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Across the Universe‏ | Do not edit.

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Across the Universe‏ | Do not edit.

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Across the Universe‏ | Do not edit.

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oct, ‘17 / @rkjroyal​ on a street near Naeun’s apartment 

This wasn’t right. She was looking at a poster that clearly wasn’t right. 

For the past few years of her college endeavours, it would’ve been a lie to say that Naeun wasn’t lonely. She had been told time and time again that she comes off as cold and that’s why no one approaches her to make friends (and, if she was truly honest, she was simply too busy to even maintain any kind of relationship). But that’s where he came in. There was no one better than he was at soothing her: cuddling while sleeping, hanging out together and watching TV, eating meals together – it was all a dream come true. Her new cat, Artemis, was her saving grace. Until, that is, she ran across this “MISSING CAT” poster on a phone-pole near her apartment. 

The cat in the picture was obviously Artemis. There was no other way that it wasn’t – the same markings were present, the same crooked ear, and the same dumb look on the “other” cat’s face. Naeun was torn: to call the number and tell the person that they are mistaken or to disregard it and to keep Artemis all to herself. 

She sighed and pulled out her phone, punching the number onto her bright, back-lit screen.

“Hello? I’m calling about the missing cat poster.”

The fact that his dog has chosen to love another human besides him is such a betrayal to him that he does something to try and spite the puppy (who probably doesn’t even care): he gets a cat.

It’s a bit of a ‘love-at first sight’ kind of thing, really. He steps into the pet adoption agency and they exchanged looks and he’s signed and taken over care for the cat he’d so lovingly named ‘Kitty’ before the worker can even show him any of the other pets. And honestly, he doesn’t know why he hadn’t done it sooner. He’s so much more of a cat person than he is a dog person-- Kitty doesn’t need to take walks, covers up his own shit, and doesn’t bark at random things passing by the window. 

That’s why he feels even more betrayed when even this creature that was seemingly made to suit his lifestyle and personality decides to walk out and disappear on him too. 

Just like everyone else, really.

But he didn’t give up. After a few weeks of waiting to see if Kitty would ever come back, he decides to put up posters. It’s something that’s completely out of his comfort zone, but he figures-- what else does he really have left to lose at this point? Another week or so passes before he finally gets something, just as he’s spending another night alone, no one but his dog and his turtle and his dog to keep him company-- both of them asleep. 

It takes him a few second to register what the caller is talking about-- he almost didn’t expect anyone to call back, in a city as big and as populated as Seoul, who would really care about returning one cat to its owner? But he was wrong; it’s a nice surprise, really. 

“Yeah, uh...you found Kitty? How’s he doing? Is he okay?”

* missing

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rkhanbin:

his first thought is to scan his surroundings—a reality check of sorts. he watches the second hand on the clock make its way around once before the minute hand moves forward one space. pushing his hand against the counter doesn’t allow him to phase through it and the fact that his lungs crave oxygen within a minute of depriving them disproves his first thought.

hanbin isn’t dreaming.

this left only one reasonable explanation: he was mistaken. however, the longer he examines the boy’s face—only mere seconds at a time throughout his shift—the more certain he becomes that this is no mistake. there, in an apron matching his, is kim jonghyun.

his mind is suddenly bombarded with a flurry of thoughts and he can’t help but think back to their last encounter—how jonghyun had given no warning that it would be their last and how hanbin had toggled between being angry at the other for cutting him off and being worried that he had somehow angered him.

while trying to determine if jonghyun had always been there and how inattentive he had to have been to not notice sooner, hanbin considers ducking out. however, something instructs him otherwise. perhaps a silly hope that jonghyun would put his mind to ease.

and with a name he attempts to reach out, “jonghyun…? kim jonghyun?”

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Same shit, different day. 

Hardly anything exciting ever happens in Jonghyun’s life. Too many routines. Mostly similar faces here and there. Just the way he likes it. Seoul feels different yet familiar to him at this point-- it’s a feeling he couldn’t describe if he wanted to. It’s just enough to keep him at his toes yet comfortable in his skin at the same time. It’s not quite home, not yet-- but it’s getting there. 

He serves the same customer who gets the same thing everyday; something about other people who have their own routines give him comfort-- but this-- this is anything but. He turns around slowly when he hears his name being called; he’s usually good at remembering whose voice is whose, but this one is new. Probably one of the newer staff members around. Probably no one important.

“Yes?”

A face that looks familiar yet strange at the same time. 

It’s not until he squints at the name tag-- a ‘Kim Hanbin’ it reads, that it hits him. He hasn’t been great at showing his emotions, and this is one of the very few times he’s been grateful for it because holy shit. Out of all the places. Out of all the people. He would have already cursed under his breath if he was the type to curse, but instead, he keeps his composure and deals with the situation the same way he deals with everything else. Aloof and indifferent. 

“...do you need something?”

The fact that the other male has been staring at him with those eyes only confirms his suspicion that this has to be that Hanbin; he’s a much older, a more mature version of the boy-- the friend-- he’d left behind years ago, but he’s still got the same eyes, the same nose. Just. A little different. He squints at the name tag again just to make sure he’s seeing things right-- and, as if to rub salt into what he’d like to think were wounds he’d inflicted long ago,

“Kim...Hongbin, is it? Never seen you around before. Better get moving before it gets busy.” 

Maybe he’ll manage to shake him off-- maybe. 

ghost.

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            “   STAY AWAY FROM ME.   ”                          “ …. BUT I DON’T WANT TO.   ”

                                                            🌸

                                                         …. did you actually want a rose -coloured life?       

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171022 where you at | jr

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promise [part one]

He’s been called into a meeting after school with one of Sarang’s teachers and the school principal. He doesn’t know what his sister’s done, but he’s prepared for the worst. 

But the ten year old is sitting just as cluelessly as he is beside him, and he’s grown tired of the thick silence in the room. He lets out an exasperated sigh, grasping Sarang’s hand in his firmly before he finally decides to say something. 

“If you’re not gonna tell me what we’re in here for, we’re leaving. We have things to do at home and--”

“Sarang, what’s the square root of 5,287?’

The ten year old pauses for a second, and Jonghyun is confused.

“72.7″

Still, Jonghyun is confused by the seemingly random question thrown at his sister, not even blinking an eye at the answer she had provided. 

“What--”

“No ordinary ten year old can do the things your sister does, Mr. Kim,”

He knows.

“Your point is?”

“Our school isn’t appropriate for her-- she should be going to one of those fancy schools in Seou--”

“No.”

“But the potential--”

“No.”

“As her guardian, you must think about what’s best for--”

But he doesn’t listen to the rest. Doesn’t want to say more in front of his little sister who understands far too much than he intends her to. He grabs her tightly by the hand and pulls her our of that office, out of that school, all the while trying to keep the bubbling rage inside him. She is special, he’s known that the moment he first held her in his arms-- but he also knew that there was no way, nothing at all that would ever make him part with her. She’s one of the few things he has left. 

“Oppa, don’t cry--”

He doesn’t even realize it, tries to quickly wipe them away because the last thing he needs is for her to see him like this. 

“I’m sorry, Sarang.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

“No one will ever take you away from me, okay?”

“...you won’t let them put me in those stupid schools in the city?”

“No. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

He gets down on one knee to face her at eye level, managing a small smile across his lips as he links their pinkies together, hers small and fragile against his. 

“Pinky promise.”

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[`text to cuddles: hey are you up? [` text to cuddles: I can’t believe my contact name for you was ever cuddles [`text to cuddles: I know it was meant to be ironic but I’m still laughing [`text to cuddles: i’m still not 100% sure I’ve forgiven you for running off to your own little island and not taking me with you [`text to cuddles: my sunflowers died ages ago what the hell man [`text to cuddles: p.s. what am I doing I have no idea what I’m doing

–

He’s usually dead tired by this time– and don’t get him wrong, every fiber of his being is practically screaming for some sleep right now, but he’s been busy helping out with end of season clean ups at the inn and getting Sarang ready for school soon that he’s suddenly found himself with too many things on his mind to manage any semblance of good sleep. It’s been a while since he’s slipped back into his old life and his old routines– old habits are hard to break, after all.

He finds his best friend in the same state that he’s in– too tired to function but too awake to sleep– curled up with Lulu on the bed not too far away from him. The cool night breeze is soothing, at least, and he closes his eyes in hopes to find refuge in sleep soon. What he doesn’t expect is a vibrate– two– three– four? he’s lost count– from the cell phone resting on the same window ledge he’s sitting at, stirring him from his moment’s rest with its constant bzz bzz against wood and chipping white paint. At first he thinks it’s Baekho’s, but when he opens his eyes to complain and finds his best friend looking at him expectantly, he’s greeted with an ‘aren’t you going to check those?’

And he does– much to his confusion– because he can list the people who actually contact him at all with one hand, and the only one who would ever do it at this hour is sitting in the same room as he is. His confusion melts away into…more confusion when he sees the name of the sender and ‘six new messages’ glowing in bold letters on his screen. There is no hesitation when he finally opens to check the messages, however, his fingers driven by a sense of euphoria that he hasn’t felt in a while. (he hates that he loves it, really) His replies come just as quickly:

[ txt : sunflower ] hey this is jr, not on my phone at the moment, please leave a message after the beep

[ txt : sunflower ] beep

[ txt : sunflower ] who is this again?

[ txt : sunflower ] I told you you were welcome to come any time you wanted, but you never came

[ txt : sunflower ] You could tell me to get you any time and I would

[ txt : sunflower ] The ocean still reminds me of you

[ txt : sunflower ] lol too bad you sold your soul to the devil, you kinda need one of those to visit this place, sorry

[ txt : sunflower ] sorry i haven’t brought you any new ones since then

[ txt : sunflower ] don’t you have someone else to bring you flowers anyway? I hope you do

[ txt : sunflower ] yeah they’re kind of not supposed to last what do you want me to do about it?

[ txt : sunflower ] keeping me up when I have to be up early tomorrow, that’s what

[ txt : sunflower ] do you need anything?

He looks back up to a shit-eating grin from Baekho, and a ‘your girlfriend text you?’ in a sing-song voice. ‘you know, I can tell because your face always lights up a certain way and–’ but his best friend doesn’t even get to finish the sentence before a pillow is hurled at his face, earning an unmistakably tired laugh from the other male. 

Old habits really are hard to break, after all. 

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hiatus

so i sent in the notice on the main, and this rly shouldn’t even be much of a surprise bc i haven’t been doing replies or anything lately anyway (or ever, really) weeps bUT I’m putting both joey and jr on hiatus til I figure some shit out with life and all that fun stuff so if anyone’s waiting on me for threads (aka everyone) I am gomen I’ll get to them when I get back and hopefully by then I’m not such a mess!!!

p.s. I’ll still be on aim if anyone needs me tho so o/

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[ txt : yeeun ] no I don’t

[ txt : yeeun ] I’m gonna take that as a no

[ txt : yeeun ] ok 

( sms to : guitar hero ) u love me a little too i think

( sms to : guitar hero )  im desperate and i have no cash

( sms to : guitar hero )  ill give you my card

( sms to : guitar hero ) buy yourself something nice

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[ txt : yeeun ] I’m very much real 

[ txt : yeeun ] of course I don’t

[ txt : yeeun ] gross

[ txt : yeeun ] does it matter what kind or

[ txt : yeeun ] how much are you paying me for this

( sms to : guitar hero ) you’re fucking unreal

( sms to : guitar hero ) of course you don’t

( sms to : guitar hero ) love you so much

( sms to : guitar hero )  i’m waiting here

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( sms to : guitar hero ) are you busy ( sms to : guitar hero ) wanna smoke? ( sms to : guitar hero ) i'll pay you anything ( sms to : guitar hero ) please ;( ( sms to : guitar hero ) i'm not far from the café

[ txt : yeeun ] just finished a run  

[ txt : yeeun ] ...I don’t smoke but I can get you some 

[ txt : yeeun ] k

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