LMFAO Like An Idiot ,, I Made A Mistake ... Jina Is Already 19 And She Should Be Turning 20 This Year

⁺  EYES ON ME LIKE I’M A 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄, BUT YOU BETTER    RECOGNIZE, I’M NOT YOUR 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋     ⧆

mmjunsu‌:

it was funny how things could fall into place so easily; how things could pick up from where they left off, without any thought of the circumstances prior.

(like how he’d shared an uncharacteristically emotional reunion with his sister; and then he was sitting at the kitchen island moments later, stuffing his puffy face with breakfast as she slipped back out into obscurity. don’t mention it to anyone just yet, she’d made him promise, but it seemed like the idea was already obliterated as he burned his tongue on seaweed soup).

and things went back to normal, like always.

maybe he should’ve taken it as a sign, when he walked into the apartment and was greeted with absolute silence— like the calm before the storm, it lulled him into a false sense of security as he kicked off his shoes comfortably and left a trail of his belongings on his way to the rec room.

maybe he should’ve been more cautious when he found a full, unopened bag of shrimp crackers and pepero sticks— a rarity in the kwak household— and it seemed like the stars were all aligned for him when he opened the fridge and his favourite banana milk was stocked on the top shelf.

(ahjumma must’ve gone shopping, was what he had thought, when he should’ve realized: ahjumma had bought him his last meal).

the alignment of the stars were clear now as kwak junsu took a fistful of shrimp crackers as he paused his video game, and the doorknob twisted open to reveal the grim reaper.

junsu could easily recognize the stages of kwak jina’s wrath, but the look she gave him from the threshold as he stared back at her with doe-eyes wide open and mouth agape, was positively lethal.

it felt like an eternity as he wracked his brain for the things he could’ve done wrong, a single  cracker from the bunch in his fist falling down into his lap.

(after quickly assessing and reassessing his memory, kwak junsu found that he didn’t know what it was his sister was staring at him like she would kill him for, but after sixteen years of being the youngest, he quickly moved on to his second option: run).

“noona, hold up—”

the shrimp crackers all fell to the floor as kwak junsu tossed the game controller to the side, jumping up onto the couch and stumbling as he tripped over his own lanky legs. he tripped over the edge and quickly shot back up as he hid behind the couch: his only line of defense from kwak jina’s blazing stare.

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃, jina has two different type of aggressions. it wasn’t out of norm for one of them to be tickled on the daily. that one didn’t involve the throbbing of a vein against the very shell of her forehead, it didn’t include the rush of adrenaline into her bloodstream nor did it reap of deadly intentions. 

no, that one was harmless in comparison to the aggression she felt swelling against her conscience. the one telling her that poor, innocent junsu looked scared to death. that perhaps, he didn’t deserve jina whatever jina had in store for settling whatever had set her off today.

of course her conscience was an idiot.

and jina full-heartedly believed whatever intentions she had in mind were rightfully just. especially when she was mad.

but no, jina wasn’t just mad -- she was pissed. 

she, of course, was fair in her approach. far more than she thinks she should have been. maybe she was feeling merciful, or maybe she just enjoyed the way her little brother seemed a second close to shitting himself. she didn’t enjoy scaring him, but the fear in his eyes did give her a different type of high.

for now, she feels every type of emotion welling up within her. remnants of her conversation ( if you could call a screaming match in the middle of the courtyard a ‘conversation’ ) with jihye still fresh on the skin. the tears she had cried a dried up path to where blurred eyeliner and smudged mascara lay. the obviousness of her distress a second contender for the anger that blazed in her eyes was much more prevalent, obvious in the way she stalked into the rec room; fingers pushing the door open further to make her way inside. 

“why are you backing up, junnie?” she blinks, voice a notch softer than it should be; coupled by the innocence dripping from her tone and the nickname she hardly uses, jina tilts her head. the venom in her expression says enough to warrant the activation of the fight or flight instinct, this she is sure -- watching his expression react in comparison has jina taking another step closer. “did you do something wrong?” 

she takes one more step, fingers reaching out to grab the discarded controller, tinkering with the buttons, a single glance made to the device before her glare returns to him. 

“don’t you have something to tell me?” timbre is soft, a false sense of security lulled into her voice as she takes another step closer; grasp tightening against the controller with each step before stopping just short of the couch he hid behind.

if he wanted to run, she’d give him a head start. 

REPERCUSSIONS

arin ＊*•✩•*˚ the fifth season (ssfwl) stages

* things said meme

things you said over the phone

things you said with the tv on mute 

things you said when you were proud

things you said under your breath

things you said with sorrow between your fists

things you said when you were lost

things you said when our world began to crumble

things you said with too many days between us

things you didn’t say at all

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said you’ll never forget

things you said with clammy hands 

things you said when fear cut deep

things you said while a fever stole your mind

things you said with rage between your teeth

things you were afraid to say

things you said when no one else was around

things you said when the sun was shining

things you said with blooming bruises and stinging cuts

things you said when we were safe

things you said without thinking

things you said that kept me grounded

things you said you loved about me

things you said you hated about me

things you said when you lied

things you said with scraped knees 

things you said with tears in your eyes

things you said while holding my hand 

things you said in the car

things you said under the stars

things you said at my grave

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said on the porch at 3 am

things you said in a gas station parking lot 

things you said in a hotel room

things you said in the waiting room

things you said while you stroked my hair

things you said that made me feel loved

things you said when i was crying

things you said while i cried in your arms 

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said in your sleep

things you said when you kissed me goodnight

things you said after a nightmare

things you said before death snatched you

things you said that i wish you hadn’t

things you said when it ended

things you said when you met my friends

things you said when we first met

things you said when they took me away

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hi guys !! i’m ume (21+, pst!) and this is another one of kwak jidam’s unfortunate children !!! ( i’m kidding but rly not their whole family is a lit revolt and we LOVE it ) aka kwak jina, she’s the second to last child! there’s more info under the cut as well as plots but pls like and i’ll definitely jump into your dms for some quick one on one 🤪🤪🤪

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𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒. seoul nights grow hotter despite the chill of the running air conditioner and jina awakes with a fever start. it’s a gasp, a startle, star-dusted eyes and a mumbled curse that detaches her from the realm of sleep. her dreams fizzle to an end and her memory grows hazy. what had just happened never comes to and she finds herself disoriented as the darkness of the room fills her vision. seoul skylines do nothing to faze her, lights strung behind closed windows as jina looks around her room like she’s on display. feigned surprise at the stillness, the emptiness that decorated walls and pale pinks hold stare back at her and jina feels it deepen her reality. distracted eyes glance at looming red and the time fucks with her because she has an eight o’clock divination lecture tomorrow that she’s not looking forward to, at all, and she’s headed straight for raccoon eyes the size of mars. she’s parched, not looking forward to tomorrow and there’s a dull ache somewhere in her body that she wishes not to place. a sigh falls and she’s staring at the ceiling. 

it’s bothersome, the itch in her throat grows; the ache in her body dulls and she mulls over her options before swinging dainty feet off her bed; silk following suit as she replaces sheets with the fluff of her dolce slippers. they take her away, of a hallway of closed doors and dim lights. of silence and buzzing static at a different side of the home. her destination: kitchen -- where the stars actually take her: jungmi. the other’s words are warmth personified, made to wrap her in the lushest fabrics, of a love she longs for but never fully attains. but it’s enough -- it has to be because wanting for nothing never amounts for any good: jina would know. she knows this too well. she doesn’t say much, and jina never needs to -- not with jungmi. because jungmi has good sense, she has jina’s best intentions at heart -- for jina, jungmi is her salvation and without her, she is lost. for jina, she can let all the walls and tiresome dilemmas crash to her feet and the burden of teenage adolescent angst surface. what she toils, she effortlessly drops for jungmi to pick up the pieces because for jina, jungmi was always there to fix her when everything was lost. 

when there was no one left to put her back together again. 

so she hugs her tight, when knees sink into scattered papers and her footsteps leave blind prints; falling into an embrace as she digs her head into the other’s neck and feels the tears turn in her eyes. “jihye’s back,” she whispers against flawless skin, like an omen breathed to life. she feels the words take her back to stricken voices, a slap against skin and heated tears on her cheeks; she feels them and bites back a sharp breath.

to a glance it’s utter chaos, the sprawl of books and technology, from folders, to notebooks, her recorder and work laptop. but there’s a precise measure to this chaos ( she had began at her desk across the room and slowly but surely, ran out of room ) then again, if you’re a kwak currently living within the posh kwak condo jidam shelled out for, the sight of jungmi dispersed across any surface of the apartment she feels like ( often being a broad portion of ground in any given room ) isn’t abnormal. surrounded by her proliferation of work materials, with her reading glasses that seem to come with an extra feature, as she had never put them on before without her face immediately scrunching into a serious frown. as if they were equipped with a spell to turn jungmi’s expression sour with focus. a pencil on hand for scribbling ( not a pen; she had learned that lesson, when her idly habit of chewing on the ends while thinking too hard, had burst one before ) and a tape recorder shoved into the small pocket in the front breast pocket of her t-shirt. there’s a manic kind of calm about her, a humming bird at rest, bursts of movement in between the serenity and soft hum of concentration. 

whatever sound it is that originates from the door, she doesn’t even glance up. from her near yoga-like post, bent over at the waist as she scribbles down a messy scribble of heterogeneous thoughts, something to refine later, before it can escape her tired mind. “hmm?” she hums by way of a greeting, more of a question of why someone has come for her in the first place after she had shrieked across the house like a warning bell that she was going to start working hours earlier. she doesn’t even know which sibling it is, her gaze pinpointed intently at the hangul she scratches across the page in a mess, “unnie is working on something, sorry, gimme a sec,” she explains lightly as she finishes up her sentences and stretches, unwinds her spine out, throwing the pencil as she turns towards the door with an expectant ( admittedly soft, but drained and tight ) expression, “did you come to bug me?” she teases, twice as hard when it’s @mmjina she spots and everything sisterly and warm from within her sparks like a low light ( it had only gotten stronger since the disappearance and reappearance of jihye, her appreciation for jina doubling, and then strangely, tripling ) (( at least jina wouldn’t leave her )) her eyes crinkling at the corners with a smile ( no teeth because she’s just a little too exhausted, not just the time of night but the subject matter of her assignment exacting its due ) and she manages a scrunch of her nose. 

♔ ♠ ☏ ☠ ✘ (( 👀i'm late to the party but i couldn't resist ))

   ●   a angry text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  18:46  ›   OKAY 언니 I GAVE YOU THE DRESS TO WEAR NOT TO PUKE ON⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  18:46  ›   the dry cleaner place you went to is horrible⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  18:50  ›   HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO COUTURE

   ●   a drunk text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:01  ›   언니 언니 언니 언니 언니 언니 !!!!⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:01  ›   i pnked on yoda⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:02  ›   ffs⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:02  ›   darth vader is aFTER ME

    a vague text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:18  ›   fuck world peace

   ●   a misguided advice text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  21:32  ›   learning to puke your brains out does wonders on my self esteem

   ●   a  text that should have never been sent  ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:54  ›   will you ever tire of one night fuck ups?

REPERCUSSIONS

an unintended consequence occurring after an event, especially an unwelcome one. see also: jina and @mmjunsu amidst one of jina’s blind rages.

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. jina’s all but slamming doors: dressed in devastation, anger and all the things in between that make her see red; that cause shadows to carve out streaks into her cheek from the tears she had hastily brushed away. vulnerability was a skin she wore well, but hostility fit her like a glove.

wood braces against wood as she crosses each and every threshold they owned, with no sign of the person she was searching high and low for. whether he was hiding very well or he truly wasn’t here. it was like a game of hide and seek, pursuing the hidden in the depths of their condo was frustrating and the longer it took to find junsu, the angrier she grew.

jina was furious, and self-righteously so. 

if her temperament could be akin to temperature, she was sure she’d be boiling over -- red in the face, steam comically filtered from her ears. but no, this wasn’t some comical fantasy land with happy endings and shallow life stories. no, this was real life and surely, at this moment, jina could only see the negatives in it.

starting with the fact that junsu -- oh, junsu -- had committed one of the most heinous crimes against her. 

a crime he would pay for right now: the scene opens up, a door unlocked and fingers curling around the knob. her frame, while small in comparison, towers threatening in the doorway as she stares at him head-on. a glower, of the sorts, marked onto his profile; bared teeth and all, jina was pissed.

and if looks could kill, junsu would quite permanently be dead right now. 

all txts that apply thank u

  ●   a morning text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  05:43  ›   죽을래?

  ●   a angry text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  20:18  ›   WHO DO YOU FUCKING THINK YOU ARE⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  20:18  ›   변태 새끼! ⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  20:18  ›   IF YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST USE MY 언니 AND GET AWAY WITH IT⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  20:18  ›   better fucking think again⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  20:18  ›   sleep with both eyes open⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  20:18  ›   개새끼야!

  ●   a drunk text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  02:01  ›   yjuo betder wash your fuckinads kneees!!!!⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  02:10  ›   by tomroow THES’RE GOWNE

  ●   a text not meant for you     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  12:46  ›    i’m going to tell him to fuck off⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  12:49  ›    o ….⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  12:50  ›    fuck off 개새끼

  ●   a sassy text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  03:02  ›   nice to know your face is good for something⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  03:03  ›   target practice

  ●   a congratulatory text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  16:27  ›   congratulations 좆  🥳⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  16:27  ›   didn’t know how useless someone could be until i saw you at student council⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  16:27  ›   you’ll never live up to @mmhyejin 선배님 greatness

  ●   a  text that should have never been sent ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  🚫대일 씹새끼🚫.  ›  23:01  ›   you didn’t deserve her at all