Retrospective Memory

"Calamities are of two kinds: misfortune to ourselves, and good fortune to others" Singer | Philosopher | Model I may be a little old, a little cynical and a little harsh, but I’m a lot less scarier than I look. I'm only a man of few words that knows when to blink and focus. Just don’t piss me off, it’s not pretty.

[xxxsungjoon]

[ text ; 2:21 am ] you up? i'm craving a macchiato.

[ text: Big Shot ] Now I am. Something other than black coffee? Is this really Big Shot who I’m talking to? 

[wxxbs]

[ text ; little shit ] i just wanted to see if you had a girl over or something actually. same place blah blah, be there or be square.

[xxxsungjoon]

[ text: Big Shot ] Are you trying to rub in the fact that I’m still single? Alright, make sure you bring in enough to pay for the both of us. I’m broke. 

[xxxsungjoon]

[ text ; 2:21 am ] you up? i'm craving a macchiato.

[ text: Big Shot ] Now I am. Something other than black coffee? Is this really Big Shot who I'm talking to? 

[kang-mireu]

[xxxsungjoon]

Making fun of sungjoon and woobin

[wxxbs]

-- change of taste ; a script

[ / waits quietly as he saw the main character walk into a restaurant and automatically run into automated laughter ; he wasn’t much into comedy, though for some honest reason he felt as though he was in the mood to hear synthetic laughter ; hears his phone buzz, looks over and then hears the front door open and close ]

Three.

[ / hears the tapping up the stairs, echoes of his recently cleaned home ; he spent the whole morning getting the place clean, hopefully the other spent some time — ] 

Two.

[ / no most likely not ; he yawned ]

One. [ / spoke with a little hesitation, hearing the others voice made him crave coffee ] [ / stands with no disarray and heads over to the door quickly to open it and then over to the coffee maker in his kitchenette ] Come on in, go ahead and sit on the couch. I’ll get you your coffee.

[ / looks over at the other with a smirk and winks ; looks back at the two mugs in his hand, Sungjoon’s hair has gotten longer, he also looked tired, a little skinnier and less — daring ] [ / listens for the other’s reaction and gets the coffee ready, puts cream and sugar in the second mug while leaving the first untouched ; puts a donut in his mouth and a donut on top of the second mug ] [ / carefully balances the combination and sets them both on the table, before Sungjoon could say a word, Woobin shoved the donut in his mouth and took the donut from his own and took a nice bite from it while smiling ] 

Well hi.

[xxxsungjoon]

{/he stands, arms crossed as he waits impatiently but immediately barges in at the click of the door opening} Alright, so what's going on here — {/stops to see Woobin going over to his coffee, alive and well} — you son of a bitch. {/the look of worry turns into disbelief, but proceeds to sit on the leather couch. He watches as the other bring the two steaming cups, noticing that the gel washed out of the other’s hair, as well as the color in his face } H- {/a donut is sent smushed into his mouth, muffling his words} Huh. {/he fights back the chuckle bubbling up in his throat, half to keep his composure, the other half to prevent wasting the donut}

Karma really does exist.

{/he takes the donut out of his mouth, his gaze flicking over to see Zoey Deschanel dancing on the screen} This is what you brought me here for? {/points to the T.V.} Come on now, you could’ve put on something a bit more entertaining than that.{/lets out a dramatic sigh} First black coffee, now this? You really are something, Big Shot.

[xxxsungjoon]

[ msg ] sungjoon [ msg ] come to my apartment [ msg ] hurry up [ msg ] please helaaghlk; [ msg ] help me

{/eyebrows raise in alarm at the message}

[text: Big Shot] What?

[text] Are you okay?

[text] Hold on, I’m coming over 

[wxxbs]

[ msg: little shit ] sungjoon hurry

[ /smirks and tosses his phone to the floor ; reaches for the remote and turns on the television; the coffee maker began to spit and gurgle, the very essence of dark coffee made his tongue tingle slightly ] Ah God, it’s so good to be home. [ /flips through the channels until he reached a particular show that he hadn’t watched yet, New Girl. Chick flick? ] Perfecto.

[xxxsungjoon]

{/puts phone away into pocket and gets out of the bar and into his car] Jesus Christ, what even happened? [/puts key into ignition and revs up engine and starts driving towards the sky rise that was downtown, after a few minutes later pulling into the parking lot; had gotten out and was ready to enter the apartment when his phone rang}

[text: Big Shot] I'm here, let me in 

{/rings the buzzer near the glass door, but then sees that the door had been wedged open.} Thank God {/pulls the door open and runs up the stairs, his long legs helping him} Woobin! {/finds the door on the right and knocks on it three times, each one ringing with anxiety} You in there? 

[xxxsungjoon]

[ msg ] sungjoon [ msg ] come to my apartment [ msg ] hurry up [ msg ] please helaaghlk; [ msg ] help me

{/eyebrows raise in alarm at the message}

[text: Big Shot] What?

[text] Are you okay?

[text] Hold on, I’m coming over 

[xxxsungjoon]

Capture [Sungjoon & Chaewon]

The sky carried a favorably blue hue, something that had been rare over the course of bleak winters and spring showers in the midst of the new year, barely letting the sun peek out in between. It was a time just before the busiest month that was about to reel in, a breath of fresh air that students and teachers took in before diving into the murky depths of last-minute projects and exams. It didn’t help that it was especially busy for the upperclassmen, who were only a year or less away from leaving the school behind, but who had the heart to think about that? It was the day that everyone had decided to abandon their books to welcome the warmth of the outdoors - people playing football in the pleasant heat, picnics, outdoor club meetings, and Sungjoon sleeping under the familiar shade of the old pine tree.

Strange as it may be, taking a nap when the usual recreation was something a bit more active under that kind of weather, but it had just simply happened out of habit. One moment, he had been wide awake in the midst of his solitude with a book in hand, but it wasn’t much later that time slowed down around him, his lids had drooped under the cushion of quiet thoughts, the words blurred into the black nonexistence underneath his closed eyes. It was the whirr of shutters followed by three tiny clicks of a camera that pulled him up like a puppet on a string back into a world that was blinded with light once again. He slowly opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep to find a woman standing a little ways away, with a camera in hand. Sungjoon sat up from his slouch, his voice gruff. “Am I in your way?” He didn’t assume that he of all people was the subject of the photo. The man began to stand up. “Sorry about that.”

[freak-yubin-deactivated20140727]

Not from here || Yubin & Sungjoon

"Thank you." She smiled at the person who opened the door for her and walked inside the bar. That place was nice, she looked around for a few moments before walking up to the bartender on duty. "Kim Yubin.." She said start clucking her tongue, she looked him directly in the eye and smiled. "I’m here for the interview…" She trailed off little. Even though she could live on her parent’s money, she didn’t want to do that. Which was why she was getting a job.

The mans eyes sparked with something and she gave a grin and he led her to a an empty table. She slid in and looked around again, tapping her fingers along the glass table. “Drink?” She said looking at the man who held out a glass to her. Yubin shook her head no. “No, no thank you. This is an interview.” The man tried to push the drink into her hands and she pulled back giving him a look, while her anger grew. “No thank you sir. I don’t want any!” Her voice rose as he pushed the glass to her again.

"I said no thank you!!"

[xxxsungjoon]

A brow was held up while the other stayed down, indecisiveness weighing down one side, creating a tipped scale of the two options at hand: a mojito or a gin cocktail on the rocks? Both light with a slight punch, albeit one was more tart than the other. Summer was coming closer, the night air humming with a pleasant warmth after a wet spring. The atmosphere called for something a little more refreshing, organic, and frankly Sungjoon needed that as well. This whole month had been pure hell with the massive workload, with barely any time to breath in between. The empty glass in his hand, he was perched at his usual spot behind the granite counter, keeping a semi-alert eye over his keep as he gave more of his attention to his little dilemma. Sungjoon felt no need to be worried, people for the most part were well-behaved, keeping their lively conversations to a respectable pitch as they ate and drank. It was a place that had been made with the vision of providing a little getaway, to put the mind at ease the troublesome thoughts of the world outside. Having grown up in a bar like this, it had served to be the source of his current laid back nature.

However, his peaceful state came to an end upon seeing the situation a few feet away. Sungjoon’s mouth set itself in a firm line as he watched for a moment the push and pull between the man and the woman, one clearly crossing the line while the other had clearly met her own limits. He shook his head in disbelief. Jesus Christ.

Setting his glass down, he walked around his post to head towards their table. “What is going on here?” Sungjoon crossed his arms, his tone low and disapproving. It was obvious that this was the last thing that he wanted to be dealing with at the moment.

[ex-gnx-sojin-deactivated2014051]

Sleeping Beauty w/ Sungjoon

Sojin could feel the beginnings of her narcolepsy kicking in. She was getting drowsy and loopy and seemingly drunken like. She was stumbling as she left the cafe, bumping into people and falling a few times. People offered her help but she declined. She had been dealing with this for years. She knew what she was doing. 

She entered her building and looking at the dorm number, the numbers became fuzzy as her eyes blurred from drowsiness. She remembered she had left her door open since her dorm had been so close to her spot for lunch, she would only have been away for 15 minutes.

So she pushed open the door, kicked off her pants, shut the door behind her, pulled off her top and crawled under the covers to finally drift into dreamland. 

[xxxsungjoon]

He was never one keen on instituting allegiances; they proved to be limiting, narrowing his scope to a view that was much too monotonous for his liking. The man much preferred neutrality, where school spirit inflicted mere indifference and variety was highly recommended. That was how he had ended up with a very heterogenous mixture of friends - people coming from ‘rival’ schools, fellow children of bartenders, musicians, free-lancers and the such. The only downside was the little time distributed to the outside world; a current lifestyle where one had to go between the dorms, school and work without any detours along the way. Luckily though, Sungjoon had been able to squeeze in some time on a Friday afternoon. Laughing, joking around over bottles of sake and Japanese specialties with music majors from Hongik, it was a breath of fresh air from the tense atmosphere of his home school where the current and only fixation people had were on exams.

The male was now making his way up the stairs, his pace slow and leisurely while his stomach was full with content. Taking out the keys, he was about to slip them inside only to find that the door was unlocked. Sungjoon frowned, perplexion briefly keeping him in place on the welcome mat. Did I forget to lock it again?

It wasn’t until he stepped inside that he met an even greater surprise. Like a trail of breadcrumbs clothes were sprawled out on the floor; small, feminine, not his. His eyes followed the path that stopped at the foot of his bed, where he looked up only to clamp his open mouth in a silenced shock. How’d she get there? Sungjoon had no idea who this girl was, let alone why she chose to sleep in his dorm. Naked.

Well, almost naked.

Seeing there was nothing else he could do but wait until she woke up, he sat down at his desk with a sigh. He crossed his arms and leaned his head back against the chair, feeling slightly annoyed. Of course this would happen to him out of all people; as if driving random drunks back home wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t until she stirred from her slumber that Sungjoon finally spoke. “Oh wow,” he noted dryly, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. “You’re finally awake.”

[exgnd]

Unwind -- Soonkyu & Sungjoon

[exgnd]

Nodding her head in thanks as the bartender places her ordered drink in front of her, she smirks at Sungjoon’s tone. She had never met anyone like him before, and not at a bar no less. Quirking an eyebrow at the kid, her smirk still in place, she says, “Well that’s neat kid. Maybe you could tell me more.” She bats her eyelashes exaggeratedly as her voice takes on a teasing sarcastic tone.

Pouring herself a glass of scotch, her eyes trail at the beads of water on her glass as the ice slowly melted. Grabbing the glass, she drink it all in one go and gently places it back on the counter. Relishing the fooling of the cool drink making its hot trails down her throat, she practically moans out in content.

Turning her head as she hears Sungjoon’s question, she says, “You could group me in with you kid.” Pouring herself two glasses, she smiles at them before picking one up and raising it to the kid, tilting the glass sightly as she smirks, she says, “To a night of fun and stress free activities.” Gulping down her drink once more, she glances back at Sungjoon and motions for him to come closer to her and says, “Come closer kid. Getting drunk all by yourself is no fun. You could drink with me and then we could plot world domination and rule over the world.”

[xxxsungjoon]

“What’s more to tell? It is what it is.” He held the glass up in his palm, letting its crystal-clear surface trap the rays from the lights above, quietly admiring the kaleidoscope of neon hues that cut through the intricate angles of the object. The serene view was strangely calming as his hand slowly turned the glass, catching his reflection and then hers, their faces shattered into a bizarre array of patterns; the experience could be compared to being lost in the flooded chasm of the mind, yet still being able to pick up the pieces of lost thought - something paradoxical. Or it could be that the alcohol was finally getting to him. Who knows? He takes another gulp of it anyway. 

Sungjoon smirks back, a smug little grin painted on his mouth as he angles his glass as well, clinking their glasses in a harmonious toast, only for his smile to falter a little at her offer.“World domination?” A chuckle followed, full of genuine amusement. She’s a weird one, alright. “If you say so,” he said, setting the scotch down, his chin resting upon the palm of a propped up elbow. “What’s the game plan, then?” His eyes flicked upwards, immersed in his brainstorm. “Rob the rich kids? Use Bruce Lee? Bring back the dinosaurs?”

[stylekorea]

High Cut Korea

Model: Sung Joon

Vol.122

[xxxsungjoon]

♣

2. Fall in love

Setting: AU. Another concert. MinShin may or may not exist. Both Jungshin and Sungjoon are still weirdos but Sungjoon isn’t angsty. Both of them may or may not swing in the other direction. The SUFBB feels are strong in this one.

Song: Not in Love - Lee Minki 

Despite the rather awkward first meeting, their encounter had somehow miraculously turned from something typical between strangers to a strong friendship. Being friends with Sungjoon meant something unique was kept to just the two of them, be it an inside joke or a hobby that both of them enjoyed. With Jungshin, it was going to concerts. 

“I saw your picture, hanging on the back of my door

Won’t give you my heart, no one lives there anymore.”

However, Jungshin had chosen to go somewhere that he had wanted to go to for a long time. Much to the other friend’s  surprise, it was where he was the one in the center of the crowd while Sungjoon, after so many years, was on stage.

“And we were lovers, now we can’t be friends

Fascination ends

Here we go again.”

As the boy stood behind the microphone, he felt his heart bursting from sheer happiness. What was it that made this moment so inexplicably beautiful?  He couldn’t pinpoint it at all. Was it the fact that the band was back together again? That he was singing to familiar faces again? The intoxication of just pure nostalgia?

“‘Cause it’s cold outside, when you’re coming home

Cause it’s hot outside, isn’t that enough?”

But it didn’t have to do with what was outside, Sungjoon thought as he tapped his feet to the energetic beat behind him. But what was it then? He then found that their eyes had met again, now both of them grinning stupidly at each other as they stood only a couple meters away. But it wasn’t until then that the realization hit him, that his answer was in front of him all along.

It was in this moment that he found irony in the next verse, and in normal circumstances, he would have shook his head at its blunder. But all Sungjoon could do was beam in happiness. All that mattered was that he knew the one line was far from the perfect truth:

“I’m not in love.”

[xxxsungjoon]

A Shot of Espresso (with Woobin)

[wxxbs]

"Yeah?" He smirked, weaving his fingers together. "I should try that sometime, then." 

The other was quiet, his smile softly disappearing. The other had some kind of facade, some sort of outer deficit. Honesty, it’s not what Woobin expected on the first date but clearly these two needed something harder someday. That silence was easily broken by the snark, the single pang of something hitting the pan.

Woobin smirked, looking up at the other’s fingers, following them like a teacher and his student. He let out a hearty laugh, smiling comfortably and shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Wouldn’t mind leaning there,” He smiled and listened for option two. “Oh, cute.”

His fingers moved along his chin, he used to like the fact that he wouldn’t have to shave. The sound of prickly sticks scraping his fingertips, the ones that had nothing else but plain dirt running under his skin, through the veins. Too harsh? Maybe, it was good enough to make Woobin feel a little - say, down to earth.

Woobin sighed softly, thinking a bit. Psychological warfare, the torture, the hell. He liked the sound of it, but in affect of everyone else - it was strange enough to say that he had more than little evidence of getting through. “There’s a beautiful amount of blackmail, actually. But there’s money, investments, stocks, and lives involved. There’s ties that might actually kill a few people, without exaggeration.” He sighed and continued to scratch his chin, slowly. As if he waited for something concerning a beard would grow.

"I could try to risk all I’ve got, and come clean - tell daddy I’m tired." He shrugged. "I could run a few laces here and there, steal a base or two but I don’t know if I’ll catch home plate in time. The wedding date is getting closer, my future is involved, scrutiny and all. There’s no saying that my name would be all over papers, ‘Wanted Dead, Not Alive’."

Woobin took a flashback to the baseball bat, blood stains still there to this day. He was sixteen and he had to get twenty three stitches that night, a concussion and near brain damage. The other injuries were nothing in comparison, Woobin’s eyes squinted harshly down at his hands and brought them up to cradle the back of his head as he sat back, slouching even further.

"I don’t know, sometimes I think that I’m just waiting for something to happen. I’ve been trying to fight back all my life, the closest thing I got was a baseball bat."

[xxxsungjoon]

Sungjoon studied the other carefully, watching as the other tried to veil his anxieties with practiced indifference. It couldn’t be helped, he felt slightly piteous for the fellow. It didn’t take long to find that he had been bottling it all up for a very long time, and finding the solution to the problem at hand wasn’t the last of his worries - the perpetuous journey ahead, an aftermath that looked as bleak as the weary winter weather. The possibility that sooner or later he could be digging his own grave was not an easy thought to digest.

“Life’s really been a pain in the ass to you, huh?” He sighed, suddenly feeling as drained as the man across from him. How could one explain it; the way the world seemed to pass by like a haze, creatures of the strange and unfamiliar that suddenly appear in and out of a fog, causing men and women alike to suffocate under a hand more gruesome than Death’s very own. Sungjoon unfolded his arms, palms now resting against the soothingly cold surface of the wood. It had been a long time since Adam and Eve had been exiled from the garden, wasn’t it about time that all of God’s children were given a bit of a break? He bit back a chuckle. Maybe this was why his life wasn’t going so smoothly, either. He could almost hear the angel on his right shoulder tsk in annoyance. ‘It’s not good to be greedy!’ A nun had told him many years ago when he had gone to Sunday school; he really had to fight back just then the urge to mimic the old woman. Thank God he had been forced to go for only a month.

The somber silence settled between them like the comforting arms of a mother. It was strange, to be honest, how they were more alike than what met the eyes. Underneath the masks of where one was of fire and the other was of ice, they shared the same kind of bitterness that had left them bleary-eyed and feeling rotten to the bone.

“In your defence, waiting isn’t the worst thing in the world that you can do. After all, you’re the one that holds all the cards. It’s just that no one can guarantee a clean win.” Or even a win for that matter. But Sungjoon decided to keep that to himself. At the very least, he was kind enough to avert the Debbie Downer act for today - the last thing the guy needed was a mood-killer, although he wasn't sure himself if the atmosphere could get any more depressing than this. 

[xxxsungjoon]

Tracker [4.20.14]

Writing Replies For

Woobin (x2) | XiuSuk 

Waiting Replies From 

Key | Dean | Hayi | Donghae | Jane | Ren | Minhyuk | Jungshin | Chommi | Soonkyu | Yongguk | Hyejong | XiuRen

Writing Starters For

Sohee 

Assignments

Finished | Working 

Plotting With

Gayoon | Sunyoung | Soohyuk | Suzy 

Plotting Office

Open | Closed

[ Going to be on hiatus from 4/20/14 - 4/27/14 ]

[ Has 13+ ongoing threads for muse | Will open when some get finished ]

Messages

Answered | Working on Them 

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[kaises]

how sung joon kills you in 20 seconds (x)

[xxxsungjoon]

An Eye For an Eye, a Tooth For a Tooth [Sungjoon & Key]

It was something that he had done much more frequently in his youth, but still a job that he made time for when he could. After all, his aunt’s bar was like a second home - the cozy atmosphere, the comforting murmurs of content customers mingling with the rather calming set from that night’s performers. Hongdae was in a way a mini version of New York City - a little melting pot with vibrant nightlife and variety of the arts. Fast-paced and spunky, it was a one of a kind place that Sungjoon couldn't find anywhere else. But then again, home is where the heart is, right?

Leaning against the counter with the bottle of whiskey in his hands, he poured the alcohol into half-empty glasses, nodding as he listened to those that accepted the drink with a hearty nod and carried on with their conversation. Ranging from mundane rants to tall tales, the subjects brought to the table every night brought along new perspectives and ideas, not to mention new windows and doors for him to peep into for insight on others’ lives. It was a fascination of the innocent kind, where it truly was interesting to see what kind of paths different faces had taken and where it had lead them or where it was leading them to.

He now stood, a glass of his own in his hands as he turned his attention to the music. Feet tapping softly to the sway of song resonating from the back, a tired but content smile on his lips. But it wasn’t long until the peace was disrupted with the slam of a door being closed and the heavy thud of boots marching on the tile floor. Three tall - but not as tall as he - men hovered over a blonde boy near one of the booths. Sungjoon forced himself to bite back a groan of frustration. 

This is gonna turn out well.

[xgnxseohyun-blog]

★. cooking club meeting #1

After getting a hold of a classroom that held the kitchen appliances needed to host the club, Seohyun entered inside the room. Since this was a weekly meeting, she decided to be more relaxed with her students. Unlike her piano classes where she insisted that the students try their best, for something like the cooking club, it was a way for people to share their fondness towards food. Best of all, people would be able to try other people’s dishes and perhaps learn a thing or two about the culinary arts.

Seohyun stood in front of the classroom and with everyone at their own kitchen stations, she introduced herself, “Hello I’m Seo Joo Hyun, but most of you may know me as Professor Seo. I’m the librarian and a part-time instructor at this school. However for this occasion, I will be the advisor of the cooking club.” She took a pause as she glanced at each of the students in the room.

Giving a warm yet sincere smile, she instructed, “So to get well-acquainted with each other, each person starting from the front row introduce themselves. Please tell me your name, what year you are in, why you are in this club, and your favorite dish.” Seohyun looked at the first person in the front row and said, “Why don’t we start with you?”

[xxxsungjoon]

He had made it just in time with a minute to go before the meeting started. Having two side jobs along with school wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but at least he got some money on the side. 

He had found the only empty seat to be next to the girl with the flower dress, and had strode over to take the last spot. From the uninterested glance he gave her, she appeared to be more out of it than he was. But never mind that, and he cleared his throat for it was now his turn.

"The name's Sungjoon and also currently a third year," he spoke, rising up slowly from his seat while he made eye-contact with the woman in front of her. "I'm here because I don't really have anywhere else to go to make the kinds of food I want. Or a good place other than the marketplace for free food for that matter." The firm line of his mouth quirked up into a small smile. Free samples weren't exactly the most filling, that's for sure. "I don't really have a preference, but I've been liking Thai food a lot as of late...and yeah, that's pretty much it. Thank you." Nodding his head in affirmation, he sat back down in his chair as the student next in line leaped up.