“do you hear it?” he asks, bringing his hands to the other’s ears, unaware of their future already speeding to meet them there, “what does this sound like to you?”
taeoh blinks once at the voice that fills up the four walls around them, far more deafening than the sounds of the elevator climbing to its destination. he blinks once more, feeling an unfamiliar closeness radiating from the stranger's hands to his ears. taeoh likes to think that any other time, any other day, any other life, he would have ignored the unknown man's inquiry. he would have chalked it up to a fine case of drunken babbling and turned the other cheek.
instead, he wants to ask, what should he be hearing? should he be hearing the calculated sounds of the night? taeoh decides then, that he would be wrong to assume that. the person before him has a symphony within him, one that taeoh doesn't have the privilege to hear.
a ghost of a smile plays at his lips, a little quirk that's curious for what was to come. "it sounds like a song i don't know," he settles on simply, the truth rolling off of his tongue as if it were the most natural thing to do. a song he doesn't know yet. "your hands are way too fucking cold, you know." taeoh's voice is nothing short of cautious, a tone of amusement lost within it. "too drunk and too cold."
the taunting ding of the elevator signals that their exchange was being brought to a halting stop, taeoh not seeing the need to step away when the stranger would be leaving anyways. "this is your stop." for some odd reason, his attention is held captive by the other, leaving him wondering why he hasn't grown bored of the situation yet.
it was a split decision, one made out of a sudden compelling haste, his hands stopping the closing of the elevator doors. he hears himself calling after him, "i wouldn't mind it." he's managed to surprise his own self, by this point. he knows the drunken man will most probably forget this even occurred, but taeoh couldn't blurting it out. "hearing more, i mean. of your song."
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll just go back now, please ignore what I said –”
taeoh knew his neighbor's face somewhat well enough to recognize him, sometimes. he was always coming in and out the door, from what he could tell from their chance encounters. taeoh doesn't pay much mind to him, he doesn't bother him in the slighest, so he isn't a problem taeoh has to give a damn about.
he was most definitely bothered when he heard three knocks to his door, hesitant ones, as if the culprit on the other side of the door was reluctant to meet taeoh face to face. taeoh wasn't clueless, he was sure he was about to recieve the generic, 'keep it down', or even better, he'd possibly get a half-hearted threat. god, did he love empty threats.
taeoh doesn't have the desire, nor the decency, to grab a shirt, leaving his partner for the night to sulk in his bed. he manages to hear her yell something after him, he doesn't catch any of it, but he grunts in response.
he didn't expect to meet gazes with his doe-eyed neighbor, recognition flashing across his features until it melted into a complacent mask. his eyebrows raise ever so slowly, his interest just the slightest bit piqued at the stuttering words of the male before him. how adorable, he thinks to himself, leaning most of his weight against the door frame of his apartment. "how unfortunate for you. since you clearly know my name by now, why don't you go do some good and tattle to the landlord?"
taeoh could physically tell the other's resolve was crumbling with each moment that passed, a malicious snicker escaping his bruise littered chest before calling out to him once more. "hey, bambi !" words laced with a craving for banter, his mocking is purely intentional this time, wishing to see that same flush in his neighbor's complexion. "if you like listening in so much, you're always free to join. don't be a stranger."
"is this stupid thing on? fuck, how the hell do you--” a sudden beep interrupted him, taeoh’s lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “there you go. i’m a goddamn genius.” he settled back right next to aeri, giving the camera a sarcastic wave and the same wicked grin aeri’s viewers have gotten accustomed to seeing.
he promised before that he’d do the intro this time. he’s seen aeri do it dozens of times, so he wasn’t too worried about pulling it off. he gave her a side glance, suddenly determined to prove that he could do this without screwing it up the first time.
“so, due to popular demand, i guess we’re doing the couples q&a challenge today. if i get a question wrong, then arielle gets to cake my face up, one step each wrong answer.” his english pronunciation of her name is still devastatingly rusty, but he likes to think that it’s as good as it’s ever going to get. taeoh was proud of himself for getting that far without messing up, he can’t help but think that he’s the perfect fake boyfriend for this. putting on a fake relationship for the camera was the perfect way to get views, taeoh’s come to know that pretty well ever since he’s met aeri.
“but if she gets one wrong, then i get to give her a makeover. you guys know the drill. like, comment, subscribe, all that shit. you ready?”
the first time taeoh met im siwan, he didn’t think much of it.
it’s past hours of normalcy, obscenely late into the night, early in the morning. to taeoh, it was just another night coming home from work. another day following the same, tiring routine. he had an undying ache in his fingers, a yearning for a lit cigarette in between his lips. a deep sigh leaves him, the black haired male insistently pressing the elevator button once, then twice. “fucking useless,” he muttered out impatiently, as if expecting some sort of response. he gave the button one last press out of unadulterated irritation before the elevator doors creaked open slowly, mocking him.
if taeoh wasn’t so caught up in his own devices, he would have noticed the presence next to him, following the few steps he took into the elevator.
he leaned against the back of the elevator after pressing his floor number, arms crossed over his chest out of habit. taeoh’s gaze settled on the other individual who occupied the elevator, the stench of alcohol greeting him first before anything else.
a dry laugh escaped him, knowing all too well of the challenge that comes with getting home drunk. he had to do that himself just the other day.
he was young, somewhere around his age, taeoh assumed. taeoh’s never seen him around, not that he ventured out of his apartment that often. he was positive he would have remembered this guy’s face if they ever crossed paths before. sharp angles, warm eyes clouded with the remnants of a night’s intoxication. he felt another craving then, one that consisted of all the stranger’s features etched upon the parchment of his favorite sketchbook.
taeoh glanced away, suddenly fixated with the tacky chipped paint of the elevator wall. feigning disinterest is his strong suit. especially when he’s been staring for too long.
hello, hello !! late as always, here i am. the name’s misty and i’m so hyped to write with you all, honestly. let me introduce my problematic child, taeoh.
i’ve got a couple of pages for him, bio, sparknotes & a few plots. if you’d like to plot, and we haven’t already, give this a like and i’ll slide on over. without any further ado, here are some quick points on this whole mess ;
the hwang fam business has always been an auto chop shop that’s done pretty well for them. his parents were expecting a little princess to spoil the hell out of, but they ended up with taeoh. whoops.
he’s never felt a genuine love from his family, so he’s got a warped view on it. definitely believes love doesn’t exist, a huge pessimist.
he’s only felt adoration for three things; art, sex and his favorite lucky lighter lmao.
sO the one emotion he actively chases after is adrenaline, which led him to get caught up in the ~ underground ~. lil criminal taeoh’s gotten into dozens of fights, enough for him to have a decent grasp on how to walk away without losing much blood. his best friend, aside from his cat, is his stolen handgun. what a junkie, i s2g.
gambling, street racing, street fights, all of that, taeoh’s probably done it all at least seven times.
personality wise, he’s your typical rude, lazy asshole. taeoh runs on strictly nicotine, dark sarcasm, cat videos and the occasional fruity martini. he says he wants to make it as a painter, a muralist, but he never actually does anything to make that happen ???? he’s never had a day of classes or anything, so a lil voice inside always reminds him that he’ll never make it ( bonus points if your muse gets him off his ass, forcefully or not )
fun fact: he can make a gr8 drink. he’s not the star bartender at the local bar for no reason. pls bow down, he truly thinks he’s all that.
don’t tell anyone, but he’s got a damn good heart under all his layers, as you would expect. he’s just never felt the need to look out for anyone other than himself. it’s easier for him to be constantly detached, only looking out for himself, etc etc.
the almighty taeoh’s got a revolving door of people coming into his shifty place, but he hardly ever lets him speak a word to him after they spend the night. he doesn’t care who you are, as long as you’re living and breathing he’s down. he’s super comfy with his sexuality and he’ll rant about how society is conforming us all, blah blah.
many, many commitment issues, u know how it iz
for plots, i’m down for anything and everything.,, no lie
-- give me fwbs, just some pals in general ( bc he def needs some ), enemies, neighbors, childhood friends, a pen pal, idk all that good stuff.
aaand that’s as much as my sleepy self can come up with !! tysm for getting this far, ur the bestest.
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