#dreamgodkai

Jongin spends a lot of his free time when he isn’t working or bothering his best friend drinking. It’s nothing excessive or something he ought to be concerned about. Usually he finds himself sore since with every new job, performance, and routine he has to go through it slowly gets more taxing. He’s pushing his body a bit more than he normally did. So the easiest way for him to relax and work the kinks out of his tense body is to drink a little. It’s just enough to get him buzzed and feel like he’s floating on a cloud usually since Jongin likes to think he has a high tolerance. He doesn’t. He offers a somewhat cheeky smile, cheeks warm, and in an oddly good mood for the usually snarky and somewhat awkward dancer. “Me too.” He admits as though that’s a secret as he downs the rest of the drink in his hand. He’s already feeling better as though the stress was gradually leaving his body and he finally could unwind for the day. “Though I think that’s the last drink I’ll have or otherwise I might find myself face planted on the sidewalk somewhere.” He jokes, half serious.

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after sehun locked up the flower shop, he usually went straight home to check on his roommate, and it became such a routine that sehun had to halt in his tracks halfway home when he recalled other plans he had for the evening. his roommate could survive one night on his own; sehun’s schedule would be back to normal tomorrow, or so he assumed.

anticipation filled him to the brim, and excitement had him bouncing in every step he had to remind himself he was not allowed to float mid-air while he was out among the living. that would get him in complicated situations, and he did not want to add any more taxing things in his life right now.

this opportunity the god of dreams -- jongin, he was jongin now -- had given him, to be able to find another hobby, an activity that could possibly relieve him of some of the stress sehun felt everyday while trying to fit in and live, was irreplaceable. sehun was filled with so much gratitude, he had no way to explain it, and words, he thought, would not ever be enough.

the first time sehun saw jongin on that stage, he was astounded, and that was for a lack of a better word. he wanted to meet jongin, wanted to be able to learn from him, thus when jongin ever-so kindly offered to fulfill his after-death wish, sehun could do nothing but nod his head.

For someone who was suppose to be grace, elegance, and all things refined considering what he did for a living Jongin was nothing of the sort outside of the theater. In fact his posture is bad, his hair is unruly, his manners are cringe worthy, and his eating makes even the most hardened people blink in utter shock. He’s suppose to be watching his weight. He still hasn’t hit that point where is metabolism slows down and thinks most of it has to do with his rigorous daily exercise. He’s on the bad side of twenty but good side of thirty, at twenty-four and very body conscious. If he hopes to continue his good relationship with good food he will have to sacrifice all the time he can get at the gym. He looks up from his favorite takeout chicken and wipes his mouth, hoping to catch any crumbs or grease. “hm? the food? yeah, it’s amazing.” he says slowly, hoping she had been talking about the food considering he hadn’t really been paying attention to much else. He licks his finger and sheepishly smiles at her. “I did warn well in advance you my table manners are pretty tragic.”

It took her by surprise that someone practicing the fine art of ballet would be the same person wolfing down on half the fried chicken that he ordered. She didn’t mind, though--she was in fact just enjoying the sight of the person eating, and chose to barely bother him. 

With slow sips of her apple juice, Sunmi slowly drained the little carton as she leaned her cheek in her opposite hand and stared at the wall. She had just reached a point of thoughtlessness when there was noise rising in volume. It wasn’t loud, but noticeable enough, and Sunmi easily recognized it was the sound of rain outside the walls of the facility. And that made her think of the stormy seas not far off, waves swallowing one another whole like savage beasts.

The last remnants of her juice flew up her straw with loud slurps and she finally took her lips away, licking them for the lingering sweet taste. She shot up from her seat to stand, her legs carrying her over to the garbage bin quickly. Sunmi rounded away from it towards the kitchen as she tossed the carton in, and the sound of it hitting the bottom reassured her that she could go on ahead. She already wanted another, but she needed something else a lot more. Sunmi quickly grabbed up two water bottles and a rather plain turkey, lettuce, and cheese sandwich, making sure to arrange them in her arms properly before she went to venture through the maze of corridors.

jongdae thinks of himself as a firm leader.

firm but fair, he remedies, despite the sadistic glint in his eyes; probably visible from a mile away as his gaze roams over the training recruits, glass held to his lips to hide the mirthful smile curled on his lips. there’s one soldier close to where he stands firm who just can’t quite grasp the technique of the 3d maneuver gear, sending jongdae into fits of chortles whenever he swings too far or too short, falling flat almost every time. it takes him only a few minutes of amused observation to make his way over, crouching down to meet the trainee’s eyes from his position on the ground.

Jae; .....................

Jae; can you please turn the volume of that video down.

Jae; i do not feel the need to hear two people moan in the middle of the night.

Jae; do it fast, or i'll go and fight you.