rmyejun-blog

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okay take 2 lets go HI WELCOME NEW (AND OLD) MONSTERS this is my son who’s still trash except now he’s 22, a senior in college, sells kick and magically got a prettier face (srry junhoe)

summary under the cut, if u want some starter prompts and other muse related things just click around on his blog or ask me to link. pls plot with me!! thank you

1/2 of kim twins of terror (his twin’s npc for now). odynokinesis/pain manip. pol sci bitch who JUST starting to apply for law schools rip him! jaeger’s resident reluctant agony aunt

mind-based powers are pretty much a family thing. the twins’ birth if anything reinforced that to be true

extroverted introvert? like he’s perfectly capable of socializing he just. has a bad habit of being fucking stunned at the incompetency of some people even though he should rlly know better by now

won’t fake it till he makes it. not his thing sorry 

“are you fucking done?” “do we need to do this now?”  

doesn’t aim for excellence. straight up a B-student and is perfectly fine with it. kind of skates off of intuition and being able to read the room, which does leave the chance of things turning sour but u know what...it’s a risk he’s willing to take thanks

has a knack for finding loopholes...is it a surprise that he mans the gambling schedule in jaeger’s basement and wants to be a lawyer lmao

works at the athletic center as a lifeguard *kool aid man voice* o yeah

was an initiate right off the bat with jaeger and that shit HURTED but he has no one to thank but psycho fighting dog breeder grandma for preparing him for the tough things in life

as for how he plays in the monster games, his ability’s pretty useful in situations where you’ve already knocked someone to the ground and you want them to stay there, or even to like make them falter before you aim and target type of shit. also real nice for makeshift paramedic stuff if needed be

listened to lorde once in high school and now he’s a flaming bisexual thanks white horse girl queen

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✉ @

meme / accepting

✉ (text that wasn’t sent) 

( sms → flipped ) I wasn’t that obvious back then, was I?

@ (scared text) 

( sms → flipped) FUCK( sms → flipped ) WHY IS THERE A DEAD DOG IN FRON OT MY ADOORSTEP WHAT THE FUCK( sms → flipped ) .jpg_fakedeaddog( sms → flipped ) wait a minute.

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✉

meme / accepting

✉ (text that wasn’t sent) 

vers. 1

( sms → ✨) just so you know( sms → ✨) I don’t regret what happened that night at all 

vers. 2

( sms → ✨) Can’t we make this work somehow? 

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#

meme / accepting

# (random text) 

( sms → et tu, shrimp? ) look behind you( sms → et tu, shrimp? ) to your left( sms → et tu, shrimp? ) TO. YOUR. LEFT. ( sms → et tu, shrimp? ) To( sms → et tu, shrimp? ) you’re hopeless. I’m leaving.

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poltergeist

@rmjiyul

“Act on the Control of Narcotics, Chapter One, Article Three. No person shall conduct any act falling under any of the following subparagraphs: Any act of carrying, possessing, using, managing, importing and exporting, manufacturing, trading, assisting in trade of, or giving or receiving, the psychotropic drug—” 

boom, 

“Any act of trading, or assisting in the trade of, marijuana—”

boom, 

“ Any act of smoking or taking in marijuana or marijuana seed coats, or any act of—”

boom. 

“you’re gettin’ the hang of this, jiyul-ssi.”

there are some things that aren't meant to be seen in the dark. a glint of an unblinking eye. shadows that shift. the way a mouth twists, stretches wide at the corners. but the flame from his lighter flickers over the scratched up slate concrete-slab floor of the basement, and the smirk that pulls across yejun’s face is one of cruel satisfaction, clear as day.

it's not everyday that jaeger territory is this accommodating, and to an alpha, no less. then again, it's not everyday yejun is witness to this either: golden boy with a silver spoon, all pretenses blown out in a curl of smoke, hanging on and high by the last letter. floating way above the ceiling rafters by now, he’s sure of it, because they hadn’t been only puff-puff and passing.

under the dingy white lighting of the single bare bulb that swings slight above them, their surroundings appear to shift ominously at angles that seem to make the room slide, overexposed, then cast over in an ink spell. this doesn’t bother him. what does is that this is nowhere the mark he usually hits.

and then he remembers. instinctively, his hand reaches over to his pocket. 

by now the number of rules they’ve broken must total to an impossible amount. what’s the harm in breaking one more? 

“hey.” yejun nudges him. “wanna try something different?” 

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?? ツ

meme / accepting

?? (drunk text) 

( sms → paws ) ok can u plesea come to the cage nxt time( sms → paws ) we can make $$& $( sms → paws ) dalla dalla naneua n nam dalla

ツ (excited text) 

( sms → paws ) So one of our initiates might’ve just mugged an alpha ( sms → paws ) Man really out here walking around with a thick wad of bills in his wallet…at his big age…HAH

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rmyunseo‌:

winner’s glory is short lived, as is her elation at being reunited with her cabin-mates. it’s a long story, and it’s probably better not to talk about it.

hours later, and there’s a fire on the beach, there’s a crash on the shore–long days make nights that wreck havoc on the inhibitions. the sand underneath her is as bumpy as the choppy water out some 7 or 8 meters from the bonfire. she misses him. these are all things that she knows to be true. the initiates are fun to look at to pass the time, but even though they’re a spectacle of eagerness and flashy abilities, she still manages to meet his eye. he’s further out from the center than she is, but she picks up her towel and wraps it around her shoulders, making her way toward him, weaving between people.

in the dying heat of the summer, the ocean wind chills the back of her neck, her shoulders. shoulda, coulda, woulda put another layer on, but she’s full of bad decisions today. it’d started with forgetting jugeum at the cabin, and it might end in some way with yejun in the picture. towel loose now as her hands drop to her sides, she stays standing in front of him. “not very often i get to look down on you…” and then, small shuffles closer towards him as the smallest smile tips the sides of her mouth up. “miss me?” he’s got her stuck in his orbit.

salt foam, salt sting on a wound, salt lingering on bare skin; it melts into the burn of spiced rum at the back of his throat, an envelope of warmth. if the roll of the high tide has helped wash out his residual indignation, it’s the single glance in her direction that has him forgetting past tense entirely—one look and the memory from hours prior is wiped clean with the waves. 

it’s an awful game they play: forgetting, forgiving, following the magnetic pull of feeling. but all yejun does in the meantime is follow the way she emerges from the throng of bodies to walk towards where he sits. 

even under the orange glow, it’s hard to read his expression as he tilts his gaze to meet yunseo’s. a ghost of a smile graces his lips. “well i don’t mind this angle.” 

yejun’s eyes drop to her hands. by instinct, his own are tempted to reach out for them. except he’s not so willing to bend to habit just yet. so they stay in their fold, arms crossed over his chest. 

“you look like you’re having fun.” 

waves

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by the toe

@rmhyejin​

the second he steps off of the motorboat, he knows where he’s going: not anywhere near cabin black because loyalty be damned at this hour, but to the one two doors down.

green. synonymous with tranquility, calm in the language of color psychology, the deepest hold of the earth with its emerald-blazed hills, sweeping flora and fauna, and whatever else tree-fucker poetics involve that he can’t care to indulge in. but it’s refuge he’s seeking, and refuge he’ll have one way or another. if not here, then elsewhere.

to his utmost relief, it appears there’s no need to go looking for it anywhere else.

ducking under the doorway, yejun's steps are pronounced, falling heavy through the cabin. on better, brighter days, he'd put up the stealth act as those possessed by mischief do, but nothing is harmless about the way his shitty mood trails behind him, a presence so loud that it’d turned heads on his way down here. 

she’s turned away when he enters the room, face half hidden by loose beach waves. but there’s no need to do a double-take. real recognizes real, and there’s nothing that rings painfully true like their brand of misery. another summer, another lesson in romantics grown sour. 

he tosses his bag to a corner and drops to the ground, back slouched against the foot of hyejin’s bed. “can this trip be fucking done already?” 

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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rmtaejoon‌:

It’s quite the experience, he thought. 

Taking a leak in the middle of the night on a retreat to an island off the peninsula, just for the sake of trying to get into a university for weirdos at the age of twenty-five. 

It wasn’t really, pathetic — yet.

Taejoon finished what he had to do and was immediately startled by the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. They silence as soon as he waited to see if he could hear any joints pop, causing him to silently look around. Since being startled, he was thrown out of focus. It didn’t quite help that he was half-asleep, but everything began to look unfamiliar. Earlier, he made sure to remind himself that he was supposed to go back to his left. 

But now, his left was no longer his left, nor was it his right — or was it?

He whipped his head around and began to walk to what he thought was his previous left. Taejoon looked behind him when he heard a joint crack, unless it came from in front of him ——

“ AAAH !! ”

When he walked into a body, he jumped while letting out a godforsaken yelp and stumbled back. His heart was going a mile a minute and his eyes set upon another person, with the exact post-traumatic shocked expression that Taejoon had. He glared at the other as though he deserved an explanation for being scared to death after peeing in the woods.

going out at all had been the first mistake.

beer breath is tolerable until there's no other smell that seems to permeate the room—butter sticky and nauseatingly sweat. bring the claustrophobia-inducing arrangement into the picture and pit it against the promise of open sand, water, breeze, and it’s a losing battle before he can so much as will the energy to peel himself off the floor. after all, the body wants what the body wants, and he’d much rather have body-to-body that requires five feet of personal space and another half that won't drool on his shoulder.

bare foot and scuffed up from the heavy pre-gaming, he's sure to keep his steps quiet. there's no direction in mind, finds no need of it when all he needs is fresh air. but one thing always leads to another. funny how that happens, the body preceding brain, the brain preceding body. in his still-boozed daze, yejun connects the dots in the most arbitrary of paths. 

for instance: there's a boat anchored to the docks that's named rhiannon and memory conjures the opening notes of acoustic guitar. she is like a cat in the dark and then, it loops for a bit, distorted, muffled, thin, thinner, thinning until it slips from his ear like a whisper. by then yejun's traveled a distance so far removed from the cabin grounds that he has to stop for a second and think. or think to the best of his ability. he taps the bark of the tree in front of him. when did that get here?

it's the faint rustle of leaves. the sinking feeling in his gut after. he retreats, slowly, back to who may be a partner in misery because he's too fixated on that fucking pine tree until—

"AAAH!" 

ah?

yejun turns too quickly and "FU-" 

his voice pitches into what's a freakishly high scream, but it cuts short the second his eyes match face to name. wait. 

"what the fuck?"

his gaze quickly narrows, scrutinizing him. "taejoon hyung?" off vice-cap duty, the honorific gets tacked on without delay. "what the hell are you doing down there?”

・。S-S-SCULLY!!!・*

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rmjeyun‌:

[ kkt → 김예준 ] all I can say is I’m sorry that image made its way to your screen [ kkt → 김예준 ] it was never my intention. [ kkt → 김예준 ] which means I am exempt from responsibility!

[ kkt → 김예준 ] wish I could have seen your candid reaction, bet it was gold 😊

( sms → flipped ) ...🤨 ( sms → flipped ) by the way you still have that video of me from that fake arm thing don’t you?  ( sms → flipped ) you’re a cruel bastard mun jeyun... ( sms → flipped ) I will report you to Police! 

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comes and goes

@rmkou

five years old is the first time, in the swimming pool of their two-story home on the outskirts of los angeles. yeseul isn't around to shove him in head first and get away with it, so the then-boy is under the firm, patient guide of his father’s hands instead. finding the bottom of the pool is easy, sitting and staying still somehow easier, arms tucked over his knees, breath held. sunlight ripples from above. he blinks in blue through his goggles. then slowly, slowly he lifts himself from the floor, feet paddling, limbs stretch, stretch, stretching until his mouth breaks water, then air. 

all it takes is a single pointer finger to the map. it's an open invitation of a gesture, complete with the questioning glance he throws at kou. here? 

a day later, they are, in fact, here. naksan beach spreads itself out smooth across the northern coastline, sand near cream-soft sinking beneath his feet as dazzling blue waves pull in their back-forth motion, low tide in a high noon. a lone trail of footprints are left untouched by the sea foam. there’s no smell of chlorine that lingers, that’s for sure. a welcome change from the slick tiles that they’re tasked to clean, the shrill call of gulls, incheon port bustle behind them by the distance of mountains. 

yejun swings his bag idly as they walk, drinking in the view. meditative. the gravel in his voice loosens from his throat. “you’re welcome to say thanks, by the way.” 

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rmyunseo‌:

don’t call him chucky! ( / * she’s not sure if the words are even making it back to yejun with how fast she’s running back down the hill. at some point the hem of his shirt slips out of her reach, but yunseo is trying her best not to twist her ankle on a loose rock or get her foot caught on a branch. \ ) ( / * not exactly applicable but you know how people use that phrase–what was it, honeymoon phase?– \ ) ( / * over. before it had even really begun. \ ) ( / * a quick look over her shoulder confirms that he’s actually running after her, though, and for a second she thinks that’s sweet. \ ) i don’t know! i got distracted–we were, you know, in a rush and– ( / * obviously to keep up appearances i had to dip after kissing you on the cheek! \ )

i’m already stressed enough! ( / * i’m goddamn running at full speed! \ ) i don’t need this from you! ( / * they’re not too too far up the hill that it takes forever to get back down, but when she sees jugeum still propped against the side of their cabin, she exhales big, relieved. \ ) ( / * attaching strings to him is easy, he’s not too too far, and she starts manipulating his limbs (knees, feet, standing. stride, stride, walking.). yunseo’s panting, wispy hairs falling around her face when yejun meets her . \ ) can’t you just…be more supportive? of me?

( / he bristles. they're back to square one. fucking fantastic. ) i didn't even do anything! ( /  maybe that's exactly what the root of the problem is. ) ( / but with gravity and the downwards slope of the hill, there's really nothing else he can do but follow down to the cabin grounds ) ( / yejun slows by the tree at the mouth of the walk they'd re-entered as yunseo hurries over for jugeum. ) 

( / the sight of it starting to move suddenly prompts a wave of disconnect for the situation that is so intense he has to actually physically stop to fathom it. barely dawn and he's running a marathon in beach flip flops, and they'd actually gone back to retrieve him. a screw must be loose somewhere. their own heads maybe. obviously osprey's. possibly god's. ) ... ( / he opens his mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. closes it, then again. still—nothing. zilch. nada. ) 

( / a defeated sigh. white flag of surrender. ) ( / he grabs the strap of one of her bags and slides it off her arm, hangs it over his own instead. ) there. i'm supporting you. ( / he turns on his heels and begins to walk. ) let's get outta here, and for real this time.

deviate

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rmxiaoli‌:

( ‘ / CONTRARY to popular belief – alpha members don’t actually run around like headless sheep in a flock upon meeting gumi’s very own natural disaster! but he supposes prejudices are hard to stamp out, especially in the middle of an apocalypse and so settles for the look of distaste yejun throws at him. ) ( ‘ / xiaoli bites the fuck out of his own tongue. ) woah, what, did you cure the damn thing’s migraine or something? get off your high horse, i know it’s more unfortunate than the fact that you’re jaeger’s vice captain, but we’re on the same team here. ( ‘ / barely, but still. he has to dip to avoid a tree branch that swings at his face, and tightens his hold on the bags slung over his shoulder. ) oh, babe, if you wanted flashy i’ll just drop a fucking boulder on us next time. ( ‘ / he throws him a glare and anybody could suspect they were from different cabins. ) are you hurrying up or what?

( / there's nothing much to decipher from xiaoli's expression other than pure contempt. to say the feeling's mutual is a complete and utter understatement. ) we went back for him, haven't you heard? ( / all mock heroism, the self-satisfied grin to match. would've coiffed his hair up too for the full effect, maybe had he had the time and the free hands to do it, neither being anywhere near possible for the past half hour ) ( / from the corner of his peripheral then, yejun spots them: a figure suddenly struck by some phantom case of good luck. fuck. ) ( / his sprint quickens to match xiaoli's ) you'd really be doing us a favor if you could do that right now. ( / he nods in the direction of some scrawny initiate, who seems to be getting the hang of the leap frog routine with his suitcase. no one’s said anything about having to play fair. ) 

fourfiveseconds

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rmxiaoli‌:

( ‘ / really by now, the only reasonable wavelength of thought that everybody seems to be on is osprey are on fucking crack. their giant fuck you! to every single student, from initiates to 4th years, it seems is nothing short of fantastic. ) ( ‘ / but somehow even god laughs because he sees someone whip around from in front of him and he almost hurls a goddamn pebble at them. ) ( ‘ / his mouth automatically forms into a scowl, voice raised in a poor imitation. ) ‘where the fuck have you been?’ sorry, yeah, had to bake cupcakes with ever and yunseo noona – even made a friendship bracelet, want to see? ( ‘ / he scoffs back. ) where d’you think i’ve been, genius? it’s more like where the fuck have you been ever since you left some of us to die in the cabin.

( / if this race was any indicator, the world could be on the brink of an apocalyptic disaster and that wouldn’t be enough for them to even try to get along. ) ( / yejun had assumed he and cody would’ve been joined at the hip for this whole thing. alpha solidarity? what a fucking hoax. ) what, did you leave jugeum out of your kumbaya stunt or something? ( / now that raises a genuine cackle out of him. he’d never dreamed to see the day where he’d be actually happy to see that thing tag along. ) ( / to their left is the line of hurdles—a straight shot to the finish line, except everyone’s been all aim and miss as they try to jump and run with their baggage ) ( / he throws him a look. ) maybe if you actually got up on time you wouldn’t have been left behind. ( / he pauses to skirt around a log ) and it’s not like our cabin was on fire, so what excuse do you even have? 

fourfiveseconds

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fourfiveseconds

@rmxiaoli

( / it's only a matter of time before they'd see it: full moon, blood moon soon to hover in the sky ) ( / he's speeding at the pace of pulses, fully maxed out on desperation ) ( / the dim flickering of a torch ablaze is slowly becoming visible and—fuck, is he about to cry? he’s going to fucking cry. ) ( / cabin black surrounds him within a tangible radius, from the front or behind ) ( / the sound of footsteps grows louder and louder until suddenly it matches with his. uh. ) ( / in momentary panic—all thanks to the trauma from the shack just a few minutes prior— yejun nearly swivels his head to look and it’s none other than one of the two alpha pricks they’ve got with them. ) ( / somehow he can summon the energy and oxygen to scoff ) where the fuck have you been?