these chains.

[wxminjun]

hey hey hey it’s dash (21+, s/h, gmt), here with your boy minjun ! peak leo king here to ruin your lives. i swear he’s good peoples, perhaps a little self-centred but he means well. if you wanna read more about him, here’s his bio and dossier but you can find below some spark notes and plot bunnies too ! without further adieu, let’s get this show on the road, like this post and i’ll slide into those dms to plot. alternatively you can hmu on discord ( 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽#3337 )

leo sun, leo moon, aries rising ( so much fire in his chart its painful )

born into a military family of fire fairies. he’s the penultimate of four siblings and the only boy to three sisters ( so bring on the weird middle child complex )

his mother works in politics as secretary of defence whereas his father is stay at home dad who runs a tight ship at his wife’s command

minjun pretty much grew up running military drills with his siblings so very much lived that military kid life. early mornings, bed made with hospital corners, clothes folded in neat squares at the very end, ducks in a row and all that jazz

he’s quite athletic and this sort of competitive and militant lifestyle just cultivated his love for movement. he is particularly fond of running and when he realises he can build muscle to make him cut through the air faster, ya boy just goes with it

kind of hated that he wasn’t revered nearly as much a sisters were, particularly his youngest sister who displayed talents to become a great guardian as a CHILD

so his response is to pick up a trumpet and teach himself to play okay go awf ig

he’s not great tbh just great enough to be considered to play small gigs in local pubs and dive bars and he kinda of gets along with that

until his mom gets sick of his shit and wants him to do something with his life so he become a personal trainer

he’s a flirt and it comes with the job to attract customers so do find him by the weights section talking to fairies rather than working

when the academy opens, his mother threatens to kick him out on a because really what sort of honour are you bringing to our family. eldest sister’s a guardian, the younger sister well she’s on her way to a affluent career in politics, the youngest has already enrolled into the academy ( wanted connection here hey hello hi ) vibe. so his baby sis helps him out

and voila here he is !

plot bunnies 

gym rats who he’s either trained back in the day, had a session with on campus or you maybe got tired of him yelling at you at 6am in the morning

people who used to witness him play jazz at gigs who supported him out of pity or thought he was pretty

he’s had a slew of girlfriends, not the best boyfriend out there with his penchant for flirtation. give the guy some exes

an arranged marriage situation because who would the great kim yeona be if her specialist son didn’t end up marrying a fire fairy ( this sort of bondage to a role suits 

someone who helps him with the theory stuff bc he’s just not that bright the gods help him

someone he helps with combat because the boy is all brawns 

[wxminjun]

@wxseulki

there isn’t a paternal bone in minjun’s body, and yet, it is for fluff ( or whom minjun has the preferred nomenclature of lil dude ) that we see him running. not very foreign to his usual proclivities albeit there is a lightness to his step, he barely disturbs the asphalt where it rests. fluff twitches against his chest, lets out a noise akin to a cough and minjun slows to a brisk walk as he nears the fairies’ dorm. frustration knits a shadow across his brow, he’s uncertain and somehow his usual dry humour just doesn’t cut it here. he had found the little thing outside his own dorm, curled up and shivering dear murder in a patch of grass. instinct is a ghost of a thought turned into action and there is only one other fairy who could help, alas he wish it weren’t so.

“seulki” he yells up to the tessellation of window and brick he watches, not quite sure if his voice would reach her, not quite minding the dirty looks from passerbys. a rather jaded romeo, his hands reach into his pocket for his phone where he produces the device and shoots off a few texts.

[ 📩 마녀 ] > something’s happened to lil dude

[ 📩 마녀 ] > like i think he’s sick 

[ 📩 마녀 ] > it’s bad 

[cyberpunkes]

Park Jae-eon + hair down – NEVERTHELESS (2021), dir. Joo Sa Hyun

[wxminjun]

wxbitna·:

🦢 w. @wxminjun·

life feels different when she’s standing on the balls of her feet. the ghost of the classical song begs her to curl her toes en pointe, to fold her arms into a pretty bow, and to spin as though she is the earth and all its inhabitants depend on her to keep twirling on its axis. this time, she ignores the piano concerto, stays her heels close enough to kiss the ground.

and life, on the balls of her feet, feels a little like this: the gust of wind against her cheeks, the haphazard sweeping of chocolate locks across her face, and always, constantly feeling out of breath.

that is to say, these days, bitna feels like she’s always running from something. there’s a ghost on her heels and her path forwards is an unlit void, and she’s always running into it. even now, as she’s standing lifelessly in front of the academy’s bulletin board, she feels its gale sweep her strands of hair onto her cheeks. but she pauses at the dramatics, tries to blame it on the students breezing past even though the sensation churns something vicious at her core.

“hey—” bitna turns to the call, doesn’t even think to question if it’s addressed to her, but suppose it’s all a moot point because now she’s staring into another fairy’s gaping eyes. bitna shakes her head reflexively, “what?”

“wait— you’re that girl, aren’t you?”

and there it is again, the running out of breath. confusion rests on her brows, but her eyes dart haphazardly around in panic. she spots the fairy’s phone in her hands. from its speaker, the classical song plays.

“yeah, you’re that ballet dancer who puked and fell—”

and there it is again, the burning lungs. these days, bitna feels like she’s always running from something.

( but apparently, not when it counts. no, her heels stay just close enough to kiss the ground. )

sometimes it’s enough to flirt with the possibility of being a hero rather than make bedfellows with it. it’s a mantra that stitches tiny incendiary stars to the paper white of the ceiling, smattering the cornflour blue of dawn in glitter and gold. most mornings, as he lies there willing each muscle to awaken, he thinks about the futility of it all. the world is too thin then and so such predilections are warranted.

but the bucolic blaze of day elicits a change in tone, lend it perhaps to the endorphins post- the morning run or the warrior’s lunch he scarfed down after simulation class. mayhap it is in the way sun rays kiss the smooth of his brow. you know, vitamin d, and all that jazz. whatever it is, all it takes is the first few bars and soon cognisance becomes a slow ember, a young flame.

“ i think that’s quite enough, don’t you ? ” his voice leaves him with more baritone than he originally intended so he follows up with smile. alas, he can’t help the fire in his eyes and as he stands between the two, he can’t help but think about how this must look to an outsider. at what point did his meditations transition from caped hero to cloaked vigilante ?

he watches the fairy’s expression crumple, chagrin a dusting of blush against the bridge of their nose. they say chivalry is dead but minjun would proffer that sometimes you just got to sever the solitary limb before it goes gangrene. he turns to bitna, the contours of his face softening at the sight of her. dare he confess that those big brown eyes of hers send him into a momentary pause or that he feels a little too comfortable wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he steers her way from that ever so fateful song ? it’s midday, he reminds himself.

relax.

he comes to a halt in the quieter portion of the hallway where he adorns her with the warmth of his gaze once more. “ if it isn’t song bitna… if i didn’t know any better, i would think you’re trying to avoid me. ”

[winxrp]

[wxminjun]

winxrp​:

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[wxminjun]

wxminjun​:

hey hey hey it’s dash (21+, s/h, gmt), here with your boy minjun ! peak leo king here to ruin your lives. i swear he’s good peoples, perhaps a little self-centred but he means well. if you wanna read more about him, here’s his bio and dossier but you can find below some spark notes and plot bunnies too ! without further adieu, let’s get this show on the road, like this post and i’ll slide into those dms to plot. alternatively you can hmu on discord ( 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽#3337 )

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Billionaire Boys Club (2018) Directed by James Cox

[dazzlingkai]

How are your butterflies doing? – They’re fine. But I’m going to set them free soon because I feel guilty. They’re supposed to be free, but they’re locked up… because of me.

[wxminjun]

tag dump !