#247xbora

[247jiyong]

— Dilemma

( — @247xbora )

His life has undergone several changes lately, it could’ve seemed it changed out of all recognition, but the elation and general blithe he’s been embraced by in the past days withered quickly as he was leaping back into the habits he successfully abandoned for a mere week or so. The overflow of work and new duties was keeping him busy non-stop, yet at some point it wasn’t enough to keep his mind occupied also. Jiyong started feeling lethargic, vexed and unstrung, as though the blindfold of pure bliss was brutally teared away and now he was meant to look the ferocious reality in the eye again and pick out the unsolved problems he temporarily ditched. As always, he hoped it would pass but the emotional numbness was dragging on for too long that it only irritated him more and stubbornly knocked him off his stride. Especially today.

Plenty of phone calls from journalists who were more interested in discussing his not fully spotless reputation than his recent achievements and multiplying paperwork combined weren’t as draining as the thoughts which were piling up at the back of his head at a faster pace than documents on his desk. And he wasn’t relieved to call it a day because going home felt like jumping into another lake of fire.

Inside the empty elevator he leans back against the wall and fetches a tired sigh, glancing over the buttons and when he heavily lifts his hand to press the one with his floor’s number, there comes a passing moment of doubt. Saying he has already forgotten about Bora and the whole summer ordeal would be an arrant lie. He still hasn’t left it behind and tormenting his own self with mulling it over mercilessly might’ve become a questionable pastime. But he shakes his head suddenly, trying to dispel the eerily returning thoughts and eventually pushes the right button. Though as he finds himself in front of his apartment, once more he hesitates. What if he paid her a visit and said what’s been on his mind for prolonging months? His fingers curl around the doorknob, however, and he steps into the frigid atmosphere of his place.

Sluggishly taking off the tweed coat, Jiyong’s gaze superficially scans the living room and the coffee table he briefly catches a glimpse of reminds him about the previous night he drank away. Noticing a sip or two remaining at the bottom of the bottle almost urges him to drain it — maybe that way he would gain the needed courage. Loosening his tie before getting rid of it, the aggravation nesting within him gradually heightens and he knows he’s closer and closer to doing something impulsive instead of being patient enough to let the raising stroppiness pass. He’s a ticking bomb. So he dashes out and slams the door shut, rapidly enter the elevator to go to the upper floor.

The dullness seems to be gone, as if an inexplicable and malicious energy has gotten into him out of the blue. It’s too late to search for composure; he doesn’t even want to tone down the flaming feeling which is somewhere in between fury and heartache. Jiyong knocks thunderously and the second the door crack open, a deviously sweet smile crawls onto his lips and contrasts with his lightly reddened eyes. “We need to talk, I’m afraid.” Marginally inching towards her as he stares unblinkingly, his voice is rough. “You have a while for me, don’t you?”

[ex-yixing247-blog]

knocked out of heaven

@247xbora​

They’re having breakfast, all three of them together in the dining room. It’s one of those days where everything’s well and they’re laughing freely. Bora is showing his father this or the other piece of clothing she’s drawn, whereas his father himself is admiring it with lots of praise and an encouraging smile. When his little sister comes to him with her drawing, Yixing admires the beautifully designed piece of clothing as well, expressing just as much of his own admiration as his father had done.

When they do the dishes, it’s just him and Bora, while his father is enjoying a nice glass of wine still seated in his chair. Yixing smudges some of the soapy bubbles onto his meimei’s cheek and it’s not long before they’re entangled in a little soapbubble-fight. When his father walks in to ask what all the ruckus is about, the both of them turn to him and soon the entire family is throwing soap at each other, the dishes long forgotten. It’s wonderfully amazing and Yixing hasn’t laughed this much in years.

He wakes from his sleep feeling a little groggy. More groggy than usual, actually, but also much better rested. There’s an annoying sound happening not too far away from him and he frowns at it, wondering who the hell has put his alarm clock to such a stupid noise. It’s when he attempts to move his arm to turn it off that he feels the movement of things attached to him that most definitely should not be attached to him. His eyes open with a start and he sits upright, only for the entire world to start spinning the second he does.

He comes to his senses in that moment in which he’s waiting for the world to stop spinning, realising that he didn’t just have a wonderful time with his father and little sister but that it was all nothing more than a dream. A dream he is now rudely awakened from and the heavy load that suddenly falls back on his shoulders is enough to make him sink back down into a lying position on the bed as well. He keeps his eyes closed until he’s certain the dizziness is gone before he slowly opens his eyes. It takes a couple of blinks until he can actually see his surroundings properly, and then he’s looking for any sign to tell him how long he’s been here already.

Because the fact that he’s in a hospital is already alarmingly clear. Now as to remember what the hell happened to get him here. He’s so caught up in the mysteries that he doesn’t even notice the people that are around him, possible even talking to him. His ears are buzzing a little, too, apparently.

[ex-shinhye247-blog]

the princess and the queen

@247xbora 

2015 - a cold october day

It’s been a while now since Shinhye has managed to get a place of her own again, a small but dainty apartment, holding the minimal amount of furniture that’s absolutely necessary and then some book cases. Because she loves to read almost as much as she loves to write, and she loves to go to bookshops all over the city and find herself new little - or big - gems to read during those rainy days where you don’t even really want to get out of bed.

Such a thing is exactly what she’s doing that day, her fingers brushing over the spines of the books in one of the more known book shops. It has a larger collection, as well as a quite extensive English section, which she likes to explore mostly because a lot of great fantasy novels are written in English. And her goal in life is to write a popular, coherent and well thought-out fantasy novel series. So of course she has to do some research.

But it’s not just the English books she brushes through, also the Korean ones, the new section, the secondhand section,.. She goes pretty much to every corner of the book shop, basking in the scent of freshly pressed books and occasionally also checking out the people who walk around, to see where their interests go toward most of the time. It is on one of those spying missions that she suddenly sees an all too familiar face stand out among the rest. Eyes going wide for a moment, she takes a step closer to verify, but then she can’t contain herself anymore.

“Bora!?” Another step closer as she allows herself to truly come face to face with the other person, to verify for certain that it is truly her old time high school friend standing there, before the most teenage-like squeal bursts out of her at the actual recognition. Unable to form coherent words, Shinhye is just standing there, putting her hands on Bora’s arms, giving her little excited pats and jumping a bit up and down while letting out all kinds of excited squeals and squeaks.

It’s been five years since she’s seen the girl. Five years since she graduated from high school and lost contact with everyone because of the events in her personal life. Bora is one of the people she regrets losing contact with the most. One of the few people she also actually has thought of plenty of times, thinking she should try and get in contact with the girl again. But the little research she’d done had not given her any conclusive information on where her high school friend was hanging out these days.

It is like destiny that they should meet again now in this book shop of all places, and so Shinhye is incapable of holding back her excitement, despite being a twenty-three year old adult.

[ex-247jonghyun-blog]

summer lovin’ *

jonghyun loves the summer. everything about it. because every time summer comes around, there is a plane ticket to america with his name on it. he gets to be away from his father and all responsibilities for an entire two months. usually even a little more than that because he doesn’t wait for grades to be announced before he leaves. he also doesn’t mind missing the first few days of the new school year. nothing interesting is ever explained during those days anyway.

no. summer is his time of year. the pearly white beaches. the hot girls in bikini. the limitless supply of alcohol. the convertibles. everything about it screams perfect for kim jonghyun.

but that’s not all. america means he gets to see his mother almost daily and spend lots of quality time with her. it’s his main reason to fly to america every summer. but she’s not necessarily always the person he spends the most time with while in america. because he likes the ladies. and the ladies like him. what can he say? no? hardly.

sometimes he can’t even keep himself from saying anything at all. like with this particular girl. he’s seen her around before in different places, and he’s pretty sure this is the third time. which means he would be terribly rude if he didn’t try to start a conversation. so that is exactly what he does.

'hello you,’ the english rolls off his tongue easily. ten years of his youth were spent perfecting the language after all. it’s not that he doesn’t know her, or that he’s not aware she also speaks korean. because she used to belong to shiwoo’s clique in high school. although he didn’t interact with them, he did know who they were. he tried to keep some sort of tabs on his friends.

'i believe this is the third time we’re meeting. and you know what they say: third time’s a charm. we should definitely get to know each other better.' he puts a hand on the female’s lower back, then gives her a look that clearly indicates his intentions. ‘what do you say, shall you and i have a ... heart to heart?’

@247xbora​

[247dksoo-blog]

bite the dust-*

the flashing lights from the hundreds of cameras doesn't help his already tired eyes. his cheeks had started to hurt from how much he's smiling at all the strangers he's been with. he had already undid the two top buttons of his suit, but still feels too suffocating to him. there was someone talking to him, but he was well beyond not caring at this point so he gives him nods and hums instead. most of them are already drunk or tipsy anyway, so no one will notice.

kyungsoo hated attending events like this, hated events in general, but he was invited and his mother said he should go, make friends. he snorts. all she wants was for him to make more connections. he shakes his head and gulps down the rest of his wine before he excused himself from the table. they tried to stop him of course, come on, drink some more, probably out of politeness so he declines with a small smile before he turns on his heels and exits the place.

the cold night air hits him and he inhales it, letting it clear his mind and relax his antsy nerves. he hates interacting with people, hates people in general, but he's given no choice like always. with a sigh, eye twitching in annoyance, he heads towards his maserati. a club doesn't sound bad. maybe a few more drinks could drown all this... feelings. the smell of leather relaxes him as he closes the car doors behind him. he rests his head for a moment to breathe before he starts the car, already itching to get from the place as far away as possible.

@247xbora

[seunghyun247-blog]

ALL THE TEXTS!!!

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.    [txt -> skinny love] morning, so hypothetically, if i accidentally set part of my kitchen on fire trying to make pancakes, what would you suggest i do that doesnt include calling the fire depo???    [txt -> skinny love] asking for a friend    [txt -> skinny love] hypothetically..Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.    [txt -> skinny love] i guess i know why you never noticed me back in high school    [txt -> skinny love] if i’d known jiyong was ur type i probably could have set you 2 up sooner    [txt -> skinny love] then again…    [txt -> skinny love] probably… wouldnt have…

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.    [txt -> skinny love] fyi ur face is presh    [txt -> skinny love] saw u on bbilboard    [txt -> skinny love] rock itSend “⁇” for a DRUNK text.    [txt -> skinny love] oksy but wHYHY is jiyong more your type thatn  me    [txt -> skinny love] why doses jiyon get evertbody….Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.    [txt -> skinny love] chocolate is the food of the soul    [txt -> skinny love] no lie if you came up with the perfect tasting chocolate we’d probably get married    [txt -> skinny love] i mean    [txt -> skinny love] yknow    [txt -> skinny love] i mEANSend “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.    [txt -> skinny love] what do you mean his face is the stars?????    [txt -> skinny love] wtf?????    [txt -> skinny love] his face is a face water u talking abt ???????Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.    [txt -> skinny love] IF U WATCH THE NEW GAME OF THRONES EP WITHOUT ME ILL KILL U   [txt -> skinny love] FRIENDSHIP OVERSend “#” for a RANDOM text.    [txt -> skinny love] guess who finally figured out how to cook pancakes \o/Send “@” for a SCARED text.    [txt -> skinny love] no i cant talk rn my grandfather just called me into his office    [txt -> skinny love] fuck, he’s mad abt something….    [txt -> skinny love] if u dont hear from me anymore just know i luvd u and i only want u 2 b happySend “&” for a LOVING text.    [txt -> skinny love] i really do just want you to be happy i think u deserve it    [txt -> skinny love] when ur confused, just go with ur heart    [txt -> skinny love] be honest with urself and others, i believe in uSend “%” for a CURIOUS text.    [txt -> skinny love] wait are you dating hanbyeol too???????Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.    [txt -> skinny love] we just got the prettiest new piece in my gallery!! im so stoked!!Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.   [txt -> skinny love] i already told you i loved you and you didnt say it back so i dont think im the one in this relationship being a coward thanks    [txt -> skinny love] I MEAN    [txt -> skinny love] HI BORA    [txt -> skinny love] THAT WASN’T MEANT FOR U IM SORRYSend “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.    [txt -> contact name changed -> girl on a string ] i dont know all the details and im not really in a position to say much but even tho i feel like jiyong betrayed me, he’s a good guy yknow? i do still care a lot… abt all of u. please make smart decisions bora, ill always try to support u. ilysm

[jaeyoon247-blog]

not for sale

It wasn’t often that Jaeyoon actually went to the showings of his art. The typical wealthy and entitled people that ran in those circles being far from his type. It also kind of hurt to see all the young kids that came just to take an Instagram picture then leave. But the owner for this particular gallery had insisted he come, saying how it would help sales if he was present to talk about the art. Little did the owner know how anti-social he was at these events. 

Clad in worn black jeans and a black dress shirt, a leather jacket over it, he arrived well after the event had begun. The owner, who was talking to a woman in a long dress, spotted him instantly. He flashed a grin as she shot him a look that screamed where have you been. Jaeyoon didn’t pay her much mind and instead headed straight for the open bar to order himself a vodka tonic. 

He stayed there throughout the night, talking with the bartender more than anyone else, despite the owner’s attempts at bringing guests over to talk with him. Each one would eventually realize how one-sided the conversation was and move on. The young artist had soon downed enough drinks that he had more courage in him, subtly flirting with the bartender in attempts to figure out if the tuxedo sporting man was interested in him. Jaeyoon was just beginning to actually enjoy himself when the owner brought over a young woman that seemed to be about his age. 

“Apollo. This young woman would like to buy some of your artwork.” He turned with a grin and a half-filled glass in one hand. “Well then. Name the piece and I’ll name the price.” It took a moment but closer up, there was no mistake. This woman was from Cheongnam. A part of his past that he wanted to stay the past. Bora. That was her name. She had been a year ahead of him as well. He knew if he made this quick, it was very unlikely that she would recognize him. 

[247deadlock]

#101701

THIS JUST IN: @247xbora, @247hanbyeol

Such a crime of passion, it seems our Musgravite found herself in the role of both Monica Lewinski and Linda Tripp. Poor mr. President, you really can't trust anyone these days, not even the girl who professes to be in love with you.

- Anonymous

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#1: Idk why he even likes her. he deserves better tbh.

[x247sumin]

%$

symbol text meme: currently accepting.  

↳ send me % for a curious text.

( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) there’s something i’ve been thinking for a while( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) and i would be so glad if you can help me so ( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) should i eat pizza or kimbap for dinner tonight? 

↳ send me $ for an accidental text.

( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) i can’t sleep and all i think about is you( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) and it’s crazy because i’m not supposed to( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) …….( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) it’s 3 am i probably text this when i’m sleeping( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) i’m not drunk at all tho i’m super sober rn( sms ↷ bora 🔥 ) just go to sleep if you haven’t ok sweet dreams

[247minhyun-blog]

Old Habits ; Bora & Minhyun

@247xbora

It had been a normal day at the radio station today, the normal malfunctions of suddenly a microphone not working - and it not only being a microphone but an actual cable that needed to be replaced -, the monitoring of an interview show and general maintenance work that “urgently needed to be done today”, so he had been told when he had asked to leave a little earlier than usual. He was glad to finally be sitting down in a small coffee shop where he had agreed to meet Bora after he was done with work. She had suggested to check out the mall just walking distance from the place they had agreed to meet at, he remembered the text message.

He didn’t exactly know when going on these small shopping trips together with Bora had become a habit rather than a simple favor. It used to be, definitely, just a favor back in high school when he had just been trying to start new, when he had tried to get out of the bullying that had had continued for way too long already back then. Despite taking off his glasses and looking ahead instead of staring into the ground had been a start to him getting by better in his first year in Cheongnam High, he had known that doing just that certainly wouldn’t have done the magic alone. Would it have been so easy to transform into someone who actually appealed to people, he would have done it long ago.

It was Bora who had offered to help him back then, he wasn’t sure anymore if it had been her who had approached him first or the other way around, and had taken him on an emergency shopping trip. That all was so distant and far away in the past now, but he still remembered that a one time thing had eventually called for a follow up, followed by another time that they had decided to go shopping together and so on. Minhyun also remembered how she had enjoyed picking clothes that she thought would suit him, how that enjoyment would never die down and he thought it was kind of endearing, and became something enjoyable.

And so, it had eventually become a casual and almost regular thing to go shopping together every now and then and continued even until after high school. It happened more than often that Minhyun didn’t actually buy anything in the end, perfectly content with the wardrobe that he currently had - however, it was always kind of relaxing to look around. For a little moment he thought back again; and he realized it had already been a while since the last time they had met up like this. At least a month, he wondered as he took out his phone to open the calendar app to count the days with no better task at hand at the moment, not that it really mattered anyway. It was something out of the ordinary, for him at least, and he was looking forward to it.

[247jiyong]

— Passing By

( — @247xbora )

When he thought his passionate hatred towards winter couldn't get more fuming, the abnormal amounts of snow and the energy cut which came a bit later had to prove him otherwise. Christmas time itself was enough for Jiyong to resent that very season, but it was somehow bearable once he strayed away from social media that were overflowing with festiveness and didn’t turn on the radio that at any moment was ready to attack him with the oh-so hated Christmas songs. All he wanted to do was lounge around inside his apartment not to lay himself open to greetings and people’s occasional kindness, yet this wasn’t what he meant.

Being forced by the tricky weather to stay indoors with absolutely no electricity wasn’t really the end of his rainbow. It was getting more and more chilly, therefore he couldn’t even enjoy lazing about only with his beloved boxers an purposefully mismatched socks on. The unchanging situation was causing his frustration to build up. Whatever he was eager to do, he couldn’t. His laptop’s battery died goodness knows when and so did his phone’s (at least with impunity he could give zero damns about responding to the astonishing multitude of mails and calls). Even watching TV he wasn’t fond of seemed like a much better idea than sitting on the sofa with knees pulled to his chest and gaze drilling the wall before him. There was one uplifting thought — now he could’ve been stuck at a family dinner.

The curtains were shut, so he wouldn’t have to look at the nearly blinding white snow coating the city and a few candles were lit to shallowly illuminate the place. Staring at the flame, Jiyong instantly felt like grabbing a cigarette, but he hated the scent of smoke swirling in the room and there was no way he would go out on the balcony or open a window. Liquor could warm him up and probably also lighten his mood but even for him the hour was too early for a drink.

Abruptly his dwelling was ceased by the sound of knocking. He rapidly turned his head in the door’s direction and furrowed his brows, trying to figure out who could it be. Standing up sluggishly as chills ran down his spine, he unlocked the door with odd hope that maybe someone would finally deliver him good news referring to the current state, but his puzzlement deepened when his eyes witnessed Yoon Bora in the flesh. Their last encounter left him convinced that they would continue to avoid each other more stubbornly than earlier. After holding his breath for a while, Jiyong exhaled a fairly shaky sigh. “Uhm...” Frowning in pensiveness, it was hard for him to refrain from throwing a snarky comment as a welcome, but at the same time he was concerned why Bora dropped by his apartment. “Can I help you..?”

[ex-yixing247-blog]

no rest for the wicked

@247xbora​

It’s been a long day. When isn’t it? But considering they’re halfway September, the days automatically feel even longer to him. Every day closer to his birthday is a dreaded day and once his birthday has come around, things get even worse. Yixing doesn’t like these last months of the year. His birthday, the entire month of November as well as the holiday season all remind him way too much of what he has lost and will never have again. So he is more than happy to go straight home and attempt to have some sort of seemingly normal evening before he’ll try his best at sleeping. Getting knocked out cold by a handful of sleeping medicine is probably a better description of what that will be like.

He’s more than content when he parks his car on the designated space and can then enter the building to get inside of his apartment. He kicks out his shoes in his hallway, hangs up his coat and puts his wallet and keys on the commode to his right. A deep sigh leaves him as he strolls into his living room, only to come to an instant stop when he is faced with the sight of another person sitting on his couch. It takes a full minute for him to calm down. Admittedly Bora has showed up in his apartment before but he’s still not entirely used to her presence anymore, mostly because it happens a lot less often than it used to in the past.

When he manages to get over his initial surprise, the smile that forms on Yixing’s face is warm, despite his exhaustion and the throbbing pain right behind his eyes. “Evening, meimei.” The feeling of warmth and care soon makes way for an overwhelming sense of worry when he notices the entire tub of ice cream in his little sister’s lap and the clearly not so happy expression on her face. The frown is instant as he makes his way over to the couch as well so that he can reach out a hand and stroke over her hair gently. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t sit down instantly, but instead walks over to the kitchen so he can get himself a bottle of water from the fridge. Only when he returns with it does he flop himself down on the couch next to Bora, attention entirely focused on her as he screws open the bottle without looking and takes a few good gulps of water to quench his thirst - and also in hopes of clearing up his headache a little. “What happened? Who do I have to sue?”

[ex-shinhye247-blog]

gentle hearts

@247xbora​

a random Monday at school

"Good morniiiing!” Shinhye hurries over to her best friend in the entire school - if not world - and easily takes a seat on the bench next to her, leaning in to give her a quick hug. “How is my favourite hoobae doing today? Did you get the notes I emailed you Saturday? How’s your ... gege was it? Did you see him over the weekend? Oh, please, tell me you have got some juicy news for me I have been so bored this weekend. The rest of my family went hiking and I had to stay home because of my assignments that needed finishing. It was the worst!”

Despite her complaining, Shinhye is beaming brightly, her mood always joyful at school, because being there meant she could see her friends again and that she would be able to learn more. Contrary to many people, Shinhye actually enjoys learning things, and although she’s not entirely fond of the educational system and the way they are being forced to memorise stuff more so than naturally retain the information, she still likes garnering new knowledge.

That and the only place where she has ever been able to spot all the good-looking boys is in the halls of Cheongnam High, of course. One of them is entirely off limits, however, because Bora is infatuated with him. Oh, and another is too because he’s Bora’s gege and that’s a road Shinhye’s just not going to travel. Something about not wanting to have to awkwardly communicate with each other at whichever party Bora would be throwing in the future should things go south. That and he doesn’t really appeal to her either, looks wise.

[jongsuk247-blog]

[text] I think I’m a mermaid

[text >> Bora🐶 ] Bora[text >> Bora🐶 ] Do I even want to know why you think this?[text >> Bora🐶 ] Are you drunk?

[247sun-blog]

[sms → Sunshine ] If you need me to punch someone for you, tell me right away.

[>> Bora ❤️️ ] Punch me pls

[jongin247]

‘business as usual’ ybr & kji

@247xbora

jongin rolls his sleeves down as he makes his way through the casino, his ears filling with the din of slot machines dinging and wheezing, voices excited and deflated, general chaos all around him. he likes it well enough, knowing himself to be an agent of chaos, except that he also knows that casinos are rigged. they say the house always wins, and it’s true—he’s seen enough men put bullets in their heads from debts incurred by places such as this. the house always wins, and jongin thinks casinos value blood more than money.

not that he laments their misfortunes, mind you, simply an observation. in his opinion, people who are slated to die are going to do so anyway, regardless of the circumstances. he less inclined to care about people who are self-destructive enough to find their ways in here than he even cares for normal people. which about zero most of the time, unless they manage to piss him off.

the way he is right now. he’d rather not be doing this in person, walking through the main areas to the back rooms, alone and without his usual entourage. he has to do this one solo, as per the details of the arrangement for this meeting, but he’s not happy about it. he can take care of himself of course, he’s not afraid of anything, but it’s the fact that he has to go—he can’t just send someone else for this shit. he’s been commanded by his singular superior to deal with this personally, which is something he feels is below his pay-grade.

still though, at least he’s meeting up with someone he’s met before. and he’s armed to the teeth.

he stalks through the hallways in the back of the building, to the designated room, and finds it empty. of course it is. he takes a seat at the main table, slouching down immediately and crossing his legs over the tabletop. he glances out the window to nothing but more windows on the other building. he’s not a super patient guy, so if she’s not here in the next ten minutes, he’s calling it a bust and returning back to his hotel. he doesn’t have time for this bullshit.