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(  Hey, hi, hello! My name is Ash and I am introducing my pride and joy, NO TAEJOON — Crescent’s Main Dancer, Vocal, & Visual. His stage name is JOON but it’s pretty divided between who calls him that versus his given name. Take your pick, besties. I’ll link some helpful pages for those who want to get to know him a bit better, and below the cut are some key points from his bio if you can't be bothered to read the whole thing. Go ahead and smack that HEART button if you want me to send you a message, or alternatively send me one if you’d like to plot!  )

BIO. / PROFILE. / CAREER. / PLOTS.

PLAYLIST 002.

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“anyway! how’s your break going? how’s family?” she allows her gaze to drift about his home, grazing the minor details before landing back on his own, “you must be tired, with all those promotions you had to do these past few months, right?” the same smile resurfacing, “or are your old bones used to it and it doesn’t phase you anymore?” he was living the dream that she had yearned for, and if it weren’t for the injuries she had incurred, perhaps she would’ve been able to live a more fulfilling life. poor decisions that lead to even poorer consequences that left her with ultimately nothing. 

another sigh, this time disappointed at herself more than anything. 

He couldn’t help but deflate a little at her question, lips pulling into a frown as he shook his head. “I’m definitely not doing anything important, I promise. My time is much better spent with one of my best friends, anyway.” He spoke nothing but the truth. He and Haeni had so much history, so many good memories together. She’d been there through so many of his high and low moments throughout both his career and his personal life, and it was all for a reason. Taejoon truly loved spending time with Haeni.

“But yes, cookies!” Life returned to his countenance as quickly as it left a moment ago, head excitedly nodding as he spoke. The grin on his face grew with each of her questions regarding the batch he had baked, unable to stifle the laughter bubbling at his lips. “I kept it simple and went with chocolate chip. Surprisingly, I didn’t fuck them up like the last batch I tried... luckily your advice helped quite a bit. And no, thank you very much! I took them to my mom and she said they were good. I’m sure she wouldn’t lie to me.” A pause. He actually wasn’t completely sure whether or not his mother would lie to him. Maybe that was another reason he was so adamant on getting Haeni’s opinion, because he knew she would give valuable critique.

( . . . )

❛ Ah, hyung, ❜ he whined with a pout as they walked. He shook his head and placed his hands in his pockets as he smiled. ❛ Not really. I’m ok with anything. What are you feeling like, hyung? Is there anything you want to eat? ❜

Taejoon gave his brother’s shoulder an affectionate pat as they walked, lips pulled into a permanent smile beneath his mask as they waited near a crosswalk so they could walk to the other side of the street. “I’m glad we get to spend some time together today, though. Especially considering we are both about to have some busy weeks ahead of us.” He was looking forward to the holidays, but mostly because it meant that he and Jaejoon would have the opportunity to spend some time with their mother. As much as he loved time with her, it felt more complete with his brother there, too.

There was a small café that they frequented, where the staff knew them by name and vowed to keep them safe from any questionable parties. It was fairly close to Phoenix’s dorm, as well, which made it an even easier choice for the pair when they didn’t want to travel very far. The atmosphere was cozy and the food was incredibly good—both qualities that would make it easy for Taejoon to spend hours there at any given time.

WINTER AESTHETIC.

♥ —— Hey everyone! As I’m home and quarantined for the weekend, I wanted to throw out a few wanted plots I have for Taejoon if anyone is interested! I’ll put them under the cut below –

 under  the  dim  light  of  the  restaurant,  yunha  is  safely  tucked  away  in  a  corner  with  taejoon  beside  him.  a  safe  haven,  a  sanctuary  on  earth,  where  time  seemed  to  stop  just  for  the  both  of  them  to  be  able  to  catch  a  breath  in  their  hectic  lifestyles.  the  ink  haired  artist  uses  his  fork  to  stab  at  a  ripened  berry,  watching  the  flesh  of  the  fruit  burst  and  the  juice  run.  "  i  feel  like  i  haven’t  seen  you  in  forever,  "  yunha  mutters  quietly.  it  had  only  been  a  little  over  three  weeks,  but  that  was  far  too  long  for  the  younger  boy.  "  how’ve  you  been?  "  he  inquires.  “  do  anything  for  christmas?  ”  ‹ @taejoonws​​ ›

Taejoon was thankful that their go-to restaurant was less busy than usual—it made it a little easier to enjoy himself when a part of his concentration wasn’t on those around them, worried they might be bothered by fans that may recognize them. He took a hearty bite of his salad, taking a few tries to spear enough of the green leaves with his fork.

( . . . )

kiha isn't surprised how easily taejoon says yes to his request, especially when he did specify that this was something important and unless the crescent member was too busy because then they could definitely reschedule to whenever he'd be more free — while praying that he wouldn't lose his courage in the meantime.

that's why kiha is there now, knocking on the door before sneaking his head in. "taejoon hyung?" he calls softly. "are you still busy?"

When Taejoon received a text from Kiha, he was spending time practicing some dances in one of Yuseong’s many practice rooms. He didn’t see the text until a little late, which made him feel awful, but sure enough he responded as quickly as he could. No matter the importance of the request, it would take quite a lot for Taejoon to not make time to see Kiha. He was one of his best friends, after all.

He wasn’t alone for most of the evening while practicing, but the others began to weed out little by little as time went on. Eventually, it was only Taejoon left, despite the many scoldings he received, urging him to not stay there too late. His rest was more important. In the typical Taejoon way, though, he did not listen to the requests of his peers, and continued practicing until he heard a knock on the door.

Word Count — 470. Synopsis — In which Taejoon marvels over the aesthetics for Bambi’s music video but also whines because the occasion ends with him being soaked.

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She spared a glance at Taejoon when he joined her, her eyes squinting as she smiled beneath her mask.

“You might have to worry about humiliating yourself, but I’ve been skating since I was seven,” she teased, taking a half step to the side so she could walk a little closer to him. “But that sounds great. I also want to hunt down a warm drink somewhere.”

Taejoon’s shoulder offered a gentle bump against Heejin’s as he chuckled. “Oh, right—I almost forgot. So I’m going to be the one clinging onto your arm the whole time in an attempt to avoid falling.” He couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled as he finished his sentence.

Carefully scanning the area around them, he attempted to locate a stand where they could buy some drinks. He wasn’t sure if there would be only hot chocolate offered, or if he could get his hands on some coffee too—but despite the sleepiness that threatened to take over him at any minute, he’d gladly take either one.

He was admittedly disappointed at the lack of snow on the ground for the holiday season, but at least the lights that were displayed for the festival still looked as pretty as ever.

JOON (준) - ‘놀이공원 (Amusement Park)’ Live Video