#zwjoon

[zwyifan-blog]

Invite Me

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

The sound of sizzling meat blending with the melodic clank of glass. Dark skys expelling a sweet cool breeze which brushed against the blew tarps and weathered tables, bidding the nice ahjumma to come pull down a few sides so as to keep her customers comfortable. The loud of chatter meshing with the scent of alcohol, and this would be the place Yifan found himself. His favorite Pojang-macha. That soft smile given to the passing owner as she spoiled him like normal and dropped off another serving of pork belly. His lips pressed against the rim of a filled glass, head dipping back as he happily enjoyed the burn and bitter of the soju sliding down his throat.

While he didn’t normally come alone, today he’d find himself in that situation. With no current client and his roommate out doing who knows what, Yifan needed a night to simply be, thus his lone adventures out on the streets of Shimokitazawa at night. Though it would seem he wasn’t the only one as those dark browns descended upon your figure. Those lips pressing as he carefully swallowed the bitter away in thought. “Oi.” That deep voice ringing out. After all, food tasted better when shared. “Oi… you” one of those long digits uncurling from around his cup to point ‘(though he knew pointing was a bit rude, it was easier to do)’. “Wanna join me? I think the Ahjumma wants me to die a drunk. I have enough to share.”

[zwyifan-blog]

zwjoon replied to your photo :

.-. …. *screams*

[[ LOL You ok bby? ]]

[zwjihye-blog]

zwjoon replied to your post:[[MOR] alright, so i’m sorry that i haven’t been...

*abandons u* jkjk XD <3 have fun!

thank you!! c:

zwdevil replied to your post:[[MOR] alright, so i’m sorry that i haven’t been...

*doesnt love u*

smiles weakly goodbye *blocks u*

[joonguar]

all musicians need fans, jy&jj

So far, things have gotten along alright. He’s met most of the house’s residents, and gotten a fairly good response from them all. Despite his outward appearance of confidence and eagerness when meeting his new housemates, Jaejoong’s been feeling a constant thread of underlying anxiousness or acceptance. It makes his movements just a touch sloppier, makes him easier to laughing at awkward silences, but it doesn’t likely dim his friendliness any. If anything, he might have pushed it a little over the top in his slight discomfort, making him second guess his actions later when unpacking alone in his room. 

He’d sort of wished that the roommates had all shared one expansive area, without walls. Yes its all very old school and not so functional, but who needs privacy, right? Some people might say its a necessity, but to an uncertain Jaejoong its only a frustration. Its not long therefore before the adult film actor is too annoyed to keep himself cooped up with arranging his room, and instead, follows his need for acceptance out of that small space to search out someone for company. 

Its quite the bust when he finds no one at all. But then, in the sound of song, comes his answer. Quickly retracting his steps from the downstair’s floor, Jaejoong reworks his paces back upwards, his cat weaving around his ankles as a constant obstacle of nearly tripping over (he’s learned to walk in a comically timed gait because of his pet’s need to twist itself around his legs). When he finds the source of the sound shut off from the rest of the hall, Jaejoong can’t help but to frown. 

A closed door typically means a call for privacy, right? 

A minute is spent dithering over what to do. The music is good, and it sounds like they’re all alone in the room, and Jaejoong’s quite alone outside in the hall himself. So, wouldn’t it be better to share something together? Decided, the mid twenties male forgoes manners and quietly pushes the door open, so perhaps if the resident is particularly shy, he can silently creep watch them from here? But remaining silent becomes too difficult for Jaejoong, the music tugging too much at his soul, and when the male seems to be finished with his song, the newest acquisition to Camp House is pushing open the door to the bedroom widely, giving him enough space for his suddenly large feeling inside and to clap enthusiastically. 

“Wow! Wow wow wow wow! I’ll say! Are you famous!? Should I know you!? Is this a secret getaway for a celebrity and no one said a thing to me!? Am I part of a show? Oh! The interview! Is this all a guise to get a candid response out of me!?” And now he’s trooping around inside the younger man’s room, hands on his hips as he peers all around the corners, the ceiling, even going so far as to lift up a blanket on the bed to take a peek for a mic. 

[zwjihye-blog]

zwjoon replied to your post:[[MOR] uh yes hello i’m lex, ‘m 20 and i’m very...

I liked it because that pixel art is so cute why

sobs it really is the cutest thing rIP

[hgdjiwon-blog]

✘ whispering shrubbery

[ zwjoon ]

none of her break-ups had been particularly pleasant, even though they were few and far between. jiwon’s dating history comprised of two boyfriends, equally as possessive, very ... clingy –– not exactly the best match for our young bouncy lady, thriving for independence, but they were comforting at the time and seemingly ‘normal’ to begin with. still, she’d wonder if she let them off too lightly in ending things, was too kind when cutting her relationships off, or maybe didn’t make herself absolutely clear. obviously something had gone wrong somewhere along the line, seeing as she felt compelled to rush into a bush behind a bench purely to avoid predatory men. sadly, her fears were perfectly justified –– she’d been stalked, both on social media and in real life; changed her phone numbers thrice and her first boyfriend still got a hold of her once in a while; she’d even been followed her to her workplace once, and harassed her for 10 long minutes before her second boyfriend was escorted out of the building and dutifully banned from the premises. 

“our father who art in heaven––” she began whispering furiously, with her eyes closed, praying that he hadn’t caught sight of her gracefully diving into the shrubbery. her cheeks were bright red from physical exhaustion, her sneakers had a slight heel that made it harder, but she ignored the heat colouring her cheeks and carried on quietly chanting (barely making a sound over the loud howling winds) as she opened her eyes. anything could help –– someone distracting him, a friend, a stranger sitting on the bench to cover her more, him going temporarily blind. anything. “please, please, please.”