#seongxjiwon

[seongxjongin]

"Don't look at me like that."

Jongin continued staring at the female in front of him with the strange look still on his face. “So let me get this straight. You want me to attend a party that your parents are throwing while wearing something like that?” He questioned as he motioned towards the black and white tuxedo that she was holding out towards him. “How can I not look at you like this when you request something like that? First of all, I don’t like wearing clothes like that because they’re uncomfortable and I always feel like I’m suffocating when wearing tuxedos. I already have to wear them to award shows, so why should I agree to wear one to some party that your parents are throwing? Second of all, why do I have to be your date to the party? Don’t you have someone else that’s more fit for those types of things to go with?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, an eyebrow raised. “You know that parties like that aren’t really my style especially when I have to interact with other rich people. Also, would your parents be alright with me even showing up at the party when we’ve never really met before?” Jongin asked as he stared at her. While growing up he had never been one to really enjoy attending such fancy events like that even when his own dad would throw parties and invite his wealthy friends. Jongin found them very boring to attend and always found himself off to the side wishing for the time to speed up so he could leave and get away from all of the business talk that they usually did. What was the point of even throwing an event when all they would do was talk about business matters, something that didn’t interest Jongin in the least bit. He’d rather be at clubs because for him that was more his type of thing. In the end though he ended up giving in as he took the tuxedo out of Jiwon’s hands and narrowed his eyes. “This will be the first and last time I do something like this. Next time find someone else who actually enjoys standing around talking about boring business matters.” He gave her a slight smile before ruffling her hair, knowing that she wouldn’t get angry at him for doing it because they had known each other for quite a while.

[seongxjiyong]

lol, try weheartit o u o

 [[ isn't it the same o w o? I'll probably just go back to good old google. otl.  ]]

[seongtuan]

Move Your Body | Mark ★ Jiwon

On a Saturday night, Mark and his brothers had planned the day before to head over to a popular club not too far from the University. Each brother in the frat house had been so busy with their own thing that it was time to do some bonding and what better way was to hit the dance floor and get some drinks? 

9:05 PM

Mark finished up his shower and walked to his closet to find something 'spiffy' to wear. Grabbing a simple white button up and black slacks, he threw them on and made sure to leave two undone. He then quickly dried and styled his hair to his liking until satisfied. Snapping on his watch, the male grabbed his other necessities and headed out to the car with his brothers. Their car was filled with laugher and inappropriate jokes. Mark has not felt so stress free and excited in quite along time due to the constant studying and now, he couldn't wait till they arrived at their destination.

The three cars parked not to far from the club itself and all headed over to the entrance. Due to connections, the men did not have to wait in the long line and was immediately granted access. "We've got the suite booth so no worries." The men then entered the loud and crowded club and immediately headed over to their booths. "Chicks and drinks tonight." One of his brother's immediately began searching for a girl to his liking and headed out once he spotted one. 

One by one, they began to disappear, leaving him and another brother in the booth by themselves. "Aren't you going to go dance?" Mark took a sip of his drink and shrugged his shoulders. "Probably but maybe later. Hyung. That girl over there is looking at you." He immediately pointed her out and quickly, Mark was left alone in the booth. The male then sat by himself for the next 15 minutes ordering and downing a couple of shots himself before spotting a certain female on the dance floor. He began to feel the alcohol get to him but the way she moved to the beat of the music still somewhat captivated him and left him in awe. He observed her for quite sometime until she caught him eyeing her. Mark formed a smirk on his lips and downed one last shot before slowly heading over to the dance floor. 

She can definitely move..

[seongxjiyong]

running man ! jiyong » jiwon

Jogging was nothing Jiyong really did with pleasure. For him it was bothersome and actually pretty boring to run in circles or running along the streets where everyone could watch you. He was rather in the dance studio with his friends and tried out new dance moves. It was something he loved to do and the only moments when he actually forgot his past. Unfortunately today the dance studio was closed due to maintenance works, but non the less the boy wanted to exercise so there was nothing he could actually do then going out for a jog. Of course he could've asked the teachers or the principal to use the gym but he didn't want anyone else from the campus seeing him or even get involved into his life. Jiyong only wanted to study, to finish it and to get to work. Eventually starting to help those children from the ghetto's in the end, telling them they could get out of there, but he wanted to do it on his own. Not with anyone's help, not with anyone thinking they know him better than he does.

Jiyong changed his clothes to a comfortable tank top and simple shorts before he made his way outside and started to jog immediately. Even tho the music thudded loudly in his eyes, he already found himself at the point where he'd rather go back to the university to sleep again, because apparently sleep was feeling a lot better than running around. Just in the moment that he wanted to turn around, he saw a girl jogging not too far away from him. Being the loner he was he would've really gone back, but it opposed the playful mind. He grinned as he easily got closer to her before he murmured a quiet "to your left" before he speeded up again to get another lap done.

If he was honest with himself, he really didn't know why he did that. To tease her? Most likely. To prove that he was faster? Rather not. To prove himself that he still had a great condition even tho he couldn't go to train as much as he used to? Eventually. To simply have fun? Rather not. To kill the boredom? Yeah. That probably was the reason why he did it. Of course the fact that he could tease someone and then simply run away, because he knew he was faster, thanks to the illegal activities in his childhood.

Soon enough he approached that girl once again, with another quiet whisper "to your left" he turned out to slightly run faster afterwards. Not because he was scared to be caught, not because he wants to tease that girl or anything, simply because he really couldn't take more of human contact than that. It was gross to him, how he behaved but non the less the fun, he had when he saw the girl trying to get faster to close up to him, was so intense that he even found himself laughing after getting far enough away that she wasn't able to hear him. It was one of the rare moments, when he didn't laugh because of dancing or singing.

[ex-seongdara]

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

With nothing but an Astronomy textbook in hand, Dara wanders down a corridor on her way back to the dorms. The hallways are all empty; it is after all, seven thirty pm on a Friday night. The only reason Dara herself is still walking back from the classrooms is because she’d accidentally left her textbook in the classroom earlier that day. 

Something disturbs the silence and Dara pauses mid-stride, cocking her head to the side so as to hear more clearly. It sounds as though someone’s crying. The girl follows the sound round corner after corner, until she finally happens upon the source, standing near a large window looking down on the quad. She recognises the other girl as a fellow junior… Jiwon? Kim Jiwon, that was her name, right?

Dara’s not sure she’s ever spoken more than two words to the other girl - probably a “thank you” or a “good morning” or an “I’m sorry” - Kim Jiwon just seemed on a whole other level to Dara. In terms of social status, in terms of popularity, in terms of confidence… but Jiwon’s proudness is nowhere to be seen now and Dara feels the urge to run over and hug her from behind.

She settles for rubbing a hand on the other girl’s back and offering her a tissue. Dara wonders just before she does so whether Jiwon might lash out at her or be upset to be caught in such a state, but thankfully, nothing of the sort happens. Dara doesn’t feel the need to pry or really say anything at all; she is a little curious to know what has Jiwon so upset, but she doesn’t want to upset her any further. She just sits with Jiwon in silence until the sobs subside.

The next time she sees Jiwon in class, they don’t speak of what happened in that hallway, but somehow Dara feels a lot closer to her.