMS: lee jongsuk] Feel free to test my patience.[SMS: lee jongsuk] I dare you.
An array of students lined up in front of his table, Junho leaned back against his chair and nonchalantly stared at the bodies of students placing piles of paper won on his desk as they picked up a small packet by his side. The said male glanced down towards the sheets of papers, copies of the film analysis tests he had managed to swipe from his love, and he hardly felt a shred of remorse as won after won were placed before him.
Was it the most rational thing to do? No. Was Jongsuk going to pissed at him when he found out that his beloved was selling answer keys for his own personal gain? Yes. However, knowing exactly how to cheer Jongsuk up, Junho found himself caring less about the impending rage that his older love would have in oppose to the profit he was racking in at the moment.
After all, if Jongsuk wanted to be enraged at him for giving away the answer keys, then he should be pissed at himself for irresponsibly leaving the documents unconcealed from Junho’s eyes and prying fingers.
…realizing they have feelings for someone
For once in his lifetime, Junho actually cared for what someone thought.
The Princess Diary dangled dangerously from his nimble finger tips and an inch or two above the open flame of the lighter. Dark eyes fixated on the defeated form before him, Junho found himself frustrated as Jongsuk spoke of cutting ties with him and peace.
He wanted to know why Jongsuk was obsessed with him.He wanted to know why the older male helped him out of the lake and comforted him, despite the evident weakness that he had involuntarily showed.
Replays of the night that the older male had gotten close and he himself had gotten too daring, Junho narrowed his eyes at nothing in particular as he vividly remembered the hands that treated him rough, the touch that hinted of the older’s poisonous infatuation.
Junho didn’t realize it but he had already bitten into the cursed apple and, as the book dangled from his fingertips, so did the rampant interest that he had began to develop for the male before him.
He wanted to know why Jongsuk, now, was avoiding him.
An eyebrow quirked up, Junho moved the flame closer and watched as one of the aged papers slowly began to crisp.
…coming down with the flu
He wasn’t sick. Despite the echoing sneeze that violently escaped him and the disastrous cold chill that sped up his poor spine, Junho still made an effort to get out of bed.
He loathed sickness. He despised the dependency of it, the lack of control granted upon him when his immune system began to fail, and the thought of having to stay in bed for a whole day infuriated him. So, when Jongsuk stubbornly pushed him back into bed as he broke out not the shivers and dry-gagged, Junho found himself standing back up and wobbling over to the bathroom to the best of his abilities.
Although he dreaded his classes, he’d much rather spend his time being able to walk around campus more so than lying immobile in bed with no distractions from the stupid flu that was out to get him.
…getting dressed up for a night out with someone special
There were approximately fifteen minutes left until their date yet, for the past three hours, Junho had been using the time to prep himself for a special night out with his beloved. He had his hair done and slicked back, his face clean with a minimal amount of foundation to push through, and his clothing was sharp and spotless. On his wrist was a watch he had stolen long time ago when snooping through the counselor’s office and his middle finger, ironically, was adorned with the dazzling ring Jongsuk had gifted to him months ago. Fingers running through the long line of cologne set out on display via the bathroom sink, Junho decided to lather himself in a calming aroma of lavender, his staple scent whenever he was in a rush. Before heading down the stairs so that Jongsuk could finally get a good glimpse of hi, Junho decided to adorn his black tie with a silver bar, a small fashion statement that he had come to love, and finally trekked down to the entrance to greet Jongsuk.
SEPTEMBER 2014: Kir, a new student, seeks the man whom, perhaps, knew his brother the most. Unfortunately, things do not turn out as cheerful as he hoped it would be.
Mugunghwa University. Despite the negative ring that the academic facility had, every acre of land and building that Nichkhun strode by was lavish and grand. With the surface of their corridors and walls washed squeaky clean, had any murder happened upon recent events in the city, it would be highly unlikely that Mugunghwa University would have housed the travesty due to its superior interior and spotlessness.
A tall, lanky man infatuated with cats and adorned in sweaters or pyjamas. The description seemed far-fetched but, as far as Nichkhun’s memory had spanned, he knew that was the physical appearance of the male whom his brother had spoken about most to him. He was supposed to be cynical, although popular among the younger students, and the professor of a film analysis course. For some reason, despite the words that had been freshly imprinted in his memory, the brunet found himself imagining an old man on a cane, his sarcasm and wit earning his popularity, and the hall in which he lectured in filled to the brim with kittens whom he called his own offspring. As time passed by and the slender male passed door to door, peeping into each empty or filled room to find a male that matched his description, he was met with young faces and young professors themselves, which made Nichkhun believe that perhaps he over-exaggerated in is assumption by just a tad bit.
It wasn’t until he nearly gave up on his quest in which the brunet came across the destined male he was supposed to meet, a professor who luckily didn’t have any class on-going at the moment, and who sat upon his desk typing away grades. Given the invitation to enter because the wasn’t locked nor was it closed, Nichkhun welcomed himself in the chilly room and waddled over to the desk closest to where the professor was at sat down.
He didn’t speak; he let the silence envelop them as he stared widely at the young man across from him. As he took in his appearance, he didn’t see the cynicism that Nichan had described him with and formulated that, perhaps, the man was actually quite friendly. Seeing the questions he was about to ask, he could only hope.
Lee Junho despised social outings. He hated being social when there was no personal gain within the action, period. The last time he attended one of Mugunghwa University’s social events, to be curt, was a time in which he found himself stuck under the radar of an insufferable pest who seemed so eager to peel away every last strip of sanity that the brunet had.
He hated social outings. Yet, when it came to his love, Lee Jongsuk, he thought he could make amends if it were for the older male’s sake. They hadn’t had any time to go on dates after all, not when his and Jongsuk’s work schedules clashed violently with one another. So, on behalf of his dearest love, Junho found himself in the midst of despicable laughter and an overpowering mixture of scents and spices. He wanted to go home, yes, but with one glance at his boyfriend and seeing a bright smile prominent over the older male’s radiant face, the feeling was quick to be overturned.
Speaking of his boyfriend and fully aware of the setting in which he was unwillingly placed in, a few ideas ran rampant in Junho’s head, non-violent to an extent. A carnival, or whatever the little exhibit of games and booths were presented by an eerie Mugunghwa alumni, was a place where most couples were able to express their gratitude with one another. He learnt from the various dramas that he wanted as a pastime. Although Jongsuk wasn’t so keen on having them go on the ferris wheel, suspicious of what Junho’s motives would be if they did go aboard on one of the carts, there were game booths with a luxury of stuffed toys and trinkets alike. The brunet noticed, as they wandered round the area, that many couples had a stuffed toy in hand, a cute token of their love for one another, and he felt almost jealous. He wanted to get Jongsuk something as well, just to prove that he could be a better boyfriend as well.
One of the booths adjacent to where they stood had a Kutusita Nyanko plush that stood of a good estimate of five feet. As adorable as it was, it hung lonely above a water pong booth occupied by desperate students alike trying their hardest to obtain an adorable prize. A sly glance at the vendor and Junho noticed the man was distracted by a whining girl, complaining about how she won or whatever, and Junho found an opportunity. A quick glance at his love told the brunet that he, too, was distracted, and Junho found it as an opportunity to sneak away.
Approaching the booth, the young lady rustling the operator grew relentless, verbally violent, and Junho couldn’t stop the amused scoff that left his lips as a lopsided self-indulgent smirk decorated his lips. Thankful for his above-average height, it didn’t take much for Junho to swiftly grasp onto the desired black cat that he wanted and unhooked it from the booth, successfully stealing it as the vendor hardly batted an eyelash away from the furious lady. As quick as he came, Junho strode back to where his love stood and was surprised when the older male was staring at him.
“No one else was going to take it,” the younger defended on his stance as he thrust the toy into Jongsuk’s hold. His words were true, after all. The students huddled around the attraction were useless, idiotic, and hardly knew how to function a game.
The moment a grin had spread upon the ghoul’s lips, it was already known that the very day was going to be a peculiar one. It was an odd Wednesday, something unsettling within the afternoon air, as the tall counselor emerged from his hidden whereabouts and strode confidently on Mugunghwa corridors with an ever-so-persistent grin splattered on his sunken features. Gone at the moment was the hermit man, the ironically-proclaimed phantom who could be found sulking in every corner of the university’s campus except his respective office where duties laid. As he joyously strode past students, a chill ran down through the youngsters’ spines, an ill-omen in which only the man and a selected few were aware of.
A talk with William Kang. Despite his frantic relationship with a man, it was the highly-presumed theory as to why the phantom seemed so jolly. He was a kiss-up after all, right after he was a snitch and, knowing that the secrets in which he spilled would soon lead to an inevitable destruction among both faculty and student bodies whom deserved any and every punishment that was sent their very wicked way, Changmin couldn’t help but grin selfishly.
A sharp turn into the corridors and a curt walk outside in order to navigate himself to the Visual Arts building, it was a queer view to see Changmin so willingly venture into the den filled with students that he secondly loathed the most: the film department. His disdain for cameras momentarily forgotten in the peak of his high, his high gloat as hinted misfortune strung thick in the air, the counselor made his path towards a certain classroom, one ran by the very man he loathed the most:
Lee Jongsuk.
When the doors for the Film Studies room opened, an hour or two past it’s last class, Changmin was promptly surprised to see Jongsuk alone at his desk, book in hand, the classroom void of any troublemakers and students. Dress shoes clinking against polished floor, the tall spectre took the opportunity to wander in and let the door shut loudly behind him.
“Where’s your escort?” He inquired through a fake, sugary tone as he strode towards an empty seat and perched himself upon it. His lips pulled into a mocking frown, the man folded his arms across the desk’s surface and continued, “has he finally gotten tired of you and moved onto another plaything?”
As long as the said male wasn’t there, Jongsuk’s vicious boyfriend, Changmin found it within his abilities to talk smack about the younger male all he wanted without the threat of bloodshed looming above him.
send me a ϟ for a muggle au: our muses were students at hogwarts are wizards, but they suddenly find themselves in the muggle world with no magic
He knew how to get around.
Being a halfblood, nevertheless a once orphaned halfblood, the world of the muggles appeared to be no stranger for Lee Junho. Although his muggle ancestry was the bane of his existence, his ridicule, and the vile fuel that propelled his toxic nature, no matter how hard the brunet would try, he could never ostracize himself from the muggle world. Partially due to his adoptive family and the other half a buried, self-conscious desperation to hold on to a faint strand of his identity, he could never be a stranger in the mundane world and he was ashamed of it–
Up until now.
It was sheer amusement for him, seeing Jongsuk fret about how they were doomed and that they couldn’t make their way back to the Ministry, nevertheless the safe haven for wizards in South Korea. The older male didn’t know how to ride the bus, was at a complete loss in regards to muggle currency, and his lack of knowledge regarding Korea’s fast-paced technology–
“Perhaps, now, you will regret mocking my blood status back when we first met.” Junho had calmly stated. The brunet took a sip of his iced tea, perched upon a bench within one of the various parks scattered around, and he gazed at the setting sun as he ignored the older’s wails.
“But that was ages ago!” Jongsuk whined and he clung upon Junho’s upper torso, in which the younger promptly shoved him aside in favor to continue downing his chilled beverage.
“Karma is, indeed, quite unfortunate.” Brown eyes didn’t even care to flicker towards the pitiful male, to evaluate his distressed state, as the younger of the two continued to relax under the warm sun.
He could take a break from being a hit wizard.
send me a ☻ for a future au: our muses in the future
3:00AM. It was an unruly time to be up, especially during the holiday season, however a task was a task and more often than not did Jongsuk find himself being ran like a dog for Director Kang despite it being his “vacation”. Thankfully, the day’s task was rather light: he was only assigned to be the dean’s representative for a board meeting two hours away from where his love’s family home laid in Ilsan. After the meeting was done, he would be allowed back his downtime, which he promised his younger lover that he’d take a stroll with him down the snowy roads, a winter pastime that his beloved apparently seemed to love.
Speaking of his dear, Junho had been firmly nestled within Jongsuk’s arms, serving as the older male’s heater as it seemed as though the temperature in the brunet’s room seemed to drop by the minute. It was one of the coldest rooms in the house, Junho’s older sister had claimed before joking, only because its the least used room within the humble abode. Despite the freezing temperature, however, Junho seemed to be fine, perhaps used to the icy chill. Occasionally there would be a shiver and, if Jongsuk had been awake to feel it, he would respond to holding the other closer or Junho would take it into his own manner and press back against Jongsuk in attempt to steal what little warmth the older had to begin with. It made Jongsuk wonder how his love had coped with his room’s frosty temperature alone and, imagining his beloved wrapped in a blanket cocoon shivering as he slept or, worse, catching a terrible cold, Jongsuk found himself less willing to leave.
Still, he couldn’t deter the plans that Director Kang made without facing a worse punishment, one that would definitely impact himself and Junho in terrors that he could only imagine, and Jongsuk made to peel the younger from him, the movement triggering the younger to wake up due to his cursed trait of light sleeping. In response to having Jongsuk pry him off, Junho rolled to place himself on top of Jongsuk’s lying frame. Although he was still sluggish from sleep’s trace, Junho managed to nuzzle against the older’s neck as he pressed his weight down, preventing him from leaving.
“I have to use the bathroom,” Jongsuk sighed as one hand reached to thread through Junho’s dyed locks. Of course, Junho didn’t budge an inch and silence fell over them in a blanket almost as thick as the one the couple found themselves nestled under.
“You promised that you would spend the holidays with me.” It was a tone that Jongsuk didn’t like, the one that Junho always used when he wanted to intimidate his prey or, in this case, Jongsuk from daring to leave him. Eyes shifting to the picture of the sunflower field hung across Junho’s bed, a magnificent painting that one of his sister’s had bought as a gift towards their isolated brother, Jongsuk fluttered his eyes closed, knowing of the long conversation that was to come.
“I’m only going to the restroom.”
Junho didn’t buy his excuse.
“I looked at your phone.” By now, Junho was wide awake and Jongsuk could see him and his dark eyes, narrowed into a glare as the brunet kept him firmly pressed down, fully aware that Jongsuk couldn’t use his demonic powers when off-campus. “You have to go to a board meeting at 6:00AM.” Granted, Junho would have stolen his boyfriend’s phone in order to map out his schedule.
“I’ll be back by noon--”
“I want to spend the day with you.” A sharp knee to his though came after the bold claim and Jongsuk winced slightly. It was silent, the older male was calculating another way to convince Junho to let him go. His fingers continued to dance through his stubborn lover’s hair and, eyes locked onto the painting again, Jongsuk had a bright idea.
“Shouldn’t you be spending more time with your family?” He whispered, pressing his lips against Junho’s scalp. The younger of course, didn’t reply when his adoptive family was rolled into the equation. “Your sisters want to spend more time with you, I’m assuming. They’re always eager to see you-- I think they’re jealous, that you’re spending more time with me than them.” In a way, Jongsuk felt terrible. Junho’s sisters, for the main part, they would always be by him. For Jongsuk, it was unclear how much time he had left. “This is your first time since last year in regards to visiting them. Shouldn’t you be spending more time with them? Your family cares about you, but you keep pushing them away.”
It truly puzzled Jongsuk, the way Junho’s mind worked. The younger clearly cared for his adoptive family as well, yet he always stayed away from them, Glacing down, Jongsuk could see that his young love had furrowed his eyebrows, lips pressed into a firm scowl. He responded to the younger’s distress by rubbing his back slowly and, to his surprise, Junho rolled off.
“Whatever.” Promptly, the brunet had grabbed a pillow and pressed his face against it, signalling the end of their conversation. As much as it pained Jongsuk, instead of seeing what the matter was, he took the opportunity to rise out of bed and into the chilled air of Junho’s bedroom.
“I love you, Junho.” He whispered, fixing the blanket in attempt to make up for the warmth that Junho had now lost.
He didn’t respond back.
Knowing that the younger was being dramatic, Jongsuk let out a shaky sigh and proceeded to get ready for the board meeting.
He would make up with Junho later.
“Could someone hand me a heavy, blunt object?” - "So, we're not going out for dinner?" late on the boat but do it
“Could someone hand me a heavy, blunt object?”
The older male had uttered the question out openly in class, a curt silence slowly following his request as the students whispered among one another. Finally, a kind girl had stepped forward and offered her professor her textbook, in which was responded with gratitude before the male had made his way over to where his sleeping lover had sat.
When Jongsuk had requested Junho to improve his attendance in class, he hadn’t meant for the younger to come in and sleep as though doing so would improve anything at all.
Needless to say, Jongsuk was evidently quite pissed.
It happened in three seconds: Jongsuk slammed the textbook down against the desk, causing the surface to quake before Junho promptly woke up, startled, and the small jolt that he gave caused a ripple of laughter throughout the class. Not even a moment later had the brunet snatched the textbook from Jongsuk’s hands and chucked it at his poor professor, seething, before he laid his upper half against the desk once more and screwed his eyes closed.
Even though the book could have caused a horrible bruise to blossom against Jongsuk’s pale skin, the older found himself caught between either laughing at his lover’s reaction or solemnly shaking his head and sighing.
He didn’t know why Junho was taking a nap, to be honest.Knowing the younger’s schedule, the brunet already had enough time to catch up on his hours of sleep prior to class.
"So, we're not going out for dinner?"
“No.”
Junho didn’t want to admit that he didn’t want to spend any more money from his wallet. Instead, sitting down and curling up besides Jongsuk on the couch, he fluttered his eyes closed and pressed the side of his face against the older’s shoulder.
“I just want to spend time with you,” he murmured, a white lie to be honest, “and only you.” The brunet opened his eyes briefly to look at his love’s expression, to see if the disappointment was washed away from the beautiful brown orbs he loved. He was relieved when he found the older male buying his compliments and, moving closer in attempt to share his warmth with Jongsuk, he closed his eyes again and felt himself relax.
TITLE: Bank
PROMPT: My character owes your character money (or vice versa)
CHARACTER: jongsukxmgh
He wasn’t going to owe Jongsuk anything.
The last time he heard ‘owe’ and ‘money’ together in a sentence indirectly or directly hissed out to him was when his father passed away.
Junho eyed the scenery in front of him; his one and only love sat perched upon the kitchen table, a stern expression cemented upon his expression which normally was filled with mirth, and an idle black card lied in front of him. The apartment was quiet, Johnny and Nuneo sat perched upon the couch, peering at the owners as tension rung semi-thick in their apartment.
“Junho.” Jongsuk’s voice was harsh, making the younger’s eyebrow quirk up from the new Burberry shades he had bought just a day prior. “Sit down.” The older of the couple motioned his hand towards the empty seat across from him and, rolling his eyes, Junho decided to play along and made his way towards the lone chair. It wasn’t often that the brunet saw his beloved as both stoic and uncompromising and, guessing from the lone card that laid a distance away from his cherished, he could only assume what the talk was going to be about.
The air was still in between the couple as they stared at one another and a rather arrogant grin began to surface on Junho’s lips. Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back against his chair as he waited for Jongsuk to speak. The older male, on the other hand, was too busy eyeing the new golden watch on his boyfriend’s wrist to begin the earful of a lecture he was going to give his love.
“I got you a new car, at least.” Junho had decided to speak up once he had decided that the silence had drawn for too long. Apparently, his words weren’t the ones that Jongsuk wanted to hear for, in the next minute, he began to fume.
“That’s it?” The taller male seethed, “That’s all you’re going to say, dear?” Giving a half-hearted shrug, Junho gave a languid roll of the eyes.
“You can have these shades after I’m done with them too, I suppose. Although it wouldn’t be quite as valuable in retrospect to if I sold them ins---”
“You bought a Prius.” Jongsuk cut in.
“And?” Junho shot back, giving an indignant huff, “I gave you my Mini Cooper in return.” It was as if Jongsuk apparently had enough with the older’s antics, for he stood up and slammed his hands on the table, glowering in Junho’s direction. The younger’s haughty remarks were, obviously, not want Jongsuk wanted to hear.
“Do you know how much you spent?!” Jongsuk continued, “Two thousand on your sunglasses, ten thousand on a new bracelet, your new car-- When I gave you the card, I didn’t literally mean to go crazy with it!”
“You shouldn’t have given it to me in the first place, then!” Junho snapped back, his abrupt anger triggered by the accusations that Jongsuk had began to throw at him. Electricity shocked between the two men as they glowered against one another, rage seething within both of their veins, yet neither wanting to make the first aggressive move upon the other. Jongsuk gritted his teeth, apparently wanting to bellow out more of his frustration towards Junho, but he opted to stay quiet. He knew how Junho acted, he knew the nonsense and the manipulation of words that the younger would use upon him and others in order to get the upperhand and last word of the argument. Instead, as if he were to be deflated, Jongsuk slumped back against his chair and gave a defeated sigh.
“I’m going to put a 5,000 limit on the card.” He murmured and his words were caught by Junho’s precise hearing.
“I can’t even feed a third-world family with that kind of money.” He spat as he crossed his arms, scowling. Jongsuk shot up from his seat, an offended look on his features whilst the need to correct his love rang sharp within him. Instead, Junho continued to talk, “What am I supposed to buy with that money? One shoe? A slice of full-grain bread?”
Jongsuk didn’t even bother to reply.
The silence quite unnerving once more, along with the pout that his love was directing at the ground, Junho stood up and made his way to sit on top of the older’s lap.
“Love,” he murmured, his hands cupping either side of Jongsuk’s face. The later kept his eyes down, not wanting to look at Junho in fear that the younger would belt out yet another statement that would annoy him further. Instead, the brunet tangled his fingers into Jongsuk’s silky strands and bumped his nose lightly against the other’s.
“Would it be possible to make a compromise?” He continued, “I’ll give you a blowjob in return for everything I spent on yesterday.” Of course, Jongsuk remained silent and Junho pressed his lips in a fine line. “I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want for a month and I won’t complain…” His fingers massaged Jongsuk’s scalp and the brunet gave a low hum, scooting closer so that he could assert his body heat against the older’s torso. Again, no reply. Instead, Jongsuk had directed him a rather offended look.
“Are you my boyfriend or are you some kind of cheap whore?” He rebuttled and he turned his head away, grasping Junho’s hands so that he could guide the younger’s fingers away from his scalp, “Sex doesn’t solve anything.”
“It does if you know how to play your cards right.” Firmly grasping Jongsuk’s chin, he forced the latter to look back at his direction, “Unfortunately for you, I am quite the master of trickery and deceit.” A smirk curling at his lips, Junho locked his lips against Jongsuk’s and let the passion that began to kindle between the two of them take the lead. Tongues moving against one another and his skin tinging, Junho gave out a soft moan as he pressed himself harder against Jongsuk, one hand leading his beloved’s into his back pocket.
“I’ll offer my first payment installment tonight, if you’re up for it.” The brunet whispered, his fingers leaving a wake of fire against Jongsuk’s skin as he began to trace up the older’s torso.
