Sweet, Sweet Rage

Bipolar Disorder; noun: a mental disorder marked by alternating periods of elation and depression. † AU † Literate † Para Friendly † 18+ † *I do not own any of the gifs/icons used unless stated otherwise*

[asian]

stop being cute if you’re not gonna like me back

[chxnyeoll]

♮

His eyes widen in surprise, turning his head to look back at who had hugged him. "U-Uh.. Who are you? I don't think I'm the person you thought I was.." He pried the strangers arms from his waist, blinking. "Sorry."

[naruto-roleplayers-den-deactiva]

Send me a ♮ for my muse's reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine's waist.

[kawaiihyuk-blog]

that is a true struggle

[chxnyeoll]

so much frustration ;;

[joonguar]

Jaejoong finds himself rather bemused by the other telling him how to wash out his own shirt, a confused quirk set to his lips as his cigarette wiggles between them. He thinks to himself though that it only means he must be looking pretty good right now, able to look young enough to be told how to wash something out. 

Leaving his shirt to dry out, Jaejoong readily caught the one tossed at him, putting it over his head and letting it settle onto his body before sitting down on the pull out couch, taking his smoke from his mouth and relaxing as he exhales lightly. He studies the bar’s owner, and mimes along a drink and a drug being poured into it while he speaks his thoughts.

"Think maybe someone drugged you? You got the wrong drink maybe? Cause what were you doing out in that alley? I mean, you don’t like cats, so…" 

Smoothing a hand through his hair, Jaejoong lightly rubbed at his own scalp, as if the other’s pain was getting to him unconsciously. 

[chxnyeoll]

"I doubt that. I don't drink while on the job. And if I do, it's only the alcohol stashed away in here. But, like I said, I don't remember shit." He shrugged, moving off the chair and onto the couch, laying down so his legs were slung over the other's lap. At this point he didn't really care if the man was uncomfortable with it. He just wanted to rest. If the other didn't like it, he could move himself. 

"Don't ask me. I have no fucking clue why I was out there. Hell, I didn't even know there was a cat." He brought two fingers up to rub his temples in small slow circles as he tried to think. "Why were you behind my bar anyways? Just to feed a cat? You know, I could have called the police for trespassing on my property. You're lucky I'm so nice."

[joonguar]

Jaejoong gladly takes the offered smoke, never having been particularly picky about brands, digging his lighter out of his pants’ pocket, leaving him occupied for a moment. His brows furrow gently when the bartender asks about why he fell, but he thought at was kind of obvious, being startled by the fact that the deserted alley had someone else passed out in it apparently. He figures he should have been the on to ask the guy if he was alright first. 

Without being given a real chance to answer though, or perhaps simply not quickly jumping on his opening, Jaejoong frowns at seeing the man looking rather unwell. His lips turn up though at the offer of the new shirt, because although he’s fond of most all his clothes, he’d like a change of his top for now at least. 

"Hmm you don’t have a cat then? Its what you feed them you know? Canned food, they like anything that smells awful, truly," he says with a smokey grin, following after the guy, he’s already pulling his shirt up over his head before they’re even inside. 

Once indoors though Jaejoong’s eyes wander about the place, noting how it looks quite lived in, in the office, which he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t the best of bars sure, but to live where you worked? Not Jaejoong’s style. 

"I’m going to wash this," he says, holding his shirt out, dangling on a finger, never minding the fact that he’s shirtless now as he heads back for a sink he saw in a part of the bar that wouldn’t be accessible to regular patrons, knowing a little dish soap wouldn’t hurt the fabric. He’ll come back to retrieve himself a new shirt once he’s got that done with. 

[chxnyeoll]

Chanyeol let out a light chuckle when he sees the man taking his shirt off as he walks in. Looking through his wardrobe, he pulls out a black v-neck, tossing it onto the couch for the man to put on when he was ready. He sat down at his desk, spinning in his chair to amuse himself while he waited. "I hate tuna. I don't know how cats can eat that shit. I'd throw up. Even just the smell makes me gag." He shivered slightly at the thought.

"Make sure to wash with really hot water, okay? Or else the smell might stay and you'd have to be cleaning my vomit off of your shirt as well." He laughed, leaning back in his chair to look up at the ceiling with a long exaggerated sigh. 

The throbbing in his head was driving him nuts. He couldn't take it anymore. Though it's been so long since he's taken a pill, he knew he needed one now. Reaching into his desk, he grabbed a bottle of pain pills, taking two out into his palm before grabbing a cold beer from his mini fridge. 

He opened the top of the beer bottle before filling his mouth with the bitter liquid and tossing the pills into the mixture. It was hard to swallow since the pills were so big and he wasn't used to it, making him cough a few times before his throat was clear, sore, but clear.

Once the man had come back from washing the shirt, Chanyeol rolled the shirt up into a ball and tossed the v-neck at him. He reached for his ash tray and put out his cigarette, closing his eyes as he waited for the pills to kick in. "Fuck this hurts.. I usually never get drunk. I'm not really a lightweight.. I must have had something pretty damn strong to give me a hangover like this.."

[chxnyeoll]

The struggles of a horny virgin.

[chxnyeoll]

let’s play a game where we both get under the covers and see who can make each other moan first

[joonguar]

Jaejoong isn’t entirely sure that sitting there is a good idea, especially when the person begins to lumber over towards him, and although the guy is skinny, he is a good bit taller than Jaejoong likes for people to be when he’s not sure if they’re a zombie or not. Yes he’s almost thirty and legitimately concerned over the man’s state of living, maybe he should have paid a little more attention to those biology classes way back in high school, before he knew he was going to be a porn star. 

He supposed though, that if the man were a zombie, someone smaller would be more agile, so maybe having a tall zombie out to eat his brains wouldn’t be so bad. Of course, these thoughts come to a halt when the rather friendly faced fellow is looking down at him. Perhaps he seems a bit worse for wear, but nothing in his expression is screaming bloodlust at Jaejoong. 

Its not until the guy speaks of a bar though does Jaejoong recognize the man. A smile of relief washes over his features, and he happily takes the offered hand to right himself, a breathy laugh escaping him at his own ridiculousness. Of course, his hand is left out in mid air when the bartender straightens up, away from him with an expression that clearly reads disgust. 

"The cat. I was feeding the cat. You know the one? He’s around here all the time and he’s got a crooked tail, finally started to come around recently too," he begins in a rambling voice, pulling at his shirt to get a sniff of the tuna himself, only to wrinkle his nose at the smell too. 

Sighing, Jaejoong supposes it could be something worse on him, he’s certainly tried some ‘wet’ things in his filming before that required a shower afterwards… 

Picking himself up now, Jaejoong stands, straightening out his clothes. “What happened to you though?” he asks, as though this were nothing but a conversation about the weather. “You usually look so put together.”

[chxnyeoll]

Once he knew the man was steady, he narrows his eyes a bit, trying to get a better look at his face. As the other's features piece together bit by bit as Chanyeol' eyes adjust, he notices the man. Chanyeol knew he had seen the other before, maybe drinking at his bar.

"A what? A cat?" He blinks in surprise, thinking to himself. No wonder there weren't any rats in the bar recently. Maybe the cat's not such a bad thing to have around. He takes a small step backward, trying to get away from the strong smell of fish surrounding the other. 

Cigarette between his teeth, he puffed out a thick cloud of smoke, trying to mask the terrible scent of tuna with his own slightly less terrible smell of smoke. "Yeah well, last night wasn't too good I guess. I don't remember a thing. I had too much to drink." He looked down at the burnt out cigarette on the ground before glancing back up at the other. "Need a new one?" Chanyeol took out his pack, offering a smoke to the other, along with his lighter. "Why did you fall anyways..?"

Running his fingers though his hair, Chanyeol let out a long sigh, groaning again once his head began to throb. "Ah fuck.." He gripped his hair tightly, leaning against the nearest wall to try and regain his stability. "Listen man, if you wanna come in the bar I can get you a new shirt cause honestly? You smell like shit right now and it's only making my headache worse." 

He walked past the male and into the side entrance of his bar that led into his office. This was where he slept. His couch folded out into a futon and he kept his clothes in a wardrobe at the corner of the room. He had no way to afford a house while keeping his bar running so the only way was to live in his bar. It's worked out pretty well so far though.

[princessxcassidy-archive-deacti]

Send me a ► on anon if you are a secret admirer

[sckrewedup-deactivated20220616]

Spread the word

[jonginsidious]

lookin at the booty like

[askboxmemes]

Let’s play "Have you ever?". You ask me and I have to answer you, yes or no.

[jealousgf-deactivated20150509]

mutuals this is actually really fun go

Send me a ”hey” and i’ll do this:

1. First impression: 2. Truth is:  3. How old do you look:  4. Have you ever made me laugh: 5. Have you ever made me mad:  6. Best feature: 7. Have I ever had a crush on you: 8. You’re my: 9. Name in my phone: 10. Should you post this too?

[skypestripper]

its not good sex unless u have to glue ur penis back on

[joonguar]

"Ah!"

Jaejoong can’t help the startled exclamation, nor from falling back onto his butt. He’s just seen a body rise up from where he’d not expected anyone to be. Living people didn’t usually lay about in back alleys, which was why his first thought is HOLY CRAP ZOMBIES ARE REAL THEY WERENT JUST MESSING WITH ME!?, which proceeds to having his mouth gape open at the thought, which then drops his cigarette from his lips onto his own hand, the lit end grazing his skin. Its the cigarette falling onto the back of his palm that gets him to make a noise, promptly shaking at his hand. 

The cat he’d been feeding in the alley promptly scatters off when he yells, and his attention is diverted there for a moment, sad to see the cat run from him. Though, he looks back to the man sitting on the ground, wariness in his eyes as he remains flopped back on his ass, a tuna can spilt next to him and a cigarette on the other side. 

[chxnyeoll]

Cringing slightly when he hears a loud voice, Chanyeol turned to find the source. He had to squint to see in the dark but he could make out a large black figure at the end of the alleyway. Watching as a black tabby cat scampers past his feet and onto the roof of his bar, Chanyeol pulled a cigarette from his pocket, hoping it would clear his head a bit. 

Still curious, he made his way toward the stranger, walking slowly -still a bit buzzed- before standing at the man's feet. "You alright?" He placed the end of his cigarette between his lips before taking a long, mind numbing drag of the thick smoke, blowing it out toward the stranger. Chanyeol reached down with his free hand, offering to help the man up, although not stable himself. "What the hell are you doing behind my bar? And why are you wet?" He bent down slightly, sniffing the air around the man. It smelled of rotten fish. Chanyeol straightened out, gagging slightly.

[girlvswhale]

Paper cuts on your eyelids.

You learn to swallow glass every morning. You teach yourself to chew cement during the day. You condition yourself to drinking toxic waste at night. And it all burns and bleeds. It carves out sores in your stomach and forms tumors in your intestines. You learn to survive it. You learn to endure.

Every decision is just another day of regret. 

You learn to swallow glass, eventually.

Trust me, you learn.