#jyhongbin

[ posted on ken’s naver blog for @jyhongbin‘s birthday ]

Happiest birthday to my boyfriend!

There are not enough words that even I, an author, can describe how important you are to me. You’ve been a constant source of strength and support through the hardest times in my life. It makes me eternally grateful that someone as wonderful as me and you would make such a great team. Fate, destiny and sheer luck brought us together yet the reason we stayed strong was because of our mutual understanding and L O V E for one another. I couldn’t have asked for a better person in my life. You are everything I could ever ask for and I hope we are #blessedt with more years to come!

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Caring for people and Pokémon was instinct for Jinah, she always found herself doing it subconsciously. Whether it was thoughtlessly running from behind the counter to help customers with heavy products or volunteering to help out at the center next to her mart every now and then, simply because she wanted to, it just felt right to her. This time was no different. She knew her manager was a workaholic, it was kind of inspiring honestly. However at some moments, it got a little out of hand. Hongbin worked incredibly hard to care for the Pokémon that came into the center, often losing sleep and skipping meals because of it. It concerned Jinah quite a lot. So when she walked into work that morning only to find him resembling a walking corpse, it struck greatly upset her. As much as she admired his love for Pokémon, he needed to take care of his health first.

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    Ilhoon doesn’t usually acknowledge the recruits and grunts that pass through Hwangto Maeul on their way to the base below the shop; sure, he has to look at their faces and know whether or not to let them in, but recognizing another Rocket isn’t something he finds particularly difficult even without some kind of ID; the higher-ups are usually more subtle, but grunts typically have a certain air to them than the average customer who comes in looking to buy honey or herbal supplements.

    That doesn’t seem to be so much the case with the Rocket he let into the base earlier--his vibe was different; he seemed almost nervous to even be there. Though to be fair, Ilhoon's also unsure if the strange feeling he gets from the other is partially a result of his own gaze instead of some kind of inner turmoil with the other man. (He knows his stare is anything but friendly, though that’s rather the way he prefers it these days.)

    Under his counter, a dim red light flashes as someone signals from the other side of the cabinet they’d like out--not very subtle of HQ, Ilhoon often thinks with amusement--but often this base is anything but subtle and he’s sure to the more perceptive it may feel even sinister. (He thinks it’s funny, in a way, but he is always entertained by these kinds of things.)

   He knows there’s no one in the shop, no ding at the entrance since the last customer walked out an hour ago. He turns to face the cabinet door as it opens in the hopes it’s the guy who came in earlier just to scrutinize him again. To his delight, it is.

    “Feels like someone’s in an awful hurry to get in and out,” he remarks, gaze flicking back over the other Rocket’s face.

    There’s something... else there though--and a question bubbles from Ilhoon’s mouth before he has a chance to ponder the wisdom of asking it.

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now that he doesn’t train, pokemon center visits are a rare occurrence for wonshik. sure, he gets the team checked out regularly, like any good pokemon owner, but his team is usually healthy and hearty (though sometimes to his chagrin). 

today is an exception to that rule; while wonshik might not miss his training days, typhlosion must, because the fire type currently cowers inside his ball after an unpleasant encounter with a wild swanna at the park. (to himself wonshik wonders why the rangers let such foul birds nest where anyone could happen to walk by, but that’s none of his business.)

“you asshole,” wonshik told the pokeball fondly, feeling it warm slightly as if ty fumed in response.

he’s never been to this particular center before; there’d been another one closer to his last apartment, but all pokemon centers are more or less the same so he didn’t even need to look up as the glass doors slid open. he stepped inside, grinning as he cooed at the pokeball even more, knowing the fire type inside couldn’t do anything about it.

he glanced back up at the front desk with the silly grin still plastered on his face, only for his jaw to drop at the person manning it. most likely scaring the shit out of the tourists lingering by the entrance, he vaulted over the little futon in the waiting area and charged the desk, stomach hitting the side of the counter with a thud as he slammed his free hand down on it.

ft. @jyhongbin.

it was a disaster. a sheer disaster of catastrophic proportion and wheein was so, so fucked if she didn’t fix it right away.

her braixien was a paragon of patience, it really was, but it had its limits. lea would suffer through near anything for wheein if she had to. their bond was that of a trainer and their first pokemon—there probably wasn’t a stronger force on earth, if you wanted to get sappy about it. the point was, lea loved wheein, put up with wheein, didn’t kill wheein… but this might just be its breaking point. judging from the heat radiating from the pokemon, it was definitely angry. wheein doubted any amount of pokepuffs would appease it. “lea, i’m so sor—“ wheein bit back a yelp as a spark passed by her face. whelp. so much for groveling.

to think, all this started when wheein tried to tie dye a shirt. now her braixen was pink. hot pink, to be exact.

“i’ll fix it,” she said desperately. smoke was curling out of lea’s ears now. wheein was finding it hard to read the expressions of her colorful companion, but it was as clear a sign as any that lea didn’t believe her. fair enough; wheein had no idea what to do to reverse it. for some reason, she highly doubted a simple bath would help (she’d foolishly asked for the strongest dye at the mart).

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Minwoo always had harebrained schemes, that much was for sure, but as he walked toward Hongbin’s apartment he was pretty sure this plan was one of his absolute best. He just needed a hand and there was no one better than his partner in crime (literally in many senses) to help him out with it. He couldn’t help but wonder if Hongbin was actually going to go along with this idea. It wasn’t like it was the worst  idea in the world. It was actually a good idea, in his opinion.... Just far fetched. 

He picked up his walking speed; avoiding any glances that might be directed at him. He wasn’t in the mood to be stopped right now. He has important things to do! He reached up to pet Pocky who was nestled up against his shoulder. She was such a pleasure to have just sitting around. He was positive she was just as excited about his plan as he was. He was really only judging based on the way that she grabbed one of his fingers when he patted her head, but it was a fair judgement! She seemed to really think that he knew what he was doing and surely there was no better judge of his ideas than one of his own Pokemon. Sure, the plan didn’t involve her so much as it did Oreo, but he was still sure she knew what was best.

As he walked his mind started to wander. Sometimes, he wondered how he and Hongbin even got along. It wasn’t that he disliked the other; quite the opposite, but he couldn’t help but think that Hongbin was a bit less sociable than him. Minwoo himself was awfully loud, often to the point of annoying those around him.  He did his best to draw Hongbin out of his shell more often, but he really couldn’t always be sure that the other was able to deal with his antics. It seemed like they were two very opposite people.

And yet when they met on Hongbin’s first mission with Rocket the two of them had hit it off. Now Minwoo was making a very obvious attempt to keep his friend as close to him as possible. There was always a looming fear that any friend he made would pack up and leave without saying anything... That freaked him out. So he was going to drag Hongbin along to do as many things as humanly possible, if just to remind the older man that he was there. Sure, some of the things he asked Hongbin to tag along for were completely bizarre and the others were often pointless, but Minwoo had decided long ago that the only real point was an excuse to hang out.

So the moment he reached the door to Hongbin’s home he pulled out his phone and called the other. He was still smiling like an idiot; just excited to have finally come up with something to do. It was never easy to find something that was actually different. This time, he was sure he was going to give Hongbin one hell of a surprise though. He couldn’t help but laugh when the phone picked up.