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[daljaejoong]

‘be nice’ pmj & ltm

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the lighting is perfect and taemin’s last pose for the routine is spot on, and he’s thrilled and full of life and stardust and happiness—not something he gets very often anymore—but he and his crew have been doing this routine at 30 minute intervals, and that last run-through in front of the crowd was amazing. he’s really proud of himself and it takes all his effort not to burst into smiles until he gets off the stage, sweat clinging his hair to his forehead, his outfit too hot, his skin singing with every move he makes.

he spots a friend in the crown and waves to him, making his way over with the biggest, dumbest grin pulling at his lips. it’s good to be dancing in front of people like this again, hearing the applause, soaking up the congratulations. they smile at him and he smiles back surprisingly. he approaches minjae and runs a hand through his hair. “did you see it? what’d you think, what’d you think? i mean, not that i care about your opinion, but yknow…” he laughs.

[247xbora]

              NOW PLAYING for @parkminjae247 :                ▶ I Need You - K.Will                           “ I look at you as I walk and look again             I look at your hand, tightly holding mine         I let go of it and hold it again, smiling like a fool                    We were so small and happy “

[yijoo247-blog]

▶︎ million dollar man

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“Why do you dress like you’re going to a funeral?” Kihoon commented, scanning Yijoo from head to toe. 

She was told by her mom that she should dress more “prim & proper” for the dinner tonight. And without mulling over it as she usually did, she settled on an understated little black number that covered most skin except those mile long legs.

“Because I’m mourning the impending death of my freedom.” She deadpanned. Pushing past him and slipping into the town car waiting at the door. 

She wasn’t oblivious. The occasion wasn’t simply a relaxed gathering of two families like her parents claimed. They were trying to set her up with the CEO of PJJ Publishing. While they had never meddled in her personal affairs in the past, she knew they were just biding time, and she didn’t imagine the day would come so soon. She was only turning 25 this year for fuck’s sake!

Sure, it wasn’t like they wanted her to get married the next day, but the mere thought of she was beginning to be matchmade by the elders, signifying the end of her freedom was near, put her in a sour mood.

Sitting between her mother and her brother Kiseok in a Michelin-starred restaurant’s private room, eyes closed and manicured fingers drummed against the table-clothed surface, the girl’s displeasure and impatience were evident while they waited for the other party to show their faces. When the door swung open, she exhaled, bracing herself for what was to come.

[247jiyong]

— Smoky Talks

( — @parkminjae247 )

It could’ve seemed that Jiyong was blabbering non-stop, but when he was to speak up about whatever that might’ve been bothering him, then the words would hardly roll off his tongue. He would attempt to change the subject or laugh it off in order to immediately hide his nervousness that came with the idea of opening up to somebody. However, it was different with strangers. Somehow he didn’t mind sharing all those thoughts with them, the ones that had been piling up at the back of his had because he couldn’t find a proper listener or just didn’t want to burden anyone with the worries that had been haunting him. Like everyone, he hoarded secrets that were equally damning and there were plenty of nights he couldn’t remember thanks to alcohol, which also helped him in blabbering more than he should, it was questionable whether they were still such secrets.

Lately he met a guy about whom he couldn’t say much. Actually, he could only say what cigarettes he smoked as it was what brought them together at first. The inseparable part of their ashy meetings was having oddly sincere talks and the main — if not the sole — reason behind Jiyong’s openness with the man was the fact that they had never introduced themselves to one another and thereby were entirely unfamiliar with each other’s names. And it was an unspoken agreement they were both comfortable with.

Standing under a lit lantern, he toyed with a newly bought pack of Marlboros whilst waiting for his new buddy to show up. Upon noticing a masculine figure in the distance, his mouth lightly twisted and once the male’s features became easy to recognize, Jiyong greeted him with a wide grin. Hurriedly ripping the film off the pack, he opened it and held it out towards the taller male. “How have your lungs been doing?” Arching an eyebrow at him as he took out a cigarette for himself, he asked in utter facetiousness.

[247jiae-blog]

intellects

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“Long time no see, Minjae!” Jiae happily greeted her friend before taking a seat across from him at the table he was at. Of course, it hadn’t really been that long since she had last seen him. In fact, she was sure it had only been a few days since she had seen her high school friend last.

In high school, they had been known as members of the Decadent Intellectuals and from that whole group, some disappeared or she stopped talking to while others Jiae had kept in touch with. There was a point even when Minjae had gone overseas and even then, the two still kept in touch and sent emails to each other, informing the other about their daily mundane lives. 

She had always gotten along well with Minjae and she had watched him turn into the person he was today. Although he said and did some things that were questionable, Jiae didn’t hesitate to speak her mind about it all the while shrugging it off too. It was just simply how Minjae was.

“I didn’t keep you waiting too long, did I?” she said, knowing she had been running a tad late and she had rushed to send a text to inform him but she wasn’t sure how legible that text had been. “But listen, guess who I saw at Lush the other night? You’ll never believe it.”

[247xbora]

Something.

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Back in college, Bora met a guy from Harvard. Tall, handsome and a perfect gentleman. It was winter break and Bora wasn’t able to make any plans that time when her friend invited her to her brother’s apartment in Massachusetts. Her friend’s plan was to introduce Bora to the said brother as his brother promised to bring a friend for her to meet as well. Boredom made her pack her bags and buy her ticket. Taking a plane all the way to Boston and driving to Harvard. 

Everything was so different from back home and so Bora enjoyed the chance to travel and keep herself from being watched so closely by her father’s men. “Does he know we’re arriving?” She asked in English fluently, her pronunciation and diction having been perfected throughout the years with private tutors that kept her from wanting to get out of the house. “No. We’re going to surprise him.” Her friend tells her, simply showing Bora the exterior of Harvard as they drove around toward his apartment’s location. 

The night was falling slowly and no one was home when they arrived so they took the empty room and went downstairs to make dinner. Her brother was blond, tall and had beautiful blue eyes. That was what she noticed when he arrived. They exchanged a few greetings and behind him was more people. “We’re having a house party.” He excitedly told his sister and amidst the crowd stood a man. Tall, handsome and a perfect gentleman. The young man that her friend smiles broadly at. The introduction between them that Bora didn’t bother listening to as she heads over to the kitchen.

As the small house got crowded, Bora found herself standing in a small space near the kitchen door. Holding her red cup with beer, the music filling her ears and the sight of students around her age having fun. “House parties in Korea aren’t like this.” Shaking her head as a few Korean words slipped out of her lips. All she wanted was to have a private moment to herself. No one here would understand what she just said. “Oh, that punk. Making out with his girlfriend like that. Tch. I’ll have a boyfriend I can show off too! Someday.” She kept on mumbling under her breath. 

She felt bitter and childish. She was young and she easily envied happy couples. Someone was standing next to her but she didn’t pay him any mind. He wouldn’t understand her anyway. Sputtering Korean nonsense as she drank her beer. “You don’t understand me, right? Ha.” Glancing over the stranger, she realizes that his features don’t exactly match the rest of the crowd. He was looking at her and finally, it dawned her. He understood every word she had just said. So she wasn’t the only Korean in the room after all.

[daljaejoong]

‘icarus has nothing on me’ pmj & ltm

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“don’t cancel on your mother again,” says the voice on the other end of the line, before the click and dial tone of a hang up. taemin listens to the voice mail over and over as he sits with his back against the corner walls, his knees tucked up under his chin, his jacket hanging around his shoulders. he wishes he could disappear into the floor below him, wishes he could pretend to stop existing, but it seems there’s no escape from this.

he’s canceled his monthly weekend with his parents the last three times in a row and surprisingly enough, they finally seem to have noticed. his father has put his foot down, as it were, even though taemin can tell in his voice there’s very little determination in it. no persistence. he’s not that driven to see taemin again, and he knows his mother isn’t either. what’s the point of these monthly get-togethers? it’s not like either of them become happy to see him when he walks through the door—they always look the same; calm, cold, collected, and strangely distant. he wonders how they both live in that house together, he wonders if they act like that when they are alone together.

mostly though, he wonders how they’ve managed to remain pretty much the same, unfeeling monsters they’ve been since taeha went into the hospital.

he can’t do this anymore though. he can’t keep going in there and pretending like everything is even semi-normal, that things are okay. if he has to show up, he needs an ace card, something to shock them, something to break them out of this pointless, mind-numbing routine. he pauses a long moment, contemplating an idea, before dialing a number and running his hand through his hair. “minjae? hey are you busy this weekend? i really need you… i need a favor…”