#kimvjonghyun

[imyovna]

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“Come on, come on, come on!"

One would think Yoona's an overly eager (and overly energetic) little child dragging one of her parents to the nearest candy store if they could see her like this. Indeed, she was smiling widely and she did vibrate as she tugged a more or less willing Jonghyun with her. Her behaviour could be easily explained: The idol had been wanting to do this for a while now, but not necessarily alone, so when the opportunity to hang out with her label mate offered itself, the idea came back to her and filled her with joy.

"And smile, Jonghyun." She added as an afternote, a little breathless from walking so fastly up that hill with the extra weight clinging to her hand. Still, it was worth it: The grass under them was green and fresh, and the air that filled their lungs couldn't be compared to the one in the city. No, driving right into the nature was great, but not as breathtaking as the sight over their heads: A clear sky, dark and filling with thousands over thousands of little shining dots that became more and more the longer you stared up. To sum it up, the conditions for stargazing were all set.

Taking the blanket she had taken with her out of her bag, Yoona spread it on the ground for them to sit down, which she did not hesitate to do for a second. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips once she flopped down onto the fabric and her gaze immediately trailed up to the stars again.

"You can't tell me that the effort of coming here so spontaneously isn't worth it for a poetic guy like you."

[bvmkvy]

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“Why do I have to go to such a stupid radio show?” Kibum asks, nose scrunched up and eyebrows knitted together.

His manager for the day purses his lips– and it’s right there, the same gesture of impatience he does whenever Kibum is concerned; as if he was the grown up dealing with the whims of a child.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Kibum,” the man says, tone patronizing and all too accusing.

Kibum’s eyebrows knit even tighter. The manager is right.

“It’s still a stupid radio show. What does a novelist have to do with someone like me? How would a talk go between people who are so different?” Kibum spats while his hands are busy stuffing his cellphone, earphones, and other gadgets into his bag. It’s a lost battle. “What are we supposed to have in common?”

The manager rolls his eyes as discreetly as he can, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Kibum is lying. He knew about this show since a while ago. The first thing he did after knowing about the upcoming activity was to buy the best selling novel written by the costar of the radio show. He hadn’t finished it in one go. Instead of rushing, he had savored each line, had stayed up for a good time thinking about the meaning of many sentences, situations, dreams patched together in the minds of the characters of the book. Kibum is intrigued. 

The ride to the radio show is one filled with impatience and eagerness. Kibum has questions, wishes he had the time to talk to the novelist in private and get the answers he’s looking for. Feline-like eyes have green contacts hiding the natural hazel color of his eyes. His attire is just as fashionable as always, every piece of the fabric meshing well with a casual aura. But his attention is elsewhere. He doesn’t take much time to greet the fans outside and while he’s polite to the staff, clear eyes look for someone who stands out, the bearer of wisdom, the one who, in Kibum’s imagination, must be just someone else entirely.

When his eyes continue to search between all the non-familiar faces, they finally land on a man already inside the cabin he’s supposed to go in now. It’s him, the realization hits him.

“Ah, I’m so glad you had the time to arrive early today, Kibummie,” Haneul, the host for the night, says behind him. Her small hand gives him a few pats on the back with the enough force to send him a few steps forwards. “Let me introduce you with our other guest for the show, come on in.”

Haneul has a large cup of hazelnut coffee ready in her hand. The smell is rich and comforting. It also has some effect on Kibum’s excitement, it sobers him up, grounds him to the present. With some horror, he realizes he’s acting like a child indeed.

“Jonghyun-ssi, allow me to introduce you to Kim Kibum. Kibum, he’s the famous best seller author Kim Jonghyun.” Haneul says as she leaves her coffee mug on the table while taking a seat.

Kibum looks directly at the novelist for a few long seconds. “Nice to meet you,” he murmurs as well, the polite words followed by a tilt of his head in acknowledgment. Then he takes a seat as well beside the novelist. Haneul is before them both, delicate fingers taking the headphones in hand to put them over her head.

“Don’t worry over anything, okay? Pretend we are in a coffee at some relaxing park and let yourselves be free. I will throw some topics and questions in the table, mostly things the audience will be interested about. I will start with Kibum first and then I will pass to you, Jonghyun-ssi, afterwards we can just keep talking, If you have any doubts, we will have enough breaks to talk them over.”

Haneul explains more things in the remaining minutes, but Kibum doesn’t pay much attention to her. She says something about him singing, but it also doesn’t register his ears. He is busy trying to figure out the best way to give rest to his curiosity without seeming too eager.

“Okay everyone, ten seconds before we go live,” the producer’s voice resounds in the cabin.

Kibum takes his headphones and slowly puts them on his head. The music of the intro plays and Haneul begins the show. Kibum is aware he introduces himself at some point and then he remains quiet.

“Okay so Kibum-ssi, you recently released a new single, ‘Josephine’,” Haneul begins. “A member of the audience asked us to please convince you to sing a bit of the song in here, would you do us the honor?”

I knew I had tasted love The first sip always makes you choke Sweetest sound I ever spoke So bitter and so beautiful

[imyovna]

kimvjonghyun replied to your post “(I intended to come back to tumblr, but look at me. Hah. I might do my...”

If you leave... Let's keep in touch, though :(

I’m not sure if I can do it....having had this account for three year, it would be hard to drop it all. I’ll figure something out, maybe being active feels right this time. Hope dies last, right? ;;

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what lies beyond.

he blames his father.

( they all do. )

“i may owe people some money.”

“how much?”

“a relatively huge sum,” ron responded in his usual drunken stupor, swaying side to side from where he stood. the beer bottle in his hand acted as a permanent prop, almost like an extra limb. “relatively,” he repeated, both index fingers raised in a futile attempt to keep everyone from commenting on yet another horrible decision his own children would have to make up for.

the first punch was thrown - by lance, the eldest male of the yoon litter, knuckles landing square in their father’s jaw. terry was kind enough to pull his brother back, only to regret that decision later on when he found himself tied and bonded in someone’s goddamn car. 

terry isn’t the least bit afraid of the dark,although the thought of what lies beyond does send a little chill up his spine. especially when monsters are tangible beings with ironically soothing voices, and warm breaths brushing against perpetually bruised skin. they’re all he can gather from being temporarily blinded. it’s the mania talking, he tells himself, a small reminder when he feels the adrenaline mixing with the lithium in his bloodstream - all heightened senses and urge to fight.

oddly enough, terry’s got his hopes up despite his lack of ammunition (or weapon as a whole). rotc combat training could only be so useful if he managed to move his fucking hands or arms or feet. a finger twitches with the desire to reach out for something. in this neighborhood, maybe his seventeen year old sister is right to carry around a shiv, but his heavily and constantly sedated mind could barely grasp the reigns on reality alone. the task is simple, he mentally notes: don’t do or say anything that may get you killed. knowing the extent of his mouth and train of thought, however, he may as well get shot in the foot.

some people are just so lucky.

( not to get shot in the foot. )

sure, choose to kidnap the nutjob.

“listen, dude,” he starts, casual despite his heart’s painful attempt to leave the confines of his chest. “i’ve got a family of a hundred and one to feed. why don’t we just come to a compromise, and then be on our merry way.” there’s a contemplative pause as his ear grasp the sound of breathing. he adds, “who knows? we might even become the best of friends. if only you’d, you know, untie me.”

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» RESUMPTION ! — ( ;continued from here. ) » with @kimvjonghyun

» MESSAGE ! — Heartbeat » Watch your mouth, Jonghyun. Are you fine and unharmed, though? I worried about you all the time. It's okay, love. You know I follow you everywhere, right? No matter where you are is my happiness. I will follow you to the end of this world and back again, to hell and heaven. I don't care if different walls surround us each week. All I care about is that I'm with you. This is the only thing that matters.           The siren let out a soft sigh whilst she rolled on her back on top of her lover's bed. The most comfortable clothes hugging her petite and thin frame and the phone was nestled in her own hands. She didn't like it when Jonghyun cursed so much. The rest however – she was fine. She wouldn't blame him for the blood on his hands. She had even more in her own mouth. And perhaps it was the danger that had attracted her from the first day on she had met him. What aroused her in a strange way. What had turned him into an addiction for her? The reason she had never dared to kill him – or even tried it. The human had tamed the beast with her long ivory fangs and claws. » MESSAGE ! — Heartbeat » I will sing it for you. Only you. Over and over again until you are tired of it, my love. And I will absolutely demand kisses after it! You must be tired. When are you home? I can run a bath for you. Or for both of us. Before we need to leave again let's enjoy a calm evening, okay? Don't apologise. You don't have to. I'm happy because I have you. And excuse me – I am bored and you create more chaos than four people. You make sure I have to clean something all the time :P How about you are going to be my distraction? Just undress and I know how to cure my boredom, babe ;)

[yembugi]

Little Squirtle! Can you offer a ticket to your oppa? I think he deserves one!

Oppa, of course you can! I managed to snag some from manager unnie, so I’ll ask her to give you one! Are you excited? Will you hold my fan banner, too?!