#painterlyjongin

[abscndmant-blog]

-- @painterlyjongin }}

[ sms-bluelightning ] its later tonight yeah

[ sms-bluelightning ] its one of those rich people events

[ sms-bluelightning ] got a shirt that’s worth at least 50000 won?

[sms-bluelightning ] if not I have one you can borrow

[IM: Jongin] Of course I do who do you think I am [IM: Jongin] Should I be offended by that?

[prcternaturals]

        Daichi hadn't fed on anyone in over two days which led to an insane amount of power, mainly fueled by his desperation. Currently, the only sound that could be heard in the alleyway was the slurping of blood and the occasional dripping of rainwater. When he was sufficiently done he pulled away, a few drops of blood still staining his pale face as he glanced around with evil, red eyes. He spotted the figure of a male at the end of the walkway, growling slightly and taking a few steps closer to them. "You have a death wish, don't you?"

[mochijm]

@painterlyjongin

Jongin got up and walked over to the door next to his. He knocked once, twice and waited. He had just had a conversation with the other and he was pretty sure he was at home and not on a mobile device.

When the door opened Jongin grinned and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m here to give you that kiss.”

When he heard the knock he grinned to himself a little. He was fast. Though he didn’t have to walk that far so why was he even surprised?

He quickly went to open the door for the other. He carefully pulled the other male inside by his shirt before he gave his door a push so it closed behind them.

“I’m glad that you came. Now kiss me.” He said with a grin.

[crazyinlvv]

@painterlyjongin

She was in the bedroom trying to study while her boyfriend had his friends over. It was the usual by now, but the music didn’t let her study any longer so she decided to join them, also after being called over. Her boyfriend hands her a cup with some drink which she accepts, blinking at one of his friends they knew it wasn’t just the usual. Jiwon was completely different from her boyfriend, while he carried a heavy vibe she just seemed like someone too smily and soft. “I’m sure you guys are having fun. Are you sure it’s not a problem if I stay here?” She asked while sitting down and taking a long sip of the drink in her hand, it was rather sweet so she seemed to drink that without problems, little the girl knew she was being drugged in that exact moment by her own boyfriend. In the meantime she just seemed to get a little more giggly.

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— — ✦ aslan sat on the grass, phone on his hands as he looked through the pictures he had taken. he forgot his camera at home, so he had to settle for his phone to take pictures. he didn’t mind, though. the camera was good enough. but he wasn’t feeling it. there was something missing. lately he had found his inspiration slipping away from him. he needed a muse. 

[avoirlemalduquelquun-blog]

Sometimes, it’s nice to enjoy the finer things in life. You have to take a day and choose to be a little more… cultured. Kibum used to do this a lot; just walk around one of the art districts and hit up all of the galleries that had showings. Sometimes he’d watch plays and see live shows. He even thought about acting as a backup career.

It just got to be a little too expensive.

Right now, he’s doing fairly well. He’s not struggling for food, so he’s decided to visit some of his favorite places. It’s a good time of year, too. Everyone’s looking for new content.

He manages to find that pretty easily. There’s an event going on in Hyoja-dong featuring newer artists. The streets aren’t overly crowded, but there is a bit more bustle than he’s seen in the past. Nobody seems to notice the sun is slowly dissolving from the sky and making way for the stars.

The last set of double glass doors he pushes through at the end of his short tour leads him into another world of color. Well, mostly. The white walls and hardwood floors don’t do much for the atmosphere (he’s always had a problem with the clinical feel of some of these places), and the temporary nature of the event probably prohibited more permanent installations that would take up more than the average amount of space allotted.

But the paintings, oh god. They’re beautiful. His brain has a little trouble putting together the right words to describe the feeling. He takes a second to mentally hit save on the sign from the front door: Kim Jongin.

He wanders from canvas to canvas, admiring the detail. Then he looks up to find an equally beautiful man standing just outside of the flow of traffic in the room. Fantastic cheekbones, a little shy-looking.

Kibum moves again. He’s always been a little too friendly for his own good.

“Gorgeous, don’t you think?” He starts, sidling up to his new friend. He stops just a little short, because he’s not that kind of guy (he likes to give people their space until he knows them), and continues to survey the room. “I haven’t seen the name before, but I’ll definitely be looking out for it in the future.”

[abscndmant-blog]

-- @painterlyjongin }}

Jongin opened his mouth, lie ready to go, then thought the better of it. He closed his mouth with a click of his teeth and looked down at the ground.

“I wanna… I wanna find him. Crown.” he said after a beat. He started to pace back and forth from the nervous energy coursing through him.

“Ive been having dreams about him again.”

          The words put a rock in ROWAN’s stomach, and his heart immediately began to ache. Crown. That was a name he never wanted to hear again. A person he never wanted to be anywhere near JONGIN for the rest of his life. His jaw set, and it took him a moment to actually find his voice among the screaming thoughts.           “Why do you want to find him?” He asked, honestly a bit apprehensive of the answer. “You don’t need him. You know that, right?”

[abscndmant-blog]

-- @painterlyjongin:

“But who would hit a priest? Well I know you’re not actually a priest, but who would hit you? You’re so nice.” Jongin asked, already mentally cataloging the injury. He had some favors with his father and he would find out who hurt his friend one way or the other.

“You wanna put some ice on that and tell me the truth?” Jongin asked as he went to the freezer and got out a pack of frozen peas anyway. He wrapped it in a towel and brought it over to Rowan.

“Here.”

          The question was almost laughable. It was like the start to a bad joke. A demon and a wannabe priest walk into a bar.. “No one hit me, calm down.” He replied, attempting to shake his head but wincing in pain at the movement.           “I already told you the truth. Sometimes I’m clumsy and I get hurt. I deal with a lot of very fragile things. It just happens sometimes.” Here, ROWAN sighed. He took the toweled peas and pressed them against his already purple eye. “Don’t worry about it okay?”