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hdxjaerim · 9 years

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"what sort of noise was that?”

It was not a well-known fact that Jaerim could dance – and do it well – and that required a certain degree of flexibility, bodily strength, and coordination to attain. However, being severely out of practice (the church really had no room for dancing ministers anywhere), he was probably not the best candidate at helping out a devout church goer who asked for his help doing her mundane tasks. And no, it was definitely not because of his age – he was very nimble and young in spirit, thank you very much.

One particular task was to carry heavy boxes from a delivery truck and into the store that which the lady owned. It was not Jaerim’s role to check the contents of these boxes, but it was his to aid the delivery men in the tedious task of carrying them. It was challenging on its own, especially since he was told that the contents were fragile, and the streets were becoming denser by the minute.

And, by the fourth or fifth box, his body could already feel the strain of not having quite enough exercise (something he should truly work on, come to think of it). And that strain was made audibly evident by a loud crack – loud enough to gain the attention of a passing male, apparently. Jaerim winced, and attempted (painfully) to stand upright, the automatic smile on his features obviously forced, along with the shaky laugh. “I-it’s fine. It’s just my back, that’s all.”

#ask;#hdxjhoseok

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hdxjaerim · 9 years

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"Don’t look at me like that."

Minister Jaerim had a terrible habit of allowing his mind to wander. Spending most of his days doing God’s work and conducting sermons and listening to confessions could sometimes get tedious, and he preferred walking around and discovering this wonderful new city to shake off lethargy.

Sometimes he thought of cats, and wondered what it was about him that they disliked; no other creature seemed to have such an adverse reaction to his mere presence than felines. Which was a shame, really, since he thought they were absolutely precious – or would be, if they didn’t seem so intent on clawing at whatever part of himself they could find.

So lost he was in his musings that he didn’t realise he’d been staring at someone. Specifically, frowning at them as he drank from the smoothie in his hands. Their statement made him blink out of his thoughts, coupled with a soft “eh?”.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologised quickly, adding a bashful smile to the mix in order to convey that he truly did not hold any ill intent towards her. The subject of cats still nagged the back of his mind, but for now he realised that he truly shouldn’t allow himself to be in such a daze, especially in public places. He couldn’t consciously control the expressions he made at his own thoughts, after all. “I meant no offense! I was simply thinking about…cats.”

#ask;#hdxqian

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hdxjaerim · 9 years

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Despite the awkward situation, he found himself chuckling at her response. It was slightly cruel, sure, but she reminded him of a child, even though she was clearly a grown woman. Fears always reduced people to their most vulnerable states. Jaerim was glad that, despite the fact that he too had his own basic fears, God would provide strength and courage. God would protect him, the minister thought, and with that in mind he did not flinch at the storm that continued outside his new abode.

His neighbour’s reaction – he assumed that she was his neighbour, since it seemed highly improbable that she would be from anywhere else aside from his near vicinity – to it, however, made him jump in surprise. Startled, she might as well have provided the daily dose of caffeine he took every morning. He turned with a nervous smile, not expecting such actions from a young lady such as herself, and closed the door behind him before patting her head good-naturedly. She reminded him of cats, he figured, except she seemed less hostile than those fiends.

“You are safe here,” he reassured her with a soft smile, taking his hand away to prevent further awkwardness. “God will protect us from the storm.” With those parting words he headed towards his room, yawning as he searched his drawers for a flashlight. The search was futile, and it continued from there to the bathroom, and the space that served as a kitchen – all yielding no results. His phone would have been helpful, but for the life of him no matter how much he searched his bed, it seemed just as intent in not being found. He returned to her with an apologetic smile and his worn copy of the Bible. “It seems that I can’t find a flashlight, but do not fear! The Word of God will provide enough light into your life – for tonight, at least, until the storm passes. God-willing, it would be swift.”

「 lights out 」↳ bjh & sjr

When he spoke, she averted her gaze, not because she was terrified of him — which was also partly true in a way — but because of the fact that he was a little underdressed, in the literal sense. She noticed the change, as faint as it may be, in his posture as he seemed to realise this too. But she wasn’t about to let that hinder her from getting the help she so desperately needed since he was all she had at the moment.

At the mention of flashlights, she looked up at him once again and nodded. She nodded really hard that her head got dizzy so she had to stop and stare down at her feet in embarrassment. And she did hear his invitation. Loud and clear, at that. But she couldn’t bring her foot to take a step further. She didn’t even know his name nor what he does as a living. But as she opened her mouth to decline his offer, lightning flashed and a loud crack was heard in the distance. This made her jump in surprise and scamper behind him in fear.

It was probably too late for her to walk out right now since it would only make her look like a fool. Balling her hands into fists so tight that crescents formed in her clammy, bloodless palms, she stepped away from him in order to avoid herself from actually jumping on him if thunder struck another time. If anything, this storm seemed to test every fiber that made up her entire being and she absolutely detested being put on the spot.

❝ I’ll wait here, ❞ she mumbled.

#hdxirene #r;#p; lights out

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hdxjaerim · 9 years

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Sentence Meme Starters

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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It was her scream that proved more effective than waking him up than the storm outside. He jumped, and realised (belatedly) that he was wearing no suitable garments for entertaining guests. In fact, he wore very little, and as such his ears turned red with embarrassment. Hopefully, the girl before him would be too distracted by whatever was bothering her that she did not notice him.

A hand absentmindedly brushed through his scalp, and he caught sight of her mouth moving, but the thunder didn’t let him hear what she said at first. He assumed that she repeated herself, and when he flicked the switch on the wall beside him he realised that she was right. Not that he would have noticed in the first place, but he chose to ignore the momentary irritation at having precious sleep taken from him, in favour of thanking her for the information. “Ah, yes, you’re right. That’s unfortunate…”

Considering that people wouldn’t normally tell him such things, his head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. “You… Do you need flashlights or anything of the sort? I’m happy to lend them to you.” Not waiting for a response, he stepped back, as if to invite the girl into his home. She could very well be a killer, but he trusted in God to keep him safe. Besides, she looked terrified enough as it was. “You can wait inside if you’d like? I’m afraid it would take a while to find anything in the dark.”

「 lights out 」↳ bjh & sjr

The lightning that flashed just as abruptly as the door opened didn’t do her much help. If anything, it only made her scream once again; either it was of fright or surprise, she couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps it was a little bit of both. It took her almost everything to not bolt out of there the moment she saw the shirtless man with the messy hair. She’d been living on this floor for about two months now and she was embarrassed to admit that never once had she seen him. Come to think of it, she knew not a single soul in this apartment.

Despite his dishevelled look, there was a sort of calmness in his voice. But that didn’t exclude the potential danger he could unleash. It was very difficult being an introvert and a paranoid at the same time. She couldn’t talk nor trust anyone, especially those she had just met. As she stood there, lightning flashed for the umpteenth time that night and she jumped a little. She didn’t want to contact her parents for fear they wouldn’t let her live on her own ever again but she didn’t know if she could trust this person to let him help her either.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she finally managed to whisper, ❝ It—it’s dark.. ❞ but the rumble of the thunder chose that exact moment to echo, drowning out her soft voice in their wake. She was so close to breaking down in front of this stranger. ❝ No electricity, ❞ she whispered yet again, although this time it was just a decibel higher than the previous one. She didn’t know what she wanted to get out of this by telling him her problems but if he had a torchlight or candles, that would be good too. But of course, these thoughts were kept to herself instead of being spoken directly to him.

#r;#p; lights out #hdxirene

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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#jae;

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"

“Yes!” Jaerim exclaimed, the reddened area at the crook of his neck hidden by a palm. It was embarrassing to have to relate the experience to a stranger like this, but all friends were strangers once. Besides, the male seemed genuinely concerned, and Jaerim, although not finding any trouble confiding to God about his own misgivings and mishaps, always found it somewhat therapeutic to speak to another human. If he got into the habit of talking to his friend Jesus more often than necessary, he might be labelled a lunatic, and that was not conducive to spreading God’s love.

“I mean, it wasn’t a sudden attack. They were asking for a hug!” The more Jaerim spoke, the more idiotic he felt. “Or…something to that effect. They were dressed very…scantily. I do not want to put any labels, but…” He shook his head, and pointed at the hickey at his neck. “They were asking me to make them feel better, and I thought hugs would definitely do the trick! I did not expect to get bitten in such a manner.”

He sighed forlornly and moved to be able to have a glimpse of himself at a nearby reflective surface, craning his neck to be able to see the extent of the damage on his skin. “I told them that Jesus would make them feel better, and that I am only a messenger of God. Is there not a saying about not killing the messenger…or taking a bite out of them?”

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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It wasn’t the storm that woke him up. The thunder and lightning did little to rouse him from his sleep, and only served to make him burrow deeper into his sheets. Once or twice, he fancied himself sharing a bed with a partner, but as time went on that seemed more improbable than before, and for different reasons. Still, in his sleep he was not disturbed by his own loneliness. He had God, and for now he would take comfort in that fact. Although he was still a man who had needs, those could be ignored in favour of more virtuous pursuits. Pursuits which, evidently, left him too tired at the end of the day, evidenced by the immovable sleep that lay over his mind.

Or – well, it appeared immovable, until he heard a scream. This made him stir, brows furrowing slightly as the sounds from the waking world snuck into his dreamless rest. He thought nothing of it; could think nothing of it. His mind was not yet conscious, and thus could not make proper decisions, and was more inclined to fall back into the arms of peaceful sleep again, storm or not. But that was to be in vain, since seconds later – or it seemed as such – it sounded as if God himself was knocking at Jaerim’s door. He bolted upright, hair appearing as if lightning had struck it, and clambered out of bed towards the entry to his relatively new home. Proper judgment escaped him, and he yawned as he opened the door, all dishevelled hair and clad in nothing but plaid pajama bottoms.

He blinked once, twice, and did not flinch when lightning momentarily illuminated the space around them both. However, his brow furrowed as he scratched lazily at his bare chest. “Miss?” His voice was clogged with the deep, husky nature that clearly signalled the fact that he was only just half-awake at most. Lethargy prevented him from immediately recognising the girl, and when he did his eyes opened just a little bit more in alarm at the state she appeared to be in. Although he did yearn to go back to bed again, it was his God-given duty to help those in need – even though it was (according to a quick inspection at the clock on the wall behind him) past midnight. “Are you alright? Did you need anything? You seem –,” this was interrupted by a short yawn – “shaken.”

「 lights out 」↳ bjh & sjr

She’d heard from the radio’s weather forecast earlier of the oncoming storm that would hit Hongdae that night but she had never imagined it would be this bad. Every time the lightning lights up the sky, splitting it into two halves as the thunder booms in the background, the rumbling vibrations of the walls would set her windows in a shaking frenzy. The petite female was clutching the fabric of the three blankets wrapped tightly around her frame till her knuckles turned white, eyes wide in fear. She was always the one who gets frightened easily and this being the first storm she had to endure on her own, she doubted that she would walk out of this building the following day as the same person.

A trembling hand emerged from beneath the layers of clothes to reach for her phone, hoping she could call her father and hear his comforting voice. But just as she was about to bring the earpiece to her ear, a loud crack was heard and just as suddenly, the electricity went out. A surprised gasp left her lips as the phone slipped through her fingers and dropped on the floor with a noisy clatter. And with almost cat-like reflexes, she clambered off the couch onto the floor, quaking hands searching every vacant space for the device. She was already a panic wreck when lightning struck yet again. That was the one thing that made her lose every ounce of self-control she had left.

Screaming, she ran towards the door and into the desolated hallway. Not once had she thought of what she was doing until the door clicked shut behind her and she was left alone in the darkness. When she tried the knob, it wouldn’t even budge and she knew at that exact moment that she was in deep trouble. At the back of her mind, dark thoughts of someone approaching her from behind and snuffing the life running within her started playing. She could already picture the headlines; Heiress to Bae Incorporated Found Dead. With that thought playing on repeat in her head, she groped for whatever she could reach while keeping herself pressed against the wall. Just then, her fingers brushed against something cool — a knob! — and without wasting another moment, she started banging on the door of her neighbour.

#hdxirene #r;#p; lights out

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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"What’s in this stuff?"

Jaerim looked up from his daily reading of the Bible, attention drawn away by the woman whose finger appeared pointed at the thick volume in his hands. Granted, it was probably strange to see someone reading the Bible in public, in broad daylight, in the middle of a park. But social constraints held little value for him if it meant having to hide his faith and his love for the Lord.

With a friendly smile he closed the Bible, and held it up at chest level, cover facing the woman. Fingers tapped rhythmically at its surface, as if acting as a drumroll. “The Word of God is in this stuff. Most people seem to forget that such a thing exists, and I would not blame you for being one of them. That is quite alright – many need to be shown the path to the light that God gives us in our darkest times.”

Setting the religious book upon his lap again, he did not open it, in fear of seeming impolite in the presence of a lady. The smile remained intact. “‘This stuff’ is called the Bible. It is very beneficial if you should find yourself doubting your faith in God’s love, or if you are in need of guidance. Of course, should you sin greatly, I am always ready to listen to your confessions – preferably in church.” He held his hand out, as if to shake hers. “Please, call me Minister Jae. Anything else makes me sound too old.”

#ask;#hdxseohyun

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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"Shit. Are those fangs?"

“Eh?” He stopped in his tracks at the question, and peered at the spectacle behind the glass partition of a shop that the stranger audibly inquired about. The question, surely, was aimed at no one, but Jaerim took it upon himself to seize the opportunity for small talk. Conversation had to be made, he figured, for good relations to be established, and that was certainly integral in a place where he was relatively new.

“Ah! I do think they are!” His brow furrowed slightly as he, too, found himself taken by the still display. He tilted his head to the side, and inspected it with narrowed eyes. “Although, I’m not sure if a monster to be labelled as the ‘bogeyman’ would have fangs – I thought the lore would fit vampires.”

He laughed slightly, more so at his own self-amusement. He wouldn’t condemn these, of course, as long as they were not more greatly loved than the Father. “But I do not think it should cause much alarm. The Lord will protect us of all evil in this so-called ‘holiday’ season.” The minister smiled – a prelude to a bad joke.

“Besides, if the bogeyman was truly fearful, he would actually learn to…boogie.” The last word was accentuated with small rhythmic movements of his shoulders and arms. “And no monster can boogie better than God’s children.”

#ask;#hdxming

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"What’s in this stuff?"

Jaerim merely wanted to enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning before setting about to do the Lord’s work. There was much to be done, especially in an area such as this, and even a servant of God needed energy that simply could not be granted through prayer. It alarmed him, then, that someone would ask such a thing, and without glancing at the source of the inquiry he laughed, and opened another packet of sugar.

“Nothing too bad, I hope!” he allowed between his chuckles, focused too entirely on his drink. Sleep eluded him the night before, and this was always an effective (although not entirely healthy) solution to the lethargy that refused to leave his bones.

“Although,” he continued, finally looking up to point none-too-subtly at a scraggly man he’d passed on his way to the table at which he sat, “I think that fellow might be so tired as to confuse his whiskey with his sugar.”

#ask;#hdxjaekyung

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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송재림. Song Jae Rim

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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"What’s in this stuff?"

The minister looked up from having just flicked holy water at a cat. It wasn’t that he thought they were evil. Cats were God’s creation, and therefore must be loved, as all things should be. They just didn’t like him, and he hoped that by flicking holy water at them, they would perhaps see him as a holy servant of the Lord, and thus not one to be hated.

But the thing just hissed at him, and he jumped back in surprise, dropping the small bottle of holy water in his hand. Jaerim was grateful to find that it landed upon the hands of a male whose presence he did not notice, and he did not feel any urgent need to have it back.

“Holy water,” he answered almost too proudly. “And this…cre—ature is in need of it, I think.” Here his expression turned serious, as if such a matter gave him as much concern as Lucifer himself. “It has been following me for the past ten minutes and I am afraid it might have hostile intentions towards me.”

#ask;#hdxtaehyun

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hdxjaerim · 10 years

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Halloween Themed Starters

"Did you hear that noise upstairs? I thought we were alone…"

"Stop calling! This isn’t funny anymore!"

"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"

"The killer’s behind you!"

"Shit. Are those fangs?"