#zwjoon

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

The sound of sizzling meat blending with the melodic clank of glass. Dark skys expelling a sweet cool breeze which brushed against the blew tarps and weathered tables, bidding the nice ahjumma to come pull down a few sides so as to keep her customers comfortable. The loud of chatter meshing with the scent of alcohol, and this would be the place Yifan found himself. His favorite Pojang-macha. That soft smile given to the passing owner as she spoiled him like normal and dropped off another serving of pork belly. His lips pressed against the rim of a filled glass, head dipping back as he happily enjoyed the burn and bitter of the soju sliding down his throat.

*abandons u* jkjk XD <3 have fun!

thank you!! c:

zwdevil replied to your post:[[MOR] alright, so i’m sorry that i haven’t been...

*doesnt love u*

So far, things have gotten along alright. He’s met most of the house’s residents, and gotten a fairly good response from them all. Despite his outward appearance of confidence and eagerness when meeting his new housemates, Jaejoong’s been feeling a constant thread of underlying anxiousness or acceptance. It makes his movements just a touch sloppier, makes him easier to laughing at awkward silences, but it doesn’t likely dim his friendliness any. If anything, he might have pushed it a little over the top in his slight discomfort, making him second guess his actions later when unpacking alone in his room. 

He’d sort of wished that the roommates had all shared one expansive area, without walls. Yes its all very old school and not so functional, but who needs privacy, right? Some people might say its a necessity, but to an uncertain Jaejoong its only a frustration. Its not long therefore before the adult film actor is too annoyed to keep himself cooped up with arranging his room, and instead, follows his need for acceptance out of that small space to search out someone for company. 

Its quite the bust when he finds no one at all. But then, in the sound of song, comes his answer. Quickly retracting his steps from the downstair’s floor, Jaejoong reworks his paces back upwards, his cat weaving around his ankles as a constant obstacle of nearly tripping over (he’s learned to walk in a comically timed gait because of his pet’s need to twist itself around his legs). When he finds the source of the sound shut off from the rest of the hall, Jaejoong can’t help but to frown. 

A closed door typically means a call for privacy, right? 

A minute is spent dithering over what to do. The music is good, and it sounds like they’re all alone in the room, and Jaejoong’s quite alone outside in the hall himself. So, wouldn’t it be better to share something together? Decided, the mid twenties male forgoes manners and quietly pushes the door open, so perhaps if the resident is particularly shy, he can silently creep watch them from here? But remaining silent becomes too difficult for Jaejoong, the music tugging too much at his soul, and when the male seems to be finished with his song, the newest acquisition to Camp House is pushing open the door to the bedroom widely, giving him enough space for his suddenly large feeling inside and to clap enthusiastically. 

I liked it because that pixel art is so cute why

[ zwjoon ]

none of her break-ups had been particularly pleasant, even though they were few and far between. jiwon’s dating history comprised of two boyfriends, equally as possessive, very ... clingy –– not exactly the best match for our young bouncy lady, thriving for independence, but they were comforting at the time and seemingly ‘normal’ to begin with. still, she’d wonder if she let them off too lightly in ending things, was too kind when cutting her relationships off, or maybe didn’t make herself absolutely clear. obviously something had gone wrong somewhere along the line, seeing as she felt compelled to rush into a bush behind a bench purely to avoid predatory men. sadly, her fears were perfectly justified –– she’d been stalked, both on social media and in real life; changed her phone numbers thrice and her first boyfriend still got a hold of her once in a while; she’d even been followed her to her workplace once, and harassed her for 10 long minutes before her second boyfriend was escorted out of the building and dutifully banned from the premises.