* 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 / 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 .

TW:  MENTIONS OF  KIM JONGHYUN, RP-ING AS KIM JONGHYUN, ETC POST REGARDING THE USER :  @ / j0ngie

                          i know i haven’t been on this blog in a long time, but i   &.    some of my friends have found a currently active blog, writing as shinee’s kim jonghyun.                              not only writing with other blogs rp-ing as shinee members,   but also writing smut, reblogging sexual gif sets, and having sexual themed threads with other writers.                               my friends   &.    i have sent asks to this blog about their portrayal of jonghyun, to which there was no response.  below the cut i have put in screenshots of how they are writing jonghyun & how disrespectful it is not only to him, but shawols, and shinee themselves. 

open  for:  m/f/nby  ,  23-25  years  old  ,  mutuals  &  non-mutuals  . muse:  apollo  lee  ,  not-famous  verse  ,  film  major  ,  he/they . plot:   apollo’s  friend  invited  him  to  their  winter  family  vacation  and  oh  his  friend’s  older  sibling  is  kind  of  cute  (sort of based on source link)  .

     HIS  FRIEND  HAD  GONE  OFF  to  the  slopes  a  few  minutes  ago  ,  while  apollo  stayed  behind  in  the  resort  ,  trying  to  still  gather  his  bearings.  last  year  ,  he  invited  them  to  his  family’s  vacation  ,  so  it  wasn’t  really  a  surprise  when  they  invited  him.  the  only  real  surprise  was  their  stupidly  attractive  sibling.  being  stuck  in  the  car  for  a  few  hours  with  them  had  been  excruciating  ,  and  expecting  them  to  be  on  the  slopes  with  the  rest  of  their  family  pushed  him  to  explore  what  else  the  resort  had  to  offer.  so  far  ,  all  he’s  done  is  stand  in  queue  at  the  starbucks.  apollo  doesn’t  even  want  coffee.  he’s  scrolling  through  their  friend’s  sibling’s  instagram     (     seriously  ,  how  did  he  not  know  earlier     ?     )     when  someone  gets  in  line  behind  him.  head  turns  to  glance  back  briefly  ,  look  back  at  his  phone  screen  ,  and  jerkily  turn  fully  around  to  face  the  other.  what  the     ———     “     oh  ,  hi     !     i  thought  you  were  out  with  the  rest  of  your  family  ,  weren’t  you     ?     what  are  you  doing  here     ?     ”     phone  shuts  off  with  an  audible  click  and  he  hopes  the  heat  on  his  cheeks  isn’t  visible.

          /        🀪        ;            daeho  was  always  known  to  be  a  troubled  child.    the  type  of  teen  that  instead  of  studying  for  finals,  would  be  off  at  some  stranger’s  house  with  nothing  but  a  smirk  on  his  face  and  a  drink  of  god  knows  what  in  his  hand.  he  can  recall  a  time  right  before  tour,  where  he  ended  his  night  in  a  pair  of  handcuffs      (        and  not  in  a  fun  way.          )    family  vacations  were  never  his  favorite,    but,      he  knew  that  he  truly  needed  to  make  his  foster  family  happy  after  everything  they’ve  done  for  him.  despite  his  missing  mother  and  a  constant  feeling  of  guilt,  he  knew  she  would  never  want  him  to  sit  and  suffer  her  leaving.                                        his  morning  routine  was  the  same,  a  morning  cup  of  coffee  and  two  aspirin  to  settle  the  hangover  headache. he  needed  a  break  from  his  family  and  their  constant  need  for  family  photos,  so  he  decided  a  cup  of  coffee  from  starbucks.  standing  in  line,  daeho’s  nosey  brown  eyes  couldn’t  help  but  glance  over  at  the  person  ahead  of  him,  mindlessly  scrolling  through  instagram.          

                                                   wait.                                                                                HIS      instagram      ?

                                       the  guitarist  couldn’t  help  but  laugh,  a  small  yet  visible  blush  rising  to  his  cheeks.  he  was  unsure  about  what  to  say,  his  mind  telling  him  to  use  this  situation  to  his  advantage  and  mindlessly  flirt  with  the  new  friend,  but,  his  loyalty      &.      better  judgement  spoke  otherwise.  

             /    🀪    ;    sat  on  the  couch,    fingers  danced  across  the  top  of  a  freshly  opened  bottle  of  soju,  blood-shot  eyes  glowing  as  he  came  down  from  yet  another  high.  gun  was  active  amongst  the  party  scene,  the  chaebol  might  as  well  have been  an  outcast  from  his  own  family.  a  small  smirk  painted  its  way  across  his  face,  eyes  scanning  towards  the  person  who  sat  across  from  him.  they  kept  giving  him  a  rather  curious  look,  one  that  made  gunhak  feel  a  little  unsettled.  well,  that  could  have also  been  the  result  of  the  coke  that  was  in  his  system  currently.                               his  attention  was  then  brought  to  the  magazine  that  was  placed  on  top  of  the  glass  table,  a  photo  of  his  face  with  two  officers  arrested  him  against  a  cop  car  making  the  cover.  gunhak  let  out  a  chuckle,  lifting  the  magazine  from  the  table  before  looking  back  at  the  stranger,  “  that  happened  to  be  a  really  good  night,  ”  he  teased,  “  i  believe  this  was  when  i  was  in  hongdae,  and  i  ended  up  dancing  on  the  tables.  ”  he  then  carelessly  tossed  the  magazine  right  in  front  of  the  stranger,  taking  a  swing  of  the  soju  bottle  before  continuing,  “  i  ended  up  getting  arrested  for  public  intoxication  after  getting  kicked  from  my  hotel  room.  ”  

Ｍａｙｂｅ　ｔｈｉｓ  is something they both needed, to disconnect from the reality which touched them and give themselves just a few hours to unwind, pretend that the world didn’t require their energy or time.  In any instance, this is where Donovan could truly thrive, feeding the spaces inside of his of mind that was daring to believe in the other, the things which were beyond the universe. 

  The movement beside him calls upon his attention and he looks in time to see the distance between him and Junwu grow, brow lifting though his own frame shifts itself to become angled, legs crossed.  “ okay okay, but first, we each, have to take a shot of tequila and so on, each round?”  He had already drank just a bit before his companion came and the documentary began but now it was over and  they were moving onto another pace in the night.   “ deal?” 

                                   “  you really have it out for me don’t you  ? ”  he said teasingly,  his face lit up at the sound of alcohol being brought into this scenario.  junwu then leaned forward, slender finger grasping the neck of the bottle, tipping it to the side and pouring himself a single shot. the guitarist then threw the shot back,  shaggy hair falling out of his face, “ you got a deal ! ”  junwu laughed. 

                                 @hcwlin404​ || liked for Alexei. 

ＮＡＴＵＲＥ ＤＥＥＭＳ him unable to be riled up and for the most part, it holds true and guides him through the day, the long hours of his job – in the way his own emotions must remain steady despite the current of waves burning against shoreline at the Asylum. Shoes are placed by the front of his door, tucked into the corner and will be fresh and ready for tomorrow.  Unwind, breath. 

   “ i have brought us some take out, there was a sell for double platters and then a free one.” Words are delicate spread between light feathers, he places brown paper bags upon marble counter top and it is then that the smell begins to waft through the room, filling it.  Eyes flicker like a light bug toward the house mate.  “ are you hungry?” 

                                         sunny sat on the couch, long legs propped up on top of the coffee table, signature black bunny slippers placed upon his feet.  sunny was never one to have friends,  nevermind a roommate, but when he was told a bedroom had opened up,  it would of been stupid for him to let go of an opportunity like that.  brown eyes turned up towards the man entering the living room, a bright smile painted across his pale features as he saw the food in alexei’s hand.  with a quick leap, sunny found himself entering the kitchen, using his slippers to slide himself in across the tile,  “  uh,   we’ve lived together how long     &.       you asked me if i’m hungry ?  i don’t care if i just ate an entire three course meal —  i’m always gonna eat,”                                           his tone was animated,  features happy     &.       bright ; what seemed to be quite opposite from his counterpart.   eyebrows furrowed closer together as he reached for the paper bag, beginning to unload and unpack everything that was inside,