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Min Yejun - 041192Just a cleaner @ Kim's Cleaning Service.

[zeujun]

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“Like, I don’t know if it’s true but apparently pot is out and coke is he new thing people are all doing–” With a shrug of his shoulders, the male broke off a bitch of the edible and placed it in the palm of his hand. “It’s like kids these days skip the elementary stuff and go straight to the coke. Now that’s a methaphor.” 

"Makes sense, though, don’t you think? Why waste your money and time on something that doesn’t bring you all of the desired effect? Rather save up and get the real deal’s what I think, here.” He wasn’t exactly fazed by the entire subject, most likely because it didn’t concern him or anyone he knew. “Why are you bringing it up, though?”

[zeujun]

life.

                 ( 내일은 과연 어떨지 우린 평생 모르지 ) even if you’re stuck in it, you sometimes get carried away. you’re put on autopilot, where everything just kinda happens without one being fully conscious of it. the same occurred to yejun when the part of his life he was most proud of began to crumble into pieces.

maintaining a band was not easy. most of the youngsters who gathered into groups to make music soon noticed that the motivation they had in the beginning would not remain unlimited. issues would come up, arguments would develop, and eventually; it would all end. yejun and dohee knew how it went. they had faced numerous problems throughout their career and oftentimes there were moments they had talked about breaking GCD apart. but it never happened. in the end, they always picked each other back up and continued to work hard to become someone others admired, someone others wanted to listen to and share. yejun, himself, had always had faith in their group; he never thought it would seriously become difficult to put everything back together. but he was wrong.

as much as him and dohee cherished what they had built up, they both couldn’t fully dedicate their entire lives to it. they weren’t completely unknown, but weren’t popular enough either, to earn the money they needed to survive. so they picked up jobs, went around town, went to different cities, occasionally. and instead of living one life together, they separated from each other, became two completely different individuals with two completely different ideas of the world. they had different values, plans and hobbies. while dohee was rather social and kind, a blessing to all, yejun slipped into solitary more and more, hid in his studio whenever he could and engaged in his work when that was needed. their schedules didn’t line up, and even if they resided in the same apartment, they saw each other less and less. 

by now, months have passed since the last time yejun had put his time and effort into anything music related; even more time since he last played with dohee, together. he’s finally visiting his old, beloved studio again. it looks just like when he last left it. notes scattered everywhere, empty beer cans piled up under the desk, fingerprints on all of those different buttons of his producing equipment. the only thing added now is a layer of dust on all the surfaces presented. he sighs. it was once so busy in this small room, now it just looks pathetic. like the home of a failed musician. he’s everything but that. with a plastic bag in his hand, he starts to clean up the trash he’s tainted the floor with. once that’s done, he wipes all of the dust away, just to make his studio look as pretty as it used to. and then, with trembling fingers, he traces the strings of his violin carefully. he observes it, it’s curves and the dark wood it was made of. he’s left it standing around on its own for too long. shaky hands pick it up, he’s anxious, as if it’s his first time attempting. but when he starts to play, it feels like he’s never even stopped.

[zeujun]

Yeah, so, I'm putting my place up for sale. I need it to be spotless. It's probably pretty dusty, I haven't stayed there in a while.

     ━ his arms were crossed above his chest, for once not in a defensive manner. he was listening closely, was known for doing a good job - and that was thanks to his constant focus at work. yejun looked around the hallway, then narrowed his eyes on the female again while finally releasing the knot of his arms to rest them casually on each of his side. ❝i got that. is there a time limit? i like to take a while to clean up thoroughly, if it’s for such a case.❞ maybe it wasn’t his concern of whether the apartment was neat enough to be sold again, after all he wasn’t the one selling it, but if he already worked as a cleaner, he could as well do it right. and more invested time, a better work meant more money and respect. ❝i would also like to know how many rooms you have, if there’s anything i need to take extra care of. and how many windows, mirrors.❞ information one would consider irrelevant, but to him it was necessary and should not be questioned. he eyed her, tipped his head to the side as a subtle, yet polite smile graced his features. ❝and after that’s done, i promise i’ll make your place look like new. maybe so new you’d want to move right back in.❞

[zeujun]

— @defjc

    🎨 — KHLOE WASN’T ONE OF THOSE mainstream girls who  followed all the latest trends, she was far from it. she always stuck  to the things she liked and followed her own trends, but when autumn  rolled around and everything pumpkin spice started being put on  shelves, she couldn’t help herself. why did it have to be such a  mainstream thing? because damn, she really loved the scent.  glancing over at the male, khloe paused for a moment before spritzing  herself once more with the perfume. ❝ … I’ll stop when autumn is over,  then you’ll have to deal with christmas scents. ❞ she grinned, stuffing  the travel sized perfume back into her backpack.

❝khloe--❞ and he gave her the glare. the glare of a pleading boy. the glare of someone who was sincerely tired of all the stinging scent that felt like fire in his nose. the glare that indicated that he was not in the mood to fight, but that he would, if he had to. but as soon as she let the perfume disappear in her bag, he released a deep defeated sigh, used both of his palms to rub them across his face as if they’d made the smell fade. ❝you can spray yourself with it wherever you go. fuck, you can bath in it, if you want. but not when i am around. have some respect. be nice. i am begging you.❞ it wasn’t even the pumpkin spice that messed him up. in general he was quite sensitive with perfumes. a little too much was overwhelming to him. ❝i’m begging you. and i’m telling you, i usually don’t beg for anything.❞

[zeujun]

━ @chaezus

how many times had she cussed herself out for not listening to her own advice? answer: more times than she could count upon her fingers, surely. and seeing as she decided that tonight was the night she could mix practically every drink available at this party, tonight was also the night she had to pay for it. her body seeming lifeless as it leaned against the toilet, head hanging forward with her eyes closed and lips parted, groaning quietly in response to the entire situation. the sudden question was barely heard, let alone registered. leaving the stranger to continue questioning her doings, she didn’t even bother finding the strength to give him a reply.

really. there was nothing more he hated than parties. groups of wasted people, little to no space, sticky air, the smell of alcohol and vomit mixed together, filling his nostrils up to the point he felt like throwing up himself. it was worse than riding the subway on a weekday, and that alone he loathed. if he didn’t have to pick up a friend, he wouldn’t even think about getting close to this place. if he were in the mood to celebrate and drink, he’d do it by himself. really, he was just looking for this girl, but she was lost in the crowd. he kept seeking, couldn’t spot her. but when he heard those obnoxious sounds in the bathroom, he couldn’t help but wonder. maybe it was her? he knocked, spoke up, didn’t get a response at all. maybe his voice had gone under in the loud beat of this terrible musical choice, so again, he knocked, this time harder. ❝fuck, how can girls get this wasted.❞ he muttered to himself. ❝open the door. or at least reply. i’m not here to waste my fucking time.❞

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[zeujun]

write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back

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     ❝got it, well–❞ he sipped on his drink. ❝as long as you leave me alone when you come back from the dead. like, just– avoid me.❞ by now he was giving a firm nod in approval to his own words. he endured taehyung through one of his lives, he didn’t have to do it again. though yejun had to admit, out of all people he knew, he did consider the younger male as one of the more pleasant human beings that were invading earth. ❝don’t wanna offend you, but having you around once is more than enough.❞

[zeujun]

❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ( Ariana )

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     ❝well, i agree with the bitter part.❞ what a coincidence to meet her again, this time not caught in an elevator but rather in the queue at a supermarket. she had been staring at some person, had talked to herself it seemed, and that alone made yejun recognize her - though it could’ve as well been that voice of hers, kind of arrogant and unpleasant to his ears. he could never forget something like that.

❝cute is something else, though.❞ he stated while fixing the sunglasses on his nose. it wasn’t really sunny, but shades were an important part of his every day fashion. not because he was that much into it, but rather so people really didn’t recognize him. ❝i could say your butt is cute, but upon closer examination.. naah.❞ shoulders were shrugged before he motioned her to take a step forward as the line was moving. ❝to be exact, no adjective with similar meaning fits you.❞

[zeujun]

❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜

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     ❝that’s nice, i guess. some quality information you brought to me,❞ you could literally hear how little interest yejun put into his voice. ❝but what do you expect from me now?❞ it seemed like he was prone to people sharing everything with him these days, but it didn’t mean he ever got used to it. he didn’t understand the concept of voicing all your thoughts as if they were necessary. who cared whether you were cold or hungry? don’t talk about it, do something against it. ❝i ain’t gonna get you any food so you better move your ass and go to eat something or shut up. i’m trying to think.❞ about work. not other people’s small problems.

[zeujun]

❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜

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     from all yejun knew, he had always experienced oscar as a rather optimistic person? or at least more on the positive side. so his words couldn’t have had a further sense, they were probably as empty as yejun’s fridge at the moment - which he definitely should change, he now thought. ❝tough day at the night club, eh?❞ yejun snorted as he opened his door a little further for the other male to step in. ❝you came all the way to tell me that instead of going home to sleep? you do get how stupid that is?❞ well, it was only around midnight, but if yejun were him, he’d avoid each thing that held him back from resting. then again, yejun picked sleep over just anything. ❝i’m busy so what do you want now, cup of tea? a warm hug? you ain’t getting that here and you know that, too.❞

[zeujun]

" if you think I'm ugly now, you should've seen me in 2009. "

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     at this point he could only laugh at her words. it wasn’t always simple to get a chuckle out of him; but eunbi was pretty good at dragging certain feelings out of his grumpy self to begin with. yejun quirked a brow at her; leaned back into the sofa he was seated on and crossed his arms above his chest in a casual way. ❝frankly speaking,❞ he began. ❝i don’t think 2009 was a good year for anyone.❞ not that he had paid more attention to people 7 years ago, but from what he had heard, a lot of individuals were mentally facepalming their own old images. ❝but nevertheless you made me curious. i want to verify if you’re speaking the truth. how can i know you haven’t become uglier through the years?❞ another snicker left his plump lips. ❝c’mon, whip out some pics.❞

[zeujun]

❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ( Hyunwoo )

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     ❝dude. tone it down.❞ yejun just rolled his eyes at the younger. ❝your life has just started and you’re talking like that?❞ not that he, himself, could judge. numerous times had he said similar things; and despite being almost ten years older, there was no way he could feel more reasonable about it. ❝come back in like, twenty years. maybe then we can discuss this. but until then, jesus, get your shit together. what could possibly exhaust you so much about life?❞ he almost snorted. wasn’t this brat still at school? didn’t he have teenage things to worry about? like pimples, girls, random boners during class? in all honesty, yejun was sure he’d rather have hyunwoo’s little problems than his own. ❝grow up first before you spit such bullshit.❞

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❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

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"Layers" Character Meme

[zeujun]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: min yejun

Eye Color: dark brown

Hair Style/Color(Fur): changes constantly, currently blond

Height: 182 cm

Clothing Style: casual, just jeans and plain or band shirts

Best Physical Feature: dimples

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: thunder (though he does not show), intimacy, flying (it rather makes him feel uncomfortable.), doctors (same as flying.)

Guilty Pleasure: watching porn for mere entertainment

Biggest Pet Peeve: people that assume they know him

Ambition for the Future: make it big with GCD without revealing himself

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: god, no.

What They Think About the Most: sleeping and composing.

What They Think About Before Bed: if he did all the work he could possibly do.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: focusing

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: single

To be Loved or Respected: to be respected

Dogs or Cats: dogs

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: his whole life is a lie.

Believe in Yourself: he only believes in himself.

Believe in Love: no.

Want Someone: no.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: he has.

Done Drugs: he hasn’t.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: never even thought about it.

LAYER SEVEN: AGE

DOB: November 4th, 1992

How Old Will You Be: 24

Age You Lost Your Virginity: 18

Does Age Matter: it depends.

LAYER EIGHT: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: quiet and understanding about the fact he doesn’t like involving into much skinship.

Best Eye Color: he likes lighter colors of brown.

Best Hair Color: all are fine.

Best thing to do With a Partner: listen to music while lying around.

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: silence

I feel: tired

I hide: my other self.

I miss: nothing.

I wish: people would accept that i hate them.

[zeujun]

❝ Why are you picking a fight with me today? ❞

Scandal Sentence Starters. ⇀ @spiridicn

     Silence. Come to think that this time he didn’t even notice he was becoming his usual self. The thing is, he never started fights with valid reasons. It’s just that this time, he couldn’t even make one up. He didn’t recall what irritated him. He couldn’t find the important cause of his outburst. Yejun kept looking at her, struggling with finding the right words. His hands were hidden in the depths of his pockets where he fumbled with particles of paper he had forgotten to dispose. He was aware of the fact that Eunbi has had a troublesome day. He, on the other hand, hadn’t even realized that it was already about to turn night, that he had passed the day almost too easily. So after releasing a deep sigh, he managed to shrug his shoulders somewhat nonchalantly, lips parting so he can talk. ❝For once in my life, I can confidently say, that I don’t have a single clue. I’m sorry.❞ He was. ❝I do a lot of things very well. But as you can see, I’m best at being a bothersome teenage boy.❞ And then he ruffled up his hair before reaching into his back pocket. ❝I’ll make up for it. What are you into these days, I’ve saved some money I can waste for the rest of the day.❞

[zeujun]

❝ Are you spying on me? You don’t trust me? ❞

Scandal Sentence Starters. ⇀ @numberxix

     ❝Well–❞ there was a hint of an awkward smile on his lips. ❝I don’t.❞ Though this was something minor and shouldn’t even be any of his concern, he couldn’t help but check after her like a strict father. He had called her to grab some food with him, but she had declined the offer, said she had to study. Considering she had never turned him down before, it kind of seemed suspicious, so the first natural reaction of his was to pay her a visit. ❝I don’t trust anybody. But hey, I still brought food, in case you did actually study hard like a good student.❞ He finally smiled more sincere and motioned towards the bag in his hand with a swift gesture of his head. ❝So let’s eat.❞