#rkdujun

[rkgray]

⚽ captain tsubasa 2.0 ⚽

@rkdujun

moving forward, running, faster, higher, a defender from the right and from the left, passing to another player from the same team, the goal in front. the ball kept rolling from one side to the other, nobody wanted to give up on scoring a point for their team. the will to win filled the air, bathed in sweat players kept on rushing behind the ball, and gary did the same. 

when he looked to the side he noticed a fellow team member, dujun who was after the ball as well. then he looked in front again, locked his eyes on his target. he sprinted forward and managed to steal the ball from the opponent and passed it over to his buddy. “dujun, go!” 

[rkness]

caffeinated ` jsy & ydj

< * @rkdujun >

she jumps around from place to place. while she normally frequents the same coffee-shop, she usually offers a performance at other places too, to get her name out there. the same crowd over and over won’t do much for spreading her name, so she tries other options. coming to this one had been a good idea, and having her perform this very nice was wonderful in itself.

entering the place, she bows her head with a small hello, adjusting the bag with her guitar in it over her shoulder. she glances around, then checks her watch stoutly. she’s still got plenty of time before she’s scheduled to go on. sic yawns a bit, lifts her hand to rub her eye as she makes her way to the counter, sliding into one of the stools as she awaits for the barista. she smiles small at him, murmuring a hello as her eyes flicker to the menu.

“can i have an iced latte? with cream and sugar. a lot of it, please. my sweet tooth is killing me today.” she leans her forearms against the counter, tilting her head to the side as she brushes her hair behind her ear. her fingers tap on the counter. “i should also have some sort of caffeine in me before i go on.” her tongue pokes against the inside of her cheek. “i’m the performer that’s scheduled to go on! by the way. you didn’t ask, but i figured i should tell.” her tone is full of nonchalance. “the name’s sic! good to meet ya.”

[rkcheri]

comfort

         〈 INCOMING CALL … ⇨ ‘ 오빠 THAT CARES TOO MUCH’   〉

                                            ↪   calling ...

°〔   the phone rings, and rings -- and rings; it’s that small dispense of doubt that clouds her mind, eases in anxious nerves that have her tapping fingers against the soft curve of her jaw. it’s one of the rare nights she’s alone in her apartment, too few days she doesn’t see rome as often -- though she’s sure she’s bound to see him in a few hours or so. it’s also one of those days where phones are attended to, fingers dialing a familiar number and she waits for an evermore familiar timbre, a deeper one unlike her own. a sigh falls from her lips as she continues to hear the line ring, and ring. maybe he was busy, she starts to think. maybe this wasn’t a good time, is another; maybe --   〕 oppa, hello?

〔 you are not the only one • @rkdujun 〕

[rkjeonghan-blog]

shaking fingertips. // ( dj / jh )

@rkdujun

as long as they were getting paid, baristas weren’t supposed to care. this wasn’t a bar, and caffeine wasn’t alcohol. at least, that was what jeonghan liked to believe whenever it was one of his cramming sessions. not even halfway through his third caramel latte, he was in like ordering his fourth cup of coffee, this time an iced american. he’s been here four hours.

jeonghan wasn’t new to this cafe. in fact, he knew the name of the barista. jeonghan spent a lot of time here - hours upon hours of poring over his laptop screen, eyes dry from the cold air, the bright light, and the caffeine. a concoction for chaos. jeonghan felt like he was about to drop dead from the lack of sleep. maybe he shouldn’t have taken another freelance job, but he needed the extra money for his impulsive in-game purchases.

“iced americano,” he muttered at the counter, taking out his wallet. “can you add an extra shot of espresso?” he considered bringing an iv drip, ask it to be filled with coffee instead. he saw himself earlier, in the glass doors just before entering the cafe. disheveled hair, dark bags under his eyes carrying the weight of the world. 

“and sugar,” he quickly added, almost like an afterthought. “like nine packets.”

[kikwangrk]

chased ;

( ✉ → sms )  [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ]

( ✉ → sms ) ok so you know how i sent you that selfie of me peeing on a cop car?

( ✉ → sms ) burn your phone! and if anyone asks, i have a twin brother names miguel

@rkdujun

[rkkangjoon]

.impact

rkdujun:

It was a normal day, a time for him to relax and rewind, deciding on fresh air, Doojoon headed for the park to stretch out his tired legs from his previous shift in the cafe. It was fun to make and serve coffee, but of course it took a toll on him. You weren’t exactly allowed to sit down unless you were on break and the constant dash from the counter to the glasses was already a lot and at the end of the shift, his feet was usually killing him. It was a peaceful day. It was a good day. But he wasn’t really counting on what was about to happen next.

He was walking towards a certain spot when suddenly a stranger tackled him and the next thing he knew he was on the floor, a fist coming right at him. He groaned, struggling to push the guy off, his face turning into another direction when the punch hit, his vision going out for a split second. “Fuck! Y-yah!” He tried to push the other off, shielding his face as more punches came flying his way. One arm lifted to cover his face, the other tried to grab hold of his shirt, his feet trying to get in a position that would give him enough leverage to push this guy off of him.

Crowds started to pool around them, others seeming to enjoy the brawl and even had their phones in their hands and videoing or taking photos of what was happening.

Kang Joon didn’t cared about the crowd around them, he just had his bright eyes fixated at the man underneath him. Even though he wasn’t as broad built as his hyungs, he was quite tall and thus pretty heavy. He felt that guy under him struggle to push him off, but he kept the other caged with his long and strong legs, while his left hand had pinned the other’s right shoulder down. But when he wasn’t paying attention, as his rage made his vision blurry, he was pushed aside and stumbled back. 

His breath started to become irregular, and his body shoke in excitement. It had been a while since he had been part of a streetfight. The male straightened his back and stared at his opponent. “You’ll pay for what you did in the past.” Having just one opponent was a pretty rare situation for Kang Joon, but he didn’t mind. That guy was enough for him to take out his full arsenal of skills. Today was bill day. He wouldn’t ever forget again. 

As he examined the other’s face, that face he had hated for so long and had promised to himself to never forget it, seemed a little different from what he remembered. But the memories were from long ago, there was no way he was able to remember every single detail. 

Actually he didn’t know what he should do about that guy, just giving him a bleeding nose wouldn’t be enough, but Kang Joon was struggling with himself. He didn’t wanted to ever go down that path he had walked on for a long time, just fighting without mercy, he now had people who cared for him and loved him. He had to stop himself, but when he looked at these hateful eyes, he couldn’t help but to come onto the other once more. 

[rkkangjoon]

.impact

@rkdujun

a mild autumn day invited kang joon to go on a walk with his cute gomu and a friend of his. while they were talking about cherry tomatoes, the doggy run around as good as he could, trying to catch falling leaves. the red and yellow of the dying leaves shone brightly in the faint sun, as the wind blew them lightly far away. it was a peaceful day and kang joon had fun to discuss with a friend, he hadn’t seen for a while since their work kept them busy. 

behind some trees a male appeared, and there was nothing wrong about it. kang joon and his friend started to approach without hesitation, a stranger who was passing them wasn’t something off. at least he thought like that, until he walked closer, and caught a better look at the man he just stepped towards to. kang joon halted at once. that face. he knew that face. it was the face of the man who had ruined his friendship. he was to blame for his past loneliness. “could you take care of gomu for a moment. i have to clear up something.” 

straightening his back, he put on a spurt, making a fist with his right hand and jumped into the other. as the impact of his jump knocked both of them over, kang joon somehow managed to roll back and throw himself on the other to punch his fist into the other’s face. the rage began to take over and he just let it control his actions. it didn’t matter to him. people like him didn’t deserve better. 

[exrkeunji-blog]

Chat Talk || Eunji & Doojoon

@rkdujun

It had not been a good day for Eunji gaming wide. The people she would normally play League with couldn’t join her and the ones that she got randomly were full of salt and didn’t play well what so ever. So an evening with bad gaming led to an Eunji slumped over in her gaming chair debating on if she should just go to bed early or not.

She sighed, clicking through some random websites, trying to figure out what to do when she looked over to her chat window seeing a familiar screenname online.  Opening up a new window, she grinned as she typed to the person on the other end.

eunjiganksu: hey DJ! eunjiganksu: you’re on kind of late, huh?  eunjiganksu: was going to go to bed, but you’re on, so bothering you is more fun