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@arctao
Wanna fight?
Ooooh, I see I see. -a playful grin grows on his lips as he plops down to sit next to you, placing the paper bag on his lap; after a moment of digging he pulls out a carton of french fries, taking two of them in his fingertips before offering them for your lips- Say "aaaah~".
God, I love fries. Thank you. Thank you so much for this. {` his hands move to rest in his lap before his smile breaks, his mouth opening wide while he leans closer to you.Ā
You have a point, because I would need to move with Yankee. I'm not sure if he would like that. -he allows a soft hum leave his lips as he steps closer to the sofa, cocking up a brow- Are you reaching for the food or am I dreaming, are you calling me in for a hug?
{` at this point, he looks up at you, sitting up into proper position before his hand moves to pat the spot next to him; he wears a smile, although the reason for it is unclear, whether it's the nostalgia of seeing you, his embarrassment, the promise of food, or perhaps a mixture of all three components. } If you feed me some fries I'll give you the best hug I've ever given in my life. {` he raises his eyebrows teasingly, his arms stretching out in front of him. } I've been practicing.Ā
BUT I CAN'T HELP LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER ā TAO&JUNHYUNG
i always feel like, somebodyās watching me⦠[ x ]
Itās a feeling he canāt quite shake as of late - as if a million eyes are boring into his back, watching his every move, when really there are none. With every turn, every swerve, every movement forwards and back - Junhyung still has that undeniable sense that someoneās been watching him like their own personal reality show.Ā
The first niggling notion of such an idea came to him when he was walking down the street. There was no purpose in his steps, just the sound of rubber soles hitting the cold pavement in the air of Seoulās Winter chill and the distant sound of a shutter closing off. The next came whilst he was in the Seoul Museum of Art - an exhibition by Lee Bul was what called him there - and amidst the somewhat extravagant masterpieces of theĀ sculptorāsĀ fine hand, Junhyung was well aware of the footsteps behind him that he soon found belonged to a bodiless presence.Ā
As of late heās both unfazed and anxious all at once. Enough people out there would love to have his head on a silver platter - stealing doesnāt only rake in the money, it brings in the enemies too. And Junhyungās fully aware he has his fair share, more than the average Joe - though ask him to pick them out of a line up and he wouldnāt be able to tell you. Most barely have a name and a face he can associate with.Ā
But it doesnāt stop him plucking artwork like magpies snatching all that glitters. Itād be ever so foolish - donāt see idols hanging up their microphones because of netizens talking shit; donāt see Junhyung giving back artwork because heās had a change of heart. Everyoneās actions hold both good and bad - his more so bad than good - and a couple pissed off individuals are hardly going to make him play with his conscience.Ā
Pulling down the cheap wolf mask over his face - the thief twiddles with the lock to the small, rather unknown art gallery in the heart of Apgujeong. Fifteen thousand dollars worth of artwork guarded by a five dollar lock. How convenient. So with one last look over his shoulder, Junhyung expects the inevitable anticlimax that heās repeatedly been met with.Ā
Nothingness.
"Finally you do something."
Immediately, Tao regrets muttering the inevitable words that, although silent, could potentially be the downfall to the slyness he'd been able to maintain the whole day. Ever since the sun had risen, with an attractive sum of money as his drive, the young man had been searching, following, and stalking the now disguised stranger, taking silent pictures every so often to fully document his odd routine. Although the man who'd given him the task had been suspicious, perhaps even menacing, the promise of payment had been the defining factor for his acceptance--after all, who wouldn't want easy money?
Of course that had only been the momentary description: easy. What he didn't find out until later was that he'd be following a stranger around, an apparent professional criminal at that, trying not to be seen and without any protection. At that point, though, Tao had been in a small room with enough guards around for him to continue with his initial decision; he'd do it, but with a raised price. The money wasn't the only thing that appealed to him. There was a cinematic tint to everything: the smoking boss, the shades-wearing guards, the file handed to him, the notorious art thief. If everything went the way it should be, then in the end he'd be the main character--destined for the glory that came with capturing such prized head.
That's how his mentality had begun in the morning, his body excited for the task he'd romanticized for hours before sleeping, but as the day dragged on with the thief doing nothing but wasting both of their time, the glamour of it all had soon faded into a tiny, weak glint. For hours he'd contemplated giving up and letting the man live his bland, art viewing life without a random citizen following after him. It was in those times where he'd have to consider the money as well as the price of failure; one would cost him more than the other. So in the end he'd continued to be a shadow, nothing more than an echo of the man in front of him, until finally he'd decided to live up to his title of thief and criminal, and with a few clicks of his camera, Tao had captured enough for it to be incriminating, although 'enough' was a matter of opinion.
He waits, watches, excitement returning to dance in his eyes. Tao didn't just want to capture the moment, he wanted to see it happen from the inside, to sate his curiosity of knowing exactly how a single man could pull off an operation that would in the end cost thousands, tears, anger. With two hands the man was capable of igniting a storm, and Tao would be a fool if he didn't take pictures of the action he'd only be able to see once in a lifetime.
Untitled by Kyle ThompsonĀ (for series Ghost Town)
-he steps in with a bag of McDonald's- Let me move in with you. I mean-- -he coughs to clear his throat- I brought food.
{` lounges around the couch. } It'd make more sense forĀ meĀ to move in at your place. {` holds his hand out for the food. } Thanks, Han, I was pretty hungry.
-he attempts to seduce you with his amazing moves-
{` he attempts not to laugh. } Beautiful.
{'He mews quietly, lightly pulling at the sleeve of your shirt.}
{` he looks around for a second before his gaze falls on you, his eyes blinking a few times. } Hello?Ā
Orange
OrangeĀ - I want to get to know you.
Then get to know me you will, Jaewook. Just don't regret this wish!
Green.
GreenĀ - I donāt like you.
Is this because I spread your nudes?
Beige
BeigeĀ - I donāt know you at all.
Woah, that actually kind of hurts, Min Yoongi.
jaewk replied to your post ā[text] Hey. 183 centimeters of perfection.ā
[text] Of course you can. Our perfection and height is something we have in common. We should meet up again, haven't met a somewhat daring person like you in quite a while. Just don't bring the watergun, we're not in runningman for Christ's sake.
[Ā ā to: jae ] I think you're just looking in all the wrong places. Well, it's the closest thing I'll get to runningman, so don't blame me if I bring one in my pocket. Where should we meet up, perfection?
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