Personal Message
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Kim joonmyeon
Kim joonmyeon
my Friends
Look at these dorks!
Look at these dorks!
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SuLay
2016 march 13th
2016 march 13th
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Home is where the heart is; if there is any remnant of one. Home is where the pack was. There were no parents to snuggle Joonmyeon after he had a nightmare. There were no late night baking sessions, no warm hugs, no early morning wake up calls, and no parental love. Joonmyeon never had parents to call his own. They said he was found in a ditch, crying, starving, begging just to be loved. He had been abandoned and nothing could ever change that fact. No amount of affection, consoling, or therapy could force him to surmount the pseudo forgiveness for what they did to him. They produced him, and that’s all he could ever thank them for. Thankfully, a pack adopted him and gave him as much unconditional love that they could muster. However, it would never be the same love that they gave their own pups, and he knew that. Why? What kind of people could just give up their own pup like that? He didn’t know and could never comprehend the thought. Surely there was nothing wrong with him?
Right?…
Joonmyeon threw up walls. He couldn’t stand social interaction and any artificial interest in him. If you weren’t going to be by his side for the rest of his life, then what was the point?
Instead of relying on people for his passion, he buried himself in the world of novels; the words flying off the page and hovering around him, no one to interrupt his thoughts, no one to ever leave him again. He became that character. HE fought dragons, HE rescued the princess, HE had someone to love him.
Naturally, Joonmyeon became a loner. He couldn’t tolerate the majority of people that tried to make conversation with him and often brushed them off. They soon gave up interest, and he honestly didn’t mind. All he ever needed were his books. They would never leave him and that was honestly, all he needed in his life.
When he finally came of age and found out he was an Omega, things… did not go well that day. It was perhaps one of the worst. Many people believed the stereotype that Alphas were the top of the hierarchical totem pole and that Omegas were at the bottom, giving all the Alphas reason to pummel and punish him any time they wanted. However, there was one particular Alpha that stood up for him. He comforted him and tended to his wounds. As might be expected, the two became great friends. This was Joonmyeon’s first, and only true friend. They shared everything together; food, rooms, life in general. Joonmyeon had finally opened to someone, and the feeling was other-worldly. He continually wondered why he had never done this before. There were no words to describe his happiness that he had finally made a friend. Perhaps they were too close?
WARNING: TRIGGERING FROM HERE ON OUT. DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.
Screams. Silence. More Screams.
Darkness. Blinding Light. Stray ambers.
Acrid aflame oak. Wisps of silver smoke.
Joonmyeon jolted awake at the stimuli invading his brain.
There had been a fire somewhere and it was bound to spread to the different homes. Grabbing the photo of him and his friend and a bit of clothes, he bolted for the other’s bed to wake him up.
He wasn’t there.
Joonmyeon assumed the other woken up again and went to the bathroom. He went to unlock the door, but he felt a scorching pain in his palm. There was no possible way to open that door without harming himself. He ran for the window and threw it open, jumping out and onto the ground. He observed the situation as people scrambled left and right. There was a wide struck panic and no one could keep their composure. Could he blame them?
His friend was nowhere in sight.
Perhaps he made it safety. No matter the outcome, there was no possible reason to stay in this spot because the fire was getting more dangerous by the second. He ran, following the trail of people, tears streaming down his face, and the picture pressed against his chest.
He didn’t stop running until his legs physically gave out and he couldn’t breath, the tears still pouring.
He waited. Waited for a sign. Anything to tell him that his friend was alright.
Nothing came.
Nothing except for a cot.
A lifeless, singed arm dangling in the hands of fate.
It was his fault.
There was no denying it.
He could have done more.
Something.
Anything.
But he didn’t.
He clutched the photo to his chest, hoping for a chance to turn back time and kick open that door. There had to be something he could have done. If only….
There were the stereotypical condolences, the all so familiar black clothing, the gifts, the “love yourself” and “it’s not your fault” lectures.
All in vain. There were no words that could salvage his heart. There was no fixing what was no longer there. Any remnant that was left from his parents was stolen from him after that fire.
personality
Joonmyeon can often be found in a reading nook, curled up in a blanket burrito, reading some a novel. He is absurdly quiet and socially awkward around strangers. He's a SUPER nerd and enjoys any school subject, sci-fi, fantasy, and gaming. He's lowkey a deviant, but that comes later. He mainly bottoms. He can top, but heavily prefers the previously stated.
Home is where the heart is; if there is any remnant of one. Home is where the pack was. There were no parents to snuggle Joonmyeon after he had a nightmare. There were no late night baking sessions, no warm hugs, no early morning wake up calls, and no parental love. Joonmyeon never had parents to call his own. They said he was found in a ditch, crying, starving, begging just to be loved. He had been abandoned and nothing could ever change that fact. No amount of affection, consoling, or therapy could force him to surmount the pseudo forgiveness for what they did to him. They produced him, and that’s all he could ever thank them for. Thankfully, a pack adopted him and gave him as much unconditional love that they could muster. However, it would never be the same love that they gave their own pups, and he knew that. Why? What kind of people could just give up their own pup like that? He didn’t know and could never comprehend the thought. Surely there was nothing wrong with him?
Right?…
Joonmyeon threw up walls. He couldn’t stand social interaction and any artificial interest in him. If you weren’t going to be by his side for the rest of his life, then what was the point?
Instead of relying on people for his passion, he buried himself in the world of novels; the words flying off the page and hovering around him, no one to interrupt his thoughts, no one to ever leave him again. He became that character. HE fought dragons, HE rescued the princess, HE had someone to love him.
Naturally, Joonmyeon became a loner. He couldn’t tolerate the majority of people that tried to make conversation with him and often brushed them off. They soon gave up interest, and he honestly didn’t mind. All he ever needed were his books. They would never leave him and that was honestly, all he needed in his life.
When he finally came of age and found out he was an Omega, things… did not go well that day. It was perhaps one of the worst. Many people believed the stereotype that Alphas were the top of the hierarchical totem pole and that Omegas were at the bottom, giving all the Alphas reason to pummel and punish him any time they wanted. However, there was one particular Alpha that stood up for him. He comforted him and tended to his wounds. As might be expected, the two became great friends. This was Joonmyeon’s first, and only true friend. They shared everything together; food, rooms, life in general. Joonmyeon had finally opened to someone, and the feeling was other-worldly. He continually wondered why he had never done this before. There were no words to describe his happiness that he had finally made a friend. Perhaps they were too close?
WARNING: TRIGGERING FROM HERE ON OUT. DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.
Screams. Silence. More Screams.
Darkness. Blinding Light. Stray ambers.
Acrid aflame oak. Wisps of silver smoke.
Joonmyeon jolted awake at the stimuli invading his brain.
There had been a fire somewhere and it was bound to spread to the different homes. Grabbing the photo of him and his friend and a bit of clothes, he bolted for the other’s bed to wake him up.
He wasn’t there.
Joonmyeon assumed the other woken up again and went to the bathroom. He went to unlock the door, but he felt a scorching pain in his palm. There was no possible way to open that door without harming himself. He ran for the window and threw it open, jumping out and onto the ground. He observed the situation as people scrambled left and right. There was a wide struck panic and no one could keep their composure. Could he blame them?
His friend was nowhere in sight.
Perhaps he made it safety. No matter the outcome, there was no possible reason to stay in this spot because the fire was getting more dangerous by the second. He ran, following the trail of people, tears streaming down his face, and the picture pressed against his chest.
He didn’t stop running until his legs physically gave out and he couldn’t breath, the tears still pouring.
He waited. Waited for a sign. Anything to tell him that his friend was alright.
Nothing came.
Nothing except for a cot.
A lifeless, singed arm dangling in the hands of fate.
It was his fault.
There was no denying it.
He could have done more.
Something.
Anything.
But he didn’t.
He clutched the photo to his chest, hoping for a chance to turn back time and kick open that door. There had to be something he could have done. If only….
There were the stereotypical condolences, the all so familiar black clothing, the gifts, the “love yourself” and “it’s not your fault” lectures.
All in vain. There were no words that could salvage his heart. There was no fixing what was no longer there. Any remnant that was left from his parents was stolen from him after that fire.
personality
Joonmyeon can often be found in a reading nook, curled up in a blanket burrito, reading some a novel. He is absurdly quiet and socially awkward around strangers. He's a SUPER nerd and enjoys any school subject, sci-fi, fantasy, and gaming. He's lowkey a deviant, but that comes later. He mainly bottoms. He can top, but heavily prefers the previously stated.
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❝My Lovely Dorks❞
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"I saw that you were perfect and I loved you...
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