AHREUM.
they both had their skeletons deep hidden in old closets, they both had reasons for why looking back is deeply not advised to their brethren ( too many the times in which the fear of being dragged back had twisted the artist’s stomach to the point of bleeding, ulcerous mess like he himself was ) who wanted to live as free as birds in the sky where. but they were not birds and he knew fate was going to give them the proverbial smack in the ass, he could feel it so deep in his dainty-looking bomes. “ look at me hiring her as a bodyguard and i think i’ll never get a nightmare again. ” the sharp chuckle and slight fondness on his gaze sign of a bond that still gave him some semblance of a heart, seeking for family where family he couldn’t look for. “ it’s been as oddly satisfying as ever, but this time no ridiculous dick tattoos, sorry. ”
faux reflection had stolen occupancy in jitae’s features for only a moment & he can’t even help the SPLITTING grin that curved upon flush lips. ( repartee could only come from this familiarity with the other male ; eruptive I R E clear from sight. ) it’d be offbeat to make the solicitous comment he’d like to given their current conversation—- ❝ you sound a little too sure, might just get nightmares about her crunching you like a damn brick. ❞ spoken as a passing comment, lowly vocals are punctuated by the gentlest of shrugs as his eyes wander the walls. he can’t even ATTEMPT to deny awe for his art & the little laugh that reverberates against his lips is completely unplanned when his gaze s h o t back to him. ❝ no ? an awful ass tattoo at least ? ❞














