#celxjaejoong

Seunghyun's goddamn cellphone wasn't working. It was one thing that all the electricity shut off and none of the streetlights were working and all the overhead airplanes had to be re-routed away from the city, but also the cellphone towers had apparently shut down as well. Normally shit like this wouldn't bother Seunghyun, since he didn't really use his cellphone very much in the first place, but in this one particular instance, it was irksome because there were people he wanted to get ahold of.

Not that he was panicking or anthing. His run in with the Daeva hadn't shaken him up or caused him to worry about anyone he knew- it's not like he wanted to go around and check on them all or anything. He just... wanted to stop by real quick. To everyone on his contact list. For perfectly sane, calm reasons- like borrowing sugar or passing the time. What with the electricity out, there weren't any clubs open so he didn't have to go to work, and only very few stores would sell things- by cash only. It had become a strange world out there.

And Seunghyun just wanted to know that everyone he knew had everything they needed. Not that he cared. He was just bored. Might as well take walks, right? He neared Jaejoong's place and lurked around a little bit, getting up the nerve before stepping up to his door and actually knocking. He didn't really know what to say once the other opened the door- if he was even home- but he knew he needed to just see the other and be sure. It was the only way to eliminate the lump in his throat. Which had nothing to do with worry, of course.

celxjaejoong

Intervention time, they said. This was another way to get her out of her so-called slump that she was on. Surprisingly, it was sort of worse than most of her arguments with her mother over the phone or whenever she’d come to visit. Almost. but in general, the witch just gets blamed for absolutely most of her actions anyway and so she just feels a little sick to her stomach, pretty much. It didn’t take too much for them to drag her out, to stop her from attending long hours of shifts at the nightclub, on a stage with the lights flashing down at her, many pairs of eyes gazing. She could live without applause but still, Wendy’ second home was still the stage after all and her life was no longer a routine because she never has anything planned, ever. Even her friends had the nerve to pressure her, lecture her but her temper did not flare as much, half of the reason was her body was constantly sore, because of the torment and mind games from those sick little bastards who roam in the night time. 

She had never heard of this place, but they had recommended the Elysium; a wellness resort just to give herself a peace of mind here and Wendy couldn’t just... disagree and the sound of those bubbles and the warmth of the hot water was calling her name, they’d also say. Her skin had been perfectly toned as of late, though it would soon fade. They could tell by the slimness of her legs, sporting a pair of shorts that had shown these features of hers as well as she had recently dyed back her hair into her usual blonde color in order to brighten the look back up. It wasn’t overly crowded, yet it wasn’t empty either but it was enough to keep her at ease by the smell of the water and the breeze once she entered. Wendy had not expected anything much out of this day, actually she did. One reason, to release the tension from right out of her body in order for her to continue on like normal on another day, really. At first, she couldn’t find herself paying attention to anything, or anyone.

Mark is quite observant, he likes to keep himself curious about the things going on around him. However, there's a fine line between observing and staring like a fifteen year old girl with a crush -- a really fine line.

Having to catch the boy's attention is not the hardest thing to do, he can be very approachable. To catch the butterflies in his stomach, well, that's something else -- a whole different kind of something else.

Mark usually is a sucker for gorgeous eyes and great hair. If you've got that ticked off, you might as well be prepared for a more sufficiently awkward conversation with a half-ling trying to contain his feelings. The boy is very aware of this which is probably why he tries his best not to get too into anyone. 

This then brings him back to where the assistant was, sitting on the floor leaning back against the shelf at the business section. Just as he was returning the last book he had on his trolley, it had to be in that very section. Here was where he found himself ogling an attractive stranger from a week ago. Much to his dismay, his  bashful side had to act up and speaking did not seem like an option; whereas speed walking away like a penguin was.

Jiyong would really kill Leon, if he hadn’t like the guy so much. He’s a hell of a bastard, extremely persuasive (how ironic), and a reliable friend. Most importantly, Leon is of no threat, and Jiyong indulges in his crazy antics even though he will never admit it. “Just let me go home and sleep,” Jiyong says, faking nonchalance but really, a smile is dangerously seeping through any minute. Leon rolls his eyes and throws his arm around the blonde (another reason to kill him: he towers over ji a good half to three quarters of a head), “Fuck you,” he spews, then gestures over to Kush and Teddy who are already a good distance away from them. “Come on, Kush and Teddy are here, and plus this place we are going — I guarantee you will like it. If you don’t we can leave and you can kill me, whatever.”Leon ends off with a dramatic shrug of his shoulders.

“It’s a host bar, Bar+ and you pay for a bottle of wine or whatever of your choice and a host attend to you.” Leon grins, and arches an eyebrow. Seeing how this has shut Jiyong up, Leon cheers to the skies, “Alright, let’s go! It’s just round the corner.” Jiyong is supposed to feel as if he’s gotten duped (because that motherfucker was going to drag him into the bar either way), but he doesn’t, because he can’t exactly feel. Though he does get intrigued by the idea and fuck, it’s been a while since he had any bit of fun that didn’t involve his own assistance.

They walk round the corner, Kush squatting and Teddy on his feet, waiting for them at the pavement with cigarettes hanging from their mouth. Jiyong feels as if he walks in on a joke, because they are laughing, and also because there is nothing beside street lamps, and the stretch of brick walls on his right that disappears probably to the end of the road. He turns to his left and there’s just fences surrounding and an old building. “Please don’t fucking tell me the bar is in that old shit,” Jiyong deadpans. He takes pride in hygiene and cleanliness, despite being a blood-sucking, flesh-eating, soul eater of a demon. Kush and Teddy doesn’t even bother responding, just snickers and blows the smoke in the blonde’s face. He swats it away and promptly lights up his own cigarette. After which, they all cross the road, passing the green fences and stopping in front of a red box that is wedged between the white walls which have green plants (English Ivy) climbing and spreading like vines all over. There are also many trees behind the wall, and their canopy shape tower over the four of them. 

The box is about two-thirds of Jiyong’s height and upon a closer look he sees fading white chipped words: Break in case of emergency. Leon places his hand on the glass panel, and slides it effortlessly upwards (disappearing into the wall), and Jiyong notices that it is actually more spacious than he thought. He gets shoved in by Teddy and almost loses his footing and Leon urges him to move forward, there’s not enough space for two you idiot. Jiyong knots his brows but complies and is squashed to bits when Leon squeezes in, and he hears him say they’ll meet up inside. Jiyong loses balances and gets lunged forward and he hears Leon says, “Fuck” before he gets thrown backwards again and the box moves forward at quite a speed. They eventually stop after a turn and the red cushioned panel infront automatically slides up. They both get off and Jiyong can’t see much, it’s dark as fuck saved for the pathetic light hung at the ceiling with two men at either side of a door (in black) with golden handles that formed a circle.

Leon nudges Jiyong to pay the entrance fee and promptly after, they each give them a UV inked chop on their wrists. They open the door, and Jiyong gets slightly taken aback (which shows how long he hasn’t done this) by the blaring music and heavy bass that shook his body. Fluorescent lights and misty air greets the blonde as Leon leads him straight to the VIP section. He speaks to a man with a badge hooked on his black blazer and he nods several times. Leon jabs an index to the cushioned sofa with a table on their left, “Just wait here, I told them to get the wine and hosts, I’ll go grab Teddy and Kush.” Leon winks. Jiyong plops himself on the velvet cushioned sofa, splay his legs wide open and leans his head back and shuts his eyes, feeling his body melt to the music.

5. My muse will take their shirt off

What the actual fuck--

Her head turned from left to right almost instantly upon seeing the unfamiliar sight she was seeing. Everything was wrecked, the buildings were falling apart, the roads were in a mess and there were a few cars scattered around the road. Oh wait -- she saw a sign that was very familiar to her. She had definitely seen that sign in the road before. And that’s when she remembered where she was, she was in Seoul -- just ouside her apartment. But where the fuck is her apartment? She did remembered it’s just here, to where she was standing but she couldn’t see any building at all. What the hell is happening?

But there was something odd about this. Not only her apartment building was missing -- there’s no one around, no people, no animals, nothing. She wanted to ask -- wanting to know what was going on, wanting to clarify whether this was a reality or was it all just a dream but she couldn’t find anyone. She tried to scream as loud as she can -- “Hello!?” but all she could hear is the echo of her voice, and she couldn’t hear any response at all. AJ couldn’t help but to feel lonely, and oddly scared -- scared that she was left alone if this was a reality.

Was she dreaming? This is just a dream right? She finds herself walking in the road, letting her feet drag her to wherever it wants to go. It feels like endless, it felt tiring to see no one after walking for more than twenty minutes -- and as soon as she turned in an intersection, she was someone’s back far ahead. There was a sudden rush of hope in her veins right now, she couldn’t be more happier knowing she wasn’t alone anymore and so she did not wasted time, quickly approaching the stranger, her finger lightly tapping the back of a tall figure. 

Send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text

{ ✉ sms → yummy } I hated your guts when I was stuck with you{ ✉ sms → yummy } you were the most delicious cellmate I ever had{ ✉ sms → yummy } no pun intended{ ✉ sms → yummy } I actually miss you. let’s hang out.

Send me ♣ for a drunk text

{ ✉ sms → yummy } YO BRO{ ✉ sms → yummy } I’m countingh with MY FINgersd{ ✉ sms → yummy } oner{ ✉ sms → yummy } sic { ✉ sms → yummy } tem{ ✉ sms → yummy } wherer is the ELEvem? HUH? HUH? HUH? { ✉ sms → yummy } teacj me how to countyyyyy, pleassssss{ ✉ sms → yummy } JOONGIE?{ ✉ sms → yummy } JOONGIEEEE. ARE YOU THEre?  { ✉ sms → yummy } I canty hearrrrrr ur voicreeee 

Send me ► for a text not meant for you

{ ✉ sms → yummy } I’LL DROWN YOU IN A BATH OF BUBBLES WHEN I SEE YOU{ ✉ sms → yummy } WHY DID YOU GIVE ME CAT EARS?{ ✉ sms → yummy } I PREFER THE PINK BOW HEADBAND!{ five minutes after }{ ✉ sms → yummy } fuck……..{ ✉ sms → yummy } .......... wrong number

Areum watched as the man in front of her showed her all of the gaming concepts she had been working on, the one man she trusted had now betrayed her. “ Thanks to you...” He had started “ I can now get rich quick off of your ideas. Thank you for playing along with me.“ He said as he closed his computer. She blinked as she watched him get up and start to leave, he paused and turned towards her,  “Oh, don’t think about reporting it either because I will make you look foolish.” He said with a half smile. With that he was gone in the blink of an eye.

Areum could only sit there, feeling her body temperature rising, wanting nothing more the to catch the man on fire. She slowly took in deep long breaths as she remembered the promise she had made her parents. Her hands where clenched, her nails digging into her skin, she slammed her fist on the table ignoring all the looks around her. She got up throwing her laptop bag over her shoulder and stormed out. He was long gone. Areum looked up to the sky and cursed the heavens. She started to walk to her apartment.

Once inside Areum slammed the door shut causing her windows to vibrate. She pulled out her phone in her left hand and in her right hand she had created a flame, ready to throw it at the wall knowing she couldn’t. She started to dial the number, through rage and tears ready to lay out the man who had hurt her. She waited for the ringing to stop before she spoke not giving the man to say a word. “ I know you know who this is so I am not even going to bother.” She had started, her voice shaking with rage it almost sounded like a hiss. “ I can’t BELIEVE you would do something like that. I trusted you! Clearly I misjudged your character. I hope you get caught or some one sees that you were not the one who created that.” She had started to rant.