#myeontos

[jichvx]

{ @myeontos continued from x } 

“Im fine, Im fine” His words were gentle but the dismissing wave of a single hand spoke more finitely. It still hurt, but even so, Junmyeon stubbornly scooted himself off the emergency room examining table. The truth was, the reason he had come rushing to the hospital at such an ungodly hour, 4 am to be exact, was because he had made a grave mistake. As of late with such hectic schedules, his room had become even more dirtier than usual. Actually, it was more a volcanic explosion of his things rather than an actual mess. Piles of dirty clothes, stacks of books, clumps of used napkins as well as rolls of even clean socks all littered his dorm room floor. Coupled with a mid-sleep bathroom break, there were no letters that could spell disaster better than mess. So he had tripped onto the floor and hit his nose. Really hard. So hard it bled. Then on the way to the restroom to plug the ordeal and take an aspirin from the resulting headache, he had banged his foot on the stack of books, slipped again on the roll of socks, and gotten tangled in a bloody mess in his pile of dirty clothes. Every inch of his overworked body ached. If it hadnt been for the dog-like ears of his manager, he might have not made it, he was sure. “Thank you for healing me nurse. I am very grateful. Now, can you repeat what you said again about managing stress?”

She stood by, peering at him with concern as he tried to move off of the table. During her internship she had met many stubborn patients who refused to listen to instructions- and from her experience those decision only had two possible results. One, they managed themselves perfectly fine and don’t face more consequences, or two...they face much worse injuries or pain, extending their period of recovery.At first she tried not to argue with those patients, however after seeing how bad the results could be, she couldn’t help but worry each time.  The brunette couldn’t judge which one of those he would be, he seemed to be in the grey area. Jisoo made sure he was fine before shaking her head as she looked over the clipboard again. “Don’t pile everything up.” She paused to glance at him. “I mean the stress not your clothes...I’m sure it’s a busy time for you right now but you need to know when you have take a break. In those moments, please do something you find relaxing or satisfying to alleviate the stress, because right now you are significantly lacking sleep and you are not in a good shape.” Jisoo placed down the clipboard and sighed lightly. “You can not work to the best of you abilities if you keep this up. You need a rest Junmyeon-ssi.” 

[inwolvesteeth]

❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞

“well– duh.”

he stabs one of his chopsticks into the meat still cooking on the grill, watching as it tips over and almost falls out of place. the concept is not entirely foreign to him. work is neither a stranger nor a friend; just a way of living that he does with a gentle soul and rough knuckles. perhaps this is out of habit, or regret, but he glances at the scars on his hands and sinks a little further into his seat and bites down harshly on his bottom lip. it’s comforting to make himself seem smaller than he actually is. jungkook may be all muscle and height, but in his heart, he’s just some kid trying too hard to be an adult. even though his birthday has passed, he doesn’t feel any closer to adulthood. the weariness and dullness of age is strange. jungkook never questions it. he never thinks of it either.

“you would like, die. or something. ain’t like death is the worst thing ever but it sure as hell ain’t good either.” he frowns, pulling his chopstick out of the sizzling meat. the tip of it didn’t burn as he expected it to. “ah, hyung, you tryna tell me somethin’ ? I do work, y’know. i’m not some freeloader.”

[lvlvna-blog]

[ @myeontos | ☾ ]

“Ohoh. Is this the latest line to your newest title track?” A small smile appeared on his face as he looked up from his pad of paper that he had been writing on. “I would say that I am impressed except I need to hear it with melody and four walls of surround sound. Shall we head to the vocal training room?” 

Luna nodded eagerly. “Yes, it is! It’s a wonderful song and the dance is so awesome too. Wanna see a sneak peek?” She grinned, purposely dancing a small part of Suho’s part. “Amazing~!” Giggles couldn’t help but spill from her lips when he played along with her. “Mhm. Let’s go! I can show you more of my newest title track!”

[joongin-blog1]

KakaoTalk Log 준면 ⇀ 종인

from : @myeontos​

[ KKT : 종인 ] 아니, 나는 국수를 먹었다. 배고프 니?

[ KKT : 종인 ] 너 어디야? 

 [ KKT : 아빠 ] ㄴㄴ ..저는 밥을 하나도 안 먹었어요

 [ KKT : 아빠 ] 나는 밖에 별로 나가고 싶지 않아~  집에 갈거야

[shuqas-archive-blog]

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It was quite a scene Yoongi had right in front of his eyes. He was barely able to focus on the actual stage performance when a rather known figure moved his body in sync with the music, dancing to the choreography like a pro. It was undeniable the amusement he had stamped on his face even though a wave of embarrassment made it difficult to stand behind the older male’s shadow. He didn’t promptly reply at the moment the latter apologized, however, Yoongi tugged a half smirk before he took a couple of steps ahead until he actually stood beside the other. “I didn’t know you could move like that, hyung.”

[sahreum-archive]

🎊

»CHRISTMAS STARTERS.«

🎊: Our muses attend a Christmas party!

     The Christmas party was spontaneous to Ahreum– she didn’t know much about it, and she had little time to prepare a gift for the exchange. When the astronomer arrived at the door to the complex where the party was being held, Ahreum found that she wasn’t the only person outside waiting for accepted entrance. She had seen the stranger’s face before, though it didn’t occur to her where from, and she thought it’d be rude to ask. Instead, she decides to initiate an introduction. She bows the other in greeting, a smile making its way onto her face. “Hello, I’m Ahreum. Are you here for the Christmas party as well?” 

[xpurinarchive]

myeontos:

“Why does that sound like a flavor of ice cream?” He lets out a small controlled laugh and then eyes her. “But on a serious note I agree with you completely. It has been very rocky and very rough.” His gaze averts for a second and he turns solemn, nodding. It had been quite a rough year for him too. However, he quickly looks back to her with all the cheer set in his face. “Hey! Lets not think about the bad things right now, hm? I actually have a question I’d like to ask you.”

"I think you're thinking of rocky road ice cream oppa," she laughs along with him, he was right, maybe she had ice cream on the brain when she was speaking. “I hope the next year is better... Not long until 2017, I think I’m worried for how that year is going to go too,” her lips form into a small pout as a look of concern washed over her, but seeing the male’s expression she began to mirror it, smiling up at him. “Oh a question for me? Ask away!”

[kyungsoomd]

AU: 형!¹⁶¹¹²³

@myeontos 

As far as Kyungsoo is concerned, this was going to be a long day for him and the crew. With a series of promotional events arranged for ‘My Annoying Brother’ prior and subsequent to this one, time had become a luxury he couldn’t afford to waste.

Late afternoon, a series of text messages are left on the leader’s mobile device with minutes apart from each one. 

( ✉ → 준면 )
 ( sms ) I went out earlier since my manager told me to avoid the traffic and to meet with the events coordinator along with the cast members prior to the event. 
 ( sms ) I left the VIP pass on the dinner table this morning. Please tell me you found it. I picked out the nearest seat I could get. It’s getting chilly already so I suggest wearing a coat. ( sms ) I’m at the venue already. Where are you now?

With his back leaned against a reclining seat with a piece of paper that had the letters ‘D.O.’ printed in bold fonts, he sighed to himself. Sneaking a peek at his phone’s screen while the make up artist tried her best to mask the dark circles under his eyes and the faint marks over his right cheek was a difficult task. He wasn’t in the position to complain despite how his eyes were straining to read the short sentences in his inbox. If he were to choose, he would’ve disregarded such steps and went out already together with his co-stars. But choosing to make a living in this industry instigated mandatory changes on how he looked whenever he stepped out of a door, no matter how tired he was or how unnecessary he thought such preparation could be.

“The front line’s already jam-packed?” He asks with a hint of surprise as he eavesdropped on the make up artist’s conversation with another staff member. They weren’t supposed to stir up some noise at this hour. There was still nearly an hour to go. Wide eyes look at him, wondering to whom he addressed the question to but ended up having both heads nodding at the same time, explaining that groups of fans and representatives of the media are present and waiting. 

 “Let me see!”