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moonxtaesung:

taesung said things without thought, without care really, because he didn’t think about the underlying meanings in his words. he didn’t think about his feelings, purely because he thought it was selfish for him to even think about liking another. so he pushed back the thoughts, even if the words still made it out of tae’s mouth in a joking comment. instead, he just focused on other things instead, like the others mutation and how bad he felt for the other that he had to deal with something like that.. as much as he could imagine it, it wasn’t like he could really think of how he’d deal with it himself. but then again, being ‘blessed’ with divine powers could sometimes take it’s own toll on tae; it was just a fact that he didn’t let anyone see that. “true– and when have i ever fed you anything nasty? you know me well enough by now that it’s not in my nature to play that kind of prank on you,” he chuckled, smiling a little at taejoon again. “what are you in the mood for?”

he always tried to look at things positively; keyword here being tried. constantly being reminded that he lost five years of his life and would lose more if he wasn’t careful with his power wasn’t the best after all. but taesung had been his saving grace, cliched as it may sound. the elder had been there for him during his bouts of depression espoused by his mutation that he’d much rather forget. “true. but you never know, tae. you might suddenly want to feed me something bad. aren’t you sick of feeding me yet?”, he joked instead. taejoon had slowed his pace until he was just walking then, calming down his beating heart, as he outright refused to acknowledge the fact that his red cheeks were both from running and from the mutant beside him. “hmm. waffles? do you have ingredients for waffles?” when he could finally breathe properly and not hear his heart hammering against his chest, he looked at the literal angel beside him and said, “you know i’m thankful for you right?”

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moonxtaesung:

tae knew that he was pretty hard to get rid of, pretty hard to shake off when he found both an interest in you and wanted to make friends– and that was what had happened with taejoon. he’d met the other during their first year, and from then, tae had wanted to get closer to him. and here they were now, the younger his best friend really. he chuckled at the sneer and glare then, being quick to speed up a little so he was ahead of the other just by a little, looking back at taejoon.  tae laughed at first at the joke, before the second part was made. he lowered to the ground then, jogging beside him. “you love me too much to do that.” he hummed, tone lighter. “come on, lets finish your jog then go get some food. unless you wanna finish now and come back to mine so i can make us something?” with the dimensional joke made, he wanted to distract taejoon now really.

if it weren’t for the fact that he had a quick reaction time, taejoon was sure he would’ve given himself away the second taesung said you love me too much to do that. the other male had no idea how true the whole statement was, but probably for different reasons that he didn’t know. but he was at least grateful that the elder had chosen to ignore his little joke slip-up, knowing that his own mutation—his own curse—was somewhat of a sensitive subject between the two of them. having that kind of power that ate up your life wasn’t exactly the nicest of things to think about. “sure, i can finish my jog going to yours anyway. what are you making for me this time, tae? you’re not feeding me something nasty now, are you?” the lighter mood had him joking back to the elder, knowing that he was doing this for him anyway.

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Nam Taejoon wasn’t the most open of staff members in Imperium. With a power like his, it was hard to get close to anybody when there was a chance of massive shit happening that would potentially ruin everything he held dear to him. Most days, he stayed in his office, cooped up and closed off from the world; it tends to work for the most part, although he can’t deny that he does succumb to the calls of the flesh from time to time.

Today was one of those nights where he’d gone to the bar for a drink, uncaring if there were students there or not. It was after office hours anyway and he didn’t care what the students did then; their time was their time, his time was his time. Except he’s hearing a familiar voice from behind and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Did you need something?”

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impdaewon:

One of the reasons he hated his power so much was because it just hurt like a son of a bitch. If he didn’t rip his skin open every single time, then he maybe wouldn’t mind so much, but that is exactly what happened. It was why he didn’t like extending his claws for anything, even for showing off, but another fit of rage had come and gone and he was left to clean up the mess. He winced a little as he carefully dabbed at his blood-stained knuckles with a wet cloth. He was still bleeding a little from the holes the claws had left behind once he had retracted them again. The pain was familiar by now, but that didn’t mean he was any more used to it than he was the first time it happened. 

And he did not talk about the first time it happened. Ever. 

Clenching his jaw a little, Daewon stretched his fingers out a little, trying to clean it up enough so he could just wrap his hand in bandages so it could heal again. But that was when he felt a pair of eyes on him, looking up through his fringe at whoever was standing there gawking at him. “ If you want to ask something, then go ahead, ” he spoke simply, trying to mask the pain in his voice, before turning his eyes back to what he was doing, “ But please don’t just stand there staring at me. ”

Sometimes, Taejoon wished he had physical manifestations instead of the bullshit astral imprisonment he had that frankly he couldn’t even use lest he wanted to die earlier than expected. If anything, his powers fucked him over in more ways that he could count. Losing a year of life for every human he sends and traps in another dimension wasn’t exactly the best of feelings after all, and he’d much rather have physical manifestations than have to constantly worry about how much of his life would he lose should it happen again.

This wasn’t one of those times.

He had just dismissed a class and was on the way back to the faculty lounge to get himself a cup of tea after being reminded of the upcoming student trials again. God, he hated the trials as much as some of the other students did. And that was when he saw Daewon and his bloody knuckles. He didn’t even have the chance to look away and continue on to the lounge when the older male had called him out, Taejoon’s own eyes narrowing at the other. Rolling his eyes instead, he strode over and opened the first aid kit beside Daewon and took out the medicine and bandages. “Give me your hand—don’t argue with me on this.”

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Are you afraid of dying?

He froze. Of the many topics he’s tried so hard to avoid, it’s the thought of dying that has him on edge. As much as he’s come to accept that he will always pass on before anyone else did, it’s still a topic he tries so hard to avoid. “Dying, no. Dying now, probably.” Because as much as astral imprisonment is powerful enough to deal with whoever it was that they needed to deal with, the cost of using it is far too much for one person to bare.

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What do you think about the intense testing you all have to go through?

Taejoon couldn’t help but frown. He remembered back when he was still a student when they were forced to prove themselves every time. No wonder there was so much rift in the system. But now that he was working in Imperium...well he could see why there was a need for the testing—but only just. “It’s a good chance to see how far you can push your powers. But only in the presence of a professor.”

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impxtaesung:

where most people went running in the morning, tae liked to do things a little differently by flying. he didn’t need to run anyway when he was already good with stamina, speed and getting distances, and flying was the best way he had to strengthen his wings. if tae wanted to, he could fly faster than a plane with how much experience he had, but most of the time he just chose to fly at a normal speed. today was no different. he’d been out for a couple hours already, was slowly coming back down, when he saw his friend out for his own run, and tae grinned as he flew down low enough, gliding now as his wings shaded the other male. “i didn’t know we were racing,” he grinned, laughing. “and it’s not cheating just because i can fly and you can’t.” at that, he flew down lower so he was nearly right beside taejoon, only he was still a little above him. 

Taesung was the unlikely friend he made in Imperium. With how dangerous his power was, for everyone and himself, he had decided to keep his distance from everyone and not at all willing to get close to any of them. Apparently, that wasn’t the case with the other Gleam because for some odd reason, Taejoon found himself gravitating towards him; he knew none of this was going to end well at all but he went and got close to him anyway. When Taesung had flown right beside him, he sneered and glaring at him halfheartedly before choosing to ignore the flying male, continuing on his route. He was thankful for the company because then that meant fewer students stopping him or joining him on his run. “I should hit you. Or send you to another dimension.” And then he winced—he didn’t mean to make that joke.

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During mornings, there were only two things he usually did after washing up: he either ran or swam. Taejoon wasn’t technically an athlete, but he wanted to keep himself healthy at least. Considering he had powers—powers that he didn’t even want to think about—he needed to keep his body in shape in case of circumstances that he had no control over. With that day starting out with a nice morning, Taejoon chose to go on a run, earphones plugged in as he kept his pace as he went on his normal route. At least until a shadow covered his sun, and there was only one person he knew who would do such a thing. Looking up, he glared at the male flying up above him, before shouting, “Stop cheating, Tae!”

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Drunken accidents were something he tried not to think about. Taejoon tries to avoid alcohol whenever he can because he seemingly loses all inhibitions when he doesn’t avoid it. One of which was a one-night stand he had with a student, of all people. He had tried his best to avoid her, already feeling awkward just thinking about the fact that he did, and for the most part, he was successful. At least until he bumped into her that day. As indifferent his face may be, his eyes definitely exposed how awkward he currently was with the whole situation. “Miss Kwon,” he started off awkwardly, holding his folder tighter, cursing himself when what had happened eons ago was coming back to bite him in the ass.

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impminguk:

OKAY… THE POWER of duplication definitely has its perks. he could accomplish so much in one day while taking a good nap in the comfort of his dorm room. one of the downsides is that he often needs to corral his wayward selves before they become too independent, too rebellious. if they’re left to their own devices for too long, they don’t want to come back. ( he understands, but there is only one nam minguk. ) so far he found and reasorbed most of the duplicates he had created for the day, but there’s still one more that he needs to find. time’s ticking, and he’s starting to worry. “ hey! ” he calls out to the nearest person he spotted. “ have you seen me? i mean— not me me but someone who’s exactly like me but is not my twin. ”

All Taejoon really wanted to do was lock himself up in his office and not have to deal with students after his last class. Hey may have gone back to Imperium to teach but that didn’t mean he could tolerate dealing with students when they were all excited or whatever it was that they felt during first day of classes. There were too much to deal with and he didn’t have the patience for them. So when he gets called by a student, the annoyance wasn’t hidden from his face. “Mr. Nam,” he replied instead, letting him explain away whatever the hell his predicament was. “You duplicated yourself and lost one of them?” Brows raising, the professor had instead looked as if he gave zero shits about his problem—which wasn’t technically a lie. But he was already imagining the headache he was going to get when the Flare had made enough trouble worth reining in. “No. Now come on, we have to look for your duplicate before he starts making more trouble.”

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Hey everyone~! It’s Iya again, Kasper’s mun. This is my second bab Nam Taejoon and he’s staff this time. This is a sideblog so I can’t follow anyone from here. I’ll get back to replies, IMs and plotting in a while (and I’m also on Discord as icedlatte #5605!) but here’s some stuff about Taejoon:

Nam Taejoon, ex-Gleam, 27 years old, currently a Philosophy professor

His power is astral imprisonment or being able to restrain, trap, and imprison beings in another astral dimension (read more about it here)

He’s cold and distant to most people and a lil strict with his students

He used to be a happy lil bab until his power was triggered and he has since then become that ;;

Taejoon hates his powers and often pretends he doesn’t have them

THIS IS IMPORTANT: The reason why he hates his powers so much is because every time he traps a human in another astral dimension, a year in his life is deducted

He’s currently sent five people in another dimension so that means five years of his life was lost

You can read more about him through his profile and background

I’ll get to plotting now babs so just hit like and I’ll slide in your IMs!!

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