#xm junmyeon

[bonemanip]

paradigms of human memory

he's gonna throw up.

he can already feel the acid burning in his sternum. the taste of swears and anger is sour in his mouth and his hands are sweaty, shaky; a cold shiver runs through him as he stares at himself walking down the street like there's nothing wrong, like it owns him.

minseok could swear that he stays out of trouble to the moon and back, but it wouldn't be true. and it wouldn't have anything to do with the foreboding feeling crawling up his spine. he doesn't have time for an analyzation of the situation, the crowd pushes him to the side, he loses sight of that face and he nearly climbs over people to make a path.

it could be a dream. it could be his imagination, he thinks as he weaves through a family of four and a stroller and finds nothing but nameless and unfamiliar faces. all the signs point to normal, but he doesn't unclench his jaw because this is the trippiest shit he has ever been a part of.

the word identity theft filters through his head, a news story gram was listening to the other and he almost laughs because this is a little too literal. minseok half-turns towards the other side of the street and spots a jaw that sees everyday in the mirror. he runs forward, hormones on attack mode and it takes everything he has not to unsheathe projectiles from beneath his skin.

he comes up to the side of the other man and pauses, in shock, but there's no running from this. not when they're using his fucking face. he shoves him toward the shadows of the building and he crowds in close, so that the other man can get a good long look.

"who the fuck are you and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

to-ma-to or to-mah-to? po-ta-to or po-tah-to?

(/confused) Joonmyun-hyung, you okay?

[xm-woobin]

Sand Castles // Woobin & Junmyeon

Woobin hates hospitals. 

He might be a child, only ten - almost eleven, he always says even if there’s a lot of time left for his birthday still, but it’s a way to make himself feel just a little older - and yet he has been visiting those places nonstop for the past six months. He has no idea about what’s wrong with him because no one tells him a single thing, but he knows it has to be something really bad. He can obviously see the scrutinizing look on his step-mother’s eyes and the worry in his father’s, but sometimes he thinks it’s not worry, but a hint of disappointment even if he has no idea what he’s done. He says to everyone who might want to listen to him that he is not a child  - although he is - and yet, when he is alone in his hospital room, with machines who’s noise hurts his ears, he still thinks that he wants his mom. He misses her, but he can’t say it out loud.

He looks into one of the monitors even if he doesn’t understand what they do or why they’re there. The sound is annoying and sometimes it makes him do funny things that he doesn’t understand and no one knows about. 

Woobin is convinced that the only reason he is there is because he’s been feeling really sick lately and his head hurts more often than not, his ears ring every now and then and sometimes, he loses balance. On bad days, he sees things blurry or mixes up colors.

Yesterday he told his step-mother that her green dress was pretty and looked good on her. It was true and sometimes he complimented the woman, even if he knew that she didn’t care much about him. She had smiled for once, but later on he could hear her comment the matter with his father and how strange “that child” was because the dress had never been green in the first place.

So when Woobin decides to rip off the little round “thingies” that are glued to his chest and jump off the bed, he is already determined to leave his bedroom and maybe go out on an adventure. He doesn’t know how because he is in a strange city and he wants to go back home, to his dark Eulsa, but by the look of it, his father intends to make him stay there for a while.

The floor is cold when his feet land on it and he squats down to look for the fluffy slippers that he was given and leaves the room clad in his blue pajamas, determined to be smooth and quick, passing through every corridor and leave the hospital without being caught.

Of course that his plan starts failing after he crosses the first corridor and he sees his endeavor crashing down when he has to scurry away and open a door to a random place to hide from two nurses that pass by. For a moment, he thinks he’s safe but there is a voice that startles him and he feels himself jump and press himself against the wall as if it would save him from the embarrassment. He looks at the boy in the small playground and feels his cheeks getting too hot for comfort, so he blushes until he’s red as a lobster and raises a hand to greet him awkwardly. “Sorry.” It comes out and it’s really the best he can do for now, even if he doesn’t need to apologize for being there.

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

【A Gospel Truth】【Joonmyun】

As the sun disappeared below the horizon of Heukyang City, the neon lights and bar signs came to life, as though making up for the lack of sunlight.

The advertising signs weren’t the only things that came out at night. One would think that after growing up and living in Heukyang (of all places) for most of their lives, one would know better than to let their guard down when walking outside just as it was getting dark.

So, how was it that Myungsoo found himself in this current situation? He had his back suddenly pressed against the stone wall of a darkening street corner, and something ominously sharp pressing a thin line of blood from his neck, rendering him unable to move.

It’s your money or your life, kid, take a pick.

Myungsoo could have laughed. This wasn’t how he wanted to die. If he didn’t give the mugger something valuable, he’d get his throat slit. If he handed over his money, he’d get stabbed anyway. He silently prayed for some sort of intervention to get him out of this.

It seemed that in no less than a split second later, his prayers were answered. There was a loud flurry of footsteps before the knife fell to the floor with a clang, followed shortly by a groan and a heavy thump.

"I… Thank you…?"

His voice was trembling…

[xm-yoonjo]

・Oops...

Crossing out another line in her daily to-do list, Yoonjo felt kind of happy to see she almost finished everything planned. Things did not always work out the way we imagined, so she really had a reason to be satisfied.

There was only one thing to be done. ‘Give Norweigan Wood’ back to Jihye’. Oh this book. She has been borrowing it from her friend for quite a long time. It was actually supposed to be returned to the owner a couple weeks ago, but she kept on forgetting.  

What time is it. The ginger looked for her phone and soon found it on the coffee table, not too far from the couch where she was enjoying the comfy feeling. It was not late, she could visit Jihye’s place and go home before it turned dark. Things seemed fine until Yoonjo remembered that she didn’t have Jihye’s phone number. Oh crap. How can she meet the friend without calling her? At the same time, Yoonjo didn’t want to postpone the task. She might forget it again.  

Going through contacts list in hope of happening to see a ‘Jihye’ somewhere, the ginger just ended up being disappointed.   

Maybe someone else can help. As the thought flashed, she immediately called another friend. A mutual one of Jihye and her.

“Hey Min Jun, you go to extra class with Jihye tonight right? I need you to give this book to her… hm, now. I’ll meet you in front of Whimoon High School alright. Bye.” She spoke as if it was a voice message and even hung up before hearing the other’s response. Min Jun was one of her close buddies, he wouldn’t mind. Others might be annoyed, except him. They were so used to that kind of call.

But she didn’t realise that it wasn’t her friend’s number. Dialing with looking was totally a mistake. It turned out to be a phone call to a complete stranger. And unfortunately, Yoonjo had no idea about the situation. 

[onceupona-nichkhun]

This Again...Ready?

What was the reason for doing this again? Nichkhun was not all that sure, but it became a sort of ritual for him and Junmyeon to meet up in the rare moments he was in the base. From the moment they met Nichkhun had to open his big mouth and brag about he could do anything with his wand because magic was everything. Junmyeon put himself up to the challenge and now it was normal for them to meet up and duel it out.

It was simple practice for Nichkhun since he rarely used his magic, but Junmyeon was a worthy opponent irregardless. Each match always ended in a draw and after they would just go get some food. It was after all a friendly match. Today would be another match, this time Junmyeon would start the duel. 

Walking into the practice room Nichkhun held on tightly to his wand. Alert he took a quick sweep of the room, he was not paranoid this was just how they agreed on it. The other could attack the minute they stepped into the room, with a smirk he continued to sweep the room, "Honey, I'm home!"