// . 𝔸ℝℝ𝕆𝔾𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝔹𝕆𝕐

[wonderlcnd]

💔 jiwook and chen - you know i had to do it to 'em

meme:  send me ‘  💔  ’ to generate the angsty way that our muses kiss.sent by: @asfaulted20. a kiss that won’t be remembered.

         chen woke up long before jiwook– the male sleeping soundly beside him. the room was cold the winter air sitting in the first snow of the season happened the day before. snow settled against the window ledge the room silent. the only filling it was the breathing of the two in the room. chen laid in the bed staring at the ceiling, the arm draped loosely over his waist. the only he stayed was before of the storm…and that stupid look jiwook had given him. falling for the sweet words and kisses that soon followed right after that look. now, he feels almost a sense of regret after everything. marks left sprawled across his pale skin leaving a semi-permanent reminder of tonight. reminding him at least for that moment he belonged with jiwook. not that it mattered in the morning…or even now. 

moving the arm from his waist, he watched the body turn over. not bothered by the fact that chen was no longer in reach of him. letting out a small sigh, the chinese male quietly made work on getting dress. grabbing his clothes and one of jiwook’s coat knowing it would be freezing once he stepped into the dead of night in winter. pockets pat down he made sure to grab everything of his. leaving no reason to come back…leaving no real reminder that he had even been here. fixing his messy hair in the mirror he watched jiwook’s sleeping frame. the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. completely blind to the fake for the first time ever chen was leaving him. leaving him to wake up and question if this had ever happened. question if last night had been real. by his side chen leaned in close, fingers brushing his fringe from jiwook’s eyes. 

    “see you…” he mumbles, pressing a short and gentle kiss to his cheek. this might have been the most gentle act ever between the two of them. despite all of that, jiwook wouldn’t even know it happened. jiwook won’t even know that chen had been so carign and gentle with him. he presses one more kiss against his lips. pulling the blanket back over his unclothes frame. chen left quielty, doors shutting behind him and locking the main door as he left out. in the winter air chen felt like he could finally breathe out. his back leaned against the building wall as he collected himself. leaving jiwook like that had been hard for him. yet he knew it was something he had to do. shaking his head he grathered himself walking down the sidewalk. knowing it wouldn’t be that long of walk until he got home to an empty apartment. 

[wonderlcnd]

“there’s no reason for you to be jealous.” :')))) sons~

meme: reverse jealous / possessive meme sent by: @asfaulted

       had nothing to be jealous of? yeah– that’s a lie and chen knows it. the male feels himself getting up. the only reason he showed up was for jiwook. now, he’s stuck watching these people flirt with him. he can’t say stop– he can’t say anything because technically they aren’t together. he has nothing to be jealous. he holds no real title over jiwook. 

hearing the light heartedness in his voice his eyes rolled. knowing if this had been role reversed jiwook would be in a fight by now. yet, he can’t bring himself to say anything to the person throwing themselves at his ‘not boyfriend.’ a hand runs through his hair, throwing his drink. chen knows if this was how jiwook would be…that he could also play this game.

   “whatever! i don’t care– i’m going home i’ve got better shit to do.” he snapped, eyes rolling as he looked at the other pair. now the male remembered why he didn’t go out with jiwook like this. there was always someone who knew jiwook. someone who either wanted him or already had him.  at this point he was over it. “i have other things i need to do.” a lie but he wouldn’t tell either one of them differently. “call me– or don’t i don’t care.” with those words, chen is shoving past the pair storming out. 

[asfaulted-archived]

&&. (   iridescnt‌ ---

Ah, good. More kisses. More of that warm sensation. Soft and hot. Jimin’s lips against his. It makes Kyungsoo break out into an easy grin that pulls right across his plush mouth despite Jimin’s lips being pressed against his, his eyes crinkling into happy crescents as he leans his weight into the taller boy. “You know– how pretty?” He manages as he climbs down from the counter, “I mean, how pretty you are. Your eyes,” He’s about to go off on a slow rant as he teeters along after Jimin, clutching onto his hand in a desperate attempt to keep himself held down to earth. “And your hands..” Kyungsoo tacks on, the room spinning around them. The only steady thing in his line of sight is Jimin. Again, he’s staring at the back of that slender neck– the soft baby hairs, the pale skin. He wants to nuzzle it.

God. It’s cold outside. Kyungsoo ends up huddling down in his hoodie, brow furrowing as he curls into Jimin’s side, but the way Jimin’s laugh sounds has him smiling like a fool again. “Home!” He barks the word out happily, popping along on the sidewalk as he pulls the other along with him. He nearly stumbles, but thankfully the hold he has on Jimin’s hand keeps him steady. “My pops is outta town for the weekend, hmn– we can do whatever we want.”

nothing kyungsoo says really REGISTERS in jimin’s brain. pretty. you. hands. you. pretty. eyes. pretty. pretty. pretty. jimin can’t help but just laugh and kiss kyungsoo’s cheek, rubs his thumb over kyungsoo’s soft, flushed cheek before pulling kyungsoo close. he runs his fingers through kyungsoo’s hair.       ❛   you’re pretty. you’re fuck as drunk, baby!  ❜     he yells, watches their breath cloud up under the street lights.

he follows kyungsoo down the street, lets kyungsoo drag them wherever they go. home. his home. his home is empty--oh... jimin needs to be home for jiwook... ah... jiwook can handle himself for one night, right?        ❛   okay--let’s go to your house. YOURS... hmm... can watch movies and eat junk food.  ❜    

[kamikoy]

BAEKHYUN : 〈TEMPO〉 Concept Short Film

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&&. (   iridescnt‌ ---

It’s their first kiss, and it’s a shame Kyungsoo isn’t gonna remember it. He’s not going to remember the way Jimin’s tongue slips and curls against his, or the way Jimin boosts him up onto the kitchen counter. Not gonna remember the way he hugs his thighs around Jimin, sucks on his bottom lip, nibbles at them, nudges their noses together. Jimin says something that makes him just.. Give this little groan, and he’s peeking his eyes open, cupping the other boy’s face. His vision is fuzzy when he opens his eyes. Jimin is bathed in the warm lighting of the kitchen and it makes the young painter kiss him again, harder, needier, his front pressing and nestling against the taller’s. He’s starting to feel warm.

“What do I do to you..?” Kyungsoo’s voice is soft, a little clumsy, it’s obvious he’s still feeling heady, dizzy with drink and kisses. His hands skirt under Jimin’s sweater, fingertips brushing against the warm skin at the waistband of his jeans. “You can show me,” He mumbles, kissing against Jimin’s mouth again– their lips are kiss-swollen, tingling. “We can go home..”

Home being, his own house. Thank goodness for the business trip his dad’s been forced to go on, leaving an entire apartment vacant for Kyungsoo to use as he pleases. Even if they weren’t sloppy drunk and rutting into each other like attention-starved animals, he’s sure Jimin would be coming over anyways.

jimin doesn’t like to get CAUGHT UP on firsts--but he does think there’s a significance in the way that their first kiss together sparks fires in his chest. there’s a thought in the back of his mind that knows for sure that kyungsoo won’t remember this in the morning, and jimin’s addled brain hasn’t figured out what he’s going to do about that tomorrow and following. his hands rub up and down kyungsoo’s thighs, thumbs just barely brushing into his inner thighs.

kyungsoo’s voice is small and slurred, soft--and jimin wishes he knew how to swallow a sound because he’s sure kyungsoo’s voice would taste like sugar.       ❛   baby----  ❜     jimin’s train of thought is dismantled when he feels kyungsoo’s fingers underneath his shirt. fuck, he’s drunk--but he’s not drunk enough to know that kyungsoo’s not in his right mind. jimin grabs kyungsoo’s hand, holds it tightly as he leans in for another kiss, whispers against his lips,       ❛   let’s get outta here, darling. wanna take you somewhere else.  ❜    

he’s pulling kyungsoo out of the kitchen, AVOIDS the living room where all the girls who had caught him before are gathered, and sneaks kyungsoo out of the house, successfully pulling kyungsoo out into the night and laughing. the air is cold but their cheeks are warm.       ❛   that party sucked anyways--where you wanna go?  ❜    

[asfaulted-archived]

&&. (   trcpicalnights‌ ---

       he’s always a needy person. craving affection, craving to give affection but when he’s with jiwook he becomes this needy person. begging and craving to give the other male everything he wants and need. he wants to give jiwook everything, his all no matter what it was. as they kiss again a needy whine escaped him. wanting to chase after another kiss but he has other things to do with his mouth.     

     he doesn’t hesitate. no, he indulges himself right away. his hot mouth wrapped around the male as he moves his head at a quick and steady pace. moans escaping him as he takes jiwook further into his mouth and down his throat. chen has something to prove, he has to prove that he can make the other male feel all sorts of things. when the other guide him he doesn’t object to anything. allowing jiwook to fuck his mouth with no effort, his jaw going slack his eyes focused on the male. all he thinks about is being good. giving jiwook everything he wants and needs. with the male fucking his mouth he let out moan after moan. 

perhaps they’re both similar in that way--NEEDY,  craving affection but never asking for it, begging for attention but too shy to receive it well. but chen is a natural in giving and receiving, naturally bends to jiwook’s wants and needs, naturally splays himself out and lets jiwook pick and choose the best bits of him. he’s too willing to be dragged to hell by jiwook. 

jiwook almost immediately groans when chen puts his mouth on him, gets his length down his throat and really has a good time with jiwook’s dick. the most jiwook can really do is just pet his hair, run his fingers through the strands and whisper, “good boy, good boy--” because that’s all his brain can really come up with. it’s when the heat finally builds up that jiwook’s bucking into chen’s mouth, trying not to thrust too hard as he uses his pretty throat, watches chen take him in so easy and willingly. what did jiwook do to DESERVE him? 

    ❛   baby...  ❜     he breathes, pulls out and lets chen breathe. he kisses chen hard, pulls him up onto the couch and into his lap.      ❛   want you to ride me--  ❜    

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&&. (   iridescnt‌ ---

Jimin’s arms feel good around him– and he likes the way the other boy hooks his chin over his shoulder. He wants to sink his weight against Jimin, lean back against him– but he doesn’t. “I guess you’re right, but I swear some of them were yummy..” Kyungsoo argues lightly, head lolling to the side as Jimin’s face nuzzles into his soft skin, his lashes falling shut. Head still feels swimmy. But every touch Jimin spoils him with is making him feel needy– before he’s promptly taken off guard when firm hands grip his hips and turn him around, the edge of the counter digging into his lower back as Jimin presses in on him. He can feel the other boy’s breath on his lips, and his deep brown eyes are lingering on Jimin’s curiously, dumb, drunk. Why does Jimin sound so… Sultry right now? Voice low, almost like a purr.

Sober Kyungsoo would never do what drunk Kyungsoo is about to do. If you asked sober Kyungsoo what drunk Kyungsoo is like, sober Kyungsoo would simply say ‘Never met him, no idea.’ Simply put, he kisses his best friend.

If you can even call it that. What actually happens is a sloppy smear of his plush lips against Jimin’s– and a warm tongue prying past the seam of the other’s tiers just so Kyungsoo can get a good and deep taste of everything Jimin had been drinking tonight. A soft smacking noise is heard between them as his kiss turns a little more needy– realizing how nice Jimin’s mouth feels, realizing that he could probably do this all night if the other boy would let him. This is good. Pretty damn good.

he’s so stiff. why’s he always so RIGID? jimin needs to get more drinks into kyungsoo, or at least get him to relax. it’s no fun when kyungsoo’s all tense like this--but the softness comes through when kyungsoo nuzzles into jimin’s skin, and jimin runs his fingers through kyungsoo’s hair.     ❛   you have bad taste in alcohol then,  ❜     jimin says, as if he’s some C O N N O I S S E U R  and doesn’t also just down the first alcoholic drink he sees. jimin’s taste buds for alcohol aren’t even sophisticated. 

front-to-front, face-to-face, jimin giggles, thinks kyungsoo looks adorable--like a deer in the headlights, but he’s got an air about him that’s slightly... less adorable, something more sexy and desirable. must be the alcohol talking. 

the way kyungsoo presses their lips together is SLOPPY, but jimin wouldn’t have done any better. he pushes kyungsoo against the counter, traps him there as if kyungsoo will run away. it’s all teeth and tongue, very little lip--and jimin sighs at the way kyungsoo tastes, didn’t realize he tasted like mango vodka and rum, but he’s okay with the combination, he supposes, if that means he gets to kiss kyungsoo more. without thinking, jimin grabs kyungsoo by the thighs and hoists him up onto the counter so that he can be more comfortable, stands between his legs as he continues to kiss him.      ❛   you.... you DO things to me, soo...  ❜    

[asfaulted-archived]

&&. (   trcpicalnights‌ ---

with his shirt off his thoughts focused on jiwook. he didn’t want to think about anything else. only worried about the way the cold hands worked against his hot body. a whine escaped the male as he presses into the touch of the cold hands. “please, jiwook.” he whined, though he isn’t sure what he is begging for. he just knows he has missed being touched like this by jiwook.

he clings to the male, pulling him closer needing him. chen always enjoyed the moments like this because they didn’t’ come often. hell, he craved these moments the most from jiwook. as lips press to his shoulder and down his neck a whine escaped him. leaning into the hand that ran through his hair. “ye– yeah okay.” he didn’t need to be told a second time to get to the ground. he would eagerly give the other what he wanted. on his knees the male’s hands run up jiwook’s thigh tugging his jeans and boxers down with ease. “don’t worry— i will make this up to you.” he promises, lips pressing along his hips his hand wrapped around his hard member giving it a few pumps. letting his mouth wrap around the other male, his tongue running along the vein. down at the base the male let out a long low moan. his eyes locked on jiwook before he foudn a steady pace.

   chen is pretty. he’s so pretty like this, all lovely on his knees and WHINING. god, jiwook’s missed chen, missed seeing him like this, missed playing with him and holding him. jiwook runs his hands through chen’s hair again, leans down and kisses him again, just because he loves it. he’s so clingy, so needy. perhaps they’re similar in that aspect. 

     jiwook holds his breath as chen eagerly tugs jiwook out of his jeans. there’s no hesitation when chen wraps his hand around him, puts his mouth on him. it’s hot and wet, and jiwook’s missed it--can’t even remember the last time chen gave him a blowjob. jiwook’s head tips back against the couch, eyes rolling back at the pleasure.     ❛   oh my god--yes... yeah...  ❜     he moans, gently canting his hips into chen’s mouth, guiding him. god... maybe he might ask chen if he can fuck his mouth too.

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&&. (   trcpicalnights‌ ---

right now, he didn’t want to think about who was to blame. he didn’t want to think about how he had messed up everything. who should be blaming who? chen should blame jiwook but he blames himself. truthfully, it didn’t matter because he wanted them to be okay. even if they never talked about this again he wants them to be okay. chen wants them not to lose what they’ve built. 

           hiss body shivered when he heard him. “are you?” he questioned, hi a moan escaping him when their hips met. his fingers clutched tighter on the male. a whine escaping him as he nods his head. “fuck me, show me that i’m yours.” he says, as he nodded his head. he knows that jiwook can maele him feel good. god, he wants it because it has felt like forever. “show me i’m yours and no one else should touch me.” 

they’re not going to THINK about it--because this isn’t going to HAPPEN again. jiwook manages to get chen’s shirt off quickly, throws it to the ground as he kisses his neck, nipping and biting, leaving dark spots here and there on his pale skin. jiwook wishes his hands were warmer, knows that they probably feel like ice on chen’s hot skin. 

he smiles as chen clings to him tightly, eagerly presses himself against chen. jiwook kisses his shoulder, kisses down his chest. he runs his fingers through chen’s hair and tugs slightly.    ❛   get on your knees, baby--ON THE FLOOR,   ❜     he orders, gets off of chen so that they can readjust. he pulls his own shirt off and begins unbuckling his jeans.    ❛   i’m not doing all the work tonight, and you have to make this up to me.  ❜    

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&&. (   iridescnt‌ ---

Kyungsoo thinks he hears Jimin call about finding more people– but Kyungsoo doesn’t want to find more people. He just wants time with Jimin. His steps are trying to get clumsy, but he won’t let them– he doesn’t want to accept that he might be a lightweight. 

He feels relieved when they make it into the kitchen because it’s empty, and the music is just a bit quieter, the lighting is less offensive. “We don’t need your other friends,” The painter insists, a lopsided smile pulling at his full lips as he lets go of the other’s hand in order to sift through bottles, trying to find anything that’s got a little liquor left in it. “I want to, um.. I wanted to make this drink that this girl gave me when we got here, but.. Ugh, everything is empty.” He purses his lips as he realizes his defeat, sinking back against the edge of the counter as he tries to think of an alternative. There’s also the subject burning in the pit of his tummy now, too– and that’d be the discomfort he felt while watching that girl grind herself onto Jimin’s lap. Why’s it always Jimin? Why do girls like him so much? And it comes out of his mouth.

“Why do girls like you so much? Why can’t you be a loser like me?” He grumbles, picking at the fabric of his pullover hoodie. “Y'know what would be better, is if nobody ever bothered us, ‘n then I’d get all your attention,” Maybe he doesn’t realize how strange his word choice is, but Kyungsoo doesn’t exactly care. His gaze moves from Jimin’s sneakers up to that puppydog looking face, and he sighs. “… M'kay, I think he get why girls like you so much.”

they’re both REALLY CLUMSY as they run into the kitchen. it’s cooler in the kitchen, probably because it’s devoid of people, and jimin’s glad for the s o l i t u d e. he didn’t expect this party to be so big, but considering it was an open invite, perhaps he should’ve expected it. 

jimin laughs for no reason, pushes a hand through his hair as he watches kyungsoo look through the bottles. he comes around kyungsoo’s back and wraps his arms around him, rests his chin on his shoulder.     ❛   they’re empty, BABY~ that happens at parties. shit--those girls don’t know how to mix drinks at all. everything tastes like shit and they put too much ice and all the ratios are off. it’s fucking disgusting,  ❜     he mutters, nuzzles his face into kyungsoo’s neck. 

kyungsoo’s next words make him blank for a second, make him think. maybe it’s the alcohol, but he doesn’t quite understand who kyungsoo is talking to even though there’s only two of them here. jimin spins kyungsoo around, pins him against the counter.     ❛   have it,  ❜    he says.     ❛   you have all my attention right here, right now. i don’t give a shit about those girls. i came here with you.  ❜    

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&&. (   trcpicalnights‌ ---

     chen feels so guilty and he doesn’t know why. he wants to blame jiwook for what happened because he always left. he would be gone and leave chen alone for weeks, months and not think twice. truthfully, chen blames himself because he had been weak in a moment and so fucking alone it sucked. he was ready to spew out apologizes and beg jiwook to forgive him. to ask him not to hold it against him because it hadn’t happened since.

     when he was grabbed by his thighs and pulled back into his lap. chen was a bit shocked his eyes on the other male. he has no time to react when he’s being kissed. his fingers curled in jiwook’s shirt as he kisses his back. a shiver running over his bbody when he feels the hand sliding underneath his shirt. 

    hearing the words his breath hitched some. “e–everywhere.” he means it, the other guy had managed to make chen puddy in his hands. 

jiwook will let chen BLAME him. that’s fine. it’s usually his fault anyways. jiwook thinks it’s his fault, so why not let chen think so too? but right now isn’t about blame. jiwook just wants to be with chen, to make up for those months that made chen feel like he needed to go to someone else. 

    ❛   i’m gonna fuck you,  ❜     jiwook whispers against his lips. he grinds his hips against chen’s, nips at his jawline as he keeps talking, hands underneath chen’s shirt trying to get it off of him.       ❛   i’m gonna fuck you TEN TIMES BETTER than that guy. because you’re mine. i should be the one making you feel good, okay?  ❜    

[sefuns]

🎒 Baekhyunee is ready for school ✧ 180905 SM Super Idol League (PUBG)

[asfaulted-archived]

&&. (   trcpicalnights‌ ;;

     it was a drunken mistake when chen was in one of his most vulnerable places. when it happened he regretted it but jiwook had been gone for so long. he had gotten an overwhelming sense of being alone and needed something– someone to be there for him. after it happened he didn’t talk about it or tell anyone what happened. hell, the male wanted to lie and say it didn’t happen. he just knows if he lied about it that things would be worse for them both.

      when he moved from the male’s lap a sigh escaped chen. his heart beating hard as he feels himself getting sick. his eyes are locked on his hands as he stared anywhere besides jiwook. 

      “it was drunken mistake jiwook– it happened months ago.” chen had been in a place where he felt like he had lost everything. he didn’t know how to act and so he acted out like a child. hearing his words the male eyes are locked on his hand. “i– no, you don’t know them.” hell, chen knew them but they were a kid from his class. some random guy he doesn’t even speak to now. “i was alone jiwook– so fucking alone and i never meant for it to happen.” he had been a very vulnerable place when it happened.

       there’s a lot of emotions going through jiwook right now: anger, annoyance, betrayal, sadness. for the most part, he blames himself--knows that chen wouldn’t last without him like this, knows it was his fault for being away for so long. doesn’t excuse the fact that chen’s done it, but maybe jiwook’s a little bit okay with it--just as long as it doesn’t happen AGAIN. 

       jiwook suddenly grabs chen by the thighs, pulls him back into his lap and wraps a hand around the back of his neck. he kisses chen hard, a hand sliding up underneath his shirt and feeling his soft skin, supple, smooth. 

        their foreheads pressed together, he asks,     ❛   where’d he TOUCH you?  ❜     

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&&. (   trcpicalnights‌ ;;

          stupid jiwook and his stupid questions. his heart is pounding hard in his chest because he doesn’t want to answer this. he would much rather be doing anything besides answering questions like did he sleep with someone. does he spend his time with other people…it’s not a question he feels ready to answer. his fingers curled in his shirt as he looked at the other male shaking his head.  it would be a lie to say he didn’t but he feels lying might be best. “i–” he almost freezes as he looked at the other male. he wants to say no he didn’t but what if lies and gets caught that would be worse.

     "does it matter?“ he finally asked. his heart still beating hard in his chest as his dark hues stay on the other. he wants jiwook to say it doesn’t matter because he would feel less guilty. chen never thought he would feel this bad about sleeping with someone else.

    chen is jiwook’s. and jiwook is chen’s. that’s how it’s been for months now, years. jiwook’s jaw clenches, pushes chen slightly off his waist so that he can sit up properly. he can’t even look at chen, tries to think of chen with other people, other boys, other girls. 

             HE HATES IT. 

                       he hates the idea of it. jiwook hasn’t touched anyone else. even after these weeks and months, he’s only been with chen, and yet chen...

    ❛   you really did... didn’t you?  ❜     jiwook says, finally looks at chen, finally feels the betrayal sink into his bones. it shouldn’t matter. jiwook thinks it shouldn’t matter because sex is just sex, different from heart and emotions--but they’re so closely tied together. how can jiwook not equate them.      ❛   do i KNOW them?  ❜    

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          this is not a question chen was willing to answer right now…in this moment…while they are doing this. the male knows jiwook doesn’t want to know the answer. truthfully, chen isn’t sure if he should give it or not. instead of answering the question he leaned forward capturing jiwook’s lip in another kiss. he was taking the chance of refusing to answer this question. both of know that if he answered it would end in some sort fight, disagreement and he doesn’t want that. his hands tangling in jiwook’s dark hair as he pulled their bodies closer together. his teeth nipping on the male’s lower lip, his hips rolling against the other. for once, chen is willing to lie to jiwook to spare both of them. hands slowly trail from his hand, down his chest lips still working against jiwook’s. 

@trcpicalnights // cont. 

    he had said it to be PLAYFUL, not as much curious where chen learned it from but rather a praise, but from the way that chen seemed to TENSE, the way he suddenly kissed jiwook as if to stop him from asking any other questions--it’s off, and jiwook feels it. he’s a master at lying. he can see when chen is holding back on something. jiwook gasps when chen pulls their bodies closer together, wants to let this continue, wants to just... let them have a good night together, but jiwook breathes,     ❛   did you... SLEEP with someone else?  ❜     

      C H E A T.

             the word jiwook wants to use is C H E A T, but he can’t quite say that when he’s the one leaving chen for weeks and months at a time.

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&&. (   iridescnt‌ ---

If you place an introvert in the middle of an uncomfortable social scenario, what’s the introvert likely to do? The answer depends— mostly on whether or not alcohol is involved. And in this case, it is accessible, because it’s a house party, and Kyungsoo is being guided into it by a firm (but very soft) hand. It belongs to Jimin. Soo’s doe eyes are trained on the nape of the other boy’s neck, and when Jimin lets him go in favor of getting swallowed up by a group of girls that recognize him, he’s left to his own devices. The discomfort isn’t evident on the young artist’s face— not even as he retreats to the large luxury kitchen where there are bottles and red plastic cups scattered, where the music is just a little bit muffled thanks to the walls and doors disconnecting the rooms. There’s a girl he recognizes from highschool, she’s already wasted, but she’s offering him a too-full cup that’s dribbling over with some mix of ice, rum, and neon colored juice. Kyungsoo shrugs and takes it. 

The first drink is followed by two more and eventually accompanied by shots and before he knows it, the awkward feeling in the boy’s rib cage subsides. It’s replaced with something else entirely. Namely, jealousy. No— Jealousy, with a capital J, because that’s what the nineteen year old is feeling as he watches Jimin from across the room with some girl on his lap, slender fingers squeezing around her hips, and— 

 “Come to the kitchen with me,” Soo insists, ignoring the defiant look on the girl’s face as he pulls at his best friend’s hand, as if he’s trying to pry Jimin out from under her. His head feels swimmy, but in a good way. He wants another cup of that bright colored stuff he was given when he got here. He’s positive Jimin would like it too— that is, unless he’s already had some, but Kyungsoo doesn’t care. They could both have more.

@asfaulted 

perhaps jimin REGRETS coming to this party just a little bit, if only because too many people here know him--then again... anywhere he goes, too many people know him. he blames his sociable nature, his need to talk, his needs to connect and communicate, yet he managed to bring the least sociable, connectable, communicable boy with him. he holds tightly onto kyungsoo’s hand, tries not to let go, but he’s pulled into a throng of girls the moment he steps into the house.

drinks are SHOVED into his hands, and out of courtesy, of course he drinks it. he drinks drink after drink, all fruity and too sweet, all a little bit watered down and definitely not his style, but he drinks it and smiles at the girls because girls are soft and supple, and jimin doesn’t want to hurt their feelings--especially when one of the girls starts to get too into the music, pushes him against a desk and moves her hips D A N G E R O U S L Y  close to his.

he’s the most relieved when kyungsoo grips his hand and forces him to go to the kitchen with him, smiles brightly at kyungsoo and eagerly trails after him--what a sweet boy. 

    ❛   hey, hey! we should find my other friends!  ❜     jimin shouts over the music, stands a little bit to close to kyungsoo to make sure he can hear him.

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Are you ever so sad that you can actually feel your heart ache.

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