now or never.

never regret thy fall, o icarus of the fearless flight, for the greatest tragedy of them all, is never to feel the burning light

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hi all-

i'm here to officially announce my leaving of this rp. i've had a lot of fun here with all of you, whether we interacted or plotted or just chatted. however, i’m sure most, if not all, of you have noticed the downward spiral of my muse, starting from even before my revamp,,,,,

this was a tough decision to make, but with so much going on in my outside life, and with a long-dead muse, i don't have the motivation to keep my taehyung alive, as much as it pains me. it would be irresponsible of me to hoard the spot when somebody more inspired and deserving could have it instead.

i'm sorry to all of whom i've left hanging in ims, and for my severely lacking replies/snail speed writing, but i hope that all of you will continue to keep up all of the amazing creativity and passion (i may or may not continue to stalk threads after i leave,,,).

and with that said, i wish the best of luck to all of you!! stay happy and healthy and Wild™ ♡

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red handed // jjk x kth

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247jjk:

( ... )

“Honestly I thought you would have known from last night how angry I could get, but I guess that small slip of my finger just reminded you how I could be both in bed and in duty, Kim,” Jeongguk’s features darkened, his grin turning into a half-smirk as he approached his target and grabbing his hands, arresting Taehyung. “I didn’t get your pretty face scratched, right?” Jeongguk mocked Taehyung’s playful tone as he skilfully trapped both of his hands with the officer’s right hand and with his other hand stroking his cheek.

“Anything you say can and will be held against you,” Jeongguk finally reached out his handcuffs and placed them on Taehyung’s. “So only say my name: Jeon Jeongguk.”

Taehyung is always five steps ahead, analyzing each scenario down to its roots, just to have the upper hand at all times. He thought he'd finally gotten the city right in the palm of his hand, before the encounter with a certain Jeon Jeongguk. Life had suddenly become more difficult with the officer's spectacular introduction into his life, but then again, since when did Taehyung want the easy life? He'd always been troublesome for the fun of it all; definitely not repressed emotions that overruled his system.

But now, with a heavy gaze fastened upon him, Taehyung had no time for existentialism. Instead, he stared right back, his eyes intense and speaking all of the words he bit back. He knew that there was nothing he could do now, cornered and powerless, with no other choice but to give in. He does just that, but with much regret.

"Jesus, you're going to make me deaf shooting that thing so close to my ear," he growls as the officer grips his wrists too tight, cuffing them together behind his back. "Where's the respect these days? You act like I killed somebody. I'm not that dangerous; you already know that, Jeon Jeongguk."

His lip curls, forced into the back seat of the other officer's car, grumbling even as they head for the station. It was Taehyung's least favorite place to be, but now that he had a new victim to toy with, the stay wouldn't be so bad.

"You liked my pretty face enough last night, wouldn't want to ruin it, would you, Jeon Jeongguk?" Taehyung says melodically, too amused with the way fate had been pulled this night, now sitting rather comfortably in his seat. "Do your friends know about last night's affair? Our little night of fun? I bet they'd love to hear all about it. You don't mind if I spill your secrets, do you?"

Taehyung watches Jeongguk carefully, despite being unable to properly see his face from his spot, wanting to pry and pry until he would finally crack. It was a rare occassion that Taehyung would actually get caught after one of his late night runs, but it would have all been worth it if he gets to mess around with poor Jeongguk's brain in his overnight stay at the station.

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send a symbol - get the following from my muse ;

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send ✆ for a morning text send ♔ for an angry text send  ♠ for a drunk text send ☏ for a vague text send ⁇ for a worried text send ♣ for a text not meant for you send ✺for a sassy text send √ for a long-winded confession text send ☠ for a misguided advice text send ☢ for a desperate text send ☼ for a congratulatory text send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

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escape artist; kth x ybr

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247xbora:

( ... )

 What he really wants to do in his life? Petty crimes or something bigger? Bora can only keep these thoughts to herself. Taehyung, after all, is still going to be a little brother to him, even if she has to bail him out for petty crimes like he just did.

Taehyung had never been the type to want companionship. Ever since his major change in high school, Taehyung had become somewhat of a loner, only associating himself with a few close friends, the others purely for show or for exploitation. Being taken under Bora's wing had come suddenly, as if any other everyday occurrence. It came as a shock to them both with how easily Taehyung had given in. What was more shocking, though, was that Taehyung continued to tag along with her, speak with her, and grow close to her. Bora had become somewhat of a shining example of what he could be, and not just in the financial sense.

It was almost as though she could see right through his poor excuse of a guard, leaving Taehyung vulnerable and transparent for her eyes to see. He feels the urge to cower like a puppy being scolded, his lips even turning into a pitiful little pout. The sight was worthy of a laugh; he figured he deserved such treatment for being a nuisance on this seemingly very special night.

"You know I've tried getting into something else, something more worth my time," he argues, despite knowing full well that he put in the least amount of effort possible. "It just never sticks. I always get right back into trouble."

Still, he feels guilty for always dragging Bora out into his messes, making her pick up the pieces and clean him up. That in itself was an admirable feat, for Taehyung rarely felt guilty for any reason; Bora was seemingly the one exception. His complexion pales with the prospect of having to third-wheel on one of her dates. Would she really make him tag along?

"Honestly? If I am to be completely honest, I would rather do any of your other evil jobs than have to spend time with your love interest," Taehyung grumbles, without any sense of malice in his words. He just really, really, despised being a third-wheel. "Unless you think he could straighten me out? Since you say he's such an amazing guy, right?"

Taehyung laughs, dismissing the thought with a wave of the hand. "There's no way I'd purposefully ruin your image, even if the guy you like ends up being my mortal enemy. As for these punishments, though," he sighs out, having to face the cruel reality that was the repercussions of his actions. "I guess, the worst out of those would be... being your model for a day?" Taehyung cringes. At least with this one, he can feel a little fancy all dressed up. That, and he refused to let himself be belittled to that of a janitor or a personal bag-carrier. He had standards to uphold.

"Seriously, if you choose any of the other ones, just so I can't do the one I chose, I might cry."

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friends with the devil; kth x kjy

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247jiyong:

( ... )

Catching those three words falling from Taehyung’s lips makes his eye twitch and he has even more bad temper to muffle, and the other knows exactly what he’s doing. “Oh, I’ve been wonderful.” He answers bitterly through clenched teeth. “And you, Tae? I hope you’re not getting into any trouble lately.”

Always one to prefer handling things in a more physical manner than talking it out, Taehyung has to ball up his fists just to keep himself from 'accidentally' knocking his knuckles against that smug little face of Jiyong's. He can't stand it. What right did he have to live his life in such a way, so full of himself, like he was on some sort of pedestal? Jiyong was surely no king in Taehyung's eyes. Sure, he may have experienced a much more lavish childhood full of riches and spoils (it had to be the only explanation for such a foul personality), but that, in no way, made Jiyong worthy of anything.

A little voice at the back of Taehyung's mind speaks up, tells him that if he would just keep an open mind, he might be able to better understand the complexities of another, but he's quick to stifle the thoughts. There would be no time for sympathy today. Perhaps their next encounter would produce more favorable results.

His upper lip curls at the retort, irritated just by the very tone of Jiyong's voice, grating and mocking, like he was trying to get Taehyung worked up enough to elicit a response from the fiery-tempered male. It seemed to be working, too. Curse that man. Taehyung seethes quietly in his little bubble. If only these other passengers were gone, then he would be free to fight back. For now, though, he must control himself.

"But of course not! I would never get into any sort of a trouble," Taehyung says sweetly, putting on his best and most-practiced expression of innocence, though the grin on his face speaks otherwise. "Me, in trouble? I'm an angel, there's no way."

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in pursuit; kth x csh

@247sumin

Kim Taehyung is not, by any means, a loner. He, under many other circumstances, loves to be partnered up, working together in action movie fashion, minus the gunshots and violence (on a good day, at least). But on this night, he couldn’t be more upset. A night of fun and thievery was all he had planned; nothing could prepare him for the chase that was to come.

Teaming up with Sumin had not been by choice. It had all been a mere coincidence that they’d been in the same place, at the same time, and Taehyung never liked to leave things to chance. But with a newfound kind of moral obligation to take care of his sister, he has no choice but to play up the protective brother role.

“Hey, this way!” Taehyung hisses, gesturing with his head in an alternate direction. If this was going to become a regular thing—a dreaded thought—then she was going to have to play by his rules, and not get them into any more trouble than they already were.

He leads them down a narrow alleyway—one of his favorite getaway routes—in some kind of hope for safety. Taehyung knows the streets better than anybody else, both from carefully planned escapes, as well as lonesome strolls under the night sky.

"Listen, after we get out of this mess, I'm teaching you some basic navigation, because I'm not gonna get caught up because of your own carelessness—" he says with a sigh, words harsh but tone understanding and even a slight bit sympathetic.

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watch & learn; kth x psy

@247sooyoung

On a lazy Wednesday evening, Taehyung is doing everything in his power to behave.

Having no other responsibilities for the day, he finds himself bored, craving action and wandering like a lost pup. Morally obligated and still incredibly guilty from his previous encounter with the cops, that led to him having to call up a friend to bail him out, Taehyung must resist every urge that tells him, 'go on and snatch up that bag of chips, no one will notice.' Only the echoes of a lecture keep him from doing just that.

As he wanders down the relatively empty sidewalks, dreaming of all the things he could do and all the things he could have, he spots an unfamiliar figure, committing a very familiar crime. His skin itches, and his fingers curl; he feels compelled to approach this stranger.

Upon closer inspection, the shadowy figure belongs to that of a very impressionable young woman, whose image fits nothing of a criminal with sticky fingers. Still, Taehyung is intrigued, inching himself closer, watching for any possible insight into a sneaky theft.

But on second thought, maybe not.

Taehyung's forehead creases, and he watches on in confusion, until he reaches the point in which he feels compelled to help a poor soul in need. He lets out a sigh of disapproval, leaning against a side wall before clearing his throat to speak.

"You know, you're going to have to get better at this, unless you're trying to get in trouble."

[247jjk-blog]

red handed // jjk x kth

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247jjk:

( ... )

Disgusted at himself, Jeongguk’s facial features soured. He tried threatening the other by pointing his gun closer with his foot inching closer and his grip on the gun tighter. “Not a word, Kim,” was the best comeback he could think of right now. He was shaken with the sudden plot twist, but he had to keep his head cool to capture this son of a bitch that Jeongguk definitely slept with. “I didn’t expect to meet you again ever. Definitely didn’t expect to meet you like this. You have to do more than begging this time to let you go.”

Taehyung heaves a sigh. The sound is labored, the drag of breath over his tongue akin to that of a child's tantrum, less the dramatic screaming and yelling. As much as he would have loved to continue teasing the amateur officer, he knew that he had no real choice but to comply to his commands. Maybe next time, though he wasn't all too keen on getting caught again. This would have to be the last time; why not make the most of it? He had a few more tricks up his sleeve, and he definitely wasn't going to leave this all behind without having at least a little bit of fun first.

"Fine, fine, whatever you say!" Taehyung frowns deeply, carefully setting the precious, beautiful, stolen goods down onto the grimy concrete below. Such a shame, for such lovely pieces to be contaminated by the millions of germs on the ground, rather than safe and warm and where they belonged, in his pockets. "But only 'cause I like you, darling."

This wasn't the first time that Taehyung had run into a previous hook-up out in broad daylight, their secrets feeling exposed and out for everyone to see, but it was the first time that it seemed incredibly convenient and useful for the sake of teasing. It seemed as though this time, between the two of them, Taehyung was going to have full control. Their previous night together had no doubt been one of some combination of stress relief of boredom (in his case, at least), but it had really come to his advantage in the end.

He was fully aware of the fact that he was a horrible person, but when did that ever stop him? Why try to fix something that was already so ruined and beyond repair. Taehyung saw no point in any of it, and thus making no improvements. Life was too short, he just wanted to have some fun before it was his time to go.

"Listen, I'm not dangerous. You don't have to be so trigger-happy, babe. Do I get to know your name this time, or do I have to keep giving you some?" Taehyung questions innocently, arms still upraised as he stood and waited for his capture. "As handsome and darling as you are, I'd love to know a name. Or is it my turn to play detective and figure it out myself?"

[perrfectly]

I love going to art galleries 

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escape artist; kth x ybr

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247xbora:

( ... )

He knows that whichever he chooses to do, it isn’t going to be easy. Due to Bora’s perfectionist nature. “The next time you’re gonna steal. Make sure you’re gonna be able to bring it out. If not, buy it.” Glaring at Taehyung right away. “You can’t pick where we’ll have dinner tonight because you were in jail just a few minutes ago.”

Taehyung whines, whines loud, whines like a child. It's a real marvel, how much of a baby he really is, despite the tough image he likes to sport. And Bora knew this, took it to her advantage. Now that they were outside and alone, she was free to scold him to her heart's content.

It wasn't as though he didn't deserve it, because even Taehyung knew fully well that he deserved every bit of lecture and all of the stern looks, but rather that he didn't really mind the process, because the thrill was always worth it. He wants to say, "you don't understand," or maybe, "it's not as bad as you think," but he knows better. Speaking back to Bora, especially when she was mad enough to give him those deceivingly sweet smiles, would be like suicide. Sitting in the middle of the road with all-black clothing would be a less painful death.

"I know, I know! I should've been more careful," he sighs, cursing himself for even messing up in the first place. "I swear I'll pay you back. On my honor."

He could tell that she wasn't too angry with him, and he's thankful, although it does little to appease the guilt he was feeling for dragging Bora out at night, away from the date she had clearly been anticipating greatly. He accepts his fate of having to pay for an expensive dinner, along with one of her signature punishments. None of the options were very enticing, and he's not even sure if he could narrow it down if he tried. He would just have to take whatever punishment she deemed fit.

As he climbs into her luxurious car, he sinks into the leather seats, comforted by the darkness and the way he felt so secure. Even after a rough session full of scolding and stern looks, he feels the safest with Bora. Taehyung would trust her with his everything, and he would be forever thankful for her kindness, even after he'd caused so much trouble to her, day after day. He wonders what he did to deserve such a kindness in his life, but he would be grateful nonetheless.

"You choose the place, and I'll pay. It's all on me this time," he speaks with a grin, showing her that there was nothing more to worry about.

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red handed // jjk x kth

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247jjk:

( ... )

As soon as the chase ended up to where Jeongguk wanted them to be at, he pointed his shotgun to the criminal and young officer shouted, “Put down those stolen items, and raise your hands where I can see them.”

There was nothing more thrilling than a quick steal on the way home, just a few pretty collectibles to add to his stashes. He had meant for it to be a fast act, but it seems as though the police patrolling the area had other plans for him that night. But it would be easy enough, escaping, when he'd done it so many times before. Those poor, poor officers, always wasting their time on chasing him through the streets on a chilly summer night.

Taehyung is quick, agile, and cunning. He's explored these streets more than one could imagine, so his escape would only take a few moments. A waste of his time, really. If he'd gotten away so many times before, why bother going after him again? They should really just leave him on his way.

But then the chase is cut short. He can hear it, the squeak of footsteps to his left. Taehyung could have sworn he'd managed to lose them further back, but no worries. He could get out of this.

The chainlink fence appearing right before his eyes seems to have other plans, though. So he'd been caught. Looks like he would just have to sweet-talk his way out of this one. But the voice is unfamiliar, rougher than the rest. The tone of it makes Taehyung's head tilt in confusion.

"Now sir, you're going to have to be a little more specific," Taehyung says in a clear voice. "Did you want me to put these down, or put my hands up?"

Taehyung has never been afraid to challenge the authorities, so he has no hesitation in his innocent questioning, nor does he worry too much about turning around to face his captor (even so, he moves slowly, carefully, because he really was not trying to get shot tonight). And when his eyes adjust and he sees just who it is, his eyes widen, and lips spread into an excited grin.

"Handsome, is that you? Fancy seeing you again. Just last night wasn't enough?" Taehyung snickers at his own comment, humming a light tune. "Funny, you didn't mention anything about being a cop last night. Guess you were a little preoccupied, huh?"

Taehyung was definitely going to have fun with this.

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friends with the devil; kth x kjy

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247jiyong:

( ... )

Suddenly a person edging their way to the door lightly bumps into Jiyong that he barely steps at the man’s shoe and he can already feel a vein pumping up his temple. “May you excuse my clumsiness, Kim.” Staring straight ahead, he says wryly.

It's times like these that Taehyung considers renouncing all of his devilish ways if for the sake of avoiding such confrontation. By now, he fully believed in the beauty of karma, for why else would he be forced into such uncomfortable moments if not for the mysteries of the world? He swears, that after today, he will lead a life of purity and his best behavior.

Although, on second thought, Taehyung doesn't recall ever doing any wrong to him personally. And by that logic, it couldn't be karma, could it? Thus, he had no real reason to stop this, and why put an end to a good thing? Taehyung takes back all previous strings of thought.

And now, face to face with the filthiest man he'd ever seen, Taehyung feels absolutely disgusted. He plasters a sticky smile onto his face, trying to come off as pleasant as possible, left with no other option in the sight of the train's other passengers. If he'd had the choice, though, he would no doubt spit in the other's face, and skip off into the sunset.

"Fancy seeing you here," he says, tone thin and with much strain as he tries his very hardest to remain civil. "Out and up to no good again, Jiyong?"

His blood boils, and his fist clenches from its spot in Taehyung's pocket. Now, if it had been a later hour, and the train devoid of people, he'd gladly think up the worst of actions, just for the sick pleasure of it all, but he holds back, if just for this moment. In the future, one could only be so certain.

"I hope that you've been well, my dear friend?"

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escape artist; kth x ybr

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247xbora:

( ... )

The fine wasn’t that expensive it was around a hundred and fifty in US dollar. Bora signed the paper while the officer starts to scold Taehyung in front of her. “One more word and I can sue you for verbal abuse, officer.” Her tone was quiet and Bora took out some cash to pay for the fine against Taehyung. “Are you okay?” She asked Taehyung, then turning to the officer to check if Taehyung was free to go already. Asking him to sign the papers as well, she quietly sat there waiting. "Let’s go home, Taehyung. I have work tomorrow.” Bora tells Taehyung but he knows more than anyone that it’s just an excuse to get him alone so she can scold him.

Taehyung had always found it amusing, the way that men would ogle and stare at Bora whenever they happened to be out. In recent times, he'd grown quite used to it, with their frequent visits and close friendship. And he can see that she was more than used to it, using her charms to her advantage.

He could hear the stutters of the officer, clearly taken aback by her dazzling beauty. Taehyung has to hide a grin behind a sleeve. Been that long since you'd had some decent human interaction? he muses in his mind, snickering lightly. He sits on a nearby bench, kicking his feet back and forth like a child.

He welcomes the embrace fully, not having to pretend or put up an act just to convince the officers of their close bond. When his arms circle around her thin waist, he catches the eye of one of the other officers, who clenches his jaw at the sight. Jealous, perhaps? It brings a smirk to Taehyung's face, smug in front of the authoritative male.

He takes the scoldings with pride, not bothered in the least, knowing that he was free and protected from the grimy hands of the police, all with a smile on his face. Taehyung keeps quiet otherwise.

The process doesn't take long, and soon enough, there are a multitude of forms to be filled out. Taehyung signs the papers, would have done it in blood if it would get him out faster, but a pen would have to do. Him and Bora are outside of the station within minutes, leaving Taehyung to cower in guilt.

"I'm sorry for dragging you out like this—" he sighs, holding the back of his hand to his forehead. "I hope I hadn't disturbed your night too much?"

He's hopeful, wanting nothing more than to avoid her scolding, which would be far worse than that of any police officer.

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escape artist; kth x ybr

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247xbora:

( ... )

“You’re hurting my feelings, officer. Locking up my brother like this. You make me want to cry.” Placing a hand over her chest. she took a deep breath and so did he while he rambled about Taehyung’s ‘crime’ which she never actually listened to. She just wants to eat dinner with Tae after this because her date night was already ruined. “My brother is just an innocent child. Someone else must be behind this.” Taking up theater arts in high school pays off at moments like this. Dabbing the corners of her eyes, she sniffled softly while the officer in charge hands her tissues.

He has to mutter a quick apology before the line on the other end cuts out, leaving Taehyung to prepare himself for what was to come. Bora was somebody he had the privilege of growing close to, so he knew better than anybody else that she enjoyed the dramatics. He would never admit it, but he definitely held her in a special place in his heart, trusting her with his everything. At first, he'd been wary, reserved and skeptical of her every move. But her kindness had proved to be true, and Taehyung quickly found himself opening up (the lavish lifestyle she led was only the cherry on top.

The officers lead him back to his holding cell, where Taehyung slumps against the wall, and waits. He's sure that he won't have to wait long, and the hunch is proven true, when none other than Yoon Bora storms inside, standing tall and dressed to the nines. Taehyung tries to flash an apologetic smile in her direction, but it seemed as though she was already well-immersed into her role as the over-protective sister. He shrinks back into the corner as embarrassment settles in.

Taehyung brings his hands up to his face, palms covering the reddening tone of his skin. He can hear Bora outside and performing her best act so far, going on about how innocent he was, and how there was no way he could be found responsible for such crimes, despite essentially being caught red-handed—Taehyung would need to remember to find the snitch later.

For now, he's caught between feeling amused and feeling embarrassed by Bora's act. He laughs when they become so obviously flustered by flashes on skin and bright jewelry, the light wafts of perfume making their irises shape into hearts. He had to admit, she had a talent. One that he would be forever thankful for, if she really was successful in bailing him out. He would just have to wait it out, watching from the side. He would, no doubt, have a lot of explaining to do once he got out.

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friends with the devil; kth x kjy

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247jiyong:

( ... )

Stepping in with several other passengers, Jiyong looks around a tad carelessly before his brows furrow and his gaze returns to features too familiar. He heavily sighs and curses internally, turning his head to the opposite side as he silently prays that he and Taehyung won’t have to exchange those words soaking with fake kindness. Whenever their paths cross, both of them always have to put on that act and create the impression of good friends. And today Jiyong surely isn’t in the mood to pretend and try his best not to just lose it.

With all the might in the world, Taehyung has to resist the desire to roll his eyes just at the sight of Jiyong. Just seeing him has Taehyung's emotions all fired up, nose scrunching and eyebrows knitting together without realization. What horrible things had he done to deserve this fate? Taehyung has to shake his head to rid himself of the thought. He knows exactly what kind of trouble he'd stirred up; from now on, he'd be a saint if it meant avoiding Jiyong.

If he had to sum it up in words, the way he felt for Jiyong, a few choice ones come to mind. Annoyance? Disgust? Hatred? Taehyung doesn't know exactly if he hates the guy, because he could never pinpoint the reason for their feud, just knows that the feeling—whatever it may be—is mutual. Always has been.

He can see the distance between them shrink with each stop, people filing in and shouldering their way through, condensing the masses and forcing them closer, and closer. He would almost rather walk the entire rest of the way, than have to stay within such a short radius of the other male. Before he even gets the chance to bolt for the doors, there are more people filling the car, passengers awkwardly shuffling around to make room. Taehyung finds himself face to face with his worst enemy.

But, as a mature individual, he smiles. It's more reminiscent of a cringe, but his teeth show, and that is all that matters. Skipping the small talk, he averts his gaze, because how could he be expected to look at him for that long?

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friends with the devil; kth x kjy

@247jiyong

Like any other day, Taehyung was living his life as a normal citizen, with a cup of coffee in hand just to keep him sane. He was lucky enough to not have to report to work until the late hours of the night, so his days were relatively free. He took every opportunity to get out and explore.

He's thankful for the general emptiness of the car, no one but him and a few elderly ladies with their visors already on, ready to take on the sunshine. It makes Taehyung laugh, remembering his grandmother and the way she would scold him for playing out in the sun for too long, screaming some threats about tanning and cancer; he never listened.

His mood is sky high, up in the clouds and singing with the birds. There was no way anything could change that. That is, until the doors open, and the next stop's passengers board the train. Taehyung had been having a lovely morning thus far, but the sight of a certain somebody leaves his mouth curling into a scowl.

Taehyung and Jiyong had never gotten along, not in all the time they had known each other. He supposes that maybe, if they both play nice, they could get along. But why would either of them do that?

He can only hope that they remain as far apart as possible, otherwise there's no telling what could happen next.

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escape artist; kth x ybr

@247xbora

Getting caught was not a part of the plan. It was never a part of the plan. In fact, he had been doing a great job, it was just that the shop's owner had been in the wrong place, at the right time. Taehyung had become an expert at his art of shoplifting, perhaps he had grown too confident and comfortable in his recent success. After all, his carelessness had been his downfall in the past.

Rather than taking the punishment as a chance to change and become a better addition to society, Taehyung only views it as motivation to improve upon his craft. But first, he needed to get out.

They were only going to jail him for the night, taking pity upon the sad-looking boy with the puppy eyes. He stands in the hall for his customary phone call. And there is only one possible person who can help him.

"Hey uh," he clears his throat, trying to sound as vulnerable as possible, for mercy's sake. "I might be in jail right now? Can you help me?"