#ccxtuan

[ccjaebum-blog]

perpendiculars 

with @ccxtuan​

i didn’t expect us to actually run into each other here. ( /he hates how awkward  he feels around someone he used to be so close to and he hates how his words echo the same sentiment. the shop is devoid of any of the crowd he expected to see given the posted sale but somehow the two of them still end up in the same aisle/ ) how...uh...how have you been? ( /he asks with a small cough, tinkering with some perfume vials absentmindedly/ ) have you come for a fortune reading too? yuuko is still with a client though so i’m waiting for my turn. 

[ccxsejeong]

` in training

&. @ccxtuan

"mark? earth to mark!” she shouts, forcing herself to reach out a hand to yank off the earplugs that were lodged in his ears not caring whether or not he was going to be mad at her for it. 

she needed to rant just a little and she’d force mark to listen either way. that or sejeong just needed to squeeze in a bit of time for a training session. there was a certain aura to the male that just drew her to him, specifically the time he had managed to save her at least once. it was more so her fault for not paying attention which wasn’t like her at all, so sejeong guessed that she owed him one which was unsettling, for one.

special class hero, somehow who trained with them once or twice, with remarkable skills that sejeong admired. it was unfortunate how she couldn’t talk to taehyung normally anymore, her own brother (whom she still admired secretly) but mark provided a good distraction from that and training along side him was fun and filled her with satisfaction. he doesn’t pay attention much, which was proven with his inability to listen sometimes which was worrisome but she knew mark wouldn’t be the type to be ignorant.

“you’re not busy, are you? because i wanted to ask for a favor if you’re not.” she continues to flash her usual smile while looking downward at his headphones apologetically (not really).

[ccjinri-blog]

study hard, play harder + @ccxtuan​

to those who didn’t know what jinri did in her free time, she snuck into hero classes for shits and giggles. she wanted to see the shit that was being feed to these wannabe heroes. to her, jaebum was the best hero and no one else would reach his level ( okay, maybe she was a little starstruck by the other, but whatever. ). it was all fun and games until she had to actually help a friend study. 

she should probably start charging for her services. she stared at the cute boy in front of her who was slowly falling asleep. her eyes lit up with mischief and a sadistic grin appeared on her visage. the moment his head started to drop, she grabbed a pencil and stuck it in front of his face, just a few inches away. she wouldn’t hurt him, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a little scare.

a hero should have quick reflexes after all. 

❝rise and shine, sleeping beauty.❞ she snickered. 

[cctaemin-blog]

death of a bachelor .

taemin was an asshole and sometimes didn’t play nice to his teammates, but that didn’t mean he never helped them from time to time, in the times where things seemed dire or meant one of his team would die as a result. so when he’d caught wind of what was going on, he knew it was time to suck in his pride and be there for his comrades, his friends.

 in all honesty he wasn’t sure how this had happened. how the league and all of the hero organisations let the hanged man take control and kill thousands of rookies. they called it the rookie massacre, and it was a war that was far from over. it made his blood boil not only at the hanged man and those who had chosen to side with him but every damn person that let this happen in the first place. he had to be on his guard more now then ever, but all he wanted to do was get a good nights sleep and some decent food with minji and jongin. bravely - or rather stupidly, he’d decided to go on a walk in the hopes it would cheer him up a little and keep him awake. 

it was working, to an extent. but he could feel the tiredness in his eyes, feel how occasionally his eyes would droop as he dragged his feet around the park. 

despite the messed up things that were happening the lake looked serene. as if none of the chaos had ever happened and everything was back to normal. the moon glistening and the stars twinkling against the soothing ripples of the water. taemin had to stop and stare for a while, eyes lingering on the reflections and thinking back to more happier times. times where for once he was actually having fun and not pressured to be the best he could be and always alert.carrying on his walk, he came to the bridge in the park. it had become his space over the years. a place where if things got too much or he wanted to hide from the overbearing nannies and butlers he’d go to. dragging his sorry ass back to them before too long. tonight it had become a place that brought back memories, some painful some better. some where he’d just listen to music and drown out the world (he was human too after all.) 

theres a smile on his face but it doesnt last for long. not when theres a figure stood up ahead. he tries his best to make out who the figure was. eyes squinting in the hopes it would make things better but it didnt. his feet move before he realises and he’s moving to get a better view. a mans figure coming into view. “mark” he finds himself calling out, more so out of habit than anything else. his eyes focus on the man before him. calling out his name once more, just to make sure that it really was him.

“what are you doing here?”

@ccxtuan​

[ccxyuna]

Oops, I did it again

@ccxtuan

Yura couldn't help but pick fights every now and then. Now, she didn't make it too easy for heroes to find her, because she definitely didn't want to be caught – since pride comes before the fall – but also because Yuna would definitely make her life hell. Yuna would blame her – and she wouldn't really be wrong to do so.

Today was one of those days, where she'd had to take her anger out on a poor hero, though. It was definitely a rookie and she'd beat them easily. Now, she hid in an alleyway and thanked herself for having chosen a late time like this, so at least she wouldn't be seen as easily.

Of course her magical outfit helped her hide more easily through the light reflecting tiny “mirror” stones and her wind magic, but she could never be sure, so better safe than sorry, the Card figured. And so she quickly changed back – of course without looking left and right first, contradicting her previous thoughts for caution – and noticed the person a couple metres away from her way too late. This would be another one of those moments, Yuna would be angry at her for. Well at least this 'in the same body' ordeal had one good side to it.

“Concentrate, darn it!” Yura told herself and quickly sized the male up and down, wondering if he was a human and she could just say that she was cosplaying or something like that, or a hero she would possibly have to fight again.

[ccxtaeyong]

"How in the fucking hell" Mark assays as he tends to Taeyong's wounds, not really vying on the actual answer because Mark doesn't really mind how his friend looks (bloody). He soaks cloth in a pail of warm water, sighing towards himself.

He’d thought he’d be able to take the monster down on his own. It’d been a horrible, jagged thing, twenty feet tall, with thorned whips for limbs and stinking black teeth. He had no business injecting himself into a fight that would have likely been better fought by a more advanced team, but something had compelled him to do so nonetheless, something faintly familiar and intensely demanding all at once. 

The red of his own blood had looked grisly against the whites of his hero garb. Now it’s just dull wine stains on the blacks of his clothing. They’re mostly surface wounds; they probably won’t scar. Better him than any civilian, anyway.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he muttered dryly, reaching up to push blood-matted fringe out of his eyes.

[ccjaewon-blog]

Mark rests his back against the chair rest, sharpening a dagger as his earphones blast with music, amidst the person he's supposedly talking to. "So" he says, eyes on the dagger. "Any updates on your team?" Mark asks. It's his responsibility to train the rookies anyway, let's say asking is just for formality.

jaewon runs his hand through his long, black tresses, looking at the person before him with a serious expression – he blinks, twice, before he runs the same through his hair once more, his bangs falling right back over his eyes. “no,” he answers simply, resting more comfortably back against his own chair, letting a small breathe escape from his lips. “everyone seems to be doing decently, to put it in a few words. no problems from what i can observe.”

[jihyocc-blog]

"You're weak" he comments, arms crossed as he watches his lowerclassman fall on the ground. But she isn't, really, it's just how the game works, or more specifically, how Mark trains a team. He isn't put into the S-class for nothing. He watches her, with a tinge of fake concern and responsibility. "Get up"

You’re weak. His words triggers something in her that unleashes annoyance. Get up. Although the petty side of her wanted to sit down and cross her arms over her chest and refuse until he apologized, she knew this situation was one where she had to bite her tongue and suck it up. After all, this wasn’t just about herself. “I’m not weak,” she says, getting up and brushing herself off and knowing that perhaps these words will mean nothing to the other. “If I was, I would have given up already, but here I am.”

[ccminji-blog]

access to kim minji’s instagram!

currently in love with the black and white aesthetic, although this fluctuates constantly. featuring @cctaemin, @ccxtuan, @cckhs.

[ccminki-blog]

✧✧ tracker {170918}

this is what i have as of now while going through my tumblr messages so if you don’t see your muse on this list even though we have plotted just message me! and if you don’t see your muse on this list and we haven’t plotted yet, we should plot so like this post or fly into my messages because i would love to plot with everyone!

✧ REPLIES TO DO @ccsiwon @ccjaehee @cctaehyung @ccxyoungmin @ccxenvy

✧ STARTERS TO WRITE @ccjiho @ccxtuan​

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[ccxsejeong]

There's a shortness of his breathing, but his training for team nightshade has been finished and he idly rests his head on sejeong's head (because her shoulders are too low to reach) "I'm tired" he mutters, not really caring that he has not changed and has sweated all over, it's more fun that way.

sejeong wondered why mark was leaning on her head when she could feel him sweating from where they were sitting. she couldn’t exactly see the expression on his face from down there but hopefully he’s looking peaceful. she didn’t have the heart to move him. “for someone whose right in the special class department, i thought he’d have a much more higher stamina.” scoffing, she responds in a teasing tone. “i’m assuming all that training went smoothly. do you enjoy using me as your pillow?”

[cctaemin-blog]

a brief look into the asshole heartthob host’s instagram :

// ft. @cchongbin, @ccminji, @ccjongin, @ccxtuan, @ccjiyeon, @ccjinri plus an extra . @ccxtaeyong, @ccxdaichi, @ccjiho, @ccxsilver, @ccsejeong, @ccjaewon