asphyxiation

featuring @mpxsehun and kim jongin,

featuring @mpxkrystal and kim jongin, 

scars, a reminder of someone’s past.they can be tangible or intangible, loud and prominent or discrete and secretive. no matter whether physical or emotional, most people walk around with countless stories to tell, explaining the development of their character into who they are today. it’s beautiful yet ugly, some souls not deserving the harsh wounds they carry around. in fact, everyone in this room did not deserve to be marked the way they were.

after a long mental battle of whether to join therapy once again, the brown-haired male decided it was best for him to give himself chances in order to feel better. numbed by many events in his past, jongin dreams of a day where his mistakes don’t haunt him and the best way to make this dream a reality was by taking care of himself. sure, at 25, he considers himself rather responsible, but when it came to treating himself with respect or giving himself opportunities to shine, his responsibility is quick to fade. it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy therapy, not at all. in fact, the freeing feeling that overwhelms him is almost heavenly, to him. the only issue he has is the guilt he senses following opening up. whether it’s due to the anxious thoughts of having burdened the individual or his dislike towards vulnerability, he tends to take steps away from opening up.

yet here he stands, in a room full of people sharing their stories, showing courage. jongin refused to speak during this first group session, not ready to reveal his past just yet, so he spent his time observing everybody sat around him. he recognises one, a lass with almond shaped eyes he had met before. Her name was… he forgot, but what he remembers is the bad impression he got from her. though he had made an effort of talking to his friend, valentina, the girl did not even make an effort of sending the male a curl of her lips.

featuring @mpxapollox and kim jongin,

if there’s one thing the male loved more than anything, it was watching sports. ranging from swimming to football, jongin often spent his sundays lounging in the grass with his laptop, live-streaming whatever competition was ongoing. he’d spend hours on end marvelling at beautiful masculine bodies, their toned muscles in action as they shone in their area of expertise. it reminded him of past days he spent as a youngster, pursuing his dream of becoming south korea’s best football player. alas, the dream came to an end rather abruptly following a sharp injury to his leg.

however, something in jongin’s heart told him that perhaps taking care of his body should be back on his priority list. looking rather lanky, he’d often catch himself staring as his thin features. as days went by, the want, if not need, to build up his muscles grew stronger until he asks colleagues for the best gym on the island.

featuring @mpxhyuna and kim jongin,

morning rituals differed from individual to individual. some woke up early to go for a jog, continuing by grabbing their coffees and head to work right after, whilst others appreciated lingering around in bed until hunger manages to push them out of their cocoon. jongin was more of the latter. finishing his job late at night, the male never found the energy nor the will to go out on a run. Instead, he would sleep until late in the morning, and on rare cases of waking up early, a book would occupy him much better than a run ever could. his ritual also consisted of going to the local coffee shop to grab his favourite blueberry muffin - it wasn’t the most exquisite he had tasted but sufficed to please his pallet.

today was no different than others. locks ruffled up messily, glasses sitting comfortably on his nose and eyes blurred with sleepiness, the male headed to the shop, ready to be welcomed by the sweet smell of freshly baked pastries. however, as he stopped in front of the display, his heart fell to the floor. for the first time since his arrival on the island, he was let down by the pastries on sale. in front of him lied no muffin, and though he was blessed with incredibly patience, a little irritation sparked in his orbs. “excuse me, are you out of--” he stopped in his words as his gaze fell on the gal in front of him. a river of memories came rushing in, remembering the countless confusing yet freeing nights he had spent along her side. she looked well, bright and healthy, and instantly a smile blooms on his couplets. it had been years since the two had exchanged words, and though a rocky fall out had affected their friendship back then, jongin is more than positive that those negative thoughts had disappeared.

featuring @mphades and kim jongin,

on days where schedules did not demand him to be in specific places, one of jongin’s favourite ways to spend his nights was loitering around in parks. something about the delightful smell of wood, the sound of leaves rustling against one another was oddly refreshing. sure, the temperatures were dropping as the months advance towards the year’s denouement, but that didn’t stop him from going on his late night adventures. tonight, he chooses not to go too far, heading towards a patch of grass that allowed a clear vision of the stars above him. they shone more beautiful than ever, and that in itself was enough to relax the loud thoughts that ruled over his mind.

as he approached the terrain, he noticed a sombre shadow nearby, the shadow belonging to an unknown body. something about the silhouette radiated mystery and darkness, an aura he’s felt before. as curious steps brought him closer towards the foreign person, the moon’s rays were enough for jongin to capture an image of the individual’s features. sharp, prominent cheekbones, eyes that conveyed a thousand words, dark locks that crowned his visage. he’s felt this way before, his own father radiating the same energy. it took a couple of minutes for the gears in his mind to turn. thanatos, his father, was known to work with none other than the god of the underworld himself, hades. he’s somewhat frozen in his steps, legs unwilling to respond to the orders the male sent them. could this actually be him, could this really be one of the most intimidating gods standing in front of him? he finds it hard to believe, and yet rather than waiting around for an answer to be hushed in his ear, he trusts his instinct. rare were those who radiated such a powerful aura, he tells himself, so there were only small chances he could be wrong, or so he hopes.

featuring @mp-taeyong and kim jongin,

playful workmates or friendly colleagues was the best way to describe the relationship in between the two males. both didn’t get the opportunity to talk in depth, yet from the way they spoke during their shifts, it was clear to jongin that he would share a rather positive connection with the latter. however, their times would clash, as would their placement within the venue. taeyong at the bar, jongin at the entrance, the pair never got the chance to sit down and chat about their hobbies, their likes and dislikes and so on. maybe one of them could make the effort to come forth and start a casual discussion, but things were fine the way they were now, jongin didn’t specifically look to deepen his bond with a colleague. it simply wasn’t in his nature.

naturally, their shift ended at the darkest hours of the night when not a single creature was in sight. during summer, going home at those times was pleasant. the warm weather ensured a pleasant stroll around the block, the calm streets resting the pulsating hearts of those who had just finished their stressful work. now, autumn was approaching, leaving its trace predominantly with the chilly weather that roamed the phantom area. unfortunately for jongin, he had been cursed with a low tolerance to cold, and for him, the drop in temperature was definitely noticeable. as the doors of the lounge shut, the dark-haired lad was more than ready to head back home, prepared for the calming sensation of his freshly washed linen against his body. swiftly, he grabs his jacket and waves goodbye to the last individuals that stayed in the lounge to clean up the mess made by clients. as he steps outside, he’s greeted by a chilling wind that wraps around his body, fingers, nose and ears tensing up at the sensation. naturally, he shoves his hands in his pockets. his digits graze against a small zip-lock bag. strange, he thinks. jongin was not one to travel with random bags stored in his coat.