your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
“Oh!
So now you think that you dress better than him? I don’t know if I
can believe that.” He shrugged his shoulder, jabbing the other
male’s shoulder as well giving it a harsh pinch. “An icon you
say, yet no one has heard of your fashion sense not even me. I don’t
believe anything you say actually.” He mumbled shaking his head
and moving back some looking down at himself. “Now look at me, I
think I’m a pretty good fashion icon.” He posed for a few
seconds, hand neatly placed under his chin in what looked like a check-mark quickly dropping it back down to his side.
“Yeah,
seems I was right. You only gonna call me that when you want
something from me.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue hands
crossing over his chest. “I’ll think about buying that, only if
you do something for me.” He mumbled, judgingly eyeing the other
at his sudden pose. “You gotta stop doing that, you look even
more creepy when you do that! Don’t make me call the police on you.
You know that’s really long overdo!” He sighed out, swatting his
hand at the other, gently tapping at his shoulder.
“Now you’re just being cruel,” and a roll of his eyes is assurance of that cruelty, “You’re so hard to please. And do you really want to go down that road, waging a fashion war against someone like–” A hand is placed against his chest–
“–like me? Don’t get used to it either, you’re merely setting yourself up for a lifetime of disrespect coming from me if you insult my use of your title.” A sound of displeasure escapes from his throat and he presses his lips together before not-so-sparingly commenting, “What’s creepy is how often you feel the need to assert yourself– don’t you think that’s a fetish? Your threats have long since passed the mark of mere coincidence; it’s turned into a scary pattern, especially since I am the epitome of a model citizen and netizen. You weirdo. You freak.”
There it was, the nickname that had been given to him and he honestly had no recollection as to how it had been assigned to him. “Ah, is that so?” He asked with a hint of sarcasm at the end. A smile played on his lips, shrugging his shoulders. “It must be hard huh?” He went on.
“I heard that you’re taking tons of fashion tips from kibum.” He raised a brow, lifting his hand up to signal at the others clothing that he wore. “I suppose your stress comes from having to hear what to, and what to not wear, right?” He teased finally erupting in laughter. “You should really be forty years old right now. Even your face reminds me of an old man.”
“Aaaish–” Once the opportunity arose, he pounced; (a wild appendage flings itself seemingly unchecked and away from the owner’s body), a jab to the older male’s shoulder his unspoken rebuke for words uttered in alleged offense toward his person. “–you know I dress better than him, right? Please. I don’t need tips. I’m an icon all by myself.”
“Hyung.” Awane smile is immediately plastered upon his face as the word is uttered, foreign, when the title would normally be left unexpressed by him, and dark eyes peering through lashes are dubiously innocent; hands are clasped and pressed to a cheek as Jaejin wheedles with seeming abandon, “Buy me anti-aging cream. Take care of me, Judy. It’s probably your neglect that’s causing me to age so quickly. I’m pretty sure it is, actually.”
“You don’t know?” A brow arches as testament to his feigned disbelief as he slips easily into the facade; he’s only waiting for the proper moment to speak again when he allows an elongated pause that he effectively wastes in blinking somewhat dazedly at him. “I’ve been a thug since the cradle, Judes.” Nonchalance became dire in this moment as he carefully (carelessly) attempts to fish for a compliment– and if not, he thought judiciously, he would grope for it in what the other had said prior to the jumble his own words often became. “Fashion is so stressful, Judy. I’m getting too old to keep up–”
( kkt: 4:22pm ) ur least likely to pay for anything, always ‘accidentally’ leaving your wallet home i dont even get up to the fight over the bill with this guy ㅋㅋㅋ~ jong is much more generous. -<3 ( kkt: 4:23pm ) and just because im well off doesnt mean i dont want to be treated sometimes :-( ( kkt: 4:23pm ) srry. i dont do drugs so no i wont be appeasing either one of you -ㅂ-
( kkt: 6:15pm ) you get treated a lot though, so i’m just backing up on this one. maybe jin will be nice enough to get you something. ( kkt: 6:16pm )sometimes it takes moments like these to realize how done I really am with u.
( kkt: 6:30pm ) ….. ( kkt: 6:30pm ) i dont feed bullies, pls dont use me as ur last resort. ( kkt: 6:32pm ) i think the problem is i have to force people to pay for me, when it should be done happily ( kkt: 6:33pm ) because i am lee jaejin, and it is an honour ¬‿¬
( kkt: 3:08pm ) so who’s treating me to a bulgogi burger and coffee today
( kkt: 3:08pm ) in jins case ill accept credit ㅎ_ㅎ~
( kkt: 3:10pm ) what do u guys think of me getting a part time job??
( kkt: 3:22pm ) I’m not wasting any money on you anymore, but jin is free to buy us both a bulgogi burger and coffee since you tempted me now too.
( kkt: 3:22pm ) and you with a part time job? don’t you already have too many? chill for a sec.
( kkt: 4:20pm ) when did u make this??? （=o=）im late!! ( kkt: 4:21pm ) …..dont u have enough money?? i second jjong on swallowing a chill pill ( kkt: 4:21pm ) im not paying for any of you leeches, thank u very much–
“It’s always been your plan? I’m actually frightened by that.” He scrunched up his nose, quickly waving his hands. “Let’s try and not tell kibum this idea yet - I’m not prepared to lose money for more things. I have some sources that tell me he’s been taking my card for trips without my permission. Ah, I get so anxious when I got to the bank and end up having to see such huge transactions for things I don’t even remember getting."
His brow raised once he was handed the phone but took it in his hand and clicked on the image file that was given he wondered if this was some sort of joke as to why he was looking down at his friend’s picture - he glanced up at the other male and then back down to the picture before shaking his head handing him the phone back.
”I don’t get it - are you trying to say that me and jonghyun are going to be needing your product? I hope you know that our skin is already way too beautiful. “
“You know what they say,” he begins, pursing his lips at the other’s words. “When in doubt, pinky out, right? Pinky out? I know you’ve heard that before. Don’t tell me you haven’t.”
He releases an exhalation verging on the dramatic side as he waves a hand dismissively while reclaiming his phone. “Come on, that was a joke. Get it? Because your name–”
The velocity of his overall flappage rose at an alarming rate at his next words before abruptly ceasing. “–ayahh, I need to sell the product. Post a picture of your face next to it on social media, please. I’ll hand over your slice of the pie in pesos.”
“Are you finally going to dance with me, Jjong? I’ve been practicing. Don’t ask to see though, I’m not physically prepared for it at the moment. Stretches and everything, yanno?”
