J O N G I N

It was very unusual for him to be alone at this hour. Awake, no, it was as common as ever for him to be awake this late but to be alone... It was worrisome. JongIn had just come from a night out, and a very hardcore one. He needed no rest, but he was going home. He had things to take care of, and for someone who never takes anything seriously that means he has some pretty serious shit to do. His holy body ached, but it was a familiar, welcoming one. It was hard to walk but he had to leave. He was late for something he hadn’t told anyone else he was late for... Because nobody else knew about it. His past was as mysterious to others as his own parenthood was for himself.

The long, dark, street welcomed him since it was a such a familiar one. His eyes covered the hole of it as if he saw it for the first time even when it must’ve been the hundredth. This one one of JongIn’s few reoccurring lovers, and the closest he had ever gotten to an actual relationship. The rest of the street was not as well lit as the very beginning of it, where he had been a few steps ago. He wasn’t cold, but the mood of the night seemed to be that way. Why in hell was he doing outside at 4 a.m. anyway? Couldn’t he just have slept in JaeSoo’s house? No, he mustn't think that way. His mother was what mattered at that moment therefore nothing he could think of, no commodities and no excuses, they couldn't distract him.

Oh, but I was having so much fun... It’s hard for a lust demon to walk out of an orgy. He himself couldn't believe it, his humanly features preventing him of sinning. It was unheard of. Love and family and all that jazz, maybe it wasn’t for him. And indeed, fate got it’s own way of taking that all away from him, in several different devilish ways. Born without a father, being taken his aunt and cousin away (although he was much sadder for his cousin then for his crazy aunt), and by far the one that reminded him the most of having a functioning, beating heart and how it would feel to have it broken was the cruel way that on the same day as the current night, she was stolen by a snake, a cow, oh how many names he could call that vicious woman... He was starting to wonder too much in his thoughts.

As he went along, the street was becoming darker and darker... Darker then he remembered. He was a demon, he could sense trouble when it came to him since it was so customary. His lifeless eyes searched the street for any anomalies but it was perfectly calm... Perfectly quiet... Too quiet, almost. Were there any other passer-by’s? He didn’t have the time to answer the question. He heard a loud noise and quickly dunked to the nearest hide-out place he could find.

It was a nice, quiet morning for a cup of coffee. Jong In was in a neighborhood he didn’t know too well, and he had just sneaked out of an apartment he woke up in. There were two other naked girls on the bed, but he didn’t remember how they got there, or who’s apartment that was. He was so used to it he simply walked out of there with no shame. He had the black skinny jeans and nike shoes from last night, but put a hoodie on so his fancy t-shirt didn’t give too much away. He didn’t need to walk too long to find a cute cafe to sit and have a drink. He didn’t get hangovers, so he was feeling joyful. He walked in and ordered a Latte Macchiato to go with a heart-shaped croissant he chose from the counter. His deep brown eyes stared at the lady making his drink, and his back faced the tables where the customers were all sitting.

He was leaning on the balcony looking quite bored which, indeed, he was. A weird, inexplicable nostalgia feeling always proceeded a night like one he had had, and his mind diverted into thinking about his mother and how she had also lived the same life he lived now. His boyfriends and girlfriends never heard this side of his story before. He started thinking about how reserved his actual personality is. He didn’t share moments with his affairs, he only shared their beds... It was a weird morning. He raised his now he only now realized was pointed to the floor. He let out a sigh and tried to smile. It was something he could do with himself very often, just smile his troubles away. It usually worked.

just posting a small tracker so the people i’m potting with can know what i’m up to; (also, i just updated my plots page, if anyone wants plot ~~ ) (also #2; sorry im so slow guys, school has been keeping me pretty busy)

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Jong In was kind of dragged into the profession — not that he didn’t love it, it was the perfect career for him, but it wasn’t his idea. He came into it very unexperienced and mostly to please one of his many affairs. But since he got to sign with KNG, which was a pretty big company, and plus he loved being praised by his beauty, he decided to stay at it. He wasn’t a bad model either, and he had the body-type, so why waste the opportunity? It was fun, and there wasn’t much more needed to talk Jong In into doing it. His first months in the job were purely for the fun element of it, but now things were getting pretty serious. He didn’t want to let this career go. He wasn’t really independent with his money, since he lived mostly of what others gave to him, so each photoshoot was a new step to... freedom?

His mother lived like him, too, and she died at a young age, tragically. He didn’t want to end up like that, deep down, but he knew he couldn’t diverge from his nature. So having a more-or-less steady job gave him at least a little sense that he wasn’t completely fucked up. The dirty, indecent shoots were his favorites, but in the cold weather outside it was hard to shoot anything at all, let alone something in his underwear. His manager took him to a big park, right in the center of Seoul. He cringed thinking about stepping out of the car, but he did anyway. He walked into set confidently as he always did, looking around for the person he wanted to meet the most — the photographer. He was told to be careful around him but out of all the things Jong In was, careful was not one of them. His reckless side could recognize a good target when he saw it, and he knew MyungSoo was his type.

He woke up in the large room Yuri lent to him. It was showered by light and his shirtless chest was exposed to the hot sun coming in from the window. The view from it was splendid, Jong In was amazed by New York since the first step he took in it. He had come here for the New York Fashion Week, as well as Yuri. Since she had an apartment in NYC, she let him stay in it for a couple days until the show was over. He was grateful for it, especially since her apartment was so big and modern. He had been in thousands of places like that before, but Yuri’s just had a different feel that got to him — a New York feel, a Yuri feel, he wasn’t sure. But the way things go with Jong In, he doesn’t need to be sure. 

He got up and checked his social media first, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. Even the bathroom window led to a grand view of the city, to which Jong In was very thankful for. He was the happiest in those moments he could appreciate the other beauties in the world. The sweet but cold morning air refreshed his mood and reminded him that this was indeed a new day. He got dressed with boxer shorts and went to the living room that lead to the kitchen to have some breakfast. It was early, he didn’t think anyone would be awake since he’s the one who doesn’t sleep much. His brain seems to function well without much need of sleep. He didn’t know if Yuri would even let him eat her stuff, but she told him he could do whatever so he was feeling at home. He took some crackers from the cabinet and sat down to eat on the kitchen stand.

It was seven thirty in the morning and he had three hole days before the fashion show, so he would have three more days to be a tourist in NYC before going to work. He had come before but only with past lovers and friendships that ended long ago. His past was so filled with people that he mostly remembers characters from his past, not places he has been. The same way he couldn’t count on two hands the countries he’s visited, he cannot tell you much about them. The skyline he was watching seemed like the most serene thing he could think of. It’s not his style to sit around and just observe... And yet there he was. 

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The hand resting on his upper thigh felt as natural as a cup of water. He didn't know TaekGoon for long, but each touch Taek imposed on him claimed Jong In as his own. It was an illusion that Taek had on his mind. Jong In would never be his; even if he played the part very well. The limousine they were in was going at full speed, since they were at least 30 minutes late to the office party where the older man was going to show off Jong In. He had bought the white expensive suit the boy was wearing and the pink-with-a-purple-pattern white shirt underneath it. It wouldn't be the first time Jong would be used like a trophy, but he didn't mind. He didn't really care, he was having fun with it.

They got out of the luxurious car showered with camera flashes, but it stopped quickly  when the photographers realized it wasn't a celebrity coming out of the car. TaekGoon was on the board of directors of KNG entertainment, probably one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country. This party was a reconciliation between KNG and their rival company, with most of their represented celebrities attending. They walked in to the party and Jong In's' eyes immediately focused on an arrogant looking man with a champagne glass on his hand, but he lost him in the crowd when Taek took a sharp turn and shouted someone's name. His hand lied on the young ones' waist so Jong In was dragged to wherever he went. Taek wasn’t exactly a gentle man. His grip was maybe a little bit too hard on Jong In’s waist, and not in the lustful, dirty way the boy liked, and in reality, Jong In couldn’t see the time to ditch the older one and go somewhere else.