Jae-hyeon

Even a Marble Facade is Still a Facade at Best.

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

[[You are my whiskey]]

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xx-inhale

Jae was drunk, which explained a lot about the situation. Most of their intimate moments came when one of them were under some sort of influence. Whether it be alcohol, drugs, or just the adrenaline high Darcy would get after burning himself. He couldn’t could the number of times he held a lighter to his thigh, just long enough to hurt and pulled it away. It gave him this rush, a rush that he was starting to get from Jae. Especially now when the taller man’s hands were on his back, and his breath was washing over his face. Their noses were brushing together as the other spoke, and the words tugged Darcy’s expression down. He wasn’t sure how to respond. “Let’s not…” he whispered, pressing a heated kiss to his lover’s lip, shutting him up. His tongue, hesitant at first dove passed the others, tasting the whiskey on his teeth. He kissed him until he was breathless, having to gasp, flushed and stammering, “I love you…I…I don’t say that a lot. I do though. I love you more than I love myself. You’re…You’re kerosene. The clarity I need…” he sighs, feeling utterly stupid, “I don’t know. Just don’t ask me that, because then I start questioning why you’d ever care for some street rat like me.”

Jae had almost started to protest, a large part of him needed to know, needed to know why he was worthy of someone like Darcy, who’s intensity burned brighter than anything he’d ever known, but if there was one thing that could shut him up no matter what, it was Darcy’s lips. He kissed him back, a sudden hunger flickering over his dark gaze. His fingers found the nape of the other man’s neck, gingerly twisting the delicate hair there around his fingers as their lips crashed together passionately. Contrast, everything with them was contrast. Hard kisses and gentle touches, Cold and warm, Broken spirits with healing hearts. Chaos that made sense and calmed them both. He paused at Darcy’s words, they weren’t words he heard often but when he did it seemed to breath life back into him, to make his heart beat and prove to him that he wasn’t made of marble, that he was alive. Hearing the shorter male say that was better than any amount of alcohol, any drug, and certainly any thing, that he’d ever have. “You—you’re everything I need,” he mumbled with baited breath, hardly daring to exhale. “I love you. Fuck I love you so much Darcy,” he squeezed his eyes shut against the emotions that wanted so desperately to take his feet out from under him.”you’re everything I crave…you’re so real, so present…so just…so much,” he shook his head, finally daring to open his eyes to gaze up at the other.”I need you.”

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

[[You are my whiskey]]

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

xx-inhale

Jae was trashed, absolutely gone, and a part of Darcy felt like he should get him to drink some water. Take care of him in this time. Then there was that part of the shorter male that was buzzing off that first kiss, drunk off the affection he was being shown. He shifts closer to the tanned man, his nose wrinkling cutely as the other tapped at his chin. “Whiskey? I can be that for you. Your whiskey. I can do my best to be whatever it is you need. I’ll be the bad boy. I’ll be the fire that burns away all your insecurities. I–” he’s a little hesitant as he nuzzles his nose against his lover’s cheek, and then sealed their lips together. A pathetic sounding whine escapes the arson’s throat, his body reacting in a way he wasn’t expecting. He was dizzy, touch starved and completely shaken by the fact that he truly missed Jae more than he even realized. Slowly, carefully he stepped away from the wall and backed his lover to the bed, and pushed him down. It wasn’t aggressive, but there was a certain animalistic quality to his gaze, “You’re intoxicating…”

“Jus’ you,” Jae murmured, shaking his head, “I just need you,” he reiterated, a tiny bit more coherently. “You don’t have to try to be warm, you just are,” he sighed heavily, his eyes falling shut at his lover’s gentle affection. He kissed the other male back, relishing the way it felt to have his lips crushed in his warmth, in the absolute fire that was pure Darcy. The sound Darcy made sent emotion tingling through his veins in a way that only the shorter could manage. He let the other guide him back, falling back against the bed with Darcy’s touch a sweet reassurance that he was alive. He looked up at the darkness in Darcy’s eyes, a similar intensity mirror in his own eyes. “I told you…kiss me until you’re dizzy,” he said quietly, trailing his hands over the other’s back gently. Dizzy. Just the words has the room spinning around him, or rather them. At the center with him was Darcy, no. Darcy was the center, the taller was just a minute moon, stuck in his pull. “I’m sorry for my stupid stunts,” he said suddenly. He felt like it was his own fault Darcy had been gone so long. He was too soft in the hospital, too reckless when he overdosed, he didn’t know how to just be. He was always too far gone in some direction. Maybe Jae was just too far gone. “W-why do you put up with me?,” he asked in a rare moment of raw vulnerability, all his walls crumbled at their feet.

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

[[You are my whiskey]]

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

xx-inhale

Darcy felt weird. He felt almost too dirty to be in this apartment, like he was ruining the whole aesthetic of the place, but the way Jae’s eyes ignited upon seeing him made the self conscious man bluse. He couldn’t even reply to him as he spoke, gasping as the the taller man stumbled and came crashing against his smaller frame. The kiss was all teeth, a painful clashing, but Jae seemed to steady himself fine, and Darcy found that he liked the way he was crowded into the nearest wall. Gulping, and his face now on fire, his arms came circling around the taller’s neck to anchor himself to the moment. He was shaking. Darcy was always like this. He was a live wire. Constant, quiet energy radiating off him despite his seemingly stoic appearance. “Shit. I’m sorry…I miss you a lot…” he mumbled against his lips, forgetting how nice it was to be held by him, “I…I needed some time. Had to get my head on straight, ya know?” Long finger’s found their way into the nape of his neck, brushing against the faded pink. He had roots showing, and it made his heart ache. Jae didn’t look as put together as he normally did and that scared him. He didn’t want him to do something stupid, “I could get drunk off your breath right now. How much have you had?

No…no apologies,” Jae shook his head minutely, his chin falling from it’s spot of pride, “I know,” he breathed out the words, swallowing back the emotions that were threatening to bubble over the surface. His own head was a mess, his everything was a mess. The proud man actually whimpered at the touch of Darcy’s fingers to the sensitive skin at this neck. It felt almost overwhelming, he felt like he hadn’t felt anything in years, that’s always how it was with Darcy. It was everything or nothing. Flames or ashes. The taller male laughed lightly at the question, “enough to break the silence,” he shrugged. He hadn’t done any drugs at least..not since Darcy had to help him throw up and then hold him in the tub to keep his foggy brain from drowning himself. “I was trying to feel warm, whiskey is warm, but not warm like you. You’re my whiskey. You’re better than whiskey, you’re like…like hmm…he taped Darcy’s chin playfully while he tried to think of a good comparison, “you’re like lava! No. Not that. Fuck I don’t know. I’m bad at this,” he threw his head back in exasperation. “I just know I’ve missed you.” Remembering Darcy’s words he leaned heavily into him, despite his taller stature, “you could do it you know…,” he looked up at the other’s confused expression and he continued, “you could get drunk off my breath, kiss me until you can’t walk in a straight line,” he challenged. He was all over the place, down and up. Up then down.

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

[[You are my whiskey]]

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

xx-inhale

Darcy had gotten to his boyfriend’s, yes in his head Jae was his boyfriend even if he never said it aloud, apartment in record time. Twenty minutes from when the other said he missed him, the homeless man was entering the building. The doorman knew him at this point, and wouldn’t dare deny him access, so he was aloud to go straight up to the top floor where he knew he’d find Jae. He let himself in, kicking off his boots and taking a look around the immaculate space. He never cared for the order and pristine nature of the apartment, but it wasn’t his and he knew Jae liked his things. Well, that’s what he told people anyways. Darcy knew better. He knew Jae, and the man didn’t give a shit about any of it. Pushing his way into the bedroom, he found his lover, and a breathy “Hey…” escaped his chapped lips. Darcy hoped Jae wouldn’t be too alarmed by his rough appearance. Hair was tangled under his baseball cap, clothes were wrinkled, and there was dirt under his nails. It was a long couple weeks. 

Jae hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. Before he had started drinking he had been in the mood to dare someone to come steal his shit. Dare or hope that someone did, he wasn’t sure. His stupid things. If he had things he looked like he was okay. That was the fucked up thing. If you had enough goddamn stuff, everyone thought you were happy. All he needed was Darcy. He didn’t need things. It was a wicked type of happiness when he was with Darcy. They acknowledged their faults in a quiet sort of way. The pastel haired man was lying on his bed, drinking yet another glass when he heard the other enter. He froze, gazing up at Darcy, taking in his appearance and finding him all the more real for it. Without any warning he jumped up, tripping on his own feet and crashed into Darcy, giggling and clinging to him. He slammed his lips against the other males in whiskey tinged disaster of a kiss, sighing quietly at the contact, much like one would sigh when sinking into a warm bath. “You’re my fire,” he hiccuped.”I misssssed you,” he slurred. “I s-said that already. I think? Did I?,” he questioned the other, eyes wide and innocent, oddly vulnerable. “Don’t leave me that long again,” he scolded half-heartedly, pushing Darcy lightly against the wall and kissing him again, hitting the corners of his lips and some of his chin and then snickering at his own lack of coordination.

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

[[You are my whiskey]]

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

xx-inhale

Darcy had been away for nearly a month, he and Jae hadn’t spoke much, but Darcy would be lying if he said he didn’t miss him. He just had to get away for awhile. After the hospital and then Jae almost overdosing he really needed time to clear his thoughts. Regroup. Needless to say that was a mistake because he didn’t have the courage to actually go back to Jae– Even when he found himself overwhelmed and trembling in the cold places he’d find himself sleeping, parks, abandoned factories, the occasional shelter. He kept the phone though. He’d charge it at 24/7 gas stations, and the public library. He would do so because he hoped Jae would reach out, and one night. He did, and Darcy nearly had a heart attack when the phone vibrated against his chest. The arson was laying on a bench, his ratty bookbag under his head and the cellphone tucked to his chest, he nearly threw it for startling him like that. [Text: Jae] Inviting me over?

[Text: Jae] I’m not too far away, but are you drunk…

[Text: Jae] Or are you high? Not that it mattered either way, Darcy was already on his feet and heading toward Jae’s penthouse.

Far down in the depths of his desperate heart, Jae felt a twinge of surprise when Darcy texted him back. He’d never admit it. He was the suave, collected, fucking confident man who controlled the room…unless Darcy was in that room, then he was happily overshadowed by someone who seemed to just…matter. Why would Darcy come back to him? Why would he bother with someone who buried themselves in things and drugs, who was a mess disguised in expensive clothing? Yet…he knew that Darcy was the one person who understood him, who looked far beyond the mess and found something worthwhile. He laughed darkly, sometimes he felt like he was tricking Darcy. Sometimes he felt like he was tricking himself. He swallowed down the rest of his glass before texting the other male again.

[Text, Darcy]: you’re always invited overrrr.

[Text, Darcy]:I’d say no…but yes.

[Text, Darcy]:I miss you. I missed you before I was drink.

[Text, Darcy]:drunk… or… drinking.

He waited impatiently, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed, for his boyfriend, partner, lover, whatever he wanted to call it…his person, to arrive.

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[[You are my whiskey]]

@xx-inhale​

Indulgence. Something to warm his cold exterior, a burning sensation in an otherwise frigid and unfazed existence, an artificial likeness of the one person who made him feel warm while clarity remained—Darcy. Clarity was out the window as the platinum haired male rasped at the welcoming burn of another glass of whisky…expensive fucking whiskey. What did he care? He could burn through all the money in the world, quite literally and it would never warm him. Goddamnit…he fucking missed Darcy. Why did he have to need someone like that, why did he have to yearn for a warmth that he could never hold in his hand for long. He stumbled as he stood, the world circling around him like he was the center of the universe and everything else moved around him, and for a while he thought it had….he knew better now. He picked up his phone, gazing blearily at the screen. “Fuck,” Jae mumbled, shaking his head.

[Text, Darcy]: Hey!

[Text, Darcy]: Darby

[Text, Darcy]: shit.

[Text, Darcy]: *Darcy

[Text, Darcy]: I’m cold.

[Text, Darcy]: Come start a fire in my fire thing.

[Text, Darcy]: Place! Fireplace! 

He snorted a laugh, his emotions haywire...up and down. Clarity? gone. 

[xx-coldforangels-blog]

IN SEARCH OF A JUNGKOOK TO JOIN OUR DISCORD RP WE’D REALLY LOVE SOMEONE TO JOIN US!  DON’T BE SHY! 

[[ F I N D  F U L L  P O S T  H E R E ]]

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CALLING ALL ACTIVE RP’ers!

Mod @a-crack-in-the-marble and I have started a discord channel dedicated to dark and angsty plots!

In 2047 tensions between world powers grow causing unrest and high levels of poverty. Crime escalates as a result and in many countries, South Korea included, military presence grows stronger. With the increased control and regulation of society, a rough and dark underworld develops in resistance to the ever-tightening restrictions. To ignore the lure of the underground world is to be among the poor and oppressed.

General Rules

Activity is key! We understand that life is a thing, and that people are busy, but we’d like the members to be as active as they can. So, if a member goes inactive for a week without notice we will give a warning. After two more days if nothing has changed we’ll have to terminate your character.

You must be 18+ to join the group! Mature content will be written.

Please let us know about any triggers you have, but keep in mind this is a dark au plot and there will be sensitive material. So, consider this before joining.

Open Characters: RM, Suga, V, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, Jungkook

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Please message @a-crack-in-the-marble or myself with what character you’d like to play and a 1-2 paragraph writing sample from a previous rp or fic (doesn’t have to necessarily be BTS related). DON’T BE SHY!

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WE OFFICIALLY ONLY NEED A SEOKJIN AND A JUNGKOOK!

COME COMPLETE OUR LITTLE CRIME RIDDEN WORLD!

[xx-wings]

Looking for our last two! ❤️

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UPDATE!!! Open Characters: RM, Suga, V, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, Jungkook

WE HAVE A GREAT GROUP COMING TOGETHER!!! JOIN US!!!

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|| ATTENTION ||

HEY!

I’m looking for five more members for this BTS RP GROUP!

It’s a DYSTOPIAN CRIME AU on DISCORD

Members Needed are:

Jimin

Jungkook

Hoseok

Jin

Taehyung

[[ F I N D  F U L L  P O S T  H E R E ]]

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CALLING ALL ACTIVE BTS RP’ers!

Mod @a-crack-in-the-marble and I have started a discord channel dedicated to dark and angsty plots!

In 2047 tensions between world powers grow causing unrest and high levels of poverty. Crime escalates as a result and in many countries, South Korea included, military presence grows stronger. With the increased control and regulation of society, a rough and dark underworld develops in resistance to the ever-tightening restrictions. To ignore the lure of the underground world is to be among the poor and oppressed.

General Rules

Activity is key! We understand that life is a thing, and that people are busy, but we’d like the members to be as active as they can. So, if a member goes inactive for a week without notice we will give a warning. After two more days if nothing has changed we’ll have to terminate your character.

You must be 18+ to join the group! Mature content will be written.

Please let us know about any triggers you have, but keep in mind this is a dark au plot and there will be sensitive material. So, consider this before joining.

To Apply

Open Characters: RM, Suga, V, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, Jungkook,

Please message @a-crack-in-the-marble or myself with what character you’d like to play and a 1-2 paragraph writing sample from a previous rp or fic (doesn’t have to necessarily be BTS related)

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HEY! WE’RE SUPER EXCITED TO DO THIS! EVEN IF YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN APPLYING PLEASE HELP US SPREAD THE WORD! IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO US!!!!

No worries if you’ve never used Discord either! It’s super easy to use and we’re more than willing to help!

SOME THINGS YOU HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO! WE WANT TO MAKE THIS REALLY IMMERSIVE AND FUN FOR EVERYONE! 

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||Save Me - A BTS Dystopian Underworld AU||

CALLING ALL ACTIVE BTS RP’ers!

Mod @a-crack-in-the-marble and I have started a discord channel dedicated to dark and angsty plots!

In 2047 tensions between world powers grow causing unrest and high levels of poverty. Crime escalates as a result and in many countries, South Korea included, military presence grows stronger. With the increased control and regulation of society, a rough and dark underworld develops in resistance to the ever-tightening restrictions. To ignore the lure of the underground world is to be among the poor and oppressed.

General Rules

Activity is key! We understand that life is a thing, and that people are busy, but we’d like the members to be as active as they can. So, if a member goes inactive for a week without notice we will give a warning. After two more days if nothing has changed we’ll have to terminate your character.

You must be 18+ to join the group! Mature content will be written.

Please let us know about any triggers you have, but keep in mind this is a dark au plot and there will be sensitive material. So, consider this before joining.

To Apply

Open Characters: RM, Suga, V, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, Jungkook,

Please message @a-crack-in-the-marble or myself with what character you’d like to play and a 1-2 paragraph writing sample from a previous rp or fic (doesn’t have to necessarily be BTS related)

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||Save Me - A BTS Dystopian Underworld AU||

CALLING ALL ACTIVE BTS RP’ers!

Mod @a-crack-in-the-marble and I have started a discord channel dedicated to dark and angsty plots!

In 2047 tensions between world powers grow causing unrest and high levels of poverty. Crime escalates as a result and in many countries, South Korea included, military presence grows stronger. With the increased control and regulation of society, a rough and dark underworld develops in resistance to the ever-tightening restrictions. To ignore the lure of the underground world is to be among the poor and oppressed.

General Rules

Activity is key! We understand that life is a thing, and that people are busy, but we’d like the members to be as active as they can. So, if a member goes inactive for a week without notice we will give a warning. After two more days if nothing has changed we’ll have to terminate your character.

You must be 18+ to join the group! Mature content will be written.

Please let us know about any triggers you have, but keep in mind this is a dark au plot and there will be sensitive material. So, consider this before joining.

To Apply

Open Characters: RM, Suga, V, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, Jungkook,

Please message @a-crack-in-the-marble or myself with what character you’d like to play and a 1-2 paragraph writing sample from a previous rp or fic (doesn’t have to necessarily be BTS related)

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

||Save Me - A BTS Dystopian Underworld AU||

CALLING ALL ACTIVE BTS RP’ers!

Mod @xx-inhale and I have started a discord channel dedicated to dark and angsty plots! 

In 2047 tensions between world powers grow causing unrest and high levels of poverty. Crime escalates as a result and in many countries, South Korea included, military presence grows stronger. With the increased control and regulation of society, a rough and dark underworld develops in resistance to the ever-tightening restrictions. To ignore the lure of the underground world is to be among the poor and oppressed.

General Rules

Activity is key! We understand that life is a thing, and that people are busy, but we’d like the members to be as active as they can. So, if a member goes inactive for a week without notice we will give a warning. After two more days if nothing has changed we’ll have to terminate your character.

You must be 18+ to join the group! Mature content will be written.

Please let us know about any triggers you have, but keep in mind this is a dark au plot and there will be sensitive material. So, consider this before joining.

To Apply

Open Characters: RM, Suga, V, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, Jungkook, 

Please message @xx-inhale or myself with what character you’d like to play and a 1-2 paragraph writing sample from a previous rp or fic (doesn’t have to necessarily be BTS related) 

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

||Fire//Desperation||

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xx-inhale

To say that he was incredibly surprised by the man’s reaction would have been an understatement. He had never heard Jae’s voice this raw and strained, the begging a touch he didn’t know that he needed. His head lulls to the side, his free hand slowly coming up to pet the top of his head. Fuck. His chest hurt. Jae wasn’t supposed to care this much.”S-Stop…” he urges, nails scraping against his scalp, “Jae, I…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Look, at me. Fuck look at me.” he wanted to be better for him, “Don’t cry. fuck, don’t do this. I didn’t mean to hurt you. This wasn’t supposed to…I didn’t think you fuckin’ cared.” there was a bitter laugh, and he moves to capture the man’s lips with his own cracked pair. He kissed him desperately, wanting the younger to know that despite what happened, he wasn’t blaming him. This was how Darcy was.

Jae looked up, feeling Darcy’s fingers in his hair and does his best to stop the tears in their tracks at the other’s words. It’s been so long since he cried, he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he cried. To cry meant you cared, and Jae didn’t care. He never actually cared, yet Darcy could make him feel ten years of emotions in ten lousy minutes. He started to speak but the shock of Darcy’s lips against his own stopped the words in their tracks—cramming them back down his throat. He kissed the other back, gently pushing his hair back—a choked sob finding its way from his throat. He pulled away just enough to look at the other, holding his hand gently in both his own. “Don’t apologize,” he shook his head, “Just let me be here for you,” he said softly. He pulled a chair next to the bed and leaned his head on the edge, watching Darcy for a moment. “Don’t ever think for a moment I don’t care when it comes to you,” he said softly. “You walked into my life and made me feel for the first time in years, I could leave everything else behind, but not you.” It was rare for Jae to get this emotional but he wanted Darcy to understand what he meant to him. He didn’t want to be this…vulnerable but he held so much in for so long, imagining losing Darcy was too painful.

[a-crack-in-the-marble]

Even a marble facade is still a  f a c a d e  at best

Gif credit to @xx-inhale

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||Fire//Desperation||

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xx-inhale

It hurt his chest to hear Jae speak, because Jae was right, he had the ability to see through all of his bullshit charm and lies. He could see right into whatever made Jae himself. It wasn’t this sweet and charismatic man, no Jae was dark, and he was a little brooding, but he hid it from people so well. It’s what Darcy was attached to. What he craved in the other as a partner. Or a lover. Whatever it was they were. Darcy sighs softly as Jae approaches his face, eyes closing, but the touch never came and it made him feel sick. Was he disgusting? He must be so disappointed in him. Despite that, he was saying all these things about needing him and wanting him. He couldn’t decipher if that was all bullshit or not. He didn’t think it was, but, a voice was breaking him down, “I might do it again you know…” he manages to speak, a hand reaching for Jae’s selfishly wanting to hold it despite the burns on his palms, “I never know when it’s gunna happen…when I’m gunna want to give up. This— It’s not the first time I’ve tried this.”

Jae watched Darcy, his dark eyes flicking over him—over the wounds and bandages. He wanted to take away all that pain. He wanted to take on all of that pain so that Darcy wouldn’t feel it. He wanted to  f e e l  something—anything really, anything that felt genuine. Darcy was the only one who ever made him feel something genuine. At Darcy’s words all of Jae’s walls finally break—he  c r a c k s . He holds Darcy’s hand in both of his own and drops to his knees beside the bed, tears falling. “P-please…I can’t—I won’t lose you Darcy. I’m so sorry I didn’t answer the phone. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. You’re the only person I want. You’re the only person I need. I know you can’t stop the feelings, I’m not asking you to. I don’t want you to put out the fire, I just want to be beside you, cooling it down when it gets too hot.” He wanted to be the  c o l d  marble to Darcy’s  b u r n i n g  flame, opposites but both reckless in their intensity.