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The World: What country would you most like to visit?

“definitely peru and france!” he yelled out excitedly. “I’m honestly just in for the food really.”

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judgement

judgement: have you ever done something you were really ashamed of?

jae hesitated for a moment before replying. there were not many things he was embarrassed about himself. he always did things with a sense of purpose and pride. but if he had to name anything, than it would definitely be that. 

“when I was younger, back on jupiter, I was a bit of a hot head growing up. it was hard for me to juggle all my responsibilities and the pressure I had on me constantly, sometimes sent me over the edge.” he took a breath, recalling the memories. “I yelled at my little sibling once. I was harsh and nasty and I didn’t realize it until afterwards.” his anger had always been a bit of a problem for him, but as a kid it was much worse. jae would often take it out on those around him and he hated that about himself. “I was a jerk, and we were all going through things. I should have never treated them like that.”

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Strength

strength: what gives you strength?

“I give myself strength.” jae said rather proudly, picking up his arms to admire the muscles he’s spent so much time on. his drive towards excellence in every sense from his health to his form were based on values taught to him as a kid. he was told that things were only given to people with enough sense to go out and take it. and if he didn’t put in the work, then there was nothing well deserved about rewards anyways. he enjoyed being healthy and in great shape. but he knew that wasn’t all there was to him. 

“but besides that, the people around me have always given me strength.” he said softly. “my friends, my family, my trainers and teachers.” although there are times where he can be emotionally vulnerable or immature, he knows that its because of the people around him that he continues to grow. he draws strength from them as much as he draws strength from himself. 

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svxjimin:

@svjae

Mornings. Jimin’s arch-nemesis despite years of getting up at the crack of dawn. She hated them more than she hated pretty much anything else, and that resulted in her being incredibly childish. This morning was no exception as she trudged to her brothers room, tugging her hair into a ponytail with vicious precision. 

“Why do I always agree to go running with you in the morning? I know I hate mornings.” She mumbled sleepily as she walked in the door, eyes half closed, and over to his bed, falling onto it without looking to see if he was in the way or not. “I have the perfect idea. Why don’t you carry me for the first half of the run? Then I can sleep and you don’t have to hear me complain.” She yawned. It was almost routine, some variation of the phrase had been said nearly every morning for the past two years. Once she got outside she would be fine, but she never gave up hope that he’d take pity on her one day. 

Early mornings were kind of his thing. Being awake before most, he got to enjoy first pick at the machines they had in the gym and a quick hardy breakfast without an annoying line. And running in the morning was the best way to start the day in his opinion, it let him burn off some calories while rejuvenating him for the rest of the day. His little sister however, hasn’t quite seen the appeal. But he was working on her slowly. “Because you love me and its good for you.” he replied, ducking out from his bed before she could lay down. 

He was already dressed when she walked in so all he had to do now was slip on his sneakers. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, he looked down at Jimin and laughed. It was pretty amusing to see her like this, disheveled and disgruntled. While carrying her on his back would make for a great back workout, the point of their runs was for them to both get some exercise. She was just going to have to suck it up. “Come onnnn, it’s not that bad. I promise once we hit a mile you’ll feel great and thank me.” Tying his laces, he got up and held out his hand. “Lets go, Minni. Time to run.” 

Just Do It

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svtask:

MEME  —  myths & tarot cards

This meme will count until APRIL 22 10:30 AM KST. Participation is optional of course; however, one will receive 2 KARMA POINTS per “myth” and 1 KARMA POINT per “tarot”: the limit of points one can reach is 20, but please feel free to do more! Points can be collected for answering and sending (just not if it is yourself sending and answering); only off-anon asks will count for “sending” points. Also, feel free to reblog and cross out certain situations/questions you do not want to do! :) Please tag posts with “sv; meme 1″ / source ( x x ) 

MYTHS — drabbles

Agamemnon: tragic homecoming story for one or both of our characters. Odysseus: happy homecoming story for one or both of our characters. Clytemnestra: my character kills yours. Achilles: my character reveals their weakness to yours. Menelaus: my character gets something precious stolen from them by yours. Helen: my character describes their favourite person/person they admire most to yours. Hector: my character fights in the place of yours/for your sake. Patrocles: my character dies in the place of yours/for your sake. Cassandra: my character warns yours about future events, but your character does not listen. Aphrodite: my character falls in love with yours. Athena: my character has yours on trial for past transgressions. Artemis: my character goes with yours on a hunting trip. Hestia: our characters snuggle by a fire. Demeter: my character longs for yours. Persephone: my character is held prisoner by yours. Hades: your character is visited by my character’s ghost. Zeus: my character sleeps with yours. Poseidon: our characters are stranded on an island together after a shipwreck. Hermes: my character brings your character good news (or vice versa). Dionysus: my character gets drunk with yours. Ares: our characters get into a fight. Nyx: my character has a dream about yours.

TAROT CARDS — questions

The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story. The Magician: Do you have a special talent? The High Priestess: Are you good at keeping secrets? The Empress: What do you desire most? The Emperor: Do you have any family traditions? The Hierophant: What is/was your favourite school subject? The Lovers: What qualities would your ideal partner have? The Chariot: Have you ever had to fight for something? Strength: What gives you strength? The Hermit: Could you cope with living alone? Wheel of Fortune: If you won a million pounds, what would you do with it? Justice: If you could be a super hero (or villain) what would you call yourself and what powers would you have? The Hanged Man: Would you sacrifice your own life to save someone else’s? Death: If you were able to reincarnate, what would your next life be? Temperance: Do you have good self control? The Devil: What do you think your worst quality is? The Tower: Describe your dream home. The Star: What inspires you? The Moon: Describe a dream (or nightmare) you’ve had recently. The Sun: Describe a childhood memory. Judgement: Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of? The World: What country would you most like to visit?

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svtaewoo:

svjae:

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Jae was making some points that Taewoo knew were right, but there was still that bit of hesitation and lack of confidence that still made staying shut appealing. The consequences of telling Ryujin that he liked her depended on how she felt about him, and he wasn’t able to gauge that. If only Jae’s insight or he was able to read minds, then maybe all of his worries would be trampled, but for now there were very few things that would make Taewoo alright. “Uh, yeah,” keeping his feelings bottled up inside was his plan for now. Until it was too late, that was. “If she likes me, she likes me. If she doesn’t, she doesn’t. If she doesn’t, then she’ll also just go with whoever she actually does like… so…” Where he was going, he had no idea. Taewoo swore that it made sense inside of his head. 

Watching his friend get up, he had no idea what was about to go on. It felt as if Jae was about to make some profound speech, and Taewoo couldn’t tell if he wanted it or not. Grabbing the other’s hand, Taewoo was able to get up without much stumbling. Jae was right, smart, and strong: was there anything he wasn’t? Taewoo had to take more notes on how to be like him. Jae was making some more points that seemed really convincing, but still, Taewoo was stubborn. The threat of embarrassment was what he was fearing and no matter what, his mind wouldn’t be changed too easily. But then Jae threatened to throw him off the building (a fear he had earlier). “Well, if you throw me off the roof, I guess I wouldn’t be walking out of her life… I’d be falling out of it.”

Taewoo’s reply made him laugh and he pulled his friend in closer to him once their hands clasped together. “That’s probably a bit more honorable then. All the blame will be on me and you won’t look like so much of a coward.” His words came out a bit crueler than expected so to make up for it, Jae quickly pulled the man into a tight hug. Taewoo had a smaller frame than him so his hands clasped around his chest and back comfortably. Their embrace held the same warmth and sincerity of two lovers, but there were just a couple of bros unafraid to show their softer side to each other. It was the reason they were such best friends. “If she likes you, she likes you. If she doesn’t, she doesn’t.” He repeated his words back to him. “If she doesn’t, then fuck it.” 

During their embrace, the phone in his pocket vibrated. It was probably one of the others finally getting back to him but he was too absorbed to pay any mind of it. Plus he was still a little drunk, so it was hard to differentiate the sensations between the cold air, and his own bodily vibrations. “Fuck, your warm.” Jae said tucking his chin in ward. He was enjoying the body heat more than he should of. “I think I might need a girlfriend...I miss sentimental shit like this.” 

— couple of bros;

[svjae-blog]

— dream; application

ANNOUNCEMENT: SPECIAL TEAMS

NAME: bae jaeho TEAM: 4A SPECIALTY: weapon wielding  TEAM APPLYING FOR: eradication team

DAY 1: THE INTERVIEW

he wasn’t even properly healed yet. the bandages were covered with a long dark button up. and he had styled his hair and cleaned himself up in his room before making his way to the administrative office. the doctors at the wellness center made it known they were strongly against this but they couldn’t keep him there, even if they tried to. even when his body was weak, his pride was too strong for them.

“bae jaeho? what are you doing here? aren’t you suppose to be resting?” the officials were surprised by his appearance. bowing his head to them, he calmly took a seat not even giving them a chance to turn him away. he knew more than anyone what the circus was capable of, and he was always meant for a team like this. he had to be a part of it and he at least deserved a chance to show why.  “please go ahead with the interview. I would like to join the special teams.” 

there was an exchange of glances between them followed by an uncomfortable silence. while unconventional, jaeho was a fourth year and the strongest wielder the academy had. in a battle against an enemy of this magnitude, power was necessary. “we’ll see how things go.” it was all they really could do. 

“now, first question. it seems you want to join the eradication team, why is that?”

he straightened up his shoulders before answering. his father use to tell him that body language was vital. if he felt strong, it was important that he look strong. sitting up straight, eyes forward and direct eye contact, he realized even the smallest things made a difference. “I want to join the eradication team to save Youngae. As you know I have been in a similar state before, and I don’t want anything to happen to her.” Jae took a short breath before continuing. “My power, my strength, my abilities. These are all things that the academy has trained me in and I believe that I am ready to use them for a good cause.” The words left his throat effortlessly, ingrained with desperation. He wanted to be in this team more than anything. “This has been my home away from home for the last few years, and when someone from my home is taken, I will stop at nothing to get her back.” 

“were you close with the student who was taken. yoo youngae?”

he couldn’t even lie if he wanted to. “not that close, no....but she is still an academy student and I want to fight for her.” he always thought of himself as a hero, where saving others was just as natural as breathing or eating. but there was a real life on the life here and the officials were afraid it was his pride that was talking, rather than his heroism. 

“what will you bring to the team then?”

“I am the strongest weapon wielder in this academy. in a battle against numbers and with a student on the line, I am sure that my skill there can play a role.” jae thought back to his injuries. they were the reason, if any, he wouldn’t be allowed in the team. “I was tortured for a week and crawled back to the academy, malnourished, dehydrated and weak. while I know that this is why I might not be considered for the teams, I hope that you understand how dedicated I can be towards something.” his arms were still sore like it all happened yesterday. “my body is as strong as my mind and when I commit to doing something, trust me when I say it will be done. whoever my teammates are, they will all come back safely, including yoo youngae.”

“do you understand the risks involved?” 

“I do.” he clutched his forearm. “I understand them completely.

DAY 2: PERFORMANCE EVALUATION

he had taken off most of the bandages for this. the scars were fresh and healing, but he didn’t mind. he felt they might limit his movements and make him appear weak. after all this performance evaluation was important to him. 

jae had brought along his glaive for today’s sparring match. his professor had opted for the sword and with one quick motion, jae rushed forward. their match had begun.

jae was taller and more built than his opponent, and was using his size as an intimidation method. but the professor was skilled, and would not be easily fooled by trivial battle methods like that. after all, she was the one who taught him most of the things he knew. 

their weapons clashed for the first time and it took a few seconds before he had enough strength to get her to lower her blade. he was looking for an opening, some way to either knock her weapon from her hand or knock her from the mat completely. although this was a sparring match, their physical hits were limited to stuns and disarming each other. anyone could land hits, but with this match, it was more focused on how well he wielded his weapon of choice. 

turning up the glaive from the opposite side, he quickly pushed forward knowing she would block in time. once the metal clashed for the second time, he pushed his body forward hoping to overwhelm her. in a few simple motions, jae would be able to knock the blade from her hand and win. but his body was weak and there was so much he could do. 

when he extended his arms forward, an immediate pain shot up down his back stunning him for a few seconds. the professor realized it right away and instead of letting him get the upperhand, she quickly knocked him down with the hilt of her blade. that was the first of many mistakes. 

1 hour later

the match had lasted a lot longer than they had all hoped for. the duration of the evaluation was filled with blunders. mostly due to his body but also done by frustration. this performance was supposed to prove to the officials that he was worth being part of the teams, that he shoudn’t be overlooked. but he was damaged and sore and weak, and it was all showing clearly.

“ugh!” he let out a cry, struggling to get up from the last hit he had taken. some of his cuts, the deeper ones on his legs and arms had started to open up. his body was getting weaker and weaker and soon he wouldn’t even be able to hold up his weapon anymore. but he didn’t want to give up. he couldn.’t

“that’s enough.” a voice of reason, the professor, finally spoke up. she had allowed this match to go on as long as it did because she knew more than anyone the sense of pride he possessed. she knew how strong he was when he was in his prime and how determined he could be. but jae had been tortured. he had not properly healed yet. jae wasn’t ready.

she slowly walked over to him and laid her hands on his glaive. “that’s enough jaeho. no more.” he couldn’t bear to hear the next few words, so he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “you cannot be on the special teams. you’re body isn’t strong enough. you still need to heal.”

sticks and stones may break your bones, but words like that were fucking lethal. 

“you failed.”

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svtaewoo:

[...]

The comic relief of the situation they were pretending to be in, however, broke his stress. It was hard not to feel some of it lifted after hearing Jae’s horrible Ryujin impersonation: it was a good thing they weren’t by any windows, or else the glass might have broken from the shrill noise that kept leaving Jae. But then Jae’s grip around him tightened, and he perhaps went a step too far with his comments (even thought it was true).  “A ten?” Taewoo burst out into laughter, hand coming up to covering his mouth. “That’s the funniest shit I’ve heard all day,” the cold air really wasn’t bothering him now (yet now he wished someone would come and rescue them for a different reason: Jae just might throw him off of the roof). 

“Bro shut uppp.” he had to break character for this. “Are you really going to keep your feelings bottled inside because you don’t want people to laugh at you?” It was the stupidest thing he’s heard all day, besides that his lips were crusty. “If she doesn’t like you – which is ridiculous because you’re pretty awesome, so fucking what? There are worst things in this world than that. “And if you aren’t honest with her, then someone else is going to scoop her up and you’ll never have a chance.” One of the lessons his father taught him was to never be afraid to try. Opportunities were lost on people who were afraid to try for things. 

Releasing his hold on the other, Jae stood up from where they were and took a deep breath. “Taewoo, you’re my best friend man. I’ve been ridiculed on the wall more times than anyone in this school. I was called a fuckboy in the middle of a cafeteria and I’m not even sure what that is. Some people like me, and some people don’t. And you know what?” He had his back turned to his friend while he spoke. The alcohol was slurring his train of thought and the cold and circumstances the two founds themselves in was making him antsy. “None of it matters. I’m not afraid of what people might think when I open my mouth or talk to a girl, because who really gives a fuck?” Holding his hand out to Taewoo, he was motioning him to stand up with him. “Ryujin is kind and beautiful and amazing, and you would be stupid if you let her walk out of your life because you were afraid she would reject you.” Jae was out of breath after that little tangent. “And if you’d don’t tell her and keep obsessing over this, I swear I will toss you over the edge of this very roof.“ He was serious. 

— couple of bros;

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svryujin:

[...]

suddenly stopping just as she walks through the door, his words sparking an idea in her mind. ryujin stands in front of him, raising her arms. “i’m tired. carry me.”

ryujin quickly glances around her, just to make sure she wasn’t missing anything. “so are you…the only one here?” who knows what she’s getting at, or what she’s expecting, but she says it anyways, just in case.

“here I thought I looked pretty scary. looks like I gotta build up some more muscle.” he joked. jae was tall and buff, so he often earned two different sort of reactions from people. it was either of admiration or intimidation. well at least that’s what he figured. the people on the wall liked to bully him but he figured those losers were just bored or something. “I guess it’s a good thing to look fun, but not when its getting you no invites.” he threw that last part in just to tease her. “I guess I’ll just stay a boring space fuck.” 

with ryujin through the door, he quickly closed it. making sure he heard the clicking sound before turning back to her. maneuvering back to their rooms wasn’t going to be easy but if it had to be done, jae was the right person for the job. he had great instincts for this sort of thing. especially with all his wild friends. 

“of course I’m the only one.” he answered, taking a second to understand what she might be insinuating. “trust me, I’m the only one capable for a job like this.” her moon prince was knocked out right now anyways. “I’ll make sure you get back to your room, no problem.” he turned around and kneeled so his back was exposed to her. “hop on my back, princess.”

— drunken beauty;

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— bedside bros;

@svtaewoo

The wellness center was going to be his home for the next few days. After finally regaining consciousness, he was told that his body was in a battered state. He had twisted his ankle during one of his attempts back to the academy and per doctors recommendation, was ordered to stay off of it as long as he could.  His forearms held the most damage, sustaining considerable wounds and infections from crawling. Although they were covered in cremes and bandages, they still managed to sting and burn like he got them a second ago. The school counselor said it was all in his head. And that with situations like this, it was normal to often relive the torture.  But it was important to understand that he was safe now. He was protected here. “I’m fine.��� was his a common phrase for him but he really just didn’t want to worry anyone anymore. This whole situation was starting to make him feel weak and having everyone crowd around him about it bothered him more than it should have.

In his dreams, he’s often the hero. The first person they call to take care of trouble, but right now he was anything but that. He couldn’t even participate in the team that wasn’t going to take them down. Generations would learn of their names, and Bae Jaeho wasn’t going to be apart of that rooster. Instead he was going to be known as a victim. And it was these thoughts that kept him up at night. He still wasn’t strong enough and that was clear as day. “I should have fought harder. I shouldn’t have been drunk.” He clutched at his arm. It was throbbing again. “It just all happened at once you know.” He was trying to smile but it looked force. “Before I knew what was going on, it just-” The memory hit it him all at once causing him to stop mid sentence. He remembered the man with the colors and how he could feel his life draining slowly and then all at once. “....I don’t know.” He finally managed, hugging his arms close to his chest. “I just don’t fucking know. All I know is that they took something from me. Something important. And then put it back and did their worst.” Jae closed his eyes, trying to push the memory as far as he could. “I wasn’t strong enough..maybe I’ll never be strong enough.”

[svjae-blog]

— released;

during the lockdown

the questioning lasted longer than he thought it would. they asked him things about the senshi, the others with mirrors that gleamed like his as well as the security of the academy. they were after something but this was a game of give and take. and jae wasn’t giving them anything. 

“for the last time...dark chocolate is the superior form of chocolate, and if you let me out of these chains...I can take you to a spot that’ll basically blow your mind.” his answer came to a question that wasn’t even asked. this was the tactic he was using, teasing and changing the subject as far as he can in an effort to frustrate the other until he could come up with some sort of plan. whatever was binding him was seemingly indestructable and his ass cheeks were numb and tingling from sitting this whole entire time. “how about this...you let me go. and I’ll wine and dine your sexy ass and it will end with probably the best chocolate dish you’ve ever had....deal?” 

jae was getting bolder and the wide eyed woman was growing impatient. but she made it known, before she stepped away, that dealing with her was his last chance at survival. for the next person to come to the room, wasn’t as forgiving as she was. 

“lynx eye, its your turn.”

after a week

his mouth was dry. his limbs were sore and bruised and cut and he couldn’t even cry out for help once he saw sun for the first time. his voice was hoarse, gasping for moisture while tangible words got stuck in his throat. he didn’t know where he was or what even happened after he lost consciousness, but the binds were finally gone. the three figures were no where to be found. and he was left in a part of the city where no one seemed to visit. 

had it been anyone else, they probably would of accepted their fate in that moment. would of laid down and welcomed what was soon to come anyways. but he was bae jaeho. he never gave up without a fight and the academy needed to know what happened to him. they needed to know about the threat they were facing.

in an effort to stand, he stumbled onto the concrete once more earning a few new fresh cuts. he hadn’t walked for days and the torture he endured, left his body shaken and numb. so instead he crawled, crawled until he was close enough to the academy to be recognized and found. close enough for some sort of salvation.

and when it finally came, he told them all he could before losing consciousness. in his dreams he was always a hero, surrounded by people he loved and cared about. but if he hadn’t made it back, there wouldn’t probably been anyone left to hold onto. the academy, along with earth, was facing a whole new danger. 

and whether they signed up for it or not, it didn’t matter. evil doesn’t wait for anyone, it takes and takes until it can’t take anymore. jae was the first, and now youngae was the second. he couldn’t protect her from this even after he tried so hard. 

“I tried. I’m sorry.”

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svtaewoo:

[...]

Whatever Taewoo was expecting, it wasn’t for Jae to react like this. Perhaps if he wasn’t drunk, he would firmly refuse and quickly move his face in a different direction. But that was not the current situation, and that was not how Taewoo felt to react. Right now, Jae was no longer a friend – he was a stand in for the girl Taewoo was arguably in a deep like with. “Where should we go?” gently, or not-so-gently, he let go of the other’s shoulders and took his palms to Jae’s cheeks, not only squishing the other’s cheeks but also holding him at a distance. “What did you eat today? Your breath smells really bad, Ryujin… and your lips, they’re crusty.” 

“When you like someone, being rational its just...impossible. And you shouldn’t worry too much about it.” Jae has been in like and love many times and he’s learned to never be afraid of his feelings. “What you need to focus on is making your feelings known and whether she accepts them or not...” There are worse forms of rejections, but maybe to moon boy this was it. “...well you’ll cross that bridge when it comes.”

Taewoo’s reaction made him laugh out loud. Had he been sober, he probably would of dropped the act by now. But they were drunk and stuck on a roof, playing hypothetical games with his love life. That last part however, was just insulting, he thought. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, baby.” Came his shrill voice once more. When the others hands wrapped around his cheeks, he shivered from the cold touch. Jae was starting to realize how cold it was getting and wondered if they were going to be rescued anytime soon. Or at least until they were done being embarrassing. “The fuck you just say?” He snapped with his female voice, being more Jae than Ryujin in that moment. “I mean...how dare you. I’m a ten always.” Jae wrapped his arms tighter for calling his lips crusty. 

— couple of bros;

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svxowleye:    

the fact that snake eye had brought them anything of interest amazes her, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of knowing she may be impressed. a silver mirror. it’s not gold, it’s not what they’re tasked with finding, but it’s certainly unexpected. owl eye hates the unknown, the unsolved mystery. every puzzle must be completed, every plot hole filled in.

so she waits for him to wake up. maybe the prisoner will be cooperative. if not, she’s sure lynx will have a great time. the woman isn’t at all opposed to giving him a bit of fun.

“stop whining,” she snaps, striding into the captive’s view with a confident click click click of her heels against smooth flooring. “it’s embarrassing.”

she stops in front of him, tilting her head inquisitively with a nearly mocking sort of frown. “are you going to answer my questions, or am i going to have to invite my friend in to convince you to play nice? be smart about it. you might find you like me a lot better than him.” a threat, of course. she will waste no time in getting what she wants.

when he heard her voice, the gravity of the situation finally hit him. it was the man surrounded by colors that must of brought him here, and the binding around his wrist keeping him here. the emptiness in his chest weakened him while the hangover disorientated him further. jae was a prisoner, physically and mentally, to a threat he knew nothing about. 

groaning from the headache, he adjusted his head once more in order to focus on the new voice. it was a woman this time and their was a certain intent in her eyes that was rather unsettling. “I don’t-” his words came out hoarse and cracked, and he swallowed in order to improve. “I don’t know...what, you’re talking about.” he finally managed, taking a long breath between his words. blinking once more, the woman became clearer. 

“who are you? and where am I?” 

— prisoner;

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svtaewoo:

[...] 

Taewoo sat up when Jae moved to look at him, his own eyes trying to focus on the other, “Practice?” It wasn’t a bad idea, but could he even do that? He started to smile at just the thought of it. “Ok, ok… Practice,” – Taewoo grabbed onto Jae’s shoulders, fingers holding him still – “Ryujin! I really, really, really like you!” He was practically screaming it, luckily they were at the top of a building and no one was around. Or else, he may have some explaining to do later on. “I don’t know if you even really know if I exist, but I know you exist! Let’s…. hang out sometime!” 

Hearing his friend get so weak over this girl made him happy. He knew Ryujin and although she was a little wild, there were so many things that made her great. And also perfect for Taewoo. “You should be honest with her as soon as you can. So yeah...be up front and tell her then.” As the man finished speaking, he thought back to his phone. It had been in his pocket on loud but he still hadn’t received any sort of notification. The wind was starting to pick up as it got later and later and even with him snuggling close to other, he wondered when that warmth wouldn’t be enough anymore. Jae was sure they would come out sick at the end of this, if they were ever rescued. 

When Taewoo grabbed his shoulder, he tensed up a bit surprised. Although he had told him to practice, Jae wasn’t expecting this. The man was finally being a bit forceful with his feelings. Once his friend was finished, he immediately smiled and mushed his lips towards him. “Oh Taewoo finally, take me now!” He yelled, making his voice higher at an attempt to impersonate a female. For some reason he sounded more like a grandmother than a young girl. “I’ve been waiting weeks for you to say that.” In one quick motion, Jae turned the tables and wrapped his large arms around the other. He pushed his lips closer towards Taewoo, making kissing sounds with his lips and repeating ‘Taewoo’ as he inched closer and closer. “Oh Taewoo, my love!” 

— couple of bros;

[svjae-blog]

You In Me ♚ B.M

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sangsv:

“you know, there is a game about that.” he leaned closer to the book so he could get a better look. he had actually already read what there was to read, but wasn’t that what you were supposed to do before a class? at least that was what the teachers normally said. “it ended terribly for humanity.” and just like he didn’t think that’d be a good idea he also didn’t like the thought of recording your entire life with your eyes. he had watched the recent shows even if he maybe didn’t look like the type. he knew how bad things could go. “in the end we just each have to find our best way of learning. i like books but you may prefer something else. i heard powerpoint presentations are doing well these days.”

the idea might have scared others but jae found it fascinating. at least if he can’t get away with it in the present, maybe some lucky bastard  wouldn’t have to deal with it in the future. “I guess you’re right.” the senior finally admitted, returning his gaze back to the pages. “I’ve just never been a study type of guy. my body learns faster than my brain does.” scanning the pages for a few moment in silence, he picked out a couple of words that confused him and decided to ask him about it later. the answer could be in the next few text for all he knew. 

“thanks for helping me by the way.” he began again needing a break from the text once more. “I’m not sure if I thanked you yet so I just wanted to make sure.” sang didn’t have to help him but he was, and he really appreciated that. “also if you ever need help with any of your skills like weapon wielding...” a smile had found his way to his lips again. ...“I’m definitely your guy.” jae wasn’t even sure if sang cared about stuff like that but decided to offer it in exchange anyway. it was the least he could do. “is teleportation effective in a real fight or is just a transport sort of thing? It says something about that here but I’m not really understanding.” 

&&* jump rope

[svjae-blog]

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@svxowleye

it all happened so fast. too fast for him to make any sense of it. the man approached him using his brothers name and lacking any sense of judgement, jae trusted him completely. like a fool. they stumbled through the streets into a car and after a few drinks, warm lips on his knocked him into utter confusion. he remembers colors and a tight feeling around his wrist, but everything after that is just blank. like it was all a dream. 

as he wakes up, there’s an empty feeling in his chest and he struggles to find consciousness. a feeling like something important was taken from him, something necessary and it ached. jae felt defiled and he couldn’t understand any of it. knocking his head back, he fluttered his eyes in an attempt to focus on something, anything. his view was dark but he wasn’t sure if it was his eyes or the environment. he wasn’t sure where he was or what he was doing here. but the tight feeling around his wrist was still there. and the man could hardly move. “h-h-ell-o.” jae finally managed trying his best to snap out of his daze. “h-hello.” he said, this time more forceful. “help me...p..please”