#joong!memes

[mp-khjoong]

“ sometimes a mindfuck is a satisfying and productive fuck, after all. “

“What?” He laughed in confusion, turning his head up from his cards in hand towards the person playing with him. A simple game meant to occupy the time turned into quite the conversation; though the more he branched out the more Joong found himself in this position more often than not. There were some interesting people and minds amongst this place - perhaps he should try making friends more often. Gloved hand moved to press the back of his palm against his lips to muffle the sound, giving a nod. “I guess a fuck is a fuck after all. Sometimes even a mindfuck is better than a regular one. Depending on the challenge.”

[mp-khjoong]

“ i feel content. “

“Content?” Standing under the awning of a shop, Joong glanced over to the demi beside him questioningly, as the rain came down in pounding pours all around them. People in the streets were rushing to get themselves out of the chaos of the weather that seemed to roll in just as quickly. “I guess a child of a god of chaos would get amusement out of such a thing.” It did make sense. Pursing his lips, he nodded momentarily before glancing out at the street again. “But, peace comes in all forms. I suppose to each their own, Ren.”

[mp-khjoong]

“ isn’t the whole point of being an artist, or at least part of it, being not having to wear a tie? “

“Right!?” Joong chuckled as he leaned against the brick wall of the shop, watching the distant artist struggle with keeping his tie straight in the reflection of the shops window. He was grumbling and frustrated with the damn thing, not that the demi-god could blame him. “Monkey suits are so stuffy, and art is meant to be free and expressive. Doesn’t that include clothes also? Poor guy looks absolutely miserable. Though, I suppose suffering is part of art too, right?” Elbow moved to nudge Lucas in his side playfully. 

[mp-khjoong]

“ that is how friendships begin: one person reveals a moment of strangeness, and the other person decides just to listen and not exploit it. “

“Wait,” Joong came to a quick halt on his walk with a friend, turning his head towards Taeyong curiously. A sarcastic air about his playful movements as his head tilted to the side and eyes blinked far too innocently at the other. “Are you saying you find me strange and you just don’t want to talk about it?” He feigned shock for a brief moment, chuckling soon thereafter as his shoulders rose in a high shrug. “Oh well, sounds about right. Not everyday someone could kill something with their touch.” Turning, he fell back in step beside the other, moving his hand to offer the norse child one of his potato chips with an extense of his bag of snacks. 

[mp-khjoong]

“ with love, apparently you didn’t necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all. “

“Explaining isn’t in my job description. That’s boss man’s task.” He answered from his spot leaning against the wall near the door of the shop. Sombra ultimately ran itself. Zico would disappear in the beyonds of it’s walls if and when he showed up, the very few customers they got avoided all contact and went on their way, and by chance someone got....out of line; well that’s what he was there for. His eyes studied the blonde at the counter for a long moment, before sighing out hard. The guard popped up from his spot sauntering his way over to join her. 

“Look, quick pointers. The owl? Don’t touch it, it bites everyone but boss man. Don’t touch anything labeled ‘cursed’, shit will give you nightmares for weeks. Don’t get into it with boss man - you will not come out of it okay. If a customer gets aggitated or irritated with you, there’s a bell behind the counter you can ring to catch my attention if I’m not in sight. Don’t handle them yourself. And lastly; don’t go through that door.” Gloved finger extended to point where Zico tended to disappear to rather frequently. “Don’t ask questions about it, ignore anything you may hear from beyond it - keep your nose to yourself.” A sarcastic grin rose his cheeks then. “Got it?”

[mp-khjoong]

“ most people aren’t talented. so what are they supposed to do – kill themselves? “

Blink once, quirk brow, blink again. Was that..? Was that a serious question? Features crinkled in together on the male’s face as he studied the lady before him curiously, head tilting ever so slightly off. “...No. That’s....that’s not how that works. Everyone is good at...something or another, they may not have found it yet. But they will. Everyone has potential, in some regard, and their life is no less than ours.”

[mp-khjoong]

“ what does a woman have to do to be taken seriously? “

“Nope. No. Nah-uh.” Joong swiftly twisted his head from side to side in a quick shake, as his arms folded stubbornly over his chest and out of the way. There was no way he was stupid enough to fall into this trap. And potentially upset a lady? His mother had taught him better. She’d have come back from the grave just to pop him upside his skull like she used to. “Firstly; let me point out that asking this of a male is setting him up and I one-hundred percent approve, to anyone else but me. Secondly, Miss Valentina, allow me to say that anyone who does not take a woman seriously is asking for a death wish. I’d rather shoot my own foot off than piss off one of you - if I have learned anything from my mother.”

[mp-khjoong]

“ the past is so tenacious. “

By now, Joong and JJ had gotten into the point of delirious conversations just for the sake of talking. He wasn’t quite the best at coming up with conversation topics; but where he lacked the other seemed to fill in quite well. Dark eyes shifted over to the male with a curious quirk of his brow, finishing the drink he was taking from his glass before speaking up. “The past is a cruel mistress that enjoys rearing her ugly head when it’s unwanted. Reminding all of us of our defining fuck ups that scare us into any valid future we could want.” 

Bitter much, Joong? Sighing, he set the glass to the counter and leaned down with it, quieting himself with an exhale. His dark orbs flicked once again to the demi-god beside him, visibly softening as he studied JJ’s features. “Do...you want to talk about what’s going on in that head of yours?”