jjangs

CLOSED STARTER FOR @jajjangs·

“thank you for agreeing to tutor me,” paisley said to the older male with a smile. “especially at this weird time, i got my cousin to watch autumn.” paisley ran a hand through her hair as she sat next to the male. “being a single mom at eighteen isn’t easy at all, especially when you’re trying to go to school.” paisley’s friends had referred her to jangjun, hinting at something (drugs, most likely) that paisley didn’t know. “i needed some help with calculus,” she began, clearing her throat and pulling out her binder. “which i don’t know why i have to take that class if i’m a visual arts major.” paisley laughed softly, rubbing her face. “i’m sorry that came out so harsh and mean, i haven’t slept in sixteen hours… autumn has an ear infection and she’s up all night and all day.”

jangjun felt so young and immature next to her, he couldn’t help but keep silent. which was completely. . . out of character, to say the least. in his mind, he was debating whether to stay true to himself or, you know, actually help her. it had been such a long time since he’s heard school terms, it almost destabilizes him. calculus? oh, I remember when. . . “It’s no problem, really. I’d have given up on school if I were you, just-- how--?” it’s not that he hated children, it’s just that he never got along with them. “Listen...”, he finally lets out, minutes after making up his mind. “...usually, how I do this is that--” why did he feel so hesitant? must be her motherly aura. sorry, mom. “--I do all your assignments, you just tell me what grade you’re wanting to get.” really sorry, mother. “So that’s more time for yourself and your child.” what good marketing skills you got, jangjun.

 “Unless you absolutely want to learn all about calculus?” and the way he says calculus feels disgusting. calculus is that monster waiting for you to hang your foot off your bed so he can chomp it off. it’s the hundred-year-old ball of hair dangling down your bathtub drain. it’s. . . maths.

Continued for @jajjangs | x

What had even compelled her to agree to this? Yerim doesn’t know. Boredom, maybe, but now all she’s wishing for at this very moment is to be bored at home and not walking blindly through whatever filth that might be on the floor as she follows behind the other–or so she’s assuming she’s right behind him if his voice and the shuffling ahead of her was anything to go by.

“If romance means treading on old  blood and shit, I don’t want it,” She comments back, growing frustrated without her sense of sight. “God, who the fuck forgets to put batteries in their flashlight? Don’t you have your phone on you? Use the screen light or something.”

“I forgot to tell you, but you were supposed to be on flashlight duty.“ yes, he was in the wrong. no, he wasn’t going to admit it. “I’ll take the blame for that too-- wow, I’ve never been this romantic!” keep it up with the deviations, jangjun. he’s almost on all fours, until his front foot can feel a wide, flat platform. this one was squeaky clean, as proved by the lack of squish squash noises his shoes made. “Here’s another lesson on romanticism: never bring your phone, because they’re a distraction.” excuses over excuses over excuses.

“Watch your eyes.“ he says, before throwing his body on the nearest wall. It crumbles and opens up just like a DIY door would, and let there be light. or rather, moonlight. the smell was refreshing-- it almost felt like a successful prison escape. “Now THIS is what I call...” he glances over at her, “..cool." the ordeal was a bit underwhelming, especially after he lost his big red bow. jangjun pulls out his phone, checks the time, looks at her again. “I’ll let you in on a secret of mine--” oh no; prince of oversharing here, “I use decomposed pig fat in a lot of my...candy.” he breathes out, whew. that’s Hell out of the way. “Your turn.”

All Momo wanted was a good time. How the fuck did she end up in this studio apartment with a dead guy just decaying away and this dude just not fucking flinching whatsoever? This was the life she was trying to avoid. She’s been trying to avoid drugs and dead bodies considering that she’s literally been around it for a majority of her life. People have said that life with this guy is a party. This was no the kind of party she was hoping for. “For fucks sakes! Check his fucking Xbox!” That’s where her uncle Hiro hid his drug money.

he was annoyed. obviously. today was supposed to be fun, filled with luxuries and gifts-- on the premise of him receiving his money. but no, instead, he’s dragged this poor soul on false assumptions to the most rotten places of all. this is probably why he wasn’t that popular with women. someone counting on someone counting on someone. except his someone was fucking dead. “I think I’m allergic to dead bodies.” he’s scratching his neck, wiping his nose from his previous sneeze.

                         「 Continued from @jajjangs 」

♥▬ She could clearly see through his bullshit, men always trying to come off as strong like they were indestructible. But the moment they get sick the world is ending. “Don’t try and fool me, kid. That’s got to hurt.” A small huff of breath pushed past her colored lips, she seriously concerned for the other and here he was playing it off like it was nothing.

“Whats up with you men thinking you got to come off as strong all the time? Tough guys mean nothing if they try to fake it. Sincerity is nice.”

Sighing, she could tell he was in pain, the idol was no fool. Gently reaching out she softly took hold of his arm, bringing it up as she leaned in to look at his wrist closely before looking at him and playfully flicking his cheek with her spare hand. “This does not look good. I cant believe you’re not already getting it check out.”

Gently setting his arm back in place she put on her mask that was in her pocket, tied her hair back in a low ponytail and put on a knitted cap for disguise. “Lets get you to a clinic to get that checked out, okay?”

“Do you really really want sincerity?“ she gave him the green light, hadn’t she? if she wasn’t going to like what she was about to see, that’d make her the liar, right? “Because, to be honest with you...” and then he scrunches up his face, letting out weak whines and heavy breaths, holding his broken hand as carefully as possible. he could soon feel tears birthed out of the corners of his eyes, and he didn’t know if they were the product of pain, or his state of pitifulness.

“I can’t-- I can’t go. Really really can’t go to a clinic.“ what was he supposed to tell them? sorry, broke my wrist while making drugs in my mom’s basement. and sure, he could lie, but IN THIS STATE? too much, God. you’re asking for way too much. “I think I’ll--“ huff, breathe, jangjun. “--just die? in your arms?“ no, he wasn’t asking questions, he just couldn’t help increasing his pitch. gosh, this was embarrassing. “I swear I’m usually--“ huff, huff. “--way cooler than this?”

“Just need a couple of, uhhhhhh.“ awkward. the dealer forgetting the name of a drug. “tylenols! and, uhhhhhh.“ he was either whimpering or thinking. or both. whichever it was, he sounded ridiculous. “bandages. and I’ll be fine. Really. Really really.“ and for a split second, he forgets about the pain, because damn she even looks good all worried and bundled up.

1) NAME: name machine broke 2) NICKNAMES: dicaprio 3) HEIGHT:  i WISH i was 185+ cm 4) ORIENTATION: shrug emoji but very probably aro ace 5) NATIONALITY: canadian 6) FAVOURITE FRUIT: mango !!!!!!!!!! 7) FAVOURITE SEASON: spring or fall depending if i’m feeling Goth or Soft Goth 8) FAVOURITE FLOWER: dandelion (is this a flower? idc) bc i can relate to it 9) FAVOURITE SCENT: you know when you go to a field out in nature and you can smell the faint scent of fruit that’s growing somewhere in the distance and there’s like . really clean air and the sunshine’s kinda simmering the environment so there’s this warmth to the scent and like? yeah that’s my fav 10) FAVOURITE COLOUR: purple 11) FAVOURITE ANIMAL: white...tiger,... 12) FAVOURITE LOCATION: see ‘favourite scent’ thanks 13) COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: tea bc coffee kills me 14) AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: 10hrs+ but i can never get that  15) DOG OR CAT PERSON: cats all the way !!! 16) FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER:  o man....Baskets from the tv show Baskets. and Pope Pius the 13th from the tv show The Young Pope. and probably also jason, the robin that got ABANDONED BY batman . 17) NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: i start with A LOT and end up with 0 18) DREAM TRIP:  whatever’s after death. kinda tired of living in a human body 19) BLOGS CREATED: who knows 20) NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 141 ! 21) RANDOM FACT(s): i hate writing, one day i’ll be famous for doing smth rly stupid and i dread that day, i think abt death a lot? i hope she’s doing fine, im really bad at school i always fail all of my classes, im Literally made out of stars, my philosophy on life is rly weird and we’re All Space objects, i wash my hands a lot it’s a bit embarrassing, pls support Golden Child

( sms : EINSTEIN ) sent It’s 3am and neither can I, coincidence? Bouts of insomnia? The power of ~ friendship ~ ?? sent But what’s up? I swear, if you pull the “existential crisis kicking in” line, I might have to delete your number sent ALSO, if you were literally any other guy this would sound like a booty call i.e “you up?” sent Good job on ALMOST being trash

NAME: lee jangjun AGE: 21 years old SPECIES: human boy who thought he was a space rock for a really long time GENDER: male ORIENTATION: uhhh. . .probably straight PROFESSION: drug dealer & tutor

PERSONALITY STARTERS! → not accepting.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he pushes his cowboy hat upwards with one finger, blinking his confidence away. it wasn’t every day that he had to talk to the most beautiful human being he’s every laid eyes upon, so sure, he had to at least match his personality to her strong presence, or else she’d be stuck with a guy who talks too much, who babbles on and on about nietzsche’s works and how he could bring him back to life using specific drugs– and then questions his own decisions. constantly, over and over again. who doesn’t sleep until he finds a solution, who makes cheap coffee and takes two-hour showers.

and who pretends he’s not hurt when he’s clearly broken his wrist. “Really, I’m fine.” WRONG. it’s not the pain that’s bothering him (but dear god, does it fucking hurt. he doesn’t even know how he’s so good at poker-facing his way through this conversation), it’s the fact that his money-maker is broken. he can’t afford a hiatus– he’d be feeling worthless for way too long. “I thought you liked tough guys.” he barely cracks a grin, trembling lips holding back the pain.

PERSONALITY STARTERS! → not accepting.

“Being cynical doesn’t make you right.“ and he wants to say more. it’s just that, at this precise moment, she was right. jangjun was sitting there, a bouquet of helium-filled balloons tied around his wrist. today, he wanted to celebrate his existence; taking himself out on a date to the restaurant. he deserved this, and she wasn’t about to ruin his ‘congratulations-on-your-existence’ day. “Life isn’t great,” he starts, pulling on a few balloon strings, “that’s why YOU have to make it great.” and now he’s staring right into her eyes. at this moment, he wants to vomit. more than he already has with his nonsensical, positivity poster words.

“But for the very low price of…(we can discuss that later), I can make your life amazing.“ he tears off one of the strings around his wrist with his teeth and hands her the prettiest balloon; transparent, filled with rainbow-coloured confetti. he’s learned that in videos on marketing. advertisement. how to attract potential clients. apparently, giving them gifts guilts them into buying your product– but that’s just what N3RDLIFE said on youtube. “Not to be that guy, but I think you really need what I’ve got to offer you.” he hands her another balloon, this time not as unique as the other; a simple yellow-coloured one with a smiley face on it. “I just– I really want to finish my food first.” congratulations on your existence, jangjun.

“It’s hard for me to admit this, but…“ his arms are spread forward, mindlessly grabbing at nothing. or something in particular. he doesn’t really know, because he too, cannot see shit. “I think I miscalculated.” he’s trying not to panic; and a panicked laugh escapes through his lips. his huge red bow drops to the ground as he glances down, and oh no. “Fuck– careful where you step, I dropped something.” he doesn’t care as much about his accessory, oh no, because once it touched the ground, it was game over for it. no, he was afraid she’d trip over it and land right next to it, because that’d mean game over for her too, and he wasn’t about to pick up her remains.

“Don’t panic. Remember what I told you: one foot in front of the other.“ and he can barely follow his own advice. it wasn’t the brightest idea, going to an abandoned slaughterhouse in the dead of night. he can’t stop chuckling though, because there was no way he’d worsen his (already bad) eyesight with tears. “This is kind of romantic, if you think about it.“ perhaps lightening the mood with unwanted commentary would increase their chances of survivability. perhaps.

♥▬ Standing there and playing on her phone it was then that she heard his voice that snapped her attention away from the small screen. The idol didn’t realize how furrowed her brows were when she looked over at the male, finding his attire certainly interesting, something she normally didn’t see casually worn. But she liked it. Jinah was all for weird outfits as one could see if they watched an Orange Caramel performance. With a smile and a light bow of her head she reached out and gently took the gift from his hands.

“Ah, thank you… what is it?” She looked at it closely. If it was one thing her manager told her it was to never accept edibles from fans. Though she accepted it she was very iffy on trying it especially with how he emphasized ‘really’ in his tone of voice. But she surely did appreciate the fact he was a fan and went out of his way to give her a gift.

Fret not! He was always prepared to talk his way out of...situations. he’s looking at her and nodding at her question rather attentively, pretending he’s thinking about it, pretending he’s shocked about her reaction. “It’s homemade candy. My speciality.” he smiles at her, his voice breaking-- not because he wasn’t being completely honest, but because she was just way too pretty. like staring right at the sun. “I just thought, since you’re probably exhausted a lot of the time because of how busy your schedules can be-- I just thought you’d like to take it really mellow on your off days.” was this suspicious? “The one that has a little drawing of a rose is banana-flavoured, and the other one with the robot is strawberry.” he was so proud, as if presenting his product at some science fair.

he lifts up his crown, rearranges his hair, and places it back down. he’s fiddling now-- that’s usually not a good sign. “B-but only one at a time. It’s just really strong candy.” the experienced user could probably stuff up to three tabs of these bad boys in his mouth, but he couldn’t risk NANA, the industry’s goddess, to be in comatose state for a full week. although that’d be one hell of a good week for her. “I understand if...you can’t take it. That’s fine, I guess.” he mumbles his last words.