give up the ghost

Rather lightheaded, Dongwoo stood, his nerves singing as he was pulled forward. Jinyoung’s honey-scented voice still ringing in his ears when he pressed their lips together, hard and hungry and all kinds of wonderful. He likes me. When similar words rolled off his lips, they had done so almost despite himself. Skipping quality control altogether. So as they took shape and echoed back into his ears, they felt rather alien. He had never meant to sound so—confessional. Yet the response they earned him made up for any miscommunication between thoughts and actions. The arms wrapped around his neck narrowing the gap between them just so that a small shiver of anticipation crawled up his spine. And his own hands were quick to make their way around the gym leader, flatten warmly across his back. Not even the thick multiple layers of clothing disguising just how small he really was—yet such a stir he caused, effortlessly. Damn it.

So here Dongwoo held his breath, inched a little closer, leaned down so the other boy needn’t lean up instead. And he parted his lips just enough for his tongue to meet the Jinyoung’s own, slip into his mouth. The multiple kisses they stringed into one already fogging up his glasses. God, he could kiss him for hours. Yet he pulled back just then, if only to start a different trail along his jawline, down his neck—so soft, his lips are almost just ghosting across bare skin. Warm from pressing against Jinyoung’s own, damp from stitching kiss after kiss together. Restless too, close as the two of them stood: a pair of hands sliding down the small of Jinyoung’s back to settle around his hips. If they pulled him closer then, got rid of the distance left between them, it was only half-consciously. For the small noise he let escape, muffled into the crook of the trainer’s neck, most definitely wasn’t intentional. Neither was the long-drawn-out sigh that followed.

Preposterous, really; the way his skin tingled for so little. Less than twenty four hours since he’d first laid eyes on the gym leader and already he needed swallow to keep his heart from pounding. Needless to say this was out of the ordinary. Dongwoo could hardly remember the last time he had been so smitten with someone, so quickly. His last girlfriend, perhaps. And even so, how long had it taken for a kiss of hers to have his senses go this fuzzy? But here he dragged his lips back up, retraced the path to Jinyoung’s mouth. Kissing him all the harder for the sake of brushing off a pair of unwanted questions—had she ever? had anyone?—that crept up on him right after, ghost-like. So very fitting, he mused in his mid-kiss daze, with his mouth pressed so hard against a ghost type lover’s. And he only half cared for logic as he sucked softly on Jinyoung’s tongue, slow and needy.

#advxshinwoo #p.ara #p;ha

Even on girls, Jinyoung had found himself more attracted to shorter length hair, so maybe it made sense to be utterly entranced by tresses, that barely caressed the top of broad shoulders. Needy fingers ran through it senselessly, not attempting to deny the growing urges with himself, the ones which told him to touch every available spot on Dongwoo. The older male practically enveloped him, his small frame curling up quite willingly into his larger one. There would be no complaints to be had, only praise, though the gym leader never took defeat as easily as he was now. You couldn't tell that it was winter outside at all, with the heat created by their two forms, in the small back room devoted to his practically forgotten Pokemon. Possibly, it was something he'd berate himself for later, though the odds were low, not when lips traced fire across his neck and jaw.

The entirety of his skin grew red, to match the seemingly permanent blush staining his cheeks, as Dongwoo worked wonders on his undeserving form. Now, he regretted wearing so many layers, melting under the male's touch and also yearning to feel fingers grace his bare skin. Never had Jinyoung felt this way before, his chest aching in time with the tightness brewing in the pit of his stomach, already on the verge of dizziness. How could one man be so talented? Dongwoo smelt of plants and tasted of mint, both things that would be forever remind him of the awkward, yet perfectly tempting, male. When noises escaped the elder, Jinyoung could only respond with his own, along with a shudder rippling down the length of his spine. A single, stammered whisper escaped him. S-Shinwoo. And he didn't even find himself regretting such an intimate action, finding it easier to lay himself out bare for the other, with each passing moment.

A demon raged within the eager male's body, torn between simply ripping off every piece of clothing that stood in his way, and taking things slowly, which was never something he wished to do. This surely showed how much of an effect Dongwoo was having on him, heart, body and mind. His forehead rested against the other's, as his tongue was taken into a most welcoming mouth, whimpers spilling into the air they shared. Feeling far too overwhelmed, Jinyoung pulled away, pressing his lips to the taller's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. "You should come visit me next time -- so I won't get you fired for seducing the customer in your workplace." A stray thought was conjured against his will, and he wished he could shoo it away, before it began to eat at him. The last thing he wanted was for Dongwoo to think he was merely being his typical flirty self, and not actually invested. "W-we can go out for dinner too, if you'd like..." His heart thrashed painfully against the confines of his chest, the words taking even him by surprise. In his entire life, he had never asked someone out before. He was doomed.

[ / ; new romantics ] — gcs + jjy

Though Gongchan didn’t think of this for a decent while, how they ended up like this so suddenly after meeting. He was far too focused on the lips on his neck, how their bodies fit together the way they did. The clothing in the way. He was anxious for more, yet at the same time a bit wary: this was a lot, so fast, but he didn’t want it to stop, either. He would be lying if he said he had never though about this before, having been a fan of Jinyoung’s for a while, but there was no instance in which he thought this would ever actually happen. Any of it. Maybe the flirting was a possibility, which Jinyoung was known for, but a genuine interest? Never. The kiss, going inside the gym, everything that was happening at that moment — he couldn’t believe any of it. And yet the blood rushing between his legs only made him crave the older boy even more, get more lost from reality.

So he tried to hush down the tiny beginnings of sounds that wanted to escape him, a bit embarrassed he was getting worked up so quickly. When Jinyoung’s lips returned to his own, just for a moment, Gongchan took the opportunity to move his feet, not even breaking the string of kisses as he suddenly switching their positions, leaving Jinyoung to be the one pinned to the wall instead. With a smirk on his lips, a hand on the wall by the other boy’s head, Gongchan leaned in to kiss him harder, slip his tongue into the mix, press their bodies together and take control of the situation.

Maybe if he were a different man, Jinyoung would have become offended at this ensuing battle, for dominance, between their two bodies. He was an aggressive pursuer to the point where it annoyed him that Gongchan was the one who kissed him first, but now he was able to calmly (well as calmly as someone with a tongue shoved in his mouth could be) accept being pushed against the wall. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. Or at least that's what the blood racing through his veins told him anyway. Two sets of five fingers curled up in whatever they could grab of the younger male, some gripped and tugged at dark hair, while the others pressed against cotton material, thirsting for the skin underneath it.

His mind swirled about in the beginnings of lust, as he attempted to commit how the other tasted to memory, a certain body part already starting to stiffen within the confines of his too tight jeans. Never would he have thought that this trainer, the one with the adorable face and the set of fox looking Pokemon, would have been this bold. It certainly made him more admirable in his eyes. While Gongchan tried to contain his noises, Jinyoung allowed his own, a soundtrack of whines and whimpers, to flow naturally in between those pretty pink lips. Teeth clamped down onto already swollen skin, his tongue flicking across coveted mouth, while his thigh pressed upwards, determined to elicit some form of sound from the other. It was too difficult to see flaming cheeks in the dark building, but there was no way he'd go without some form of victory. He needed to have this boy give in to him.

ex-advxjangdongwoo-deactivated2

fright night

#advxjangdongwoo #p.ara #p;fn

advxjangdongwoo:

Dongwoo jumps at the Haunter messing with his hair, but humors him even though it feels like there’s ice going down his spine. The Haunter pulls away as Dongwoo sits hesitantly on the couch next to Jinyoung, who grins at him with a quip.

"I really don’t think that they count…" Dongwoo answers, running his fingers through his hair and unsuccessfully attempting to untangle the braids the ghost had left. He laughs unhappily as Jinyoung switches on the TV, squeezing the Solosis in his arms until the Pokemon lets out a bubbling squawk. He lets Jelly float into the air with a quick "Sorry!" and the Psychic type makes a few noises of discontent, floating off to find one of Jinyoung’s Pokemon (probably his Jellicent to talk about squishy Pokemon things, Dongwoo thinks).

Hands free now, Dongwoo fidgets with his shirt. “That was one time,” he protests, though he laughs a little bit more and bites at his lip nervously. “Please tell me they aren’t fast zombies. Fast zombies are so scary.”

At Jinyoung’s offer, Dongwoo almost shakes his head no, knowing whatever drink he gets will end up spilled all over his lap, but he also can’t quite refuse. “Do you have tea?” he asks. Maybe that might help him calm down at least a little bit so he can at least pay some attention to the film. He knows Jinyoung’s probably planning some pranks (he always is), but he lets himself relax a little anyway.

Jinyoung rubbed his chin, attempting to appear in deep thought, "I disagree, I'd say they're actually quite similar, especially if you use Jurassic Park as a comparison." A lot of his time, when not battling trainers or leveling up his team, was spent dabbling in conspiracy theories and finding vague connections between various media forms. "Because they were dead things, that were brought back to life. And some of them also ate humans." Of course, there were vegetarian dinosaurs too. He'd have to think more about how non-meat eating zombies worked.

The screen lights up, showing the first few frames of the film, a typical apocalyptic setting; empty streets, abandoned and boarded up buildings, not even a stray Pokemon in sight. With fist curled up under his jaw, the gym leader remained wondering about the diets of certain living dead. Thankfully, his own ghosts were not such creatures who craved brains and whatnot. Absentmindedly, fingers pat at Drifloon's rubber exterior, as hinting at gratefulness for not eating him.

"Please-- it's the twenty-first century, every zombie is fast," he snorted. Naturally, he had picked out such a film just for his scaredy-cat friend, taking probably too much joy out of him being frightened. "It might have been one time, but it ended up being one of my most popular Instagram posts, so you'll never be able to live it down. Oh, whoops-- I never told you about that, did I?" And with that, the lanky male sneaked off to grab Dongwoo a cup of tea, living him with nothing to protect him, other than a gaggle of ghosts.

[ / ; hanging around ] — sdw + jjy

The door that clicked shut behind them seemed to drown out all outside noise at once. So Jinyoung’s voice rang loud in the small, empty room, awfully quiet otherwise. All doors shut and lights dimmed lower for the residing phantom’s comfort. Though where said phantom could presently be, Dongwoo wouldn’t be able to tell. Not with his heartbeats crawling all the way up his throat; so much so it felt a little hard to breathe. And with Jinyoung’s hands around his wrists and his words echoing in his head and the bright shade of red colouring the gym leader’s face—god, how could he possibly resist it any longer? So here, instead of speaking, words all tangled up under the roof of his mouth, he stepped a little closer and he leaned down just slightly, just enough, so he could give him a kiss for an answer, full on the lips.

For a moment then, as their lips clashed and his heart skipped a beat as though he was a schoolboy getting his first kiss all over again (ridiculous), Dongwoo found himself rather disconnected from reality. Rational thought now tied into a knot he couldn’t untangle. For which mental malfunction he would have been embarrassed, should have been embarrassed, had he been thinking at all. He wasn’t, however. Not as he tilted his head a little further and pressed a little closer still, let his fingers close loosely around Jinyoung’s arms. The tip of the boy’s nose cold on his skin, yet his mouth warm enough to make up for it. Lips so soft against his own, it didn’t matter any longer. Never had he wanted anything this badly: want dotting his skin with goosebumps. And so one kiss blurred into two, nearly three—needy and anxious as they were, slurring together—before he could muster enough willpower to pull back.

Here he swallowed, heavily flustered and blinking himself out of his daze. “Sorry—” The apology spilled out by itself, in a hurry, before he could make sense of it. Sure, he had been asked for a kiss. Yet this was the first time he had ever kissed another man. Let alone this suddenly; or this hard. His ears felt about as warm as his cheekbones and he could only hope it wasn’t too apparent. For it couldn’t possibly look as cute on him as it did on the gym leader instead. “I don’t—know what I’m doing, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just,” anxiously he wet his lips and just as anxiously he drew a long breath in, cut his sentence short. His shoulders already hunching by the time he managed to speak again: “Like you so much.” Which string of words he was quick to regret, if only a split second too late.

#advxshinwoo #p.ara #p;ha

Never had anyone made the first move on Jinyoung before, but now it had happened twice. He was too startled, too flustered, to do anything, except sink into the kiss he had been offered. It was a question that he thought would have gotten him kicked of the premises forever, and instead, he received the best possible answer. Dongwoo's lips were thin, yet they fit perfectly against his own, in a way he had never experienced before. Their puzzle pieces were both so different, yet went together so perfectly, it was enough to overwhelm the gym leader, who was notorious for running away from such situations. Not even he could deny this though, and for once, he actually didn't want to. Especially when the elder's mouth caused a burn in his chest, and the pit of his stomach, more intense than when any girl touched him.

He was someone with more than enough kissing experience, but he felt like such a novice in the other's arms. And also so small, though the feeling was enjoyable, eliciting mental images of being carried by the taller, to be pushed up against a wall. This particular thought caused him to sigh into their lip lock, immediately feeling ashamed for it and regretting his entire existence. Even Dongwoo's fingers, caressing his arms that felt thinner than usual, seemed to be touching bare skin, as opposed to a thick coat and layered sweaters underneath, with the way goosebumps traveled up and down his limbs. Unsure, for the first time ever during a physical experience, Jinyoung didn't know what to do, his arms lying at his sides completely useless. They wished for nothing more than to wrap around the other's neck, but he kept them still, and wished he had done it, when the male began to pull away.

The adorable mutterings spilling from the breeder's mouth only endeared him further to Jinyoung, though he had no idea what he could be apologizing for. But it was nice to know he was not the only one suffering from the weight of a crush. At the admittance of a certain feeling, three little words, the ghost trainer felt his skin crawl, in an unpleasant way. This would be the point in which he would cut off ties, yet something inside of him did not allow it to occur. Was he already in so deep, that his former flighty ways didn't apply anymore? Simply enough, he could not stop himself from walking forward and doing the action his arms craved, pulling the two closer together than ever before. "Don't be sorry, please--" he purred, nuzzling his nose against the other's, "I... really like you too. So don't apologize for kissing me, because I want you to." Then their lips were connected again, a little rougher this time, as Jinyoung was wont to do; his tongue flicking out to meet Dongwoo's bottom one teasingly.

[ / ; new romantics ] — gcs + jjy

Gongchan didn’t respond to this at all, too lost in what was happening to even hear the words to begin with. Too overwhelmed. Jung Jinyoung had him pinned to the wall, his lips were on his, tongue was in his mouth— he didn’t even really notice what the inside of the gym looked like.

This all was so much to focus on that at first all Gongchan could do was freeze, feel his face grow just a light shade of red. He prayed the slightly dimmed lights inside, lack of windows, were enough to hide this, but knew they wouldn’t be soon enough. After a second or two, thankfully, he managed to kiss the older boy back properly, lips moving with his and pressing in with just as much force. His lips parted when Jinyoung’s tongue passed them again, his own circling it, playing with it inside his mouth, and his hands quickly settled on Jinyoung’s waist, pulling him just a bit closer.

He all too quickly felt his entire body growing hotter, despite how cold the wall was on his back, how cool the air was in the gym, matching its eerie theme. He was getting worked up a bit too quickly, more than he would have liked, feeling a bit needier with each passing kiss. When one of his hands ran down Jinyoung’s lower back, stopping just over the pocket of his jeans, he gave a light squeeze to get a reaction from him. Something. He knew what Jinyoung was trying to do, and this was a battle he would not easily lose.

When the other failed to respond, Jinyoung couldn't help the victorious smirk gracing his lips, even while in the middle of a passionate kiss. One thinly muscled arm wrapped around Gongchan's neck, giving the physical encounter an air of possessiveness; his other hand went back and forth between resting against a cheek bone and caressing his neck. Overly eager wet muscle practically attacked at the inside of his momentary partner's mouth, licking at the ticklish roof, the bottom row of teeth, and everything in-between.

Though he had never been with a male before, besides a couple of random make out sessions much like this one, the very forward male still knew what his basic instincts told him. The ones that informed him on how to drive the other crazy -- crazy for him. Leg pushed in between Gongchan's purposefully, allowing them to create more friction against each other. The grab to his behind caused fox-shaped eyes to jerk open and a whine to sound in a shared kiss. An airy chuckled escaped Jinyoung, both slightly shocked and aroused by such a bold move.

Immediately, he set in on the attack, in order to retaliate against this trainer, who had fired him up, since the moment they met. Disconnecting their lips, only to trail his tongue and teeth downwards to Gongchan's luscious neck, the gym leader nibbled and sucked on the skin there, hoping it was as sensitive a spot for him, as it was for himself. Before he was entirely conscious of his actions, his hand slipped underneath the boy's shirt, thumb pressing into lanky hip bone, and his crotch bucked upwards against his thigh, eliciting a lone whimper. It was almost humorous, due to the fact that surely neither of them expected such a thing to happen when they met.

[ / ; new romantics ] — gcs + jjy

Jinyoung’s ‘that would be preferable’ was enough to get Gongchan to raise an eyebrow, intrigued by what he meant exactly, yet the words that followed were an entirely different story. These took a second to sink in, Gongchan blankly staring at Jinyoung for a short time before blinking and snapping back to reality. He still couldn’t even get over who this was exactly, how he had seen him on TV so many times before this. It was like he was hardly even real just an hour or two ago, like he didn’t exist outside of the TV and internet. Yet here he was.

"I— I haven’t, no," Gongchan answered finally. His brow furrowed just a bit, not entirely trusting this. He had to be bluffing. If Jinyoung’s offer for a kiss was a bluff that he simply got called out on — this had to be a trick. A trick in a trick house. But still, Gongchan figured he has more to gain than lose, his stomach guiding him with its uneasy, (almost-)nervous feeling, though not in an entirely bad way. He just flat-out refused to believe this was real anymore; maybe he was on a prank show? Well, I might as well make for some good ratings.

"So, have you?" He smirked, his confidence regained for the time being, and he stood up then, Sienna looking up at him with her head cocked to the side. This was when he paused for a second, debating what to do with them all, deciding on returning them to their pokéballs for the first time in a few weeks, possibly months.

Due to the boy's abundant silence, the over-eager male couldn't help but wonder if he had pushed things too far. It wouldn't be the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. And while he wasn't known for apologies, an 'I'm sorry' sat on the tip of his tongue, growing fat and threatening to burst out of him. But, finally Gongchan answered and he heaved a relieved sigh. As long as he didn't end up pushing the other away with his odd, abrasive nature, then all was well. While his fan was undeniably strange and much more evil than his baby face showed, there was no denying the urge to get to know him better. Physically or otherwise, Jinyoung wasn't too sure which.

A satisfied smirk overtook his features, as he watched the trainer put his Pokemon back in their Poke Balls. He joined in standing, head tilting to the side in slight perverse curiosity, attempting to size the younger up and decide what exactly to do with him. "Not yet, no. Would you like to be the first?" Jinyoung chirped deviously, not waiting for an answer, as he tugged Gongchan by his wrists into the decrepit building standing behind them. It was not the most ideal place to become intimate with another, but it was something the morbid gym leader had always wanted to do.

Immediately, as they walked in, the door was shut and Gongchan was pushed up against a wall. Without another word, Jinyoung pressed his lips to the other's, instantly seeking out entrance with his tongue. The kiss was much rougher and desperate than the peck he had received a few moments prior, but he was determined to see the same flushed cheeks on the boy, who laughed at him. His hands ran up a thinly muscled front, and settled on a lean neck, thumb pressing at his pulse, to see how it raced. Teeth clamped down on bottom lip teasingly and he purred out, "I hope you feel special--"

[ / ; new romantics ] — gcs + jjy

Gongchan shrugged, a smug grin on his face he couldn’t seem to wipe off — not that he really tried, anyway. “You asked for it,” was what he first said, and as far as he was concerned, it was the truth. Jinyoung was the one that brought it up, or it never would have happened. He never would have even known he could. Gongchan placed an elbow on one of his knees, leaning forward and resting his chin on his knuckles, fingers balled into a loose fist, relaxing a bit as the two of them sat side by side. “And does that mean if you’re expecting another then it’ll be okay?” And he added mostly as an afterthought, though it ended up sounding even worse than he intended, “…or does it have to be somewhere private?”

Sienna, Gongchan’s vulpix, suddenly walked up to him then, sat on the step by his side and watched the others. He looked to her for all of about three seconds before shifting his focus back to Jinyoung, the red tones in his face just barely starting to fade. Gongchan was tempted, oh so tempted, to do something else to further provoke him, to kiss him again or put a hand on his thigh, whatever he could to get a reaction from him. But he didn’t. He knew as a fan of Jinyoung himself that the media liked to blow stories up about celebrities’ love lives, and it wasn’t worth the risk. But since he already had Jinyoung so flustered (and he started it, he reminded himself), he knew he could get away with it otherwise. Truly, how often does one get a chance to flirt with one of their favourite celebrities, and be flirted with back?

This boy really was pushing all his buttons today. Furrowing his brows, as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout, Jinyoung couldn't help in acting childishly, "Yes, I'm aware of that. But people don't usually take me up on my offers, so I assumed you wouldn't either. I won't do that next time." And with that, he bit his bottom lip, hoping to contain whatever else he might want to say next. Why didn't he just ask to be kissed in public, where anyone might see? It'd be easier that way. As much as the egotistical male enjoyed his ability to speak his mind easily, sometimes the lack of thinking before speaking got on his nerves. When the other spoke up, the gym leader swore he could feel his blood draining with every word. He was always the pursuer, people didn't come for him. It felt strange being on the other side, but not entirely unwelcome.

"Uhm..." he began. Smooth. "That would be preferable, yes. Both of those--" Almost immediately, his mind started drifting away from him to baser things, and his legs automatically closed together in self-perseverance. He had no idea how to react to such things, not without being completely obvious for all to see, anyway. Then he realized that they could both simply go inside, if they so wished. The trainers he hired had already all gone home for the day, so no one was inside, except for his ghosts, of course. Though as far as he knew, they were resting snugly inside their Poke Balls. With a clearing of his throat, Jinyoung managed to look Gongchan in the eye, muttering purposefully low, "Have you ever made out in a haunted house before?" He would make this boy just as flustered as he made him, if it was the last thing he'd do, dammit.

[ / ; hanging around ] — sdw + jjy

It was all terribly endearing: the flushed cheeks, the brief stammer, the way his fingers curled around Dongwoo’s own. And if he felt a little breathless then, swallowed dry to keep his heart from racing, he could hardly help himself. For Jinyoung’s palms felt hot against his skin and the chilly weather had his knuckles longing for just such warmth. Though anyone else’s hands might not have left him so flustered, anxiously wetting his lips as his heartbeats echoed all the way down to his fingertips. Hadn’t he known himself better, he could have been fooled into thinking he was sixteen again. Eagerly taking every small touch as though it was a thunderbolt, rather than a spark. It certainly didn’t help that the red staining the gym leader’s cheeks filled Dongwoo with a sudden urge to kiss them—kiss him.

"Thinking about someone too," he blurted out before he had any time to think it through, censor himself. For his smile would have betrayed him regardless, if the way his digits shifted just so they too may fold around Jinyoung’s didn’t do it first. Never had he been so embarrassingly smitten with another boy before. If ever he looked at other guys in the past, he had been quick to brush it all off. Now, however, it seemed just about impossible. Even his name on the other’s tongue sounded better. So his eyes shaped crescent moons despite himself, awkwardly averting their gaze to keep his nerves from going haywire, looking for a change of subject just as he pressed his lips together.

"Do—do you want to come in?" It was all he could manage, awkward as ever, flipping a strand of hair out of the way for the lack of a free hand to do the job. And he could only hope he didn’t seem half as anxious as he felt, already tripping over his words in an attempt to justify the invitation that only made it sound more like a poor excuse to bring him closer than his silence would have done: “Duskull doesn’t really like to stay here in the sun but—I can take you to see him.” Sure, it was a little unorthodox: bringing him into the garden without a reason. A valid reason, that is. For when his fingers slipped from Jinyoung’s grasp to unlock the gate they had plenty of reasons to do so, if none had anything to do with his job, exactly. Yet the day unfolded so slowly and the winter season brought them so few customers this time of the year (if any), it couldn’t get him into too much trouble. Or, at the very least, Jinyoung was worth getting in trouble for.

#advxshinwoo #p.ara #p;ha #(( bye...... ))

And he was unable to contain the smile bursting from within him, satisfied in having his most anxious thoughts thrown away for something positive. Never had Jinyoung felt this way before. Immediately, when he met people, he assumed they liked him, or would grow to like him. Yet with Dongwoo, he felt a rare low confidence, feeling as if the male was simply too good for him. Why -- he had no idea. But having it confirmed that he had been thought about, it put him at ease, a weight lifting off his shoulders. He could only hope he'd be able to make sure the elder would continue to have the gym leader on the forefront of his mind, just as he did. If his body betrayed him and he flashed a gummy smile, the one he constantly worked at to cover up, could he be blamed for it? Though, of course, he would beat himself up for such a thing later.

"I... Yes, I would like to--" he muttered, feeling unsure once again. This was probably not the best idea, to be near Dongwoo, with nothing in between them. Because the counter and the gate, it helped to restrain Jinyoung from doing what he really wanted to, which was tugging the taller man down by his overall straps, into a hungry, needy kiss. He had no hopes of being able to tell his urges to shoo, even with the possibility of nearby netizens and getting the male into trouble, or worse, fired. So, hands were shoved into coat pockets, once the gate was opened, and he stood back a bit farther than he wanted. If he couldn't help himself any longer, he'd rather lose control when they were inside, away from prying eyes. The musing about Duskull caused him to snicker. Such a typical ghost. His Pokemon all preferred gloom corners to settle down in, rather than bright sunlight, so it was not a surprise at all to find that his newest addition felt the same way.

It seemed that the self-control, in which he was already lacking quite a bit of, diminished completely, as he followed the other inside. His hands rushed out of his pockets to grip at the male's wrists, fingertips drinking in whatever touch they could acquire. For the first time in ages, Jinyoung was left devoid of words, and when he did finally speak, it was to apologize, which was most unlike him. "I hope I'm not bothering you, or anything. I'm not used to meeting handsome breeders and becoming completely flustered by them." And then his lips continued to move, his brain to mouth function failing faster by the second, "Would it be okay to kiss you? I don't want you to get into trouble-- but I really would like to." His eyes immediately fell to the floor, blush staining the entirety of his face.

[ / ; new romantics ] — gcs + jjy

Gongchan’s lips pressed tight together into a thin line, though the corners still tugged upward, a smile he tried to force away. But in another second he was already laughing, something which quickly snowballed into a louder one, a laugh that forced his eyes shut for just a moment. When he finally looked back at Jinyoung again he tried to contain himself, gain the ability to speak again. But his reaction, the way the gym leader blushed like a schoolgirl once he was called on his bluff — it was just too cute. Gongchan had been a fan of his for a decent while already, but was far from ever seeing this side of him before. It was so different from his public image, though he had to admit, he didn’t quite mind it.

"I’m not telling anyone anything," was what he said once he was finally able, words that came through a wide grin: not one that hinted he was lying, but more a look of pride, satisfaction. He had done something he never even realized was possible, both in kissing his idol and making him blush because of it. ”But was it that bad?” he teased further once the gym leader started to regain his composure.

Behind the safety of his palms, Jinyoung frowned, completely offended that he was being laughed at. Having a very fragile ego, the male took everything very personally, and even if Gongchan wasn't actually laughing at him, that's how it would be taken. Silently, he huffed, wondering what was so funny about the way he was reacting, until the other began to speak. Finally, he lowered his hands, expression attempting to remain neutral, yet the blood still situated in the apples of his cheeks betrayed him completely on that front.

"Okay, good--" There were many reasons he'd rather not have something like this get out, ones that he wouldn't state aloud, in order not to offend the boy. But romantic scandals were a big deal in the netizen community. You were basically expected to never have any sort of relationship, besides the ones with your fans, of course. And it was even worse if it was homosexual. Jinyoung would be ousted probably. Though he supposed he had asked for the kiss in the first place, it was just a surprise, since the seemingly nervous trainer had acted so... submissive at first. "I didn't say it was bad... it was just unexpected, is all," Jinyoung admitted quietly, cheeks growing redder just at the thought.

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Dongwoo follows Jinyoung into his house, wary of the ghosts who let out chuckles at his apprehension. He squeezes Jelly a little tighter, but steels his face.

"Thanks for having me," he says to Jinyoung, nodding at his Haunter when he creeps a bit too close.

Dongwoo bites his lip, laughing a little to hide the fact he’s already scared. Why’d Jinyoung have to have all his ghosts out? His Haunter creeps closer and Dongwoo lets out another scared laugh. They haven’t even started watching the movie and he’s already this worked up? Jelly chirps at him, and he lets himself take a deep breath, flapping his hand at the ghost Pokemon that get too near.

"Is it too late for me to back out?" he asks with another stuttering laugh. "We could watch a nice drama, or a dinosaur documentary," he offers, trying to wriggle his way out of the marathon. He’s already in the room with the TV, and Jinyoung’s giving him a look that tells him he’s not weaseling his way out of anything.

"Oh, you're welcome," Jinyoung chirped delightedly, as he watched his Haunted comb his fingers through Dongwoo's hair, even going so far as to braiding a few strands. There was no idea to be had over how the creature learned such a skill, but it amused the male nonetheless. Tonight would certainly be amusing.

With a smirk, he settled on one of his fluffy couches, choosing to partially ignore his friend's concerns. "Zombies kind of count as dinosaurs, right?" And dainty fingers reached out for a remote to flip on the television, movie ready to go almost immediately. "If you cry this time, I promise I won't tell anyone about it. Maybe." Truly the worst possible friend in the world.

Of course, while not the nicest human of all time, Jinyoung wasn't complete garbage, and would eventually succumb to Dongwoo's needs and switch to something else. But probably only after he had his fair share of amusement. With Drifloon settled in his lap, he asked, completely casually, as the opening credits began to roll, "Do you want something to drink?"

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Shopping had always been one of Jinri’s favourite activities - one of the many things, as a girl, she was stereotypically allowed to love, and boy she did, but shopping for food was always that little bit less exciting. However, just as expensive. Scouring the aisles for the cheapest products - yet still of a good quality - you could find Jinri, accompanied as usual, by Seo, who sat gracefully beside her, gently nudging her when she found something Jinri may want to see.

Both entranced in their search for the cheapest brand of Honey, it’s not unusual that they don’t at all notice the bright yellow, balloon Pokemon heading straight towards them. In fact, Jinri doesn’t even notice as it begins to attach itself to her. Seo, sensing a presence nearby that didn’t quite sit well with her, began to look around for a trainer to go with the rogue balloon, but finding none, she begins to cry out.

Jinri’s attention well and truly taken away from the jars of Honey now, she frowns. “What, Seo? What’s the problem? You sound distressed…” Trailing off, her eyes finally catch the Drifloon attached to her body, and holding in her scream, she lets out a high squeak, breathing heavily. “Seo, help me! Where’s it’s trainer? Why me?” She whines, cautiously eyeing it.

A living balloon didn't weigh too much, so maybe Jinyoung couldn't be blamed for not noticing that Harley had floated off elsewhere, and simply walking off to the next aisle, and the one after that. His basket grew fuller and the minutes crawled by, but it wasn't until the sounds of a ruckus coming from a few aisles past, that he looked down to find strings no longer attached to his wrist. Damn ghosts, he muttered to himself, abandoning his shopping cart to check around for a certain yellow Pokemon.

It was moments like these where the gym leader wondered why he devoted his life to this type, that seemed to only like to make his life that much harder. Constantly pulling pranks and getting him into trouble and embarrassing him. Of course the love they shared was worth it, but dammit, Drifloon was one of the good ones -- why did she have to do ...whatever it was she was doing to him? Finally, he found himself face to face with her, attached to another woman, and another stressed out looking Pokemon.

"What are you doing, Harley?" he demanded, idly watching the ghost seemingly attempt to try to carry off this other human. She seemed intent on her impossible mission, despite not having enough strength to do much of anything, except pull relentlessly. "A-ah-- I'm sorry about this," Jinyoung bowed in apology, hoping not to receive some sort of punishment for Drifloon's misbehavior.

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Off guard would be just the term. For as he crouched by a small pond and he dipped a hand into a basket full of poffins, Jinyoung’s honey scented voice was the last thing Dongwoo expected to hear—though not the last thing on his mind. Eyes shooting up right as an eager Totodile surfaced to peer into the basket. And if the impatient little thing snatched the very poffin his fingers had managed to pick, he hardly noticed. His gaze falling on the fox-eyed gym leader about a second prior; long enough, it seemed, to shatter his focus.

"Hey," the single word sneaked out mid-smile—his eyes grown far too small far too quickly for the boy to even pretend he wasn’t beaming. Despite his many efforts the previous evening to keep his mind off of Jinyoung, he was now as hopeless as he had been before bedtime: he had showered, made some tea, watered this plant and that, read three pages of a book before his mind began to wander. And by the time Jinyoung’s text messages had his phone buzzing he was hardly trying any longer. His outbox betraying him:

「 ✉ : foxy boy 」 aren’t you the busy one? gangnam gym leader~ 「 ✉ : foxy boy 」 don’t worry we’re not too miserable yet ㅎㅎ 「 ✉ : foxy boy 」 I’ll ask for the longer shift.. just to make sure I’m there

Including a 'if I miss you too much can I go visit you instead?' that sat in his drafts still, vetoed upon inspection. The very last thing he needed was a crush on a celebrity. A male celebrity. Whose smile had him failing miserably at his own job. Ten minutes at least he had spent staring at the ceiling that night, wondering whether Jinyoung had left under the firm impression he was a complete idiot. For which ten minutes, thus, he wished he was dead.

It is no wonder then, that when a Tangela, a Buizel and a Phanpy also rush for the bag of snacks, Dongwoo is nearly knocked over. Luckily regaining his balance in time to avoid the fall. And he made sure to bring the basket along as he straightened up, got back on his feet, hoping he didn’t look too ridiculous. ”I didn’t think you’d really come today.” Which was true enough, though he fails to mention he had hoped so, as he steps closer to the gate. The basket carefully propped up on the fence once he’s close enough; and twice as anxious for that matter. “Did you miss Duskull that much?” He smiled, teeth showing and eyes crinkling all over again. Honestly hopeless.