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@yfxjun
[ooc]
Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I am dropping Jun. I should have probably made this post as soon as I told the admins…sorry about that.
The reason is that I was struggling too much with writing him.
That said, I still have two boys in the comm so I am not really going anywhere.
I apologize to those I had threads with. Thank you all for plotting with this bad bb and giving him a chance ❤
Medieval Warfare by Grimes for Suicide Squad. (2016)
Dark Glow
ladies’ room.
Taehyun doesn’t have time to think, surprise being too much, no one was even supposed to come here. For a moment there he thinks it was another boy but a high pitched voice comes before anyone even comes in, and Taehyun enters one of the stalls so quickly he almost makes Jun fall from his place.
“Fuck,” he whispers, feeling a dull pain on his elbow, staring at the boy suddenly way too fucking close to him and shushing him, “it’s a girl.”
This bathroom was supposed to be Jun’s sanctuary. His place to be alone with his thoughts and he had never seen anyone in it until today. First Taehyun and now someone else? What in hell was going on? He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it though as he rapidly crushes his cigarette against the windowsill (what a waste!) and flicks it outside the window before hurrying after Taehyun. To be honest, he could have chosen the stall next to the one Taehyun had chosen, but that would have meant walking slightly in direction of the door, through which someone was coming so instead he rapidly slid into the same stall as Taehyun and closed the door as quietly as he could and then locking it.
”Of course it’s a girl, it’s a girl’s bathroom,” he whispers back before clasping an hand over Taehyun’s mouth so he wouldn’t let out some smart ass reply. The last thing Jun wanted was to be found out and then denounced to the principal. Or be called a pervert. He had not spent three years carefully building his reputation for it to go down the drain in a minute. He cranes his neck, trying to hear what’s happening. If anything, the girl is going to use the bathroom (which he’d rather not hear but it’s not like he would have a choice) and then leave. It should only take a few minutes right?
Wrong. Because what soon fills the air isn’t the sound of someone peeing, but the sound of someone crying. He takes his hand away from Taehyun’s mouth and uses it to tug at his own hair instead. “What do we do,” he mouths, hoping that Taehyun will be able to read his lips.
ghost town.
[...] the irony that coats seungjun’s question catches him further off guard, more by incredulity than sheer surprise. “yikes,” another laugh rolls out, quick and easy. “oh man. wasn’t ‘last time,’ like, actually years ago? where’ve you been?” it’s a joke, and truth be told, he’s not all that curious to know the full details, but they’re already on a roll, and he’s got nothing else occupying his attention at this time and place but to keep this rolling.
“but yeah, sure.” he’s about to duck in through the doorway of his dorm, but then stops, glances at the box still cradled in seungjun’s arms. “you need help with that, by the way?”
As he looks at Jungtae and listens to him talk, Seungjun cannot help but wonder if the other teenager is angry at him. Truth be told, Seungjun wouldn’t hold it against him if he was. He had left the boy alone back then, suddenly disappearing from his life. He used to worry about it when he was still a child, but eventually he had stopped thinking about it. Maybe Jungtae had not cared about the sudden move. He was used to be all alone after all. Seungjun inwardly cringes for having such terrible thoughts. Didn’t he use to spend all his time with the boy exactly because he was all alone?
”My mom hated our big house and wanted a smaller one where it would feel more like a home than a cold palace,” is his simple reply and that’s actually the reason he and his family had moved back then. His mother, who didn’t come from a rich family and who could have easily taken advantage of her husband’s money, had done the complete opposite and had asked her husband to purchase a smaller home. Seungjun is actually a bit surprised that his father agreed to it, but anyway.
”No, I’m good, but if you could just open the door for me, that’d be great.”
remixes.
Gain quietly places the books down on the desk beside him. She thought they might be interesting reads (given that he likes reading, she wouldn’t know) but didn’t say anything to push him to take them. “You already have a grasp on tempo matching and rhythm matching, which is very important in modern songs and DJ work. So I know that at least, you wouldn’t be hopeless in my classroom.”
Her reply makes him arch an eyebrow and with it, had managed to pique his interest. He had heard about the music teachers. Not just Gain who was standing before him, but also Min. Teenagers sure loved gossiping about everything. It was crazy the amount of information someone could gather just by listening to school girls talk. Not that the guys were not gossiping fiends too. They were just as bad as the girls. So thanks to all that gossip, he had gotten the idea that Gain was the teacher who stuck to the classics, like Jihae with her favorite painters.
”I can’t say I am not surprised to hear you say that,” he admits. “I feel like a lot of people are still stuck with the old men and don’t really give a chance to the newcomers. From what I understand, there are new pianists out there or other new people playing instruments who make careers out of playing old men music, the same music over and over, only played by different people. What’s the point?”
He has to agree that music would be very boring if it was just keys and violins. He watches her as she walks to the shelf near the wall. “So what kind of stuff do you teach if you do not stick only with the old men? Do you make your students actually play music? Write?” He has no idea what her teaching style is like. School gossip wasn’t able to give him that kind of information.
He looks at the books she places on the desk near his computer and reaches out to pick the one on top, reading the title before opening it and flipping through it. He glances up and grins at her, “why, are you going to tell me that you’re teaching DJ work in your class?”
moonset hours
“do you wanna run along together or nah?” he asks, gesturing at the rest of the track. it’s a kind of courtesy towards his fellow runner, since it’d definitely be awkward if seungjun was trying to run alongside seulgi and their paces were different. he doesn’t run very fast but it’s safe to say he runs a faster average speed than those who aren’t in sports clubs.
If there is one thing Seungjun hates, it’s small talk. He doesn’t understand the point of it. Why do people pretend to care about what the other people as to say when they actually don’t. Or why do they feel the need to fill the silence with words about the current weather or how their cat gave birth to kittens? It feels, to him anyway, that this is just some sort of mechanism to avoid the awkwardness of silence and how it can be oppressive at time, but Seungjun never had a problem with silence. He’s never been one to use many words in the first place. It’s not that he doesn’t have anything to say, but rather that he saves his breath for more important things than small talk.
That said, he did decide he was going to make an effort so he nods before answering. “So are you.” Now that he is closer to the person, he takes the time to look at them from head to toe and back. “I didn’t sleep,” he adds, in afterthought and he moves to start stretching his legs and warm up a little. He is in the process of doing just that when the person (he still doesn’t know their name because he didn’t ask) ask him if he wants to run with them. Well, it could be interesting although he has no idea how fast (or slow) this person is. Seungjun considers himself to be relatively fast. You have to be when you play baseball and he’s been running for years.
”Yeah sure. Are you timing your run?” he finds himself asking. He doesn’t know what type of runner the other person is. Are they trying to be the next Usain Bolt or are they just there to casually run? It’s probably the latter, but one cannot be certain without asking first. For all Seungjun knows, his companion may be trying to break an Olympic record.
WE HAVE LOST OUR MINDS open ( to anyone with jaewon’s phone # )
[ ✉ → ㅋ ] CHEERS ❤❤❤ [ ✉ → ㅋ ] where are u [ ✉ → ㅋ ] getting started without u
[txt - Jae￦] on my way [txt - Jae￦] some shit hppnd [txt - Jae￦] like actual shit. under my shoes. [txt - Jae￦] listen, there's no party until I walk in
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ghost town.
[...]
he makes his way out into the hall. it’s been a few hours since the bmw has long been gone, everything’s been unpacked, “organized” in his room, the brief interlude of small talk with the designated roommate. he’s chewing bubblegum, the taste of childhood a plastic-y kind of sweet, losing its flavor fast. movements are languid, slow, long limbs taking him to some vague destination he doesn’t have in mind. the boy doesn’t pay attention to the passerby at first, only turning around when he hears his name.
“jungtae?”
he stops. suddenly thinks of the house, always looking like it’s been abandoned. late summer afternoons in the playground. the same face that would show up at the gate, all toothy grins, who one day stopped coming by all together. he blinks, the flicker of recognition evident.
something’s changed.
“hey!” he pauses, briefly. “seungjun right? long time no see.”
he glances over his shoulder at the door set behind him, offers a dry smile. “looks like we’re gonna be neighbors from now on.”
”Wow, it really is you.” He’s a bit surprised that he was able to recognize the other at all considering the last time he had seen him, they had still been kids. But some things hadn’t changed much about his face. He shifts the box in his arms and he actually smiles when the other tells him they’re gonna be neighbors. “It’s going to be just like the good ol’ days,” he grins, even though he knows perfectly well that they had not even been neighbors back then. They had not been living far from each other though.
He notices that the boy is alone, which could mean absolutely nothing. Jun is also alone after all. But his parents had been there just a few minutes ago. He wonders if Jungtae’s parents came to send him off. He remembers a house, too big, too silent, lifeless and a little boy who was so often alone…
”D’you want to come over?” he asks Jungtae, as if they had not spent years apart, as if they had never stopped talking. “It’s probably not going to be super interesting because I still have to unpack all my stuff so you’d basically just watch me do that, but we can catch up, if you want? Tell me all about what you’ve been up to since the last time I saw you?”
* bad guys club
jinwoo always appreciated how they are so alike, how he can easily understand how jun works, what to expect from the other. it’s easier to deal with someone who he can get, and who can get him just the same. with jun he doesn’t need to waste his time coming with small talk or excuses because the other boy doesn’t care. it’s easy to see why he is there, and so he doesn’t take any time with pleasantries when he can direct to the point.
his lips are curved on a smirk when jun takes off their shirts, his arms up and presenting no challenge when the boy tugs him closer. it’s so much easier when he can be himself instead of pretending to be so sweet and innocent. jinwoo closes his eyes when he feels jun’s hand on his neck and hair, how the other boy tugs at it strongly. jun sure does know what he likes, and that’s why it’s always the right call to text the other boy.
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Jun is into a lot of things when it comes to sex, but there is one thing that is mostly constant and that’s the fact that he is in control. Even when it may look like he isn’t, he still is to a certain extent. Like the current situation where he is letting Jinwoo tell him what to do. He’s not doing it because he is afraid of the other. He’s not doing it because he thinks Jinwoo is superior than him in any way. He’s doing it because he feels like it and because he is here to serve as stress relief (which is something he was well aware of when he got the text and agreed to come over).
A fight for dominance. Two boys not wanting to back down, both wanting to prove they are the ones in control. That’s what it feels like to Jun whenever he and Jinwoo kiss. This time is not different. Jun is standing his ground and he wants it as much as Jinwoo needs it. This strange closeness they share sometimes. He lets the other boy break the kiss and move, but he returns the smirk when he is asked, no, ordered to take off Jinwoo’s pants.
He pushes himself up until he’s sitting and then he scoots closer until he has a leg each side of Jinwoo’s ones. He runs his palms over the back of the boy’s thighs all the way up to his ass, fingers applying a bit of pressure before going to hook into the waistband. He leaves them there as he leans forward and reaches for the zipper of Jinwoo’s pants with his teeth. Once it is trapped there, he slowly brings it down and pulls back once that’s done. He harshly tugs on the back of Jinwoo’s pants then and pulls them down his legs, pressing a kiss to his lower stomach. He doesn’t do more. Instead, he waits. He thinks the other boy might be in the mood to boss him around. He hopes he’s not wrong.
crooked minds.
[...]
“i do what i want, but it’s simply my decision to do something that someone else might see and like and buy for millions of dollars,” she answers as she lets her arms fall aside, combing her hair back behind her ear as she steps around him, taking another glance at his work. “everyone likes something pretty, so i do pretty paintings. a pretty girl, painting pretty flowers.”
”I guess in a sense you can say that,” he agrees with her although it annoys him. He knows that what she’s saying isn’t wrong, but he doesn’t have to like it. He’s never done art for others. It’s always been a mean for him to express himself, to pour his feelings, his thoughts into what he draws on paper. It’s the least destructive of his hobbies, but it’s not one he ever planned to share with others. He’s not like her or the other art teacher. He doesn’t want to be known for his art. Besides, he doesn’t believe there is any future for him in that field. Like his teacher says, most people like pretty things. He likes them too…only to break them, to distort them, to make them ugly.
”So you decided to paint flowers because you feel like that’s what people want and will buy?” He snorts because that sounds so ridiculous to him. “And what would you paint if you didn’t care about what may sell or not? Would you still be painting flowers?” In all honesty, he doesn’t hate flowers. He has drawn some on many occasions. They just rarely feel alive. They’re more associated to death, decay, and other dark themes. “Aren’t artists supposed to create because it’s something they feel they have to do? Like, something would be missing if they didn’t listen to that urge to create? But you’re just treating your art like business.”
He glances back at his drawing. It seems strange to him that Jihae spent most of her class sneaking glances in his direction and trying to look at what he was doing only to have a serious conversation about art. She could have easily asked him that stuff while other students were working. “About earlier, when you said I was proving I don’t care what people think of me,” he starts as he glances back at her, “people who care about what people think of them, they don’t go far in life.”
strobe lights.
[...]
she’s not sure how or when a drink ends up in front of her, because she doesn’t recall ever actually ordering a drink. but she doesn’t miss when the bartender places a drink that’s so prettily pink in front of her— and she doesn’t miss the little wink he sends her way as he sets it down— and she’s ready to smile politely and navigate herself away from the bar and maybe to a secluded booth that lacks winking bartenders and free drinks when she feels a body suddenly all too close to hers. and she’s willing to ignore it and chalk it up to some drunk asshole who probably can’t even stand straight leaning on her for support, but when she hears the words he says hissed into her ears she can’t help but whip herself around torn between surprise and shock. and she knows his face, maybe not his name, but she knows for a fact she’s passed him in a hallway at school multiple times, but she’s never seen him like this. and the astonishment renders her speechless for a moment and instead she settles for staring at him blankly trying to figure out why he’s here or even talking to her.
“i just got off work, i wanted to go out,” she replies aloofly trying to shake the last vestiges of surprise from her being, “what are you doing here?”
He can’t tell her the truth. He can’t tell her that this club is owned by his father, not when he needs to warn her to get out of here before something bad happens to her. Her presence makes everything so complicated and he doesn’t even know why he bothers. Why did he go up to her? It’s usually unlike him to care about what happens to others, but perhaps knowing that she was from his school. He ends up scowling as he tries to think of how to answer her question without putting anyone in big trouble.
”I’m friend with the DJ and I’ve been studying how he does his stuff so he told me to come watch him tonight.” It’s a lie and he doesn’t even know if it is believable or not. He personally thinks that it’s not anything too far off, but he doesn’t know if the girl is the kind to be easily suspicious or not. “But you wanted to go out? In one of the shadiest part of the city?” he asks her, having a hard time believing that. He can count on the fingers of his hands how many kids at Sunhwa are actually children from shady families and he is pretty sure that hers isn’t one of them.
He knows that they are probably being watched. That was usually the case whenever he went to talk to a girl, trying to fool an innocent little lamb into following him and then letting the group do whatever they wanted with her. He was quite good at picking up really pretty ones and this fellow student from school was really beautiful. Surely the men would want to have her and for some reasons, he didn’t want to let that happen. It’s not that he had feeling for this one in particular. He didn’t even know her after all, but his conscience was telling him to be good for once.
”We shouldn’t stay here,” he says and moves his arm around her waist. “Follow me. I promise I won’t do anything to you, but we can’t stay here.” He knows what it sounds like. She doesn’t know him. Why would she follow him? Why would she trust him? He hopes that she will be able to tell how serious he is by the tone of his voice, but he can’t know for sure.
ladies’ room.
He doesn’t want company, and it’s all that simple. Loneliness - that is all he is seeking. Being completely alone, no white noise, no random stranger who thinks it is ok to try to talk to him for whatever reason. And this place is where he comes when he needs it, because god knows how fucking popular the rooftop has gotten over this year, like what the actual fuck.
So it’s not with a lot of enthusiasm that he watches as someone joins him in his spot, eyes squinting at him until finally he notices who that is. Fact that doesn’t make him not even slightly more excited.
Taehyun rolls his eys at Jun’s jab, “maybe about that ugly face of yours, it’s so unfortunate,” is his reply as he watches his classmate light a cigarette of his own. “Don’t you have anywhere else to go?”
”Your lips are unfortunate. They wouldn’t even look great wrapped around a cock,” he replies before sucking on his cigarette, watching the tip turn a bright orange before pulling it away from his mouth and leaning closer to the window to exhale and let the smoke waft out. He then moves to lean against the wall and turns his head to stare at Taehyun.
”Yes, Taehyun. I should be in class, listening to a fucking boring lesson about Ethics.” His voice is dripping sarcasm because he thinks the other has no right to talk as he is definitely skipping class as well. “And in case you were wondering, no I am not stalking you. I have better things to do with my life than waste my time trying to find out about your whereabouts.”
He moves again to flick ashes out of the window. He’s never really spent time with Taehyun before. He knows who he is because of Jinwoo, but other than that…everything is pretty unknown territory. He’s so fun to tease though.
[...]
he’s already holding the antiseptic by the time the boy even asks whether he can do something about it,, a tissue in the other hand. he laughs, nodding. “nothing that i can’t fix, right?” he pipes, leaning over to him and pouring some of it onto the tissue. “be careful, this might sting a little,” is the only warning he gives before gently dabbing at the sand and grass way from the cut.
The mention of a first year getting in trouble certainly catches his interest and he straightens up. “What happened to that first year? And don’t tell me you have to keep patient confidentiality because that’s bullshit. I’m not asking you for that student’s name so even if you tell me whatever they came here for, I’m not going to know who it was anyway.”
He doesn’t even flinch when Kihyun dabs the antiseptic onto his scratch. It’s not the first time Jun gets bruises and he’s learned to enjoy the little sting of the antiseptic over the years. He watches the nurse work in silence for a little while, to give the man a false sense of security, to make him think that for once, Jun is not going to bother him with questions, but of course Jun doesn’t stay quiet.
”Ssaem, when you went to the army, did you play nurse there?” The question may seem innocent, but it is anything but if the leer on Jun’s face is any indication of it. He has a feeling the male nurse isn’t going to catch the innuendos hiding behind the words. The older boy is too soft, too nice for his own good. Which is why it is so fun to tease him.
