#joonho — threads.

[fadinglights]

“stop  looking,  she’s  not  coming  today.”  joonho  breaks  the  news  to  his  friend,  whose  gaze  has  been  not  so  subtly  wandering  to  the  glass  entrance  door  of  the  café  with  poorly  concealed  longing  —  though  at  this  point,  he  isn’t  even  sure  if  there’s  any  effort  put  into  hiding  given  how  transparent  everything  is,  at  least  to  him.  “her  friend  is  taking  her  graduation  photos  today  and  she’s  volunteered  to  do  her  makeup.”  he  places  seonho’s  go-to  coffee  at  the  table  and  slides  onto  the  seat  opposite  his.  “you  know,  they  say  there’s  nothing  that  fixes  heartbreak  like  desserts  and  you’re  lucky  that  i  happen  to  have  the  best  cakes  in  stock.”

@evocatiive

[itsacriime]

His patience was wearing thin and his irritability was rising. It was more from the pain than the game of 21 Questions, though if he could put up some sort of barrier to keep her away from him, it wouldn't be the worst thing: "I don't exactly make friends with everyone. Getting to know me is the worry." Most people would have run in the other direction. Why was she still here? "Great," he huffed, matching her tone of annoyance. Joonho pulled his jacket back, enough to expose where the newly acquired gash in his side had saturated more of his shirt with crimson. "I'm fine." An immediate protest as he allowed his jacket to cover the wound again. "Just need to stitch myself up, unless you're volunteering." No way she would; it was the only reason he even offered.

"and getting to know me is a worry?" her head cocked curiously — malee was certainly nothing threatening. the most dangerous thing about her was perhaps her resilience. "thrilled! i'm malee, by the way. not that you asked," she muttered, only sounding half-annoyed by that very fact. she watched him with a rather cautious gaze, moving closer in actual concern. "now, joonho, why is it you look so... on the verge of collapse?"

[tiredtangerines]

@cvvalier​

“i’ve  said  it  once  and  i’m  going  to  say  it  again  —  the  answer  is  no.”  it  doesn’t  matter  that  she  is  a  regular  and  a  neighbour  —  joonho  means  what  he’s  said  and  that’s  the  end  of  discussion.  sure,  he  played  the  part  last  time  she  framed  him  in  front  of  her  so-called  ‘friends’,  but  it  was  never  supposed  to  be  continued,  nor  was  he  ever  properly  asked  in  the  first  place.  he  lets  out  a  sigh  and  puts  the  washed  mug  back  to  the  rack.  “why  would  you  even  want  to  go  to  a  reunion  when  those  are  the  people  you’ll  be  surrounded  by?  what  are  you,  a  masochist?”  isn’t  she  too  old  to  be  stuck  in  toxic  friendships?  

[dxisiesdukes]

♡

daisy is used to ruffling feathers in the idol world, but it was in rare form that she messed up enough for damage control, or punishment. but her bender in taipei landed her in hot waters. too many people saw her, wide pupiled and eyes low, tangled in the limbs of some girl under the thumping bass and neon lights in that club. she’d thought given its underground location that it’d be hushed, but the video, now only sitting at roughly a thousand views of people wondering if it was her or not, was enough to let her know that it in fact wasn’t as secluded as she thought it  would be. 

but this form of damage control was too much, and even worse to bring someone who wasn’t even an idol into her debacle. joonho was hot don’t get her wrong, but the idea of being forced into a relationship that was meant to be strictly public, rubbed her wrong in a different way. deiji didn’t feel she was untouchable in the industry or in the company by any means, but this, was a low blow. 

they’d told her it was only supposed to be while they got the video taken down, but the entire ordeal forced a dramatic eye roll as she approached him, a sick smile on her face. “i assume you’ve gotten the notice?” she said cryptically biting into her cherry red bottom lip. // @jooonhos​

[luvdivearch]

               the first time they took bailey away from him, it had almost destroyed joonho. the second time, instead of feeling sorrowful, joonho felt mad. everyone’s heard the whispers about the resistance, and for the longest time, joonho has thought about running off to join it. aside from it feeling like the right thing to do, he misses bailey too and it might just be the best chance he has of seeing him again. the decision to sneak out in the middle of the night had been one made easily, a note left on his pillow for his family, and everything had been going according to plan. until he hears a noise behind him as he approaches the front door, freezing with his hand on the door handle.

@fakeddeaths​

[fadinglights]

yuna  is  accustomed  to  manipulating  others  to  carry  out  her  bidding,  but  this  situation  is  unfamiliar  to  her.  someone  going  to  such  great  lengths  to  help  her,  even  without  her  asking  for  it.  "  —  where?"  she  isn't  entirely  sure  if  he  would  still  have  an  appetite  after  the  events  of  the  night,  but  perhaps  he  is  more  skilled  at  handling  such  matters  than  she  had  realised.  "hmm,  yeah."  she  absentmindedly  nods  when  he  checks  on  her,  her  response  far  from  convincing  as  her  thoughts  scatter  in  all  directions.  it  takes  another  moment  before  her  focus  returns  to  him  and  her  tone  becomes  more  earnest.  "i  owe  you  one."

The eye roll brought a smirk out of Joonho. It wasn't like he enjoyed taking care of particular problems. But given his family history, it came a little easier. "Oh, you know. Why the sky is blue and the grass is green..." Between the teasing and the quick transition in conversation, he figured Yuna might still be a little freaked out. She could be difficult to read from time to time. And as far as he could remember, this was the first he had handled a problem for her. "I could go for some drinks. Maybe some food." He wasn't necessarily hungry but the option was there in case she was. "That place on, uh..." Joonho tried to recall the street before looking back to Yuna. "You're okay, right?"

[lcvedive]

For @reliquice​​ with Roy and Joonho !

Joonho was making himself comfortable in Roy’s office, his back pressed against the leather chair at his desk and legs crossed. The thought of propping his feet atop the other’s table did cross his mind, but since he carried himself with decency, he decided against it. Being a CEO himself, he expected nothing else but to await the other’s arrival, only God knew how long that would take. 

Their relationship was purely as business partners, and thank God for that. He doesn’t think he can handle the man outside of their line of work. They had clashing personalities and came from different backgrounds that they would never have crossed paths if not through their jobs. Today, at this very moment, was no exception. As much as he hated to admit, Roy’s company was the best of the best when it came to their models that he always personally came to renew contracts with him. He only hoped their meeting won’t run as long as it did previously as he, himself, was also a busy man.

[flvwershower]

𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰.

        the male was working on his latest piece for his college portfolio. he had to finish it in a couple of weeks but he thought getting a head start on it would be his best bet, the male sat at his canvas and painting while humming to himself. joonho got up, looking at his painting before turning to the other and offering them a smile. the colours were bright, his favourite colour palette to use when he was creating work. “so...what do you think?” he asked before he looked back at the canvas himself. “i still need to work on it i think but it’s a start right?” he added, cocking his head to the side as he studied his own work to see what he would need to improve. / @gnhwa​

[riveires]

fight club

@twentysixdegrees​

JOOHYUK

It's insult to injury. It may or may not be the right metaphor...or, simile? Shit, he's always been bad at this kind of stuff. Add another language to the mix and things all get jumbled up in his brain, especially when he's in this kind of mood. The bus ride back had been full of tension, and he'd practically jumped down the stairs of the thing, only barely remembering to grab his gym bag before heading back to the dorm.

He's half hoping Joonho isn't there--a part of him knows he needs time to cool off. But the other half just wants to--"What the fuck." It's like he can't throw the bag hard enough against the wall, but he hears something clack against the concrete blocks before it drops down harmlessly onto his bed. "Where the hell were you today?" His hands are balled up at his sides and he's practically shaking. It may seem silly but--Joohyuk needed this. He needed them to do well today and he needed Joonho there because he's--his person.

You'll never hear him admit it though.

"We lost." The tiny space of their room is suddenly too large. "We got our asses handed to us and you were supposed to be there. You fucking promised, and, and, here you are on your ass doing nothing. Nothing." He feels suffocated. He wants to grab Joonho by the collar. He wants to run far away but he can't help himself, either--"You're such a shitty fucking best friend. You couldn't even do this one thing for me?"

JOONHO

the current circumstances have been everything but forgiving lately: if their semi-packed room is looking like something of a shit show right now, joonho's own state of presence is giving it a run for its money. a glance at the wear and tear of the past week is one hell of a revelation: dark circles marked in, coffee of breath, patches of stubble thanks to none other but his negligence. and it's indeed negligence that's to blame this time. diving head first into some logistics project had rendered everything else that mattered completely and utterly lost to him.

so when joohyuk's voice cuts through the air, all he can say is,

"what?" 

it takes him a minute for joonho to gather himself: day, time, event. a friday, he notes. upon giving the digital clock a closer look does the second realization drop down like a catastrophic bomb because god fucking damn it, he wasn't supposed to be here but at the soccer field.

but there's no time to salvage the damage, not when it's already done. between them simmers a third presence, the other's anger threatening to boil over. 

“christ, that completely slipped from my mind, i—" and he can only flinch, because the next string of words that would fall from his mouth suddenly sounded like the most insensitive thing he could say right then and there: "i'm so sorry, dude."

JOOHYUK

how bitter the realization was, when he scoured the crowd for a familiar face and didn't find the one he was looking for. it was almost like adding salt to the wound; he could have used joonho's nauseatingly affable disposition right after the loss.

for a few seconds, joohyuk breathes in deep through his nose and wonders if he's overreacting. he looks at joonho's face, at the figure he cuts against the harsh lighting of their school desk lamps, and he feels like a fool. this kind of thing has happened before. joonho is prone to getting lost in whatever he's put his mind to, and in many ways that's an admirable trait but in situations like this...how many times does joohyuk gotta utter "it's fine, man" and pretend it really is? fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, thrice--shame on me.

"you said you'd be there, and yeah--life happens, shit happens, but this was really goddamn important to me! and you knew that. why do you do this kind of shit so much? it's not cute." joohyuk keeps balling and un-balling his fist. he doesn't want to get physical but there's an urge to do something with his hands. "'i'm so sorry, dude?' that's all you have to say? you're the worst; best friend my ass--you probably just barely remember my fucking name."

JOONHO

there's a thin line between admission and pure, unadulterated guilt. he has enough shame to feel the latter, enough of a brain to perform the former. thing is, it seems like neither will do any good to pacify joohyuk's brimming rage. from the corner of his eye, he can see the movement of his hands, akin to the clenching of a jaw. a jaw that might be his own after he gets his teeth knocked out raw. be it because of the lack of an immediate solution, or the sight of that alone,  traces of annoyance start to snake in right beneath the somber tone of his voice.

joonho sighs. "it's been busy. you know that as well as i do, joohyuk." especially, most definitely of far more pressing issues. the fact that this—no, their, as in under mutually shared ownership—room isn't fully in order, for one. maybe that he's been covering for him whenever he'd been gone, for another. childish is the thought that begins to circle around in his head. so fucking childish.

"it sucks that the team lost. how am i supposed to make it up to you?"

JOOHYUK

"stop saying my name like that." the anger had been dissipating, but then the pity in joonho's voice bled through the temporary impasse. he tries to navigate around the mess of boxes in their room, but his chin knocks against something particularly hard in a box and curses under his breath. it's one thing after the other--he just can't seem to win.

the walls aren't moving but the space seems smaller. "what the hell could you possibly do to make it up to me? there's literally nothing, joonho. you think its that easy?" the laugh that sounds into the room is full of something that creeps, claws, and settles somewhere in between them, just waiting for the perfect time to ruin everything. "god, life's so easy for you, isn't it? we're both here, at this fucking school, in this tiny little room, but you've got your shit together. you've got your priorities--treading water just fine with all these ivy league assholes. but me? i'm just not good enough. not enough for you to care."

JOONHO

there's no reason why he shouldn't be used to it—the slew of assumptions, the implications held under that sting. four years should be more than enough to grow a skin so thick that nothing should cut through, but joohyuk’s gaze is knife-sharp, the words that fall from his lips sharper. 

"easy?" joonho narrows his eyes. "well i think it'd be fucking easy for anyone to let something like this go." a pause, one that feels more like a deadweight about to drop over their heads than anything as light as an inhale. "but you're not just anybody, are you? can’t stand if not one person isn’t paying attention to you for one damn second.” 

the room bristles, the air crackling. it's palpable enough for joonho to realize that this is impossibly suffocating.

"there'll be other games." a poor attempt to backtrack, if at all. the tightness of his voice loosens, but the hollowness of his gaze betrays him entirely. since when had he become this stubborn?  "it’s not the end of the world.”

JOOHYUK

it's the feeling of when you're watching water fill something up, toomuchtoofast but you're too far, too helpless, to do anything about it. the surface tension arches, forming the slightest bulge over the rim, and then-

"you don't fucking understand!"

it overflows, and he's lost this battle. 

joohyuk's built a reputation for himself. he likes it, identifies with it, and plays into it. 'oh of course he won't mind! joohyuk's super chill!''you'll love joohyuk, he's so outgoing!him? that dude that's always smiling and laughing about anything and everything? pretty sure joohyuk never gets mad!

so why does joonho get under his skin like this? it's a particular skill - he knows the things that those other people don't. he can read joohyuk without him ever having to say anything. yet - they're not on the same wavelength right now. now, when it might just matter the absolute most. 

"i like attention, so what? it's fucking true - that shit doesn't hurt me." his voice is raising. joohyuk realizes, but it doesn't register, not fully. "i wanted you to be there because i fucking need you!" he stutters, regroups - rephrases. "i just -- i needed you there, but you have your priorities, don't you?" the anger deflates, the pressure releasing from his chest and his shoulders. he's unwinding but it doesn't make it better because what replaces that white-hot red tint is pure hurt. "i just don't matter as much as your - your little elitist ass friends!" he'd always joked about joonho's accelerated lecture friends, and truthfully he'd be lying if he wasn't a little insecure - yes, they all go to an ivy league school but he's here on an athletic scholarship, primarily.

and, he's not infallible - clearly.

joohyuk knows he's making assumptions, half-thought out accusations, but this is the only way he can take back what little is left of his pride. he's fishing for anything that he knows may hurt joonho because he's in the middle of his pity party and he needs to tear down the person closest to him in actual distance as well as just, in general.

"they're fucking elitist pricks and you're one of them, too!" he kicks his slightly pushed out chair into the desk, and puts his palms to his temples, as if he can re-center himself with the motion, ease his anger - but nothing is working.

JOONHO

and there it is.

they're not strangers to any of this, to the way joohyuk is at the mercy of his own emotions, and the perilous ups and downs that come with their weight. his words are hurled like pelting stones. they hit where it should hurt the most, one after another, meant to knock him down with each blow.

the last one lands, and then there's silence. all joonho can do is stare. 

then, "you really think that." 

his expression turns blank, eyes dark, a degree too cold to be mere neutrality. stiffly, he swivels around in his chair. grabs his bag from under the desk to slide in his things from the tabletop with a single sweep of his arm.

"you're only proving my point." he stills, tongue deliberately curling around his next set of words that might push them over the brink. every fiber of his being tenses in warning, to be the one to let go, be the better person. but what little remorse that had held him had long slipped free with his rationality. in its place are the thoughts that never fail to loom at his worst: ridiculous. insolent. a fucking child. 

shouldering his backpack, he stands to leave. his voice is void of any feeling. "grow up."

JOOHYUK

tell him to stay. tell him you're sorry, that you didn't mean it.

the rational part of him keeps repeating these things over and over in his brain, but it echoes in the space between his ears - nothing seems to absorb, nothing happens, and he doesn't so much as twitch a finger, as he watches joonho pack his things. joohyuk feels his limbs go numb, and he lets his hands fall back down to his sides.

it's just been a lot, lately. you've missed him so much but have been unable to tell him just how much. you're jealous - of his study budies and don't know how to properly express it without potentially getting too raw and revealing things that might change your relationship forever.

but instead, he twists his face into some sort of scowl, eyes burning not with hatred but with some emotion that is almost too heavy to put into words. "clearly, i'm right - if you're running off like this. i hit a nerve," he accuses. it's always the people closest to you that can inspire the strongest emotions. he's a maelstrom of feelings, and if he were even just a little more clear headed he could maybe try and pick apart and identify the individual emotions causing this shitstorm of a confrontation - and try to explain it in a way that'd be more fair, in a way that could diffuse this -

instead, he hears the last two words from joonho, and he laughs. bitterly. "honestly? fuck off, man." and he turns his back on him, listening closely for the sound of sneakers scuffing against linoleum to fade - going from right next to him to down the hall, around the corner.

going, going, going...gone.

"this sucks." this was far from the way he wanted this to end. but he's here now, and he's alone.

[FIN]

[itsacriime]

Joonho studied Tsai's face a moment, watching his expression, before letting out a quiet sigh of relief. He could be lying but he seemed alright. The question, however, threw Joonho off. "I heard that—" he stopped and shook his head. Tsai wasn't his responsibility. That didn't stop his concern for the other though. Especially when he heard about a fight having ensued and a couple deaths being the end result. "It doesn't matter. You're okay? Is that your blood?"

"It's nothing.." Someone being worried for him was new to Tsai, not something he was used to so he was not sure how to respond. Generally he was uninjured though and the blood splatter was not his own despite covering his cheek and hands. "Why're you here?"

[fadinglights]

they thought we were a couple. [ jules/seonho ]

relationship prompts / accepting!

"oh,  really?"  jules  asks,  raising  an  eyebrow  before  thanking  him  with  a  radiant  beam  as  he  places  the  ice  cream  cup  into  her  hands.  "i  wonder  what  made  them  think  so."  sometimes,  she  catches  herself  wishing  that  they  were  a  couple  too,  and  if  she's  being  completely  honest,  they've  been  acting  like  one  for  a  few  weeks  now.  it's  as  if  something  silently  shifted  between  them,  and  the  affection  she's  always  felt  towards  him  has  evolved  beyond  mere  platonic  feelings.  the  truth  is,  he  didn't  have  to  take  her  to  the  new  ice  cream  place  she's  been  dying  to  try  out  at  this  hour,  nor  did  he  have  to  entertain  her  wishes  for  a  relaxing  drive  after  his  long  day.  but  he  does  it  anyway.  and  she  shouldn't  be  thinking  about  him  as  often  as  she  does  throughout  her  day  when  they're  just  friends.  she  has  to  stop  herself  from  overthinking  it,  though,  or  else  the  cooling  sensation  of  the  ice  cream  and  the  autumn  breeze  grazing  her  cheeks  won't  be  enough  to  hide  her  flustered  state.  "thanks  for  picking  me  up  from  work  tonight."  she  says,  grateful  that  he  did  so  when  joonho  didn't  answer  her  calls.  her  brother  was  probably  busy  with  something,  though.  "i  owe  you  one." / @evocatiive

[twentysixdegrees]

*circuits

@thecityandthecities

it’s certainly an upgrade from freshman year. at least now he doesn’t have to worry about having the right ratio, or making sure to have anywhere from five to twenty dollars on his person to get into a party. the only downside is that he’s pretty sure that their friend group is expecting him to help host at the next major holiday-ish party, and he’s not sure if he’s ready for that just yet. he...doesn’t even have an apartment off campus; he’s in the dorms with joonho, so that’ll be interesting to see how it all plays out--

joohyuk is severely distracted.

he’s spacing out on this mildly interesting story about how steph had to walk home barefoot from her latest chem 3 exam because joonho’s getting hit on by a girl who’s like three degrees of separation from any of them. it’s just morally wrong. how can joohyuk leave his best friend and the only roommate he hasn’t scared off by his odd hours in the hands of a total stranger?

so he thinks up a lie. believable enough to not arouse suspicion--

“i need you,” he states to joonho, looking him straight in the eye. all this after just walking away from steph and jake mid story. “beer pong duo upstairs getting too cocky after 2 wins in a row.” his smile to the girl is too easy to be truly fake. joohyuk is genuinely happy to steal joonho away. “sorry, he’ll catch up with you later. we’ve got a title to defend right now.”

he’s such a freaking liar.

there’s no guilt though. two beers, a cup of the seriously strong mixed juice, and three stupid dare shots in, and joohyuk doesn’t feel much. except for how warm joonho’s palm is in his. they’re holding hands, and he’s dragging him upstairs where the pong table actually is, but he directs them toward a sharp left, where the hallway is dimmer, and the little bay window overlooks the street in front of the house. “i lied.” he shrugs, letting go of joonho’s hand and sitting on the little seat that’s got a worn out cushion. “i’ll lie less in the new year or something, i don’t know.”

“but it was hot down there and i know how uncomfortable you get when there’s a lotta body heat.” nose scrunching, he can even call himself out of his bull (but he’s not sorry). joohyuk reaches behind him, fumbling with the latch on the window. he pushes it out so that it opens an inch or two, letting the cool winter air hit his back. he shivers. “sorry if you were really interested in her. didn’t mean to cockblock you.” opening his legs slightly, he leaves room for joonho to settles himself wherever he wants: against the railing of the stairs, up against the wall, or right in between his legs.

he’s laid the cards out on the table. it’s joonho’s turn now.

[fmdjihoon]

starter for @fmdjoonho ( some time in the present, near gangnam )

he wasn’t on his usually route today, instead of turning left at the big traffic light he keeps on forward towards the fancy restaurant. the change in scenery was nice, the people he encountered on the street were different, it was refreshing to explore a new area on his irregular walks. however, the one thing he wasn’t expecting was to see an old face stored in the depths of his mind pop up just across the road from him.

if he remembers correctly, it’s joonho of impulse that he’s spotted walking opposite him, flashbacks of a passionate night fly across jihoon’s mind as he goes back to the summer of last year. shaking away the memories he decides to make his way over to the nearby pavement and greet him yet again.

“hey! it’s jihoon, do you remember me?”

[ameliiorate]

"Taking some time for yourself is good," Seonho agrees with a nod, thinking the time off will help Jules recuperate after all the stress. He does work throughout the weekend, but he's carved out time for Saturday in case this goes well. And if it doesn't, well, he will use that time off to stare up at his ceiling and mope around until he's over his feelings. He doubts it will be that easy considering the depths of his affections for Jules, but he refuses to let his feelings be an obstacle in their friendship. "Well, I was thinking..." He trails, suddenly deciding that he should shift gears. His mouth clamps shut momentarily and his eyes fall out the window, following Jules' gaze and thoughts drifting. The pouring rain could be a foreboding sign, and maybe he should back out now and not risk what he has with Jules for the potential of what they could be. "I, uh, yeah, I think he took one." His brows furrow as he considers Joonho who had been kind enough to depart long enough to allow Jules and Seonho this moment. He couldn't let his friend's efforts be in vein, right? Particularly not when he's actually pretty sure that Joonho did not take an umbrella. "If he's not here in a bit, we can call him, but before that..." Jittery, Seonho bounces his leg underneath the table, and he reaches out his hand to brush against one of Jules'. Then he lunges forward in a leap of faith. "I was thinking that maybe you and I could go out this Saturday on a date." A hand scratches at the base of his neck, and he can't stop himself from moving. His nerves are all over the place, but he makes it a point to keep his gaze steady where it meets hers.

"no,  i'm  glad  i  allowed  myself  a  weekend  off  after  everything  that  happened  last  week."  jules  sighs.  she's  already  vented  enough  about  her  previous  gig that  gave  her  more  grey  hair  than  what  it’s  worth.  it  will  take  her  a  while  before  she  agrees  to  do  another  wedding  gig,  whether  it's  a  favour  for  someone  or  not.  working  with  brides  has  proven  to  be  more  challenging  compared  to  working  with  artists  and  shooting  directors,  who  usually  have  a  clearer  vision  and  are  less  on  the  edge.  "what  do  you  want  to  do?"  she  asks,  a  curious  smile  adorning  her  tinted  lips.  she's  unaware  of  what's  about  to  happen,  as  hanging  out  with  seonho  has  become  a  common  occurrence.  perhaps  one  might  question  how  frequently  they  see  each  other  and  how  their  relationship  has  grown  closer  over  the  months,  but  she's  let  that  question  slide  every  time  it  arises.  delicately  manicured  fingers  gently  stir  the  straw  in  her  salted  caramel  drink  as  her  gaze  drifts  towards  the  wall  of  windows,  where  raindrops  splatter  and  create  a  mosaic  of  colours,  making  the  outside  world  appear  surreal.  "i  wonder  why  he's  taking  so  long."  joonho  has  gone  out  to  shop  for  groceries  for  their  dinner,  but  it's  taking  longer  than  usual.  she  hasn't  mentioned  it,  fearing  an  earful  from  either  of  them,  but  her  drink  is  the  first  meal  of  the  day  for  her,  given  how  hectic  her  schedule  has  been.  “he  did  take  an  umbrella  when  he  headed  out,  right?"

[yuseonguarchive]

—  WANTED CONNECTIONS

some of these are romantic, some are platonic, some could go either way. if you’re interested in any of them, give this post a little like & i’ll come ask you about it!!

SONG CHAEWON 

i don’t really have much in depth info for this lmao, chaewon just wants a girlfriend to love n take care of

LEE SOHYUN

sohyun’s parents died when she was 13 & she started hanging around with a bad crowd. she’s moved on since then, but give me some of her old friends trying to hang around with her again?? i just love bad influences idk

MOON DEOKAH

deokah’s a vampire with the world’s most powerful maternal urges. give her vampire kids to adopt okay

GONG HAIBO

this might be easier for me to explain in full over ims lmao, but a plot based on the thai film the blue hour. the tl;dr version is haibo has a shitty family, meets a hookup at an allegedly haunted pool, it turns into more than a hookup & ends in a plot to murder haibo’s family. you gotta be okay w/ dual-shipping for this one bc haibo has a mdzs verse ship as well lmao

JEON MINGI

another spicy one, please can i get some of mingi’s exes?? the whole time they dated mingi was the perfect boyfriend, until they slept together for the first time & then suddenly mingi broke up with her with no real explanation. maybe they’re still friends, maybe your muse absolutely despises him, it’s all up to you babie

CHOI HYEON

hyeon’s old army fuck buddy!! another one that's plot heavy lmao, hyeon's definitely a straight man but one of his army buddies managed to charm their way into his pants ( and eventually his heart ) during their military service. except he has a girlfriend that hyeon found out about on their discharge date & he still isn't okay with that. their 6 month reunion is coming up soon & hyeon's planning on making a scene ( except he'll probably chicken out lmao )

KIM GUNTAEK

please i am begging you give me the gumiho that cursed him. he’s been searching for her ever since she cursed him and he has one hell of a grudge. we can plot where this goes, like, whether her cursing him was an accident or intentional, whether she feels bad about it or gives no shits, stuff like that u feel

PEARL MASON

psa first & foremost that i know absolutely nothing about the hunger games & my default verse is basically an information that miyabis gives me lmao but can i get some hunger games threads for miss pearl pls

CHOI TAEJOO

TW DOMESTIC ABUSE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, HIV STATUS because apparently i love traumatising my muses, can i get taejoo’s ex-girlfriend. this one would need to be heavily plotted out given the circumstances, but the tl;dr version of events is gayoung & taejoo started dating when she was 16 & he was 15, she was physically & sexually abusive for the entirety of their relationship & taejoo ended up contracting hiv from her which gave him the final push he needed to leave her. it’s been 4 years since then & taejoo is finally starting to move on with his life so to me that’s the perfect reason to bring her back into his life lmao

KANG JAEHA CONNECTION 2

one of jaeha’s brothers!! maybe they find out about him being a drag queen, maybe they’re supportive, maybe they aren’t. i just love sibling interactions okay

THE INVINCIBLES

friends!! enemies!! lovers!! who knows what, i just want more interactions for the invincibles!!

RHATHA ‘RURI’ NAKPRASIK

a secret girlfriend!! this can either be someone from back in chiang rai or someone she’s met since coming to seoul. ruri isn’t out to her family & has a fiance back home in thailand, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t gonna try & find her True LoveTM in the meantime

CHAE SUJONG

sujong’s old culinary school pals!! maybe they’ve started working in a restaurant, maybe they’ve opened their own places, they’ve all gone their separate paths and now it’s time they all reunited

KITTIPAT ‘KLA’ CHANTHOKRACHANG

mmm controversial but someone that knows kla murdered his babysitter when he was a kid?? or someone who’s suspicious of him and can’t quite put their finger on why?? kla is absolutely prepared to kill again if it means saving his own skin, i just want that good cat & mouse game for him, u feel??

WACHIRAWIT ‘MINT’ TIENPHOSUWAN

TW PROSTITUTION mint is a sex worker -- not because he has no choice, it’s because he likes sex & figured it was a good idea to get himself started after the Big MoveTM to bangkok. can i get some clients for him or smthng. he doesn’t discriminate, everyone’s welcome, just don’t try and couple up with him lmao

KRITTIPORN ‘FIAT’ CHUENCHAI

fiat has to endure walking in on his brother fucking on their couch & he wants to nut too. please just give fiat a girlfriend already. bonus points if she isn’t squeamish because chances are, if he ever takes her back to his, they’re going to inevitably walk in on ford’s cock

AO CHUXIA

hi can i get some fans for chuxia?? her favourite past-time is sliding into her fans dms to sweet talk her way into bed with them & maintain her ladykiller status lmao

KANG JOONHO

again, bc apparently i love traumatising my muses, can i get a half-sibling of some kind for joonho?? he’s another muse that has no idea who his father is & doesn’t really care to find out. there would probably be quite an age gap between him & any potential siblings bc joonho is the result of a teen pregnancy. idk i just want some kind of sibling for joonho lmao

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     -- hello!! unfortunately i’ll be dropping a few threads due to my lack of muse. :( work has been kinda hard with the holiday season coming up, and i’ve been hanging out with friends more often as well as changing what i’m going to school for -- i’m just not on here as often as i would like to be. if you’re tagged below, this is just to let you know what i’m dropping therefore you don’t think i’m ignoring you kjjdsjf if you would still like to write with me, feel free to like this post for a new, small starter -- either with the pairing listed or completely new muses, either of which i will reach out to ask you about! thank you for understanding, i love you guys. <3 

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