Inferno

And in my crimson hues I see the darkness of my soul.

[etxjonghyun]

If your muse could change one thing in their life, what would it be and why?

“If I could change something in my life…” The male swept his tongue across his bottom labium rather absently, finger pressing against his chin thoughtfully as he rapidly examined tatters of his memory. A frown perched his brows for a brief second however, believing that – at first – there was simply nothing in his life that he should have changed. “I don’t– Oh, damn!” His round pools grew into two full moons, a smirk developing on his natural plush lips before he lifted his finger to request silence, nodding his head a couple of times. “Indeed, there is undoubtedly something I could have changed in my life.” The male steepled his fingers, humming a canto all too familiar in his own land – one he so often listen to whenever he was outside playing with the lost boys.

“I chopped a head in half before chopping the limbs. What a mistake! This is so dramatic and frustrating.” He exhales a growl, annoyed upon the memory, biting his lips to demonstrate his irritation. “Damn it, I always adore watching them scream in agony. That boy, however… Was so annoying I had no other option but – damn it. Still, first limbs! Then head.”

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What is the biggest similarity between your muse and your chosen reincarnation?

What is the biggest difference between your muse and your chosen reincarnation? 

What does your muse still know about their (reincarnation’s) old life?

How much did the fact that your muse is a reincarnation affect their life? 

What would your muse say to their reincarnation if they would meet them in person? 

If your muse could change one thing in their life, what would it be and why?

What do they think about the ‘Mirror to rule the World? Would they want it? Do they search for it? And furthermore: Would they use it to rule the world?

If your muse could use one of the mirrors to change their life, which mirrors would they choose and why? What would they change about their life?

What’s your muse’s lifetime goal?

What’s your muse’s motto?

What’s the biggest mistake they have done in their life so far? And do they regret it?

What was your muse’s childhood dream?

Describe your muse’s mindset with one song

Have there been any dramatic happenings in their life? How did it affect them?

Has your muse ever been in love?

Do they have any sexual desires? If yes, which one?

Is there something your muse despises about themselves or about other people?

If they had one wish that could be fulfilled – what would it be?

Have they ever thought about giving up on life and killing themselves? (possible trigger warning)

How do they imagine their future? Do they have any plans?

[etxjonghyun]

❝ A Natural Disaster ; Jonghyun&Taemin

[etxjonghyun]

etxtaemin:

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Each word spoken, bathed in threats, were nothing more but a majestic melody for Jonghyun's ears and whatever that prince had implanted in his own mind, it directed the merchant to tear apart the door, feeding himself with the voice he was now enamored with, as though he was scooping ice cream from a container, delighting himself with its own unique taste. By the time he opened the door, his body was burning enough for him to muscles grow harder by the second, so stimulated by such a sight before him -- legs parted, a petite frame ready to accept a body naturally dedicated to such carnal instincts. He knew he couldn't -- was aware that his own limitation was based in the eventual deal he would have to make. The thought brought a sheen of sweat to his forehead, part of his exposed collarbone; reflecting even more the madness he, himself, was. It was frustrating to be confronted by such temptation, even more infuriating knowing that his lips would not be pressed long enough to leave a signature and oh, the thought of a warmth around him was left only to his very deepest dreams. He emitted a characteristic growl, left bare and weak against such a body -- left tensed and without a release. Standing, unable to move, the male could only mark his presence with his uneven respiration, a modification in his body indicating optimum output. Oh, such grace. Oh, such divinity. What could he do at this very moment, at the mercy of a male who had been capable of triggering every nerve of his body, a male so close but so out of reach. Another growl, another grunt -- digits carding through thick and white locks, descending to a neck embraced by drops of sweat. He could not handle such want nor the acute craving. In that moment, he reminding himself... Of the monster he really was.

Whatever insinuations had been held from the point on, the male's mind did not manage to process and decode -- concentrating instead in the petite frame striding towards him, with such grace, with such magnificent elegance. Jonghyun could only stare, riveted -- breath stalling, heart contrasting with its frantic beat. The words had been spoken, so similar to those he often heard but the voice carrying them was far too unique to be entirely ignored. His stare lowered the closer the prince got, neck inclining, lips parting further, accommodating faster breaths and the crude truth of his own needs. If the prince was staring at him, Jonghyun was stripping him off with his pools. If the prince was devouring him, Jonghyun was consuming his very soul. There was not a single moment the male averted his gaze, succumbing to such instincts, so closer to those of animal, expressing a hunger that consumed his senses, braking whatever reasoning he had, be it malicious or logical.

He nearly closed his eyes when a fingertip brushed his very razor-edged jawline albeit he managed to keep them open -- only narrowing, dangerously, threateningly. There was only a handful of people honored to touch him, all of them limited, nothing as far of a ghost touch or a brush of lips against his very cheek. Those who went further, were limited to cede to his commands, being thrown onto any surface, rough or soft, unable to see him or touch him; only dignified of feeling his very hunger and fury. This being, however... So brave, so bold -- so demented, touched him more than what Jonghyun was willing to offer. " Precious, my ugliness comes from the inside. What you see is just a shell that contains my very true self." He leaned into such a touch, inclining further, seeking for a full palm pressed to his very side -- coaxing him with his own seduction and perhaps... Just perhaps, using it for his own satisfaction. "I can't harm a fly... I don't waste time with something that doesn't benefit me. You-- on the other hand." A guttural growl emerged, the mention of his sinful lips forcing the male to press them exactly to the very palm, depositing a hard kiss, perhaps a tongue sweeping over the center -- only to be downright aroused by a breath so close to his. He inhaled that exhalation, all of it, no smidgen of air being left behind, drawn himself closer to the point he continued leaning towards the prince despite he was seeking for distance.

"I'm here for you." He repeated upon the other's assumption driving to the surface, indicating his very plan that was already plastered in the way his hands sought for a slim waist, settling at sides so petite he could grasp with ease. The hands invisibly handcuffed only proportioned the male a clear image of the other in his own oubliette, disposed of any clothing, disposed of any dignity and means of freedom. He would be such a wonderful slave, an epitome of innocence despite he had a mind of a delusional soul. "Oh, precious... You would only have to be on your knees for a couple of minutes. Nothing that your petite body could not handle alone." A chuckle, transformed into a laugh that reduced to a very growl when the following insult came. He did not feel the slightest affected, only powered by such boldness, so hard to find and yet... So easy to break. "So unreachable and yet you are right here, nearly pressed to me. I wonder for how long you will be able to survive without pleading for me."

Like a perilous feline, he purred whilst nails dug into a flesh properly protected by a rich fabric; steps being given without much thinking, forehead reaching for forehead -- forgetting momentarily the calamity outside and the task he had. "Oh, how I want to keep you for me. You would be such a wonderful dessert. Each day, two times a day... Perhaps more. Who knows? Oh, precious..." A grunt, coming along with a hiss, reflecting a mind torn between desire and a future bathed in gold. He could almost feel the smithereens of logic slithering past him, pushing him to the very opposite side -- towards senselessness, towards a sea of endless pleasure. Nose pressing to another, asking for dominance -- the male pushed his very body to its limits, a scent of masculinity merging with each effort to fight the hunger. "Ten seconds, precious. Ten seconds to decide whether you want to come with me, side by side, or... Come with me with a wrecked body."

[etxtaeyeon-blog]

( *Obstacles ) Tinker & Peter Pan

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       Taeyeon was an obedient girl. Has always been. Being sold as a slave from one person to the other had taught her to nod her head whatever was requested from her. And she found herself the way that it was the easiest to live – or, the best way to survive. A run- away from home with an abusive mother who beat her up every night, running into the arms of a slave trader and be sent into one household and another. Some were nice, some treated her bad, some thought she was an object for sexual pleasure. The life of a little fairy was less fairytale and more nightmare. But during her years, she learned to live with the way it was, tried to make the best out of it and endured everything in silence. No matter how gruesome the circumstances were she was in. But she never planned to fight her ways to get killed in the end. And so she ran again.

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[etxjonghyun]

He dug his hands into the fresh body, removing the liver to eventually put into a proper container, a burst of satisfaction flowing down his body, blood coating his stomach, blunted teeth crushing through protective barriers, laughing and grunting altogether. He was mentally altered, staring with eyes glazed, clouded vision that could only make out shadows of beings hunched together across the way. It was supposed to be a normal training, one intimate interaction between a master and their slave, a private bonding experience they would solidify upon hours of different tests, hoping that this time, his slave would behave the way they should. She was a complicated woman, that far he had noticed after the first encounter -- but she was also a beauty who perked the interest of so many nobles. Hence, the reason he could not let the woman disappear. His plan failed, however... When she decided to leave his side and opted to give her life to a mammal creature. Pathetic, the pain must have been colossal compared to the torture he provided each day.

The human heart was an incredible instrument of war, however, the very lifeline of the mortal body, the functionality unable to endure without its lasting power. The complex network of valves and blue veins webbing under a thin layer of flesh was difficult to fathom, the might that such a tiny organ had in controlling the impulses of a massive body; hence the reason why he properly protected it for knowing so countless witches were in search of young and fresh hearts. It was... Still incredible the strong scent it emanated and how even in his hand it still tried to pound blood towards the rest of the cells. A faint chuckle pushed past his lips, standing up with the organ now properly wrapped and set into a container -- taking a brief look at his own appearance, that now embedded the epitome of a killer. It wasn't a lie, however... Just a fact Jonghyun would rather keep unknown while wandering through the woods and kingdoms of that world.

Clicking his tongue against the ceiling of his mouth in rather irritation, the male sought for a small lake nearby in order to sweep off the marks left on his stomach; the fabric sticking painfully close to his tanned front. He managed to bathe himself in the cold waters of a land that was all too familiar to him, dunking himself into the very depths of its bottom, letting the small waves do the job his hands were not interested in wasting time with. He stood there, within the water, appreciating the flux of colorless liquid washing off the stains of blood whilst giving such a soft shade to the lake which previously seemed close to the color of the nightmare sky above. He swung to the surface upon the air he held within did not suffice for his lungs, long white strands covering most of his facial features despite a hand brushed off each one -- carding each lock backward to settle in a mindless hairstyle. He jumped off, felt the weight of each piece of clothing upon him, stuck to his body -- revealing a natural defined body, seemingly trained to handle laborious work. However, it was a surprise when he squatted to gather the small container and his eyes absently shifted to the very side -- encountering a petite frame curled into a tiny ball and veiled by wavy locks of hair that Jonghyun sworn only muses could have the honor of carrying. He was -- absolutely riveted despite he didn't see yet the face underneath all those layers. But Jonghyun knew... He would not be disappointed. Thus, he marked his presence with his heavy and damp footsteps, striding towards the female whilst leaving behind the container -- which now seemed less significant compared to such rarity. How many men would give the world just for that creature with hair like sand and divine altogether?

"... Mademoiselle." Ah, his voice had always such a charm, a trail of temptation that so often worked for those around him -- body lowering, squatting before the female whilst both elbows settle onto each thigh. He did not dare in touching her despite the need was beyond controllable, but still inhaled the air around her as if he didn't breathe for the last few days. Oh! Such powerful scent, so close to the embodiment of vitality, lust and seduction. The male could only growl, rolling his head back before bringing back the composure he had lost in seconds. "Mademoiselle... It's dark outside... These lands are not safe embraced by such night."

[etxjonghyun]

❝ A Natural Disaster ; Jonghyun&Taemin

[etxjonghyun]

etxtaemin:

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The changing components of his body slowly began to morph him into something completely different, a growth accelerated with an offering the magnitude that the Prince introduced. While it gave to him a boost previously reduced to nothing but a task he had to complete, he was still a man with the weaknesses that came along with his past, sensible to any carnal and primal need no matter how satisfied he had been previously. The other male was hardly a plateau he could crest with simply the will to do so, piercing into his very body and spreading throughout him as though he had permission. His head rolled forward, harshly connecting with the door, hair hanging to brush at the hard texture. The soft wisps of his breath that emerged were warm and wet, lips parted, a deep inhale to nuzzle under the defined details of the door that refused to give him what he truly needed, teeth nipping at the lower lip, now bruised. An audible grunt emerged to begin anew with the gradual motions he engaged, hips grinding in a soft rotation against the door, knowing that the other male was right on the other side; pressed against it. It was a slow start to turn over to the animalistic craving he yearned for, the need to see more, to feel even more; body no longer able of standing the burden which was cast upon him.

"Ah, princess... This is a torment for me. I must admit I find pleasure in my own suffering, hence the reason your words are burning my very insides." A growl, guttural and low, emerged from his agape mouth -- baring his own fascination for the most deranged and unbalanced things, stripping him off any reasoning he should have held close. "I don't need a kingdom of madness to know what truly madness is. I've my own and I bathe myself in it every single second of my existence. " A noise of interest, eyes gazing upon the door as though he was instead gazing the very person on the other side, his own breath, the beating of his heart quickening into a frantic tempo as the strain about his body became more unbearable to resist, each minute passing by leaving an agonizing thrill through the senses that remained. " Hmm, I can sense you. I can smell you. I've never felt such aura around me before. Who are you? What are you?" His voice reduced to a murmur, burning senses screaming for more than what he was currently receiving -- hitting the very beginning of an intolerance he sworn to never unveil for knowing how hard it was to return to such a calm state.

"Does it matter how I address you, however? We both know there is no need for formalities." A purr, a growl -- body grinding, hips pressing further into the material as though he was instead banging his very core into something far more precious, far more... Delicious. "Oh, the prettiest doll of them all is still missing something important. Your own death doesn't serve me, precious. I'm a merchant, after all. A poor merchant whose life had been reduced to small deals and a business simple as exchanging food for fabric. Why would I want your death when you can give me so much more..." Lips dragging upon the door, his eyes closed momentarily, trying to picture the being with the voice he can only hear; with the scent he can only smell and the aura he can only feel. It was almost -- impossible to imagine him as he seemed tangibly close to some divinity. He knew from that point on, that the eventually months of training would be painful as his own madness was also quivering with the other's. His body reflected an imminent demise if no hands would wonder upon it -- if his own hands would not have a softness to travel upon or a warm interior he could plug in. "Ah, your riddles amuse me... But how you are right. Everything is right here, on the other side of this door. Everything..."

The hand around the handle followed the motion of the other's, watching riveted the door gradually opening; only to release a growl when he had no access to the interior. A layer of sweat emerged, followed by his own sudden reaction, his nose immediately pressing to the small gap, not daring to open it as so the other may had predicted -- only with the intention of having that dulcet scent close, closer than what he had until then. "Oh, precious... I'm quivering with fear. Such fear that I'm craving to see you with my own eyes." He hissed, feeling once again that presence drifting away from him, his body promptly responding with compulsive goosebumps, coaxing him to follow, to not let a single gap exist between himself and the powerful and tempting presence on the other side. However, the male stood still, hearing such a featherlike body settling upon a bed -- his own mind reducing him to an animal with instincts whilst fragmenting his sanity into crystalline pieces.

One hand pressed flat against the door, pushed it open only the very first second -- allowing it to slide all way to the opposite wall whilst being embraced by a darkness that would easily blind him hadn't it been for his own familiarity with it. His head immediately craned to where the bed was set, spotting a body so petite it reminded him of a woman -- such similarity heating up his body to such an extent his own need to dispose of any clothing almost took first place on his priority list. He remained still, long white bangs almost veiling his puppy-like eyes -- taking his own time to appreciate the body before reaching the very top. Dangerous being. Tempting, so innocent for a man's eyes but chaos upon having control over a land. The prince was near enough to the truth, perhaps more than what Jonghyun realized. Was he aware of what resided within that petite body? The malice? The pain and fear? No, he probably only knew a smidgen of it. Albeit... He was not prepared to meet such stunning features.

Untouchable, that was what first came to his very mind. Untouchable and pure. He did not dare to even describe what he had before him. It would be pointless, fruitless. No words would measure the divinity before his eyes, not even an attempt would be rightful of such being. He could only stare, feigning nonchalance while his natural primal instinct corroded his very core - stimulating a body who was already craving for what it couldn't reach. Still, he smirked.

"Hello, precious."

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[soyundoritooo]

[etxjonghyun]

❝ A Natural Disaster ; Jonghyun&Taemin

[etxjonghyun]

etxtaemin:

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He was... Honestly fascinated by the first sequence of words that pushed past lips he was certain would fit the requirements of many thirsty nobles -- eyes widening for a brief moment, revealing his own passionate eagerness that was recreated as he found himself seeking for more. He didn't address back any answer, only fell into a comforting silence, allowing that maddening curiosity to be slowly fed by such voice and the malice it held within. Just like Jonghyun, so much like Jonghyun. He could almost see himself in that voice, only rolling off thoughts from a mind that was already wrecked; probably by a past stuffed by suffering and a torment that would remain inside, spreading, settling within until it would erode every single string that connected someone to sanity. His smile, his damn smile -- so alluring for others but certainly pointless to this one particular being -- accentuated, became the definition of pure delirium. He pressed his forehead against the massive ornamented door, banged it a few times until he cracked up, laughing stupidly, laughing maniacally. "Ah-- How wonderful." The male purred, palms pressed against the door, pressing firmly as though he was trying to crack it open. He wasn't. He was far from daring to use his muscles and push open something that would eventually open for him by itself. He was -- merely seeking for support, finding himself overwhelmed with such ravaged voice, so emerged in a madness that stimulated every fiber of Jonghyun's body.

"Ah, precious -- my pants are definitely on fire. I need to rectify my horrible situation. Will you help me?" Turned on, inspired by such malice -- desiring more than ever to have that prince, to train him and tame him in ways he would refuse. The male knew he would have a fighter with him, someone bold enough to oppose to his commands and the thought alone brought a shine of sweat, powered by his despair and anxiety -- detesting all the wait despite he loved it deep inside. He growled, curled his hands into fists, banged his forehead against the door -- showcasing his short patience albeit all along his smirk never seemed to vanish. " I came all alone, however. The mirror? What mirror, precious? I just need a place to hide while death happens constantly outside. Why so dubious? I thought the prince of this kingdom was a little more welcoming and caring." Part of the others speech was questioned by Jonghyun, wondering how such a mind was delirious enough to even formulate incoherent sentences. Oh, but he loved it! He loved such madness and he knew the nobles who would eventually buy the prince would appreciate too. Sweeping his tongue across each lip of his, he nuzzled the door -- reactions so dysfunctional, so senseless... He was so often a man so naturally cultured, only displaying signs of mental disorders whenever necessary -- perhaps to scare the victim, perhaps because he needed to release himself from the facade he held for so long.

"Dearest princess, as much as I want to agree with you to receive your grace and hand, I must admit this kingdom seems a playground full of toys. Puppets, dolls... So overly trained to follow a routine. And then... There is you, the golden handmade doll. I don't need o be brave to come here. I only need to have a reason to." Closing his eyes, he reduced himself to the sound of the other, the breath that reached his ears, so even -- so natural, indicating exactly how the prince seemed unaffected by his presence and the reason he was there, so precariously pressed to the door. The following giggle compelled a sigh that prolonged into a growl, the absence of footsteps reflecting that no one would open the door anytime soon. Oh, all the wait. All the wait -- he just wished it would not continue for far too long. " Princess..." Low, alluring, seductive like the most rare diamond, he coaxed the other with his voice and with his own reactions -- forehead continuously pressing against the door, hands curling into fists only to loose into a flat hand pressed to the very material.

He almost choked on his own saliva when he burst into a laugh, the other's final words bringing such delight to his body that he could not help but express it with his peculiarity. So bold, so brave... So reckless. "My princess, I don't ask for much... I don't need the power of a mirror nor the fortune one may bring. I don't need strength nor become what most fear. In fact... I'm already all of that without the magic of that so desired mirror." Hand descended, curled around the handle, rotated it -- over and over, first slowly, then with a strength of a man who tortured another. "I don't ask for invincibility. I only ask for one thing. Which is you. That's all I need. You... And your protection, Princess." The very last word came into a purr, whole body now pressed firmly against the door. "So if you spare this poor merchant your time, he would be very thankful. Play with him if you want. Kill him after if you desire. But please, please..." His voice changed, deliberately -- as though he was indeed a desperate man seeking for the grace of a prince albeit it was all part of his own disturbed mind. "Accept him in your arms... "

[etxjonghyun]

❝ A Natural Disaster ; Jonghyun&Taemin

Slithering close to the crowd agglomerated upon the very first violent scene, Jonghyun trotted his way to the gates of the castle -- subtle movements, seemingly imperceptible for those who found interest in the death of a guard. It became a calamity then, when the second death made its appearance, a wonderful and majestic opportunity for the male who sought for the quietude provided by the unbreakable walls of a place that only nobles had the honor to bathe with its luxury. A third death, he managed to perceive -- escorted this time by screams and yells from those who feared for their lives. He could already listen to that familiar melody, footsteps being uneven, rushed -- crawling close to the madness the minds of those who encompassed a body as weak as the opportunity of their lives being spared. He smirked... A characteristic reaction from a man whose life had turned his back on him, loving the sound of the insanity outside as he moved his way towards what truly coaxed him to accept such an offer in the first place. Taemin -- the name tasted like salt and sugar blended in together, a pot of gold and an endless life heavily ornamented by fortune. It was a risk, however... To engross one in the depths of a castle in which its interior was unknown. No spy had been capable of invading it, being reduced to ashes the very moment they dared to feel the rich pavement under their feet.

The male had been lucky, albeit the process had been well planned. While outside he had a group of assassins performing their magic, Jonghyun had managed to travel into the very first room -- one seemingly small despite its appearance was similar to a maze. He was already expecting it, nonetheless. The Kingdom of Madness, governed by a mad prince, it seemed -- could only be a mystery to a male whose life was spent amongst the dust of fairies... Only to be thrown into a sea of misery when everything was taken away from him. His smirk accentuated, casually opening each door he would encounter as though he was merely exploring a new chalet he had acquired, taking his time to rummage through shelves, chests and what else he could without giving a damn about the consequences. Actually, there were no consequences. Every single guard once protecting the castle was now outside protecting what bit of life existed, struggling against invisible bonds and powers that can only be gifted or used by a witch. Hence, the reason why the plan was having so much success.

Whistling absently, the male continued his journey -- marking his presence with his heavy footsteps whilst adoring the sense of power he held and how he coaxed the future prey with the crimson aura he naturally emanated. He was close... Jonghyun could distinctly perceive. Princes and princess, they were all owner of an exquisite scent, so similar to one very extent despite Jonghyun had to admit... The prince of the Kingdom of Madness had a particularity that he could not yet fathom. It intrigued him, it spurred his own curiosity so drastically that his once slowness became a race against time. Smoothly, however -- he jogged throughout each division... Climbing stairs after stairs towards the very last floor. Oh, such a cliché. Such deja vu! Just like each fairy tale he had heard during his first years of existence... The core of a kingdom, the leader of such -- had always to dwell in the very last floor, protected by golden walls and sharp nails that would scare off whoever dared to disturbed their peace.

Jonghyun. Kim Jonghyun would disturb such peace.

"Oh, I'm here mousy mousy." He whispered in a canto, humming a contemporary song that he often heard whilst traveling across lands. Fingers lacing together, both hands pressing against the very back of his head, serving as a pillow, as a support -- showcasing his loose state. Close, so close... His own nostrils could no longer endure such excruciating scent, so intoxicating, so... Tangibly close to fatal... Oh, it almost felt like he was flying! Although he didn't have to steal the dust of fairies to achieve such goal. He was flying, but with feet pressed against the pavement. "Just tell me where you are, precious." Jonghyun murmured with a raspy voice, coaxing with his speech and his natural charm, opening doors, closing others... Until he reached the very last floor, which the stairs immediately led to a door. Locked.

He laughed, swept the length of a finger over the edge of his eye, as though he was wiping a tear, as though he was downright devastated with the situation. He wasn't. He was loving each second of it. "My prince... Please -- I'm merely a merchant seeking for protection. There is war outside, one I don't want to be part of. "

[jjuanaa]

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

[dextaemin-blog]

✘ lonely. taeminxjonghyun

[etxjonghyun]

dextaemin:

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Jonghyun knew how Taemin detested whenever he received a lecture, his ego being downright raped if not entirely ruined, albeit the older male wasn't reprimanding him. No, he was just purging his panic, the fear of being so close once again to losing the boy despite he was not one of showcasing his caring. Only a couple of touches, perhaps a kiss and a hug that would linger for a couple of minutes -- however, the rare were the moments he would indulge in such affections that would extend to something far more intimate. Still, it was unnerving -- perhaps even infuriating whenever Taemin responded to him with such sarcasm, reflecting his own recklessness and feeble will to actually endanger his own life. He rolled his puppy-like eyes, avert his gaze whilst collecting the pieces of his composure, refusing to let the other see the gravity of his condition -- how tremendously agitated he was after being presented to such moment. " God, sometimes I wish I could kiss those lips shut and fuck your arrogance away. You're unbelievable." He shook his head in disbelief, hands settling on his sides for a moment, contemplating the other and how casual he seemed after being practically tracked and hunted for probably hours.

Deep inside Jonghyun knew, however -- how Taemin had been close to being surrounded by fear given the fact that his life had been at stake, albeit he opted not to mention it... Knowing that the younger would send him all kind of daggers through a sharp gaze. " I think I've leftovers in the fridge..." The male stated, ignoring Taemin's disparaging remarks that yet were capable of hitting his most concealed nerves. "Thanks to you, Taemin -- I've now the habit of closing the curtains before going to bed. So perhaps it's just a normal routine of an old man -- like me -- for others. And to satisfy your curiosity... Indeed, I was jerking off while thinking about fucking you senselessly." His voice was deprived of emotion, an impassiveness that yet did not give in whether he was telling the truth or merely mocking the other. Nonetheless, he still locked his eyes with Taemin for a moment, perceiving the round shape of his hues that he was certain weren't dark... But lacked the knowledge of their true shade. Behind that shell, he still saw the boy who often sought for comfort, the same petite body that so frequently fell upon his embrace and snuggled to his chest. Very unique moments, so unique that Jonghyun could perhaps count them with only the fingers of one hand... But yet, they were moments the older guarded on his mind and treasured with all his vigor.

"That's probably the problem, Taemin. They see your perfection." The male responded absently, focusing on the skin under his palms -- the gentleness in his touch, which reflected his concern and care. It was still frustrating, how everyone could see details Jonghyun would never be capable of observing. Shades of his complexation he could never perceive or even birthmarks that not even his palms could feel. He still maintained a calm and collected expression, denying any hints of weakness and a jealousy Taemin would never understand and be aware of. It was also not a surprise when he felt the tension building within the other, knowing the physical contact would only be welcomed at times -- times of weakness, times of need -- never once those times were by any chance taken by Jonghyun's initiative. He didn't have that honour... He didn't have the right to ask for Taemin's arms and neither for a pair of lips pressed to his forehead. Hence, Jonghyun never asked for it. A sigh pushed past his lips when a hand pushed away his, a sigh that was perhaps inaudible -- merely mouthed. "I know." A velvet whisper, graced by an indifference that didn't exist -- his mind and body overwhelming with all kind of emotions -- some good, some bad -- some intolerable, some satisfactory. "I know." He repeated, already knowing the speech, already knowing how insignificant that apartment was for Taemin and probably how small his existence was for the younger. Keeping the frustration and anger all bottled inside, he observed the younger examining his own self, realizing only then how his strong scent had hidden the smell of fresh blood. "Damn it, Taemin." His teeth gritted, ignoring the younger's senseless and impaired preoccupations and focusing instead on that particular wound, severe to his eyes, severe to his mind and heart. He immediately occupied Taemin's personal space, body practically pressed to the other, not because he wanted to test his patience but merely because he needed proximity to examine the wound. It was still pointless, he could only see shades and a blurry dark trail but it was a wound despite grave or not.

"Just shut up. Really, shut up." With so much frustration bottled up, he could only shift his gaze from side to side in bewilderment, soon disappearing into the bathroom and seemingly dropping whatever was unnecessary to treat Taemin's wounds. He managed to find a bandage, hydrogen peroxide for the open wound and a few curatives -- soon returning to the younger's side with everything nestled in his arms. "Sit... Now, Taemin." His voice was foreign to him, an aggregation of preoccupation, adoration and anger altogether -- setting all the items onto the bed right next to where he was waiting for Taemin to sit upon, his own body already lowering until he was on a knee, preparing the curative with the require liquid. "I'm done with your bullshit. Done with your recklessness. Done with your indifference when it comes to your well-being. You're here now, with me, Taemin. Follow my damn rules. Do you see that fucking wound right there? "His ablaze gaze met the younger's, neck craned to look up, body tensed to express sheer tension. "I know I'm practically blind, but I still smell it. Don't you dare ignore me and pretend that you are fine. Sit down before me. Now. Or I swear I will make you sit down with my own hands."

[etxtaeyeon-blog]

( *sandbox love ) kty&kjh

[etxjonghyun]

taeyeonxde:

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The whiffy smell of relentless cigarettes spread around him and right into his nostrils, offering access to what he longed for, the vapor that he adored exhaling for the sake of satisfying his body. It was almost intoxicating, revolting, knowing that he was sharing his breath with someone's but after all -- Jonghyun needed it. It had been a long time since he succumbed to his deepest needs, for being aware of the organization and their intention to find those who bore the soul of a God, albeit Jonghyun was nothing but a pawn of one itself. Hence, hiding had been his priority, only allowing himself to escape into the confinements of a library he so adored and cherished. Albeit, he missed such riot. Such disorder that was so frequently compassed by a strong scent, eventually powered after downing a couple of drinks. However, today... He would be moderate, remembering that outside there was still the possibility of being caught. One drink, perhaps. Two at most. He would still indulge in the warmth of a cigarette.

A pattern settled on his mind upon his arrival, the male skirted tables, chairs, bodies, finding his way to the bar not far from a stage. He did remember listening to a singer, a boy who seemed far too young to frequent such hostilities, albeit... The boy didn't succeed in keeping his attention. His voice was good, the ballad itself not so good. He wondered then, if today he would be honored with another singer's presence. Perhaps someone who could enthrall him with not only a voice, but also the meaning behind each word. Taking a seat on the barstool near the counter, the male brought to his lips a cigarette, lightening it up with a lighter before forming a support to the cigarette with his fingers. For a moment, he merely relished in the moment and appreciated what he had missed for far too long. Indeed, he smoked before... His apartment still had that peculiar agglomeration of his own scent and the smell of ashes and cigarettes. But it was the aggregation of the sound of voices he could not really pay attention to, chairs being dragged, tables being fisted and the smell of what he loved that satisfied him entirely.

He didn't spend a second to relocate his gaze to the stage upon hearing the arrival of a singer, but he stood attentively whilst waiting for their voices. It was pointless to look, when his eyes had always been a problem -- when his vision was something he knew could never rely on. He realized soon after that using glasses proved pointless. He was damned, for the animal that he had in him. Nonetheless, he focused on the sound of guitars, drums and realized that if the chance had been given, perhaps a piano would have joined. He didn't close his eyes, there was no need in doing so-- but the moment he heard a feminine voice, soft yet raspy, he knew he would not be disappointed this time. Casually nibbling the filter, he focused on her words and the melodic voice that originated such fascinating sound, taking note of the sadness, of the grief and pain it came along. He almost felt all those sentiments in him, almost devastated by the intensity she managed to bring along albeit he didn't let any of those pierce too deeply in him.

But she still coaxed him to make him turn around to face her, his eyes, however, not being able to distinguish her facial features, but he still recognized such a short frame. At first, he didn't move, only tried to perceive scents since it was how he managed to remember others, realizing however too soon one that was far too familiar for him to entirely forget. At that very moment, he stood up, perhaps in a daze, perhaps completely and absolutely devastated with such possibility. It was far too impossible, too incredible, but he still wanted to be certain -- wanted to make sure that one person was not something he once loved, cherished and esteemed more than his own life.

His steps were short, reluctance, fear and longing setting a fight with no end but he moved, closer and closer -- to the point he had to shove people aside instead of having the courtesy to skirt them. It was impossible. Impossible. Impossible. But the scent became stronger, familiar, homelike -- and the more he approached, the clearer her face became.

"...Taeyeon."

Whispered, perhaps even mouthed. So in a daze he didn't notice he was before her, in the first row, one hand even sat on the edge of the stage whilst the other stupidly held the cigarette that was already being supported by his lips. Taeyeon. The name repeated itself in his mind, realizing only then that her eyes were on him too. She knew, he could scent it. Not even a thousand of years would change the intimacy and attachment. She knew him. He knew her. And in no possible hell he would let her go. Not this time.

[dextaemin-blog]

✘ lonely. taeminxjonghyun

[etxjonghyun]

dextaemin:

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His tongue rotated rather exasperatedly, producing a sound similar to a cluck, starting up a familiar relentless refrain of swearing given how he was struggling with his writing. It was already midnight -- one minute past it to be precise and he had yet a wad of pages to write and deliver the next morning in order to be examined and properly verified. He had already beside him a massive pile of handwritten pages, preferring to use his favourite fountain pen instead of a laptop. Eventually, someone would have the job of transferring what had been written to a device, returning the manuscript that he would in due course set near the rest of his collection. Albeit, at that very moment, which seemingly seemed to persist instead of disappearing, Jonghyun deemed incapable of doing anything but scribble the piece of paper before him, his legs shaking in a constant nervous habit whilst a hand pressed firmly against the top of his head. Exasperation would be an understatement. He was beyond any term that related an emotion to anger and it escalated tenfold when his door was abruptly raped by countless knocks.

"For fuck's sake!" A second hand joined the previous one, both rubbing vigorously the sides of his head in order to ease his own restless state but the more he heard those same knocks, the angrier he became. In a rather precipitate reaction, he even tossed his glasses onto the desk, rubbing both eyes with an index finger and a thumb, his mind having trouble in processing that the person behind that door was someone he probably cherished more than he cherished his own life. Only when a voice all too familiar reached his ears did his body stiff, his eyes expanding into two full moons, indicating the arrival of his stupefaction. He stood up abruptly, far too rapidly that the chair tumbled backwards and his plain white shirt followed the harsh movement, swaying arbitrarily. The distance between his bedroom and the front door was considerably small, but he still proved capable of taking less than a second to reach it, a hand curling around the handle before he opened it completely.

He didn't expect a complexation so concealed by sweat, an expression that portrayed all kind of emotions related to trepidation, a pair of enchanting eyes constantly examining the surroundings. He too looked over the boy's head, the long corridor completely empty except for an occasional appearance of a neighbour, but upon hearing the sound of a magazine being loaded from the outside, he understood immediately what was going on. "God, Taemin... Again?" He curled a hand around a wrist too thin for a male, tugged him towards his chest whilst at the same time he closed the door, making sure all the locks were properly closed. Looking over his shoulder, to the window that embraced the living room that occupied the wall from the floor to the ceiling, he noticed shadows of the men who were probably hunting Taemin, exhibitionists so they seemed for firing constantly against what Jonghyun was completely oblivious of. He didn't care, obviously. Taemin was safe -- for as long as he was with him.

"You must have a death wish." His words came sharp despite the affection was reflected by his touches -- his other hand crawled up to pull down the hood veiling Taemin's cotton-like hair. He was still pissed off. Very pissed off. "How many times do I have to tell you not to get in trouble? Do you realize how lucky you have been? Those bullets can still kill you, you know?" Breathe held whilst he spoke, he exhaled a sigh upon being confronted once again by the younger's recklessness -- those pair of ice eyes that yet he couldn't be certain of the right colour already reflecting that he wouldn't stop no matter how hard Jonghyun would try. But despite being in a safe place, this time -- this time those men weren't in the mood of giving up so easily. He still heard one of them revealing that he knew Taemin was somewhere hidden in one of the buildings and wouldn't stop rummaging every single area until he would find him. For a moment, the older panicked for having the window completely open and in a rush of the moment, he turned off every single light, practically dragging the other to his room, where only the dim light of a desk lamp sat on the table.

Releasing the boy from his grasp, he covered the two windows with dark curtains, trying to observe the men through the window -- but without his glasses and giving the poor light, he could only perceive silhouettes. "Damn it." He released a growl under his breath, turning abruptly to the boy." Do you know them? Give me names." The older male requested, striding back to the younger boy before he halted in front of him, once again trying to examine the exposed skin despite he couldn't even put a finger on simple details as the line of his jaw. So he did what he so often does whenever he was inspecting Taemin after similar moments, both hands caressing his features, fingertips following the detailed lines of the younger whilst at the same time he tried to recognize a scent different from Taemin's. " Are you hurt... Little one?"

[gogopeach-deactivated20180705]

[labreport]

Cerberus from the movie Hercules.

[etxjonghyun]

.Through The Water ; L&A

Remnants of the recognizable world flood past Lawrence as he crossed the boundary between The Sea and Wonderland, a brief look of the ruddy purple sky diminishing his concern over the past few warnings. It was still such a perilous place for a non-dweller and it was proved once again by his horses, all too uptight the moment they stamped on the pavement that was still all too familiar. The mislabelled boards closeby showed that reading signs and rules in Wonderland were very difficult because they often do not correspond to the underlying logic that governs the world aboveground. It was such a ghoulish land for a dweller of Neverland. Throwing out a 'yah', Lawrence grasped the reins and wielded them with strength, leading the horses back at a trot. A festival was awaiting, which meant a profit he was determined to have, thus his worry to arrive before it initiated. The pavement was still unwelcome and so the persistent mist, however as he further into the land, its own uniqueness became more prominent. A jovial smile honored his features, remains of a hastily made beard still covering part of his chin. Just a few more hours and he would be delighted with his carriage full of supplies.

In the midst of his journey, however, he took note of a familiar lake and it jogged his memory, bygone moments of beloved friends that still lingered in his mind during nights of solitude. With a reminiscent mind, he led the horses down a path created by constant footsteps, body tickling with a lost enthusiasm. He reminded himself it was a past long off track. Just like his boys and even he himself. Nonetheless, he carried on, observing the surroundings with nostalgic eyes, relishing in the color of the expansive waters. That's when he spotted a body bare to its very existence and an exquisite face that would make him deliberately stare for ours. A person would likely not identify the lack of emotion on the boy's face, but Lawrence created this sensation by means of his fantastical exaggeration and perspective. Perhaps he was exaggerating, perhaps he wasn't. In his eyes, he was still someone dignified of his curiosity and wonder.

He descended from the carriage upon proximity given, patted each horse's neck with measured pressure, a natural reaction gathered upon countless repetitions. The merchant didn't know yet why he was interrupting his journey, mainly one that could give him a surplus incoming, but he considered obsolete whatever reason would arise. It was still a sight not quite often seen, an aggregation of beauty and sadness in just one particular being. Phenomenal, just phenomenal. Thus, how he continuously gave minced steps onward, making his presence without being uproarious.

The brim of the small flowerless green plant that lacked true roots, growing in low carpets or rounded cushions, gave way water and he unhurriedly squatted until his lower back could press against the damp moss, legs bent as his elbows pressed onto his knees. He prevailed there in silence, watching a slim frame bathing with the dark waters, taking note of details perceived, some others left to his imagination. Smirk dropped onto his lips, the moon or what seemed to be of it casting a trail across what was considered to be pale skin. "Cold, isn't it?" He proceeded to mark his presence, voice deep to blemish his natural savage side but nonetheless cultured. There again, his dark shades examined a body too neat to be considered part of the hardest jobs, too pure to be given ages above Lawrence's. Pretty, petite, adorable... Perhaps cuddly. Precisely what was needed for an exhausted merchant. However, more interests were expecting him so perhaps, just for tonight... Lawrence would only allow his eyes to take pleasure of a sight gifted to him by godly beings. "Especially tonight, I'm certain it's even worse."

[etxjonghyun]

;Believe me ; Jonghyun&Taemin

"Up in five!" 

Jonghyun could listen through his own headphones, a smile of sorts followed by a thumbs up indicating that he was more than ready; microphone before him along with the laptop and devices he would need for the broadcast. He was in a small room, with rectangular windows, wide enough to let him have a full view of the nearest street although his space was properly surrounded by a transparent soundproof wall. Focused on ordering the songs he had chosen for the day, as well the minutes he would have for talking; the male soon pressed the simple button indicating 'start' and soon the intro played in his headphone. Meanwhile, the male opened the main blog of the radio in order to pay attention to any comments that would eventually appear. That was, undoubtedly the best part of the show. He had always been someone who appreciated others and one who was willing to offer a helping hand, if not in person, than through any other meanings. The small chatbox was already graced by different listeners, all welcoming him whilst others were already asking questions, suggesting songs or even opening up with problems. The white-haired man smiled and he too, sent a simple text with the words 'Thank you for joining me today'.

As soon as the intro was close to ending, the male adjusted his microphone properly, keeping him close before giving a glance to his basic script. "Good night everyone. This is Jjong and I will be your DJ for tonight... As always." He emitted a short chuckle, reaching out for a pen to merely play with it, letting it travel through his fingers whilst he spoke. "I can see a lot of you are quite excited, some not so happy with the happenings in their life. As for now, let's all have fun for tonight. After such a long week, we deserve it." With his cheerful voice, the male allowed a song to be played, once again returning to the chat and all the comments already posted. So many of them were talking about mythical creatures, a topic that had been criticized and defended from different perspectives. Jonghyun himself was just one of those creatures. One he was not proud of but yet welcomed with open arms. He hadn't opened up to his listeners, but had always tried to defend his own kind; using positive situations to prove his point.

"Oh, I can see a dear listener has quite an interesting story to share with us. Apparently they had seen a strange creature wandering through the woods near their place. Was it a werewolf? Or just a poor homeless guy?" The male teased with his jovial voice despite his age, having in return so many comments; some of them expressing a laugh, others protesting over the fact that those creatures don't exist and there was a few couple of them who vehemently believed they did. "I've already expressed myself over this matter. I do believe they exist, and I'm one who is willing to accept them into our society." The male began to speak, keeping such a soothing voice, his own body heaving under the weight of such reality. Even part of his listeners were against them, part of them didn't even believe their existence. Albeit, it was still phenomenal how his simple words were enough to trigger an agreement despite disbeliefs. "We should accept others no matter how different they are. We should welcome them with open arms if that's the case. Isn't the world better without wars and arguments? Come on, peeps! Let's brighten our mood up with another song suggested by one of you." With that being said, the male played pressed the cursor over the song suggested, a sigh soon pushing past his lips. Without a pack, without someone knowing about his existence... Jonghyun realized, he was indeed a loner wolf.

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