#247taemin

[247jiae-blog]

sprained and possessed

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Jiae hadn’t known Taemin for very long, but since their last encounter not so long ago, the two seemed to get along fairly well. So it came as no surprise when the two had agreed to meet up and go to the Everland Horror Village. 

“You know, these kinds of things are always exciting,” she said as they entered the park, in awe of the decorations around them. “I think Halloween and Christmas are the holidays people go all out for with this stuff, but with Halloween you can just really get into it, you know?”

Jiae had looked over the attractions beforehand and she had a fairly good idea of things she was interested in, but now that they were here, it was hard to decide where she wanted to go first. 

“So, Taemin-ah, what do you want to do first? Shall we go to an attraction? Do you want food first? Do you want to just keep walking around for now? We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”

[247krp]

— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Lee Taemin, spotted prancing about in the Southeast Side. I remember seeing him with The Drama Queens back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say perfectionistand guilty? Apparently now he spends time as a soloist under K.S entertainment, and keeps skeletons buried at Macheon Hill Gated Community, 503 . But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Mr. Everything; we missed you so.

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

whether it came to marks, popularity, or drama, his passion – taemin always had to be the best. he came into the school knowing exactly what was expected of him and did everything he possibly could to live up to those expectations. whenever he failed, he took it too personally - enough to blackmail or manipulate his teachers into changing his marks. he did it one, for the simple gratification that comes from knowing you’re the best, and two, because if he didn’t his parents would scorn him.

throughout his high school life, taemin remained active in the catholic church his parents were a part of; and so maintained a fairly pure reputation. from the start of high school, he dated a pretty young girl from his church, someone his parents set him up with – the intent was for them to one day get married.

but over time, taemin grew more and more unhappy. he had literally everything he could ask for – money, good looks, a nice girl to hang on his arm. however. he couldn’t help but question the feelings growing for some of his classmates… particularly the ones that were male.

“to be gay is to be evil, taemin. are we clear?”

“yes, sir.”

homosexuality was unnatural, disgusting, unacceptable. taemin agreed. even though he never understood why girls never made him feel the way boys did. he hated himself for it, but sometimes he found himself sinking so low as to spend nights with other boys, doing questionable things backstage after rehearsals…

but none of it was real, or so he thought; it was all just experimentation. taemin felt guilty, but not enough to break things off with his girlfriend. until a fellow student found out about his thing with the male drama teacher – and his precious reputation was threatened. taemin bribed them to stay quiet so gossip girl wouldn’t find out, but he left cheongnam with the feeling of his sins crawling up his back.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

taemin is a star at k.s entertainment – korea’s favourite pretty boy. his experience with acting in high school comes in handy, because thanks to his agents taemin gets practically any role in any drama his company wants him in. however, he’s basically a slave to the company, unable to make any decisions for himself. but that’s okay – by now he’s used to being controlled. he likes it better that way; last time he allowed himself to make decisions it ended up in – well, him doing some very bad things, things he fears he can’t ever be forgiven for.

you’ll hardly find taemin out and about because of his strict duty to uphold his reputation; but he does enjoy sneaking out in disguise to clubs every now and then. he still considers himself religious, but secretly fears that he’s going to hell for what he’s done (what he still does.), that it’s too late to repent. so, rather than accepting himself he projects his insecurities onto others, being very judgemental and righteous when in reality, he’s a hypocrite.

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

taemin was born to two rich and successful parents in the acting industry, and so was shoved into the world of theatrics at a very early age. his mother and father were members of the catholic church, and therefore so was he. taemin was their precious little golden child, their prodigy; he got used to being praised constantly and thoughtlessly – he got used to being told that he’s perfect. .

but it was hard to live up to his parents’ standards. the instant taemin said or did something imperfect, he was scolded heavily, punished for being sub-par. this instilled in him a sort of paranoia, an intent to be the best he can be at literally everything even when it isn’t for his parents’ approval.

taemin was raised in a sheltered way, due to his parents’ celebrity status he couldn’t just go to school and live his life as a normal kid. as such, his perspective on things have been very closed-minded and narrow, something that shows in the arrogance with which he holds himself, looking down his nose at anyone he deems below him. (which is pretty much everyone.) because when you’re told as a child that you’re special, you seriously start to believe it.

[247jinri-blog]

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🎶it was love - zico (ft. luna of f(x))

your smile to me was very prettybut your heart never made an expression

when i you showed me your woundsbut refuse to be healedi thought, ‘there’s is nothing i can do, i’m tired’

something i could pretend never happened, when time passesi thought i was crazy for a momentbut it was love, it was lovelooking at it now, i had lovedwords and actions that weren’t like myselfmy heart running wild on its ownit was love, it was lovethere was once something more precious than myself

[247seulgi-blog]

*REPETITION

@247taemin

* edge art gallery, to put it best, is seulgi’s playpen. laden with figures with money who scoring a yearly salary of delicious looking numbers. specifically men too, might she add, has a good row with their numbers too. and her assumptions aren’t incorrect -- men in overpriced blazers and egyptian cotton sauntering round the gallery only come to look at art to buy art. 

men who can afford the overpriced contemporary pieces (and appreciate them, of course, she mustn’t leave that detail out). receptionist isn’t too much of a flashy, get-go, high salary job but the men with high up exec. positions in samsung, hyundai, kitec blah, blah, blah, keeps her head afloat well and good. 

call her gold digger, as if that’s a new one she hasn’t heard. 

glass door swings open and padded footsteps of (probably expensive) oxfords make their echoes sound through the gallery. an eye flashes up, seulgi’s got to keep tabs on prospective clients, that’s her job isn’t it? 

decked in well-dressed attire, she grimaces. lee taemin, in his glory, as if she could get away from him. (actually no, as if he had the power to get away from her, the last she remembered she still had him angry, swooning and heaving for sex.) 

apparently he’s picked himself up, and made a name for himself. 

and gosh, she does likes boys who have a branded name, that’s her type anyways. 

“lee taemin? oh my, it really is you.” the cliched receptionist pencil skirt doing her favours (she knows it after bumping some cute songwriter eyeing her down). the grimace, is replaced with a jarring smile, a bit too wide and forcefully stretched but nonetheless, still as gorgeous as ever. that’s kang seulgi for you.

click, click, click. goes her heels and their proximity is a little familiar. (seulgi remembers back in the day this closeness would drive their hormones screaming for... well, you know.) “i guess you can’t get enough of me can you?” 

she won’t be surprised if he came back, drooling after her cute extortion tactics. little boys love playing tag, even when they keep losing. maybe it’s an ego thing, not like seulgi minds, taemin is cute so she doesn’t mind going for another run. (she likes being all sweaty and huffy with taem.) 

[247iya-blog]

[ msg → yoong ] sorry about calling you for pizza last night [ msg → yoong ] i got you and the delivery number mixed up

kim taem >

that’s fine

it’s v comforting to know that i’m one number off from receiving all of pizza pizza’s calls

as long as you saved some of that meat lovers w/ extra meat for me, we’re all good

[247jiyong]

"I think it’s broken.”

Starter sentences

Jiyong was no IT specialist, so whenever he managed to fix something, it was usually by pure accident (and maybe with a small help of luck). Getting a call from Taemin with the most detailed description of black screen which didn’t react to any of the buttons being pushed, made it hard for him to refrain from laughing out loud but he took a quick stroll to his place to give vent to his stifled curiosity. Not all heroes wear capes, they say.

And indeed, the laptop looked as lifeless as Napoleon Bonaparte himself. Trying each button as well when the male was explaining the problem all over again, he came across the charger’s cable which was connected with the computer. Jiyong kept on taking it out and putting in back in before he trailed the wire and got to its beginning — and therefore, to the solution. “Did you maybe try…” Quirking an eyebrow, he held up the plug and let out a chuckle under his breath. “To put it in the electric socket?”

[247bambam-blog]

(+ tm)

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                                                                            AUGUST 2015.

Fun fact of the day: Bambam hates public transportation. He abhors the notion of paying – paying money – not an insignificant amount either! – to sit among strangers for several minutes in an old, uncomfortable sort of car. Perhaps because he has been on his own for such a long time, and even back in Thailand he was never surrounded by people like his siblings were, the idea of sitting still among so many people in complete silence is ghastly to him. It reminds him of school. Shiver.

The point is, unless he’s broken a heel in the streets, or has to get across town for some reason, Bambam walks everywhere. Which means that, if he’s going to somewhere for the first time, he’s almost always irreversibly late.

Today, unfortunately, is not an exception; he’s a whole hour late for an audition. Not any audition: a an audition for his dream job. The most important audition he’ll ever have in his life.

And he’s late. Thanks, Google Maps. Thanks, plataform shoes.

He reaches his destiny sweaty, tired, his legs cramping and his breath short from pretty much running around for the last fifteen minutes. Momentarily blinded by relief, he leans over the nearest surface to take a breather, but said nearest surface happens to be the club’s large, moderately light swinging doors. They’re unlocked. There he goes, tumbling ungracefully into the club, face meeting the ground before his knees.

He’s not on one of his best days.

Well, nevermind that. Since he’s already in... uh, since half of his body is already in, he might as well get up, get fully inside, and make a mad dash to wherever the audition is taking place. Maybe he can still make it! With that thought in mind, he sprints to his feet with unseen strength, and sets his path into the club.

At the next door in the way, right in the end of the hallway Bambam is currently walking down, stands a bouncer. Upon seeing the volumous man, Bambam hesitates – but soon straightens his spine, clears his throat, and holds his chin up.

“Excuse me,” he calls out once the bouncer is within earshot. “I’m here for the dancer audition.”

The Bouncer turns his head to stare right into Bambam’s eyes. Yikes. Bambam can feel the judgement.

“The audition started long ago.”

“I know,” Bambam grins his most brilliant grin. “I’m a little late.”

The bouncer just stares.

“Look.” It’s time to amp things up. Bambam removes his sunglasses, revealing his sharp winged eyeliner and flawless contouring. That’ll do the trick! “I have an afternoon job, and my boss just wouldn’t let me off earlier. I’m sure there’s a lot of people auditioning, I can just slip inside and no one will notice. What do you think?”

“The audition is almost over...” the bouncer is visibly suspicious, but also at a loss.

“And that’s why we need to be quick here,” Bambam chuckles a bit viciously. “Now, would you tell me where I should go?”

There’s an imaginary clock ticking inside Bambam’s head as the bouncer stares at him a bit dumbfoundedly. If only this meatloaf would step aside...

“I... I’ll talk to the manager,” the bouncer guarantees him, and Bambam is becoming convinced his eyes are always just that empty. Turning his back to Bambam, the man pushes the door open, and walks into the club, leaving Bambam to stare as the heavy wooden leaf swings back and forth, back and forth.

He doesn’t have the time.

Quiet as a mouse, Bambam waits for the swing, and slips inside as well.

[247jinri-blog]

[ msg → sovereign ] i know i'm the last person you want to hear from now, i'm not trying to push beyond my limit here [ msg → sovereign ] but there was a reason why i chose you as queen when i was playing king [ msg → sovereign ] you wouldn't need to fight for a throne, it has always been yours [ msg → sovereign ] i'm sure there's no need to tell you to chin up, i know you'd never lose poise

jinri stared at her phone, not knowing whether she wanted to read the text from the sender that popped up. taemin at the moment was the last person she wanted to talk to, but the multiple pings semi-forced her to reluctantly unlock her screen.

for a moment jinri just sat there, on her sofa, reading and re-reading the text over and over again. turned out taemin actually was the first person she should have talked to, and her heart ached much more, and in a much different way from the effect of the blast. it opened up a faucet no one other than lee taemin could turn, and the tears started pouring out.

it was probably the accumulation of stress from various other sources, but jinri exploded, into a gallon of tears half the people who wrote those comments on the deadlock app would never imagine she had.

[ txt ⇢ taemin ] thanks

she didn’t know what to say other than that, tears were already blurring her vision and in her mind all she thought was how much she missed him. she missed him as much as she hated him, and as much as she wanted to slap him, she wanted to be in his arms, safe. but for now there was nothing she could do, apart from staring at her empty screen and letting her empty heart fill the void with tears.