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[color=#994f88] 𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐊𝐘𝐔  ♤  𝐓𝐀𝐊[/color][/h1][/sub][/center]
[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=gray]flight[/color] | [color=gray]hotel[/color]
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QljRe99OMCU][COLOR=#994f88]soundin' extra extra extra lame[/color] [/url]
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝. [url=https://trendland.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Vogue_Homme_Japan_First-Class-Flight1.gif][COLOR=#994f88] ♤ ♤ ♤ [/color][/url]
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#dc9da2]Yasmin[/color] | [color=C21E56]Luna[/color] | [color=#4169e1]Benji[/color]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.  [color=228B22]Spike[/color] [/sub][/right][hr]
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The morning rays had filtered in through the dark curtains, casting about beams of light to illuminate the apartment. Particles danced between the streams of light, refusing to touch the ground lest their dance come to an end. Jin had all night, and early morning, to watch and ponder, sketch and drink before doing it all over again. Sleep refusing to come as easily as it would to most.

He never truly found sleep to be obtainable, especially with his reunion looming over him. It wasn't something that he would normally allow to take up that much space in his head. Yet here he was with less than three hours til his flight took off with bags packed and ready and bags under his eyes. Metaphorically. Jin prided himself on his skincare regime. Thank you Rome. However, the black sheep of the Tak family was [i]not[/i] looking forward to being shoved in a hotel with people who didn't matter to him. They didn't then, why would that have changed? 

OK, not [i]everyone[/i]. There were choice few, [color=#994f88][sub][i]'Luna and Yas, Spike and Benji...'[/i][/sub][/color] memories of their faces and stupid antics crossed his mind and he couldn't stop the goofy grin slowly spreading across his face. With a heavy sigh he grabbed his bags, simple and minimal, and took off down to the Uber waiting to take him to the airport.

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Most of the flight was spent failing to get any sleep while wedged between two overly perspiring gentlemen who looked like the poster [i]"dudes"[/i] for red flags. Constantly being pestered about [i][b]"What did he do for a living?" "Got any tips?" "How much would __ tattoo cost me? Could you do it cheaper?"[/b][/i] It was frustratingly annoying to have to listen to it in his shop, but at least there he could kick them out. No, here he was stuck. Thankfully, after answering their questions in simple one worded Korean responses they laid off the incessant barrage of questions. So, Jin fished out his sketchbook and began to work on some designs he was fiddling with based on Spike's comics. An idea that they had tossed around back and forth about whether or not they could incorporate Spike's genius ideas for characters and concepts with Jin's talent for putting it in ink. Er, bodily art ink that is.

After completing yet another piece he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, opting to send 'em to the comic creator in question. 
[quote]To: [color=228B22]Spike-Meister[/color]
take a look at some of the ideas been playin with
in the air should be landing soon... be honest how bad is the turn out?[img]https://i.imgur.com/NwNNCCm.gif[/img][/quote]
Slipping his phone back into his bag Jin went back to doodling some nonsense as he waited for the ever approaching landing.

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He made it to the hotel without any hiccups. Checking in was a breeze, not like any hospitality in New York he was used to, and off to his room he had gone. Jin enjoyed the serenity of the space. Modern with a touch of minimalist. It was nice. Too nice almost... he was going to have fun ruining it. Or at least ruining [i]something[/i] in it. He was there to have a good time. Relax. Enjoy himself and the company of others. Might as well go all out. Before heading out to explore what the hotel had to offer up the alumni there he showered; making sure to really, [i]really[/i] take his time. There was no need to rush. It was still early enough that others would still be arriving. Not like there was an itinerary planned for this trip.

After dressing in a simple matte black blazer paired with a white jumper and narrow fit black denim he decided he was just going to wander and take everything in. Grabbing his "fancy" black snap-back, along with his essentials, he was out the door of his room and roaming. [color=#994f88][sub][i]'It wouldn't kill me to be social every now and then. Right? Meh. Why risk it?'[/i][/sub][/color]
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