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old pals?

once went by the name of jaejoongstretto. . . if anyone’s looking for this former writer of a ridiculous character, you can now find them on discord (disclosed below)

junedingo#7549

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Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

(via rosxyblue)

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Frames - Don’t Stay Here

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a rising god

bad boys au, dbsk as gang members. generally triggering content all around in this verse, though not so much in this particular post

Peering down upon them, Jaejoong finds neither satisfaction nor fault as he lays an observing gaze over their actions. What he does feel though, as he always does when he watches them, is a fulfilling possession. They are his brothers. Lovers. Sons. Comrades.

His.

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A warm palm slides across and down his back, until its come to rest just above his hip, in the dip of his waist. The touch is welcome in its familiarity, in its confidence, and the way it strokes at his possessiveness.

Yoochun’s proximity is always soothing for Jaejoong. The man’s touch communicates with an echoing clarity of giving, of the submission to belong. It speaks of a willingness to be led with hands outstretched, to be molded in Jaejoong’s grip. Yoochun has thrived in Jaejoong’s presence, under his guidance, and that has always been the stitching to hold them together. Yoochun is his beautiful bloom, someone that Jaejoong never grows insecure over worries of loyalty. Even knowing about Yoochun’s desires for Yunho aren’t enough to truly rattle their bond, and while it might yet be too soon for them to reconcile, Jaejoong does not make Yoochun remove himself from Jaejoong’s presence. 

Though his eyes do narrow upon Changmin on the ground floor of the plaza below, his attention fixated on the one that struggles against Jaejoong’s possession. The hand tucked against his side starts to move, a gentle friction meant to ease the tension in Jaejoong’s body, or perhaps to shift his focus. It does succeed in the latter, gaining Jaejoong’s attention enough for him to hear the other’s deep voice, which is just another part of Yoochun that seems to be created for soothing.

“Junsu just checked in. He said it went clean.”

Jaejoong does not reply. There is no need to, not with the job properly finished. Perhaps if it was Changmin he would have asked for details, for clarification, but with Junsu, there really is no need.

Yoochun’s hand stops its attempts to massage out Jaejoong’s lack of responsiveness, and instead grips tight at his waist again. The kneading pressure of those fingers does ignite a warmth of interest in Jaejoong, but his jaw also tenses as the image of that hand gripping Yunho with intent comes to mind.

“I’m not going to apologize,” Yoochun says, voice gone quieter, though its all the more invasive in Jaejoong’s mind as its spoken nearer to his ear. There is a quiet heat of challenge in Yoochun’s voice, but not the kind of contest that is spoken for the sake of starting a fight. Its not really meant to anger Jaejoong, more to simply gain his reaction. Jaejoong’s lack of response is his way of communicating that he’ll need more given first.

“The way he wants to be good for you, I like that too.”

Turning, but not dislodging Yoochun’s touch as it slides against his torso, Jaejoong finally averts his attentions from the two men in the hotel plaza and gives it to Yoochun. With his back leaning into the railing now, Jaejoong can look over Yoochun’s features, he can observe the desire in Yoochun’s eyes, the honesty in his focus. Yoochun might be talking about Yunho, but he is thinking only of Jaejoong now, caring only for Jaejoong now. 

Reaching out, Jaejoong raises a hand to cup Yoochun’s jaw, pressing just hard enough for his soft finger pads to indent the other man’s skin. 

“I found him,” he reminds Yoochun, unblinking as he stares into the other’s eyes. “You remember that. I found him in that alley. Just like I found you.”

And it seems, that’s all he needs to do for Yoochun, the understanding finally melding into his gaze as he looks back unwaveringly. This wasn’t about sharing. This wasn’t about jealousy or infidelity. This is just Jaejoong wanting them to know who they belong to, who had made them into the men they are now. 

And gods need a little sacrifice, a little worship from their creations, every now and then. 

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sleeplessminki Minki walked along the sidewalks alone in the evening, just closing shop for the day. He was kind of hungry, but other than that had no strong emotions or feelings. He wasn’t tired nor was he excited. It was just kind of… neutral. He didn’t have an eventful day which he only knew was just going to lead to an uneventful night alone with TV in his apartment. A small yawn pushed through his lips as he started passing the playground.

He kept his eyes down, not expecting to see anything at this hour. It wasn’t late, per say, it was just dinner time for most families and normally was there a soul on the playground. But Minki heard the swing. At first, he brushed off the noises. It was probably the wind. But the sound remained. The swing creaked and creaked, arousing Minki’s curiosity. He looked up to find quite the youthful older man, no older than him, swinging on the swings.

A small smile curled at his lips before he slowed his pace significantly, as did the male on the swing. He stopped in his place before laughing a bit to himself, then making his way to the swing beside the man. As he approached him, he nodded his head in a small greeting and smiled. “Do you mind if I join you?” He’d already taken the answer as yes, regardless of what it would be. He sat down and placed his bag on the sand beside his feet before he begun to swing. “We look like big kids who were kicked out of class.”

A welcoming motion of his hand towards the swing next to him is what Jaejoong gives in reply to the other’s question, of course paired with that inquisitive smile still perched on his mouth. He’d curiously watched the other approach, an avid sort of observation in his gaze as they’d neared, and that interest doesn’t wane in the slightest even after they’ve taken a place next to him. In fact, a bit of warmth melds into his gaze at seeing another adult willing to embrace something most people wanted to cast aside. 

From his boots to his shirt everything Jaejoong is wearing today has a look of being worn by long time ownership, even his hair is in need of a little touchup on the dye. Even his voice carries on in that theme, the tell of someone who can’t quite give up the vice of cigarettes there to be heard when he speaks. But even as aged a feeling his clothes and his voice might give off, there’s something so very young about his demeanor, the curiosity and easy personality even in front of a stranger, as demonstrated by the comfortable laugh that breathes out of him at the other’s words.

“Mm, maybe you’re the troublemaker here, I just probably thought the weather was too nice to stay inside looking at books.” At that, he blinks upwards towards the sky, the fading day turning into deep oranges and purples on the horizon, a beauty he could only ever attempt to embrace on a canvas. 

“Unless of course,” he carries on, beginning to push his feet along the ground again, “you talked me into causing a ruckus, I can be quite easy to convince in those kinds of things. But being a good friend, you took the blame with me, right?” he questions, smiling at the other man, acting familiar in a way that is probably truly unusual in their daily lives. 

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Its when he’d only just acquired an excess of digits in his checking account that he’d bought the bike. Its a vintage thing, something that any true motorist would likely contemplate murdering for if they had the chance at owning it. Jaejoong of course is a man who has an eye for aesthetics, and he sees the charm and artistry in the vehicle’s design, promptly following up his impulse to buy the machine since he’s gotten himself one hell of a hefty check recently. He immediately follows this purchase up with a vintage-inspired riding jacket, a pair of outlandishly expensive leather gloves so his finger’s won't suffer a chill when he’s speeding down the highway. A proper helmet of intimidating aura follows, and once he pairs the look with the right boots and pants, he’s all set for his first ride on the vehicle. 

The fact that he doesn’t actually know how to operate a motorcycle hardly a blip on his rationality scale. 

The first day is one in which you don’t want to be on the road anywhere near the residence of Kim Jaejoong, the loud bike rumbling between stalls and skids as he just barely keeps himself from a likely equally expensive trip to the ER. With no small amount of luck and an equal helping of reckless perseverance, Jaejoong’s able to finally handle the sleek beast well enough to keep up with that overall image he’s been attempting to achieve. As time passes, he becomes a veteran by his own means, handling the motorcycle with growing precision each day. Although, despite his many close calls, its not until he’s actually begun to truly dwindle those past earnings does he foul up his handling. 

The vehicle he narrowly avoids putting an imprint into is of even greater caliber than his own. Its a sleek sedan of imported make, the kind of car people born into riches always seem to possess, its a thing of class with all its buffed out fenders, not even a speck of dirt to be found on a set of four sparkling rims. Today though, it finally gets its first wrinkle in the timeline, its first mark of use, because although Jaejoong had avoided wrecking the car’s passenger side, he hadn’t avoided scraping into its pristine paint job with the chrome on the back end of his bike. This leaves him stock still astride his still purring engine, a little light headed with panic and adrenaline from the near miss, but more than anything proud of the awesome save he’d just executed after how fast he’d been going. Why, when he finally cuts the engine and snugs the helmet from his head, there’s a gentle but still slightly manic smile on his lips as he inhales heartily, not at all bothered by the situation, at least until the likely enraged owner of the sedan has a word or two for him. 

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So often, Jaejoong feels this urge, one that he can’t bring himself to suppress. Today, the sight of the swings in a neighborhood park brought it on, and, unable to restrain himself, the artist lopes into a jog towards the thing of childhood that was calling him. Luckily, there weren’t any parents around with their children at this early evening hour, therefore there wouldn’t be anyone for him to startle when they looked up to find a thirty year old taking up one of the available swings. 

Playing was such a foreign concept to so many adults, something to be left behind with a rose colored youth in favor of their grown up images. Jaejoong was different though, and he can’t help the wry smile that slips over his lips as he watches his feet pushing along the sandy ground below him, sending him into a gentle pendulum motion. Indulging himself in this felt good, and perhaps he could be counted as unusual, but there wasn’t much of anything that could convince him to stop acting on this simple desire to let himself feel alive. 

Swinging in a pleasantly hearty pace now, Jaejoong lifts his gaze to the feeling of being watched, that subconscious detection everyone seemed to possess and lead them into fleeting moments of undesired eye contact. But this is Jaejoong, and so, instead of glancing away quickly and pretending as though he hadn’t just noticed the individual watching him, the artist keeps his gaze steady, a friendlier smile tucking his mouth upwards. Slowing his pace just a bit by letting his feet gently drag along the sand, Jaejoong looks at the stranger questioningly, interested in what this unintentional observer might express at the sight of a grown man taking to a swing. Would they give the typical dismissal and walk on in avoidance? Or would some of their own wistfulness for such pastimes show instead? 

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[[ /logs into this account fifty eons later. . . do people actually like rping slice of life or with jyj/dbsk members any more i wonder? ]] 

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Swaying a bit and nodding his head to the music, Micky continues to mess with the DJ and have fun occasionally glancing up to see Jaejoong and the others dancing. He grinned to himself, glad that they were able to liven up the whole party. Jaejoong had this nice vibe about him that usually got others quite cheerful. He loved seeing this effect on others and just how much Jaejoong could brighten any room or situation.

He is a bit startled when he suddenly feels Jaejoong hugging him from behind. he grins letting the other lean their weight onto him. Happy to feel their warmth and body. He moves a bit to the beat still finally giving the headphones back. He chuckles at their remark and nods. He notices the jealous looks of some and grins, finally turning to face them he wraps an arm around their waist. “Yeah you looked like you were having a great time too.”

He lightly rock once into the hug when Micky turns around to change the embrace from one sided to reciprocated. Feeling warmed through all his limbs from sharing drinks and laughs, he relishes in hugging someone familiar to him after interacting with so many people he’d consider more like acquaintances, or even strangers. Not that those people being less of a close friend to Jaejoong diminished the importance of their smiles and strokes of hands, but there was something uniquely reaffirming about having familiar arms around his body, and a familiar voice in his ear that comforted Jaejoong to a level those other things couldn’t reach. He needed both in his life, the acceptance and attention from those less known to him, and the reassuring nearness of those he’d become closer to. Having them both in one night was making Jaejoong a little greedy though, wanting to keep the good feeling the evening had provided going as long as he could. 

“Mmm,” a pleased hum of affirmation, half in answer to MIcky’s words and half just a sound made from the hug. “It was fun. But we can have our own fun now at my apartment,” he says, something of a purr silkening his tone as he leans away enough to look at the other. “Unless, you're having too much fun here now, and you think you’d be bored with me alone that is~.”

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I like messy people; people who don’t fit in a box or stay between the lines, but whose integrity is greater than any rule book and whose loyalty is stronger than blood.

Jim Wern (via meevsxishihara)

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There was a reason Jaejoong never made much of an impression in the school’s theater productions during his student days. He might have been willing to do just about anything for a laugh, would have happily acted the bumbling idiot or the love sick fool to entertain people, but he was often far too candid to pull off an act thoroughly. His inability to hold up any kind of consistent pokerface could be a hardship at times, as in this moment when he’d really like to just turn on his heel and (run) briskly walk away from this confrontation. 

Now stuck like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, Jaejoong spends a long moment just gaping at the equally tattooed man, who is appropriately irritated by Jaejoong’s stupidity. Worse though is that Jaejoong thinks he recognizes this guy, after all, he was part of the body art community, and Jaejoong liked to check out others’ styles. It doesn’t seem that the recognition is a mutual thing though, leaving Jaejoong stammering in uncertainty. 

“Its- Uh- No?” he says the answer with an inflection of questioning, which really isn’t the right way to voice his lie he realizes with a wince. A wince that is then followed by a tentative smile, because he’d love to find a way to just laugh this off with the other. “I mean, I suppose you could say it was me?” he’s doing that thing where he talks with his hands now too much to his internal horror. “In a very indirect way though of course, heh, because its more like gravity, right? Right? Newton’s things? We should just blame it on the Earth and space and um, I don’t know maybe the stars are just against Aquarius today?” The start of a hopeful smile flits over his lips, shoulders shrugged while his palms are held open out in front of him in supplication. 

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Chloe deadpanned at his request. “You want me to do what now?” She heard of all kinds of weird requests, she’s usually one making them but never had she been asked to check out the back of someone’s head. “How concerned with your looks are you, Jae?” Her eyes squinty and tone playful as she looked over the way his hair sat. “It looks…fine? What’s it supposed to be doing exactly?”

“There’s nothing wrong with keeping them around. And yeah it wouldn’t be smart to piss off your mom. I actually think it’s cute you have them all over.” She nods with a smile, suddenly having the urge to hang up photos of her family around her home. “And just so you know I won’t ever forget that crazy Yugioh-is hairstyle.”

“. . .I��m not, not really. . .” he says in a mutter that doesn’t sound too terribly certain when he replies to her inquiry about his vanity. Although vanity isn’t the best term likely, as it would probably connote a sense of confidence about his looks, when in reality, they were often a source of never ending anxiety when he was so fussy about trying to look his best. Even though her answer about the condition of his hairstyle isn’t the resounding affirmative he was looking for, he assumes its good enough, that she would have told him if there was something glaringly wrong to point out. 

“Its not supposed to be doing anything, but you’d tell me if it was all messy in some way right? I can’t see it for myself so I needed to ask you,” Jaejoong tells Chloe while threading his fingers along the back of his neck again and turning around to face her now, though he stays kneeling beside the chair. Now its his turn to squint his eyes at the other, as if to tell her he isn’t on board with making fun of his hairstyle (the thing is though he doesn’t mind it much, as he just enjoys her attention). 

“Its not that I don’t like them, its just that it is embarrassing sometimes. . . But I guess its a blessing too if you’re going to remember something about me always, that’s the point when meeting people right? Like we’re going to maybe do now? Should we go out and meet some strangers, and see what they remember about us later?” he asks with an inquisitive little grin.