#typicaljisung

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highway to hell w. @typicaljisung @0hw3llw0rld @steadycompass

to no one's surprise, lucas has, once again, found himself in deep shit. the damage this time? miyeon's scraped knees. and sprained wrist. among several other small wounds that are the direct result of him not calling out GOT IT! on the volleyball court. ( really, out of all the other instances where shutting the fuck up would've helped him, lucas chose to do so then. )

which brings him here—to the seat where jisung and miyeon have already settled in. it only takes a glimpse at miyeon's wrist to twist him all up. god, he feels so bad.

"you heard me." lucas tries to be casual about it. that is, if propping up an arm over the seat in front of the pair while sporting a ( suspiciously ) tight smile can be classified as casual. "i wanna sit with miyeon. so move." there's definitely a better way to go about this, but jisung knows him so lucas isn't fussed about formalities.

( and if something happens—well, at least micah's in the vicinity. )

[0hw3llw0rld]

traditions with @typicaljisung miyeon and jisung are back home for the summer holiday

miyeon wasn't always about traditions, but she was quick to adapt. her mother was always busy growing up and it wasn't really until she met jisung's father that things slowed down and began to change. for the better really, despite any ups and downs they have had, she can't ever say she regrets anything. including this little tradition jisung's dad- their dad, brought in when they became family.

its been around ten years now that they have a chunk of their summer break fixing the house. some painting here, a new cupboard there, bulbs, cleaning, you name it, miyeon and jisung have done almost everything possible to give their living space a bit of a new life. this year was no different. if anything, she was just as excited as always when the time was nearing for them to head back home a while and help their dad round the place. she gets a bit annoying about it probably, talks more about going home, eating home cooked food and spending time with their parents watching movies at the end of their days spent working.

today would be no different as they were tasked to pain the kitchen walls and swap a few handles. nothing they haven't done before, but it still feels nice, miyeon loves it "can you pass me the bucket?" she asks, pointing to the sage green bucket near jisung's feet. her tray was running empty really. they had decided that it would be best for jisung to get the top edges of the walls, as he was taller and only needed the chair while miyeon would have needed a decent ladder to step on, and she took the bottom edges. keeping things nice and tidy. it was soft, and very heartwarming that they have been doing his for so long, she doesn't ever want it to end "thanks-" she starts, turning around to face jisung and a wide grin pulls on her lips "you have sage green on your cheek you know? how did you do that-" she asks, can't help but laugh, waves him over, down to her level on the floor.

[0hw3llw0rld]

reverie with @typicaljisung yeonchella, day3

she's just managed to get out of her shift at the kissing booth and is still debating if boing in two sports clubs will be worth the emberrasment she had to endure during some encounters. not that it mattered really, she's probably is putting too much thought into it but it was whatever. she was on her marry way to pick up jisung and head to the main stage to watch some perfromances that she was personally looking forward to.

she's running late, by a few minutes, but she sees her brother before he sees her and she speeds up her step. "hey-" miyeon starts, almost colliding into jisung but manages to save it, taking his hand into hers and tugging him without missing a step "baekhyun is about to perform, we need to hurry otherwise we will have to shove through the crowd." she explains, voice raised high enough to be heard over the buzzing of the crowd of students. she's excited, so so excited, she can't stop smiling, her face might split in two actually, but she doesn't put much thought into it.

she's still dragging jisung by the hand, pulling him closer and closer as the crowd was getting thicker and thicker towards the stage "if we get lost, just meet up at the kissing booths yeah?" miyeon tells him, but they are so close together now and squished in the crowd that it felt impossible to be separated.

[0hw3llw0rld]

miyeon, 🏠 — Something that made you feel at home.

miyeon is about 15 when she comes back home to an entry way full with shoes and only her slippers waiting for her. it's a small things, really, but for her who who was left alone by her mum as soon as she was able to take care of herself, having an entry way filled with shoes wasn't common. her mum would wear the same shoes to go to work and miyeon herself has a pair of school shoes she would wear till they got small and would get a new pair of a similar kind. so it's different, nowadays, living with more people - with jisung and his their dad. it's hard to navigate, she can't lie, but the entry way filled with shoes of different people and slippers missing meant she was coming back to a house filled with people. she was really coming back home.

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the greatest past - september 2024 starter for lee jisung ( @typicaljisung )

it only took three days.

soojin was never the patient kind and her last conversation with jisung left a bitter taste in her mouth. something yucky that she'd tried and spat out so quickly. that's what that day had been and although she agreed to whatever it was that she agreed to, she isn't noble enough to keep her word. she is done looking at her phone and all the times he's left her on read. she's already on campus anyways so might as well do something about it.

she packs up her stuff from where she was sitting on the grass. she is supposed to be designing a set for her next project but her mind and heart are only plagued by the way jisung looked as he said needed space. she looked at him face to face and it was as if his eyes shifted with disconnect from the words he was spouting, a scene she couldn't get out of her head. with a sigh, she hauls her bag and moves towards nuri hall, sending a text to jisung in the process. doesn't matter if she announces her presence or not anyways, she'll pound at his door if she has to.

clearly, she didn't think this through. all her logic flies out the window once she's decided on something anyways. though she doesn't live in the dorm, she enters the building with ease and navigates the hall like she knew it from the back of her hand, might as well be, from the all the times she spent coming here anyways.

she finds jisung's room quickly, and stood by the door for a minute of two. she decides that she's going to knock her hardest just to see if he'll come to the door sooner. soojin raises her hand, throwing her whole body and energy towards the door when it suddenly swings open.

"fuck-" is what she says as she stumbles in.

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you can rest here cast and plot: lee jisung ( @typicaljisung ) and heo yujin having a moment after that happened.

yujin’s used to seeing people fight—he grew up listening to his parents scold him and his brother, even worse heard both of them argue when he would wake up in the middle of the night for a glass of water or to sneak off to the bathroom.

he’s also used to the uncomfortable silence that comes after those moments, when the adrenaline dies down and his father tells everyone to “let it go” in that stern, firm voice that wasn’t quite a yell, but wasn’t gentle in the slightest in how he’d raise his volume ever so slightly.

he’s used to it.

but that doesn’t make experiencing it any more comforting.

when micah got up from their seat with a quick mumble to him, he turned around in his seat to take a peek at what was going on. and then he almost immediately wish he didn’t, because it was hard to tear himself away from watching some of the people closest to him fight.

then there was the blunt thud of punches being thrown. he squeezed his eyes shut, pressed himself into his seat with his bag squishing against him, and tried to ignore it—all of it.

he doesn’t know when it happens, he doesn’t even realize exactly how long it’s been since he started blocking it out, but he feels the seat cushion underneath him sink down and it makes his eyes open again immediately to look at who’s next to him.

jisung.

he looks… honestly, he looks pissed. yujin doesn’t know what to say—whether saying something will make it worse or help him, and hell, even if he did know what to say, does he himself even want to speak right now?

(the answer, evident in the way he was still gripping his bag to stop himself from shaking from fear, was obviously no. if he tried to even talk, yujin’s pretty sure it would come out as just a spiral of stuttering incoherently.)

so he decides to stay quiet—let the uncomfortable silence speak for itself.

but with a slightly still trembling hand, he remembers how he was watching an episode of an anime—well, half-watching, half-teasing micah about the very guy sitting next to him now—and sits his phone closer to rest on both of their thighs.

he looks back over at him again, a hesitant look in his eye, worried if he was bothering him. but regardless, he holds out his own earbud to him to take, if he wanted.

you can rest here, if you want.

[andechoverie]

&& i want your things in my room

questionable decisions with @typicaljisung

it started with a suspiciously sweet drink and loud music at a club in itaewon that hwaseong (hayden--last night he only went by hayden) couldn't recall the name of, and ended in a 24 hour olive young with him swiping his (father's) black card for a total cost that shall not be repeated. a drunken adventure? maybe. but as hwaseong all but skipped his way to the first bus of the morning he couldn't help but think about the look on his brothers face when he sends photos later.

soon enough the still slightly drunk but almost on his way to hungover canadian was stumbling his way out of a subway station and towards the campus dorms. he needed to change into something that the hair bleach wouldn't ruin and also probably brush his teeth. not that jisung hasn't seen him after a night of poor decisions, but still he needs to seem sort of lucid.

a snack, a shower, and a change of clothes later (much much later as the sun was much higher by the time he exited his dorm building) hwaseong was headed to a familiar dorm.

[ MESSAGE SENT : 🦈 hyung : : heyyhey feel like skping classes 2day 🦈 hyung : : for smth super fun 🦈 hyung : : and not spur of the monent? 🦈 hyung : : pleasesayyes 🦈 hyung : : i may be already almsot to your dorm ]

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theory of motion ft. @typicaljisung

step one of getting laid—absolutely under no circumstance should one enlist the help of lucas liu as a wingman. case in point:

"haven't seen you around these parts," lucas muses, sliding into the empty space on the cute blonde's left. he motions at the bartender for a beer before turning to her, his eyes trailing ever so slightly—but not too far. she's not his catch tonight. "new in town? or solo trip?"

a bottle hits the countertop. the bartender cracks it open. lucas slides it over to her, all casual. "my buddy over there wanted to buy you a drink."

she narrows her eyes at him. "seriously?"

"yeah." he waves at jisung across the way, grinning as he does. "he's that cute guy with the cap. i know what you're thinking. why can't he just come over and talk to you? he's a lil shy, you see. takes a bit for him to warm up, 'specially when it comes to pretty—wait, sohui?"

"i'm not a whore you can pass around!" sohui—definitely sohui—shrieks, smacking him across the head with her purse. the chatter stops, the bartender abandons him, and sohui leaves with a resolute huff. well. shit.

lucas cradles his jaw, his face scrunched as he grabs the beer on his way back to jisung. "jesus fuck, ow. can you pick someone who's not trying to put me on a missing poster?" that's now two bars down and three unsuccessful attempts. lucas is starting to think that he's the common denominator.

he hands jisung the beer. touches his cheek where sohui's purse scratched. "am i bleeding? dude." he leans over the bar to squint at his reflection in the decorative wine bottles. he can't see shit. except for jisung drinking. "hey—how many have you had?"