#kaioux

For every ∯ i get i will say/confess something without specifying for whom it is meant.

머리가 터질것같아.

Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

"Tell me. 말해:"  This wasn’t the first time Jongin’s words pricked a thorn at his side. Jongsuk just so happened to hate confrontations, and his writer friend just so happened to be someone very direct and confrontational. ”Just what did you want to tell me that you would call me all the way over here for, hm?” The writer demanded.

It seemed to him that Jongin was good at putting people’s backs against the wall. Jongin was basically his polar opposite, having everything that he lacked, and lacking everything he had. “Well…” Jongsuk started, thinking of every excuse and every reason not to tell his friend to no avail. The writer raised a brow, impatiently waiting for his response.

"I have a confession," He began slowly, carefully mingling his words. "The truth is— it isn’t you, it’s me." The model grinned, seeming to find the right words to phrase his confession. "I think this friend is really handsome— no, handsome isn’t the right word. I think this writer friend is hot." He gazed deeply into Jongin’s eyes before taking a gander at the beautiful sunset beside them.

"Wait!— and I promise I’m straight, but I think you’re just downright fucking sexy," Jongsuk said, slowly processing his words. "What did I just—" The model was struck by his writer friend, finding himself on the ground. "Ah, thanks, friend. I needed that," he rubbed his cheek. "I think Jiyeon is hot too." He slowly nodded.

Opinion on;

Character in general: this muse may come with trigger warnings --.  the typist doesn't censor his writing but if you ask him to adjust, he will do so to fit your needs --. ** kim jongin is written here as an au muse who works as a freelance novelist.  i've mentioned in a couple of these that i really enjoy reading through character biographies that are written as timelines because they give glimpses into the character's past as they go by -- that, and they're very quick and concise reading.  here we learn that jongin is the son of an abusive man and a mother who drops him off at an orphanage -- ultimately abandoning him -- and he retreats into himself along with a pile of books by authors like shakespeare to cope.  he slowly starts to write his own stories, his own poetry -- tries to make it in the world on his own with only his melancholy and his sheets of paper, a head held high.  he's taken under the wing of another author, where in that time he publishes his first book, he loses the one person who has taken care of him, he falls into depression.  he finally becomes what he wants to be, but he isn't happy.  sometimes you wonder if he really wants to be.How they play them: i think that the writing style of the typist suits jongin very well -- i haven't really experienced any of his other writing, but !! for jongin, it comes off as graceful, careful --.  it just seems to suit the muse because it feels like you're walking on a thin line until it snaps, and you don't know what's going to happen after.  the typist is open to all sorts of threads ( script / text / para -- ) so it's a little more easygoing for others to approach jongin if they wish to -- which is always nice !! typist likes to write a lot, i can tell -- oftentimes they're reblogging memes, writing drabbles, requesting plots.  these are the kind of people i like to surround myself with, because they're the ones who actually care.  it doesn't help that i really enjoy reading his writing because it flows well, so -- yes, admiration. ;;;;The Mun: once upon a time ( i think i've mentioned this before but who knows -- ) jaehyun was in a closed directory that died.  along comes kaioux with their amazing writing and their interesting au making me frown because i couldn't interact with them due to the directory rules -- and then the directory dies.  i get sad.  i disappear for a little while because my faith in directories ( and / or roleplay but i'm not going to go into that rn ) is COMPLETELY SHATTERED by this point, then i decide to renew my muse, because.  why not? to hell with it, i enjoy him and i never really got into any in depth relationships.  and kaioux is still there.  still following.  and i'm not really sure why because i had kind of disappeared for a month by that point, but i slowly revamped jaehyun and followed him back.  only a few hours after i posted my follow post -- the first person to actually message me -- is kaioux's typist, asking me to plot and complimenting me because he's loved my muse ever since he first followed me.  this made me really happy? that someone took the time out of their day just to mention that they were excited to roleplay with me -- especially since i was kind of frustrated and at a low point when it came to roleplaying by that point completely.  so to say that kaioux's typist is sweet is an understatement -- he seems to genuinely care about the muses that he roleplays with.  even though we hit a few bumps in plotting because tumblr is not a nice messaging system, we managed to work it out in the end --.  which made me really happy because the plot that we have for jongin and jaehyun is gorgeous. i've followed along with a few of jongin's other plotted relationships and they're all really well crafted as well so you can tell that this typist is someone who cares about his muse immensely.  although i'm still a little shy about talking to him because i really admire him in general, he's generally very easy going and sweet -- his interactions with other typists and muses seem really cute and have a lot of depth, too.  so this might have turned out a little more heartfelt than it needed to be, but -- well, i'm really grateful so i felt like i needed to share that.  <: sorry if this seems a little over the top for someone you barely talk to weeps now i'm judging myself -- 

Do I:

RP with them: yes !! i wouldn't have it any other way tbh.Want to RP with them: always.  don't make me find the snape gif.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: um as if i haven't made enough of a fool of myself yet -- this evaluation probably sounds biased as hell but oh well.  you get much love from me !! <: 

✴ - An angry text

[ to: 筆者 ] when i asked you to come up with a short story i did not mean a sad one.

[ to: 筆者 ] he died.

[ to: 筆者 ] i do not know how you stop tears but mine will not.

[ to: 筆者 ] i can’t believe you would do this to me.

Jongin has always loved the effects of alcohol. The burning sensation running down his esophagus really hits the spot, and he would often spend his nights downing glass after glass of his precious Soju bottles. It’s not like he has to wake up early (with the exception of Mondays), so hangovers have never proven to be much of a problem for him. Once you go through something for a long period of time, you get used to it. Throbbing headaches and churning chest aches have always been a part of Jongin’s traditional mornings. A twisted part of him believes he deserves it anyway, so throw all your fucks out the window and drink ‘til your heart is content. Life is short, might as well make the best of it and do whatever the hell you want.

Rewind back to the night before and Kim Jongin is seen at a bar, hunched over on the stool which had once been tucked neatly beneath the counter. He’s reaching out to pour another until he’s momentarily interrupted. One dainty hand is placed over his own, which allows him to set the bottle back down, and a heavy sigh is quick to release itself from in between his pale lips. 

"Are you drunk?"

The writer scoffs and responds rather immediately, almost on pure instinct — which is partly to blame due to his intoxication. “Are you an idiot? No shit.” Then he pulls away, proffering a hand and pouring himself another shot, consuming it quickly. Eventually he takes the entire bottle and drinks from those contents instead. Then he sets it down, reeking of alcohol and covered in a veil of lethargy. 

"What the hell do you want? I don’t play with little girls, so do me a favor and leave."

honestly, were people always this rude?         like goddamn. all she had wanted was inform him of his soaked sleeve ( in which, the material had been drenched in liquid for the past ten minutes or so ). granted her approach was not the most pleasant, but really, it was a pretty good question considering how he consumed the poisonous alcohol as if his life depended on it. surely even the most alcohol tolerant male would be finding down the urge to vomit all over themselves.  

she was just curious.

he didn't have to be so snappy & rude.

not like she would judge him anyways -- she doesn't even know him.

which warrants her second complaint -- who does he think he is? judging by the way the bartender is currently looking at them ( or looking at her & expecting her to order a drink ), he is not the owner of the bar. nor does he seem like some rich elitist who practically owns half the bar anyways. so telling her to leave came from the alcohol.

drunkards -- the one thing she dislikes more than wealthy snobs. with toxins flowing through their blood, drunkards are typically easy targets for her greedy fingers, but dealing with them actually leaves her with a huge headache. she hates headaches.

"Eh? You kidding me right now?" 

The young man scoffs, tapping the edge of his cigarette against the rim of the ashtray. There’s a long period of silence as he takes a sip from the hite beer can, and one would normally question his reasoning for consuming such toxic combinations at all, but Jongin finds far too much pleasure into doing so. He’s quick to revert as he leans back against the sofa, the cancer stick hanging idly from in between his parched lips.

"I mean, if you’re going to complain, don’t ask at all. You’re wasting both your time and my time. I could have spent these past twenty minutes working on my novel, y’know that? You should feel grateful." Obviously his narcissistic selection of words put his arrogance onto blatant display, but he doesn’t give a damn either, because this isn’t the first time he has seen her and neither will it be the last. She might as well get used to his behavior and learn to deal with it, too. 

Jongin can see the change in her facial expression and he’s quick to silence her before she can utter her next protest. Shutting people up has always been a specialty of his: just use some sentimental bullshit to move them a little bit, and wala, job done. Oh, the perks of being a novelist of tragic romance novels.

"Just follow your heart, or some shit along those lines. You can’t control your feelings. You know that." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, flicking the remaining stub of his cigarette into the waste basket. "Whatever you do, I’ll be here when you come crying like a pansy. Deal?"

Tough love is the best kind of love, after all.

"I'm just saying I've been given better advice."

Her own arrogance prevented her from ever fully accepting another's guidance. Despite the numerous times she'd sought advice from others she'd always come out of it feeling dissatisfied and eventually making a bad decision. A vicious cycle she figured would take years for her to break.

"Well, I asked hoping you'd say something useful instead of the same old banal advice my dementia plagued grandmother would tell me." Harsh. She didn't like sugar coating things and she didn't have much of a brain to mouth filter, either. Her thoughts were preoccupied as her gaze lingered on beer can he brought to her lips. She gave her best attempt to mask the repulsion that threatened to twist her features. Alcohol had always appeared to her as a murderer, a fatal addiction. She couldn't stand it.

Of course, like most things, alcohol was fine in moderation. Her disapproval was unwarranted but it'd become an involuntary reaction. She'd never be able to even mention any such beverages without leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She blinked, shaking out of her momentary gaze to catch his final bit of counseling.