#kayn.

[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

    Now if this isn’t curious.

    Khada Jhin is in the Zhyun foothills, not far from Jyom Pass. These days it’s a borderland, near the southern front, and the merchant caravan he’s traveling with tire him daily with their stories of fear and nervousness for coming here. Fortunately today had been the last day he had to listen to their squabbling, as unlike the merchants Jhin is not here to get closer to the Ivory Coast and Valoran beyond. Woe to be anyone that’d think war would mean anything to the Devil of Jyom Pass but another iron in his fire.

    Out of all things, he hadn’t expected a child.

    The redleaf forests are thick here as they are always in Zhyun, a favorite for Ionian troops when retreating after battle as Noxians are as graceful navigating the briars as they are with just about anything, which is to say never. A little bird has told Jhin that members of the Order of Shadow are to be counted here, and who would he be if not a snoop? He doesn’t expect Zed would mind… or know, given Zed’s track record with seeing through an illusory mien. Typical.

    But why a child?

    That’s what Jhin sees: a solitary child having made camp. Not particularly well or well hidden, but what could anyone expect? The boy’s thrown together enough sticks to get the facsimile of a campfire going, with what Jhin presumes is a hay mat aside. Ruddy face and mud-soaked arms. Hnh. An orphan?

    This was the Golden Demon, yes, but Khada Jhin was also a boy once. He sees something in the child’s eyes that reminds him of himself, of younger years and younger anger. Having heard nothing that would indicate more Order goons are on their way, he makes the decision to reveal from the trees a perfectly normal, blue-eyed man in inconspicuous clothes and traveler’s gear.

    “Hello,” he says. “Is there a reason why you’re all alone?”

         everyone knew kayn — the drummer of arkam, who threw awesome parties, had a big surprise and excellent collection of dope sunglasses, brought booze to his friends, free weed and excess of niceness. and for the most part, actually, all of it was true. not hiding himself or his feeling was the peaceful way of living from kayn and despite what some might think he was easily captivated by others. not only fondness of friendships but in every aspect of his social life. he had the same maid since he moved from thailand from south korea, he knew all of her family and loved the fact she took care of him in ways better than his mother probably ever did. the same best friends ever since he entered ong for the first time, he still got chills every time he remembers getting inside the room raye was and when she welcomed him with a smile. ruy was a pain in the ass at first, trying to play coy and sophisticated but even ruy couldn’t stand that pose for long with kayn as his friend. and daehyun was easy, it was like they were already friends when they first started talking. in all of other’s aspects, he was easy going for a rich kid who loved and appreciated the exquisited things of life. for that same reason, love and romantic relationships when becoming in his space were always prone to suspicion by people around him because they knew how quickly he got get hurt even if getting hurt was also something easily undone by him. there weren’t many good people left in the world like kayn, that’s something his own father said once before shipping him to another country to live his life on the edge the way kayn wanted to. ‘ i’m going for a beer, you want something? ’ he asked getting up from the couch with a heartbeat, pushing his thoughts away for a moment, just to look at eunji next to him. when eunji appeared, it wasn’t expected at all, and to be honest he even tried pushing away the feeling that he might jump back in something again. however her own uncomplicated ways matched almost perfectly to his own, it was like laying on clouds while holding hands and that feeling was something excruciating new. he wasn’t much to think through things, actually, he probably doesn’t think at all and looking back at eunji sitting comfortably at his couch, how did he got so lucky? because for someone with so much and yet so little, that sounded like a dream. life was complete! what else could he ask for? and even if he found an answer, he could probably just use his black card and get it in the mail for the next available days. while still looking at the television and pacing to make his way to the kitchen just a few steps away, eunji jumped on his back and that didn’t even surprise his goofy ass who slapped her ass in a cute way before finally walking to the kitchen while giving her a ride. ‘ you’re starting to abuse from my good person. ’ he mentioned opening the fridge and getting one beer, placing in the counter and fastly opening the can with a wow moment waited from eunji, making them both laugh. ‘ enough, cmon. ’ he then placed eunji back sitting on the counter, not because she wasn’t light enough, for all he cared about he could carry her like that all-day but that would get in the way of doing what he was about to do — kissing her passionately at all times, whenever he wanted and however he wanted, again and again, a dozen times till they get tired and possibly even then a little bit more. the beer being forgotten open by his side as he was so into something else, that gathers up all his courage to live well enough.

On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

it depends on the circumstances like… am i alone? what is happening? is just the dark or there is anything else? is the dark here just night or a place? or is just a state of mind which dark is supposed to be being sad and vulnerable because if that’s the case i think we all scared of the dark. none of us wants to be in the dark, alone and facing things we don’t know, that’s not only for a situation but for life too.

What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

easy, robots taking over the world. what are they doing with technology? they already addicted us to it, they can simply just take control like physically this time and we sure would be down to it. it’s something really real, man.

An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

call me lame, call me cheap but i don’t care because nothing in this world can top beer. seriously, i’m telling you. you come home, it’s hot, you’re just over life in general and you just open your fridge and opens up a beer, sits on your couch and drinks it. it’s the perfect moment. it’s like your soul is drifting away and looking down on your body enjoying the moment, you know? it’s not even for the taste, is for the experience. and since i have to be specific, the russian river pliny the younger is extremely difficult, expensive, and time-consuming to make and it’s available in pub draft only which is released at the brewery on the first friday in february for two weeks only. so if i had the chance to make it a lifetime supply, that’d be the best choice for it.

What was your last dream about?

don’t know if i was dreaming or just high, or just high and dreaming. but one day i actually visited god in my dreams, yes, it was a woman but not like a fetishized type of woman more like… your mom? kind of woman… if that makes sense? it was like, she took care of me and was really nice so i called her god and she laughed, we had a great time. there was this big garden and all sorts of flowers, animals, plants, and trees, so we just painted it together. my drawing sucked, but hers was almost like a replica of the place. then she looked at a big clock on the wall and said my time was done, so i thought i’d die obviously, but i just woke up. which was close to death, but that’s okay.

What is the color of your socks?

hm… black? or white, could be grey. but it’s probably black, yeah.

what are your favorite things to do with your tongue? 

you can figure that out yourself, k? but being honest, i roll papers for marijuana pretty good too, with my tongue, you should see… 

how could someone make you swoon?

impress me, i guess? it’s not that hard, though. i’m a nice and simple guy, i fall for mostly anything. but i guess there is nothing hotter than seeing someone really interested making a surprising move into you.

             ‘ you think winking at me is a way to my heart? babe, that’s low thinking of me. ’ he looks down at his own drink in his hand, they were less than two feet apart in that bar, however, he liked to tease her so it could increase their desire by bits. kayn wasn’t the type to compliment on her looks, although araki looked very fine every night, she was self-aware and that was one of the reasons he liked her. he also didn’t need to buy her a drink, by the look in her eyes she already had a lot to drink and so has he. the reason was also not mentionable worth since it was almost the end of the night, they always seemed to find each other by whatever place they were and whoever they were partying with. ‘ just tell me you are looking for a ride home, we know exactly how this works. ’