don't back down.

"you taught me to live like this, my original sin we meet again." ko 'leon' ryeohoon; twenty-three; charm's vocal unit leader & lead vocal.

[fmdleon]

fmdalyssia‌:

“Its keys to my apartment.” She breathed softly, sheepish and yet delicately embarrassed at the whole situation. “You know. For emergencies.” Of course, it was absolutely nothing of that sort, but the excuse made her feel a tad less embarrassed about the whole situation of her giving a key to her apartment to ryeohoon. Her words ended slightly in a mumble, her body shrinking further and further into herself in utter embarrassment as she tried to shyly note his reaction to her offering the keys to her apartment. For nothing but curiousity purposes, of course. 

ryeohoon is usually ready to expect anything. it is what they say, don’t they? “expect the unexpected” or something along those lines. but this? this is certainly something he didn’t expect at all, so much that it catches him completely off-guard, for a moment there making him lose his own mental balance and the calculations of his actions. 

this is big. 

especially for someone like alyssia. so sweet, innocent, naive and gentle. but now she’s doing this and ryeohoon wonders if there’s anyone truly as naive as alyssia. or could she be pretending? no, no, of course not, she’s not. but the situation is certainly enough to make him wonder if this is actually happening, if she’s actually fooling him, instead of him fooling her. 

he breathes out, fingers closing around the key. “yah... you...” he pauses, finally looking up at her. ‘oh darling, you really have no idea’, he thinks and he is glad. “for emergencies, of course.” he says, a soft nod of his head, a sweet, gentle smile on his features. 

he calculates again. one hand holding on to the key, the other reaching out to place itself on her cheek, coaxing her to look at him after she had pretty much turned away due to embarrassment. “emergencies and... hopefully this?” now, this moment, ironically enough, is key. he knows that he can lose all progress or advance and take a huge step forward. if his calculations are right, he’s moving forward, but isn’t so sure, anything can happen.

he leans forward and finally presses his lips against hers, and the kiss is soft, chaste, almost pure. but he thinks ‘pure’ fits the situation well, it fits her well. he pulls back, but just so he can press another peck on the corner of her mouth, then her lower lip. “if you want, of course.”

[fmdleon]

fmdhanbyul‌:

There was always a part of him in the back of his head that worried about giving Ryeohoon too much, that leaving himself wide open like this meant that he’d get himself hurt, make their situation feel like something it wasn’t. “Tell me what you’re looking for? Or are you going to make me play games?”

he laughs. it’s soft, almost quiet, but he laughs. so honest, with so much endearment. it’s almost terrifying how hanbyul can do this to him. because this is unlike ryeohoon, to be close to someone like this out pure pleasure? of course not. when ryeohoon approaches someone in a sweet manner it means he either wants something or to fool with someone. 

he doesn’t want any of that from hanbyul.

he just likes this. the quiet moments. the random conversations. there’s work in their words but there’s so much playfulness between the lines, he loves it. only his group mate can make him feel like this and it is absolutely and irremediably terrifying.

“hey, they really liked ‘hit’ and if that sound didn’t give them an aneurysm, i’m pretty certain nothing else will.” he closes his eyes, allows the other to trace his skin with his lips. ryeohoon can’t even hide the happy grin that spreads across his features. so soft and so real. “we’ll review it. though i’ll say i’m surprised; i actually feel pretty satisfied with that track but... we’ll review it.” and he wants to hold back from saying the next sentence, but doesn’t, “i trust your judgement.” any other time, ryeohoon would’ve put his foot down, throw a fit that could belong to any other three-year old and hold on to the idea that what he makes is perfect and no one should have a say in that. not anymore, that’s evident.

the word ‘unsavoury’ engraves itself in his brain. he knows why hanbyul is saying it and it’s because they have always butted heads. he knows it’s because ryeohoon has always been a prick to him, among many other things. and that’s fine, no reason to lie about it. but he also thinks about all of the bad things he does and says to other people, to his undying love for toying with people’s feelings. oh, if hanbyul knew... he would hate him. maybe.

his hands move up, placing themselves on his friend’s neck, pulling him back so he can look into his eyes, “that’s a loaded question, byullie. i usually look for a lot of things. not to worry, because i know you can give each and every single one of them to me.” he pauses, “but i’ll be honest and say i love games, so.” he leans down, pressing his lips against his lower one, gently biting down on it, “but sometimes, you need to understand that it’s not so much that i’m looking for something.” now he’s the one allowing his lips to lower themselves to his jaw, peppering his skin with soft kisses. 

“sometimes i’m looking to give you things. to give you what you want.” that’s yet, another very terrifying thing, but for the sake of his sanity, he prefers not questioning himself about it. “you know, only when i’m feeling generous.” then he finds his neck, and he kisses it, lips finding his pulse and pressing themselves on it, “don’t you feel greedy sometimes, hm? to get everything you want? especially when someone is... so willing?” 

[fmdleon]

fmdalyssia‌:

“And yes, its definitely annoying.”  There’s a small pout of indignence upon her ruby lips as she huffs, recalling the night of the pool party with a slight grudge. “We couldn’t even do anything we wanted since everyone was staring.” She tilts her head slightly. “Also,” Her voice turned slightly soft. “I’ll be a bit busier the next few months. I will be acting in a drama.” She bites her lower lip, wondering if she had said a little too much, since the drama had yet to officially announce her participation, even if everything was pretty much set in stone. “ But you can always come and visit. I promise I won’t turn you away.” 

he doesn’t show any sign of feeling upset, and he isn’t. it’s even better, isn’t it? she can’t even pay attention to his words because she’s too focused on /him/, which is rather ironic on its own right. either way, any other person would be upset, thinking about how disrespectful that could be and how she should be more careful in not upsetting people like that. the thing here is; ryeohoon doesn’t mind. he loves it. he loves knowing that he can say so little, and really, maybe he could babble away about whatever and she’d still feel rather fascinated. 

“it’s alright, don’t worry about it.” he plays coy, shaking his head, as if he was the one feeling embarrassed about it. he’s not, but it’s okay, he plays the ‘shy’ boy role far too well. “but yes, it’s what’s supposed to happen when you try to find some privacy in a rather big party. i do know there was supposed to be a lot of privacy so people could feel more comfortable but.. you just never know.” wouldn’t be the first time he heard rumors of idols themselves selling information about their peers just for money.

and ryeohoon knows that above all, he has to be very, very careful with his doings.

he tilts his head, a smile spreading across her features at the announcement, “ah, really? that’s great! i mean, yeah, it’ll certainly restrict the time we’ll be able to see each other but, darling? that’s wonderful news. i’m sure you’re going to absolutely crush it.” one of his hands had slowly moves closer to hers, and now’s the perfect time for his index finger to place itself on the back of her hand, slowly drawing invisible shapes all over her skin. “i’m very happy and proud of you.” then there’s his free hand, coming up to take her chin between his fingers, eyes looking deep into her own, “a shame though, that i won’t be able to see you as often as i wish i could.” there’s a brief pause, and ryeohoon chooses his next words carefully, “it means i’ll have less chances to be with you, to...” he stops and shakes his head, “god, i’m being... too straightforward aren’t i? i’m sorry.”

but he’s not. he’s absolutely not. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

[fmdleon]

with: @fmdalyssia. where: alyssia park’s apartment. when: september 16th. time: somewhere between 10 and 11 PM.

he often wonders why does he do... the things that he does. what’s so entertaining about messing with someone that it somehow even becomes an addiction? the power it gives you, the pleasure you get from it. he can’t find an answer to that except for this, to the sort of euphoria his brain goes through when he knows he’s fooling around with someone, when he knows someone is looking at him like he’s the purest, nicest, kindest guy in the whole world. 

that’s exactly what alyssia park makes him feel. every time she looks at him he just knows he has everything locked down, like all of his pre-games had lead him up to this, to victory. 

and it’s sick and twisted. so much that a lot of people already know, that a lot of people are aware of that. but that’s the thing too, isn’t it? the rumors about him, rumors that alyssia has surely heard before but where is she? she’s right there, chair next to his, plates now empty. he sits there and he listens to everything she has to say, everything she has to share. he nods, smiles, makes comments where he has to make one. 

and he can see it in her eyes, that trust. oh, how it fuels him, “and yeah, we’re going to release a new song in two days. we filmed the music video not too long and-” he shuts himself off, waving his hand, “forget it, i somehow always manage to talk about work when right now... the last thing we should be thinking about is work and all that stuff.” ryeohoon tilts his head, a gentle smile adorning his features, “i’m happy, by the way. we didn’t have to wait long to see each other after the party. the lack of privacy was very annoying, but it is what it is, right?”

[fmdleon]

with: @fmdhanbyul. where: ko ryeohoon’s apartment. when: september 22nd. time: somewhere between 3 and 4 PM.

ryeohoon stretches his legs, tilts his right one a little towards hanbyul, who’s sitting right across in front of him. it’s subtle, but firm, wants the other to look up from his phone. 

days like this one are comfortable. the sun shines through ryeohoon’s curtains, the weather isn’t too cold, nor too warm, it feels okay, it feels nice. he often wonders if it’s just a coincidence or if destiny is trying to tell him something, because this perfect weather only happens when hanbyul is here, with him. 

“i made some changes to one of the songs,” he announces, because talking about work is clearly the best course of action to take to catch the other male’s attention, instead of straight up being vocal about how much he’s craving the physical intimacy; hilariously enough, as if he hadn’t gotten enough of it the prior night, and that morning too. “i’ll email it, though. then i guess you can tell me your thoughts about it and whatnot or whatever. figured those lyrics are more suitable than, you know, what i previously wrote.” 

work. it’s all supposed to be about work. 

but he gives in.

ryeohoon moves around until he finds himself crawling over to hanbyul, having zero shame when he takes his place on his lap, hands on his groupmate’s neck, “how satisfied are you?” he asks, and this is a question that requires two answers, but ryeohoon wants to play coy today, “with the new album, i mean.”

the ‘with me?’, he keeps to himself. 

they should be fighting. arguing. getting on each other’s nerves. but the thing is, that’s what the other CHARM boys would be seeing, that’s what they’ve been used to since many years ago. but then, when they’re alone, even though they can still fight, argue and get on each other’s nerves ( and they do ), ryeohoon prefers this; the calmness, the warmth. his hands and eyes on him, “be honest.”

[fmdleon]

fmdyujin‌:

one thing that yujin learned during her two years in this industry was that everybody seemed to have another side to them. it was inevitable with how exposed idols were all the time, and she understood the desire to hide behind a mask. sometimes she wonders if putting on a mask would be better for her as well, but then thinks about how important being genuine is. perhaps she’s still naive because she’s a rookie, but she likes appearing as herself at all times. 

the things that were said about ryeohoon were definitely… not pleasant. with how much she’s heard, she’s questioned his actions from time to time, but then he always appeared so sweet and kind in front of her that she ended up brushing it off. there was something about his eyes, and how they seem to speak the truth to her that she can’t help but fall for them—fall for him. 

“it’s the thought that counts. i would have been thankful if you sent a fern or something.” scrunching up her nose, she turned her body to face him. “parties really aren’t my thing. especially ones like this were it’s clearly only being held so someone can show off their wealth. i don’t mind the free food though. and the free drinks, i guess,” she stated while raising the glass she was holding up. “are you enjoying this extravagant party?” 

her first comment makes him laugh; genuinely. it’s sometimes like that, isn’t it? not so much what you give, but the fact that you give. he’s learned this since a long time ago, his parents always adamant on showing him that certain actions speak much louder than words. the thing is, ryeohoon has learned all about it but instead of using it for something good, he uses it to hurt people and it’s horrible.

“that is true. then again, aren’t all parties all about it? sure, it’s to celebrate whatever, but everything always comes down to whoever organized it.” he leans back, arms crossing in front of his chest, “but i’m right there with you. not so much because i dislike parties in general; i just prefer being at home. quiet surroundings. some... peace, i suppose.” this is true, and it feels natural when he shares this information with her, doesn’t feel like he has to lie too much. 

giving her a soft smile, ryeohoon tilts his head and ponders for a couple of seconds before nodding, “i guess i am? it’s not so bad. you said it, there’s free food and drinks, so there’s that.” he doesn’t move, doesn’t need his body to make the next move. his eyes though and his face will help his words, “besides, it’s kind of the perfect opportunity to see people i want to see.” he says and of course, he means her. “that’s why i’m happy about it and that’s, besides company pressure, one of the reasons i’m here.” 

[fmdleon]

fmdhanbyul‌:

It isn’t like Hanbyul is completely impervious to the adrenaline rush that going against the rules gives him. It just so happens that the stress amount of stress it puts him in outweighs the positives. It’s funny how different he and Ryeohoon are in that regard. “I’d rather keep this to myself,” he presses back and it’s only in part out of fear of the consequences. Another, maybe smaller but just as vivid side of him wants to keep it private because it feels special, something that only belongs to the two of them. 

He has no smart comeback to the other’s accusation and it makes his face flush in embarrassment. He has no patience when it comes to Ryeohoon, be it in the bad or the good. Hanbyul might’ve tried to reply anyway hadn’t the next part thrown him off so badly, startling him into sudden sobriety. For a moment he stood breathless, trying to slow down his heartbeat, will the goosebumps away again. He was safe. Ryeohoon had a big mouth but he’d never, never hurt him, he knew that. “No, please ask me,” he repeated shakily. He hadn’t meant his original remark to be like that, a formal request rather than a throwaway statement to rile the other up a bit, but now he needed the reassurance that the limits he set would be respected no matter what. “Please. I need this right now,” he added in a softer voice, staring at the other’s lips when he couldn’t find it in himself to look him in the eye. “Ask me and I’ll give you what I want, I just– I’m sorry.”

it hits him late. way too late. it’s only until the words leave his mouth and the way hanbyul’s expression changes that ryeohoon knows he fucked up. he swallows and tries to downplay the annoying feeling in the pit of his stomach. the thing here is: ryeohoon hates making hanbyul feel like shit. time ago, it was fine and dandy, as long as it was about minimal small things; like fighting over a bedroom or over the last bowl of their favorite cereal. small disagreements music wise, little things and more.

but this? this is something he never thought he’d do and the fact he’s hurt him, in a way and without even thinking about it just speaks volumes about how rotten his own personality can be, and it hurts him. he pulls back entirely, his hands however, reach out for hanbyul’s taking them into his. this is unlike ryeohoon. tenderness between them is rare, but when it happens, it’s because ryeohoon cares, and he cares a lot. “i’m sorry. you’re right.” he tells him, his eyes look into his, one of his hands moving up to press on his cheek, “you don’t have to apologize, i’m the one who’s sorry, byullie.” his voice is soft, always like a whisper. “please come home with me after the party? it’s okay if you don’t want to because i just fucked up but... yeah.” his hand drops from his cheek and holds his hand again, “i didn’t mean to, by the way. you know i’m a fucking moron sometimes.”

[fmdleon]

fmdhanbyul‌:

“Dumb– You never know what could happen!” Hanbyul bristled at Ryeohoon brushing off his worries so easily. It was principle, more than anything else, at least these days. They were good at this, a push and pull, the one paranoid, overly cautious, the other bold and sharp and almost reckless in his words. Hanbyul held him carefully anyway, this beautiful, infuriating mess of a boy, because if he didn’t in this exact moment his worries might overtake him again, steal his breath, drown him inside his own head.

“Shut up,” he hissed, punctuating his words with yet another kiss. Sure, they’d been careful but even being careful secrets like theirs were hard to keep in a group of thirteen, especially having shared their space for the past four years. He wasn’t sure how many of the others were aware of their strange relationship (other than maybe Jinsun who had always been unfortunate enough to be stuck with the two of them and their limbo between anger and attraction) but surely there had to be a few who knew something. “What’s so fun about this anyway?” His complain drifted into a soft whine. “We keep going behind people’s back when all you could do is be a little more patient. I can easily go home with you once I get Yuanjun back to the flat.” He carded his fingers through Ryeohoon’s hair. “All you have to do is ask. Nicely.”

there’s a very happy and pleased smile on ryeohoon’s face, because this is exactly what he likes the most about their dynamic, just how easily he can get a reaction out of hanbyul. but the thing is, there are times he genuinely does it just so they can laugh together and just have a good moment. sometimes yeah, he actually do it to piss him off. but tonight he knows he shouldn’t play that card, not when he knows just how nervous hanbyul can get. that’s why he holds him, and holds him tight; with certainty and need and greed.

oh, so much greed.

he often wonders if he’s seeing someone else. truth is, he doesn’t ever ask, because he knows just how much that possible answer could get to him. he prefers being in the dark about it, it’s much better that way. “everything about this is fun; don’t you like the adrenaline of it? the possibilities of anyone seeing us?” he kisses him back, this time much more needy than before, much more demanding. he laughs against his lips, “you talk about patience when you’re basically giving in to this. you know you’re not as patient as you like to think you are. besides, not like you can resist me.” and that bit was more than evident with all the time they had sneaked around in the middle of the night in the corners of the dorm. “asking something from you and nicely? the fuck do you think i am?” his head tilts and his lips attach themselves to his neck, “i don’t ask nicely. i take.” and he knows, he should know. “besides, why make me choose? we can have a moment here and then i can take you home.” greedy, greedy is what he is for him.

[fmdleon]

fmdalyssia‌:

“Need anything?” She murmurs, deeply contented in simply enjoying the presence of the male there. Ryeohoon never pushed Alyssia to do anything that she didn’t want in this relationship that they had–or was it even called a relationship? Alyssia often liked to think that it was. He was kind, and yet gentle towards her. Understanding. Everything she needed as a support when she desperately needed one. “Perhaps a kiss or something?” Its a joke, but still, Alyssia’s cheeks flush a deep red as she turns her eyes away from Ryeohoon, purposely looking across the pool and away from the male. “I was just kidding.” She adds quickly, feeling her heart slam in her ribcage, her fingers twining with each other. 

no one can ever beat ryeohoon at this game. he doesn’t even call it a ‘cat and mouse’ thing. it’s literally just a cat thing that he does. he’s always ready to attack, to find its pray and not letting go. cats though, they usually hunt and tear their victims to shreds, they destroy them with claws and sharp teeth. they destroy them with fast, agile, calculated movements. 

ko ryeohoon just happens to do the exact same and as alyssia fidgets around, he simply looks at her. he could stare at her body, but he doesn’t. rule number one: not showing vulnerability. so he looks at her face, her delicate features, mostly. when she comes to sit next to him, his eyes divert from her face, down to his hands. in case he couldn’t practically smell how nervous she is? her fingers would tell him everything right away.

“parties are the perfect moments that we have to share some time together. ah, it’s a bit annoying, isn’t it? wanting to be with someone and having to be... so careful? paranoid even.” not him, obviously. but he needs to show just how afraid he would be if they were to get caught. 

she’s cheeky though and he knows. the question comes with a motive and she shows it right away. he smiles, tilting his head at her, “yah, you wouldn’t want that.” he says, one of his hands gently cupping her cheek, coaxing her to look at him, “aren’t you afraid? anyone could see us.” he says, leaning closer, “and admittedly, i’m afraid people will see me with you. not because of you, but because of me. you know people talk... a lot about me. wouldn’t that hurt your reputation, hm? to be seen with me here?” his thumb brushes against her skin, “i don’t want to ruin your reputation, trust me.” no, he only wants to ruin her.

[fmdhanbyul-archived-deactivated]

“What if someone–” Hanbyul ignored the brewing unease in the pit of his stomach and pressed himself closer to Ryeohoon, eyes suspiciously scanning their surroundings. This party of Mrs. Park was a safe-ish affair, sure, but that didn’t mean that he was keen on accidentally outing himself to goodness knew how many judgemental souls present at this party. Goodness, he wasn’t sure either one of them had ever addressed whatever they had going on with the rest of CHARM, he really wasn’t ready to be caught sucking face with the vocal unit’s leader. Still, in spite of his worries and the fact that he could’ve very easily solved the problem – by pulling away, just not going there to begin with — his grip around the other’s waist tightened, holding him close like Ryeohoon were precious and frail, rather than brambles and venom and complicated. “If someone sees us I’m blaming it all on alcohol,” he muttered crossly. Alcohol was an easy cop-out, right? Hanbyul being drunk was an easy explanation for why he’d choose to lean in and kiss the other. There, uncomplicated.

with @fmdleon

[fmdleon]

no one knows, it’s a big, deep, yet perfect secret. it doesn’t bother ryeohoon, he often thinks the secrecy of the situation makes everything much more interesting, much more hotter, just much better. the thing is, hanbyul and him had been doing this for years, and even better: no one had a single clue about it. sneaking around the dorms at first had been as thrilling as it is sneaking into each other’s apartments nowadays. and tonight, as they sneak around the crowd, as they find a secluded corner in the back of the place, as hanbyul presses their bodies together; ryeohoon can’t stop smiling.

unconventional, this is what it is. he’s quick to wrap his arms around his neck, delighted at this. “no one is going to see us, don’t be dumb.” he tells him, with certainty. not like he definitely BELIEVES they won’t be found, but that’s ko ryeohoon to you, always acting tough and confident to hide the fact he’s actually a bit scared. he kisses him back, tilts his head to deepen the kiss. ryeohoon can’t stop thinking about how good the forbidden can taste. “and let’s face it. no one would believe that anyway. you, kissing your co-worker? someone you’ve known for years? sure, they would believe you. you know damn well people would know this isn’t new between us.”

[fmdyujinarchive]

it’s not that yujin was unaware of the rumors surrounding ryeohoon; she just chose not to believe in them. the things that got spread around this industry were toxic, and sometimes she’s learned that they weren’t even true. so what was the point of believing someone else’s words over her own experiences? the ryeohoon that she had the chance to encounter was ever so sweet. 

the flowers that he’d sent to her backstage were a perfect example of that. she hadn’t had the chance to thank him properly backstage with all those special performances she had to prepare for. thankfully, she had managed to spot him at the party and quickly yet secretly approached him. 

“hi.” the greeting came out quieter than she wanted, but she hoped he could hear her over the somewhat loud music. “i never got to thank you for the flowers during the concert, so thank you. they were very lovely.” 

@fmdleon // wrap party, september 1st

[fmdleon]

there are times he contemplates why, why does he do... the things that he does? why is there so much pleasure behind his horrible actions? what exactly does he earn from that besides feeling superior and mighty and like his ego increases more and more and more every single time that it happens? he doesn’t earn anything. not at all and he knows. he knows he’s just poisoning himself, and the people he tries to lure into his heinous tactics.

now there’s yujin, someone who could easily avoid him, someone who could easily believe what others say (because he knows, factually, that people talk consistent shit about him and it sure is well-deserved). but he plays his game and he plays it nicely, and there’s a smile here and a smile there, little actions, little things that he knows will benefit his lies. 

today, he uses flowers and when he watches her approach him from the corner of his eye, he can’t even help the smile that spreads across his face, “yah, you don’t have to thank me,” he shakes his head, lightly, “i’m just glad that you liked them. gifting flowers can be difficult, you never really know what kind to send. i’m glad i didn’t mess that up.” he tilts his head, takes his time to let his eyes scan her soft features. “are you having fun? everyone seems to be...” he looks around, “entertained? but not everyone loves partying. what about you?”

[fmdleon]

from the producers of: i bring you an emotionally available hyung to CHARM. here’s the new production of: i bring you now a non-emotionally available hyung to CHARM.

so yeah! rip jeongsoo, he will be missed because i LOVED my son. but now i bring you ryeohoon in his place. some of you already know him, he’s an asshole, sometimes lovable, sometimes not at all! he’s essentially the same boy you all know (if you read him before & whatnot) except for the fact he’s now in CHARM, that’s basically the only thing that changed! i will message people back, if we had on-going messages??? before the revamp.

but perhaps there’s new people i haven’t plotted with yet or even people in the group i didn’t get the chance to chat with? so please do feel free to like this post so i can dive back in your dms (or even if we were messaging already, please do it so i don’t miss you!) i can be very stupid to reply to messages sometimes, so better make sure! we can either plot on ims or discord (since it’s way easier finding me there), but i can adapt to whichever y’all babs prefer.

i’m just going to leave his links over here; PROFILE | BIOGRAPHY | SUMMARY (aka a tl;dr of everything). just like i said before, i would like to try a different approach to plotting, in which i’m not going to work on premade plots for him, so everything is up to whatever we can brainstorm & come up with or if you guys have any plots you think could fit him, throw ‘em my way! 

can’t wait to write with all of you! ♡

[jaemtens]

junhui’s brain probably: joshua = seat

[fmdalyssia]

For @fmdleon ; September 1 Pool Wrap Party

Parties were amazing, especially if they were occasional, or if they were held openly by three companies intent to make their artists meet. Alyssia thinks amusedly to herself as she watched the drunken antics of her friends, noting a fair few foolish actions that as she dipped her feet into the pool water, the cool ripples against her skin comforting, the chilly night hair a breeze against the one piece dress that she had worn to cover her swimsuit bikini underneath.

Fingers pulled the silky material just a little closer at the hem, the drink in her hands diminishing by the minute as she turned her long lashed eyes through the crowd, happily quiet and alone. She slips into the pool only minutes later, pulling the dress off her body with relative ease, desiring to feel the soft laps of water against her pale skin, the soothing crash of the mini waves in the pool over her face. Water has always been something incredibly comforting for her, but she fully doesn’t expect anyone to be out and near the poolside at this ungodly hour in the slightly chilly wind. 

She’d planned this nighttime swim rather meticulously afterall, so that she wouldn’t be seen by most if not all of the artists attending the party. Thats why she starts abruptly when Leon makes his appearance, a tint slowly rushing over her pale cheeks as she contemplated grabbing her dress and pulling it towards her.

Bad choice. Don’t do that. There aren’t anymore dry clothes for you.

She chides herself from thinking that almost immediately, wet fingers releasing their grip on the silken robe. Its slightly wet with the touch of her fingers, but nothing too serious. Alyssia curls slightly into herself as she tilts an adoring smile up at Leon. It had been around three months that they were…together. Or at the very least attempting to whatever this was that had bubbled between them. It was no doubt that Alyssia admired Leon, no–scratch that, adored was the more correct word for its all. 

“I thought you’d be inside with everyone else.” Her voice is soft but lilting, her smile slightly hesitant as she tilted her face up to Leon, still half hidden in the water.

[fmdleon]

ryeohoon hates parties.

ryeohoon loves parties.

no middle ground. he either loves them. he either hates them. the thing with him is that he has a reputation and one he fights hard to uphold, one he makes sure to sustain because for whatever, weird mechanical reason, he just absolutely loves paying tribute to his now given agenda of him being an utter, complete, irredeemable asshole. everyone knows, or at least, most people know. they whisper, they gossip, they share their thoughts about it and he doesn’t have much to say other than prove them right.

this party is a big example of that. he walks around and he knows they stare, either because he knows he has a nice face or because they know he’s up to no good. that’s fine, he thinks. he loves it when people talk about him, when the attention is on him, when everyone keeps talking about his little reputation here and there. it’s fun. it fuels him.

but what he loves the most about parties is that he gets to mingle. not like mingling is a very fun to do but it is when he gets to do it with specific people. one of said specific people of the night just so happens to be alyssia. sweet, naive alyssia. so pretty, so sad, and so, so, so gullible. he loves the way she looks at him, he knows and he feels the adoration in her eyes. he loves the way she talks to him, her voice is so soft, so gentle. he figures her tone is only dedicated to him.

he steps forward, leans over to reach for the silky dress, holding it between his fingers, as delicately as he would hold her if only he could do so right now, “and be bored? no thank you.” he responds, neatly folding it and setting it down on one of the nearest chairs. “i can’t say i’m surprised to see you here, though. i knew you would be.” he says, “and that’s why i’m here. it’s been... some time since the last day that i saw you, hasn’t it?” he sits down, close to the edge of the pool, legs crossed. “oh, unless you wanted some privacy? because if that’s what you wanted i can just go.”

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