cure.

...maybe then we can be happy. closed rp blog. mun is above age.

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blue light — jiyong and taeyong.

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(...) In this daze the question fell on deaf ears. “You’re… Wearing a suit? Why?” Frowning in befuddlement, Jiyong folded his arms and thereby accidentally embellished his jacket with more blood smears. “Oh–” Peeling his curious eyes away from Taeyong, he was reminded of how disturbing and sinister he must’ve looked. “I’m making a mess… Sorry…” Awkwardly he chuckled and put a hand over his continuously bleeding nose. Explanations had to be made by both of them. 

The Taeyong that everybody knew was always tired. With him juggling so many things in between the days, it was a wonder how he hasn't fallen dead yet. Seeing him with poorly brushed hair and baggy clothes was normal in between the day, and at night he would change into his uniform but his hair hardly changed (he probably passed the comb through once) and the bags underneath his eyes seemed more profound (his sleeping habits always seemed sketchy).

Taeyong wondered why Jiyong was giving him such a weird look, since he's the one bleeding. But he didn't too much thought into it. The question fell to deaf ears, since he was more preocupied on seeing the severity of the wounds (which was a lot, but not enough to send him to a hospital so there was that. "Jeez — wait here!" he ordered him as if Jiyong were some puppy, as if he was the older one. He sat him down in the small armchair of his small living room, and with that Taeyong left, heading to the bathroom to for his first aid kit.

It was there were he noticed, looking at his reflection he realized that Jiyong did not know this Taeyong. The escort Taeyong. He always did do his best to look good when he goes out at night. He tried to ignore the sudden fear he felt for himself, and returned to Jiyong with the bag.

"Um, here." Whatever courage he had went down the drain. Taeyong looked notably paler too. He set the kit aside and took his jacket off, to move around more freely.

"Where were you?" Taeyong asked him, trying to divert the attention from himself for a few moments. He tended to his wounds, cleaning up his bleeding knuckles with alocohol first. "Who did this to you? Do you need a place to stay? You can have my bed." Taeyong tends to blabber when he's nervous, but nevertheless he meant it, for Jiyong he would do anything.

Which is why this was the biggests fears he possessed, after all.

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loudspeaker. — sumin and taeyong.

@247sumin

Taeyong was no stranger to alcohol and alcoholic people. At all. Growing up with his father and the rich people taught him a few lessons or two about it. Considering that he made a pretty darn good Long Island without even tasting it, you could say he learned a lot. Working at the Lush also gave him pretty good connections, too. It was thanks to this place that he met Jiyong and most of his clients. This place still gives him the rush as the first day, and it was the same thing every night. Though considering that he has so long working at his place, he only talks to Jiyong and his other bartending co-worker. He barely know the security and gives some smiles to the dancers. There was some particular dancer, though, called Sumin. He knows this because Jiyong told him. She always comes over for a drink, and though they both know that she shouldn’t be drinking on the job, Taeyong knew she is fully capable that she could work under those conditions. It was an unspoken agreement between both of them, one that didn’t need any conditions. He gave her the drink, she did not tell anybody anything. He secretely admired her too, out of all the dancers, Taeyong thought Sumin is the best. The way her body flows against the music, she looked like she was floating. He would never tell that to anybody, though. Currently, he was washing some glasses when he caught her knowing glance towards the bar. It was pretty helpful that her spot was directly in front of him. With a slight nod, he prepared her the usual, and set it on the table with a napkin underneath. He stared at her for a bit, until promptly leaving to continue washing those cups.

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BABY DON’T STOP - TAEYONG

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these white lies — yoongi and taeyong.

@yoongi247

Trust came hard for Taeyong throughout his life. Perhaps he was born like this; ever since he has memory he remembers that he did not trust any man that talked to his mother. His mother was his, and no one else’s. He did not trust his father at any moment, and he did not trust anyone at school, before and after his disappearance.

But trust could come in some percentages, he thinks. Little were the people he really opened up to, some more, some less. But that percentage had the possibility to increment, like everything, the trust had to be gained.

Getting good grades and being the “supposed charity case” made it hard for him to open to anyone. Being one of the top ones, and without any apparent help of any clique, while it did not put him directly in Gossip Girl’s spotlight it did put him in some others. Thankfully, it was a lighter, more positive spotlight. After his disappearance, Gossip Girl did pay attention to him, but he paid no mind and his lie seemed to be believable, even to her.

Taeyong always did respect a well, intelligent talk. Spending so much time in the library gave him good company, afterwards. He did not know anyone else who could speak to him over introspective matters like Yoongi did. He liked speaking to him. And without noticing it, he slowly began to lower his walls around him.

They would help each other, in different ways, lighting up each other’s days. Even if Yoongi was part of a very controversial clique, the way he talked to Taeyong and distracted him from the mess going around at home could make him forget his fear of 

That changed after his disappearance, though. Taeyong was ashamed of himself. And after arriving, those walls were back up again. But knowing that Yoongi would notice the defensiveness, he preferred to lie. It was easy, and it would not hurt anybody. He would rather prefer hurting himself, having people believe pity him over discovering everything else about him.

Right? It’s fine if only he gets hurt, right?

It was once a week Taeyong saw Yoongi-hyung, they would always go out to get lunch. He waited for him outside AOMG, scrolling through his phone while he waited for him to come out. Starving, he sent him a message:

[ ✉ → yoongi-ahjussi] can we go now?

[ ✉ → yoongi-ahjussi ] i’m starving, tell them you have a family emergency :-(.

He hasn't even been waiting for that long, but Taeyong is a big baby regarding food. And the offer of pork belly had seemed too tempting.

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special needs. — yoori and taeyong.

@247yoori

Thinking back on his childhood, Taeyong would think back on his mother. On her warm smile, the mornings she would make breakfast, the nights she read him stories. He thought of the streets he would run down with the rest of the boys, racing to see who would get to the park first. He would always win.

He would think of Yoori, too. The tall girl that lived across the street from him, who was a grade older, but who walked with him after school. They would talk about everything, and at the same time nothing, like all kids did. Their worries were the cartoons early in the morning and that they had to practice math a bit more.

They had a small "house" they made out of carton by the park. They would ride their bikes, and only people from their club could join and come in with them (which was no one, since they did not know the password). They would stay until the sky darkened, and when the street lights came on, it was sign that they must go home.

Taeyong would never admit it out loud, but Yoori was his best friend. Even if she was a girl. He didn't care. He saw her beyond that.

Even after moving out towards his father's house, he would often think about her. "Was she still having a hard time? Where is she now?" When he finally got the chance to go visit his mother after months, he asked her. His mother told him she moved away. He never got the chance to say good bye.

Imagine the relief he felt when he saw the familiar figure at Cheongnam. After years of being surrounded by people he did not like, a friend was what he needed.

The eventual heart break followed afterwards, anyways.

Present Taeyong is currently on his second cup of the morning (having previously worked the night before, and barely arriving to sleep an hour). He was dazzled up in a suit, due to meet up with an aspiring author. They did not give him much details, except but to meet up with her at the editor's office at nine since he himself could not.

Taeyong arrives thirty minutes before, notebook and pen in hand. The door is open for her to arrive, so he turns on the computer while he waits.

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go slow, now fast.

the first time taeyong went out with a man he had just turned nineteen years old, fresh out of high school. he had one year in the escort business, with only a few clients but they were loyal to him, the women telling him that there was no one like him.

he was accompanying a certain woman to a business party in the high skies of the building. a group of contractors, it seems, celebrating its biggest building yet in seoul for a popular bank. the woman wasn’t that much older than taeyong, maybe ten years older. which is considerably young considering the other women he frequents, but it wasn’t his job to discriminate because of the age.

she clung to his arm like dear mercy. she introduced him as a “friend”, and he claimed to be 27 years old (“you look younger!”) and working at PJJ publishing (which, was a lie at the time, but he was getting to that).

the party was boring, overall, with chats of the next project and everything that will continue with it. taeyong excused himself to go to the bathroom, unaware that he was being followed. “you look very nice with those green eye contact lenses,” the voice told him as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. a man from the england, it seemed. a good looking man that seemed younger than the rest, but with a peculiar gleam that made him seem aware of so many things they weren’t. “you aren’t actually 27, right?” he asked him, walking towards him. taeyong did not answer anything but continued to look at him. the man smirked and gave him his business card. “i’ll require your services for four days. call me if you’re interested. i’ll pay you triple than what your normal clients pay you. it’ll be per day.” with that he left, leaving taeyong dumbfounded in his trail. absently, he hid the card in his pocket and returned to the party a minute after him. the man was charismatic, witty, intelligent. the woman fawned over him. he made taeyong uncomfortable, but at the same time intrigued. he couldn’t help it. throughout the night this man stared at him. taeyong pretended not to notice, but he noticed all right.

— the following few days were followed by stress. with all the bills upon him, plus college tuition, plus the debt he owes from the computer he bought, he felt stressed out, lost. his job at the club would not be enough. he wanted to cry, but even then he would not touch his father’s money. remembering the money the man offered him, he took out the business card, a separate phone number written in the back to call him there, which taeyong did. once he picked up, taeyong told him, “i’m interested.” they left for england the next day, taeyong scared out of his mind. the man noticed, and held his hand. taeyong allowed him. he dressed him in the best suits. on that trip, he dyed his hair brown for the first time, because the man suggested it would look good on him. he accompanied the man to his dinners, and no one would ask who taeyong was, they just accepted his presence. curiously, taeyong enjoyed his company, forgetting for a moment that he was working. the man did not seem to mind this, a matter of fact, he enjoyed taeyong’s childish behavior. taeyong slept in his own room for two days. on the last day, he required his full services. on that day, a man touched him. again, taeyong felt terribly scared and this man seemed too experienced with men and taeyong would clumsily try to follow. that night, he was in pain. that night he experimented and got fucked to high heaven. he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. by the fourth day, taeyong slept late and did not find the man in the morning. he came back till the middle of the day, where he calmly told him that he could go home. a check of 10 thousand dollars was given to taeyong. with that, taeyong returned home and paid off everything he owed. he even bought himself another phone “for business”. the rest was put in his bank account. he never heard from the man after that, he supposed it was because he actually lived in england. but taeyong knew he did a good job by the way the man texted him a message once he arrived home. “i enjoyed it,” it read, “i will never forget you.”

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blue light — jiyong and taeyong.

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Standing in front of the door, he briefly glanced at the floor adorned by the scarlet drops what almost made the hallway seem like a crime scene. Raising his aching hand, robustly he knocked and waited restlessly for hopefully still awake Taeyong to open up.

Taeyong holds Jiyong (Jiyong-hyung) in the highest esteem. He gives Taeyong a sense of familiarity, of comfort, for some reason. And this was strange, considering the way of life the older man lead and that Taeyong avoided him like crazy when they were in high school. Well, not specifically him, but the type of people he spoke with.

When Taeyong arrived new at the job Jiyong was the first to greet. That in itself gave leeway to this friendship they had, a brotherly type that made Taeyong trust in him, and is who he really is in front of him. Because after really meeting him, his playful personality was enough for Taeyong to have some sort of trust in him. Not many people cause this in the young red-haired man, but then again he didn't talk to many people, but he trusted Jiyong enough.

Except, of course, for his secret. Secrets. He will never tell that to anyone. The Lee Taeyong that Jiyong knew is a skinny boy that is average sized (short maybe) but with long limbs. This Taeyong had gentle eyes and would never dare hurt a fly, even if he did work at one of the noisiest clubs out of all Seoul. He could be a brat sometimes, a big dork, but overall kind. Warm.

The current Taeyong that is walking towards the door has nothing to do with him. At all. This Taeyong had his hair swept back, wearing the most expensive Armani suit, with sharp eyes that show that he is not gentle. He looks regal, even, with an aura of elegance, that he was born to be just like this. Cold.

But that doesn't matter because his friends will never see him like this.

At least that's what he thought until he opened the door, seeing Jiyong-hyung very badly beaten. As if he had just been dragged through the street, which Taeyong did not doubt. "Hyung!" he exclaimed, then saw the blood dripping from his hands and rubbed on his door. He was surprised that he even came to the top floor like this. Without thinking it twice, he pulled him inside the apartment and promptly shut the door. "What happened to you?" Taeyong asks with a worried look on his face, completely forgetting his current state, and not caring if he was staining his hands with blood.

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blue light — jiyong and taeyong.

@247jiyong

Friday nights no longer feel like Friday nights for Taeyong. They haven't for the past few years, but that's beside the point. This Friday has been the most pleasant Friday in many months, but he supposed it was because he had a nice client, nicer than the rest, at least She told him to call her Mrs. Na, who was a middle-aged lady who felt very lonely. Her husband was a very busy businessman and her kids abandoned her for the United States. Even so, it didn't stop her from dressing as if she were going to a gala at all times. She was a normal client now, about a year since she's been calling Taeyong, and they see each other once a month. She does not ask for the full package, except for the occasional hug and peck on the cheek which Taeyong didn't mind so much. This Friday was a dinner party she had with friends. It was nice, all he had to do was sit pretty and be a gentleman, and the other middle-aged women would go nuts over his manners and intelligence. "Taeyong, you look so tired!"Mrs. Na told him when he arrived at her doorstep. He just shook his head and apologized. "I slept very little last night," he told her, which was partly the truth, and Mrs. Na proceeded to scold him and tell him the importance of sleep. But he did feel very tired. The good thing about the dinner party is that it ended early, or earlier than the normal dates he had, where he wouldn't arrive home till next morning. "I feel very exhausted, Taeyong," Mrs. Na whispered to him in between the conversation. "Let's go home." When he arrived home he left the lights turned off, thinking about just letting himself fall onto the couch and sleep there. He started removing his tie before he was interrupted by some knocking. Taeyong double-checked his clock. It was just half past 1 a.m.

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— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Lee Taeyong, spotted prancing about in the Northwest Side. I don’t remember seeing him with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say dedicated and driven? Apparently now he spends time as an editorial assistant at PJJ Publishing and bartender at Lush Night Club, and keeps skeletons buried at Bukdong Apartments, 604. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, The Stranger; we missed you so.

TW: substance abuse, child abuse

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