destiny...(13/14)
Warning: lunatic jinki…bad jokes, failed humor. Crack. Jumbled up thoughts.
Cameo!CL
a/n: this part was written entirely on jinki’s pov, hope you guys get what “my” jinki thinks here.
sorry for leaving this fic untouched for such a long time!! /gets bricked *bows forever* OTL
lastly, I LOVE YOU GUYS FOREVER!!! (whoever remembers this fic that is, because i doubt anyone would ㅠㅠ) and also, i'll not be keeping any spots because it's been forever since i posted anything, so be my guest, do what you want and comments are totally LUBBB! ♥♥♥♥♥
Jinki's POV
Remember what I wrote on my bathroom mirror?...About my decision.
……
Something along the line of “I want to be the devil of life” right? I want to be the devil. Don’t ask me why either, because I frankly don’t understand it myself. Probably because I would get to do things that I never got to try? But really is it normal for an average human being to be going through something like me? Yeah, maybe.
After making my decision I realised that my entire self being was quite awkward to be a devil. Have you seen a nerdy, dorky and clumsy devil before? Seriously I couldn’t even kill a bug without shrieking in disgust. I don’t even think anyone would have heard of a devil like that, much less to believe it. So after staring at my reflection in the mirror for god-knows how long, I came up with a brilliant idea of changing my image. I’m gonna make myself look more malicious, more “killer”.
First things first, the hair has to go. It’s too long for my liking but, I was just too lazy to go to the salon and get it trimmed.The color of my hair was also a problem, it was a bit too bright for my liking. Nobody would believe me if I told them that I’m a devil or anything bad of the sort. I went searching through my bathroom, remembering that Sunny once brought a bottle of black hair dye on one of her “you-should-change-your-image” trips to my house.
After searching for some time I’ve managed to locate the hair dye in the toiletries cabinet, which was well-hidden from sight. Aso I’ve found the pair of scissors umma used to cut my hair with right next to it, which thankfully saves me time to go search for one.
After getting all the necessities for my “transformation”, I’ve proceeded with cutting my hair up. I remember one of the boyfriend buddies of Henry had this really cool hairstyle that even I found it to be really nice. Futhermore I have this amazing memory, so one look at something and I’ll remember forever. Based on the image I had in my mind, I took my first daring step and chopped off some hair on the back of my head. After a few snips here and there, the hairstyle that I had in mind seemed to have taken shape. Once I was satisfied with the cut, I shook off the unwanted hair before moving on to color my hair.
I don’t get how in the world those hairstylists deal with such hazardous chemical without even dying of suffocation. I had to hold onto my breath and wore extra pairs of gloves for more protection. I don’t wanna die that soon would I? I left out a small part of my original hair as the highlights, it wasn’t easy for someone like me, judging on how I painted my entire right ear black with the dye by accident.
While trying to dye my hair, I realize that no one had came to find me. I was quite surprise since usually one of the four gurdians would be up and would be trying to hog me all to themselves. Then again, they must be exhausted from staying up for more then a century or two. I bet they probably fell alseep on my comfy ass bed. Seriously who wouldn’t?
After I was done with my hair, I went downstairs and saw my umma cooking in the kitchen. I greeted her with a hug and told her that I would be in the garden if she needed me. When she saw my hair, she gave me a sceptical look. Before she could ask me anything, I simply shrugged and told her that I would be out watering the plants. She nodded and smiled to me while ruffling my black hair. It was nice to have my umma ruffling my hair. I would tell her that I’m old enough for this sign of affection, but really I love it and she secretly knew it too.
When I got to the garden, I managed to get a hold of the watering hose without tripping or wetting myself in the process of turning it on. I made a few rounds in the green little field, watering various plants, and wondering what I would be up for once I declare my plan. After I was done playing the green finger that day, I made my way to the wooden swing. Gazing up to the sky watching the clouds floating across the skyline, slowly and peacefully, I couldn’t seemed to remember when was the last time I saw such a scene. It was like they’ve became so insignificant and I’d managed to not notice them due to my busy schedule.
While looking up at the sky, I sensed that someone was inturding into the garden and that I was no longer by myself. The intruder’s steps were brisk, strong and yet with a sense of uncertainty in them. So I concluded it wasn’t my umma coming to tell me that breakfast was ready, probably one of the guardians. Without glancing up, I managed to stay as nonchalant as possible. Key’s voice came into range, while I felt him eyeing me in pure amazement seeing my new look.
“J-Jinki, what happened?! Please don’t tell me that Jonghyun played a prank on you!” his jaw couldn’t drop any further when he saw my face. Instead of giving him an actual response, I just hummed staring at nothing in particular. I didn’t want to show my true feeling. I took the chance to slip away unnoticed, while Key was still preoccupied with his thoughts. I didn’t want to meet his eyes, he would probably realize that something was off and would have caught me right there.
When I got to the kitchen, I was greeted with three pairs of questioning eyes while they all paused from whatever they were doing and stared at me intently while greeting me good morning before resuming their work. We settled down after helping my umma set the table with minimal noise and begun to eat. That was when my umma broke the silence and asked me why the sudden change in my hair and I answered her truthfully, saying I was tired of my same old boring hair. Jonghyun butted in cheerfully, “That’s a really cool look Jinki! You look so cool now hee,” with his usual shit-eating grin. I was grinning from ear to ear when I heard that, but it was only on the inside. I tried my best to suppress my joy and replied with the coldest tone and smirk I could muster up, “So you’re saying that I wasn’t cool before?” Though everyone managed to let it pass after a few nervous laughs with the sudden change of mood while I was aimlessly poking on my bacon. There were some dozens of mini-me in my mind doing the victory dance and screaming at the top of their lungs.
Since there was nothing for me to do that day and I didn’t want to spend time lazing around. I figured it would be a good chance for me to head to the mall and get me some new clothes. After getting to the mall, I had a sudden craving for strawberry ice cream, but I ended up pushing that thought away from my mind. Cause eating ice cream alone was never fun and besides I had a brand new reputation to uphold. Instead, I got myself a cup of mocha from Starbucks and went on to window-shopping before I got to this fashion boutique that I’ve never stepped foot into before. Browsing by over the racks and finally something on the mannequin in the window display caught my eyes.
There it was, a complete rocker outfit that stood right in front of me. I remember I was all nuts about Guns and Roses and Nirvana and Led Zeppelin when I was a kid, though I never knew why I did. I then got into the fitting room, it took me quite a while to get my toes untangled from the holes of the black skinny jeans before slipping into the black Rolling Stone shirt and lastly the studded denim vest. But something felt weird and when I looked down to my feet, there were my Donald Duck socks winking up at me as if in mockery. So I opened the cubicle’s door and asked one of the shop assistants for help to get me a pair of shoes for the outfit because even with my bad knowledge in fashion, I know fairly well that rockers do not wear polka dotted lime green dunks.
Minutes later there was a knock on my door and I opened it to see a cool and yet sweet-looking girl smiling at me while passing me a pair of black leather boots. I thanked her, glancing at her nametag to before giving her a full beam, Chae Rin, nice name. After she left, I diligently put on the boots and smiled down to the boots on my feet as it looked pretty decent on me. I guess I’m not that bad of a fashion terrorist after all. Looking up to my reflection, I saw someone standing in the middle of the store with his mouth hanging open and the shirt in his hands were slipping halfway down, meeting the floor. He seemed to be like a stalker or something along that line with all his shades and cap disguise. Then I noticed that he was staring right at me with those eyes that came out from hiding behind his shades. When I looked a little closer and took in the details of his sharp jawlines and thick eyebrows. Kim Jonghyun was stalking me, not that his drooling dinosaur look was that hard to recognise. If he’s here, he’s probably not alone. With that I managed to take a glance around the shop through the mirror and saw a few more other patrons but three of them stood out the most as they tried their best to blend in with the environment but failed all so badly kudos to their disguises. Couldn’t these immortal try to be less obvious?
Pretending to smooth out the crinkles in the denim vest I wore, I straightened up and sent a piercing look through the mirror. Hearing some scrambling sound in the background while I soothed out a few strands of my fringe and from the corner of my eyes, I could see Jonghyun struggling to get the few shirts he had held in dead grip out of his hands but failed awfully when all of those landed on the ground. Key on the other hand seems to be, well, fantasizing on me already. Taemin and Minho were the calm ones, only glancing at each other with questioning looks and then to my back, doing that for a few times. After deciding that the outfit was what I wanted, and also had enough fun of teasing the guardians, mostly the latter. I’ve stuck my hands into the jeans’ back pocket and turned back into the fitting room. Before shutting the door, I threw a smirk at the direction of the four of them. The moment I was sure that I was alone, I threw my fist in the air and cheered silently to my second victory.
When I was done changing back to my clothes and ready for payment, the four of them were nowhere to be found. So after paying, I went on to shop for some accessories and got myself some leather bracelets, belts, necklaces and a pair of shades. I got home before dinner and as I dropped my bags by the couch asking my umma what’s for dinner and it was steak. My favourite apart from chicken of course. The four of them were already in the living room, watching some documentary film about giant squids, they were all very fidgety. Satisfied with the audible gulp from Jonghyun, I stood up and announced that I would be taking my shower before dinner starts and stalked off to the bathroom. After I was done with my shower, I stood in front of the misted mirror and wrote on the cool surface of it with my pointer finger, “I want to be the devil of life”. Now that my decision was clear, all that was left is to let the four guardians know about it.
Cameo!CL
a/n: this part was written entirely on jinki’s pov, hope you guys get what “my” jinki thinks here.
sorry for leaving this fic untouched for such a long time!! /gets bricked *bows forever* OTL
lastly, I LOVE YOU GUYS FOREVER!!! (whoever remembers this fic that is, because i doubt anyone would ㅠㅠ) and also, i'll not be keeping any spots because it's been forever since i posted anything, so be my guest, do what you want and comments are totally LUBBB! ♥♥♥♥♥
Jinki's POV
Remember what I wrote on my bathroom mirror?...About my decision.
……
Something along the line of “I want to be the devil of life” right? I want to be the devil. Don’t ask me why either, because I frankly don’t understand it myself. Probably because I would get to do things that I never got to try? But really is it normal for an average human being to be going through something like me? Yeah, maybe.
After making my decision I realised that my entire self being was quite awkward to be a devil. Have you seen a nerdy, dorky and clumsy devil before? Seriously I couldn’t even kill a bug without shrieking in disgust. I don’t even think anyone would have heard of a devil like that, much less to believe it. So after staring at my reflection in the mirror for god-knows how long, I came up with a brilliant idea of changing my image. I’m gonna make myself look more malicious, more “killer”.
First things first, the hair has to go. It’s too long for my liking but, I was just too lazy to go to the salon and get it trimmed.The color of my hair was also a problem, it was a bit too bright for my liking. Nobody would believe me if I told them that I’m a devil or anything bad of the sort. I went searching through my bathroom, remembering that Sunny once brought a bottle of black hair dye on one of her “you-should-change-your-image” trips to my house.
After searching for some time I’ve managed to locate the hair dye in the toiletries cabinet, which was well-hidden from sight. Aso I’ve found the pair of scissors umma used to cut my hair with right next to it, which thankfully saves me time to go search for one.
After getting all the necessities for my “transformation”, I’ve proceeded with cutting my hair up. I remember one of the boyfriend buddies of Henry had this really cool hairstyle that even I found it to be really nice. Futhermore I have this amazing memory, so one look at something and I’ll remember forever. Based on the image I had in my mind, I took my first daring step and chopped off some hair on the back of my head. After a few snips here and there, the hairstyle that I had in mind seemed to have taken shape. Once I was satisfied with the cut, I shook off the unwanted hair before moving on to color my hair.
I don’t get how in the world those hairstylists deal with such hazardous chemical without even dying of suffocation. I had to hold onto my breath and wore extra pairs of gloves for more protection. I don’t wanna die that soon would I? I left out a small part of my original hair as the highlights, it wasn’t easy for someone like me, judging on how I painted my entire right ear black with the dye by accident.
While trying to dye my hair, I realize that no one had came to find me. I was quite surprise since usually one of the four gurdians would be up and would be trying to hog me all to themselves. Then again, they must be exhausted from staying up for more then a century or two. I bet they probably fell alseep on my comfy ass bed. Seriously who wouldn’t?
After I was done with my hair, I went downstairs and saw my umma cooking in the kitchen. I greeted her with a hug and told her that I would be in the garden if she needed me. When she saw my hair, she gave me a sceptical look. Before she could ask me anything, I simply shrugged and told her that I would be out watering the plants. She nodded and smiled to me while ruffling my black hair. It was nice to have my umma ruffling my hair. I would tell her that I’m old enough for this sign of affection, but really I love it and she secretly knew it too.
When I got to the garden, I managed to get a hold of the watering hose without tripping or wetting myself in the process of turning it on. I made a few rounds in the green little field, watering various plants, and wondering what I would be up for once I declare my plan. After I was done playing the green finger that day, I made my way to the wooden swing. Gazing up to the sky watching the clouds floating across the skyline, slowly and peacefully, I couldn’t seemed to remember when was the last time I saw such a scene. It was like they’ve became so insignificant and I’d managed to not notice them due to my busy schedule.
While looking up at the sky, I sensed that someone was inturding into the garden and that I was no longer by myself. The intruder’s steps were brisk, strong and yet with a sense of uncertainty in them. So I concluded it wasn’t my umma coming to tell me that breakfast was ready, probably one of the guardians. Without glancing up, I managed to stay as nonchalant as possible. Key’s voice came into range, while I felt him eyeing me in pure amazement seeing my new look.
“J-Jinki, what happened?! Please don’t tell me that Jonghyun played a prank on you!” his jaw couldn’t drop any further when he saw my face. Instead of giving him an actual response, I just hummed staring at nothing in particular. I didn’t want to show my true feeling. I took the chance to slip away unnoticed, while Key was still preoccupied with his thoughts. I didn’t want to meet his eyes, he would probably realize that something was off and would have caught me right there.
When I got to the kitchen, I was greeted with three pairs of questioning eyes while they all paused from whatever they were doing and stared at me intently while greeting me good morning before resuming their work. We settled down after helping my umma set the table with minimal noise and begun to eat. That was when my umma broke the silence and asked me why the sudden change in my hair and I answered her truthfully, saying I was tired of my same old boring hair. Jonghyun butted in cheerfully, “That’s a really cool look Jinki! You look so cool now hee,” with his usual shit-eating grin. I was grinning from ear to ear when I heard that, but it was only on the inside. I tried my best to suppress my joy and replied with the coldest tone and smirk I could muster up, “So you’re saying that I wasn’t cool before?” Though everyone managed to let it pass after a few nervous laughs with the sudden change of mood while I was aimlessly poking on my bacon. There were some dozens of mini-me in my mind doing the victory dance and screaming at the top of their lungs.
Since there was nothing for me to do that day and I didn’t want to spend time lazing around. I figured it would be a good chance for me to head to the mall and get me some new clothes. After getting to the mall, I had a sudden craving for strawberry ice cream, but I ended up pushing that thought away from my mind. Cause eating ice cream alone was never fun and besides I had a brand new reputation to uphold. Instead, I got myself a cup of mocha from Starbucks and went on to window-shopping before I got to this fashion boutique that I’ve never stepped foot into before. Browsing by over the racks and finally something on the mannequin in the window display caught my eyes.
There it was, a complete rocker outfit that stood right in front of me. I remember I was all nuts about Guns and Roses and Nirvana and Led Zeppelin when I was a kid, though I never knew why I did. I then got into the fitting room, it took me quite a while to get my toes untangled from the holes of the black skinny jeans before slipping into the black Rolling Stone shirt and lastly the studded denim vest. But something felt weird and when I looked down to my feet, there were my Donald Duck socks winking up at me as if in mockery. So I opened the cubicle’s door and asked one of the shop assistants for help to get me a pair of shoes for the outfit because even with my bad knowledge in fashion, I know fairly well that rockers do not wear polka dotted lime green dunks.
Minutes later there was a knock on my door and I opened it to see a cool and yet sweet-looking girl smiling at me while passing me a pair of black leather boots. I thanked her, glancing at her nametag to before giving her a full beam, Chae Rin, nice name. After she left, I diligently put on the boots and smiled down to the boots on my feet as it looked pretty decent on me. I guess I’m not that bad of a fashion terrorist after all. Looking up to my reflection, I saw someone standing in the middle of the store with his mouth hanging open and the shirt in his hands were slipping halfway down, meeting the floor. He seemed to be like a stalker or something along that line with all his shades and cap disguise. Then I noticed that he was staring right at me with those eyes that came out from hiding behind his shades. When I looked a little closer and took in the details of his sharp jawlines and thick eyebrows. Kim Jonghyun was stalking me, not that his drooling dinosaur look was that hard to recognise. If he’s here, he’s probably not alone. With that I managed to take a glance around the shop through the mirror and saw a few more other patrons but three of them stood out the most as they tried their best to blend in with the environment but failed all so badly kudos to their disguises. Couldn’t these immortal try to be less obvious?
Pretending to smooth out the crinkles in the denim vest I wore, I straightened up and sent a piercing look through the mirror. Hearing some scrambling sound in the background while I soothed out a few strands of my fringe and from the corner of my eyes, I could see Jonghyun struggling to get the few shirts he had held in dead grip out of his hands but failed awfully when all of those landed on the ground. Key on the other hand seems to be, well, fantasizing on me already. Taemin and Minho were the calm ones, only glancing at each other with questioning looks and then to my back, doing that for a few times. After deciding that the outfit was what I wanted, and also had enough fun of teasing the guardians, mostly the latter. I’ve stuck my hands into the jeans’ back pocket and turned back into the fitting room. Before shutting the door, I threw a smirk at the direction of the four of them. The moment I was sure that I was alone, I threw my fist in the air and cheered silently to my second victory.
When I was done changing back to my clothes and ready for payment, the four of them were nowhere to be found. So after paying, I went on to shop for some accessories and got myself some leather bracelets, belts, necklaces and a pair of shades. I got home before dinner and as I dropped my bags by the couch asking my umma what’s for dinner and it was steak. My favourite apart from chicken of course. The four of them were already in the living room, watching some documentary film about giant squids, they were all very fidgety. Satisfied with the audible gulp from Jonghyun, I stood up and announced that I would be taking my shower before dinner starts and stalked off to the bathroom. After I was done with my shower, I stood in front of the misted mirror and wrote on the cool surface of it with my pointer finger, “I want to be the devil of life”. Now that my decision was clear, all that was left is to let the four guardians know about it.