#⁺˚*･༓☾ zhong jie-gou ➟ headcanon ☽༓･*˚

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* & INSPO .

as briefly mentioned before… here are a few birthdays

seojun - february 18

chanyeol - april 8

eun - april 30

ari - june 15

ilseul - august 4

insung - september 10

jie - october 28

chinmae - december 20

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did you know that opossums have around 50 teeth? they also eat a fuck ton of ticks and really help curb lyme disease tag drop

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* & DRABBLE — WAKEY, WAKEY, EGGS AND BAKEY .

It’s the mid afternoon when the sun shines at it’s brightest, unrelenting and adamant; a perfect guide to remind him that it’s time to wake Jie up. The bedroom door creaked quietly upon entering, his footsteps near silent as he made his way towards the bedside. The human sized lump on the bed laid smack middle of the mattress, undisturbed and peacefully sleeping.

Ilseul took a moment to take it in. The giant frame of one of his past best friend and unrequited love. The tufts of hair that poked out from the top of the blanket while the rest of Jie laid tucked under the thick covers. A moment passed just like that. Picture perfect, still as a hot summer’s day without a hint of any breeze. Then he interrupted it with a hand laid on the other’s blanket clad shoulder to gently shake the slumbering.

“Jie,” he said softly, only pausing his hand when there was movement to signal that the other started to stir.

A small, muffled noise was made as the figure curled in on themselves a bit more. Clearly not wanting to roused.

“Jie,” Ilseul said again, this time peeling back the top of the blanket to expose the sunlight to the other’s covered world.

There was an instant scrunch to the other’s face, full of disgruntlement as they tried to pull the pillow over their head.

“Hey, it’s 3 p.m. and you haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. It’s time to get up.” He started to lean over as he spoke, wanting to catch the finer details of Jie’s face.

Jie turned his head to squint, features still unfocused and completely bleary. Yet that only lasted for a second before Jie suddenly held him by the forearm; eyes snapped wide open and somehow clear. “Are you okay?” They asked, ignoring the terrible scratch in his voice. The only thing that he cared about was the wave of worry that filled his conscious in a second flat.  

Stunned, Ilseul didn’t move. He just stared back wholly confused and quiet. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked slowly after a moment.

Wrong answer.

Something flashed behind those eyes. Confusion maybe, Ilseul thought to himself — hoped that stayed the case. Any sort of familiarity formed between who he is now and who he used to be couldn’t be bridged. Painful as it is, he can only spectate from a half step back; could only observe how the brief change behind Jie’s eyes dulled and strayed away from confused urgency.

The hold on his arm lessened a fraction before a sigh followed. “What time is it?” Jie chose to ask, his gaze adverted in search of a clock.

“Three o’four. Just made lunch,” Ilseul replied back with a monotone drag of his words. That wasn’t to say that it lacked feeling. There were undertones of softness in there; ones that reached Jie judging by the way tension bled out of the other’s body.

“I’ll carry you.” He wasn’t sure where the idea came from, but it caused Jie to look at him curiously.

“Carry me,” Jie echoed, disbelieving and hesitant, but still curious all the same. “All six-two of me— out of here and downstairs.”

A hint of a smile twitched upon his lips. “Technically six-five on a good hair day, but that’s what I said and I mean everything I say,” Ilseul said resolutely. His words earned him a funny look mixed between a surprised scowl and a mirrored expression of humor.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Jie scoffed back, though he went to loop an arm around Ilseul neck in spite of his words.

“It’s called being honest.” Yet Ilseul couldn’t help but wonder when that honesty could reach past the thick veil of his hidden past. When would he be able to answer Jie’s question with complete understanding and sincerity — if ever. Yet, until then, all he could do was scoop Jie up and live out his days pretending to be none the wiser. 

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* & HEADACANON — JIE & ILSEUL .

.... there’s no good way to say this, but the stars line up too perfectly to not go with it—

ilseul, known as yang sehun then, is the best friend that jie lost. he’s the one that went missing and sent jie into a frenzy because he wouldn’t just disappear like that. 

and jie was right. 

sehun didn’t disappear by his own volition, but there’s no way ilseul can ever let jie know. he can’t tell that grieving man that it’s him. that, while the whole ordeal of being kidnapped and killed was, well, horribly traumatizing, he’s back. it’s the price ilseul has to pay for having another chance at life and quite frankly? it kills him.

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*& HEADCANON .

jie’s usually an early riser, but on the rare days off where he lets himself sleep in.. he has a habit of draping his blanket around himself to sleepily do things ( whenever he gets out of bed ). kind of loosely burritos himself yknow?

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* & HEADCANON — JIE & JOEL .

i never really expanded on their friendship so here are some highlights to it!

mentioned before, but they did have their own garage band back in the day ( before everything fell to shit in their respective lives ). and if the salty dogs are ever to get back together again.. this would be what they’d perform & this too.

jie is able to carry a conversation in korean, and joel is able to do the same in chinese. it’s one of the main ways they both communicated to the other’s parents when growing up!

while jie knows about joel’s friend passing / his spiral into alcoholism, joel doesn’t know the full details about what happened with jie’s family. he knows of the unfortunate circumstances that made the news ( the same goes with his friend ), but doesn’t pry further. 

they’re dumb and dumber whenever hanging out together. 

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* & HEADCANONS – MISC .

oryn is fond of traditional tea sets. he also values the time of making / enjoying a full pot and sees it as almost sacred since it’s one of the very few moments where he can truly unwind and reflect honestly with himself. 

chinmae is ass deep in wordle and he’s stupidly good at it. loves word puzzles of any kind and can often be seen scribbling away with a crossword book between deliveries. 

if you gift chinmae something at any time ( but especially during a delivery ), he will be more likely to influence some good luck in your near future. 

minji is, in fact, like a second mother to chinmae and does take up most of the other deliveries to those that are in her favor. 

leaning into chanyeol’s secret hobby of making pottery. if he notices that there’s a dish or cup chipped in your cabinets, there’s really good chance he won’t come empty handed next time. some set of dishware made by his own hands will be offered ( in the usual chanyeol standoffish way, don’t worry ) and the quality / presentation of giftwrapping is often mistaken as him just buying it at some store. 

as avid cooks, eun and suhyeon often trade recipes online but have never met in person ( yay cooking forums ).

jie and joel used to have their own garage band waaaay back in the day. jie manned the drums and joel belted out the vocals and guitar. they were called the salty dogs. 

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rcppled crew tag drop .