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So might as well just leave this without a read more, but I will be dropping Jr. I could have written a nice para and what not to sum up everything, put everything to an end, but this isn’t how I wanted his journey to end so I can’t bring myself to do that. Basically just leaving because life’s caught up to me. Take care of yourselves kiddos! Keep writing, and it was a pleasure writing with you all! ♥
❝Beneath the plane in which children are abandoned by god — no heaven, no hell — a voice arose and asked me: “What would you have done with a second life?” I told it “nothing”, but even still I awoke with a beating heart and a sense of shock that indicated that I was painfully alive.
[ June Yoon: Artificial intelligence concocted by higher level beings. ]
REBLOG/FOLLOW: .01 .02 .03 .04
Murals of Greek Gods Rendered Against a Chaotic Backdrop of Graffiti by Pichi & Avo
Quick little note for everyone I’m interacting with. Uni’s been kicking my ass super hard as of late, and with finals just around the corner -- well you can just guess how activity is going to go. This is just a heads up to let you all know that I’ve acknowledged all the replies I need to do, I just don’t have the energy for it. Sorry for the wait!
❝ — Okay, let's face it. You're not the most attractive being on this planet, but you've caught my attention. That's a given. How much would you charge then?"
Have you ever thought about getting your eyes checked? Or maybe it’s something about your inner psyche, maybe you’re just delusional. { ` of course, asides from the “insult”, jinyoung’s not paying attention to anything else. he has a hand on the misguided man’s shoulder, nodding rather grimly as he rambles on about what should be done. he’s spent far too much time with his sister at hospitals, so he’s doing his best to channel his inner doctor as he speaks with utmost confidence. } You should probably get that checked out. Any sort of abnormality isn’t meant to be taken lightly. Then again, I did catch your attention — so maybe you’re not a complete lost cause. If you’d like I can google up some psychiatrist and send you over to them.
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Jongin, as most people do, hated Mondays. Customers rarely walked in during the day and he’d finish all of his deliveries within the half hour. So when Junior had randomly called him, very urgently requesting his presence at the University’s dance studio, he was basically already on his bike and on the way. The two had been on the school’s dance team together before he had dropped, and it was probably one of the few things he sorely missed about being a student.
It was only when he pulled up in front of the building that he wondered what exactly he was called for. He wasn’t exactly given much explanation or context, really, and despite his eagerness to come, he still had his questions! With this in mind, he hurriedly stepped into the studio like he hadn’t even been gone for nearly a year. “I’m back!” he sang as he spun into the main practice room, grinning at the shocked stares that he was given. He nodded his head at the only person who mirrored his smile, the person who had called him in the first place.
Going over to Junior, he clapped the guy on the back. “Missed me, huh?”
He was going to ignore it, because he always does. The man handing out the fliers standing at the corner of the street was something he’s seen far too often to consider it to be of any importance. It was probably yet another ad for a magical hair growth potion, or maybe plastic surgery. It never pertained to him, until now. This time it’s not the usual old man but a rather excited teen, shoving papers in everyone’s faces as they pass by – Jinyoung being no exception. He grudgingly takes the flier, only to thank the lord for not throwing it away immediately. A dance competition. That’s all he needs to read for his phone to be out, message to be sent.
An hour later, he’s staring at himself in the mirror of the studio, a bright grin on his face at the emptiness of the building. It’s been a while since he’s had an opportunity like this, and of all people, Jongin was the only one he’d want to experience it with. The two had done enough duets on their team for him to know that no one else would be a perfect match. The sound of the other’s voice has him turning his head to grin brightly in his direction. “Look who it is. And no, not at all.” The joy in his voice gives his lie away. Before he can even catch up with his friend, he shoves the paper in his direction.
“This. We need to do this. Look at the prize money! Not to mention the hoard of fangirls we’d get.”
yojunioh
"My head is not like what it was," he said, gesticulating for want of expressive phrases. "It’s not like what it was. There is a sort of oppression, a weight. No—not drowsiness, would God it were! It is like a shadow, a deep shadow falling suddenly and swiftly across something busy. Spin, spin into the darkness. The tumult of thought, the confusion, the eddy and eddy. I can’t express it. I can hardly keep my mind on it—steadily enough to tell you."
When he said he’d listen, he didn’t think it’d get this far. However, he doesn’t stop it because everyone needs to let things off his chest and who is he to hold him back? He leans his head back, staring at the ceiling for a second before back at the older male before him. “It sounds like a mess,” He doesn’t mean it in an offensive way, but he’s quick to clear out any confusion. “I mean, it’s all a mess of thoughts and I’d say the best thing would be to sort it all out. There’s nothing worse than being lost in your own body, not knowing where to go next because it’s a maze that you should know like the back of your hand but you don’t.”
´·—※{※————— yojunioh —————※}※—·´
The world was dark. Just the way she preferred. If her mind wasn’t so spun with the state of her existence, she would’ve found the whole matter romantic. Having her own grave and coffin, coming back from the dead— ..or being buried alive— She’d fantasized of the scenarios many times before, but now that one had happened ( not that she could tell which, ) she was too wound to enjoy the devilry of it. As the pale woman swayed through the streets in her filthy dress of grief, she pondered her being, her dead eyes staring far past the world she lurked. Until she noticed another interrupting her gaze. Why were they looking at her like that? ❝You trembled like you’ve seen a ghost.❞
When Jinyoung sees a girl there’s one of two things he hopes for. One, that she’s cute. Two, that she thinks he’s cute. So when he’s walking down the road, the sky a bit too black, lights a bit too dim, he’s considering “saving” the stranger a few feet in front of him, helping her find her way back home because she clearly looks lost. However, the closer he gets the more he reconsiders his opinion. There’s a feeling in the pit of his stomach that twists at his insides and brings bile to his throat. True fear ... but from what? A girl on the streets? Better question: why? He only gets the answer to his question when she momentarily looks over her shoulder and there’s a shiver sent down his spine. One that clearly caught her attention enough for her to stop and address the matter.
“Uhh –“
It’s the only (un)intelligible thing that leaves his mouth for a moment. At this point, Jinyoung’s sure he’s about to die because this is always how things go. He’s picturing the last horror movie he watched, and this is a perfect place for a re-enactment of that. He’s tempted to take a step back, but the thought hits him in a sudden wave. Why was he being like this? Sure, she might look like something straight out of a Tim Burton movie, but when has been one to judge this fast? He rubs the back of his neck nervously, a half-hearted chuckle leaving his lips. “I’ve been watching too many horror movies.” ( Honesty is the way to go. ) “So, y’know, seeing a girl walking down the streets at a time like this makes you think of the worst.”
{ ※ — a study in pink S&J
To: yojunioh
“Oh— sorry,” eyes that widened in surprise quickly turned into crescents with a vibrant smile etched onto her gentle features. She might have bumped into him, broken his toes and whatnot, but an amiable apology should rid off an unpleasant start point or avoid it in the first place. He looked like just anyone who was interested in art, but anyone in this place could be a bridge to opportunity or be the person to give opportunity themselves. She had to be smart. “I was lost in thought.” She chewed on her lower lip, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched as if it was her who was in pain. “I’m really sorry, what should I do?”
He’s been staring at the Barnett Newman painting for over half an hour now, almost stunned by the magnificence of the creation. It’s a painting that most people, especially those his age, would walk by without a single glance. What makes it so special? Nothing. At least, that’s what most people would say, yet he’s standing absolutely immersed by the expanse of red that stands grand and large before him. His thoughts are interrupted as the weight of a foot falls upon his own and he’s wincing almost immediately. A curse leaves his lips as a breathy whine, till the apologies bombard his senses. He looks up, eyes falling on a face that looks familiar enough. He’s staring at her for a bit too long, until it hits him. Volunteering.
“You don’t have to do anything,” The question has him laughing as he wiggles his foot to shake the sensation off. “It’s fine, it’s good to know someone’s lost in thought at an art gallery.” With a grin on his face, he cocks his head slightly, lips pressed together for a moment before he voices the inquiry in his mind. “I’ve seen you around the orphanage during volunteering, but I don’t think I ever got your name, did I?” Straightening up, he sticks a hand out to her, bright grin on his face even with the stinging pain spreading in his foot. “I’m Jinyoung. The kids call me Jinnie, but please don’t call me that – it’s kinda embarrassing.”
( ` jackson shrugs off his arm and rubs the curve of his back where he’s sure he’s going to have a nasty bruise come morning. he was going to force jinyoung to take pictures of it no doubt ) But she’s so into me. I mean I could’ve been your stepfather if I wanted. But you know me. Not trying to break up a happy home. A true believer in love and all that. ( ` he breaks into a grin and takes a step back just in case he gets swung on for that comment ) Loud? ( ` an eyebrow is up, and the shit eating grin on his face just means trouble ) Listen what I do in my room, and what you hear are private adult things. If you’re confused about how it works, then Google it. ( ` jinyoung has to know that Jackson is making this up, because he has absolutely no experience in anything other than the occasional make out session ) Your legs only do that because the rest of you is stupid. Has to be good for something. ( ` he takes off in a run, and he’s off the wall but he’s given up on doing cool twist. he just back flips off of it effortlessly. he knows he won’t break anything doing that )
{ ` he’s ready to hit him, but he bites the temptation back because he doesn’t want to go to jail this early. he’ll admit that the jail uniform would probably look pretty good on him, but then again – everything looks good on him. he’s mentally boosting his ego enough to brush aside Jackson’s comment with a roll of his eyes. } And this, is exactly why you don’t get girls. Preying on older, taken women isn’t exactly ideal. { ` he’s at shock for a moment. not because he believes him. oh god, no. but because he had the courage to even suggest something like that when they’ve had the “You’re a virgin” talk far too many times. he’s laughing loud enough to have eyes turning to them, and he doesn’t mind, in fact he relishes in it. } You mean the sounds of you getting off? I don’t think I need to google that. { ` he claps rather dully at the show. } Congrats, you can do the trick you’ve basically been doing since birth. Stop being a pussy, try the actual trick again. { ` he’s not planning to just nag at him with nothing to show for it, so he takes a second to visualize the trick again because running at the wall. he has enough momentum to propel himself off the wall, but his twist lacks the finesse from the video, but it’s a start. }
ximpvlsive:
"What the hell did I miss?"
Momentarily she thought of where he was, if he ditched her to where she’s suddenly alone at the area they were supposed to meet up at. Despite her way of remembering things, she almost forgot the reason to why she agreed to it. Saying ‘yes’ to others seem to slip out much effortlessly compared to before then again it was better than having the older male’s voice ring into her ears repeatedly until she’s drowning in complete regret about it. Junior must have noticed the crowds of people flooding the pavement from a distance. Overwhelmed by the lack of space she had thus her taking further steps back in order for her to get a fresh of breath air once in a while.
Hana’s trying to recall what happened the past — forty-five to an sixty minutes. Now that the female thinks too much about it, she realized how late he really is causing her head to incline to his direction. Eyes squinting to a sharp glare with her forefinger tapping on the cup containing the drink she bought earlier.
❝Couple of performances. Dancers to singers, same ol’ shit I’ve seen for years.❞ It wasn’t bad, decent but a few peaked her interest. From the inquiry that slipped out of his lips not too long ago, she’s uncertain whether he’s upset or disappointed. Therefore, Hana tries to clear the air somehow. Maybe, she should have listened more intently to the person who had the microphone in hand giving out information every fifteen minutes. The aroma of food caught her attention more, she could have apologized but there’s nothing to be ‘sorry’ about. ❝You’re not upset, right? I mean it’s not even over yet.❞
The brunette was going to point out how she should be the one upset for having to wait longer than she was supposed to. Instead, rows of teeth pinched the tip of her tongue. Forcing herself to stay quiet until he decides to speak up.
He has no excuse this time, Jinyoung almost always has an excuse. His fingers grip the pole tighter as the bus jerks once again. What could he say? That he fell asleep because of pulling an all nighter and forgot he had been the one to ask her to meet him? Tell her that he really didn’t care much for the bands playing tonight, he just promised a friend a picture? Could he just pull the usual “dog ate my homework” with a slight twist? Dog ate my watch? It all sounds ridiculous in his head, so he continues to glare at the overly bright numbers on his phone. The seconds are ticking away and he’s not just late, he’s exceptionally late. He’s sure Hana’s left by now – she must have.
The heavy feeling of guilt sits in the bottom of his stomach as his pace quickens to a half run, half walk the minute he gets off the bus. There’s a hoard of people near the door and that either means one of two things. 1) He’s so late that it’s ended and he’s going to disappoint his friend. ( Note: said friend is a rather cute female, only reason he’s going to such troubles. ) 2) Things have just started and people are swarming in. At this point he can’t tell because in a matter of seconds he has his elbows in the crowd, pushing and shoving till he could make it into the building. First step, done. Now finding Hana was another mission.
However, finding her isn’t too hard. There’s an aura she emits, just something that makes her stand out like a sore thumb. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but it doesn’t matter at this point. The question’s spilling from his lips the minute he’s at her side, and her answer only elevates his worries. “Nah, I’m just here for the main act, so as long as I can see that I’m good.” He’s running a hand through dishevelled hair once before turning to her with an apologetic grin on his features. “Real question should be, you’re not upset, right? I really didn’t think I’d be this late. I mean, I’m never on time anyways – but this is a new record. Think I can submit it to the Guinness Records?”
( ‘she’ll listen to it all any other day but now. this pounding thing in her head that’s threatening to get curses out of her mouth because the younger boy just won’t shut up about—what is it that he’s talking about again? either way right now’s not the time. she’s not even mad at him or the world, just this relentless headache. god, make it go away. she would resort to pills, but she hates swallowing them. bad experience. then—then he starts singing and soji can’t believe her ears, wonders if she should maybe kick him out of the library. that would be good. but she can’t kick customers. if she wants them out, she can’t yell either. always gotta be polite. this fucking bullshit. she’s straightening because as it seems he just won’t shut it.’ ) Look here, are you trying to make me punch you out of here? ( ‘it doesn’t mean that she can’t voice out her displeasure and what will happen if she’s pushed to the edge. customer or not, respect goes both ways.’ ) Because I will, and it will hurt.
{ ` heads turn and all the attention is on him again, just how he likes it. He knows the etiquette of a library, but the fact that his noona is the librarian gives him free-reign. at least, he thinks it does. grinning from ear to ear he presses his palms against the counter of the librarian’s desk, leaning closer to whisper now, but only because he’s getting a death glare from a rather scary looking man. } You wouldn’t do that would you? I’d tell your boss and then you’d get fired! We all need money, you can’t just throw it away like that. { ` with a firm nod, he narrows his eyes at her, skepticism evident in his features. } You? Hurt me? You doubt me so much, it wounds my heart. Plus, if you did touch me, I’m pretty sure I could just scream and lay some sexual harassment claim or something. Who wouldn’t believe me? I’m cute as hell, all the noonas want me.
yojunioh 。
❝Woah, this game is terrible.❞
The game isn't the thing that's terrible. { ` with tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth from concentration, he moves his body as if it'll help steer the car on the screen. the sound of his vehicle crashing into the other's has him grinning from ear to ear. } I'd say you're really bad at this, but fact is -- I'm just really good. Like immensely good. Like I am the gaming God.
[MSG:] that audition I went to? turned out to be for porn
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[ text : minion ]
( »» ) please tell you still auditioned( »» ) just let me know what pornos you’re in, it’d be really scarring to see your face while getting off
[MSG:] I don’t care how ugly she is, I can’t turn down a free movie and blowjob. In this economy that’s downright irresponsible.
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[ text : unknown ]
( »» ) look man you gotta draw a limit somewhere tho( »» ) i mean you don’t wanna turn around during the movie and scream after seeing her face. faces lit up from movie light are kinda freaky already( »» ) but you gotta do what you gotta do. just keep your eyes closed while she does her thing
text message starters
[MSG:] What if you jacked off onto some soil and then some humans started sprouting?
[MSG:] For the last time, we are not naming our child “Actual Proof I Lost My Virginity!”
[MSG:] What’s life without a pregnancy scare?
[MSG:] I got a masters degree in being ignored.
[MSG:] He sneezed into my face mid-kiss.
[MSG:] Well, PukeFest 2k14 just happened.
[MSG:] No worries, I’ve prioritized my homework into “can do drunk” and “should be sober” categories. We’re good.
[MSG:] I’m giving head in a stairwell, I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’m so ashamed.
[MSG:] I can only rely on you and Taco Bell.
[MSG:] I just shaved the Batman symbol into my pubes.
[MSG:] Porn. Physics. Porn. Icecream. Porn. That’s my life now.
[MSG:] I’m like the Sherlock Holmes of figuring out people’s sexual fetishes.
[MSG:] I’m giving my fifteen year old sister blowjob advice. This is probably illegal somewhere.
[MSG:] Someone in this bar yelled “OI, SLUT!” and I automatically looked up.
[MSG:] I’m laying in the fetal position on the floor of my kitchen eating potato salad with my fingers. Please come over with some real food and keep me company.
[MSG:] YOU SAID YOUR MOM DIDN’T KNOW. THE “CONGRATS ON TAKING MY CHILD’S VIRGINITY” CAKE SHE GAVE ME SAYS OTHERWISE.
[MSG:] Who the hell poured a whole pouch of Capri Sun down my throat last night?
[MSG:] No apologies necessary. Just give me sex and Pop Tarts, and we’ll call it even.
[MSG:] I stopped you from sending your teacher nude pics last night. Once you sober up, you owe me, BIG TIME.
[MSG:] He corrected me on my grammar when I came. Fuck English majors.
[MSG:] That audition I went to? Turned out to be for porn.
[MSG:] Pro tip: sex on a waterbed is not as good as an idea as it sounds.
[MSG:] I don’t care how ugly she is, I can’t turn down a free movie and blowjob. In this economy that’s downright irresponsible.
[MSG:] You’re the third person to ever have sex with me. (Well, for free.)
[MSG:] I woke up to my roommate checking my pulse.
[MSG:] Um, that’s called prostitution.
[MSG:] I just had my first lesbian experience. Out of spite.
[MSG:] Not sure what I need more… a shoulder to cry on or a dick to suck.
