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there’s a numbing quality to his body that his job gives; he feels tired, but it’s more than that, it’s a relaxed and almost euphoric feeling. tonight wasn’t so much of a performance as it was him dropping samples that he’s worked on for hours to be rapped over in competition– some of which is absolutely embarrassing. though he can’t really say much, he’s never had the courage to freestyle diss someone in a rap battle, and he’s not really sure he ever will.  he’s sure that he’d knees weak, arms spaghetti all over the stage and forefit after the first round. 

when he walks in he almost yelps, not expecting dejun to be standing in the kitchen examining his face like a nervous mother. “sort of,” yangyang says with a small laugh and a shrug. “a turntable would be cool though. required more… performance skill? not everyone could scratch a record, i guess– i’ve never tried it.” he sets his laptop on the counter and walks past dejun to sit on one of the bar stools before displaying a yawn. 

“it’s not crazy,” yangyang explains with a smirk and a shrug. “they have twenty-four hour places for that very reason.” the smartass remark makes him chuckle, noting the time and hoping that they’re not being too loud that they’ll wake up hendery who must be sleeping. “let’s do it.” 

Dejun laughs. 

There’s something about Yangyang’s energy that’s...strange. Nervous, maybe. Whatever it is, Dejun thinks he should just relax a bit. Get into Buddhism, perhaps, find his centre. 

“Alright. Let’s do it. Let’s get chicken. I like chicken.” 

Dejun spins around a couple of times, trying to find his phone on one of the kitchen counters before he recalls that he’d left it on the couch, which is where it ends up waiting for him, having slid down into one of the crevices between the cushions. 

He fishes it out, and turns to Yangyang as he calls his favourite chicken place, and orders, watching Yangyang’s eyes the entire time, pausing only to ask him if he wanted anything specific. Once the deed is done, he relaxes, putting his phone down to lean against one of the countertops.

“Alright...it’ll be like fifteen....” he says, choking down a yawn, “Tell me more about your...business.”

Midnight Urges

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Dejun was cold; the felt fabric of his Peter Pan uniform was thin, and did little to shield his slender little frame from the October chill. On top of that, he’d managed to lose sight of Kunhang, and get turned around, and now, he was terribly lost. 

He wasn’t all that worried, though, especially once he catches sight of his cousin outside of the haunted house, and realises where exactly he is.

“Xuxi!” he calls out to the taller boy, walking over to greet him, and offer him a hug, “Where’s Sicheng?” 

He rubs his hands together for some heat by way of friction, before he hugs himself, nodding toward the steaming cup in Xuxi’s hand, “And where’d you get that...it looks...like exactly what I need. Maybe...maybe after we’re done?” 

He laughs, hoping that maybe the haunted house’s frights will manage to scare some warmth of life back into him. 

“Come on it’s freezing let’s....let’s do this.”

haunting.

starter for @lmdejun !

sometimes xuxi wishes he and dejun spent more time together. he forgot for a while, when they were living in different countries, how much he enjoyed spending time with his cousin. it’s a little hard to believe they come from the same blood line when xuxi’s a skyscraper and dejun’s a hobbit, but they have good looks in common, at least. 

but, when the halloween festivities began xuxi saw a wonderful opportunity for cousin bonding time in the form of the haunted house. what better way than to bond with family than to get scared poopless together?  he’s standing by a candy stall, pumpkin spice latte cupped between his hands, his batman costume hugging his figure and his cape all he has to keep him somewhat warm in the chilly night air. his eyes scour the crowd around him until he spots dejun, and breaks into a smile.

“dejun gege!”

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Midnight Urges

A starter for @lmyangyang

Dejun is still awake, poking around in the kitchen, when Yangyang shows back up; taking a second to examine the other boy’s face, he finds it to be free of bruises and swelling, and thereby comes to the conclusion that tonight’s gig had been a DJing one. 

“How was...” Dejun makes a motion with his hand that is meant to be that of turning a vinyl record on a turntable, “What do you even do? Do you just...click like...on a laptop...turntables have to be like ancient history, right?”

He snorts, closing the refrigerator with a sigh, muttering a quiet curse to himself; one look n the fridge and it was clear that three bachelors lived in the apartment, as its contents were mostly comprised of condiments, and the miscellaneous food items that were present weren’t the sort that might be combined into a palatable meal. He places a hand to his belly, which grows tight with hunger. It wasn’t apparent from looking at him, thanks to his Xiao family inherited metabolism, but Dejun ate quite a lot.

“If I ordered chicken would you eat some? Is that...crazy at this time of night?” Dejun asks with a grin, glancing at the analogue clock on their microwave before glancing back at Yangyang, “All we have is...mayonnaise and kimchi and radish...”

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Dejun watches Jaejoon stumble about on his awkward little legs with a smile, giggling at the look of surprise on the baby’s face when they fail him, sending him straight down onto his bottom. Of course, he doesn’t give up, pushing himself up once more, wobbling awkwardly towards the Chinese boy, who sits with one of his legs curled beneath him in an armchair. 

Dejun watches the toddler as he thinks. 

“It’d...be weird...” he says with a smile, “I mean...I’d love one, or two, but...I’d have to have the right person to...be my partner.” he chuckles awkwardly, lifting his foot as if to play tug of war with the kid, who now clung to his sock for dear life, probably because it was brightly patterned, “What about you? You seem like you’re good with kids.” 

paper plane

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jaejoon coos when donghyuck tickles his exposed tummy and then pulls his shirt down over his round belly. he’s holding himself up against the couch before he takes a step back and lands on his butt. donghyuck can’t imagine that in a week or so, his baby brother will be a whole one year old, hobbling around on his chubby legs and chewing on anything and everything he can find.  

��do you ever like wonder what it would be like to have one of your own? like to be able to look at a cute little baby and be like yeah, i made that…” donghyuck says looking to dejun sitting across from him on the ground. he pats his brother’s butt as he stands up to wobble over to dejun before losing balance and falling back again. he giggles and reaches for dejun’s sock, eyes growing wide as he pulls on it. “do you want kids?”

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Family Matters

A starter for @lmxuxi Backdated to ~September 2018

Dejun grins, offering Yukhei’s mom a curt bow, “Sister, I like your hair.”

He gives the woman a warm smile, ignoring her amused snort, as he was insistent on attempting to charm his cousin’s mother, mostly because he’d always enjoyed annoying the other boy, and hoped he was in ear shot. 

It’d been ages since they’d last seen one another.

“Where’s–”

He’s cut off by the Thai woman, who scurries about the kitchen, fixing Dejun the tea she’d offered when she’d first let him in, “He’s in his room. Go pester him and let me make us all some snacks.” and she nods when Dejun says he’s going to go say hello.

He approaches the door quietly, hoping that his covert approach might allow him to get the jump on the overgrown toddler within, maybe even scare him; he turns the latch as quietly as he can manage, peeking in through the crack in the door to spy Yukhei, several inches taller than Dejun remembers him, as he always was, stretched out across his bed, a uniquely bashful smile spread wide across his lips as he watches the phone he’s got held up above his face.

“You’ll be here tonight, right?” he asks, almost pleading, really, as in the tone of his voice Dejun can hear an imploration that reeks of a special kind of neediness, “I miss you.” 

Dejun takes the opportunity to pop into Yukhei’s room, looking around casually, as though he’d just wandered into an open house, and had not, in fact, interrupted what seemed to be a rather intimate conversation; he enjoys the sight of the boy’s already wide eyes stretching even wider in surprise.

“Who are you talking to, Yukhei? Your little girlfriend?” he asks, plopping down besides him and sighing as he settles onto one of his pillows to mock the other boy in a baby voice, “I miss you!”

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Um....so this is super duper late, but this is Dayo back for the third, and final time, I promise, to introduce Xiao Dejun. Please like this post if you’d like to plot or anything! I’ll find you! You can find a fuller profile for him HERE.

Dejun was born in Guangzhou, China, but his family moved around a lot on account of his dad’s rather peculiar, performance arts related profession, so he lived in Shanghai and Hong Kong when he was younger, and spent many of his teen years in Macau. This same profession is the same reason he’s now living in Seoul, although he no longer lives with his parents, having moved out to attend university.  He was formerly a member of a somewhat “popular” (read: popular for a tiny irrelevant indie band in Hongdae) surf indie band called Lucky Strike that is now defunct, and he’s currently focusing on his studies, and working on his own musical endeavors.

Dejun is most easily described as that one guy you went to school with who brought his guitar for no reason and would play Wonderwall or poorly written original songs in an obvious attempt to impress girls, only minus a little bit of the douchebaggery. He’s a hopeless romantic, and a daydreamer, and his head is most often found in the clouds. He’s terminally chill, and is genuinely saccharine sweet,  although he is a little afraid of intimacy, and can be a flake, at times. There’s not an angry bone in his body, but he’s a slippery fellow, and it’s hard to keep a grasp on him. 

Dejun needs friends, classmates, maybe some people he knows from the indie scene, or something? Someone who knows him from Lucky Strike? He’s also got a long string of flings going back a couple of years (that probably ended with him peacing out when things got too real). It’s difficult to imagine him with enemies only because it’d have to be one-sided on your muse’s part, Dejun hasn’t got the time for hatred, he’s just trying to vibe (he’s annoying). I imagine he also does guitar lessons under the table for some extra spending money, so if your muse has an interest, Dejun has been playing since he was 7 and is going to cost a lot less than an actual professional! If none of these fit, I’d love to brainstorm, of course! HMU!