#jaenv

[xsleepwalkingx-blog]

@jaenv 

“Anywhere that sells cheap drinks.”

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@jaenv​:

He spent endless nights studying, worrying about his connection to the society he lived in for the past few years of his life and yet he still isn’t sure if he’s doing something quite productive. His father should have been the one doing all these, or maybe Mr. Han, but he can never tell where those two people are. Sometimes they’re just around the corner, sometimes they’re not. It’s not easy to track, especially when they’re scentless.

Leo pulls his arms forward to stretch as he looks up by the door of the cafe’s office. There’s a slim figure peering through, glistened of innocence. “Hm?” He hums, curiosity rushing through the look upon his eyes. “I didn’t really call you.” he adds, remembering that the past few minutes, he dwell on nothing but the bills in front of him, seemingly endless.

He then looks down at his empty cup, sheepishly looking back at her as he raises the cup with a slight wave. “Perhaps make me another coffee? I like how you make it, it’s strong but smooth.” 

beyond the window behind him is the silver of the moon amid the night sky, its coruscating rays casting an iridescent sheen across his chiseled features that has her staring at him for a second too long. leo looks stunning in this setting, absolutely breathtaking. she begins to wonder if he has always been this handsome, or if she has never noticed in the past. whichever of the two it might be, she could not bring herself to take her eyes off of him and could not understand why. but, chaeyeon eventually catches herself in the act and reminds herself to stop so she does not make a habit out of this. for the last thing she would want is for him to think of her in a negative light. 

she’s standing behind the door to his office with her head peering through the crevice when he first notices her. lips pursed, fingers wrapped loosely around the doorknob. chaeyeon spares a brief glance down at the cup in his hand, empty. “don’t you think it’s too late for another cup, leo? you already had two. too much caffeine isn’t good for you.” the end of her allocution ends in a soft murmur, gaze surveying the papers scattered across his desk. some were crumpled, others weren’t. both a clear sign that he has been working for a while, but how long? knowing leo, the answer must be hours on end. “and besides,” she slowly trails off, sheepishly entering his office until she’s drawn herself two steps away from where he sits. “you should take a break. it doesn’t have to be long, but enough for you to take a breather and rest for a moment, maybe two.” 

#jaenv #.r

[eterneli]

“ the shadows were always taller than you when you walked ”

Poetry Prompts.         Accepting.

The pressure burgeoning within his ribcage is unforeseen as the younger’s words cascade into the abyss one by one.

Perhaps because he never expected Jaehyun to notice, especially not during the childhood he spent looking after the young prince. Children are not supposed to perceived the tarnished souls in the world after all. But this is no ordinary child, is it?

Guess you can never tell, even with those you know inside out.

A bittersweet simper curves by the edge of crimson lips as the mind immerses itself into the moment almost as if averse to moving forward, because that would mean wholly acknowledging that the kid who used to run after his heels has bloomed into an independent man. And it would almost mean letting go of the persistent habit of overprotection over foreign blood he considers his own.

“Who said you could grow up so fast huh?”

Lithe fingers reach forward to ruffle the other’s locks as he did countless times before in a fleeting display of affection, accompanied by an intangible arrow that pierces the muscle oscillating underneath his chest. Vulnerability is, however, not a good look on Byun Baekhyun and therefore the pianist is quick to shatter any trace of its manifestation when his palm quickly retracts, arms crossing over his chest instead.

Hazel hues avert elsewhere, perhaps the glimmering moonlight peaking through the windows or even Haru sitting at his feet as he breathes in. It doesn’t necessarily ease the ache, but there is certainly an alleviation to it as he briefly glances over before breathing out. “It is nothing for you to worry about, kid. All you need to know is that you should handle yours better than I did mine. Don’t ever let them walk taller than you.”

#jaenv #marked. #2nd brat. #( how do you spell sad? #i think it's 'baekhyun' #queue.

[yeunder]

for @jaenv

peak businesstime is sometime between 5 and 6, when the last bit of sunlight falls into open windows and everyone’s hurrying home for a home-cooked meal. many are long time customers, like the constantly disheveled mister park, who always clangs through breathlessly and asks for the biggest bouquet (for his wife, who’s somehow never not cross with him for one reason or another). or the nice woman several doors down who owns the newly-opened stationary store and likes keeping fresh flowers by the window up front (자몽 tulips, sometimes yellow ones if the occasion demands it). 

yeeun’s used to seeing familiar faces, each with their own trademark greeting (for mister park-- not again, ahjussi!). what she doesn’t expect, though, is an unforgettable face to turn up at the most unexpected time.

“leo!” with the window pushed open, her arms and face peep out and straight at him. the street is relatively clear of pedestrians, so she pitches her voice louder. “hey, leo!” no sooner does he turn does she slip through the front door, crossing the street and ambling closer until they’re face to face. when was the last time she’d seen him? ages ago. years-- literally. 

she breathes in before she can help it, then smiles ruefully. funny how some things don’t change. he hasn’t. not really, anyways.

“hey.”

welcome home.

#:^) #jaenv

[zureo-blog]

@jaenv: 

( … )

When Jaehyun sees the message that popped on the screen of his phone, he knew that it’s been too long that he’s gone missing, and he should go back because all he ever consumed were numerous amounts of water and wine that he found on the basement that is still intact within the mansion, and crackers. Expired crackers.

I miss you.

Insignificance is a part of his head—he’s never enough, maybe he is, but not all the time that he’s enough. To some people, he may be, but to himself, he lacks a lot of things, and it’s been an eternal struggle to cope up with the fact that there’s only one person who could love him as he is, and it’s also the same person who hates him more than anything else – himself.

He knows that whatever he does would affect the things that would happen ahead of time, his head is clouded with the thoughts of actually ending the misery that suffocates him but then again, the reason for that is because he can never move on from the darkness that became his only comfort at times as such. He’s confused, his emotions are unstable, although calm, Jaehyun possessed that kind of trait that a lot of people find hard to establish, he doesn’t give a fuck.

( msg: taeyong. ) I’m cold, hyung.

( msg: taeyong. ) and there’s no amount of heat that could make me feel warm.  

Interminable days, followed by somber nights. 

He found himself standing in front of Jaehyun’s apartment again, staring at the citrine alloy of copper engraved on the door for approximately five minutes now, debating whether he should enter or not. This is his fourth time here within the span of a week, each visit without a purpose.

His fingers unfurl from around the doorknob, forehead pressed to the door in disconsolation. Taeyong wonders why he’s even here. The owner isn’t home, hasn’t been home in ages, and made no exact indication as to when he’ll return––if––he’ll ever return. With that in mind, he’s aware he has no business here, and yet, as if he were a stray pup who’d been abandoned by his owner, he has taken himself to the only home he’s ever known of: Jung Jaehyun. 

It’s only when his phone buzzes that Taeyong snapped out of his reverie, half-lidded stygian opticals passing a fleeting glance down at the device he keeps enclosed within his fingers. Mulling over the sender’s name in his mind, it takes him a full ten seconds to realize who it’s from. 

He takes a moment to reread, and another to respond. 

[ sms: Jaehyun ] Where are you at? [ sms: Jaehyun ] I’m coming to get you. 

Taeyong pockets his hand and hastily searches through its contents for his earbuds. When they’re found, the input is plugged into the jack and he calls the other on his way out of the building. Call him old-fashioned, but he has always preferred this method of communication above all else; deems talk cheap if one isn’t able to muster the courage to blatantly voice out their opinions in front of the opposing party. 

One rings. Pick up. Two rings. Please pick up. Four rings. Pick up the fucking phone. Five rings. “Jung Jaehyun.” He hisses beneath his breath, clutching down on the device as if he harbored the intention to crush the damned thing in his grasp. Six, seven. He ignores the doorman’s farewell and exits through the main entrance, frustrated and impatient. 

Then comes the eighth: the rings cease and he’s concerned his call would be sent to voicemail. But that never happens. He clears his mind and drowns out the sounds around him, focuses on the breathing he’s able to discern on the other line, albeit vague. His heart nearly skips a beat. 

“Jaehyun?” He stops in front of the building, underneath the canopy and protected from the relentless August showers. “Can you hear me?”

#jaenv #r:esponded #Imysm

[nkjima]

 @jaenv

Been months. I miss my brother.  

Months... I miss my brother as well. I'm deeply sorry for disappearing like that. I was honestly busy with my business until the beginning of the month. Since then, my mind just entered that really weird place, like a fucking blur, I couldn’t answer to your texts. You were saying you passed by my office the other day? You’re in Japan?

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[cespires]

Ivory.

« status for send me a color and I’ll write a drabble with our muses with that color as the theme  »   → not accepting.

She saw in him the inevitable look of death. it was pure and almost quiet as it lurked around him like a cat on the prowl. it was as steady as his heartbeat drumming to the rhythm of the silence between them. it was as alive as a child being born, yet death knocked on his bones louder than anyone she’s seen in a long time. Maybe he was with her for too long, seen too many things, but with all that’s said and done, she knew he wouldn’t just leave. he wasn’t the type to just leave. he committed to her just as she committed to him: a strange companionship forged from something greater than themselves. 

“You keep staring at me.” His voice put the silence to a halt, keeping it on pause as he gazed up at her with rounded eyes. He almost looked as though he let his guard down, and a part of her wanted to believe that he was. “Why do you always stare at me like that?”

She wanted to tell him of everything written on his bones that she could read. His stories were as big as his heart, and she feared they would swallow him whole. “I’m afraid you’ll disappear with the wind if I look away.” The smile on her face widened, stretching ear to ear as she tried to ease herself into the calmness she felt between them. It was still foreign to her, and  even if many of his stories remained untold and unseen, she would continue to read what he had to show.  What she could finally understand.

He gave her a look like she’s grown another head on her shoulders, sighing until he told her she was being silly. But it wasn’t in his power to stay, but it wasn’t hers either. They lived lives that no one should, but they did and they wore it like an accessory for anyone who’s willing to see it. She could feel it then, the tugs against her muscles to move and do something, but she kept quiet. he had a knack for keeping her silent, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. maybe he was telling her that there was no need to say anything at all. 

she swallowed the silence and made a home in it. When she stared at him, she could’ve sworn she saw a sliver of a smile tug at his lips. a soft laugh escaped her own as she picked up the lukewarm mug in her hand.

“You’re too pretty for your own good.” it was then that he let out a chuckle of his own, and it was like music to her ears. it played in slow motion, reeling through her mind like some prized possession before she laughed again only this time their laughs were singing in harmony.

#jaenv #ko:tono #// sweats a lot #i wanted to make it longer #but i felt like i wouldve spoiled it if i did

[kntaro-blog]

jaenv

Damn.

I came back from the other side, pal. I’ve seen things.

#jaenv #.conversation

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@jaenv

i decided to do some random starters (:

Taeil appeared to be lurking, but he was not. In fact, he wasn’t doing much of anything, he was bored. but he did look very suspicious, loitering about by a convenience store in the middle of the night, his hands in his pockets, finding nothing much else to do. He was, after all, a nocturnal creature, though he also loved sunshine and the smell of earth. It didn’t matter, the vague reflective-ness of his eyes, the predatory way he sometimes held himself - he made people nervous. 

#jaenv #taeil : thread

[kkohvru-blog]

1975.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

Quite frankly, there’s a lot, it’d take me days if I tell you everything, but the most recent, and the first thing that came to mind would be my checking out of the hospital. After years and years.. the doctors finally have this glimmer of hope that I will be okay. And to be given the clearance, and to be allowed to go home and recover after my transplant--it is truly a very happy memory I have. 

#jaenv

[xsleepwalkingx-blog]

@jaenv​ hit that ♥ for a starter 

From the very moment that Heiran had sat opposite her friend at one of the cafe’s few spare tables she was left with a feeling of unease and she didn’t know why. Leo was a man she felt comfortable around and while no lover of large crowds and packed places she would never be left feeling quite this uncomfortable. It was so strange but not wishing to draw any attention to it however she forced a smile to her lips and pushed one of the laminated menu’s across the table towards him and took the other for herself. “I heard the foods supposed to be really good here.” She informed him in a mumble as her attention turned to the listed meals.

Pondering her choices the woman’s fingers gently rubbed at her jaw, head turning and eyes looking over the cafe as she tried to decide between the bulgogi and the bibimbap when she finally found the source of discomfort. 

“I mmm...can we go?” She questioned him a little too quickly to sound as calm as she had wanted.

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[pijichu]

STARTER for @jaenv !!

if anyone had observed jisoo for the past 48 hours, they’d think she was making an effort to play the damsel in distress (they’d also be a stalker, so there was that too). she had nothing against the role itself, but she wasn’t too fond of the title; self-sufficiency just seemed much more appealing.

it seemed she was alone in her thoughts.

despite the neutral expression on her face, her lips itch to be set into a childish pout at how she’s fared in the last two days.  there are good days, and then there are bad days, and then there are awful-- she’s been thrust unwillingly into the last category. her morning coffee, mournfully empty (and marking a vigorously rubbed out stain on her black jeans), sits beside her on the bench.  practice after practice allowed little time to rest. it shows in the shadows beneath her eyes, the yawn that skitters out behind her palm before she casts her gaze to the rapidly dipping sunset.  the best consolation she can afford is that the day’ll soon be over, and she’ll have the day after to attend to. a new beginning.  sort of.

thoughts distract her from the essence of time and before she realizes it, the sky is dark.  a shiver courses through her body as she rises to leave the park, her favorite necklace in hand-- necklace? empty hands rise and she freezes; in her panic, she grasps the sleeve of the boy who’d been peacefully sitting beside her.

“my necklace- i-- did you see it? can you help me find it? please-” 

#jaenv #starter.

[eterneli]

‘ so, what, you’re grounding us? ‘ ( give me that vam!uncle thingy that we love )

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.     // Accepting. (x)

An odd perturbation exhausts the entire room as second fly by like mere speckles of oxygen, brief and rapid, renewing itself almost instantly -- the source happens to be nothing but dainty nails colliding to the marble surface of the kitchen’s small island, slender legs resting atop each other as the pianist’s figure is found sitting on one of the benches, a latter limb occupied by the transparent material of glass. It is a passive demeanor if anything, though the eyes on him can probably tell that behind hazel hues lies something far more vicious and aggressive.

There they stand isolated from the world as windows and doors remain locked upon his own demands, a precaution taken when a mere phone call came his way with a warning, an order and a request. Was it an attack? He’s not entirely sure just yet, but those words were as clear as crystal, to keep Jaehyun safe at all costs, and his vow to a couple of old friends family assures that Baekhyun won’t fail the mission at hand. That is the exact reason as to why they just so happen to be on lockdown within the four walls of his apartment, and most definitely why the younger’s inquiry comes rushing his way. It was to be expected.

Red wine fills the confinements of a dry throat as the older rises from its resting lair, nonchalant steps guiding him towards the other as the rectangle shaped smile blossoms along thin lips, a palm reaching further to ruffle the male’s locks with a faint and restrained hint of affection to it. An excuse had been previously given to even drag the younger into his residence, so figures the question would come his way when the vampire spoke up about keeping them both locked in there for the rest of the night, no further explanation given and a stern taunt to his voice. Any sane mind would question it, he assumes.

“Precisely, kid.” (I must protect you.)

Then again, Byun Baekhyun’s mouth is a sealed coffin and the real reason remains veiled while sheer authority spills through a razor sharp tongue. “You are not allowed to leave this apartment until I say so. If you do, I’m sure you’re aware that I could easily track you down and that your parents wouldn’t mind me shooting you for discipline.” His palm descends in order to press against the latter’s cheek, a tap or two given to the soft flesh before distance may be built between the two of them once again, laid back steps guiding the male to drop onto the couch in comfort.

“So just stay put, yeah? Make this easier for the both of us.” Knowing Jaehyun though, the pianist is 99% sure that he will go against his words. Oh well, they’re in for a wild night.

#jaenv #marked. #i miss this. #kinda au ish for you? and me maybe. #anyway. remember that one time when baek gave suho a neckless to protect his kids? #jaehyun should wear that because uncle baek is awesome. #also you need to stop being lazy and write me a starter #love you (:

[virulentism-blog]

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

REACTION MEME: BRUISED AND BROKEN VERSION: currently accepting. 

When he attempts to stand on his own, his knees cave in and he collapses before his father. He struggles to move, wraps an arm around his torso and presses his palm onto the floor as he, once again, ardently tries to push himself up and arise. He ultimately fails; punished with one kick, then another, and another, until his body came in contact with the wall. He’s seated upright, hand clamped over his mouth to stifle the reverberations of his coughs and control where the blood ended up. Taeyong thinks of how pathetic he must look right now, beaten down by the man who has worked so fucking hard to build him up; to turn him into the ideal puppet he is today. 

“Father,” he says, because that’s the only thing he could say at the moment. Anything else, especially when he wasn’t asked a question, and he just might receive his second beating tonight. Hence why he chose to restrain himself from saying anything other than what was needed thus far. His head falls back against the wall and he looks at the elder through half-lidded eyes, slipping in and out of consciousness as he tries to assimilate his father’s words. Everything was incomprehensible – in his case, at least – and he couldn’t possibly keep up. 

“Are you listening to me?” No response. 

“Lee Taeyong.” Silence.

Unlike usual, this silence of his was neither a choice, nor an option. Both were beyond him. 

Taeyong could vaguely make out the next set of commands his father gave his subordinates, “Get him out of my sight,” before he felt himself being lifted off the floor; hands grasping his arms, dragging him out of the room. His eyes, canopied by enervation, lingered over his father’s until the door leading into his office clicked shut; two guards standing on either side. 

He’s thrown outside along with his belongings, his body coming in sheer contact with the concrete pavement. It does nothing to help his current state, bleeding out just as he did on his father’s carpet. His breath is labored, his muscles ache, and he feels pain – everywhere.  He reaches for his backpack and hat, putting on both as he forced himself onto his feet. Taeyong nearly loses his footing when he does, feels gravity trying to push him back down, but he prevails. 

Not even ten minutes have passed before he fell again, mentally cursing himself out for being so fucking weak. But something stops him, someone cushioned his fall. He wills himself not to look for his pride’s sake, though finds himself doing entirely that when he hears their voice. “J-Jaehyun,” he stammered, pressing his bloodied palm to the centre of the younger’s chest, as though he were debating whether to push them away from him or not. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. His body refused to listen to him; made him lean forward and give Jaehyun the responsibility of bearing his weight. “Jaehyun, let go of me. I––” He coughs. “I’m getting you all bloody.” 

He is a fool for neglecting help and he is a fool for thinking that Jaehyun would oblige. Jaehyun knows him best; knows how stubborn he can be even during times like this. However, he knows Jaehyun best, too; knows him enough to predict their next move. 

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.” 

Taeyong feels their arms tighten around him, but he was just too fucking tired to protest – physically, verbally, and any other prefix associated with –ally. His eyes flutter shut as his vision wanes and his hearing is overpowered by nothing but silence. He bites his tongue before speaking; hesitant. “Help me,” he pauses, body limp as his head falls onto their shoulder – unable to finish his sentence; blacking out, sinking into unconscious. 

Please help me.

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[zureo-blog]

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                                My muse makes a drunk confession to your muse. 

On nights of opulent solitude, he chooses to submerge himself in a torrent of his own thoughts. This is when he delves into everything that has been bothering him for the past week or so and searches for a solution to his problems. Tonight, Taeyong had taken to the balcony with a few bottles of soju and aimed to drink the night away (or at least, until he feels sick to his stomach). 

Taeyong lingers near the back of the balcony, leaning over the metal baluster with a half-empty bottle of soju wielded between his hands. He twiddles the bottle, absentmindedly, watching as its contents oscillate from one side to the other in a quicken pace. He’d been doing this for the past forty seconds now and still does not know exactly what he finds so enthralling about this. However, he stops when he raises his arm mid-air and takes another swing out of the bottle. It has been months since he last had a drink, let alone on his own. But given today’s occasion (re: his birthday), he figures he’d do what the majority normally do on their birthdays and celebrate, even if that meant doing so on his own. He doesn’t mind, though, he finds comfort in being by himself every now and then. 

He gradually loses himself with each bottle that he consumed. It isn’t long until he’s inebriated. Taeyong does not drink often, but when he does, this is the problem that almost always arises: he hasn’t an ounce of control in him, especially whenever he entertains a myriad of despairing thoughts. Losing count after the third bottle, he discards the one he’s currently drinking on the floorboard and settles down beside it, lissome fingers ensnared in his hair as he shut his eyes. 

His head is spinning, his vision is waning. 

It isn’t until he vaguely picked up on the distant reverberation of the front door being unlocked that he diverted his attention into the apartment. Due to his bleary vision, it was actually rather difficult to make out the features of the face his eyes flickered over. Difficult, but not impossible. “Jaehyun, is that you?” He succinctly asks, words slurred when uttered. Grasping onto the railing in an effort to haul himself off of the floor, he struggles to stand; nearly loses his footing. His shoulders meets the iron balusters, knees planted firmly upon the cement flooring. 

This is embarrassing, he looks pathetic. 

Making his way into the apartment and down the hallway, he stands before Jaehyun sporting a perplexed expression and a flushed countenance. “What are you doing here? You told me that you’d be back late tonight,” he takes a long pause, brows skeptically furrowed. “Did you, by any chance, happen to miss me while you were away? Is that why you returned home early?” 

He’s three long strides away from invading Jaehyun’s personal space. As soon as he does, Taeyong drapes an arm over the younger’s broad shoulders and turns to face them with a sardonic simper embellished across his mien. “You did miss me, huh? Fortunately for you, I missed you, too. I was wondering when you’d return home. I wanted us to spend the evening together.” His head falls onto the other’s, eyelids faltering with each second that crawled by. Taeyong remains in this position for god-knows how long, breathing slowly: inhales, exhales. 

           “Taeyong, have you been drinking?” 

Before he had even been given time to answer, he was already being dragged to his bedroom. Taeyong follows sluggishly, feet scuffing against the carpeted floor as he obediently follows in Jaehyun’s lead. Needless to say, it is almost always this way between them: Jaehyun will pave a path to safety and Taeyong will follow the other as if he was a newborn puppy following around its mother. 

He’s being pushed onto the bed, but he doesn’t want to lay down. He’s being told to rest, but he doesn’t want to sleep. He does not want to do anything other than what he had mentioned earlier, and that is spending this evening with Jaehyun. Taeyong has waited all day for this; he had even thrown on the ‘night’ shirt the other had given him and saved his birthday cake for them to share together (although he had blown out the candles). 

Yet, looking at Jaehyun like this, It gets him thinking: his thoughts contain no plausible answer as to why he feels the strongest emotions he does towards them, neither can he even fathom the inexplicable feeling in his chest whenever he exchanges so much as to a single glance with the younger. Taeyong does, however, have a remote inkling as to what these feelings are and where they’ve derived from, but he’s terrified of acknowledging them. Acknowledging them, professing them, wouldn’t that put a strain on their relationship? He just got Jaehyun back, he doesn’t want to lose them again. However, he has been keeping this to himself for ages now; any longer, and he just might combust internally. 

Unbeknownst to even himself, Taeyong prevents Jaehyun from leaving his bedroom by grasping onto their wrist and heaving them towards him. In a matter of seconds, his arms swarm around the younger’s torso from behind, chest pressed flush to the flat of their back. He embraces the as if he had not seen them in ages – tight and secure – with no intention of releasing them from his arms. When was the last time Taeyong had last held Jaehyun like this? When was the last time they had last shared any form of skin skip with each other? It’s been too long that he’s no recollection of either or. 

“Jaehyun, do you have even the slightest clue as to how precious you are to me?” He breathes out in a soft susurration, nose nestling into the nape of their neck as his lashes gradually flutter shut. “So precious that I want to be the only person who understands your heart the most.” 

#jaenv #taeyong voice i used to look at him as a friend until i realized i loved him #m:eme

[nkjima]

jaenv

Is this really what I’m going to see the first thing I come in here, ah.

Your timing couldn’t be better than that. My man, I believe we have a lot of catching up to do!

#jaenv #Hey pretty boy. #( replies. )