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[heyitsjunsu]

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[heyitsjunsu]

hebijeeb​:

at 8:22 her skin begins to crawl.

there’s something about being trapped in a club function filled to the brim of the opulent that rubs her the wrong way. something that’s particularly business-like in a place designed to let loose that makes her stomach turn. as far as she’s ever been concerned, business never did mix too well with pleasure. and the rich and pretty, idols and actors and their sponsors alike, never seem to want to go too far.

but nevertheless, min jaehoon’s event meant that she was obligated (by who? i’ll let you guess) to show up, to socialize and take selfies that’ll never make it onto anybody’s public instagrams. idols, i tell you, there’s just no fun in playing with any of them if it meant she had to keep it a secret.

still, there’s such a thing as saving graces in places like this. namely, a 173cm and suspiciously well(?) dressed puppy dog that always seems to find her in events like these. noh junsu, a savior in each and every way, but tonight especially in the way he cuts in with an offer to leave the pair attempting to sweet-talk their way into a discount for filming on location at one of the hotels.

so she’s quick to bid the two goodbye, arm linking with junsu’s as they steer away from their direction. “you know just the right time to swoop in and save me-” rieon sports a cheery grin, one that quickly fades once she notes his ensemble. “what is this, by the way?” her hand reaches out, fingers furling around the fabric to give a sharp tug. “you look like the help.” disdain easily lilts her tone, and rieon doesn’t bother for permission before moving to loosen the knot, skilled fingers working to unravel the tie entirely. from there, she simply wraps the cloth around her hand and moves to pop the first three buttons of his dress shirt, moving onto roll up his sleeves after; all the while voicing her concerns.

“who dressed you—your dad? this isn’t a funeral reception.” she clicks her tongue, “it’s not like you’re ugly, i don’t know why you have to keep dressing like every night’s friday night mass—i swear, i would’ve mistaken you for a server if you didn’t come by.” rieon takes a step back to check her handiwork, chewing on her lower lip in thought. 

and decidedly so, she doesn’t like it. 

“mm, nah—take off the coat too.”

8:26 and he suddenly doesn’t want to go home anymore.

he’s still very much overwhelmed by the crowd, by the sequins and diamonds sewn to every woman’s dress and opalescent, orthodontist-treated smile that leaves the room with too much shimmer for junsu’s liking. how he’s never grown accustomed to these things and has always remained the family’s black sheep remains to be seen, but for tonight, he’s hanging on by a mere thread. 

the thread, of course, being kang rieon, who comes with a mysterious dose of oxytocin that seems to only affect him. it’s only worse when she’s closer — contrary to his racing heart and reddening cheeks. he can feel his face absolutely on fire when he’s rendered speechless by her starting words, mouth agape and ready to say something so charming before his thunder is stolen by the only woman he’d beg for it to happen from. “i —” he only takes a bit of her comments to heart, mostly because he’s reeling from their closeness in proximity and the feeling of rieon pulling him by his tie far more invigorating than expected. 

he knows he’s got no options available to him: one; she was absolutely right, it was in fact his father’s tie, and his father did suggest for him to wear it tonight (it was meant to be sort of a familial tribute sort of thing). junsu doesn’t her second comment, of course, because his mind is racing at the fact that rieon has her hands literally all over him, and junsu wishes the world could literally just come to a grinding halt so he could live in this moment forever. 

of course, it doesn’t. but rieon still looks as pretty as ever when she takes a step back to eye her work from top to bottom; junsu tries to straighten himself up for her, pushing back his shoulder blades and sticking his chest out just enough that it might make him look a little more handsome in her eyes.

“what?” he blinks, his mind needing a moment to process her comment before it registers amidst the cheery banter around them. he makes a slight pout as he takes off his blazer, revealing a well ironed, white oxford shirt. junsu takes rieon’s hints to roll up his sleeves again and steps back for her to look again and prays she’s satisfied with his look this time. he runs one quick, last minute hand through his hair. “alright, is this better?”

[heyitsjunsu]

[ sms: 👶🏻 ] its ur bday? r u finally legal now?

( kkt ) hyung i've been legal for 5 years now ( kkt ) ... but ty anyway!!!!!!!!

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#Our_Hero_DINO_Day

Happy birthday to our future of Kpop, our talented maknae Dino!! Thank you for being born, you adorable person you 🧡

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( kkt ) HEY ( kkt ) happy birthday ( kkt ) birthday kiss? ( kkt ) 😘 ( kkt ) jokes ( kkt ) have fun tonight!! and know that everything you send me when you're shitfaced will be held against you 💕

( kkt ) omg rieon noona hey!!!!!!!!! ( kkt ) wait ( kkt ) ??????? ( kkt ) what??? hahahahahaha ( kkt ) did you mean to send that to someone else or... ??? ( kkt ) 😳 thank you noona but i promise i won't send you anything incriminating!!!!!!!!

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dino - あいのちから christmas fanmeet ver. recording behind

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@hebijeeb

everything feels like it’s gently rocking. slowly, slowly; junsu watches the skyline across the river and how its portrait of glistening high rises blend into one another, like a painter has taken his brush and glided it across his canvas. the bokeh is dulled from his slightly inebriated state that makes everything feel so much more tangible. 

he forgets momentarily where he is, what he’s looking at, why he is where he is now. a recycled pop song lulls on the radio but the taxi he’s in hasn’t moved in ten minutes. junsu doesn’t realize he’s been shaking his knee, a mix of drunken impatience and the lack of personal space this back seat fails to give his legs and those of the woman seated beside him.

that’s right — he’s here with her, their attempt to make it into yeouido before midnight to watch the fireworks with friends is quite literally stopping them in their tracks. junsu, already a few beers in before they’d even left the first bar in gangnam, calculated no time into his pea brain to give them to make it in time to the show, didn’t take into account waiting for their taxi to arrive and friday night traffic. 

and so here they sit, knee to knee and windows fogged. 

“okay,” junsu finally sighs after checking the time on his phone again, his screen a jarring flash of light into both of their eyes. he feels dumb letting them leave gangnam so late. “i totally fucked this up for us. i’m so sorry.” he runs a hand through his hair as he checks his screen again when the car begins to roll ahead. 

11:56.

“we’re totally not making it,” junsu almost murmurs, slouching back into his seat. he glances to rieon, face still illuminated by the city lights that slip through the fogginess. moonlight might be her best lighting he’s ever had the opportunity to see her in. “—you still want to go, right?”

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[17'S 디노] 찰칵📸

[heyitsjunsu]

so... in very characteristic junsu fashion i pretty much started trying to thread for the event like .0002 seconds before it ended [insert image of junsu walking in on a party literally ending lmao] so i’m here to offer potential post!event plots under the cut bc i really want him interacting with more people!! i’m gonna number each of them so if you’re interested in any, pls leave a comment with the plot number you want so i can hit you up & we can work out the more minor details & in depth stuff ♡ 

POST NETWORKING PARTY IDEAS

01. your muse got so drunk at the party they forgot they exchanged numbers with junsu and might’ve spilled some tea about someone else there (hello 3 way thread?? potentially another rhi muse??) and now junsu 👀 is stuck in someone else’s drama lmao 🧍‍♂️

02. mirroring the above plot, perhaps ur muse let junsu partake in some illicit recreational activities and had no idea that this kid has been severely sheltered his whole life and that it was his first time — maybe he got too fucked up and ur muse felt bad leaving him or smth gjdhfjgkfh

03. um i would literally love 👉👈 for there to have been maybe a girl he got to kiss?????? maybe?????? but maybe she was just drunk and bored and nothing explicit happened but he’s not gonna be able to stop thinking about this for WEEKS 

04. junsu got drunk and loose lipped about his crush on rieon to someone he doesn’t know well now they know he’s got a gross fat cr*sh on her and he’s embarrassed and gets paranoid they’re gonna go and tell everyone

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w/ @thatkyeol​

9:22 pm — his stomach feels knotted up, his back and feet are sore from being on his feet for so long. the girl he was excited to see the most is notoriously nowhere to be seen, and junsu finds himself pulled into a meaningless conversation with a group of people whom he could’ve sworn talked shit about him behind his back when he was in high school and now pretend to be his friend conveniently after he learned how to properly style himself — all for the end result of simply trying to impress rieon, of course.

but he’s bored and tired. junsu likes to think of himself as someone who is personable and outgoing, but something about these people in particular just don’t rub him the right way. it’s taxing to think that there’s still a circle of petty drama that has continued even though they’ve all long graduated. he was never popular in high school, but looking at it all in retrospect, maybe it was for the best; he wasn’t used to being surrounded by such shallow and materialistic people who conveniently wanted to know more about the noh family’s chain of restaurants and poking at junsu’s not-so-distant decision to forgo his offer to the country’s best culinary school to work as kang rieon’s unofficial personal lap dog.

junsu is far too kind to tell these people to fuck off and leave. instead, he wills himself to stay rooted awkwardly in the circle they’ve all seemed to form around him that’s beginning to feel just a tad claustrophobic. he’s never been used to having so many eyes on him — he wasn’t a kang or a hong, and fair enough to say, junsu wasn’t the most memorable of the noh children, either. everything was beginning to feel more so like a police interrogation than it did simple small talk.

a moment comes when the conversation finally lulls momentarily, and just in the nick of time, like always, junsu spots the all too familiar crown of black hair appear amongst the crowd. always his saving grace.

“ah, kyeol-ah!” he beckons for her after clearing his throat; he tries to make it sound casual and welcoming, but junsu’s voice only comes out mildly panicked and desperate. it’s noisy, so he doesn’t call to her again when other heads turn too and he meets her gaze. junsu widens his eyes, shifting his pupils to the group beside him and back to her in urgency. please, get me away from these people.

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w/ @hebijeeb​

it’s only 8:20. he already wants to go home.

big gatherings like these are never fun when all the same people are always involved. it’s the same greetings, same questions that come from family friends (found any nice girls lately? no, all i want to do is go home and sleep.) they all think he’s funny because he never gets the last word, nor many words at all. it leaves junsu with only a few moments to think of something cheeky to respond with, because nobody here gives two shits about whether or not noh junsu actually showed up.

being the youngest makes him the most talked over, the most pushed aside, easily the most forgotten. a double-edged sword, however, it gives junsu the advantage of being able to slip away as soon as greetings and small talk have been met; the boy could make a living disappearing from cordial conversation if only people would take the time to notice.

he turns his back on the elderly couple his parents had been ringed into a compelling conversation with about the current exorbitant prices of shipping squid to and from the united states to immediately pull at his tie his father had choking him since they’d left the house. it made him look too formal, too dressed up, too out of himself. come to think of it, his shoes were a little too small, hyper-fixating on how the toe caps was pressing down against his toenails despite being custom tailed for him specifically. everybody else around him looked relaxed and in the moment — was there something he was missing here?

junsu hadn’t even noticed how down turned his expression had been until he looks up from his phone after some time of mindlessly scrolling tiktok in an attempt to avoid making small talk with other family friends. it’s kang rieon, of course — who he settles his gaze on, lets his cheeks burn bright red for some time to burn off the nerves and enhanced heart beat he feels beginning to pound through his chest. 

it happens every time. god, what are you nervous about? go talk to her, he tells himself. a girl he’s known for years and still gets choked up about — typical. junsu’s feet stay rooted to where he is, hidden just enough behind his father that he can see rieon making her own rounds between guests; he holds his breath as he sees her get closer. not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his parents, he swallows nervously before weaving through the crowd to gently put his hand on her shoulder.

“noona,” he tries to be cool and casual with his greeting, tries his best to look like the world’s best when he smiles and bows to her parents. it’s all a facade, because his heart is nearly beating out of his chest with how beautiful she’s looking and having such little proximity between them. “rieon noona,” he repeats again, his mind reeling and sputtering like an engine that hadn’t been used in years. “i actually just ordered something at the bar. you wanna come get a drink with me?”

[heyitsjunsu]

hey everyone it’s miya back with rhi’s resident beanie baby noh junsu!!! the youngest son of the noh family, he was brought up in the culinary industry & his family owns a chain of five star fusion restaurants throughout korea & north america. long story short he gave up an offer to go to korea’s best culinary school because he’s an idiot too infatuated with @hebijeeb​ 🙄 and is now p much her personal assimpstant.... good for him ig?? anyways here is a link to his short about page; i don’t have any pre-made plots bc i am terrible at thinking of them but would love to head canon & brainstorm over on discord!!! go ahead and ♡ this post if you’d like to plot and i’ll get to dm’ing you asap<3

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