rmjiwon

[rmjiwon]

( JIYUL )

/ ` it’s easy to worry. jiyul has been worrying about things since the day his power manifested. how he’d control it, how it’d look, how his parents would see him. his admission into gumi only included more worries –  how he’d be able to keep his powers hidden throughout the games. how he’d fair in a sea of powered students that weren’t crippled by their affliction. or more recently, the fact that his younger brother had been avoiding him. of course, like the dutiful caring brother, jiyul had allotted jiwon however much space he needed (a lot, mind you, a lot and for a very long time). 

that being said, now. now, in the aftermath of the race (the very one that he willfully slept through). now, he had to make sure he was okay. / jiwon!  / ` calls out as soon as he spots the tuft of hair, suddenly self conscious (fidgeting) with the way his fingers run through his hair. once, twice. and he’s standing in front of him. / hey. / ` jiyul bites back the urge to fuss, concern visible on his face. / are you doing okay? did you get through the race alright? you’re not hurt are you?

( / the aftermath of the race leaves him with an unimaginable ache. it gnaws at his side and while he isn’t surprised, considering the events of the race, he’d done a remarkable job at keeping a level expression about it during his cabin’s trek across the waters. ) ( / it’s only after they’ve arrived on the island that jiwon feels the full brunt of it. ) ( / absentmindedly, he’d over-expended himself during the race and in the end, a part of his side had crumbled into nothing. it’d reformed promptly after, but the pain is still there, powerfully poignant even as he bites his tongue through it. ) ( / he wants nothing more than to retire for the day, and maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll even sleep through the bonfire, entirely undisturbed. ) ( / as soon as he considers his options, he hears a familiar voice call his name. ) 

( / he should leave. turn around, offer a wave, and then leave. )

hyung. ( / the worried expression on jiyul’s face bleeds into each and every one of his features. his older brother’s always worn his heart on his sleeve and it tugs at jiwon’s own, like it’s asking for him to give in, to play the part of family instead of pushing jiyul away. ) ( / old habits really do die hard. jiwon lapses into as controlled an expression as he can manage. ) i’m fine. ( / he lies, not to keep jiyul in the shadows, but because he isn’t certain if he’s ready to omit that much to his brother. ) i’m just tired. day started too early for me. ( / jiwon offers a minuscule, carefully constructed smile. ) ( / the tenderness of his bones twists into something that almost elicits a grimace. he swallows it back. ) looks like you’re okay. how was it? probably a cinch, huh? 

pink + white

[rmjiwon]

‘ beta love ,

( + @rmyejin )

( / he’s cold. ) ( / ideally, he’d be closer to the fire instead of dwelling away from the crowd, but tonight, he chooses observation over physical warmth. the sun is setting slowly, creeping beneath the horizon, and as the lights around the bonfire dim, the embers flicker erratically, illuminating expressions and features until his entire periphery is like oil and watercolor merging. ) ( / it’s nice seeing people let their guards down, if only a sliver. before the initiates begin to dive into their show-and-tell, there’s a lull of stretched peace. ) ( / he shifts then, making his exit from the strands of people lingering on the outskirts of the parameters. there is no destination in mind. he merely figures time would be better spent making sure his initiates, other hellion members, were easing well into the group and not causing trouble. ) ( / jiwon is careful to avoid encounter with people he knows are better avoided. he’s good at keeping his distance so long as there’s quiet, mutual assurance. if there’s cooperation, there’s no obstacle in looking the other way when he catches sight of yejin a few feet ahead of him. ) ( / she seems like she’s in a situation she isn’t enjoying, swarmed by a handful of young, boyish initiates peppering her with questions. he’d like to walk by without second glance, but it’s stupid -- his heart always yields when it comes to her. ) hey. ( / he slows to a stop beside yejin, paying little heed to the strangers collected around her. jiwon is purposeful as he gestures to her empty hand with his head, chin jutting forward slightly. ) not drinking? 

[rmjiwon]

✆@&

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

( sms, xu junhao )      good morning( sms, xu junhao )      probably have a bad hangover, don’t you?( sms, xu junhao )      drink a lot of water 

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

( sms, xu junhao )      so ( sms, xu junaho )      how close exactly are you with my brother?

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

( sms, xu junhao )      don’t push yourself too hard( sms, xu junhao )      better to be healthy and happy 

[rmjiwon]

rpmememaker‌:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[rmjiwon]

sorry to fall off the face of the planet. something came up, but i’m very much so back and would love to plot/chat with everyone as i re-situate myself. thank you for your patience!

[rmjiwon]

[rmjiwon]

( sms — jiwonnie ) lets meet up! ( sms — jiwonnie ) i'm sure my cabin can handle it ( sms — jiwonnie ) unless you are busy with your friends... ( sms — jiwonnie ) which is also fine :) ( sms — jiwonnie ) dw i will be careful so my cute lil brother doesn't worry

 ( sms, hyung )     nah i can probably say hi ( sms, hyung )     haven't seen you in a while ( sms, hyung )     ... i'm not worried ( sms, hyung )     i know you can take care of yourself

[rmjiwon]

( sms — jiwonnie ) i always have time for you though ?? ( sms — jiwonnie ) no, not really—i lost track of my cabin but, it’s okay haha ( sms — jiwonnie ) are you racing? be careful. watch where you’re stepping, the path is rigged with booby traps

 ( sms, hyung )     sure ( sms, hyung )     do you want to meet up? or are you catching up to your cabin? ( sms, hyung )     should probably buddy up with someone. it's no joke ( sms, hyung )     you be careful too

[rmjiwon]

( sms — jiwonnie ) did you remember to pack sunscreen? bug repellent? allergy medicine? ( sms — jiwonnie ) i know you don’t have allergies but better safe than sorry :-)

 ( sms, hyung )     ...yes ( sms, hyung )     you don't have to check up on me like this, you know ( sms, hyung )     shouldn't you be busy right now?

[rmjiwon]

‘ dog days ,

( + @rmyeseul @rmjongil )

( / he wakes up to the acrid smell of smoke, and it isn’t until it starts coiling in his lungs that he jumps to a start, a dream within a dream of an announcement he most definitely heard in jiyeon’s voice warring with his alcohol and drug-induced hangover to be the primary cause of his present headache. ) ( / right, that’s not the point. the point is that the game’s already started, he’s already behind, and there’s only one body knocked out on in his vicinity when there should be two. ) fuck. ( / he groans, feeling particularly and uncomfortably suffocated as he roots through the near-empty cabin, one hand clutching the strap of his equipment in a fist and the other hovering over yeseul’s shoulder. ) hey, c’mon, wake up! we have to get going. grab your shit— ( / he grabs the bag for her, fumbling with his free hand for his cell phone, wedging it between his ear and his shoulder as he takes in his surroundings. ) ( / a door nearly burnt to a crisp, the proximal walls scorched, flames still licking the old paint job. ( definitely yejin. ) a smashed window they could take advantage of. an empty bed that jongil would, on a good day, actually be in. ) ( / he reaches his hand out, presses his palms to the corner of the shattered window and watches impatiently as it whittles away into dust, the opening made larger and his phone still ringing, unanswered. ) hello? jongil? where are you? can you make it back within thirty seconds or can you meet us? (/ us has an odd ring to it, but jiwon supposes unplanned fires and dangerous races at four-thirty in the morning are good circumstances for an unlikely team to be born. )

[rmjiwon]

‘ kiss with a fist ,

( + @rmdanbi )

it’s an odd hour, caught between sunset and the brisk pursuit of evening. time passes by at a different pace in the hellion dormitory building and jiwon’s idle thoughts are accompanied with the cold chill that seems to loom over his shoulders with each step he paces in his near-empty bedroom. the insistent trembling of his phone clings onto his attention, if only for a fleeting moment; his gaze falls from the leaf of the plant he’s been analyzing caught between two fingertips to the tightly-zipped bundle of something special resting on the corner of his bed. 

he’s already pleasantly loose, his mind unraveled even as he does one final scan of his parameters before tiptoeing out, the door shuddering to a close behind him. there’s a numbness to his body that he’s grown particularly fond of over the past few months. the strains are getting better and better with each new development and while he enjoys spending his time alone with white noise, there are days when he thinks he might actually prefer danbi’s company. 

“hey, you got a light?” is the first thing he says, nothing short of a customary greeting between existences that have intermingled for far too long for formalities. jiwon doesn’t bother knocking, only peeks his head in through the door after letting himself into a room he’s grown well-acquainted with over time. “i busted my lighter this morning and figured you’d have one, so i didn’t bother digging for another one.” 

the easy smile on his lips lingers even as he tosses a favorite past-time onto her bed, falling atop the mattress beside it, hands folded atop his stomach, eyes fixed to the ceiling. out of the corner of his eye, danbi looks like a fickle flame, bright and unchanging. he lets out a soft hum, lets his eyelids shutter to a close, and then figures he might as well start the evening's festivities off with the question he's been mulling over since it first went un-answered.

“so, why’d you ask about my brother?” 

[rmjiwon]

hey guys! sorry i’ve been so slow with ims TT if you’re waiting on me for a reply and you’re looking to plot (+ don’t mind adding me first), my discord is yunie#8430. 

hello hello i’m yun and i’m happy to officially be here. this is jiwon. 

( profile / biography / plots )

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[rmjiwon]

( kkt: ₩ ) boy you sure ask a lot about your brother for someone who "don't give a fuck" about him ( kkt: ₩ ) now why are you thinking about that! ( kkt: ₩ ) don't be mean ( kkt: ₩ ) yeah come over when you're done ( kkt: ₩ ) bring the goods!

 ( sms, ㅗ )     hey :( what if it's you i care about? ( sms, ㅗ )     saw the dent in my wall from that night and remembered. good times ( sms, ㅗ )     ok i picked up a new strain and it was nice ( sms, ㅗ )     fucked up my arm for a bit when it wore off tho. sorta still numb ( sms, ㅗ )     unlock your door in 10 :)

[rmjiwon]

( kkt: ₩ ) anyway ( kkt: ₩ ) wyd ( kkt: ₩ ) i'm bored :-'(

 ( sms, ㅗ )     why did you ask about my brother ( sms, ㅗ )     ………………… ( sms, ㅗ )     brushing my teeth lol thinking about that time i accidentally threw a shoe at your forehead ( sms, ㅗ )     let's do something

[rmjiwon]

( kkt: ₩ ) is your brother single ( kkt: ₩ ) nvm lol i really asked that like i cared

 ( sms, ㅗ )      …what ( sms, ㅗ )     literally what the fuck ( sms, ㅗ )     what are you planning

[rmjiwon]

hello hello i’m yun and i’m happy to officially be here. this is jiwon. 

( profile / biography / plots )

he’s a third-year mathematics student, vice-captain of hellion, highkey depressed, and your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. the drug he distributes is a mutation enhancing inhalant. hit him up if you’re reckless and interested. he uses it himself to keep his own mutation (disintegration) at bay, actually, and he’s candid enough to tell you about his experience with it. you can also find him serving very rowdy uni students and intoxicated office workers at a local pocha in his downtime. 

jiwon’s a pretty easygoing guy, not judgmental in the slightest, and fundamentally friendly if you manage to strike up a conversation with him. he’s not the type to go out of his way to meet new people, and as chill as he is with others, he much prefers his alone time or time spent with better friends. he’s uncomfortable with vulnerability, which unfortunately manifests in him pushing away the help of a lot of people. the days he disappears off of campus are usually days he’s spending locked up in his room due to the negative impacts of his mutation or for other health-related reasons. 

the only thing he really takes seriously at the moment is hellion. he’s trying to make a name for himself as a metaphorical fuck-you to his parents and the name doesn’t necessarily have to be a positive one -- but somehow he’s managed to worm his way into the vice-captain position of hellion and hey, he really wants to see the legacy thrive even if it means he’s gotta sweat a little more. 

that’s about it for jiwon. he’s a sad sack dude with a lot of issues but at least he’s friendly, right??? 

unfortunately, i don’t really use discord all too much, but if you’d like to plot, feel free to like this post and i’ll hit you up via tumblr im. if you’d, for whatever reason, really prefer discord, maybe we can figure something out.

[rmjiwon]