dead in my own skin

kwon soonyoung, xx, part time model & full time psych major.

[wistfulreality]

          from the past to the present –  ❝ we had it all …. until one day, it was all gone. ❞

                     - kwon soonyoung ( @acasoonyoung ) x kim jennie ( 2012 - 2013 )

[mixminsoo]

.do not cross

[acasoonyoung]

acajimin.

A tattoo parlour in Hongdae. How specific. 

Jimin stood his ground. The second the other leaned in, he didn’t budge– why would he when he was so pretty and such a flirt. 

The grin that grows on his lips is cocky, right. It’s because he knows. He knows that he’s got a pretty face and most of all he knows exactly how to use it. That’s the most important. 

“Thanks. I know.” Though his words are cocky, his tone isn’t. It’s genuine, taking the compliment to heart even if he is aware of it. 

Glancing down at the ink and then back up, Jimin gives a little nod. If this one was so pretty imagine what else is etched into this guy’s skin. 

“Oh.” Oh, right now? “I’m… you mean right now?” He wasn’t doing anything but was Jimin prepared for that. (a little vocice in his head said yes. He was. He’d go anywhere with this pretty stanger.) 

“Jimin. Park Jimin.” Precious. Cute. The name got his cheeks all dusted pink. “And you?” 

HE raises his eyebrows in slight amusement. "there's no better time like now. why, you busy?" his lips stretch into a grin, "unless you want to go back with me and check out the rest of my tattoos?" he lets out a soft laugh, pulling away from the other. cute.

"soonyoung. kwon soonyoung," he mimicks jimin's introduction, mirth laced in his words. "nice to meet you, sweetheart."

he has to admit, he's more than curious about the enigma that's apparently park jimin. it's not everyday that he meets someone so bold and outright, and soonyoung's almost determined to get to know him better. besides, he's really goddamn cute.

"why all the interest in tattoos? i can hook you up with a friend of mine who's a tattoo artist at that place, if you want," he offers, tongue darting out in a quick swipe over his bottom lip. his phone is already in his hand, eyes contemplating.

"you have anything in mind? or more specifically, where?" the teasing grin comes back, and frankly, he's enjoying this. "i'm pretty sure anything would look good on you, actually."

[wistfulreality]

* a past not forgotten

[acasoonyoung]

acajennie.

the tone that soonyoung takes with her feels demeaning. the chipper tone that rings incredibly FAKE to her. kim jennie-ssi? did he really just call her that? then again, she’s not sure what he should call her. it’s not like he could use one of the pet names that he had picked up while they were dating or something of the like.

now that she thinks about it, it’s been years since she’s seen him, but those feelings that had been suppressed were bubbling over again, and she truly hates herself for it. how could this guy who she hated so much still elicit such emotions from her? was it because he was her first love? was that it?

she doesn’t know how he can smile while standing here. to pretend like everything is okay and well between them. that he hadn’t crushed her heart in a million pieces before throwing her in the trash. “asking me? why is that what you should be asking me?” she blurts out incoherently. her mind can’t process through her thoughts anymore as they’re tangled up in a million different directions.

“and why would i go look for you, hm? why would i ever want to see you again?” she bites back tears, her voice raised now and causing a few heads to turn. “we were doing fine and you just decided to ruin all of it.” without meaning to ( or well, she meant it really but she shouldn’t have ), she watches her own hand come into contact with his face before drawing back at the shock of what she had done.

a part of her wants to react the way that jennie kim, soonyoung’s girlfriend, would have reacted. to move forward and apologize and kiss that spot that she had just hurt. but she knows she can’t. instead, the tears flow down her face, just as they had that day many years ago. “you’re still the same asshole,” she shouts, not even caring that she’s making a scene anymore.

JUST as he turns to leave, her voice stops him in his tracks. 

“why are you here, otherwise,” he inquires flatly, bland confusion seeping through his words until he realises— oh fuck. “you’re studying here?” he blinks repeatedly, unsure how to react. ( a long, long time ago, he would be sweeping her into his arms and pulling her close. this time, though, is different. ) “oh, congrats. you’ve always wanted to come, haven’t you.” 

monotone. it’s all he can bring himself to come up with. after all, not showing any sign of emotion is the best way ( to him at least ) to hide whatever he’s really feeling. what she says next, though, is what really hurts. he knows he’s let her down countlessly, and it’s something he’s never forgiven himself for. over the years, however, he’s convinced himself that what he did was necessary for jennie’s happiness. he did it because he loved her. 

a low chuckle slips past his lips and he cocks his head to the side. “don’t tell me you’re still hung over that, jennie. it happened years ago. we’re nothing to each other now.” the truth is, he still cares. and yet, he adopts the most condescending, almost bored tone he can muster, as if she’s just a little girl and he’s much, much more than her ( he’s anything but. ) 

slap.

it comes without thinking, and soonyoung could barely react when it happens. it stings ( it should, he thinks, he deserves it ), but it’s nothing compared to the ache in his heart that’s only grown sharper day by day. and so, he pulls out the only card he knows how to play, and perhaps it’s the worst of them all.

indifference.

he knows jennie wants him to cave, to show any sign of emotion at least ( because it’s only human after all ), but he won’t indulge her. he can’t. instead, he stares at her, stony-faced. “you’re making a scene. are you done being childish?” he ignores the stares of the people around him, voice kept low and as unaffected as possible. he takes a step closer, and another. 

“listen, jennie. listen.” a hiss. “stop it. we’re nothing now, understand? as far as i’m concerned, we’re strangers. i stopped loving you the day i broke up with you, and if you still love me?” a harsh laugh. “then you’re the fool here.” 

( a lie, a lie, a lie, god, he’s so sorry. )

[acasoonyoung]

I want the K

KISS KISS!! ( CLOSED ) — 01 : HOT & STEAMY KISS

it’s no secret that weekend nights usually find soonyoung hungover or absolutely fucked in someone else’s bed. after all, all he does is head to parties or clubs, no exceptions, really. 

tonight is a clubbing night. 

it goes no different like the rest, alcohol in hand and him navigating his way through the crowd of bodies that fill the room that pulses with music and life. it’s definitely soonyoung’s kind of place. 

usually, though, the sole reason as to why he comes here is just to have fun and get laid, to be honest, but tonight’s motive is more like to have fun and forget. forget the phantom pain that haunts him, the guilt, the sorrow. it goes back so many years that he doesn’t bother to count anymore—it links back to his mother, his brother, to jennie. 

there’s no particular as to why he’s suddenly thinking of her more than usual, especially today. it’s more like he thinks about her every single fucking day ( sometimes more than once ) and he’s tired. he’s so fucking tired and all he wants to do is erase every single memory of her existence and their time together. 

( not really. all he wants to do is go back and turn back what he did. ) 

and so, he’s here, eyes scanning the crowd for his potential prey for the night, and maybe he’s a little bit tipsy and a little bit desperate, but he frankly cannot bring himself to care. 

five minutes later and it brings him to the dance floor, swaying along with the throng of sweaty bodies pressed against each other with a steady stream of alcohol running through their systems. he’s shamelessly grinding against any hot living being that crosses his line of sight, but it’s not enough. 

empty. he still feels empty. 

he’s in a drunken haze when he approaches a girl from the back, so when alarms blare in his head that something is really fucking wrong he barely ignores them. something isn’t right.  

maybe he ignores it because his heart is still telling him that he still wants.

“hey, babe,” soonyoung whispers beside her ear, loud enough for her to hear as he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. he shouldn’t be doing this. “hey, yourself,” he hears, and that’s all that’s needed before he’s turning her around and they’re eagerly pressing their lips to each other’s and inching closer like there’s an ocean between them and they can’t get enough. 

his hands glide across her body in plain worship, ignoring the fact that he doesn’t know her because by now it’s almost routine. he knows how this goes by heart. 

( make out, fuck, leave in the middle of the night before things get messy. ) 

but this is wrong. her lips are far too familiar and she smells like home, barely masked by the stench of alcohol, and a split second before she realises, he does. 

fuck.

immediately he pulls away, extracting his hands and removing all contact between them. horror, shock and sadness are all that are infiltrating his mind at the moment, but he doesn’t let that show. he’s never let that happen, anyway, at least not around her. it’s what led to the demise of their relationship, anyway. 

he switches on his most charming smile, almost as if nothing had never happened, and it’s almost robotic at this point. “jennie! what a coincidence seeing you here, really.” 

( smile, apologise, leave. )

“sorry ‘bout that, i thought you were someone else,” he says through clenched teeth, “but i should probably go now. have a nice night!” 

he sees the hurt in her eyes, the way her face falls, he sees the betrayal and pain. he sees, he sees, he sees, but he doesn’t do anything.

soonyoung doesn’t let anyone see the tears that fall later on. after all, its a sign of weakness.

( he wishes he could have kissed her and murmured apologies like prayers against her lips. he wishes, but he can’t. )

and god, does he hate himself for breaking her heart.

[acasoonyoung]

i want the k

KISS KISS!! ( CLOSED ) — 07 : ROMANTIC KISS

tick, tock.

“took you long enough,” he remarks. he doesn’t spare wonwoo a glance, nor looks up from his phone screen as he gets up from his position of leaning against the wall outside the daycare. “almost thought you stood me up.”

“well, i’m sorry you couldn’t wait for another five goddamn minutes, soonyoung.”

“fiesty.”

the grin that makes its appearance on his lips bleeds into his words, and soon he’s grabbing wonwoo’s wrist and dragging him towards the direction of the cinema.

he knows, he knows wonwoo probably got caught up in saying bye to one of the kids. he doesn’t mind. in fact, he has to admit that it’s pretty endearing.

you didn’t hear that from him, though.

soonyoung presses the coffee that’s warmed in his hand into wonwoo’s own ( “i got this for you, in case you were thirsty, or whatever. you’re welcome.” ), and he can practically picture the other’s eye roll after he says that without even turning towards him. “what? not even a thank you? i’m a good friend, aren’t i?” cue a pout that immediately forms, but the only response he receives is a smack on the head from wonwoo. 

“what do you want me to do, bow to you and thank the heavens that i’m stuck with a dick like you as a friend? thanks, but no thanks.” he whirls around to be met with a nose scrunched in mock disgust ( or is it, really? ), cup lifted to the his lips. his own mouth opens in protest—until wonwoo’s eyes widen suddenly, and before soonyoung realises, wonwoo’s yanking his hand out of soonyoung’s grip and running back in the direction of where they came from. 

“i left my phone at the daycare!” 

“dude, what the fuck, we’re going to be late!” 

unbelievable.

grudgingly, he strides after that goddamn fucking idiot, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. he doesn’t catch up. there’s no particular need to, anyway. 

it’s how he finds himself colliding solidly with wonwoo’s body at the turn leading to the daycare itself, a startled sound coming from the latter and soonyoung can only glare at him. “you seem like you’re really insistent on making my life hell, dumbass. you’re a mess.” 

“shut the fuck up,” comes the snarl, and while the words are harsh, there’s no real heat behind them. more like mirth. “it’s not like you’re any better.” 

just as he says that, soonyoung’s eyes catch on wonwoo’s mouth and he has to hold back a scoff, lips twitching in the urge to curve upwards. “jesus, you even have foam on your mouth. it’s just further proving my point.” 

he clucks his tongue in a gentle reprimand, leaning over and swiping his thumb over the other’s upper lip, palm cupping his jaw. 

it’s not intentional when their eyes meet. it’s not. 

but suddenly a grin tugs at soonyoung’s lips and he’s leaning closerclosercloser—

“hey, mind if i try something?” 

in the split second before the contact he finds confusion, scepticism and hesitation all rolled into one in wonwoo’s eyes, but he doesn’t think much of it when he tiptoes the tiniest bit and lifts his head a little higher so that their lips meet. before he knows it, he’s pressing closer and nearer and it doesn’t take more than a second before soonyoung feels pressure against his own lips in reciprocation. 

( and frankly, wonwoo has no idea what the fuck is going on but he simply goes along with it because in the end, there’s no harm in it anyway, right? ) 

this is nice. 

they don’t realise that they’re gradually backing against the wall until wonwoo is gently pressed against it, and only then do his eyes dazedly flicker open and he pulls away. he looks at soonyoung like he’s stunned, confused, whichever, but soonyoung only tilts his head to the side with a shit-eating grin that grows across his features.

“what—” 

“you pulled away first, so the movie’s on you!” and he’s running away before wonwoo can even finish his sentence, laughing as he hears a “fuck off!” from behind him.

ah, friendship.

[acasoonyoung]

— bling bling.

@acajaepark

HE’S currently toying with the props he’d been using for the shoot, pout on his lips as he glances at the figure that’s currently behind the camera. “hyung,” soonyoung whines, leaning forward on his elbows. “can we take a break?” he’s not particularly tired, mostly his legs cramped from sitting for too long, but he simply wants an excuse to slack a little and maybe get to know the enigma that was jp a little better. 

there’s a playful grin that tugs on his lips as he immediately bounds up without waiting for jp’s approval, and he makes his way towards the other and slings an arm around him as he peers at the screen of the camera. “wow, hyung, i look really good, don’t i?” he teases, pressing closer to see better. “of course, you’re super talented too. these are some really good shots.” 

his words are nothing but light-hearted, and he pinches jp’s cheek fondly. cute. he’s mainly like this because he finds the other absolutely fucking adorable, and it’s mostly just to get a rise out of him. when he’s on a mission, there’s no concept of personal space to soonyoung. 

“i feel like you’d have the potential to model too. you definitely have the looks down, cutie.” a wink, and he loops his arm with jp's. "ooh, maybe we should switch places! wouldn't that be fun?" 

[acasoonyoung]

— tremble.

[acasoonyoung]

acawonwoo.

he doesn’t greet.

unless coming out of the house counts, door closing quietly behind him when he distracts himself with putting on his shoes. it’s heaps better than being entirely ignored, wonwoo would assume; ignoring would have been never answering the door at all.

the text, even.

wonwoo whips out the lighter from his front pocket, flicking it on and off in the night air as he lingers on the front step of their home. there’s no stick for him to light up, the fire simply acting as a visual aesthetic amidst night air. another distraction, another reason to not say a word.

the silence means catch your breath, anyway. something comforting lies within knowing there’s a sense of familiarity here once again, a pang in his chest resurfacing when he reminds himself it’s not supposed to feel like that.

what’s life like lately? a potential question. one that never sees the light of day.

maybe because it’s fucking night time.

he sinks down to sit on the step, neither waiting nor assuring soonyoung to join him. the light continues to flicker, a lot more than his eyes could ever be capable of at the present moment. good luck trying to earn it back, you dumbass.

fourteen minutes, forty-three seconds. admirable to an extent. but still not enough to make up for the rest of the damage done.

“state your case.” the fire’s dangerously close to the bottom hem of the other’s jeans, a valid threat if he freezes with his word choice.

no pressure.

UNCOMFORTABLE. the feeling is as unfamiliar as it is strange—probably because it’s the first time he’s felt this way around wonwoo. he feels like he’s trespassing and crossing some sort of boundary, and that he should be anywhere but here. but yet, he’s still a visitor, and he’s just glad that wonwoo hasn’t chased him away yet.

cautiously, he eyes the figure that rests at his feet and follows despite the lack of an invitation.

a gap. it’s the kind of gap you leave when you’re seated on a bench with a stranger, the kind of gap that distances yourself from everyone else. he and wonwoo are definitely more than that. they’ve had history. a past. and still, soonyoung can’t help but wonder if they’re back to square one just because of one misunderstanding.

“what is this, a court meeting?” soonyoung scoffs. ( one where you play the good cop and i’m the bad guy? ) it’s a weak attempt at making things feel at least normal again, but there’s tension laced in his words and it’s obvious that his guard is up. the tiniest misstep, and he’s already ready to defend.

he’s not good at admitting his mistakes and apologising, especially with things that matter to him. almost never has been. wonwoo of all people should know that.

i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry—

“god, put that away,” he shoots an irritated glance at the flame that flickers in the dark. a mistake, he knows, but he can’t help but snap. the uncharacteristic quiet that lies between them yanks on his nerves.

i’m sorry a million times over.

“sorry,” he says automatically.

( it’s not the only thing he’s apologetic for. )

it’s the moment he’s been agonising over for weeks—and still, he can’t find a single word to say. what a joke. but then again, where the fuck is he supposed to begin?

inhale. “so, uh,” he averts his eyes from wonwoo’s face. “you’ve been avoiding me.” a statement, not a question. exhale. “why?” 

he knows why. after all, he of all people should. it’s simply a question to test the waters, see where they stand, and perhaps its even for soonyoung to get a solid confirmation.

either works. 

[wordsnquotes]

I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman. (via wordsnquotes)

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

[tastcful-archive-blog]

chivalrousxhybrid:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[bokdeongeori]

a best friend love-hate relationship 

[acasoonyoung]

— fake bitch zone!

@acajeonghan

“GOD, have you seen him? i’ve never seen a faker smile in my life.” cue the frown, followed by the distasteful nose scrunch. soonyoung pulls out the lollipop from between his lips with a loud pop, eyeing the person in front of him and leaning closer conspiratorially, as if telling a valuable secret. 

“i mean like, we’re friends and it’s all cool, and he’s actually not that bad of a person. i like him, actually. but i swear every time he- ow!” 

what the fuck. 

he’s prepared to yell at the other for the sharp kick in the ankle ( because who the fuck does that out of nowhere? ), until he follows his line of sight and whirls around to find the very subject of their conversation himself. 

“oh my god, jeonghan hyung!” he wastes no time in feigning shock before a saccharine grin makes an appearance on his features, almost as if he just hadn’t been the one soonyoung was bitching about, and loops their arms together as he stands up from his seat. he waves goodbye to his friend, eyes flashing a warning to ensure that he doesn’t say anything to jeonghan, and proceeds to turn his attention onto the latter. 

“how’s my favourite hyung doing? i missed you,” he pouts, sighing and leaning his head against jeonghan’s shoulder. and to be honest, despite everything else, a part of him genuinely means it. not that he’ll ever admit it, of course. “let’s get a drink together! and then maybe we can catch up! my treat.” 

[acasoonyoung]

— under my skin.

@acajin

MORE often than not does soonyoung find himself at the receiving end of apologies than the giver of them, so it’s a rare sight to see him so bothered over an issue as small as this. it’s how he finds himself pacing back and forth with a rehearsed apology on his lips, desperate to make things right because jinyoung deserves absolutely none of his bullshit.

after all, all jinyoung does is genuinely from the bottom of his heart. 

it had been soonyoung’s fault for getting so pissed off at the first place because of a small comment that the other had made, and his forte ( read: being mean ) had accidentally made its appearance from an impulsive lashing out towards him who soonyoung knew had only good intentions for him. 

and so, he gathers his courage and knocks gently on jinyoung’s door ( it wasn’t an easy feat for him—he’d spent a good four days convincing himself to do this ), biting his lip in anticipation. he’s surprised when it swings open, and he’s met face to face with the only person he’s afraid to look in the eye. 

“uh,” he begins, sheepishly scratching at his head. fuck, he’s already off to a bad start. it’s not even as if he’s intentionally trying to sound so deadpan, but he’s soonyoung and he’s never been good at sounding sincere anyway. “you know, a few days ago when you were being annoying and i got really pissed? yeah, um, sorry.” 

[thelastmessagereceived]

[acasoonyoung]

— hypnotic.

[acasoonyoung]

acayug.

      as soon as his friend had left for food, yugyeom had gone to work on something new he had been working on for a little bit. he turned on the music, and let himself freestyle the beginning of the song ( it wasn’t quite finished in terms of choreography ). as it got to the first chorus, he closed his eyes, remembering each movement he planned when he first decided to use this song for the future, a future routine. he barely heard soonyoung or saw come into the room when he did, despite his yelling. he kept dancing, body moving along with the beat of the music, until the end of the song. 

      he opened his eyes and spotted his good friend through the mirror, a smile reaching his lips. he felt soonyoung’s hand on his head, messing up his sweaty hair ( which yugyeom met with a small whine ). a blush crept to his cheeks, shaking his head at the compliment, ‘ no… i mean– yes. i mean… ’ he paused, taking a deep breath, ‘ i mean, no, i’m not that good. not as good as you, have you seen yourself dance? ’ his smile grew wider ( if that was even possible ), patting his friend on the back ( he admired soonyoung’s dancing a lot ). 

      ‘ to answer your other question… yes, i did choreograph it ! with some inspiration from videos, though… ’ he nodded his head, attention moving to the plastic bag in his friend’s hand. he pointed at it with small excited jump, ‘ what did you get? ’ he looked at soonyoung’s face, smiling. ‘ did you get my bubble tea? ’ his eyes flickered to the drinks the boy had, ‘ ahh ! you’re the best… you know that right? ’

IT’S no secret that soonyoung sees the world in yugyeom, adores him to bits and constantly compliments him until he runs out of those. he’s just so in awe of such a young individual who has the ability to accomplish so many things, and he has so much admiration for him that he honestly cannot put in words. usually, soonyoung keeps his feelings to himself, but he never hesitates when it comes to expressing his respect for the younger. 

“shh, you’re amazing. if there was an award for best dancer at bidulgi, no contest that it’d go to you,” he flashes a grin. it had always been like this, constant bantering and praises showered that were meant for each other, but it was always clear that they thought highly of the other. "damn, your choreography is great, you gotta teach me one day!“ he tugs yugyeom down to the floor to sit along with him, and he lays out the food they have in front of them.

"of course i’m the best,” he says, eyebrows raised. “no one else is gonna buy you food and treat you to dinner like me!!” he’s joking, of course, but it’s with a genuine smile and he holds out a piece of hotteok for yugyeom. “ah, my favourite freshman. dig in! and then we can continue on where we left off earlier on.”

[wistfulreality]

* a past not forgotten

( @acasoonyoung )

jennie was really loving bidulgi and was so glad that she had chosen to attend this school. everyone had been so nice; she was attending school with her best friend; her roommate was really awesome. what else did she need? she had everything she could want in the college experience and things were only just starting. things could only get better from here, right?

wrong. ( to some extent anyway )

she had been so intrigued in a flyer that she had just gotten that she hadn’t been watching where she was going until she felt the impact against another body. “i’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, hands reaching out to the person as if she might be able to keep him from falling. but when she saw who it was, she nearly fainted.

kwon soonyoung. her first love. a boy who had captured her heart and then ripped it into a million pieces a year later out of the blue. a boy who she still thought about occasionally before reminding herself that he was an ass who deserved to be out of her life.

“what are you doing here?” she asked, shocked at herself at the tone that she was taking. she wasn’t a rude person, but the words just slipped out that way without her meaning to.

[acasoonyoung]

STRESSED. it’s usually how soonyoung feels every annual club and sports fair at bidulgi, juggling between council and the dance club and thus the entire time usually spent in a mad rush. this year is no different, and it’s how he finds himself carrying bundles of whatever paraphernalia needed to set up booths and darting through the crowd of people that was starting to form. it’s an honest mistake when he feels himself collide with someone—it’d been bound to happen anyway, especially due to all the objects piled high in his arms and blocking his vision—but who he bumps into is a nasty surprise. 

within a split second, the items he’d been holding were scattered around the both of them ( a mess, just like the way they’d left things ), but soonyoung can barely bring himself to care. hurt. it’s the feeling he will always register with her face, a constant reminder of what they could have been and all his past mistakes and insecurities. jennie would always be his only what if. 

what if we hadn’t broken up? what if i hadn’t lied? what if i told you that i still loved you? 

he could have said a million things. he could’ve. 

( i’m sorry. how are you doing? i hope you’re happy now, whatever you’re doing. i hope you’ve found someone better. someone more deserving of your love than i ever was. ) 

instead, he says ( purposefully chipper ), “ah, kim jennie-ssi! long time no see.” 

he stifles the pain that threatens to consume him, snatches it and hides it away before it chokes him and he’s writhing in the potential they used to have. squashes it and stamps down on it, to the point that it’s convincingly nonexistent—but it’s just another lie, isn’t it? it’ll never truly be gone. 

and so he smiles, but it’s distant and empty and cruel, not like the ones filled with warmth and nothing but love that he used to reserve just for her. “isn’t that what i should be asking you?“ he tilts his head. "you must just be visiting for the fair. well, then, i shouldn’t keep you any longer, i guess. if you need help, you can always look for me or go to the main office. see you around?” his tone is kept infuriatingly polite, condescending, almost—and it’s intended to hurt. intended to keep her at an arm’s length to protect her from himself, intended to treat her as a stranger. intended to drive jennie far, far away from him, as if by pretending to erase everything they used to have would do exactly that. 

( well, hint: it doesn’t do shit. ) 

[mixminsoo]

.do not cross

[acasoonyoung]

acajimin.

Jimin’s fingers closed around the boy’s wrist before he could stop himself. He was just a sucker for good art and a pretty tattoo on a pretty boy.

“Where’d you get this.” An innocent question. “It’s pretty.“ Another innocent statement. “Just like you.”

It was said that Jimin couldn’t go five minutes without complimenting someone. 

It has mostly been proven true. He was just an overly friendly boy who often ignored boundaries. 

“Do you have any other ones? I’ve been thinking of getting one and have been asking around.” A lie, he had already decided what he was getting. “I just don’t know where to go.” 

@acasoonyoung

HE glances up to a sight of a boy he’s seen around, but doesn’t know the name of. soonyoung’s lips quirk into an amused smile, eyes flickering to the hand wrapped around his wrist before he answers him. “tattoo parlour in hongdae.”

he raises his eyebrows at the compliment—oh, so this was how they were going to play?—thus he leans in, tilting his head to the side in interest. “thanks. you’re not so bad yourself, y’know?”

“wouldn’t you like to know,” soonyoung grins. his body is a canvas and the multiple tattoos that are scattered across it are his pride and joy. “i mean… if you want, i can take you there. give you some inspiration for a new one, if need be.”

he runs his eyes over the other male in borderline curiosity and mild interest, barely disguised with a friendly smile. “what’s your name, precious?”

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