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Sweaty Wonho
hyungwoncv:
(...)
long strides without looking back for wonho or to see if he got up to follow. instead hyungwon was trying to clear his head and heart of his older brother. sighing out the annoyance of lingering attachments. “just don’t throw up on my shit, alright? if you can’t hold your liquor, then never again,” hyungwon warns as they head in the direction of carriage house.
Eager? In a way. He was eager to block out his emotions and drown in his inhibitions. To push away the nightmares he suffered from that night with instead the sweet numbness of being intoxicated. It had been a while since he’s done so - since he allowed himself to let loose. He was grateful towards his taller friend, grateful that he didn’t judge Wonho, nor did Hyungwon ask too many questions. He knew enough about Wonho’s past; he didn’t need to know the dirty details that haunted Wonho’s every dream.
As he followed the other, he did have a bit of a hard time following his strides, his steps faster as to keep up with the other’s long legs. He cursed his own height in that moment, annoyed that his friend was so much taller. Some genetics.
“I can hold my own,” he mused, flicking away the smoke he had carried with him as he’d taken his last drag. “I’m not some kid. I’ve drank before.” or rather, was forced into situations where he had to drink. Drink to be numb, and drink to forget. It’s like an endless cycle really - never really feeling at peace.
It’s the price he pays for being born to that man and woman.
cvjimin:
(..)
“I’m– I’m sorry, this isn’t…. you’re.. is that a tattoo? God, that’s hot.” He needed a nap. Jimin needed to go to fucking bed.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the male before him looked about ready to drop; Wonho probably would have screamed. He would be in the right to do so after all, seeing as this boy did just walkin on him changing. But instead of screaming, Wonho dealt with just a warmth to his cheeks as he quickly reached down to pick up the discarded sweater and clumsily slipped it over his head.
“Shit,” he mumbled, “Sorry - wait, I shouldn’t be sorry. But I am, because … I don’t really know.” words fell from his lips in a babble as he stumbled slightly; trying to right himself as he turned to face the stranger properly. The comment on his tattoo’s didn’t go unnoticed, his cheeks burning a little darker due to it.
What was he to say in a situation like this though? Did he question the other on what he was doing here? Yell at him to leave? Just looking at the other male, Wonho realized that he was dead on his feet - looking exhausted like that… Wonho couldn’t yell at him. Instead, he shifted from one foot to the other, before clearing his throat.
“um, Wanna come in?” he gestured to the couch across from his bed, having no roommate meant more room for him to put things - and it was a lot less embarrassing to ask someone to sit on the couch rather than on his bed. He wouldn’t send the other out, not in this weather. Wonho could be mean but he wasn’t heartless.
“I can get you some dry clothes, if you want…”
smoke and mirrors;
(...)
his brow arches, turning his head to glance at wonho and taking a drag before he answers. as if that will burn out any concern he had if someone saw him hanging out with a witch in the middle of the night. smoke slips out in wisps as he shakes his head. “i’m fine.”
with his fingers curled on the edge of the bench and the cigarette propped between his knuckles, hyungwon glances around at the looming darkness of the buildings and then look back at wonho, “i got alcohol in my room. or if you need something stronger, i got some of that too. that might help you sleep.” he shrugs as he brings the cigarette back up to his lips. “it helps me sleep.”
He tils his head slightly as he listens to Hyungwon’s words. it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. Drinking away the memories for the evening. He mules over the thought as he takes another drag of his smoke; lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes.
“Really?” his voice was low, “That doesn’t sound too bad actually. I wouldn’t mind diving into the world you throw yourself in every so often. It might help actually.”
He crosses one leg over the other as a small hum escapes his throat, he can feel the desire to rid himself of his inhibitions grow quickly; a sort of buzz falling over his skin. He trusts Hyungwon to make it easy for him, he knows the other has the things needed to make Wonho completely and utterly shitfaced. For that he’s grateful. Feeling numb is better than feeling the fear deep in his chest like he did now.
“ Then let’s get this over with. I’d rather do this sooner than later right? “
smiley hoseok is my favorite hoseok ♥
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A storm is raging outside, the rain hitting the glass on Wonho’s window is a constant drum in tune with the occasional strike of lightening or boom of thunder. As soothing as it was, it wasn’t helping the forming headache from lack of nicotine. He couldn’t smoke out in the rain; the chances of him getting sick were higher, plus - it was the idea of possibly getting soaked that really turned him off of the notion. Instead, Wonho sat in his room fiddling with his laptop as he waited for either the storm to blow over or for exhaustion to strike.
Sadly both seemed to be far from happening.
It was around nine pm when he decided a shower would do him good; maybe get his head clear. As he undressed though, slipping off his sweater and t-shirt; the door to his dorm flew open. A surprised sound left his throat as he turned his head towards the entrance, eyes wide as he caught the sight of someone he’s only seen once or twice in passing.
It clicked after a moment that Wonho’s entire upper body was in display, his cheeks turned a slight pink as he turned his back towards the other, unknowingly showing off the tattoo’s littered on his upper back and hip - not really paying mind to that; Wonho was more intent on finding out who this person was and what they wanted.
He just couldn’t voice anything in that moment; still too embarrassed and shocked.
@cvjimin
smoke and mirrors;
the quietness in his room was stifling. it had been stifling since eleven at night and that’s how hyungwon found himself sexting the number of someone he had spent the night with once before. they were eager, which amused hyungwon as he sat up in his bed, reading upon the history of familiars and seeing how far he could get the other boy to go. pictures were easy to obtain without much effort on his own half, and the boy was already begging for him to come see him. that’s what hyungwon had thought was coming through when his phone buzzed again.
wonho.
hyungwon dropped the phone aside in annoyance – that was how he hid his concern. eyes sharpened, losing their placid concentration for flickers of worry, of confusion, of frustration. it’s not even as if wonho was his problem. it was hyungjin. “you should come back and deal with him, not me,” he resisted, refusing to look down at the phone and lifting the book up in front of his face again.
ten minutes later and the cold air was biting at his arms, hands shoved into his pockets as he made his way down the steps of carriage house. book left open, belly down, surrendered to the coil of protectiveness that he denied he had. it was his older brother who was supposed to answer wonho’s late night messages, and worry over the other. someone else was supposed to spot the the other boy sitting alone with a cigarette on their usual bench.
he pauses on a spot a could steps in front of wonho, letting his head fall asleep and his gaze tracing around the periphery, hoping no one would see him being friendly with a witch. being nice to a witch. there was something utterly awkward about trying to for hyungwon. overly conscious that this was not what his plan was and yet he found himself there anyway. “nightmares again?” he questions, though he knows the answer.
The other’s approach didn’t go unnoticed, he has memorized the heavy step of Hyungwon. The other’s long legs caused his strides to be long; and his feet alway seemed to carry heavy. Wonho’s head tilted slightly to catch glimpse of the other, before raising his hand to his lips; and taking a drag of his cancer stick. “Obviously.” he muttered, moving to hand the other his pack, an offering of peace - of gratitude.
As the other made his seat beside him, Wonho lowered his hand and let out a low sigh - “It was rather annoying actually. It’s the same one as before, I don’t need to go into details as you know already...Do you think I can get the first 16 years of my life erased from my mind? It would make life so much easier.”
To forget his father; those people and those… hands. To forget the way that he couldn't do anything, couldn’t fight back. He wasn’t strong then, he was afraid. Afraid of being beaten, scolded...even killed. Wonho knew his father only kept him around for the money. For the prospect of having his alcoholic ways provided for fully. He took another drag before closing his eyes.
“...You look tired,” A part of him was sorry he woke Hyungwon - but then again, was the other really asleep? He could never really know with the taller male.
smoke and mirrors;
@hyungwoncv
It’s nearing one in the morning; Wonho sits upright covered in sweat - and his heart still hammering against his chest. It’s been awhile since he had a dream like that, since he was placed back into his past. It’s something he hates, remembering… No matter how hard he tried to block away those years, they always came back to haunt him one way or another. A shuddering sigh leaves his lips as he reaches for his phone and quickly types in a familiar contact.
//txt; wonnie: meet me near the usual spot for a smoke??
It doesn’t take long for him to throw on a sweater and slip his sneakers on. He grabs his box of smokes and quickly leaves his room. The fresh air would do him good, the nicotine will calm him, and he’ll feel better when he’s not alone anymore.
The air outside chilled him, but it was a good sort of shudder that ran through his system. He grabs a cancer stick, lighting it up with a quick few flicks of his lighter, and parting his lips - he looks around for his friend...yes, friend. Before moving towards the bench they usually sat. His head leans back slightly as he glances up at the sky and lets his lashes flutter. The sky is filled with stars, and the moon is pleasantly bright that night. It’s almost enough to calm him; but not quite.
He just wants to forget - all of it. He wants to have it erased from his memory, to have it just disappear and take all these horrible emotions with it. But it won’t, and Wonho knows this. He knows this yet he still wishes upon every star and flips too many coins into fountains. Just wishing that things would change for the better, and that his life wasn’t so damn fucked up.
blackout.
cvkmj:
it was times like these mj hated being who he was. hated having gone through what he had. he hated how his heart began to race and he backed into the corner of the living room as quickly as possible, squeezing his eyes closed as he let his back slide down the wall till he sat with his knees to his chest. his body trembled and his breathing came in hurried drags. he knew the feeling of the panic and the fear and the suppressed memories bubbling up under the surface of faked carelessness he’d formed so perfectly to hide the constant fear, but he just wanted it to stop.
he needed the lights back, but his phone was nowhere near him and the prospect of moving from his corner had a choked sob leaving his lips.
what kind of nineteen year old was still afraid of the dark? even if mj knew what horrors really did lie in them.
It was when his head was against his plush pillow; eyes closed and breathing even did he remember. Wonho had forgotten his phone. Eyes opening slowly, a low sigh left him as he sat up in his bed, running his fingers through his hair. He didn’t really want to get out of bed, but he had to, his phone was sort of important. That, and it gave him an excuse to see MJ again, someone he didn’t mind hanging around.
So slowly he slid himself out of bed, lazily putting his feet in his sneakers and grabbing the closest hoodie he had to throw it over his head. he was in a pair of black sweats; and under his hoodie he had no shirt. Usual sleep wear. Grabbing his keys, Wonho shuffled his way out of his room and down towards where the other lived.
His movements were sluggish, his mind not yet fully awake. He was so close to sleep so waking was a bit difficult. By the time he got to MJ’s apartment, he was a bit more awake and able to be a little curious as to why there was no light peeking from under the door. MJ always slept with some sort of light on.
Wonho reached out and opened the door; darkness was what he was greeted with, and his frown deepened. “MJ?” he called out, stepping forward into the room. He looked around and his heart nearly stopped in his chest when he saw that the other was curled into a ball, trembling. His feet quickly carried him over towards the other; and falling to his knees he wrapped his arms around the shaking male.
“Hey, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here. Don’t cry okay?”
LIST OF HEADCANON’S PART 1:
He’s afraid of spiders, and most bugs - he won’t show it. Because showing weakness is stupid; but he’s probably dying on the inside.
Wonho has a fear of commitment. He doesn’t want to form any long lasting relationships in fear that he’ll get hurt. This is triggered by every relationship he’s had in the past be abusive and destructive.
Major trust issues; for obvious reasons. If he trusts you - it means you’ve earned it. It’s very hard to get past the many walls he’s built around his heart. If you’ve managed that; then you’ve done well.
A love for small animals - they’re soft and innocent and everything Wonho adores.
Ramen. He loves ramen. He doesn’t care what time of day it is, if he’s craving it. He gets it.
When it comes to magic, he likes to flaunt his gift - even though it was handed down by a woman he’s never met; Wonho takes pride in the one thing his father could never take from him - his powers.
He has many piercings and tattoo’s. An industrial in his left ear, two nipple rings, a naval, a tongue ring and a tattoo on his foot and lower hip.
aesthetic: wonho x happiness ✿ฺ✧˖°*✲゚*(❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*✧˖°✿ฺ
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