kyungskin

[kyungskin]

The rest of Joonmyeon's home is the same from what he'd seen from the doorway; clean, minimalist, and dare he say, oddly sterile. Kyungsoo's sure to trail carefully behind Joonmyun, feeling very out of place among the expensive interior. Curious nonetheless, he cranes his neck and stands on his toes. Guiltily, he searches for any flaws among his cousin's home. Any stubborn stains, or chipped paint. Unsurprisingly enough, he's not met with any.  

"Hyung," he tests the term on his tongue. Kyungsoo's never really had anyone to call hyung, and he's quickly enjoying it. This is good; Mother was right. No longer will Kyungsoo be driven up the walls by his own subconscious; he'll have a hyung, for the time being at least. The change in surroundings should do well in soothing his sleeping habits. Or, at least Kyungsoo hopes they will. 

"Ah-- you don't have to," he declines in the most polite manner he can, shaking his head. "I've got my bag just fine," Kyungsoo assures with a hum. "Rules?" Giggling a bit at the use of 'uncool dad', his simpers die down upon facing Joonmyeon forward. He hands his full attention, tilting his head expectantly. 

♛━ ultraviolence; joonmyun & kyungsoo

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Joonmyeon nods, stepping aside so his cousin can come in. He quickly looks around, making sure the room behind him is immaculate (even though he’d already checked it - twice). His apartment has always been very minimalistic, all his belongings stored away or positioned neatly around the various rooms. There’s no clutter - his head is cluttered often enough, so he at least likes to keep his living space tidy.

"Then just hyung for me. Or whatever you prefer, really, I’m not too fussy about formalities." He takes a step back inside his apartment when the other comes in, his welcoming smile slipping just a bit as he swallows. Kyungsoo’s wide eyes are beginning to seem more familiar to him, and in a way, Kyungsoo resembles his mother. That makes Joonmyeon feel uneasy. He really doesn’t want to think about his mother.

"You won’t be a burden, don’t worry. I take good care of guests, so I’m sure your time here will be satisfactory." Too stiff. "Do you want me to take your bag to your room?" He wonders where the rest of his cousin’s luggage is, but then again, if Kyungsoo’s parents had been anything like Joonmyeon’s parents, maybe he’d packed as light as Joonmyeon had when he’d left them for the first time. "Your mother has nothing to worry about. You will be perfectly safe in this apartment, granted you follow my rules. That probably makes me sound like an uncool dad, but… there are some things you need to be made aware of before you settle."

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He sends her a grateful smile, easing in response to her warmth. "Right," Kyungsoo nods in agreement though is a bit taken aback at the prospect for a free drink. "Ah-- that wouldn't be necessary. But perhaps uh, just your company?" It's a question he's usually too bashful to ask, and Kyungsoo chews on his lower lip. "--I mean, if you're not busy." 

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She smiled softly, shaking her head. “Really, it’s alright. I just hope I hadn’t done anything that would have upset you or anything. I didn’t, right?” She asked, tilting her head. “If anything as an apology, I could get you a drink on the house here in the cafe.”

[kyungskin]

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❝—Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost.❞  - Dante Alighieri; Inferno, Canto I. 

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[kyungskin]

Kyungsoo's cursed with an unreliable memory. Though if he thinks hard enough and furrows his eyebrows deep enough, Kyungsoo believes he can remember tiny scraps of the stranger before him that is supposedly his cousin also. They've most likely only met once. Probably a holiday of sorts. Christmas, a birthday, or even a reunion? What he does know is that Joonmyun is from Mother's side of the family. Despite the separation, Kyungsoo continues to bear his father's surname. 

All hopes of remembering Joonmyeon further upon actually seeing him dissipate when Kyungsoo does. If anything it skews and blurs what tiny fragments he knew of his cousin. His clothes reflect his home; immaculate and expensive (well, from what Kyungsoo is able to see from the open doorway). He's just as tall in height as Kyungsoo is, yet the latter still feels small in his presence. Like, he's practiced appearing large with such little stature. 

"Just Kyungsoo is fine." He musters a shy smile, adjusting the duffle bag in his grip. "Nice to meet you too," Kyungsoo dips his head then lifting his gaze to find he's being let inside. 

He toes his shoes off at the door, adjusting them neatly in the foyer. "I hope I won't be that much of a burden," Kyungsoo begins, oddly obligated to fill the gaps of silence. "Mother's just been very worried for my uh-- condition." 

♛━ ultraviolence; joonmyun & kyungsoo

☂— Joonmyeon is utterly confused, to say the least. He didn’t know what he was expecting when he received the letter in the mail followed by a phone call two weeks later when he didn’t respond, but it certainly wasn’t this. He doesn’t have any family. Not… not really. He remembers the Dos vaguely, he thinks he maybe met them once, but that had been back when he had been living with his parents. Maybe he hadn’t met them at all. He doesn’t know. He paces with agitation around his sitting room, wondering what to do when his cousin arrives. He’d set up the spare bedroom, making sure the bed sheets were clean - even though he’d cleaned them since they’d been used last.

Joonmyeon checks his watch and it’s exactly ten o’ clock. He’s been pacing for the past half an hour and it’s probably because of the nerves - they’re creeping up him and slowly choking him. He hasn’t lived with anyone formally since he was eighteen years old. He’s had friends come and go over the past five years, but they’ve had their own lives and were responsible for themselves. Somehow, Joonmyeon fears the fact that now he has to be responsible for somebody else, especially somebody with… issues.

When the doorbell rings, he almost has a heart attack. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, making sure that it’s neat, and straightens his tie. Maybe he should have worn casual clothes, but it’s too late now.

He opens the door, a practiced smile carefully etched onto his face and almost blanches. The stranger - his cousin - is just as short as he is with a face even younger. Joonmyeon suddenly panics because he doesn’t know anything about his cousin other than his name, and what if he’s still in high school? Joonmyeon doesn’t think he can handle…

"Hello there!" Joonmyeon claps both his hands together. "You must be Do-ssi. It’s nice to meet you, my name is Kim Joonmyeon." He thinks that the introduction will be awkward, if they’ve previously met. He really hopes his cousin doesn’t think he’s.. strange.

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"Stay?" The words bring Kyungsoo's senses back and he's suddenly aware of their surroundings again, notebook loosening from his grip. The air is warm, carrying the scent of coffee beans and the hum of voices and clattering dishes; a cafe. He sinks into the nearest seat and table with a nod, mustering a friendly smile. "Oh-- Of course." 

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“I said my bad, you ain’t gotta’ apologize.” Hanbin emitted a soft chuckle to the other; they seemed quite shy and it wasn’t something he was used to being around; it was actually really endearing. “So I called my friend but she doesn’t get off for another hour so, could I stay here until then?” 

[kyungskin]

[kyungskin]

Jianni's the only other voice he's heard beside his own in a long while. Even as he hears her wander the apartment, Kyungsoo begins to slip in and out of consciousness. The cool tile beneath his back is so familiar.. Then the doorknob begins to jiggle until Kyungsoo believes the door begins to open. He cracks his eyes open then, squinting up at what he can only assume is Jianni. "Jianni.." He breaths, sitting up a bit before his eyes roll into the back of his head. Kyungsoo falls back like a puppet on loose strings.  

She hadn't heard from him. Oh jeez. She had been working with Jiro lately but, Kyungsoo knew he could interrupt her any time. Since he hadn't asked her for food for his fridge or even new bedding and linens she knew something was amiss. Kyungsoo was usually punctual in his once a week check in. Jianni had set it up for him the third time she saw his episodes. Sigh, noon and no call. Hurrying to his domain she tried calming herself. Pulling her spare key, she silently entered. "Soo Soo Bear?"

Kyungsoo hadn’t left his home in about a week. Since then, the days seemed to smush together. Slow seconds and sudden hours dripped by; everything was grey. Upon consciousness he would be greeted with nosebleeds, until another eventual blackout. Kyungsoo had been thinking a lot.

His apartment was a mess despite his lack of clothing and furniture. The kitchen was decorated in shards of plates, and cups, his living room strewn with pillows and cushions and his bedroom a mess of soiled sheets and blood stained pillow cases. Kyungsoo hears Jianni from the bathroom; he’s crouched in there, eyes red. 

[kyungskin]

Baekhyun's very encouraging. The assurance in his voice helps Kyungsoo ease into his seat, and listen more attentively. He nods slowly into ginger sips of his coffee as the other continues. "I think starting with a photo shoot would be fine," Kyungsoo replies and despite Baekhyun's tone, he can't but feel a little nervous. 

"Ah, I don't have a job, or any of which you just listed off," he answers, smile shy; clearly embarrassed of being without any "commitments." Though the prospect of getting paid is a pleasant surprise. Kyungsoo didn't particularly enjoy relying on his mother to keep himself afloat but, finding a job for him was difficult given his condition. Speaking of which, Kyungsoo clears his throat. "There is one thing though. I've got this.." It's difficult for Kyungsoo to find the appropriate word, and for a moment the male only gestures vaguely. "--condition? I guess you could say I'm very prone to fainting and ah, nosebleeds." 

# Muse. { Baekhyun and Kyungsoo }

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"Well, that depends on what you’re comfortable with I suppose, by the look on your face I can tell you haven’t done any modelling before." With a gentle chuckle, Baekhyun nods to himself, legs cross over atop one another  as he thinks for a moment. "I won’t make you do anything out of your comfort zone. Ultimately I’d like to keep you on for several seasons and do anything and everything! But how about we just start with a photo shoot, nice an easy? Then you can tell me if you like it… Oh and a catwalk! That would be great too… although some models don’t like doing catwalk sessions. So yet again it’s up to you." Giving a little shrug, Baekhyun hummed, mind whirring through details as he tried to keep himself under control. He was so excited now the other was a step closer to working with him. “Myself and possibly some other models will teach you anything you need to know, with a face like yours it’ll be easy. You’ll also be paid, of course. Do you have any commitments? A Job? School? Children?” his eyes raise once again, blinking at the other in a friendly matter.

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"Still, I overreacted..." His words die in his throat, knowing full well the conversation would lead nowhere if he'd persisted. Normal people didn't freak out upon merely brushing against a perfect stranger and Kyungsoo was most definitely normal-- sure. 

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Jueun looked at the male carefully trying not to touch him in anyway possible, or make sudden movement. Hearing his apologies, she just shook her head. “It’s okay, I was the one who suddenly bumped you a bit.”

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[ after my ortho appointment i made a desperate attempt to make replies but oh goodness, i got rubber bands today and my teeth hurt like hell. so instead i’m making this so i can see how well i’ve procrastinated and otherwise assure you all that i haven’t forgotten about our thread! ] 

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[kyungskin]

Kyungsoo pauses, steadying his breath and pressing the journal further into his chest as an assurance it was with him again. After a few moments, Kyungsoo finds the stranger still stood there and oh-- he must be expecting an apology. Clearing his throat, the shorter male tentatively raises his gaze. "I'm sorry about that. It was.." Kyungsoo chews on his lower lip for a moment, "..Rude of me-- yes." 

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While turning on his heel he stared at the smaller for a moment, only to nod along and pry no further; he was like that in ways too, and it was merely bothersome when people picked at your secrets, so he’d step off. “Alright, alright. My bad.” 

[kyungskin]

♛━ ultraviolence; joonmyun & kyungsoo

kjnmyn

Kyungsoo's had the same dream for two weeks now. It's a much younger version of himself, dressed in his baseball uniform, drenched in a dull, blue light; the night of his abduction. Kyungsoo has watched himself every night, a reoccurring premiere of that muggy summer evening. He's both the leading role and audience. Since then he's been waking up to blood trickling from his nostrils and staining the pillow case. His blackouts are growing more frequent also. Then one morning Kyungsoo was pleased to find his pillow case free of stains, that is until he realized he'd soiled the bed sheets. 

He's concerned to say the least but, also very happy. The dreams remain the same-- blue lights and that slimy warmth dragging over his skin-- but, with each night and freshly washed bedspread Kyungsoo's heard more. Nonetheless, he calls his mother. To his surprise, she absorbs the information without much fuss and the conversation closes. That is, until he receives a phone call the following evening. 

"But, Mother--" 

"Kyungsoo, this is for your own good. Remember that. Now, your cousin will be expecting you tomorrow morning and I'll text you his address in a bit, okay?"

There isn't much use in protesting, and Kyungsoo nods on his side of the line before adding a clipped, "Yes, Mother." She bids him good night, and Kyungsoo does also before hanging up. 

The following morning Kyungsoo finds himself undoubtedly out of place in the most high class district of Seoul. Eventually, he navigates his way to Joonmyun's front door. With mild trepidation, Kyungsoo pushes the doorbell. 

[kyungskin]

She hadn't heard from him. Oh jeez. She had been working with Jiro lately but, Kyungsoo knew he could interrupt her any time. Since he hadn't asked her for food for his fridge or even new bedding and linens she knew something was amiss. Kyungsoo was usually punctual in his once a week check in. Jianni had set it up for him the third time she saw his episodes. Sigh, noon and no call. Hurrying to his domain she tried calming herself. Pulling her spare key, she silently entered. "Soo Soo Bear?"

Kyungsoo hadn’t left his home in about a week. Since then, the days seemed to smush together. Slow seconds and sudden hours dripped by; everything was grey. Upon consciousness he would be greeted with nosebleeds, until another eventual blackout. Kyungsoo had been thinking a lot.

His apartment was a mess despite his lack of clothing and furniture. The kitchen was decorated in shards of plates, and cups, his living room strewn with pillows and cushions and his bedroom a mess of soiled sheets and blood stained pillow cases. Kyungsoo hears Jianni from the bathroom; he’s crouched in there, eyes red.