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#!visual #he's so freaking cute in pink

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the last of the real ones

( @ccxkana )

it’s been months since he’s seen her –– months since he’s actually spoken to her. it’s not like jongin’s been avoiding her, he’d found no reason to. if he’s being honest, putting the cold hard truth out there; he found no reason to be near her. he’d learnt the hard way –– had learnt through two lifetimes –– that what he doesn’t need, he doesn’t need to care for. and he thinks he doesn’t need seulgi, not really, in this second life. 

his life had been going fine for him, despite recent breakups with girls he was still putting himself out there, still trying to change himself, to live as much of a normal life as the world would allow him. seulgi in it, would only mean his life would be more troublesome than it already was.

though it would be a lie to say that she hadn’t preoccupied his thoughts. on his darkest nights he’d be drinking soju alone, thinking of happier times. and most of those times involved her.

yet it’s impossible not to see her, especially with their family being good friends. a dinner gathering wasn’t unheard of –– it had just been so long. his mother makes him help out in the kitchen with seulgi and his eyes glance over towards her before he busies himself. he’s not too sure what to say anymore.

he wonders if she hates him, after all he did willingly kill taeyong. he wonders if she knows that he’d do it all over again –– taeyong’s life, to him, meant little if it killing him could have them avoiding another apocalypse. 

his plan for the night was simple. he’d made date plans with a girl he met at a café and would leave the dinner halfway. no small talk, no need for him to socialize and what not. all he needed was an okay from the girl and he’d be good to go.

it’s then when his phone rings and he catches sight of the popup message on the screen. “sorry! i can’t make it today! maybe next time?” great, he thinks. his one escape plan failed him.

“great,” he sighs, rolling his eyes as he replies the message.

#ccxkana #!p #!plastoftherealones #( this is long but i mean its us so

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Jongin gifs from Andate teaser 🌼

#!visual #( am on hiatus rn but look at how beautiful he is urgha ksnsksns #will make a graphic with all the adante material soon it's so ccjongin

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ccjaewon:

jaewon wouldn’t let himself get dragged down by anything, or anyone for that matter. it was enough to be scouted ( somewhat ) for some sort of elite mission in competition with other leagues. his mood wavers even more when he finds out when it’s a partner mission. to be partnered with someone that gave less than one hundred and twenty five percent – there was no way that he would have handled that with calmness and coolness. it was an eruption waiting to happen.

but it’s a good thing that he doesn’t have to worry about it. hopefully. knowing jongin, there’s a certain fire inside of him. the same fire that burns so deeply within himself. he sees it, he feels it. it brings a smirk to his face – someone that can finally keep up with him. no offense to his team, or anything – truth be told, he cares for every single one of them.

but jongin and jaewon – it’s the real dream team. no ifs, ands, or buts about it. it’s not cockiness if you can actually back up your words and thoughts with ability. he smiles – actually smiles. “jongin, with the two of us, we’re more than winning at this point already.” his fingers clutch against his weapon in disguise – his own necklace. “but let’s find some monsters so we can actually win. saying it is one thing – doing it is another.”

jaewon speaks the truth and jongin can only nod his head. the grin on his face is hard to wipe off though –– he can practically smell victory so close to them; mostly thanks to his partner being someone he knows that at the very least he can trust with getting the job done well.

“i’m so excited,” jongin says, and momentarily he acts his age. while he hasn’t been the biggest fan of fighting ( the first timeline had scarred him enough ), hunting monsters was another thing. “where do you suggest we go first?”

and he knows that despite having “lived” a timeline more than jaewon, jaewon was still the hyung and did have a higher position than jongin in the league. he was more than willing to listen to anything jaewon had to say, he trusted the boy and his skills enough to know that they probably wouldn’t end up in a sticky situation.

he thinks for a moment as he recalls the information they’d be given –– 1 point for d level monsters, 5 points for c level monsters and 10 points for b level. “we could start with the c levels and work our way up. who knows... maybe if we’re lucky we’ll get ourselves a 50 pointer,” a card, he leaves the words unsaid but there’s a smile hanging on his lips.

we’re in it to win

#ccjaewon #!ptowin #!p #cc:mail #( had to stop myself from making jongin call them a visual duo

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a brief look into the asshole heartthob host’s instagram :

// ft. @cchongbin, @ccminji, @ccjongin, @ccxtuan, @ccjiyeon, @ccjinri plus an extra . @ccxtaeyong, @ccxdaichi, @ccjiho, @ccxsilver, @ccsejeong, @ccjaewon

#!ig #LOVE THIS #love taekai #love this edit!!!!!!!!!!

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ccbaekhyun:

every single day’s the same, the same old routine – boring and dull. he does pizza deliveries all day, driving back and forth through the city into the evening before ringing up various items that function as midnight snacks to people until the early hours of the morning. at least, on the days he has night shifts otherwise his nights might look a little different depending on the day, on his plans. but the next morning everything starts again anyway, the same routine for another time, for the hundredth time.

it’s something baekhyun dislikes with every fiber of his body but something he’s so content with at the same time; a conflict that stems from the missing desire for more, having no further aspirations in his life. baekhyun’s not wishing to reach out for the stars, for any kind of happiness. who needs that?

it will always be this shitty job, this shitty life.

( he guesses, he can live with that as long as he has the shadows on his side. )

eyes flicker down to the little slip of paper in between his fingers, checking the apartment number once again to make sure it’s the right one. yes, it is. and even after he rings the bell, it doesn’t take long for the door to click open, a pleasant surprise. that’s what baekhyun thinks, at least, an even bigger surprise being revealed only a second later – greeted by not only a familiar face but with an even more familiar voice that manages to let shudders crawl down his arms.

there are a couple of remarks sitting on the tip of his tongue to the other’s speechlessness but, “oh–– it’s you,” manages to escape him before anything else and the blank, indifferent expression that was sitting on his face is immediately replaced. a serious sense of deja-vu is hitting him, easily brushed off because he didn’t think he’d ever meet that boy again. he has no idea that the fuzziness, the tingly feeling is coming from something entirely else. “did your girl order pizza from us again––” baekhyun interrupts himself and a faint smile curls onto his lips, soft and barely visible to hide away a bitterness he can’t quite place that’s laced into his voice, “–– what was your name again? i didn’t catch it the last time.”

quitting isn’t easy; jongin knows this. it especially isn’t so when it’s got something to do with your heart and what it wants. ‘mind over matter’ as some would say but jongin, as hard as he tries, calls bullshit on that most of the time. it’s even harder when the object of your (ex? current?) affections is standing right there in front of you.

he’d thought avoiding baekhyun would be easier now –– that because he knew better, knew that this boy would bring him nothing but regret and would later on result in his own damn downfall, that ignoring him would be easy, that avoiding him would be the best solution.

yet the world is mysterious, it works in a way that jongin can’t even comprehend. hell, he’d practically lived two lives, he was a hero with a magical transformation and all so why was it that bumping into baekhyun still seemed so unfathomable to him? 

“no she didn’t,” jongin says, and his hands fumble with the wallet, a part of him wishes for time to go faster –– so baekhyun could just leave –– but another wants to live in this moment. “my friends wanted the pizza today.”

it’s obvious that baekhyun doesn’t remember the first timeline, so jongin’s been sentenced to his memory alone. the memory of them and their faked ‘forevers’. of baekhyun’s skin against his own, and then the memory of baekhyun crushing his heart and leaving him to dust.

he’s spaced out again.

“it’s jong––” he nearly replies, but it feels all too much like deja vu. the last thing he’d want is a repeat of his first life. “you don’t have to know. i’m just your customer,” and the word feels bitter against his tongue –– just. they aren’t even friends here and jongin should know better than to pursue anything more than what they already have. 

“here’s the cash,” he says, passing the wad of money to baekhyun. “thanks for the pizza baek,” he only realizes it after the words leave his mouth, and his eyes widen in surprise at his own words. “i –– i only know that because well...” he points to baekhyun’s name tag awkwardly, blush creeping onto his face. dammit jongin.

hello, stranger.

#ccbaekhyun #!phellostranger #!p #IT GOT SO LONG IM SRY JONGIN HAS SO MUCH ON HIS MIND

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we’re in it to win

( @ccjaewon ) 

his biggest fear when he’d heard about this whole... cahoots the governing body had planned was that he really did not want to be with a deadweight. jongin knew that he could very much carry his own; surviving the first timeline and all helped with his ability to not fuck up as much anymore.

so when he found out that he’d been paired with jaewon, he was more than relieved. after all, jaewon was a part of nightshade –– and despite him not being as close to jaewon as he’d like, he knew the boy enough to know that he wouldn’t be bringing him down during this whole dumb competition the governing body had put up.

“jaewon hyung,” he called up, nudging the boy with his arm. it’s hard for him to hide the sly smirk that makes it’s way across his face, and the little glint in his eyes as he turns to look at the older boy. “i can’t believe we got paired up,” he begins, finger tapping against the charm on his necklace –– his magical weapon when unused. “with a team like ours, we’ve pretty much already won, haven’t we?” he jokes, though he’s sort of half serious. if anything, jongin’s pretty confident in his teamwork with jaewon. 

#ccjaewon #cc:mail #!ptowin #!p #i hope its okay OMG

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☁ ⎯⎯⎯ { social media adventures 01 ;                 if he’d ever figure out how it works –– the instagram edition

shadowbound, even after all those years, baekhyun hasn’t really figured out how exactly social media works and what its actual purpose is. but if he would, that’s what his instagram account would look like – simply everything that manages to catch his eyes; featuring stray cats. his posts are messy and neither follow a certain posting pattern nor any kind of aesthetic, there also is no colour scheme although he prefers to upload darker pictures with a lot of black or those he made at night. most seen on his account are the countless stray cats he regularly feeds and photos of random shadows he thought looked pretty. because of the fact that he hardly ever takes selfies, his face doesn’t make much of an appearance but he ( please, don’t tell anyone! ) enjoys uploading photos of people close to him very much. his captions are usually empty since he doesn’t really uses emojis and has nothing special to say.

featuring; @ccjongin , @ccjisoo , @ccjennie , @ccjonghyun

#!ig #it's like u want me to cry.... #ILU

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–– * elite (letter!)

Unless you’re waiting for a lovely retirement notice, any letters issued by the Governing Body rarely contain good news. Your team leader hands you an ivory envelope with a silver seal, upon which an image of two swords clashing is embossed. Whichever secretary had been told to write your name has impeccable handwriting.

Once you decide to open it, a dark grey paper is crisply folded three times. It reads the following:

Greetings, KIM JONGIN

This is a formal notice that you will be placed into Rotation A, as ordained by the Governing Body. We will be arriving for an impromptu observation to see how you perform when group dynamics are suddenly, inexplicably changed. We are intrigued by the Busan League’s high performance and are considering you for an elite mission. It’s of the highest caliber and will possibly require the assistance of humans and/or cards, which is why it is essential to test your adaptability.

The elite mission your league is being considered for will pay generously, as well as contribute to your ranking when an official inspection is scheduled. In addition to monetary reward, we will allot funds to upgrade your training room equipment at HQ.

Currently, we are also considering the Changsha and Saint Petersburg leagues to be assigned this mission. We can only choose one, so know your competition and be prepared to perform. Be brave. Be bold. Be ready to work as a team.

- The Governing Body

he doesn’t have much thought towards the governing body, leans to no side. though had this been in his first life, jongin would’ve cowered in fear the moment he’d received the letter. it’s different now though, jongin’s lived a life more than they have –– he knows more than they probably would hope to. 

if anything, he feels like it’s a damn disgrace that he’s on a rookie team after all the shit he’d done in the first timeline. but nobody remembers, jongin’s curse would always be his own memory.

he doesn’t pay much heed to the envelope or the way his name is written with such official notice. and then a thought; had the governing body finally caught wind of the rebellion? had they approached jongin to kill taeyong one more time?

the answer is obvious once he finally reads the contents of the paper though. it’s nothing close to that –– the governing body has disappointed jongin once again. he sighs loudly as he holds the letter between two fingers. rotation a? immediately he hopes that he isn’t put in a group of deadweights. 

there’s not really any sense of pride that overwhelms him though, jongin knows he’s been doing a good job, knows that the busan league hasn’t fucked up as badly as they did in the first timeline yet. so to be complimented like this, through a letter no less, it felt like a normal weekday.

the word that does catch his attention though, is elite, and as though by habit he scoffs; his eyes rolling back ever so slightly. “elite?” he says out loud, tone almost mocking. just how much more elite could you get than surviving the apocalypse? 

the governing body had done one thing right though; and that was providing jongin with a good laugh.

#cardcaptorskrp #!solo #( how did jongin turn out like this HOW !!!!! #submission

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#!playlist #this is such a jongin song.................. #also such a GOOD SONG

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ccdoyoung:

please be okay, please. 

with his clasped hands, doyoung had prayed hard for jongin’s safety and victory. as much as he wants to help and protect the other, he still refuses to fight after all these years and he figures he would’ve only been some kind of nuisance in jongin’s way. but this is his hero and he’ll always stay by his hero’s side. as soon as the fight ends, he rushes over and nearly latches himself onto jongin’s arm. “you’re always worrying about me, but i’m fine.”

always playing the hero. doyoung shakes his head, a sigh of relief exiting his body. “you stress me out so much, you know that? you can’t tell from my face, but i was so worried. i thought i was gonna die of a heart attack if anything terrible happened to you.” he loosen his hold on jongin to gently smile at the other, unshed tears brimming his eyelashes. he doesn’t like showing his tears, but every fight alongside jongin leaves him with a surplus of worries and fears.

“my hero, whatever will we do with you?” doyoung carefully caresses jongin’s face before moving his hand to softly pet the other’s hair. he takes in the other’s appearance and bites his lip from saying anything more. the blood makes him worry, but he tries not to make a big deal about it. “how much does it hurt though?”

the heavy feeling of worry that once sat on his chest is lifted the moment he realizes that doyoung is fine. his arms still sting but jongin only winces slightly, he doesn’t want to worry doyoung –– the card too kind, too good to him. he smiles at the boy, in hopes to let the worry dissipate.

“you can’t die,” jongin says, voice calm, almost warm even, “i would never let that happen.” and despite the bruises on his own body, he finds himself already feeling better around doyoung. and maybe it’s the fact that doyoung after all, was the serenity card, or maybe it was just doyoung himself and jongin, after all their time spent together, found comfort in the boy.

he lifts his bruised arm up and gently pats at the bottom of doyoung’s eyes, soft laughter leaving his lips. “don’t cry. i’m still around, right? and smiling!” he manages to say. doyoung is unlike any card he’s met, kind to a fault and genuine too. jongin had always believed that he was lucky to call doyoung a card of his own.

“a little,” jongin says, not wanting to worry the boy. and then he attempts to move only, to let out a whine. he’d taken more than a few hits to the arm. “well... maybe more than a little.” he squints his eyes, attempts to smile through the stinging in his body as he looks at the blood.

we’ll be okay

#ccdoyoung #!p #!pwell #( OUR BOYS i love them so mu ch... the softest boys

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walk walk, fashion baby

( @ccethan ) 

he’s not really that interested in modelling. but it makes good money and he’s been approached more than once by various people on the street trying to ‘cast’ him. usually jongin would’ve brushed it off and thought little about it but the money doesn’t sound too bad. and his dad has been up to the same shit again. 

jongin’s getting a little desperate.

somehow –– one way or another –– he’s formed this weird friendship with ethan, despite the latter being a card and jongin being a hero more or less tired of life. he doesn’t think much about it when he drags ethan with him. after all, if jongin was tall then ethan was well.. a tower.

“it’s an audition kind of thing... and i sort of need someone to help me take pictures. come on ethan, you have to help me,” he says, trying his best to explain the situation. “i can take pictures of you too! it’s win-win!”

#ccethan #!p #!pwalkwalk #( this is so bad and so late omg im sORRY #I DIDNT REALIZE IT WAS IN MY DRAFTS AHHHHH

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#!visual #( who looks that good.... doing anything.... #love u

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ccxtaeyong:

@ccjongin

he stood in a corner of the studio’s lobby, watching dance students file out of the mirrored practice room, toting duffle bags, swinging water bottles, mopping sweat from their faces and chatting boisterously with each other as if the world around them wasn’t a complete lie. one or two eyed him curiously, maybe even suspiciously, as they passed; he wasn’t a regular, he wasn’t even familiar. he didn’t do anything resembling dancing ever, let alone set foot in the dance studio his best friend taught at. he loomed ominously in his corner, quiet, unmoving, his hands in his pocket, like a shadow with eyes.

if he made eye contact with any of the students, he stared back, as if challenging them to say something. he was in a confrontational mood, in fact, it was what he’d come here for in the first place, and if he had to get any nosy passerby off his case with a few choice words, he would.

when he was sure the room was empty he brushed past the last student, his target in sight. the air was still thick with the lingering humidity of sweat and active bodies, making the cotton of his own t-shirt hug his frame, as if prompted by some sudden bout of static electricity. he sniffed, eyeing the back of jongin’s frame with all the patience of a hungry wolf. 

taeyong hadn’t missed the sudden shift in jongin’s behavior, the way he seemed to avoid eye contact or conversation or interaction altogether. they’d been best friends one minute, then strangers the next, almost literally, leaving taeyong to add jongin’s distressing apathy to a growing list of stressors. 

perhaps it was too self-indulgent to think his best friend might have been there for him after the death of his brother.

he thought about picking up a nearby towel from the floor, balling it up, and throwing it at the back of jongin’s head to get his attention. instead he sniffed, cleared his throat, kept his hands safely in the pockets of his jeans.

“so you are alive then,” he greeted finally, flatly, a dig at the fact that he hadn’t heard from jongin in weeks, yet was all too aware of his presence (or lack thereof) looming over his head, “good to know.”

there are little things to cherish when you’ve only lived life once. jongin’s lived it twice; has known the pain of loss, of feeling. in the first timeline, he’d almost completely lost dancing once, out of stupidity. a broken heart. in this timeline he learns that dancing gives him just the right amount of distraction he needs.

one step, two. one step, two. there’s a rhythm to it as he lets his body follow the music. he turns away from the large mirror to look at the students, some of them breathing heavily, some he’d never even seen in his first life. “well,” he says, clapping his hands together, “that’s all for today! it’s getting a little late so please get home safely! i’ll see you guys next week!” he dismisses them before he walks towards the speaker where his phone laid.

the students leave one by one, waving goodbye to him and when the class is finally, completely empty, jongin rests his cheek against the palm of his hand as he scrolls through his playlist solely for the class. it’s a good distraction, really, it keeps his mind away from the fact that he lives a life less worthy than this.

and then he hears it, a distinct voice –– one he’d admittedly been avoiding for a while. the voice that had once yelled at the world to kill him only to turn silent when faced with the fact that his best friend offered to be the one to do so.

he turns to taeyong and his heart clenches like it’s been forcefully squeezed. “barely,” he manages to reply before he locks his phone, carefully setting it to the side. he’d rather not be here, he’d rather be at home; somewhere much further from taeyong. his existence alone served as a reminder that jongin was a murderer (as though his status as a hero wasn’t enough to fuel it already).

“what are you doing here?” he asks, eyebrow raised. “if you want to sign up for lessons you should try the other classes. mine is full and filled with sixteen year olds.”

⇀static

#ccxtaeyong #!p #!pstatic #( i sighed loudly writing this reply can u believe it

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hello, stranger.

( @ccbaekhyun ) 

sometimes he forgets that this is his second life –– because everything remains the same in essence, he’s still a college kid, still terribly bad at keeping up with deadlines and still feels like a stranger in his own skin. 

there are nights when jongin can’t sleep; all he can remember, can see –– is the red that had covered taeyong when he plunged a sword into his chest. and then there are nights when he has sweeter dreams, remembers the feel of an ex-beloved against his skin. those nights are the worst.

so when his friends had decided to order pizza, the tightening in his chest isn’t totally uncalled for. of course, jongin still remembers. his curse is that he remembers everything. though what were the odds, right? 

“jongin ––” he hears a friend call out to him and immediately the boy looks away from the tv screen, eyebrows raised. “you zoned out and lost!” his friend jokes and jongin laughs back good-naturedly. “so that means you’re the one paying for the pizza tonight! thanks!”

and as if almost on cue the doorbell rings, the sound followed by laughter from his friends along with lots of thank you jongins!. the boy rolls his eyes but he doesn’t argue back, instead grabbing at his wallet before heading towards the door ( a part of him almost stops by the mirror to check on his appearance. almost out of habit ).

“you guys are assholes!” he calls out as he opens the door, his attention then focused back on his wallet. “thanks for the pizza, how much is i ––” oh. well fuck ( and he’s still in love ).

#!p #!phellostranger #ccbaekhyun #( THIS IS LATE AND IM STILL CRYIGN

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i’m sorry, my brother

( @cctaemin ) 

battle is basic when you’re a hero. wounds, a norm. jongin knows this and if his memory from the first timeline stands for anything, he should know this better than anyone. today he’s teamed up with taemin and the both of them, quite honestly, make a pretty good pair. jongin relies on his strength instead of anything else; his best point.

and he thinks that they’ve got it this time, that they’ve finally defeated this beast. but he’s wrong. it fights back and this time he watches as taemin gets striked. he moves before he can think, there’s an alarm ringing in his head, fear colouring his eyes as he jumps to taemin’s side.

shit, he thinks, “fuck,” he breathes and he doesn’t waste any time. all he can see, all he remembers is the red adorning taemin, the blood against his lips. it’s never happened here, not now, but jongin sees it and his heart is thumping loud against his chest. quickly he grabs at taemin’s arm, practically carrying the boy before he’s running off, leaving the monster behind.

no, no, not again. he’s afraid, fear crawling up into his chest and there’s this pool of guilt that settles into his stomach. when they’re finally a good distance from the monster jongin releases taemin, pulling himself away from the boy. 

he’s shaking.

“taemin –– are you,” he turns to taemin, and his eyes are panicked. “are you alright?”

#cctaemin #!p #!pimsorry #(im hurting.... SO MUCH

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talk shit, get hit.

( @cctaehyung ) 

it’s still sickening –– everything. sometimes jongin thinks it’s better not to remember, at least that way he doesn’t have to live with this constant guilt digging at his chest. it’s even worse when he’s here and he’s reminded of the fact that these people (at least, some of them) know him as a killer in a different life.

he sits by the coach, and his mind is a mess. he closes his eyes, coffee in his hand in an attempt to calm down but all he ever sees whenever his eyes are shut is red. blood, the look of despair –– betrayal. 

“shit,” he mumbles under his breath, quickly sipping on his drink. he needs more rest. in actuality, he knows that he needs to get away from this place, it brings back too much. yet for some reason he just can’t. there’s this odd feel of unfinished business that still settles on his chest.

leaning against the couch he peels his eyes away from the cup of coffee at hand only to see a familiar red head approaching him. it doesn’t take long for his mood to go from tired to annoyed.

#cctaehyung #!p #!ptalkshit #( IT BEGINS