#jaewon's weak smile though

[itsjeonsjungkooks]

Many freshmen feel like loners moving to Seoul from the countryside for school. I was one of them.

#the eighth sense #kdrama #kdramaedit #kdramadaily #asiandramanet #asiancentral #asianlgbtqdrama #asiandramasource #userbbelcher #userdramas #kdramasource #optsource #filmtvcentral #tvfilmsource #usertvfilm #jihyun x jaewon #mygifs #* #jaewon's weak smile though #I loved this scene so much

[marco-pierre]

Beginning of a New Friendship || Jeawon & Marco

When: Day of the storm

Where: At LeBleue Restaurant

Who: Jaewon Calves & Marco Pierre

Notes: Since being stuck at LeBleue Restaurant during the storm, an unlikely friendship is formed between Jaewon and Marco.

@jaewon-calves

Marco

Marco walked over to the table where Jaewon was sitting, they had talked in the group setting, but Marco wanted to be a social butterfly apparently and he was trying to talk to everyone in the bar. He stumbled over to him, "Hey man! I haven't talked to you, what's your story?" He plopped down and put his arm around his shoulders, being free and loose was his deal tonight. "I hope you don't mind a shirtless man hanging on to you, I just like being close to people when I'm getting to know them." That wasn't necessarily true, but with a few drinks in him, it was very true.

Jaewon

Jae looked up from his phone when he felt a heavy arm around him. It had been some time since a half-naked man embraced him, and he was some drinks in, so he blushed and smiled. "Trust me. I don't mind a handsome shirtless man hanging on me at all." He laughed at the notion. "My story? I don't have too much of a story. I'm a figure skater. I'm also a very good cook. And I'm a little drunk. What's your story?"

Marco

Marco laughed when he said he didn't mind him hanging all over him, "Good to know..." He laughed again and listened to him talk about him being a figure skater. "Wow, you're a figure skater? Have you gone to the Olympics? I really love watching the Olympics, it's my favorite thing to do." He was rambling like a crazy person, but he was more than a little drunk so he had no filter. "Thanks for saying I'm handsome too, it's nice to hear that sometimes." He was all over the place, but he just blamed it on the alcohol. "You can cook...awesome, I can't cook for shit, and yes I am a lot drunk but honest. My story is that I work as head of security for the House of....um....shit I forgot....it starts with an N!" He couldn't get his words out, but he was enjoying himself so that was the most important thing to him at this moment.

Jaewon

Jae laughed at the question. It was often the first question he got when he revealed he was a skater. "I have been to the Olympics. Silver medal. I was just at this year's World Championships." He was quite proud of how he'd performed there but smiled modestly. "Sometimes? Are you telling me you don't often hear that you're handsome? You shouldn't need to hang on anyone shirtless for them to tell you that. You are very handsome. I'm an expert in assessing handsomeness so you can trust me. Unless I'm using the word incorrectly. I'm not a Breton native." He smiled brightly and laughed. "Nantes?" he asked. "I'm in Anjou, as you could probably guess. Head of security though....that must be very serious work. Do you get scared sometimes?"

Marco

Marco was now even more impressed hearing he went to the Olympics and got a silver medal, "That...is...amazing! You're like a real Olympian! How cool!" He was so loud, much louder than he intended to be, so he looked around the room and tried to calm down a little. "I might have watched you on television." He was genuinely excited to meet him, and find out more about him. Then he started talking about how handsome he was, and he couldn't help but blush a little. "I might hear it every now and then, but never from a silver medalist!" He smiled and hit the table when he said the right name, "That's it! House of Nantes, that's where I work. I'm usually more....you know, but too much booze." He laughed, but then pulled him close and whispered, "Shhh...you can't tell anyone that I get scared, I'm supposed to be the strong guy that protects everyone."

Jaewon

Jae blushed and laughed as Marco made a big deal about his career. It did sound impressive. "Thank you. I think it's pretty cool too, but I'm biased. Did you really watch it? That's great. I'm always glad to hear people are actually watching what we do on television. It makes me feel less like we're all in some weird figure skating bubble." He chuckled. "All the Olympic silver medalists should tell you you're handsome!" And all the World Championship gold medalists too, he added in his mind with a smile. "Too much booze or just the right amount of booze?" He was surprised when he was pulled in close, chuckling again at the whisper. "You can be strong and scared at the same time. But if you want, I won't tell anyone."

Marco

Marco nodded. "It is definitely cool and I am sure I watched, I never miss the Olympics and I happen to love figure skating. And you should be biased, it is what you do and you're good enough to be at the Olympics so you're amazing." He shook his head and smiled, "You're not weird, you're an athlete and that is cool." He was truly excited about meeting an Olympic athlete, especially one that thought he was handsome. "I couldn't agree with you more, I would love to hear from other Olympic silver medalist tell me that I am handsome." He laughed, obviously joking, but it was fun so he went with it. He leaned in more to the man, "You know what...I think it's just right! As a matter of fact, we could use more!" He turned to face the bar, "Hey sexy bartender, we need more booze over here for me and my new friend..." He turned back and looked at the man, "What's your name?" He looked at him and waited for him to speak, but he smiled, "Thanks...I want to be strong, but scared is something that I never want others to know. It might make me seem weak."

Jaewon

"Do you just tune in for the Olympics or do you watch other figure skating events?" Jae asked, curious. So many people just watched the Olympics and forgot about figure skating for the next four years. Not that there was a shame to that, but Jae wished more would watch the full season every year. Jae laughed when the man called out to Solenn. "Jaewon. Jae," he said. "What's yours?" He couldn't remember if it had been mentioned already. Clearly, more booze was in order. "No. Strong is easy if you're not scared. It's more impressive if you're scared. I get scared sometimes. This storm could be really scary. If I weren't in here with all these nice people. Well, mostly nice people. And sometimes I get scared at work too."

Marco

"I usually watch all the events when I can, but I really watch the Olympics. I haven't watched a lot of TV lately because I've been working." Marco admitted, smiling at his new friend. Hearing his name, Marco nodded, "Jae...I like it, and that is what I'll call you. I'm Marco!" He slapped his shoulder, glad he was doing what he promised he would do about meeting new people, even if it was because they were trapped in a restaurant due to a storm. Hearing what Jae said, it was true, "You're right, being strong is easy, it's harder to be scared and strong and if I was honest I am scared a lot of the time because I am scared I am going to fail and that is my biggest fear." He knew it was the alcohol now having him talk like this, but he couldn't stop it if he tried. His lips were loose with all the booze."

Jaewon

"Oh, you must be really busy, working security for an entire house. It's okay if you can only watch a few things. But make sure you watch my performances next season. I promise they'll be really good." He grinned as Marco slapped his shoulder. "Marco! That suits you." He listened to what seemed like a drunken confession that the other man was giving him. "Failure. I'm afraid of that too. You work so hard and so many people are looking at you and depending on you. Very scary. But I bet you're a really good head of security. People probably like working with you. You're fun. And look at your arms! You're really strong obviously. And handsome. And tall. You're sitting now, but you seem like you'd be tall."

Marco

Marco sighed and nodded, "Unfortunately I am, running a house is a lot of work, but it has come to be something I really like doing, so I want to do it to the best of my ability." He nodded excitedly as Jae told him to watch his performances next season, "I'll definitely do that, I will make sure that I DVR your performances when I can't watch live." He chuckled when Jae said that his name suits him, "Thanks, I happen to like my name and I like yours too." He smiled and listened to Jae talk about his fears, and it was nice to know that he wasn't alone. "Exactly, you work hard and if you fail then you feel like you did all that for nothing." He let out a sigh, "I would like to think I am good at what I do, but when I work I am far from fun, I am definitely more serious than this. That is why I don't drink when I work because then I act like this..." He laughed, looking at the fact that he was sitting in a bar half-naked. He blushed at all the compliments from Jae, "You better stop complimenting me like that, or I am going to get an inflated head, I already have a big ego...hence being half-naked right now." He laughed.

Jaewon

Jae smiled. "Ah, it's good that you like what you do. It'd be miserable if you didn't." He considered himself among the fortunate, as he also loved what he did. He smiled as Marco promised to DVR his performances and told him he liked his name. Sure, they were drunk, but they'd become fast friends. He laughed again. "Oh, it'd be really bad if you went to work drunk. It does seem like a really serious type of job to have. I don't think you'd be good at keeping people safe when drunk since you already lost your shirt," he joked. "But I like giving out genuine compliments! And I like half-naked men with big egos!" He laughed.

Marco

"Yeah, you have to love what you do, or you won't do it to the best of your abilities. I refuse to let Katarin down, I owe her big time for this job." Marco hadn't had it easy when he came back from the military, and he had thoughts of when his family fell from grace the first time, it was a hard adjustment for all of them, but he worked his ass off to make things better for them and he was doing the same now. He laughed and nodded his head when Jae told him how bad it would be to go to work drunk, "I think it would be bad for the both of us, I mean you could fall a lot and hurt yourself. And I can end up half-naked and someone else can get hurt. So we just have to never go to work drunk...deal?" He held out his hand and smiled, "Jae...if I didn't know any better I would think you were flirting with me....and I have to say I don't mind it." He laughed, "I am very secure in myself to accept flirting from a guy, especially someone as nice looking as you." He smiled brightly and then looked back at Solenn, "She is hot right?" He looked back at Jae.

Jaewon

"I know what you mean," Jae said. He couldn't do what he did if he didn't love it. There'd be no point to the amount of physical and mental stress he put himself through. "Oh yeah...it'd be really bad. Especially if I was half-naked and drunk on the ice. I promise I'll never go to work drunk." He, too, took his work very seriously, and would never dream of drinking before skating. He laughed though when Marco mentioned his flirting. "Someone told me I get flirty when I drink. I used to be able to flirt with my partner when I was drunk but not now. Thank you for saying I'm nice looking. That's really sweet of you." He grinned and nodded. "Solenn? Yeah of course. You should flirt with her. And show her how half naked you are. She'd really like that I think."

Marco

Marco was having a good time with Jae, he was someone he knew he could be friends with. The fact that he was an athlete let him know that he was disciplined and he could relate to that. "That would be horrible if you got on the ice half-naked and drunk, it wouldn't be a good look." He knew that he was way too disciplined to let that happened, but the visual was funny. "They told me the same thing, I tend to flirt when I get some alcohol in my system, but I also speak the truth when I'm drunk and you are good looking." He smiled and listened to him talk about his partner, "You used to flirt with your partner? Were you guys in love?" He didn't want to get too personal, but he was a bit nosy when he was drunk. He nodded, "I tried to but she is too busy serving drinks to flirt back with me." He pouted a little.

Jaewon

Jae laughed. "If I weren't drunk, it'd be a great look though, me half naked on the ice," he said through his chuckles. "I like you drunk truth-speaking. Your drunk truth-speaking is right. I am good looking. And so are you." He laughed and smiled when asked about his partner. "Of course we were in love! We were romantic partners. Not business partners. I'm not in pairs skating." Looking over at Solenn it did seem that she was keeping herself busy making drinks. "She's keeping her mind off of the storm. I bet she'll take some time for you when she's settled a bit."

Marco

Marco laughed and nodded, "Oh definitely, a sober you on the ice half naked would definitely score you some points." He laughed and nodded his head, "Totally good looking....we are two good looking dudes!" This was definitely the alcohol speaking because he would never say he was good looking, he would leave that to others. He may have been a lot of things, but vain wasn't one of them. He nodded and finished his drink, "Just wanted to be sure, you can never tell these days, but it's nice to know you had a romantic partner. I never had one before, so I wouldn't know that feeling, but you said had, are you not together anymore?" He hoped he wasn't being too nosy, but he had word vomit so everything came out. He looked over at the bartender again, "Yeah I guess, this storm is pretty scary, and I am having fun talking to you so I am good."

Jaewon

"I hope so! It would be embarrassing to have points deducted," Jae replied with a chuckle. "Two good looking dudes." The word "dudes" sounded funny in his own voice. He never used the word "dudes". It made him laugh. He didn't laugh talking about Adrien though. "Mm...he passed away back in July." In a few days, it would be exactly eight months. He smiled at the other man, not wanting to wallow drunkenly in his own sadness. "I'm glad you're having fun. I am too."

Marco

"Psf...deducted...no way, you are way too hot to have them deduct points. The only issue you would have is if all that hotness of yours melts the ice." Marco bellowed out a laugh, it was actually pretty fun being carefree and just having fun with Jae. "That we are my friend." What he knew of some athletes, they were very strict, so this could be something out of the usual for Jae as well and he wanted him to have a good time also. He instantly stopped laughing when he heard his partner passed away, "Oh no...that is horrible. I am so sorry man...you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He didn't want to bring the mood down, and hearing he was having fun was all he needed to hear, "That's perfect my friend, we should get more drinks over here."

Jaewon

Jae laughed. "That would surely be a real concern! I wouldn't want to destroy the ice for the other skaters." He liked joking around and being generally ridiculous. It was easy to do with Marco. Though, of course, it came to a halt as expected when the subject of Adrien came up. "Ah, it's okay. I don't want to ruin the mood. We're having fun. I keep getting told he would want me to have fun. So that's exactly what we should do." He smiled a little weakly. "More drinks! More drinks definitely."

Marco

Marco laughed more exuberant than before because he knew how ridiculous it sounded. "That is very considerate of you." He smiled but then shook his head as he talked about his partner, he didn't mean to bring up a terrible memory, thankfully Jae was ready to move on and not talk about it, although if he did, Marco would be ready to listen. "Okay then...if you want to have fun, then that's what we'll do." He smiled and waved at Solenn to bring them more drinks. "So tell me, what's the best part of being a figure skater?"

Jaewon

Jae nodded. "I'm very considerate of my fellow skaters! They deserve it," he said with a chuckle. He smiled when the other man agreed that they could just have fun, keep it light. He didn't need to get sad at this very moment. "Hmm...the best part...? I get to travel a lot. But the best thing is probably that I get to do something that is both athletic and artistic. I can express myself a lot with my skating. And when I do well, it feels like everything comes together perfectly. What about you? What's your favorite thing about your job?"

Marco

"That is very true, they all work very hard to get there." Marco smiled and listened to Jae talk about what he liked most about being a figure skater, and he could understand his reason because that was what he loved the most about being in the military, seeing a lot of new places. It was his other reasons that made him smile even brighter, "That makes perfect sense, it is very artistic and beautiful so I could imagine how it feels to see your hard work coming together." He thought about his job and smiled, "I think the best thing I like about my job is being able to keep people safe."

Jaewon

"They definitely do!" They were joking but it was true. He was glad that Marco could understand what he meant when he described his work. It was a little different from a lot of other sports. "Ah, it must be really fulfilling to have a job that is so important. Keeping people safe! What's more important than that? You do good work, friend."

Marco

Marco shook his head, he loved his job, it was nice to feel like he was doing something important. Keeping a house safe, and running the team that kept them safe. It was good to feel needed and not only by his parents. "It is, I can't even lie, and thank you my friend, so do you."

Jaewon

Jae smiled. "I just wear sparkly costumes and spin around on the ice," he said with a laugh, downplaying his work, though he knew how involved it was. He could only hope what he did brought people some joy or wonder. "What's the Duchess of Nantes like? I haven't had the pleasure of getting to know her."

Marco

"You do way more than that, I couldn't do what you do, so it is impressive to me." Marco admitted honestly, what Jae did was something spectacular. Hearing his question he smiled, "The Duchess is amazing. She's fair, kind and I love working for her and the house."

Jaewon

Jae chuckled. "Okay. I admit there's more to it than that," he said, scratching the back of his head. "But the sparkly costumes are definitely a big draw for me." He laughed. "Ah, I'm glad you work for a very nice person. It'd be hard if you had to protect someone you didn't like. Though I'm sure you're super professional. Still, better to work for someone you genuinely like."

Marco

Marco laughed, he knew it was a lot more to figure skating than Jae was letting on. It was a lot of hard work and dedication to become an Olympic skater. He laughed hearing that the costumes were a huge draw, "I bet it is, I mean it must be fun to wear a sparkly costume all the time." He nodded as Jae was talking about his work, "Yeah I guess, but if I had a job to do I would do it, no matter if I liked the person or not. I don't have to like you to do my job." He dropped his head and smiled, "I try to be professional."

Jaewon

"It's super fun. I get to feel pretty and wear makeup and spin around and jump and play." And work and train and train some more and basically always be training. "Of course, I know you'd always do your job no matter what. But if you can be happy doing your job, it's always better. A bad boss can really make things difficult. For a little while, I had a coach I didn't like and I did so poorly that season."

Marco

Marco could nothing but smile as he listened to Jae, it must have been awesome to do what you love and look amazing doing it. "Sounds fun." He nodded as Jae talked about liking your boss, "I guess you're right, you work better in more positive environments. And with my boss, she makes it very pleasant to do my job, so I do it better." Marco smiled, "I hate to cut this short, but I need to visit the little boy's room, so I am going to have to get back with you later. Nice meeting you Jae." He got up and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

#jaewon #beginning of a beautiful friendship #discord para

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                             Heather Rhodes, who is known by no other name;                                                       a 25 year old son of Ran.                                           He is a professor at Phoenix University.

FC NAME/GROUP: Jung Jaewon a.k.a One, Soloist CHARACTER NAME: Heather Rhodes AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 25 yrs., (found) February 18th, 1994 PLACE OF BIRTH: San Francisco, California OCCUPATION: Professor of Marine Biology at Phoenix University HEIGHT: 175.26cm/ 5’9” WEIGHT: Healthy DEFINING FEATURES: Freckles, so many freckles- everywhere, one dimple on the right side when he smiles, tattoos that he largely keeps hidden under long sleeves

PERSONALITY: Heather is naturally relaxed in attitude having been raised in the city where time is relative and living near the water; he goes with the flow of things. He is curious about things he doesn’t know about and often seeks to correct misinformation he is given by asking ‘Why?’. In addition to this, or rather because of it, he carries a wellspring of knowledge of random things that he has learned from others and enjoys sharing such tidbits when the opportunity presents itself. As a professor, he is firm but understanding of his students needs and works with them to understand the topics he teaches. Considering a “unicorn”, a San Franciscan term for someone born in the city of SF as opposed to moving to it, change to a new place of residence is an adjustment.

HISTORY: Many demigods are born to one surprised human parent and left by the godly other causing an uproar in later life when the discovery of their heritage comes to light. This is not the case for Heather who was born to his goddess mother and no living father but quickly adopted by eclectic new parents who told him tales of finding him in a mermaid’s blanket on the beach during a jog. Try as they might to do the right thing and take the infant Heather to the local authorities, no one claimed the child and he was subsequently raised as the son of his new parents Jeremy and Suhee Rhodes. Upon being asked what they wished to name the baby boy they gave him the name Heather after the infant’s attraction to the plant in their home.

 As Heather grew older, his parents recounted their memory of finding him so that it might instill a greater sense of self-esteem in their otherwise shy young son. It helped soothe him when he was confused about the oddness he found in himself as he slipped from child to tweenager, and they gave him an exceeding amount of books about local legends of merfolk and changeling babies that were popular during their own younger years. From tween to teen the changes became more prominent and the small family began to wonder if the strange and funny tales were more than just stories. The fascination with marine life and a deeper connection to water only made the strangeness of his mysterious birth more interesting and Heather took to reading more about things, spending many nights on the beach thinking and reading, reading and thinking until he would wake (late as always) and rush off to school or work. Years pass this way with the young man and his family learning to accept and adapt and even love his unusual ways as he worked himself out of his shy shell toward the end of his high school days. He excelled in academic pursuits and was soon graduating ahead of the curve and heading into college when his world is rocked one night on the beach.

 He’s drifting between sleep and wakefulness when he thinks he hears singing. Sweet and soft singing in a language his ears have never known but his soul can understand completely. It tells of a place where others like him exist and thrive. Where he’s not so different after all.

 “Go away,” he murmurs and falls back into dreams. But every night thereafter that distant and familiar singing carries him through dreams.

 Soon enough it’s time for him to start thinking about his post-college career as he breezed through his education there as well. By now he’s a man and supporting himself in an apartment not far from his parent’s home by the water on a teacher’s salary but he’s seeking greater things. It’s when he checks his daily mail of letters from schools he applies to teach at that Heather receives an invitation to a university he doesn’t quite remember applying for.

 Phoenix University… now, why does that sound …familiar?

PANTHEON: Norse CHILD OF: Ran POWERS:

*Siren’s song- can seduce with his voice if he singing though the effect wears off a few minutes after he stops

* Minor water manipulation- can control small amounts of water and water vapors though it makes him sleepy after

* Mermaid’s Kiss - needs no aid in breathing underwater thanks to his lineage and can temporarily offer this gift to others though it lasts only seven minutes

STRENGTHS: Ridiculously great swimmer, sweet singing voice, easy-going, emotionally aware of others, knows a lot of random things, bubbles (you’ll get it when it happens) WEAKNESSES: often oversleeps, daydreamer, allergic to kiwis, spends too much money on music on his phone, pisces-cusp

#kpop rp #krp #jung jaewon #yg one #jaewon one #mp; welcome

[astrusxmi-blog]

&decisions

bright blue isn’t necessarily the best color on jaewon, but he makes it work. he’s been a volunteer at the cat cafe for a couple weeks now -- the owner practically begged him to at least volunteer if he didn’t want to work there, since he’s there all the time anyway and is the only one who midas will happily spend time with -- besides haseul, of course, who’s too busy with her work at the dog cafe to take another job here. jaewon doesn’t really mind doing it -- it gives him time to catch up on his reading, when midas has the patience to let jaewon give more attention to a book than him. 

right now, though, the cat is happily settled on jaewon’s head, the vibrations of his purrs going through his skull and down into his back, which is actually rather pleasant. both of their backs are braced against the wall, jaewon holding his book against his raised knees so he doesn’t have to tilt his head down and dislodge midas, who is certainly ruining jaewon’s hair, but he can’t bring himself to mind. 

a high-pitched cooing voice assaults jaewon’s ears just before he feels and hears midas stop purring, and he plants a falsely-pleasant smile on his lips that reads get away from me right now plain as day to anyone looking at it. the woman in front of him is it, and neither is the friend behind her, whose incessant cooing is even higher-pitched and more headache inducing than the first woman’s. “ooooh, it’s so cute!” the first woman cries, and jaewon feels midas tense up -- he’ll start hissing if these idiots don’t bring their voices down an octave or so. jaewon can’t help but bristle too -- these are the exact kinds of people he hates at this cafe. animals aren’t its -- they have feelings and thoughts and desires just as much as humans do. they aren’t just some pretty toy to have around to coo at and snuggle with when it’s convenient. 

“can i hold it?” the second woman asks, and jaewon shrugs. 

“if he’ll let you,” he says simply, carefully enunciating on the he. midas would cooperate a lot more if jaewon took him off his head himself and handed him over, but he doesn’t entirely want him to cooperate right now  -- he’d be perfectly fine with the cat scratching their faces off. the woman lifts him gently from jaewon’s head, and damn, it looks like she’s held a cat before. midas is weak to a good ear scratch, too, so he melts as soon as she has him settled and scratches his ear. 

“aww, he’s purring!” she says, and jaewon can’t help but scowl while both women’s attention is on midas and not him. “is he up for adoption?” the forced smile is back on jaewon’s face before she even turns her head to look at him, but he’s a professional at faking it and she doesn’t notice a thing. 

“no, i’m afraid not,” he replies without thinking, though he doesn’t regret the lie from the moment it leaves his lips. “he’s already spoken for. we have plenty of other cats and kittens who are available, though,” he says in his best customer service voice, gesturing to the room at large, which is quite literally filled with cats lounging about. 

“well, i hope he’s going to a good home,” the second woman says, looking back to midas and smiling fondly as she scratches his ears. jaewon almost feels bad about lying to her, until he remembers that midas getting adopted would mean jaewon would likely never see him again. he doesn’t let himself feel bad after that. 

the woman soon sets midas down on the table and gives his back a long stroke before she and her friend walk away to find other cats to play with. jaewon immediately gathers midas in his arms, ignoring the cat’s meows of protest. “i have to go see haseul,” he says to the cat, petting him absently as he gets up and carries midas back to his usual tower in the corner. “don’t let anyone near you unless it’s me or haseul, alright?” he tells the cat, knowing that midas is smart enough to understand him and listen, and possibly to understand the significance of what just happened and what jaewon’s planning to do. “don’t let anyone take you away, got it?” he adds, giving midas’s ears one last scratch as he deposits him on the shelf of the tower. midas mews in response, and jaewon leaves without signing out on the front desk’s volunteer chart. 

he has to get to the dog cafe, and he has to pray that haseul is working right now. if she isn’t, he’ll wrangle her phone number out of someone and call her. he can’t do this without her -- it might be weird that they’re near strangers but they’ve already pretty much agreed to adopt a cat together but, hey, it’s a weird world that they live in. 

thankfully, haseul is in the dog cafe, and she doesn’t seem very busy. or at least, there isn’t a line at the counter, and she seems to be humming to herself as she cleans something, and jaewon figures that’s not-busy enough for what he needs to tell her. “i’m adopting midas. today.”

#// this is 900 words of jaewon deciding to adopt a cat icb this is my life #mihaseul #&solo #&decisions #&midas

[daiseun]

August 23, 2019 ㅡ Blind Date

Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast  This is la vie en rose 

Louis Armstrong’s La Vie en Rose was a fitting song for the atmosphere that evening at Bicena, a restaurant located in one of the highest levels of the Lotte World Tower. That evening of August 23rd appeared to be a romantic night out for couples, or maybe it was just another ordinary night of the same old same old. 

Eunjin couldn’t comprehend why out of all places in Seoul, the blind date was set up in one of the most luxurious places in the entire city. It was out of her comfort zone, as was the entire concept of going out with someone. One year was around the corner since the disappearance of her ex-boyfriend, Jaewon. Since that day, nights were endless with constant thoughts and nightmares coming at her of him. She couldn’t fathom why he’d hurt her for the umpteenth time, though she knew she had it coming from the moment she fell in love with him. To Eunjin, his love was worth the pain, even if their relationship didn’t last very long. 

The male across from her is named Minjoon. According to a friend who set them together, he’s an architect on the rise. Maybe that was a reason why their date was in such a grand place. There was no denying he was a handsome chivalrous guy, although there were slight signs of excessive self-pride when he talked about his occupation and the amount of money he earned. That, for her, was a no-no, but she’ll let it slide for that night.

La La Land’s Epilogue plays after the previous song, immediately hitting Eunjin’s ears from the second it played. For her, the piece was easily recognizable from the very beginning. She points her fork towards the ceiling as her eyes sparkle to the music, giving Minjoon a small smile. “This is from La La Land. Have you seen the movie?” He dabs his napkin across his lips before nodding his head in response. “I have. It’s incredible how it’s still popular here when it’s been out for years. I guess we’re suckers for movies with original story plots and extraordinary soundtracks. One or the other, but occasionally both.” A sheepish laugh escapes her lips as her eyes curve into a crescent moon-like shape. Minjoon had a point, and Eunjin never voiced it out nor thought of it that way. 

Their conversation was shortened when dessert was served, which was a mini chocolate cake for the two of them. Eunjin’s mouth begins to drool just by the sight of it. “Ah, one of my weaknesses. How did you know?” He must have ordered it beforehand, because she couldn’t recall him ordering it during their time together. “I did my research before our date. Chocolate is one of my many weaknesses, too, along with cute girls with dazzling eyes.” Her nose scrunches upon hearing his response, full cheeks turning slightly rosy as she shook her head. Did he know remarks like those were a way to her heart, too? He’s truly done his research.

It took a while for the two to finish their dessert through different conversation topics and a few more cheesy remarks. The date was going splendid, which was a complete 180 from what Eunjin expected. It was also a pleasant way to open up to a new possible romance. However, it was still too soon to say.

After Epilogue was completed, another familiar song begins to play. It rung several bells in her head, but she couldn’t make of it. Just where did she hear it before?

I’ve been alone with you inside my mind And in my dreams I’ve kissed your lips a thousand times  I sometimes see you pass outside my door  Hello, is it me you’re looking for?

That’s right. It’s Hello by Lionel Richie. She first heard the song during her time abroad in England in late 2018, after her ‘break up’ with Jaewon. She was sitting in a cafe in Central London with a classmate when the song started to play in the middle of their studying. Lionel’s vocals caught her entire attention, as did the lyrics. Before she knew it, tears streamed down her cheeks, becoming too choked up to answer her classmate’s concerning “Are you alright?” question. The song spoke of Jaewon, and every time she’d listen to it, he only appeared in her mind. Why, out of all times, did it have to play on the night he wasn’t thought of for once?

What a smooth transition from Epilogue to Hello. Yet it was also an inappropriate time to play such a song when things were going so well between Eunjin and Minjoon. Words come out of his lips, but Eunjin hears nothing. Instead, her mind revolves around her ex as the song continues on. The mood that was set for the evening disappears in a blink of an eye, as was the sparkle in her eyes. Teary eyes avoid contact with Minjoon, shifting from the beautiful skyline view to her hands placed on her lap. It only made it worse. 

“Eunjin-ssi, are you okay?”

Looks like she spoke too soon.

#( ` self para. ) #( Yes I added a faceclaim for her blind date DFGHJKL ) #( I didn't link Jaewon's fc because most of you know who he is already AND he's featured in her timeline/bio anyway! ) #long post

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The Sex Contract - Chapter 24

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Chapter 24 – Kaia’s POV.

The buzz was audible before Kaia even entered the office and she gulped, wondering how bad the news was after her disappearance on Saturday evening. She had already seen the photos of Changmin in the Press pit with Abby, but the girl was keeping tight-lipped about the entire ordeal. It made Kaia concerned and with all the noise as she climbed the stairs up to Korea Star, she became nervous as to what her punishment was going to be. Opening the door, Kaia stopped in her tracks once inside, blinking rapidly. The two figures were still there as she refocused and Kaia dropped her takeaway coffee, barely aware that it had emptied over the floor.

“Kaia!” Keith called her name and she snapped out of her reverie. The visitors to the office turned at the sound and Kaia stared at the taller one with an incredulous look. “Are you surprised at our guests to the office? Come and have a look at what we’re working on!”

“Okay,” Kaia said softly, walking slowly over to her desk and placing down her bag. Still shocked, she looked over at the group of staff and shook her head in attempts to clear the cloud forming in her mind.

“You look stunned.” Sungra smirked. “Even I reacted better when I saw them enter the building earlier than you are right now.”

“So I’m not imagining Yunho and Changmin in our office?”

Sungra pinched Kaia’s lower arm and she yelped. “Apparently not.”

“Kai, come over here,” Changmin instructed, moving over to her and grabbing her upper arms. He prodded Kaia over to Abby’s computer and pushed her gently into a free chair. “We have a plan.”

“For what?” Kaia glanced up at him and he pointed at Yunho who seemed quite pleased with himself. “Yunho?”

“Changmin explained the situation to me about Kaori after the concert. He handled it poorly rushing in to grab your friend Abby here, but the three of us were able to get an idea together to remove Kaori from Changmin’s side.”

Kaia blinked slowly and nodded, snapping her focus to the older man. “You’re what?!”

“Changmin was threatened by Kaori regarding you before going on stage. She told him that she had seen you,” Abby explained and Kaia nodded.

“She told me to be careful and that if she caught me around Changmin again, I’d have no future here, but I still don’t understand what you’re up to.”

“It’s rather romantic don’t you think?” Hyurin commented and Kaia glanced at the Korean in bewilderment. “Though you look really confused, Kaia.”

“That’s because I am.”

“We’re creating a semi-false report right now,” Yunho announced triumphantly. “We’re going to explain that Abby here was witness to a conversation between both Changmin and Kaori regarding their fake relationship. Then we’ve also got an inside report from a member of Kaori’s staff stating that the model was using Changmin for her debut as an actress and planned to drop him as soon as she had established her career. Your boss has agreed to contact SME regarding all this and letting them know before running the story.”

“But we won’t be able to, it’s not a real story,” Kaia rebutted, and Abby raised her hand to refute it.

“Yet I’ve been captured in the company of Changmin. It will simply be seen as his attempts to tell me not to run the story.”

“And thus SME will have no option but to cancel the contract of my relations with Kaori Kimura,” Changmin concluded happily.

Kaia nodded and then looked at the men. “But why are you going to such effort, apart from removing the Witch? Don’t you think this is a little dramatic?”

“It’s drama worthy really!” Keith exclaimed and grinned. “The idol who fell in love with his best friend. It would make a really good story!”

“Woah, what?!” Kaia was lucky she was sitting down, her knees instantly becoming incredibly weak.

Changmin coughed awkwardly. “Ah, let’s go talk somewhere, yeah?”

Eventually, Changmin stopped walking and Kaia took a seat in the tiny park, her eyes darting around the area. “Uh, are you sure we should be seen in public like this? I know it’s empty but Min-”

“I couldn’t say what I have to in another setting. It would seem too, well it wouldn’t be right.” Changmin ran a hand through his hair before sitting on the park bench beside her. “Kaia, let’s talk.”

“We are,” she said with a smile, nudging him lightly. “You haven’t been this nervous in front of me since the first night we attempted to have sex.”

“I didn’t expect to revisit that memory,” he admitted with a chuckle and he seemed to relax a little. “Are you okay though?”

“In what way?”

Changmin cringed. Kaia smiled; he had always been so awkward talking about his inner thoughts. “Are you happy with how your life is right now?”

“Without you in it, I’m guessing you meant to add on.” He nodded sheepishly. “I miss you every day but I just can’t be your friend anymore. The contract, well it ruined that.”

“I don’t want to be your friend, Kaia,” he said and Kaia glanced at him, nodding lightly. Her heart began to pound and her face felt hot. She knew she was going to cry, but she tried not to let the tears form just yet. “Being your friend, well I enjoyed the time we spent together, but you’re right things have changed. It took me a while to realise it had.”

“Oh,” Kaia murmured, clamping her eyes closed and trying to settle her emotions. She nodded once. “Well, I’m happy still.”

“You, you are?” She had thrown him off.

“Yeah, Jaewon has become a good person within my life. I don’t see him often but when I do, well we have fun.”

“Oh.”

Everything fell silent then, and Kaia wondered if Changmin would be able to move on now. She hated hurting him, throwing Jaewon in like a cheap shot, but Kaia was struggling just being in his company. There were so many things she wanted to express and the longer she was around Changmin, the harder it was to suppress them.

Changmin’s phone went off and he held it to his ear, looking dejected. “Yeah hyung, I remember our schedule, don’t worry I’ll be back soon.” He ended the call and Kaia got to her feet, smiling lightly at him.

“Well, sounds like you need to go.”

“Yeah.” He got up as well, nodding softly to himself. Kaia rocked back and forth in her sneakers, hoping he’d leave so she could succumb to the feelings rising within her chest. He stepped away and then stopped, surprising her a little. Kaia had to sniff back the beginning of her tears, blinking the emotion away as fast as she could. Changmin turned back to face her, his dark eyes searching hers for an answer. He then swiftly moved in front of Kaia, grabbing her jaw in his hands. “I have to do this.”

His lips pressed against hers passionately and for a moment Kaia was too stunned to react. As they caressed her mouth she snapped out of it, sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him back. The tears began to fall from Kaia’s eyes, wondering why she was allowing herself to have this last embrace. Eventually, Kaia found the willpower to pull away, covering her mouth with her hand and trying to settle her crying.

Changmin sighed. “I’m not sorry for kissing you. In fact, if I could, I would kiss you over and over. But that’s selfish of me to push my feelings onto you when you don’t want the same thing.”

“What?” Kaia snapped her eyes back to his face and shook her head. “What did you say?”

“Kai, why do you think we’re taking time out of our busy schedule right now constructing my escape from Kaori? I don’t want her coming after you. I don’t want to lose you because of her. I’ve already lost you because I was too blind to see I had fallen in love with you! But there was no way-”

“You, you love me?” Kaia breathed and Changmin’s cheeks flushed with colour. “You actually love me?”

“You said, in the beginning, these kinds of arrangements usually went one of two ways. The pair either split up wanting more from the world or fall in love, remember?” Kaia nodded. Changmin smiled and brushed her curls away gently. “I fell in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for weeks now. I just did-”

She cut him off with her lips, kissing him with demand. Changmin managed to balance Kaia’s attack, gripping her body hard within his arms and meeting her hunger completely. They kissed until breathless and then he leant his forehead against hers.

“I love you too.”

“I think that was apparent by the way you just leapt on me.” He chuckled. “Yunho told me you must have left because I was too blind to see you were in love with me too, but I didn’t believe you did; I thought I had done something to make you hate me.”

“It became too hard to bear the weight of my feelings around you,” Kaia confessed and Changmin laughed. She pouted, and then let out a whine. “Why are you laughing?!”

“Because we are complete idiots, just like Yunho has been telling us all along.”

Kaia rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. “It took you forever to figure it out. You’re more of an idiot than me!”

“Oh really? Why did you just think right now that I didn’t want anything to do with you?” He smirked and Kaia pouted again. Laughing, he pulled her against his chest and held her close. “It doesn’t matter now. I have you in my arms, and I’m not letting you go.”

Kaia snuggled into the embrace, closing her eyes and smiled happily. She didn’t want to let go either.

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   WELCOME TO THE MGAS   //   episode seven       . .       #4011  -  김진희.*  KIM JINHEE.    ━━━━━━       .   .   .    INTERVIEW at NOVA ENT             CURRENTLY JUDGMENTAL.

the first thing she thinks when she’s led into the room is that this is not her job.

jei’s absolutely sure that this portion of the show is just being done for dramatic effect, to see where loyalties lie or to figure something out she hasn’t quite put a finger on.  regardless, it’s not her job to sit in a tiny little room with a camera and choose between talented kids just because she’s asked to.  that’s a problem for the judges, not her.  still, her face doesn’t show any of these thoughts, carefully kept into a cool neutral expression as it always is - her eyes cast over the pictures as she sits down in front of them, lifting her gaze only when there are instructions for her to choose.

yes, that’s what she already gathered and yes, there’s still the annoyance in her that she even has to do this.  if they’ve made it this far, clearly these kids are talented.  it’s obvious that the companies can’t take all of them, but to make her choose the best is not her place.  

“ maybe i won’t choose the best.  i guess that’s a subjective term regardless, isn’t it? everyone has their own views of what the best really is ..” she pauses, leaning back in her chair.  “ still, there are bound to be better dancers, better singers, better rappers than the ones i choose.  i know for a fact there probably are, even on this competition.” jei says finally, eyes lifting to the camera.  “ but i will choose the best ones, to me.  my favourites, and ones i’d like to see do well in the future.  if you haven’t guessed yet, i’m quite loyal to people i care about so you probably won’t be surprised by my choices.  i’m actually not sure how interesting this is going to really be.”  meaning, she’s not going to be cutthroat, or cocky, or anything else which is probably what they wanted to hear. “ though, i think you’ll have a hard time finding many who won’t choose their friends.”

they didn’t give her a time limit to speak, so she’s just being honest.  with that, her eyes cast down to the table to find her choices - she already knows who she’s going to choose, so it doesn’t really take too long to snatch their photos from their places.

“ first, singers.” she holds up sungwoon’s photo, eyes glancing over it and then back to the camera.  “ i choose the show’s tiny giant, ha sungwoon.” she doesn’t really go into specifics about their friendship - in fact, it might come as a bit of a surprise that she alluded that they are friends.  “ if you ask me why, it’s because i like his tone.  his voice is soothing, and i think it’s nice to listen to for a long time.  sometimes, i think voices can be a bit annoying to listen to after awhile, but i’ve never been annoyed by his.” she pauses for a moment, eyes flicking to the ceiling as if in thought - and finally she says, “ and, he’s charming.  he made me laugh, which we all know is a hard thing to do.  so he has my pick.”

“ for dancers, i’ll have to go with hwang hyunjin.” she holds up his photocard, though this time she doesn’t look at it. “ not only is he a hard worker, but he’s very creative.  i think he’d do well and stand out, both because of his talent as a dancer and his ability to communicate.” jei pauses here, biting the inside of her cheek.  “ i think communication is a very important quality for a dancer to have, whether it be through expression, movement, or even in the way hyunjin does it through sign language.  he’s very original, so i think his solo performances especially are interesting to watch.  i’d be interested to see how that would translate to an idol group, but i am concerned that being in one will take his performance .. colour away.”  by colour, of course, she means his unique ability.

“ and for rappers, i bet you thought i’d pick kim hyuna, didn’t you?” here, jei holds up her best friend’s photocard, but a thin lipped smile crosses her features.  “ .. you’re right, hyuna’s very talented as a rapper and there’s nothing i could say that you don’t already know about her.  but i also think that jung jaewon will surprise you.  he was eliminated early, but it was a mistake.” the words she speaks are blunt, but this is an opinionated interview so she doesn’t see a problem with them.  “ i said for dancers, that expression is important.  and that’s true too, for rappers so i understand the reason why he was eliminated from the show.  but regardless, it was a mistake nonetheless because he’s very .. mm, different from others.  it’s hard to understand him sometimes.  but i’ve worked with him once before, on a backing track for his submission to the market o contest.  i know he’s got talent, i think he was just having a hard time at that moment and ultimately he was eliminated.  so i think he’ll manage to do well, if he can overcome his own weaknesses.”

finally, the ending question .. jei holds the photos in her hands, eyes staring straight into the camera.  “ if i had to choose, i’d like all of these people to win because i think they all have potential to be great performers.  however, if i’m honest, i have a few concerns about hyunjin and jaewon in an idol group.  they’re so unique, it would be a shame to take that away from them as performers.  but this is what they want, so it would still be nice if they could win.” she pauses.  “ i think, though, that i would say hyuna has the most potential to win this entire thing again.  she did it once, so i have no doubts that it’s possible.  everyone is supporting her, and that includes me, too.  i know she has the talent and i know her performance skills are top notch, especially as a former trainee who has faced three survival shows.”  her expression turns fond as she looks at hyuna’s photo and places it down, finally gripping sungwoon’s in her hand.

“ as for sungwoon, i think it’d be foolish to say he won’t win or can’t win just because hyuna more than likely will.” the words are said with confidence, though jei shrugs her shoulders gently at the thought of it.  “ i think he has all of the qualities that it seems the judges are looking for, besides .. dancing.” jei crinkles her nose a little when she smiles here, but the smile itself is short lived.  “ but he improves as he works, and he works hard at it so i don’t think that it would be a problem for him to learn as time goes on.  i think he’d make a good candidate for drama osts, personally.”

with that, her segment wraps with the staffer cutting her off.  jei stands from her seat, putting the photos back in their places one by one - each of them with a fond look in her eye that’s covered by the way her head is lowered.  finally, all she does is leave the room.

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the first time it happens, the two of them are surrounded by adversaries, their focused gazes and burning gun barrels firing, the explosive powder still already ringing in the air from the way the captain and his mercenary have ravaged through the slave ship like twin hurricanes, their bullets finding targets much more often than their enemies, thanks to the two of them having become in-sync enough with each other to thwart the bulk of the damage. they lay waste to the vessel, the two of them granting no mercy, no leniency, no grace for those who would bind the poor and weak of persephone’s underbelly and carter them off to the highest bidder; the captain and his merc hold no hesitation in their firepower.

the job is almost finished, almost completed, a duty they both commit to free of any charge, when jaewon looses it, drops control of himself, either mis-stepping or mis-aligning with the universe, the whole galaxy around him flipping out of place violently, the darkness closing in on his vision. no bullet had struck him but he drops down anyway, his eyes rolling back, long limbs falling useless to the ground, and he’s not sure how long he dips out of reality, but it feels like only a second. he wakes up to harper screaming his name while desperately fighting off multiple assailants from three different angles, and she furious of course but he can’t explain things to her, not now, not yet, bad timing. he shakes himself awake and catapults his mind back into the problem at hand.

they win of course and later when harper asks him what the hell that was all about, he acts sheepish and shrugs it off, shaking his head. “i think something hit my head before i could dodge. how long did i duck out for?”

her expression is muted, clinging to her sense of mystery and control, something he himself is only grasping at for the moment, so he can’t read her entirely but he’s sure she doesn’t believe him. “only a few minutes,” she answers him anyway, despite the small muscles in her eyebrows that tug them together slightly, only vaguely letting on to her concern, before she masks it again with her usual flippant, flirtatious banter. “but hey, if you’re a good boy maybe i won’t tell the others how you fainted in the middle of a fight.” a cocky grin spreads across her lips, his hip jutting out with an attitude and once again jaewon forces himself to get a grip and resume his usual positioning for their banter.

the next time it happens, they are more or less alone, albeit on serenity in the evening, loading a carton of food goods into the wall of the cargo bay, random bouts of chatter and conversation shifting between them, the way it always does. sometimes she’s helpful and then other times she’s more interested in goofing around, but he’s glad she’s here nevertheless, given that most the other crew are off eating dinner and there’s no way jaewon could move this crate on his own.

“don’t you ever just relax?” she teases him.

“i do. and then you all come in and ruin it about a minute later.” he rolls his eyes and ignores the way she laughs, the way she knows he’s not really annoyed, the way they both know the exact second yang jaewon stops moving, he’ll be dead; there’s just no slowing down for someone who churns like the heart of a sun, someone who drives forward faster than any ship in the verse, faster than comets through the skies.

ahh, but everything has to come to a halt sooner or later, and when the blackness closes down over jaewon once again, this time it feels so much worse, something dreadful and fearful and cold– a raw and empty sort of cold, the kind that freezes in an instant with a single touch– invading the core of him, just before consciousness leaves. his eyes flicker to harper’s face as she turns, time slowing to a grind as he watches her features crush and wrinkle, worried as he falls, asking him a question he can’t answer. he’s out before he hits the ground.

when gold eyes flicker open once again, he’s in the medbay and strangely enough he already knows what the doctor tells him, the two of them in private, hushed voices because jaewon can’t bare the knowledge leaking out any further than a meter radius around them. he can see harper through the glass door, the only person standing out there which probably means she hasn’t told the rest of the crew yet what’s happened, and he supposes he should be grateful, despite the fact that he knows he’s not getting out of this one with another excuse; her eyes are shining and focused, a determination on her face that jaewon knows there’s just no point trying to resist.

as soon as the doctor steps away from him, harper hits the button and the door opens, stepping inside despite the sigh coming from serenity’s medical staff. “i told you he needs to rest, harper, you need to wait–”

“no, it’s alright,” jaewon contradicts, straining against a blooming headache to sit up and meet her gaze, feeling somewhat stripped without his coat suddenly, which he assumes they’d had to pull off him to get a stick in his veins. he’s gone through something like this before.

“so what is it?” she demands, her voice deceptively lighthearted, a funny little smile between her pursed lips like a knife, her head tilting slightly, her arms crossing with a shrug. “not getting enough sleep? low blood pressure? so blinded by my beauty you keep fainting?”

“cancer.”

the word falls from his lips like a bomb, the radiating explosions echoing through both their chests because even though jaewon has known about this for a hot minute now, he hasn’t said it out loud yet, hasn’t admitted it to any of his crew, to his ship, to his skies, to his own lungs and ears. it feels too real now, too solid, too unshakeable, too weak, and he hates it and he hates his own body and he hates that he’s somehow not strong enough to fend off every disease or toxin.

he tries not to swallow thickly or let his voice shake as he continues, despite the growing seriousness in harper’s eyes. “a tumor, to be precise. logged… somewhere in my head, like a bullet.”

“oh my god, yang…”

he breaks eye-contact, steels himself against any rising of emotion, because he is vallurian, because he is desert storms and mountain ranges and he does not break, not for anything. “i’ve still got a while, i think.”

“we need to get you to a proper hospital.”

“honestly i think i’d rather die.”

“honestly you really might.” now he sees it in her, now he sees the cracks, the breakage, his eyes boring into hers and hers boring into his, only hers are reddening, her hands in fists gripping onto herself for lack of anything else to grab, the muscles in her neck straining. he watches her, watches someone with whom death still has an affect on, someone who can still cry, still love, still allow herself that sense of coming undone, even just a little bit.

might. maybe. perhaps. possibly. as though the chances of his impending descent into hell, his rejoining with the ghosts who constantly howl against him, is somewhat less than certain. as though he has a shot at another six months after the next set, as though the alliance would help someone like him, as though he has enough money to pay for a hospital visit, the drugs, the screenings, the tests, the treatments, as though yang jaewon would ever allow himself to die anywhere other than split between stars and suns and supernovas. “might. yeah.”

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2. My muse tells yours that they have a terminal illness.

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“I’ll think about it.”

You didn’t understand. “Love you say? You did that to me!” you yelled back, your voice started to sore. 

    “Just, let me explain okay? I have no idea why you assumed so much when all I wanted to do was to tell you the truth.” he loosened his grip on the blanket. 

You hissed, “What is there to explain? That action was already enough.” you looked away. By now he stared you again. 

    “Chan took a video of me sleep talking,“ he began, ignoring your words. “He was going to show you but I didn’t want him to.” 

You shrugged as you laid comfortably on the sofa and placed your forearm on your face. 

    “It was a lazy-unintentional-confession to you and he was gonna show you-” he heard you snoring quietly. 

    “So much for listening.” he placed a warm damped towel onto your forehead and left. 

When the door clicked closed, you sat up and checked yourself at the mirror. You can’t tell whether you were red for being sick or blushing for the fact he liked you. You heard the whole thing and you didn’t want him to speak any further. ----------

In and out of sub-consciousness, you laid lazily on the couch. You reached for your phone to give a call to your dad, “Don’t bring the kids here, dad. I caught a fever and it’s contagious- you know, flu season.” 

Just a sip of water and a bite of bread were enough to keep you energised to head to work. You wrapped yourself with a thick scarf and a wore fleece mask. 

Winter was closely approaching and the forecast reported it would be a bit warm in the morning and afternoon, cold in the evening. Once you parked in front of the cafe, Nayoung spotted you from inside. “Y/N!” 

You walked up the stairs and the cafe was louder than usual. As you scanned the entire place, you figured Seungcheol and his squad were at the lounge area. There was a discount so you knew they’d stay longer. Nayoung was on day off but decided to stay with the group. “What happened to you?” 

    “Caught a fever. I still have to work though.” you removed your coat and hung it to a stand. 

    “I think you should rest today,” Dongho insisted. “We can handle it.” you nodded in thanks and sat down beside Nayoung. 

    “Should I bring you home?” Mingyu offered, handing you a glass of hot water. 

    “I just got here and you want me to leave?” you managed to smile. “Just kidding.” 

The others asked for the kids but you told them they’ll be at your parents’ place until you recover. They invited you to play a round of UNO. “I’ll pass.”  

At the very least the cafe was a lot warmer than at home. You forgot to pay the bills so the electricity was cut off- no heater. Your legs shivered by the touch of cold wind from outside. Seungcheol noticed your condition and removed his coat to place it on you. 

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ and he just smiled. “Yah, Y/N didn’t avoid you? That’s rare. She’d usually be all angry and cranky.” Jeonghan nudged the boy. 

    “She’s probably really sick and thought Hyung was Mingyu.” Wonwoo laughed as he put up his hand showing the others he only got a card left. 

    “Nah, we kind of made up last night.” Seungcheol shuffled the cards, he felt the boys’ stare at him. “..Or at least I think it was. Clearly one-sided.” he continued.

    “Oi why is this boy lying with a straight face?” Jihoon blurted out, making everyone laugh. “Someone hit him.” 

    “Everything Cheol does to Y/N were always one-sided.” Joshua laughed and hit the table continuously. 

    “Can I join?” you asked them as you crawled in between Seungcheol and Mingyu. 

    “Feel a bit better Y/N?” Nayoung asked, worried that you might overwork yourself. “I didn’t come all the way to sleep.” 

Few rounds of UNO and you started to feel dizzy and nauseous. You managed to win 2 rounds and little did you know your swaying head rested on Mingyu shoulders. “Hyung!” Mingyu hissed to the older one. “Bring her home.” he whispered. 

You felt someone wrapping your legs and back, but you were too sick to even picture them. Seungcheol carried you to your car and grabbed the keys in your pocket.  ----------

The smell of porridge woke you and you realized you were in Seungcheol’s apartment. “Ugh.. My head.. Why am I here anyway?” You stood up and your wobbly legs felt weak. 

As you leaned onto the counter, he saw you heading towards the kitchen. “Whoa hey there.” he gently wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You cleared your throat since you noticed where his hands were. “Your hands.” Immediately he put his arms at his back. “Then hold onto me. I’ll support you.”

Was he always this gentle? Or were you too blinded to see his kindness that his savagery outweighed this side of him? You sat down and he gave you a bowl of porridge. “Thanks.” When you ate, he suddenly smirked at your hungry state. 

    “I can tell you didn’t eat breakfast.” he wiped the smudged porridge on your lips.

    “We both know why.” you flattened your lips, it was too hard for him to figure out whether you smiled or not. “I appreciate this.” you murmured. 

    “No problem, but I guess it’s not enough for you to forgive me.” 

    “I’ll think about it.” Because you needed a reason for that incident, you thought the explanation last night was already enough- now that you knew he was always sincere. ----------

Months have passed and everyday you tried to drop hints to Seungcheol through acts of kindness. There were less mean words, less violence and to be honest you started to see the good in him. No wonder his friends called him 'leader'. There were times he insisted on babysitting your nephews. And they eventually grew closer than the last time he saw them. 

You remembered Seungcheol’s reaction to Jaemin’s first steps. He bragged that he was the one who taught him. “Uncle taught you right Jaemin?” 

He would offer to bring Jaewon to daycare or drive you to school or work. Even his friends were surprised to see him like this, when they assumed you forgave him, or at least there were progress in mending your friendship. 

There was one day your parents came to visit your apartment and your nephews would call out for Seungcheol to play. They would cry if you say he had work and would smile if they saw him arriving at your doorstep. Your parents would ask you who he was and for the first time you said he was your friend. The smile on his face never faded as he looked at you. 

Seungcheol knew the days that have passed were ones for you to trust him slowly. He would patiently wait for you to forgive him. Each and everyday you would show him sides of you that he had never seen. Everyday he would discover another you. And he was already content with it. His feelings never faded and he would wait for you to return his one-sided love. 

    “Seungcheol?” you walked with him at the park after your parents brought the kids to the airport to meet their father. He hummed in response to your call. “Was it true? The one you said in your sleep talk?” 

His lips agape and just smiled. “If it weren’t true I wouldn’t have stopped Chan from showing it to you.” 

    “Ah.” was all you could say. Your chest tightened when he was around, or when he was talking to other girls you’d look away. Even the promise of making him dinner had you all nervous- the knock on his door was much more worse than to prepare him dinner. 

    “Why did you ask? I mean, I’m curious because we finally made up.” he sat on the swing and you soon copied him. “Have you fallen for me yet?” 

    “I'm not into guys who thinks the girl’s flirting on them,” you paused, making him bite his lips. “..I said that before, but now.. I don’t know what I feel for you.” your voice gradually become softer.

He didn’t utter a word, he just listened. As he stared at you, the anticipation grew and his heart couln’t stop beating. “..Like, I don’t know why I have to endure this feeling when at your part you rarely did anything.”

You stopped swinging and bent your head, your hands on your lap, balled to fists because you knew you couldn’t look at him any longer. “..You’re a pervert and teased me a lot and why did I react when you annoyed me but they were not true? Why did my chest hurt when you leave my apartment even if you only lived next door?”

    “Y/N I-” he stood up and knelt in front of you. Your sudden burst of emotions shocked him that he couldn’t continue.

    “We were barely even friends but why did it seem you’re special to me?” you raised your tone, tired from all the talk. You then started to swing again, just to cut the awkward atmopshere.

Seungcheol chuckled at your behaviour. He placed his hands on your lap and you flinched. “Does that mean you thought about it?” You sighed, not sure of what to answer. He just smiled like he had seen a beautiful painting. Your eyes widened.

    “What are you try-” “You like me.” he poked your nose. “You realized.”

    “Shut up, I didn’t confess.” you looked away, but he tucked a strand behind your ear.

    “Say it.” he smiled wider than before.

    “I-..” you stuttered. “I’ve already admitted e-enough, so fr-from now on you better be at my s-side.” you stood and started to walk.

“Wasn’t the answer I was expecting but okay.” he pulled you from behind, you felt his muscular chest at your back, making you blush.

    “Get off me.” you protested as you tried to walk.

He placed his chin on your shoulders. By now your face heated with blood of overwhelming feelings. His breathing made you think he was nervous, like you. “If I’m with you any longer, it’ll be hard for me to pull away.”

Silence filled the air again and crickets were the only ones heard. Seungcheol released from the hug, turning you to face him. “Oh you’re blushing.” 

It meant something to him, you were his. And you can’t say you hate it.

    “You idiot, it’s your fault.”

#Seventeen #seventeen stories #seventeen romance #seventeen seungcheol #next door ff #seventeen mini series #choi seungcheol #seventeen scoups #scoups fluff #scoups au #scoups imagines #scoups #seungcheol imagines #scoups romance #seungcheol fluff #svt imagines #svt scoups #svt fanfics #seungcheol fanfics #scoups fanfic

[genesiskrps-blog]

KIWI MUSIC NEWS: IDOL PROFILE SERIES !

[+ 500, -15] Wow! Seho is my favorite soloist in CEL ! [+ 243,  - 5] CEL is lucky to have him, aren’t they?! [+ 225,  - 9] I can’t wait to see more of them - fighting!!

PROFILE !

FACECLAIM: jung jaewon (one) CHARACTER NAME: park seho STAGE NAME: seho CHARACTER AGE: 22 COMPANY: CEL POSITION: dean soloist TIME WITH COMPANY: 6 years

POSITIVE: loyal, honest, straightforward NEGATIVE:: violent, bitter, uncouth STRENGTHS: seho loves music since young, being it the only way he had to deal with the years he spent under his brother’s care. he is diligent and a hard worker, spending nights and days in the studio working on new material. he puts his musical career first and his personal life second, focused and determined. seho knows how to write a song that will chart decently. his voice is also good. he doesn’t reach amazing notes, but he holds a tune well, and his voice is pleasant enough to make him fit his solo career. WEAKNESSES: stage presence. seho does well when shooting videos, though most he does is stand there and look pretty. but his live stages have been less than outstanding, and for a while CEL even didn’t make him promote in music shows, spinning this off as him being artistic. but as much as seho wants to stay away from the idol image, he’s still in an idol company, so it’s something he has to work at. another weakness is his attitude: acting whatever way he wants in interviews and variety shows will only get him so far, but for him it’s hard to pretend to be excited or happy. or laugh at a joke he finds stupid. or to just shut the fuck up and not say the stupid shit he’s thinking.

BIOGRAPHY !

triggers: character death 

born and raised in busan, park seho is the middle child of a middle class family. he has an older brother and a younger one: a family of men. he grew up feeling mediocre, never the best but also never the worst. he grew up well though, until his parents died in a car crash.

that left him to the care of his older brother who was already an adult, a man seho despises. he was fifteen at the time and had to start working part time jobs and god knows what else. his relationship with his older brother was terrible, but he made it through for his little brother, who is twelve.

he didn’t do well in school, making music instead. he played around with the guitar and the keyboard. he started making his own songs and uploading them on songcloud, and then making youtube videos. at this time he left home at least three times, living with friends here and there, and then going back because of his younger brother.

this soft of life made seho a mistrustful man, angry, prone to violence. he doesn’t trust people, has huge walls raised high around him. sad and lonely, he pours his anger and pain in his songs.

until one day he is stopped on his way back from his part-time job in a convenience score by a CEL scout who recognized him from the videos. at first he thinks of not even showing up in the company, but ends up going anyway. he gets signed in two months later.

at first they think of putting him in bionic, but seho can’t really follow them in the dancing department. also, he doesn’t get along well with the boys, can’t really work in a team. seho is not made to be in a group, or to be an idol at all. his behavior just doesn’t fit.

ends up debuting as a solo, intense pr training. he now knows how to work in front of the cameras, to smile her and there. but he has been already in some scandals about being rude, impolite in interviews, acting as if he doesn’t give a shit (newsflash: he doesn’t) in showcases. the type of song he does sells, though, so cel is keeping him around. though the leash around his throat is getting tighter and tighter.

#gs:app #gs:solo #gs:cel #gs:ncxnis

[avtjiyong]

‘snakes’ solo

jaewon is eight years old and he doesn't understand what the hell is going on.

he's been through a few different tutors in the last couple years, liking some, hating most, but this newest trainer has got to be the weirdest above everyone else. he smells like garlic constantly and even though jaewon's mother, the queen, seems to trust him absolutely, there's a strange madness in the corners of his eyes that jaewon doesn't like. whenever their gazes match up, jaewon feels like he is in a battle for his soul, and after the first two months, he's started to worry that he losing.

he is a tough kid, having quite a few achievements under his belt already, in terms of swordsmanship and taekwondo. mother wants to get him into jujitsu next, as well as teaching him to be better at horseback riding and archery-- both of which he has no talent or balance for. he is too impatient and hands-on for some of the things she expects from him, but he knows he'll no doubt try anyway. he strives to be an obedient student.

this newest teacher seems to be somewhere between her confidante and her weapon. sometimes jaewon can't tell whether he is spying on him for the queen mother, or if he's simply torturing him for the hell of it. the lessons tend to be more brutal than his last tutor, stricter, more heavy-handed. the man never dishes out a compliment, is never impressed, looks and acts and speaks like a boulder. jaewon finds him impossible and frustrating.

that is, until the day that he gives jaewon what he thinks is a present. as the crown prince, he's been given many gifts from people, and owns quite a few animals, but never had a rabbit before. his tutor brings the small, cuddly animal into the palace and pours it into jaewon's small arms. the creature looks up at the boy with dark, soft eyes, and he melts a little.

"take care of it." the man huffs out.

"what's its name?" jaewon asks.

"up to you."

for the first week he owns this bunny, he is suspicious. he doesn't give it a name yet because his tutor is being strangely kind and careful around him. the only rule is to take good care of the rabbit, keep up on feeding it and playing with it. jaewon is hesitant to show anything for it, to like it too much, even though he gets little gooey feelings whenever it sniffs at his fingers or nuzzles his hand. he certainly doesn't want to show anything emotional to his tutor, doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the man hardly seems to notice.

the second week is when he finally lets it out of its cage, starts carrying it around with him almost everywhere, and names it dokkaebi. he likes its fluffy brown ears the most and the way it wiggles its nose whenever he comes into the room. his martial arts training has been suspended for a while, by order of his tutor, which is confusing, but when asked, the man simply says that jaewon's priority right now is to look after the animal. even his mother and father grow a slight attachment to the bunny, smiling whenever they see jaewon happily padding around the mansion with it.

by week four this rabbit has become his best friend, a creature he has told everything to, all his secrets, even the ones he doesn't tell chanwoo because he's scared of how chanwoo might judge him. he tells dokkaebi about how he really feels about being a prince, about the pressures, about anything sad or difficult that happens. petting dokkaebi helps calm him down when he cries and he is rewarded with quiet nuzzles and tiny paws.

that's why monday morning, week five, when his tutor comes back into his room and ties dokkaebi to a tray, jaewon's stomach lurches downwards. his body starts shaking and his nerves root his feet to the floor, his hands tightly gripped into fists. "what are you doing?" he asks, his voice not as strong as he wants it to be.

"you've put your heart and love into this creature. it's time you understood what that means for someone in your position." the tall man steps over closer to the prince, and jaewon wants to shrink away, but he knows he must stand his ground. their eyes bore into each other and again jaewon feels like he is fighting a battle. "you are too powerful and important to care about anything too much. everything is breakable. everything dies. when you love something and you pull it close to you, it becomes a weakness, something others can use to exploit you. everything can be taken away, the risk of betrayal is behind all corners. you must never forget this."

jaewon is frozen in place while the man pulls out a dagger and holds it up for him.

"you cannot hold yourself back from doing what is necessary. as king, it is your responsibility to make hard choices, no matter who it hurts."

despite his mind screaming at him to stop, his fingers slowly and carefully close around the handle of the knife. he's never killed anything before. never betrayed anything that trusted him so much, and he has to look down at this frantic, furry creature, all twitching ears and soft eyes. he’d cuddled it to sleep just last night, ran his fingers through its hair, whispering words of affection and protection. that’s the sort of man jaewon wants to be, not this.... not this....

he wants to look away, but he knows that would be weakness, knows the man will come down on him harder next time. if he shows his true thoughts, how badly he doesn't want to hurt his new best friend, will it still be killed? will he be made to watch? at least this way he knows it'll be quick, he knows how and where to cut so that there is as little pain or recognition as possible... so he strikes fast, gets it over with, like the snake they are training him to be. afterwards, there is a five-second gap of absolute silence as the blood pools out across the tray, the tiny body devoid of breath and movement. he blinks down at its limp form and then runs for the bathroom, vomiting his lunch up into the toilet bowl.

he knows he's passed the test, but at the same time, he still feels like he has lost.

#. s n a k e s . #tw: animal cruelty #tw: animal death #i almost cried writing this i'm so sorry/emo #. e x p i r a t i o n d a t e . #|. ♔ taking back the crown ( so close I can taste it ).

[serenitykrp]

—WARNING : suspect may be armed and dangerous! YANG JAEWON, code named ORION, is a CREW MEMBER on an unidentified firefly-class ship, traveling through the ‘Verse under the radar. They are known for being confident, assertive, and goal-oriented, but beneath the surface, they have proven to be argumentative, insensitive, and stand-offish. Although their origin lies somewhere on their home planet VALLURIA, they have been caught by stardust and lost to the great expanse.

YOU ARE YOUR OWN EXPLOSION, BRING US YOUR VERY BEST VIOLENCE.

he is a forceful personality, a hurricane personality. his upbringing has bent his heart into twisted, jigsaw puzzle pieces, propelling him to bite, growl, scratch and learn how to survive by the edge of his teeth. he believes in actions more than words, and purpose more than chaos. he makes himself a force of nature, a human wildfire, mixes together the pieces of his soul that never seemed to match; longing for violence and understanding, adventure and peace. he has learnt that self-control is the only way he can get what he wants, and being confident and perceived as strong is often the difference between life and death. any insecurities or overabundance of emotions, he masks them with slight sarcasm, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and shoves them down even deeper than they already had been before. he doesn’t love hardly anything at all, but the few items or people that he does, become so ingrained on his heart that he is more than willing to kill for them.

he wants to surround himself with people he knows he can trust, or at least intimidate into respecting him. he is a headstrong individual, full of confidence and determination, so he knows he’s not the easiest person to live with, but he understands that there isn’t really any need to like one another—just get along and be useful. he can be ruthless with strangers, suspicious and deadly, and he is not kind to those he deems worthless or disloyal, but that’s simply because he knows the responsibility he owes to his crew, to make sure they’re safe on every job they embark on.

he doesn’t often show real emotions, preferring to bottle it up until it eats him alive, but he thinks of his crew like family and is very under-the-surface, lowkey about his protective nature over them. all of them are as important to him as any of the money or treasures they find, but he tries not to reveal any of that, doesn’t want to let them know his attachments to them. he can’t seem weak. he tends to slip up though sometimes, whenever any of them get hurt really badly, often secretly blaming himself for it, no matter the circumstances.

THERE IS NO NEWS, THERE IS ONLY THE TRUTH OF THE SIGNAL.

rule one : never look back.

the universe is full of chaos and blackness and sometimes there are no answers or reasons why. suns don’t spin to please anyone, stars don’t explode out of any malice or intention. the sky yawns and folds to its own whims and doesn’t share secrets with anyone just passing through, a blanket-wrap of diamonds in pure darkness. since his first breath, jaewon has taken these things in stride, understanding that he might never know who his parents are, why he first recollection is standing beside a dumpster, skin dressed in trash, heart formed from scraps.

it could have been anyone to pass along across this dusty alleyway, early in the evening as the large, orange sun just began to kiss the horizon; it could have been a squadron of The Zero Hunters or a clan of “the restless believers,” or wild dogs, hungry and ravenous for anything, pawing for scraps that tumble through the war-torn city streets. this isn’t the planet where tourists meander and stumble through, this isn’t the picturesque, pretty daydream the wealthy elite like to pretend they are surrounded by. valluria is the gutter, the grey area of the spectrum, a playground for the greedy and blood-thirsty, the ninth circle of hell—a desert planet mining for spice, with no hope and no other final destination.

this is the boy’s first memory, the closest to a womb he can ever bring himself to accept. there is nothing before right now, no one there to explain the universe or how it works, so from then on, he just assumes the rules are his to create.

he doesn’t remember how long he sits there until he hears someone else rummaging in the trashcan at the end of the alley. he is not terrified at all, merely curious, too young and too much a blank, white page to really know fear. he peeks out of from the box he’s shielded himself with and sees another kid there. older, trashy clothes, dirty from head to toe, too-thin arms, and a scowl as mean as any kid can look.

“what do you want?” the grungy scrounger snarls at him, giving him his best intimidating look, as though they aren’t both just as desperate for the same sort of food amidst all this garbage. “go away, go somewhere else!”

he tilts his head and frowns for a long moment, dark eyes glinting eerily in the dimming light. “i have nowhere,” he responds matter-of-factly, not willing to beg because something deep in the pit of his soul tells him never to grovel. “i have nothing.”

the kid smirks at him. “join the club.”

rule two : be like them but not one of them.

he is led back to a den of thieves, all of them older than him and taller than him and meaner than him. they teach him ruthlessness, they teach him that pain is survival, and fear belongs to other people. you can’t be scared when you have a purpose to fulfill: get food, rob treasure, steal anything, and get away fast. he runs smart, evading anyone who chases him by sheer determination, and trusts that his feet will take him back to the shed the same way he trusts his lungs to breathe in air.

the city is nothing but a grouping of shacks, small huts to house miners between 14-hour-shifts inside the spice mines, every step taken is only a few inches closer to inevitable death. if the desert storms don’t rip your soul straight out of your body, the constant wars fought between crime lords just might. provisions are scarce out here, and always fought over. spice is valuable and lucrative; individual lives are not. they are street rats, the abandoned mongrels, dodging the battles and explosions between factions, and if either clan catches them, they’ll either kill them or put them to work—which is basically the same thing.

he is quick and assertive, fearlessness and unspoken power in every step, so by the time he is eleven, he begins turning their little ragtag gang into a more profitable, organized group of criminals. he is given no position of power officially, but he’s surprisingly smart for his age, alert to things he probably shouldn’t be, and he has a way of looking straight through someone when they speak to him.

rule three : trust no god.

he is out in the desert again, outrunning a sandstorm as though they are old friends playing tag, when his whole crew is found in their hideout and slaughtered without hesitation. when he comes back, he finds nothing solid of any of them, pieces of their bodies strewn across the floor, intestines and brain matter splattered against the walls like gothic decorations from a madman. he is surrounded by the stench of iron, a smell he’ll never get out of his nostrils now, forcing himself to take a big whiff of it, forcing himself to take a slow step further inside.

understanding such a horror is nearly impossible for a thirteen-year-old, but his brain freezes this moment in his memories to dream about later, picture-framing the destruction to agonize over night after night for years to come. the ghosts he finds there haunt him with every new step he takes, but then the shadow of a net falls across his vision, wrapping itself around his arms and torso, the evil chuckle of a slaver just behind him.

on this planet, these sorts of things happen; no one will shed a tear. the poor are in abundance and therefore somehow their lives mean so much less, and it burns through jaewon’s blood like fire, the very idea of it. people get snatched up and disappear all the time, sold for ransoms or labor or sex objects, phasing in and out of reality until you’re not rightfully sure if they were ever there in the first place.

when he wakes up, it’s to the sound of bartering, the slave market anthem, and they have his hands chained behind his back, but they’re going to need a lot more than that to keep a monster like him down. the slavers want his teeth and bones and skin all laid out for display in the most degrading fashion, but they must laden him down to the floorboards with more chains, fasten him with a mask on to keep his mouth shut. he won’t stop struggling and he won’t stop fighting; there’s no way he’d ever go quietly for these assholes. he’s hoping he’ll be problematic enough that no one will buy him, but after two or three months of blistering sundried heat in the day and beatings in pitch darkness at night, eventually someone picks up the tab, and he gets branded with a slave trade number.

that night however, before they can shove him off, he involves himself in the middle of a revolt, falls into the heat of a firefight. it’s nothing new for valluria, but this time it seems to be a prison breakout by an interstellar crew of a spaceship, and obviously he doesn’t actually care which side wins, but he has a deep-seated hatred for slavery and the men who killed his friends and captured him, so his first action once the cage is broken is to find a gun. he is the son of this shredded desert, born in the midst of battle, and you’re not truly a vallurian if you don’t know how to shoot straight.

rule four : don’t settle for scraps anymore.

“which side are you on?” asks one of the ship’s crew, after the fight is over; an older woman, scars on her face like battle trophies, her eyes cold and steady as stones. he’s pretty sure she’s ready and willing to put a bullet in him any second he says the wrong thing.

he doesn’t hesitate. “whichever side gets me the hell off this planet.”

it’s not his first step into the life of thievery, but it is what gets him onto the crew of this ship, a smuggling vessel under the control of a woman named vera, the same stone-eyed woman he’d met before. she captains the ship like an extension of herself, dictates to her crew members like an ironclad storm, and he wants to be just like her. she’s much older than she looks, and much colder too, but for all her clipped words and strong demeanor, she gives jaewon a softer patch in her soul, talks to him like he’s a person instead of a dog, recognizes the drive in him to achieve.

it’s not long before he’s learning everything there is to know about the ship, about the intergalactic system, about their codes and the alliance, what to avoid, how to conduct business. he pours himself over the interwebs, memorizing engine compartments and pilot techniques, politics and histories and diplomacies. eventually, they let him fly the ship, finding it entertaining that the youngest member of the crew seems to think himself capable of greater things than what he was raised with. he doesn’t know where his ambition will stop, but he won’t accept any limits or rules laid out for him—none except his own.

he falls in love with the stars, all his sand dunes replaced with asteroid belts, his storms with dust clouds, the heat of constant summer with the frigid emptiness of the void there’s a feeling of freedom up here, a wide openness begging to be seen, to be felt, to be experienced.

rule five : the universe owes you nothing.

the need to be unrestrained overrides the need to conform ( always has, always will ) and when the union of allied planets tries to take away the stars from him and the rest of the crew, they all sign up to fight against it. jaewon has to wait a year before he looks the part well enough to play it. he is still underage, but for a boy with no past and no family, that’s easily overcome, and even at seventeen, he knows the independents can use him. he decides that even if he dies in an unmarked grave, it will still be worth it, and maybe his ghosts will welcome him when he enters that final blackness.

of course, that ain’t exactly plan a, so he puts his experience and his impressive determination to good use, being young and fearless, something of a daredevil. right out of the gate, he proves himself qualified to run missions and handle extreme bloodshed and war; having been immune to it as a child. he trusts his instincts more than most, and survives more than most, raising through the ranks by way of recommendation as well as ascension through combat. the alliance has the upper hand in just about every battle fought, but the independents don’t make it easy for them, and that’s his rallying cry.

by the time he is twenty, he is made sergeant, and the pounds of blood on his hands only multiplies.

they lose the war of course, about a year later, and yes he is one of the few traversing through the mounds of corpses, wading through the pools of blood, in serenity valley. this valley, where the tides of the war shift forever out of their favor, this valley where defeat becomes certain, where no amount of resolve in his chest can justify the amount of deaths on his hands. this valley where hope and faith become replaced with grim reality, and he swears by every breath in his body that even though the verse itself might fall under the boot of an empire, he never will.

rule six : take control.

the armistice has his old crewmates settling down on various different planets, finding lives for themselves, picking up pieces of their pride in any solace they can uncover. and he doesn’t blame them, he doesn’t fight them on any particular point. except vera, he comes to heads against her for a minute.

“i can run the ship.” it’s pretty much been his goal since he first stepped foot on it. “if you won’t take it, let me have it.”

“jaewon, the back end is falling off. there are patched-up holes everywhere. you’re not going to take this ship anywhere except maybe the junkyard back on valluria.” she looks at him sternly. “it’s about time you figured yourself out, anyway, don’t you think?”

back to valluria. back to the planet jaewon wanted nothing more than to escape. when he thinks of his home world, he just only remembers the net collapsing around him, the stench of blood and sun and despair. he doesn’t want to figure anything out anymore. and anyway, he can’t look back, it’s against his rules. but they touch down anyway, onto a small city on a desert’s edge, and he is forced to say his goodbyes. it feels like everything is falling apart, everyone scatters to the winds, and jaewon’s chest is like a graveyard for about a month. he can feel it in his gut every waking hour; he is not supposed to be here, he doesn’t fit in here.

being back on this planet is like walking into a beartrap you already know is there. he hates it, he hates the misshapen buildings, all weird edges, the dust storms. he doesn’t see vera for a few weeks, before she finally sends him a wave, giving him the keycodes to the ship. she tells him to fly it to the nearest docking station and get whatever money he can for its pieces and parts.

as soon as he gets those codes though, he already knows what he’s going to do with them instead. he doesn’t hesitate.

the idea of letting anyone else touch the ship, pull it apart, rip out its heart and display it disgustingly for wealthier assholes to pick and choose ( insert memories of him being chained to the ground, covered in a mask while someone yells out prices for his head ) turns his stomach inside out. he’d rather crash and burn with it, than give up the one thing in the whole damn universe he’s actually come to love.

once a thief, always a thief.

coming back is like returning into his own ribcage, fitting his soul back into his body, inhaling air for the first time in what feels like forever. it’s the only place he’s managed to belong to. “miss me, baby?” he asks the long, empty corridors as he makes his way to the front piloting station, firing it up and then riding it the fuck out of there, heading off-world. he lands on a nearby moon and gives it a makeover, renaming it serenity, in honor of the lives lost in the war, the ghosts that haunt his shadow, the only chains he’ll ever allow himself to wear.

rule seven : the universe has no limits, don’t adhere to any.

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The case of one Yoo Jaewon, youth lost in the depths of countryside quaintness and simple delights. A 22-year-old spending days in the small suburbs of Muhan as a projectionist at the local movie theater, an upstanding citizen like many others in town. An unremarkable little story that takes odd turns when you take a second look. Because, in Muhan, nothing as it seems. In Muhan, you must trust no one.

        Yoo Jaewon is one with the vertigo.

CONTENT WARNING.

Mentions of violence and drugs.

THE STORY.

The tragedy begins as the tale of a bastard born to an average woman from Busan, his father of rising wealth, an established businessman. It is a romance held in secret behind the back of his estranged wife. From this love is the child conceived. Jaewon is the name he is given. His light eyes resemble the stars in his mother’s and his wide smile mimics his father’s. His birth brings joy, but the euphoria is short lived. His father’s scorned wife ensured no happy endings. The existence of the child engulfed her in hatred. Her mouth spills lies that deceive those with power to rip the toddler from undeserving arms. Old clothes hang from his thin frame, clear marks of neglect, she claims. Balled fists, tiny and weak, resist the grasp of his capture. He cries for his mother to no avail, for she is no longer there to hear. She will never see her child again. He finds himself swept away to another city, forced to drown among a sea of unfamiliar faces. The decrepit old building looms over a dead street, its aging foundation festering with an infection of ivy and mold. The interior is packed to the brim with toddlers and glassy eyed adolescents. Their faces are sullen; aged seven and already wise to the unyielding hand of reality. “This is your new home,” the woman snarls, wrought with misplaced contempt. “And you would do well to be on your best behavior or I will take you away from this place as well. Mark my words, boy, if fate were on my side I would have you in a far worse place.” She speaks with purpose, cognizant of the child's capacity to understand despite his young age. She is a wicked being indeed, and her face twists with agony as Jaewon pulls on her greying hair in a blinded rage. Thus he is forced in amalgamation with parents not his own; and he is well aware of who they are not. He bounces from home to home, leaving a trail of hellfire in his wake, a cautionary tale for whomever came next. He’s a boy made of recklessness and untamed fury with a raging fire in his belly. The boy matures into the charms of his prepossessing appearance. Arrogance grows with him. He is aware of the power of his own fists, knuckles colored with healing shades of purple and crimson. Disputes can be caused with a quarrel. Hunger’s claws are satiated with theft. Desperate fingers clutch the expensive leather of a lady’s purse as he tears it from her shoulder. The decision is bold and foolish, as the authorities are hot on his trail and his crimes uncovered. “Have mercy on him!” Begs his aged guardian. For the teen is ascertained as a thief not yet punished for his previous wrongdoings. "He is just a troubled young man.“ But the pleading falls on deaf ears and he is swiftly labeled a criminal, submerged in another tide of faces he did not know; faces like his own. The inner walls of the detention are cold and stark, blistering from the corruption of those it houses. These faces are dark; aged sixteen and hardened by society. The other boys are tough and mean, and caged warriors often clash within the confides of their cells. Balled fists, heavy and determined, resist the grasp of callused palms around his wrists. The pain is an excruciating one. Their heels dig into the crevasses of his ribcage. Their knuckles scrape against the roughness of his teeth. He screams for repentance are to no avail, for their laughter at his anguish roars too loudly. The boy, now a man, is contrite in his wrong doings - if only slightly. Atonement is to come soon, he knows, but not at the moment. He is handed a second chance at life, unaware of the whisper of influence the father he had yet meet has. This is how he catches wind of his mother’s location. Trembling fingers shove what little belongings he has into a suitcase and he makes his way to the small town just half an hour from the city a loving family who raised him as their own brought him. Muhan is far from the bustling cities he grew familiar with, but in less than a years time he finds himself adjusting to the strange atmosphere. Though he is aware not everything is as it seems.

THE TWIST.

The tragedy begins as the tale of a bastard born to an average woman from Busan, his father of rising wealth, an established businessman. It is a romance held in secret behind the back of his estranged wife. From this love is the child conceived. Jaewon is the name he is given. His light eyes resemble the stars in his mother’s and his wide smile mimics his father’s. His birth brings joy, but the euphoria is short lived. His father’s scorned wife ensured no happy endings. The existence of the child engulfed her in hatred. Her mouth spills lies that deceive those with power to rip the toddler from undeserving arms. Old clothes hang from his thin frame, clear marks of neglect, she claims. Balled fists, tiny and weak, resist the grasp of his capture. He cries for his mother to no avail, for she is no longer there to hear. She will never see her child again. He finds himself swept away to another city, forced to drown among a sea of unfamiliar faces. The decrepit old building looms over a dead street, its aging foundation festering with an infection of ivy and mold. The interior is packed to the brim with toddlers and glassy eyed adolescents. Their faces are sullen; aged seven and already wise to the unyielding hand of reality. “This is your new home,” the woman snarls, wrought with misplaced contempt. “And you would do well to be on your best behavior or I will take you away from this place as well. Mark my words, boy, if fate were on my side I would have you in a far worse place.” She speaks with purpose, cognizant of the child's capacity to understand despite his young age. She is a wicked being indeed, and her face twists with agony as Jaewon pulls on her greying hair in a blinded rage. Thus he is forced in amalgamation with parents not his own; and he is well aware of who they are not. He bounces from home to home, leaving a trail of hellfire in his wake, a cautionary tale for whomever came next. He’s a boy made of recklessness and untamed fury with a raging fire in his belly. The boy matures into the charms of his prepossessing appearance. Arrogance grows with him. He is aware of the power of his own fists, knuckles colored with healing shades of purple and crimson. Disputes can be caused with a quarrel. Hunger’s claws are satiated with theft. Desperate fingers clutch the expensive leather of a lady’s purse as he tears it from her shoulder. The decision is bold and foolish, as the authorities are hot on his trail and his crimes uncovered. “Have mercy on him!” Begs his aged guardian. For the teen is ascertained as a thief not yet punished for his previous wrongdoings. "He is just a troubled young man.“ But the pleading falls on deaf ears and he is swiftly labeled a criminal, submerged in another tide of faces he did not know; faces like his own. The inner walls of the detention are cold and stark, blistering from the corruption of those it houses. These faces are dark; aged sixteen and hardened by society. The other boys are tough and mean, and caged warriors often clash within the confides of their cells. Balled fists, heavy and determined, resist the grasp of callused palms around his wrists. The pain is an excruciating one. Their heels dig into the crevasses of his ribcage. Their knuckles scrape against the roughness of his teeth. He screams for repentance are to no avail, for their laughter at his anguish roars too loudly. The boy, now a man, is contrite in his wrong doings - if only slightly. Atonement is to come soon, he knows, but not at the moment. He is handed a second chance at life, unaware of the whisper of influence the father he had yet meet has. This is how he catches wind of his mother’s location. Trembling fingers shove what little belongings he has into a suitcase and he makes his way to the small town just half an hour from the city a loving family who raised him as their own brought him. Muhan is far from the bustling cities he grew familiar with, but in less than a years time he finds himself adjusting to the strange atmosphere. Though he is aware not everything is as it seems.

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The Sex Contract - Chapter 19

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Chapter 19 – Changmin’s POV. 

“Would you sit still? You’re making me feel sick with all the fidgeting beside me Changmin.”

He looked at the stylist and blinked once. “I’m not moving.”

“So then your presence is simply making the feeling of an earthquake shake my body?” Nayoung disputed, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at him. “I thought we left them behind in Tokyo just now.”

Yunho chuckled from the seat in front of them. “Our Changminnie is nervous to be back in Seoul.”

“Am not!”

“Ah, this wouldn’t have anything to do with the mysterious departure of my favourite journalist would it?” she asked with a smirk. Changmin rolled his eyes before leaping in fright as her manicured hand slapped his arm. “I really liked Kaia too, Changmin-ah!”

“How is any of this my fault? She was the one to leave in the middle of the night, not me. I’ve contacted her and apart from her texting me her location, she hasn’t replied back so can we please drop the topic?” Changmin folded his arms across his chest and glared out the window. The pair wouldn’t stop however, and he started to feel angry.

“You are an idiot if you think this isn’t your fault.”

“Noona!” Changmin cried at the insult and Nayoung merely stared at him. “You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Oh, just because I’m staff you think I’ll hold my tongue? Should I beat it out of you?” She hit him again and Changmin lifted his arms defensively.

Looking ahead at Yunho’s amused expression, Changmin gaped at him. “Help me!”

“She’s only beating it into your thick head,” he said, turning to point his index finger at Changmin. “That you miss Kaia and that you have driven us all bonkers with your mood ever since she left.”

Changmin’s attention slipped to think about Kaia finally, and he let out a dejected breath. He didn’t just miss the British girl, he felt lost and incredibly hurt. The last conversation had been replaying over in his head for the final four days of the time in Japan, his mind creating several scenarios of how he could have handled everything better. Changmin still didn’t understand why Kaia was so upset with him, the answer looming around the corner and only frustrating him further. Yunho was right; his mood had dropped completely, the sudden disappearance of his life rock unsettling Changmin like he was on a boat upon a stormy sea. And now being back in Korea, Changmin had no idea how to approach the situation. He wondered if the storm would settle now that he was back on homeland.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Nayoung mentioned, her voice piercing Changmin’s thought bubble. “Isn’t there an English lesson tonight?”

“You are simply cruel.” Yunho laughed as he blinked rapidly.

“Oppa, I’m merely reminding him as part of the schedule. I’m going to be working on your new outfits tonight and needing measurements for the preliminary fittings so you will be at the building for most of your day anyway,” Nayoung continued airily, though her dark eyes darted to look in Changmin’s direction twice. “Will you be able to make it?”

“Sure,” he said, smiling weakly whilst his mind went into overdrive.

Walking through the corridor maze of SME’s building, Changmin slowed his pace as he came to the stretch of classrooms. The door to the English room was closed, and he wondered if Kaia was running late as it was usually open by now. Feeling his breathing get hitched in his throat as he slowly approached the room, Changmin quickly ran through his plan of attack. He decided he would try and get the girl aside at some point, apologise for making her feel the need to leave and hope she would then in turn open up to what he had done to drive her out. Changmin knew it sounded slightly weak, but he was still at a loss as to what the issue was as he had been back in Japan too.

“At least you’re trying something,” he muttered under his breath and with a nod, pressed on towards the door. Just as he reached it, Kyuhyun rounded the end corner and smiled brightly at him.

“Hey! Welcome home,” he greeted and then nodded towards the door. “Shame that class isn’t scheduled today though, was looking forward to it since Kaia has been away all this time too.”

“What?” Changmin asked, moving quickly to the door. On the window was a note attached, announcing that English class had been postponed for a month. He reread it quietly and flinched when Kyuhyun’s hand reached for his shoulder.

“I’m sad too, it’s been so long. Do you know why Kaia has taken a leave of absence?”

Changmin stared at him, and shook his head. “No.”

“Oh, I thought you two were close?”

Changmin tried not to let his words feel like little stabs into his heart, but they still had the same affect. Smiling again, he nodded once and lifted his hand in farewell. “I’m going to use my free time wisely Kyu, I’ll pay for a meal together soon, okay?”

“I’ll hold you to that!” Kyuhyun called after him, but he didn’t respond, instead all but running to the underground garage. After borrowing a company car, he sped out into the evening traffic, accelerating the sedan across to Kaia’s home. He had no idea what he was doing, working off of instinct to confront the girl. Much like the time regarding the start of their contract, Changmin knew if he slowed down to think of his actions, he would stop completely.

Pulling the car to a halt in an empty carpark, he ran up into the apartment building, knocking repeatedly on the front door. A petite Korean girl opened it a moment later, her almond eyes dilating. She let out a small scream and then slammed the door shut. Frowning, he waited a moment, trying to listen for noises behind the door. Changmin heard the muffled sound of female voices talking quickly and put a hand on his hip, tapping his foot impatiently. Deciding to knock again, he raised a hand up to the wooden barrier, just as it was reopened.

Kaia stared at him for a moment, and Changmin felt a surge of emotion wash over him. She had cut her hair that he loved so much; it was at least two inches shorter, the curls looking looser than usual. Her face held no makeup, and she was in her sweats but she still looked beautiful. He wondered why he was taken back by everything at that very moment.

“Are you wanting to come in or to continue looking at me?” she finally spoke and Changmin blinked away his thoughts, letting out an awkward cough.

“Ah, come in.”

“Alright.” She walked away and left him to shut the door, her friend peering out from the kitchenette. Changmin shot her a weak smile.

“Sungra?”

Her eyes swelled again. “You… you know my name?”

“Kaia talks about you a lot.”

“So what do you want?” the English girl interrupted, folding her arms across her chest as if she was putting on armour. Changmin wondered why she was acting so cold towards him.

“Can we talk?”

“Aren’t we already?”

“I think I’ll just go to your room for a bit, okay?” Sungra said and with a slight bow, she left the room. Kaia seemed a little uneasy without the presence of her friend and Changmin chose it as his chance to get things out in the open.

“Why are you being so distant? You haven’t answered any of my calls or messages since you told me you were back here.”

Kaia busied herself with folding her washing. “I’ve been working hard.”

“Liar.”

“If you’re going to come here and accuse me of things Changmin, I don’t want to hear it.”

“I just want to know why my best friend is avoiding me like the plague. What did I do wrong?”

“Isn’t it obvious to you?” She glanced at him for a moment and then sighed, looking away. “Then again I doubt you’re ever going to understand it.”

“Try me.”

“The answer should be inside you.”

“Don’t give me riddles like Yunho does, Kaia!” He panted a little from his outburst and then pointed at the girl. “What did I do?!”

“That’s the thing, you did nothing but keep to your end of the contract.”

He blinked. “What did you say? I did nothing? Then how come I’m being punished right now?!”

“I’m not punishing you Min,” she told him heavily, dropping the towel. “I just couldn’t continue doing what we were. And I told you that.”

“Yes, but we’re friends.” She glanced away. “Aren’t we?”

“It’s best I just stay away from you for awhile.”

“So that’s why you cancelled your English lessons.”

Kaia moved back to her door and reached for the handle. “If that’s all you had to come here for-”

“I miss you. I feel like a big part of me is missing and I want to find it. Please Kaia, I need you.”

“Changmin,” she said softly, the walls she had built around her looked unsteady. And then she squared her jaw and shook her head. “I can’t go down that path anymore. You don’t need me as much as you think.”

“Why not?”

Kaia sighed. “Because you were doing fine without me before I came along-”

“How do you know Kai?! You can’t say that when you weren’t there. Come on, you know me; I don’t go running after things unless I believe in it. And I care about you.”

“I’m going to start seeing Jaewon romantically,” she blurted out, her cheeks reddening.

It was a heavy blow. Changmin even staggered at the confession, his eyes going to the floor. “So you chose him, over me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you just said that you’re spending time with him, meaning you don’t want to with me anymore.”

“I think it’ll get too messy, what with everything we were doing. We did put the clause in the contract, if one of us decided to date, to call it quits.” Kaia moved from the door and went over to the desk against the wall. He didn’t follow her however; feeling like his energy had evaporated. Changmin wondered how he was still standing with how weak his legs felt. She returned to his side, holding the original copy of the contract. Changmin held his breath, watching her actions. “The contract is in void now because I’ve chosen to date someone.”

And with that she ripped it in half. He blinked, and then realised he was close to tears. “I’ve got to go.” Flinging the door open, he hurried out of the building and over to the car, turning the alarm off and sliding in behind the wheel. He then sat there for a moment before slamming his hand down on the steering wheel as the tears began to fall.

His phone started to ring and he hastily wiped my emotions aside, hitting talk. “Kaia?”

“Who’s Kaia darling?” A distinctive voice questioned, a hint of danger within her tone. Changmin groaned, not wanting to talk to Kaori right now. “Changminnie?”

“I’m busy.” He then hung up the call, putting the car into gear and speeding off before the tears came back.

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The Sex Contract - Chapter 18

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Chapter 18 – Kaia’s POV.

It was irrational and fully based on emotions but Kaia promptly decided she couldn’t stay anymore. She took one look around her and went straight for her luggage bag, hoisting it up onto the bed and started to messily pack her belongings into it. The tears soon came and her stomach was eating at itself with guilt. Kaia knew she couldn’t take it anymore; she couldn’t be here watching Changmin live the way he was, remaining oblivious to how she felt. Kaia knew she could tell him but the reality of that was harsh, it was impossible for Changmin to date her. Kaia’s only option was to get out of this contract and hope one day that their friendship would return.

For now though, she needed to escape. After finishing her packing, she tried to quietly depart the apartment, opting to carry the heavy luggage bag so its wheels didn’t sound across the wooden floors. Kaia made it to the front door, and after slipping her feet into her shoes, she opened it. Once out in the hallway, she briskly made her way out of the building, hoping no one had heard her departure. With a final look up at the complex, Kaia wiped away her tears and started dragging her luggage down the still bustling sidewalk. Her pace dwindled, and she eventually found a bench to sit down on. Kaia didn’t know what her next move was. If she went home now, she would be in trouble for not finishing her report of TVXQ’s trip to Japan. However, her front row journalism would be difficult to achieve considering she had decided to avoid Changmin. Lowering her head, she let out a defeated sigh. The contract had damaged so much and they had both been oblivious to the destruction in its path. All the little comments Yunho had been making clicked in her head, and Kaia wondered why the warning bells hadn’t gone off earlier. He had been able to see the outcome before anyone else.

Pulling out her phone, Kaia was slightly relieved that her departure hadn’t been detected after all. Dialling a familiar number, she listened to it ring a couple of times. The recipient cleared his throat before answering. Taking a shallow breath, Kaia played with the handle on my bag. “Jae, I have to leave Tokyo but I hope we can meet in Korea sometime.”

“Tell me where you are? Are you at the airport?!” He was suddenly alert and Kaia grimaced, wondering if it had of better to just text the Korean. Smiling, she knew that there would have been no way to escape Jaewon easily either way. “Kaia?!”

“I’m sitting on a bench on the sidewalk. But I could meet you at our Starbucks?” she answered after a bit and could hear that he was moving quickly around his room.

“I’ll be there, don’t leave until I am, okay?” The phone call clicked off and Kaia slowly got to her feet, heading to the coffee shop she now knew how to get to without little trouble. By the time she reached it, Kaia was surprised to see Jaewon already sitting inside the coffee shop, his dark eyes relaxing when he caught sight of her. She was slightly taken back by his reaction but smiled never the less. Making her way over to the table, she sat down and scooted her luggage bag as close as she could.

“Sorry for getting you up out of bed, I felt I should let you know that I’m heading back to Korea,” I explained and Jaewon nodded.

“When do you leave?”

“I just booked a flight whilst coming over here, it leaves at five-thirty AM.” Kaia sighed and gave a weak smile. Jaewon eyed her curiously.

“Did something happen with that musician you’re here with?”

She shook her head. “Not much, I just can’t hack this lifestyle. And to be honest I actually miss Seoul.”

“You’re running away.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “And you like the guy you came with, but he obviously hasn’t noticed you like that so you can’t handle living his lifestyle when he won’t live yours a little too.”

Kaia blinked, wondering how Jaewon had picked all that up without her even mentioning it. She let out a little laugh, hoping it didn’t sound as phony as it did to her own ears. Kaia pointed at Jaewon and wagged her index finger at him. “Have you been watching Korean dramas, Jae? This is the real world, I wouldn’t even dream of thinking I could get with Ch-- my friend.”

“Well, I’ll miss ya, its been fun having you tag along with promotions. You will keep in contact right? So many people say they will, but then never do.”

“Jaewon.” Kaia smiled warmly and nodded. “How could I forget my hero? Course I’ll keep in contact.”

“Email me your home address,” he instructed and she looked at him weirdly. He smirked and leaned over the table towards her. “So I can come stalk you.”

“You would,” Kaia replied with a chuckle and he laughed with her. She sighed a moment later. “Thanks for everything though Jae, I-”

He shook his index finger. “Don’t make the mood sad again, or I will worry and press you for all the details.”

“Alright, I promise. After this drink, I should make my way to the airport though.”

“Well, let’s make this drink last,” he said with another laugh and launched into conversation.

By the time Kaia reached the airport, the comfort of Jaewon’s company was slowly wearing off. She kept checking her watch for the time and not because she was worried about her flight. She had worked out that Changmin and Yunho would wake up half an hour before the boarding time and although she had estimated it nearly impossible for either of them to make it to the airport, Kaia was still paranoid that they would try and respond before she left for Korea.

Now, who’s the one thinking of Korean drama scenes? Kaia thought in attempts to calm down. She even let out a little laugh; the idea of Changmin coming after her did seem highly unlikely. But there was a tiny part of her, foolish to even think of it, that wanted him to realise her feelings and to chase after her.  Sighing heavily, Kaia knew that would never happen. Even if he wanted to, he wasn’t just Shim Changmin, but Choikang Changmin, one half of TVXQ. The idea became depressing as the time went by. Blinking back her tears, Kaia tried to focus on something to make the wait speed up. After sending a text to Keith and Sungra about returning home, she attempted to play a game on the device and failed to play it correctly. Eventually frustrated, Kaia shoved the phone in her pocket, folding her arms across her chest.

Looking up at the overhead screen, Kaia noticed the plane was open for boarding and got to her feet, heading for the boarding gate. The hostess bowed at her lightly and she handed over her ticket and passport. Kaia barely listened to what she had to say, her eyes looking around the terminal. It was busy, as expected of any airport, but within the sea of faces, she didn’t see any familiar ones. Kaia almost laughed out loud at her foolishness and took my passport back before heading through the doors. She didn’t stop walking until she was in the lounge, taking a heavy seat on a cushioned bench. Kaia regulated her breathing, trying to wrestle with the scolding her rational mind was giving. Just as she was calming down, Kai heard her phone go off, and she froze for a moment, before scrambling for the device in her pocket.

Unlocking it, she was instantly let down when she saw it was from Jaewon. Kicking herself again, Kaia opened the message and blinked several times. Her frazzled mind re-read the simple sentence several times before she took a really good look at it. 

Jaewon: Kaia, I really like you. I hope we can meet up in Korea soon. Jae x

“What is up with today?” She murmured as realisation hit that Jaewon meant he liked her more than a friend. She couldn’t help but smile, imagining how awkward he would be feeling and fretting over getting a response. She realised at that she liked him too. Although Kaia was so wrapped up in her feelings for Changmin, rational thoughts started to occur. She enjoyed Jaewon’s company and found him attractive. He was available to give her more time of the day than Changmin ever would. And he didn’t want her for just sex. The idea of Jaewon’s confession became more appealing by the minute and she was soon grinning, wondering how she should respond. Kaia hesitated for a moment, knowing that things could get tricky for her if he found out about Changmin.

He’s unattainable. You could be with someone who wants you for more than physical needs. Kaia smiled as the thought firmly stamped out her doubts and texted Jaewon back, telling him she was looking forward to meeting with him again.

She boarded the plane with a new resolve to her needs.

“Where are the tears eh? Here I was expecting a friend who looked like a mess after the text I received telling me to come and pick you up four days ahead of schedule.”

“Thanks for the welcome home Keith,” Kaia mentioned as the man who had stepped forth to hug her pulled away. She gave him a strong look. “You’ve lost weight.”

“Fretting over you being in Japan, of course.”

“Hah.” Kaia glanced around her friend and blinked a couple of times, noticing for the first time that Sungra had accompanied him to pick her up. They shared a look before she lurched forward, Kaia’s arms soon clinging to Sungra’s petite frame. Kaia started to cry, a wave of nostalgia hitting her. She had missed Sungra more than she had realised.

“I’m sorry,” Sungra said as the tears slowed down and Kaia looked at her best friend and shook her head.

“No, that’s my line, I’m sorry I was such a shit friend. I should have told you, I was just-”

“Scared that I’d put you into a difficult position, I know.” Sungra smiled. “You were right not to you know, I probably would have asked you to let me meet them just once.”

“Can we still do that?” Keith asked with a grin and Kaia shoved him playfully. “No I’m serious; I’d love to say I met a God.”

“Shush you, let Kai relax first before we ask her for all the goss.”

Kaia groaned and started rolling her suitcase to the exit. “Do I really have to? It’s bad enough I have to face Minah and tell her that I’m unable to finish my job.”

“Minah already knows you’re back in Korea too.”

Kaia gasped and looked at Keith, clamping her eyes shut and stopping in her tracks. Sungra laughed heartily. “Kaia Ashton, you will forever be the most dramatic person I know.”

“I don’t want to get fired from two jobs!” Kaia wailed and then cringed as she felt both of her friends grab an arm each.

“First, we’re going to get some decent coffee. Secondly, you are going to tell us everything this time. No details are to be left out, understand?” Keith and Sungra were both looking at her sternly and Kaia sighed, nodding her head.

She just wondered how she was going to explain the mess she had left behind.

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Part 19

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[syxjaewon]

‘can you hear my heart beating?’

@syxkafka

a man clinging the edge of this cliff, no longer a mountain, no longer a hurricane, not this morning, not today, just this once; a normal human being. for a single held breath, yang jaewon is a cracked mirror, furious always, a sun-soaked atrocity irredeemable, but something in him is too far slid off its center, something in him is too much shifted, too much twisted. he fights and fights and burns and burns, all the edges of him jagged, and some things like this will forever ring true regardless of tragedies that encircle him, but on this dawn, he is a puzzle with no pieces, a sun with no flames, his eyes cast downwards in a desperate attempt to hide whatever weakness they can’t hold back anymore.

his strides are long, steps powerful, but not in the way he is known for, not the familiar thundering; he is rushing without trying to seem like it, legs eager to get him from the navigation room where he assumes henry is still flabbergasted by his loss of composure ( a single felled tear on the metal flooring ), to somewhere else where he can hide in solitude. henry, who’s leaving, vera, who’s gone, the ship hesitating in taking off, as though even she understands all she is losing today. jaewon can’t focus on that right now, he can’t breathe, he can’t think— the rest of the crew will have to just fucking figure it out on their own. he’s given the command to take off, so they’ll either do it or he’ll murder them all when he wakes up.

he hasn’t slept in damn near four days, racked with guilt and turmoil and the haunting of a sound he can’t name, like the reverberations of his own screaming, burying a woman he’d loved in the sand; as though the night he’s just survived through is such a fixed point in time, somehow traversing across the future and the past. all he wants to do is pass out, alone, unhindered, undisturbed, broken and wane as he is, cratered as he is, messy, impure, filthy. a desert rat.

he gets to his room however and steps inside, only to freeze instantly, the pause so sudden he’s sure his soul breaks free of his flesh for a moment, jolts a foot further than the rest of his body before reverting back painfully, and he has to blink a million times as his eyes lock down onto kafka, sitting on his bed. kafka, who always comes over and sleeps with him. kafka, who always cares so damn much, who always smiles so damn much, who always notices things too damn much. the boy looks up at him, a shimmery white glow emanating from his eyes, wide and careful, expectant. how long has he been waiting here?

jaewon doesn’t move for a long moment, a terror coursing through him that if he shifts even slightly, he’ll crumble, fizzle out, drop from the cliffs, his grip weakening by the second— and he’d rather die than let any of his crew see him weak. even kafka. he strains against himself, swallowing a dry throat, dry lips, dry voice. he’d been screaming at the stars and the dunes all night, he doesn’t sound like himself, but his eyes still blaze golden like himself. “get…. out….” no hint of a joke or a bluff, he is not in the mood for games tonight.

#syxkafka #| can you hear my heart beating? | #THIS IS SUPER LATE IM SORRY #just after henry said goodbye ;;;;