#jongsukxmgh

Send ✆ for a morning text

[SMS: lee jongsuk] Good morning, love.[SMS: lee jongsuk] The sun is shining bright and the birds are chirping their everyday tune, creating a nuisance as I sit at the table and starve, wondering where my breakfast is.[SMS: lee jongsuk] I believe you have the answer to this travesty.[SMS: lee jongsuk] I am waiting.

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

[SMS: lee jongsuk] Honestly, when you put it like that, I can almost guarantee that I will get over you if we break up and I won’t have a single shred of remorse for doing so. So, for the sake of both of us, I would advise you stop talking to him or else my past sentence will become a reality.( send? Y/(N) )*your message has been deleted.

Send ☎ for a rushed text

[SMS: lee jongsuk] come to the alley behind club seokjeon your presence is graely wanted and nnnneeded

Send ☏ for a loving text

[SMS: lee jongsuk] The bed is too cold when you’re not here.

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

[SMS: lee jongsuk] jjjoonggssukk in eed you right now pick me up at jangmi its freezng and im lonely without you

Send ø for a late night text

[SMS: lee jongsuk] I’ve been pondering for quite a while: Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if I asked you to come visit my adoptive family with me?

Send ✘ for a hateful text

…doing something they know they shouldn’t

An array of students lined up in front of his table, Junho leaned back against his chair and nonchalantly stared at the bodies of students placing piles of paper won on his desk as they picked up a small packet by his side. The said male glanced down towards the sheets of papers, copies of the film analysis tests he had managed to swipe from his love, and he hardly felt a shred of remorse as won after won were placed before him.

Was it the most rational thing to do? No. Was Jongsuk going to pissed at him when he found out that his beloved was selling answer keys for his own personal gain? Yes. However, knowing exactly how to cheer Jongsuk up, Junho found himself caring less about the impending rage that his older love would have in oppose to the profit he was racking in at the moment.

 After all, if Jongsuk wanted to be enraged at him for giving away the answer keys, then he should be pissed at himself for irresponsibly leaving the documents unconcealed from Junho’s eyes and prying fingers.

…realizing they have feelings for someone

For once in his lifetime, Junho actually cared for what someone thought.

The Princess Diary dangled dangerously from his nimble finger tips and an inch or two above the open flame of the lighter. Dark eyes fixated on the defeated form before him, Junho found himself frustrated as Jongsuk spoke of cutting ties with him and peace.

He wanted to know why Jongsuk was obsessed with him.He wanted to know why the older male helped him out of the lake and comforted him, despite the evident weakness that he had involuntarily showed.

Replays of the night that the older male had gotten close and he himself had gotten too daring, Junho narrowed his eyes at nothing in particular as he vividly remembered the hands that treated him rough, the touch that hinted of the older’s poisonous infatuation.

Junho didn’t realize it but he had already bitten into the cursed apple and, as the book dangled from his fingertips, so did the rampant interest that he had began to develop for the male before him.

He wanted to know why Jongsuk, now, was avoiding him.

An eyebrow quirked up, Junho moved the flame closer and watched as one of the aged papers slowly began to crisp.

…coming down with the flu

He wasn’t sick. Despite the echoing sneeze that violently escaped him and the disastrous cold chill that sped up his poor spine, Junho still made an effort to get out of bed. 

He loathed sickness. He despised the dependency of it, the lack of control granted upon him when his immune system began to fail, and the thought of having to stay in bed for a whole day infuriated him. So, when Jongsuk stubbornly pushed him back into bed as he broke out not the shivers and dry-gagged, Junho found himself standing back up and wobbling over to the bathroom to the best of his abilities.

Although he dreaded his classes, he’d much rather spend his time being able to walk around campus more so than lying immobile in bed with no distractions from the stupid flu that was out to get him.

…getting dressed up for a night out with someone special

There were approximately fifteen minutes left until their date yet, for the past three hours, Junho had been using the time to prep himself for a special night out with his beloved. He had his hair done and slicked back, his face clean with a minimal amount of foundation to push through, and his clothing was sharp and spotless. On his wrist was a watch he had stolen long time ago when snooping through the counselor’s office and his middle finger, ironically, was adorned with the dazzling ring Jongsuk had gifted to him months ago. Fingers running through the long line of cologne set out on display via the bathroom sink, Junho decided to lather himself in a calming aroma of lavender, his staple scent whenever he was in a rush. Before heading down the stairs so that Jongsuk could finally get a good glimpse of hi, Junho decided to adorn his black tie with a silver bar, a small fashion statement that he had come to love, and finally trekked down to the entrance to greet Jongsuk.

SEPTEMBER 2014: Kir, a new student, seeks the man whom, perhaps, knew his brother the most.  Unfortunately, things do not turn out as cheerful as he hoped it would be.

Mugunghwa University. Despite the negative ring that the academic facility had, every acre of land and building that Nichkhun strode by was lavish and grand. With the surface of their corridors and walls washed squeaky clean, had any murder happened upon recent events in the city, it would be highly unlikely that Mugunghwa University would have housed the travesty due to its superior interior and spotlessness. 

A tall, lanky man infatuated with cats and adorned in sweaters or pyjamas.  The description seemed far-fetched but, as far as Nichkhun’s memory had spanned, he knew that was the physical appearance of the male whom his brother had spoken about most to him. He was supposed to be cynical, although popular among the younger students, and the professor of a film analysis course. For some reason, despite the words that had been freshly imprinted in his memory, the brunet found himself imagining an old man on a cane, his sarcasm and wit earning his popularity, and the hall in which he lectured in filled to the brim with kittens whom he called his own offspring. As time passed by and the slender male passed door to door, peeping into each empty or filled room to find a male that matched his description, he was met with young faces and young professors themselves, which made Nichkhun believe that perhaps he over-exaggerated in is assumption by just a tad bit. 

It wasn’t until he nearly gave up on his quest in which the brunet came across the destined male he was supposed to meet, a professor who luckily didn’t have any class on-going at the moment, and who sat upon his desk typing away grades. Given the invitation to enter because the wasn’t locked nor was it closed, Nichkhun welcomed himself in the chilly room and waddled over to the desk closest to where the professor was at sat down.

Lee Junho despised social outings. He hated being social when there was no personal gain within the action, period. The last time he attended one of Mugunghwa University’s social events, to be curt, was a time in which he found himself stuck under the radar of an insufferable pest who seemed so eager to peel away every last strip of sanity that the brunet had.

He hated social outings. Yet, when it came to his love, Lee Jongsuk, he thought he could make amends if it were for the older male’s sake. They hadn’t had any time to go on dates after all, not when his and Jongsuk’s work schedules clashed violently with one another. So, on behalf of his dearest love, Junho found himself in the midst of despicable laughter and an overpowering mixture of scents and spices. He wanted to go home, yes, but with one glance at his boyfriend and seeing a bright smile prominent over the older male’s radiant face, the feeling was quick to be overturned.

Speaking of his boyfriend and fully aware of the setting in which he was unwillingly placed in, a few ideas ran rampant in Junho’s head, non-violent to an extent. A carnival, or whatever the little exhibit of games and booths were presented by an eerie Mugunghwa alumni, was a place where most couples were able to express their gratitude with one another. He learnt from the various dramas that he wanted as a pastime. Although Jongsuk wasn’t so keen on having them go on the ferris wheel, suspicious of what Junho’s motives would be if they did go aboard on one of the carts, there were game booths with a luxury of stuffed toys and trinkets alike. The brunet noticed, as they wandered round the area, that many couples had a stuffed toy in hand, a cute token of their love for one another, and he felt almost jealous. He wanted to get Jongsuk something as well, just to prove that he could be a better boyfriend as well.

One of the booths adjacent to where they stood had a Kutusita Nyanko plush that stood of a good estimate of five feet. As adorable as it was, it hung lonely above a water pong booth occupied by desperate students alike trying their hardest to obtain an adorable prize. A sly glance at the vendor and Junho noticed the man was distracted by a whining girl, complaining about how she won or whatever, and Junho found an opportunity. A quick glance at his love told the brunet that he, too, was distracted, and Junho found it as an opportunity to sneak away.

Approaching the booth, the young lady rustling the operator grew relentless, verbally violent, and Junho couldn’t stop the amused scoff that left his lips as a lopsided self-indulgent smirk decorated his lips. Thankful for his above-average height, it didn’t take much for Junho to swiftly grasp onto the desired black cat that he wanted and unhooked it from the booth, successfully stealing it as the vendor hardly batted an eyelash away from the furious lady. As quick as he came, Junho strode back to where his love stood and was surprised when the older male was staring at him.

The moment a grin had spread upon the ghoul’s lips, it was already known that the very day was going to be a peculiar one. It was an odd Wednesday, something unsettling within the afternoon air, as the tall counselor emerged from his hidden whereabouts and strode confidently on Mugunghwa corridors with an ever-so-persistent grin splattered on his sunken features. Gone at the moment was the hermit man, the ironically-proclaimed phantom who could be found sulking in every corner of the university’s campus except his respective office where duties laid. As he joyously strode past students, a chill ran down through the youngsters’ spines, an ill-omen in which only the man and a selected few were aware of.

A talk with William Kang. Despite his frantic relationship with a man, it was the highly-presumed theory as to why the phantom seemed so jolly. He was a kiss-up after all, right after he was a snitch and, knowing that the secrets in which he spilled would soon lead to an inevitable destruction among both faculty and student bodies whom deserved any and every punishment that was sent their very wicked way,  Changmin couldn’t help but grin selfishly.

A sharp turn into the corridors and a curt walk outside in order to navigate himself to the Visual Arts building, it was a queer view to see Changmin so willingly venture into the den filled with students that he secondly loathed the most: the film department. His disdain for cameras momentarily forgotten in the peak of his high, his high gloat as hinted misfortune strung thick in the air, the counselor made his path towards a certain classroom, one ran by the very man he loathed the most:

Lee Jongsuk.

When the doors for the Film Studies room opened, an hour or two past it’s last class, Changmin was promptly surprised to see Jongsuk alone at his desk, book in hand, the classroom void of any troublemakers and students. Dress shoes clinking against polished floor, the tall spectre took the opportunity to wander in and let the door shut loudly behind him.

“Where’s your escort?” He inquired through a fake, sugary tone as he strode towards an empty seat and perched himself upon it. His lips pulled into a mocking frown, the man folded his arms across the desk’s surface and continued, “has he finally gotten tired of you and moved onto another plaything?”

jongsukxmgh, the rest are coming soon.

“Could someone hand me a heavy, blunt object?”

The older male had uttered the question out openly in class, a curt silence slowly following his request as the students whispered among one another. Finally, a kind girl had stepped forward and offered her professor her textbook, in which was responded with gratitude before the male had made his way over to where his sleeping lover had sat.

When Jongsuk had requested Junho to improve his attendance in class, he hadn’t meant for the younger to come in and sleep as though doing so would improve anything at all. 

Needless to say, Jongsuk was evidently quite pissed.

It happened in three seconds: Jongsuk slammed the textbook down against the desk, causing the surface to quake before Junho promptly woke up, startled, and the small jolt that he gave caused a ripple of laughter throughout the class. Not even a moment later had the brunet snatched the textbook from Jongsuk’s hands and chucked it at his poor professor, seething, before he laid his upper half against the desk once more and screwed his eyes closed.

Even though the book could have caused a horrible bruise to blossom against Jongsuk’s pale skin, the older found himself caught between either laughing at his lover’s reaction or solemnly shaking his head and sighing.

He didn’t know why Junho was taking a nap, to be honest.Knowing the younger’s schedule, the brunet already had enough time to catch up on his hours of sleep prior to class.

"So, we're not going out for dinner?"

“No.”

Junho didn’t want to admit that he didn’t want to spend any more money from his wallet. Instead, sitting down and curling up besides Jongsuk on the couch, he fluttered his eyes closed and pressed the side of his face against the older’s shoulder.

He wasn’t going to owe Jongsuk anything. The last time he heard ‘owe’ and ‘money’ together in a sentence indirectly or directly hissed out to him was when his father passed away.

Junho eyed the scenery in front of him; his one and only love sat perched upon the kitchen table, a stern expression cemented upon his expression which normally was filled with mirth, and an idle black card lied in front of him. The apartment was quiet, Johnny and Nuneo sat perched upon the couch, peering at the owners as tension rung semi-thick in their apartment.

“Junho.” Jongsuk’s voice was harsh, making the younger’s eyebrow quirk up from the new Burberry shades he had bought just a day prior. “Sit down.” The older of the couple motioned his hand towards the empty seat across from him and, rolling his eyes, Junho decided to play along and made his way towards the lone chair. It wasn’t often that the brunet saw his beloved as both stoic and uncompromising and, guessing from the lone card that laid a distance away from his cherished, he could only assume what the talk was going to be about.

The air was still in between the couple as they stared at one another and a rather arrogant grin began to surface on Junho’s lips. Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back against his chair as he waited for Jongsuk to speak. The older male, on the other hand, was too busy eyeing the new golden watch on his boyfriend’s wrist to begin the earful of a lecture he was going to give his love.

“I got you a new car, at least.” Junho had decided to speak up once he had decided that the silence had drawn for too long. Apparently, his words weren’t the ones that Jongsuk wanted to hear for, in the next minute, he began to fume.

“That’s it?” The taller male seethed, “That’s all you’re going to say, dear?” Giving a half-hearted shrug, Junho gave a languid roll of the eyes.

“You can have these shades after I’m done with them too, I suppose. Although it wouldn’t be quite as valuable in retrospect to if I sold them ins---”

“You bought a Prius.” Jongsuk cut in.

“And?” Junho shot back, giving an indignant huff, “I gave you my Mini Cooper in return.” It was as if Jongsuk apparently had enough with the older’s antics, for he stood up and slammed his hands on the table, glowering in Junho’s direction. The younger’s haughty remarks were, obviously, not want Jongsuk wanted to hear.

“Do you know how much you spent?!” Jongsuk continued, “Two thousand on your sunglasses, ten thousand on a new bracelet, your new car-- When I gave you the card, I didn’t literally mean to go crazy with it!”

“You shouldn’t have given it to me in the first place, then!” Junho snapped back, his abrupt anger triggered by the accusations that Jongsuk had began to throw at him. Electricity shocked between the two men as they glowered against one another, rage seething within both of their veins, yet neither wanting to make the first aggressive move upon the other. Jongsuk gritted his teeth, apparently wanting to bellow out more of his frustration towards Junho, but he opted to stay quiet. He knew how Junho acted, he knew the nonsense and the manipulation of words that the younger would use upon him and others in order to get the upperhand and last word of the argument. Instead, as if he were to be deflated, Jongsuk slumped back against his chair and gave a defeated sigh.

“I’m going to put a 5,000 limit on the card.” He murmured and his words were caught by Junho’s precise hearing.

“I can’t even feed a third-world family with that kind of money.” He spat as he crossed his arms, scowling. Jongsuk shot up from his seat, an offended look on his features whilst the need to correct his love rang sharp within him. Instead, Junho continued to talk, “What am I supposed to buy with that money? One shoe? A slice of full-grain bread?”

Jongsuk didn’t even bother to reply.

The silence quite unnerving once more, along with the pout that his love was directing at the ground, Junho stood up and made his way to sit on top of the older’s lap.

“Love,” he murmured, his hands cupping either side of Jongsuk’s face. The later kept his eyes down, not wanting to look at Junho in fear that the younger would belt out yet another statement that would annoy him further. Instead, the brunet tangled his fingers into Jongsuk’s silky strands and bumped his nose lightly against the other’s.

“Would it be possible to make a compromise?” He continued, “I’ll give you a blowjob in return for everything I spent on yesterday.” Of course, Jongsuk remained silent and Junho pressed his lips in a fine line. “I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want for a month and I won’t complain…” His fingers massaged Jongsuk’s scalp and the brunet gave a low hum, scooting closer so that he could assert his body heat against the older’s torso. Again, no reply. Instead, Jongsuk had directed him a rather offended look.

“Are you my boyfriend or are you some kind of cheap whore?” He rebuttled and he turned his head away, grasping Junho’s hands so that he could guide the younger’s fingers away from his scalp, “Sex doesn’t solve anything.”

“It does if you know how to play your cards right.” Firmly grasping Jongsuk’s chin, he forced the latter to look back at his direction, “Unfortunately for you, I am quite the master of trickery and deceit.” A smirk curling at his lips, Junho locked his lips against Jongsuk’s and let the passion that began to kindle between the two of them take the lead. Tongues moving against one another and his skin tinging, Junho gave out a soft moan as he pressed himself harder against Jongsuk, one hand leading his beloved’s into his back pocket.