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( hey, everyone! so i’m back from my hiatus and i see a lot of things have happened and i’m so lost but i want to welcome everyone who’s joined in my absence! if you’d like to talk or plot, don’t hesitate to askbox me! orrrrr like this post and i’ll dive into yours, easy as pie! i like pie. )
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of myth and legend - the Midas touch
Intoxicated Tricks | mt & bbh
“I understand it had a pretty hard kick - it’s quick, but it tastes like ass.” The alcohol thrummed through his bloodstream as he spoke and he could almost feel it messing with his brain, vision already spiking, colour more vivid, though as he redirected his gaze to land on his friend, the view seemed to lag behind the movement of his eyes, but so insignificantly he only just noticed. It wasn’t an entirely new feeling, but it was quicker, stronger than when just brought on from a simple beer or cider.
baekhyun is far from gone, but he’s well on his way and that’s all that matters. although not an avid drinker himself, hehas no trouble pouring himself one on occasion—and today is definitely anoccasion, even if it was just him hanging out with mark. it’d been a while since it’d been just the two of them, so, there’s his excuse. when mark complains about their choice of drinks, he laughs. “probably the same reason we’re drinking it,” which is because they’d gotten tired of the beer and wanted something that would add more fuel. now that he feels like he wants to spew fire, he’s not so sure whether that’s a good idea anymore. “damn right it has a kick. i imagine ass tastes better than this,” although he wouldn’t really know. baekhyun tilts his head to look at the clear liquid in his shot glass, as if weighing his options. he could either finish it and feel his throat burn and shrivel up some more, or he could—nah, he’s going to drink it. tipping his head back, he knocks the shot back and drains it of its remaining contents, immediately pulling a face in distaste. “oh, god, i think i’m going to throw up—” but luckily he doesn’t. pulling himself upright, his eyes suddenly widen when the best idea ever comes to him, hitting mark’s arm in his excitement, like an overeager pup. “hey, hey, hey, hey—” had he said ‘hey’ yet? “i have an idea—you should show me a few moves, dude.” yeah, that sounds like a great idea; baekhyun’s always wanted to learn how to dance, and mark is the best candidate to teach him. “like—those flips you did during that class i watched. i wanna learn how to do that, teach me.”
stay golden feat. bb & ss
fnxseungwan:
shame, once again, her efforts and advances heading towards a more and more futile position. “puppies ?" wow. what a change of character for her ot even me a metre’s distance from an animal. her sneer wakes up on her face and her look of disgust is shining onto baekhyun. "i’m glad you were joking…" she says as she fakes placing in two fingers down her throat, emphasising the disgust. "why would you voluntarily be around animals anyways ?" she exclaims, how severely atrocious.
despite the fact she’s insulting him—kind of, he guesses—baekhyun can’t help but snicker in amusement. “you forgot, didn’t you? it’s okay, you’re old, obviously your memory isn’t as good as it used to be.” and so he reaches up to pat her head, telling her it’s ok. not everyone could be as sharp-minded as him, obviously. “of course i go there. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen you restock the ice once.” ah, a sight he’ll surely not forget soon. although he empathizes with her, baekhyun can’t feel sorry for seungwan; mostly because there’s nothing about her that screams ‘pity me’, she has a strong personality and carries herself with poise. even if she thinks she might’ve hit rock bottom, baekhyun’s pretty sure she’ll be fine. “see? that’s the spirit. you know – instead of trying to find gold where there isn’t any, maybe you should just count your losses and start from scratch. you’re dionysus, and if i remember correctly, dionysus was no beggar.” shaking his head at her blatant disgust, baekhyun clicks his tongue. “because, dear seungwan, unlike us gods, kings, mortals, humans… animals don’t know the concept of wrath, or vanity, or pride, or greed. they’re honest, it’s all about instinct for them. that’s something to admire.” at least it's something he admires. “as for pets, for dogs—there’s unconditional love there. it doesn’t matter how you look or what you wear, or how much money you have, they’ll love you anyway.” and baekhyun, he can appreciate that kind of loyalty in someone; but that might be tied to him having commitment issues and all.
“but best of all,” he squeezes her shoulders to emphasize, “they can’t talk.” a mock-innocent smile tilts his mouth up as he lets go of her, bumping her hip with his. “c’mon, i’ll buy you something to eat. nothing too expensive, though.”
bendy straws — bbh&pcy
chanyeol is just about ready to express his surprise over baekhyun saying thank you of all things when he follows it up with but also, you suck. ah, and there it is. the pub owner slowly shakes his head. and he had been doing so well up until then.
when baekhyun slurps down a good amount of the bottle’s contents, however, his eyes widen in alarm. “slow down, stupid—otherwise you’re seriously going to end up choking. and since i don’t know that maneuver thing or whatever you’re supposed to do, you’ll probably end up dying in my pub. that’s not good for business.”
of course he can’t let him have the last word, because baekhyun is the type of person who falls over himself to take care of animals but can’t care less for the plight of humans… okay, maybe he’s not that kind of person, but still. chanyeol’s eyelids droop more and more the longer baekhyun continues talking. his eyes are nearly closed by the time the other is finished with his far-fetched theory.
"and how do you know for sure that i have stored banana milk here just for you?" he asks, turning his nose up. "for all you know, i have other customers who order it. aren’t you presumptuous, byun." chanyeol smiles smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. let’s see him talk his way out of that.
bemused with chanyeol’s reaction, baekhyun wrinkles his nose, waving away his concern. “don’t worry, i won’t choke. i’ve perfected the fine art of swallowing, thanks.” a pause as he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “that was sarcasm and it sounded a lot less filthy in my head. i’ve been spending too much time with sora.” leaning forward to look over and behind the bar, he snatches one of the small bowls filled with peanuts, wanting a snack for himself. he sits back down with a smile that spells trouble. “besides, if i do suffocate, you can always stick your tongue down my throat again like that time you were drunk off your ass and thought i’d die because i’d swallowed my gum.” though baekhyun knows his friend is far from dumb, that hadn’t been one of his finest moments. of course chanyeol’s tongue wasn’t long enough to reach his stomach… but, at the time, baekhyun (also drunk as hell) had appreciated the gesture and proclaimed chanyeol a hero. good times. “ah, right. the other customers who order it.” baekhyun chews on a peanut, lips pursed as he seems to consider this option. maybe he should give it a rest, but bothering chanyeol is so much more fun than that. “so where are these other customers? i come here all the time and i’ve never seen anyone else order it. should i ask one of your bartenders, they’d probably know better than you, right, manager?” one eyebrow raises as he looks up at chanyeol mock-curiously.
be natural ➸ (past) bbh & psy
Before he can say anything, she’s escaping into the bathroom.
outside, the rain is pouring. it makes baekhyun feel grateful that he’d asked joy to seek shelter with him, because he doesn’t know what would’ve happened to her if he hadn’t. besides, even though they’d been strangers only about an hour ago, he already feels as though they’d grown to be friends; it was comfortable, talking to her. who knows, maybe they’d grow to be even closer in the future, all because of him taking a short cut through the park. “vegan?” huh, that… did not come as a big surprise, somehow. nodding to show he’d heard, baekhyun taps a finger against his chin and briefly wonders where the best place to order would be. but when he opens his mouth to ask for recommendations, the words abruptly die out in his throat as she pushes something—some things—into his hands. surprised at the sudden gesture, he looks down to find— chestnuts. baekhyun smiles to himself, somewhat bemused, pondering what she’d like him to do with them when she tells him they’re for him. oh. “for me?” he repeats, rather dumbly, cradling them between his fingers. that’s… really sweet of her, actually, and baekhyun’s smile turns fond. “thank—” he starts, except she’s already hurried off, so he calls out after her, “thank you! i love chestnuts!” just to make sure she knows he appreciates her gift.
he gently sets them down on his kitchen table, still unconsciously grinning because of the gesture as he heads towards his room, trying to find something suitable for joy to wear. it’s at times like these that baekhyun would’ve liked a female presence in his life, because he has absolutely no idea what’ll fit her. ah, if only his mom could see him now, she’d probably ask him why he’s always bringing home strays.
he ends up picking out a simple white shirt and the smallest pair of jeans he can find, thinking this’ll do until they can wash her clothes. knocking on his now closed bathroom door, he hopes she can hear him. “joy, i’ve left some clean clothes right outside, okay? i’ll be in the kitchen, take your time!”
time to order some (vegan) food.
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hesitating for a moment to grab it, she bites at her lip — before scrunching up her nose and huffing. twisting on her feet, she shuffles into the kitchen to retrieve it, stumbling over her feet with a curse before she’s stumbling right back out and into baekhyun’s vicinity. she holds her hand out with the kit to him, frown marring her features and looking everywhere but him.
"here," her voice is small.
despite everything, baekhyun can’t help but snort in amusement when she goes from calling him a girl to saying he has nice hands. “i don’t know whether you’re trying to insult me or compliment me,” he says, choosing to focus on her words rather than her actions, eyes crinkling at the corners as he teases. taking everything in stride is kind of what he does best. he’d be a fool not to notice her shift in demeanor, although he doesn’t mention it or the audible crack in her voice as she pulls away from him. baekhyun only nods when she tells him to bandage her up, watching her shuffle into the kitchen with a slight smile. at least he’s gotten the message across that she doesn’t have to go through this alone, or so he hopes. standing up from his seat, he takes the kit from her when she returns, opening it up to look inside. bandages, disinfectant—at least they have everything he needs to treat the wounds. “okay, c’mere. we’ll have to clean them up first,” because something tells him she hasn’t, and he really doesn’t want her to get an infection. a doctor he might not be, but he’s treated plenty of injured animals before. that’s kind of the same thing, right? it’s with a hand on her back that he guides her back to the kitchen, placing the emergency kit on the counter because there’s something else he needs to do first. with an apologetic smile, he lifts her arm, thumbing at one of the bandages. “this is going to hurt,” he warns, but there’s nothing he can do about that—he needs to remove the old ones first. still, he tries not to hurt her too much as he gently begins to peel the bandages off, taking his time in doing so to avoid inflicting anymore pain. he hums absent-mindedly, “do you want to talk about it yet?”
kiss kiss! * ; sjh & bbh
( * — so it is a great thing, thank god he picked up— otherwise, she would have been screaming out her lungs just to get him to pick up and if he did not, she would drag her feet all the way to his house and get him to stop whatever he was doing ; that was seohyun to baekhyun— she is rather short-tempered when it came to him, rigorous and upright was her aura, but regardless (she still appreciates his very existence and was fond of being around him— he was her best friend— )
.. you idiot. you better blarmy get your arse here soon.
( * — her tone stiff, a dash of annoyance added— she is rather impatient, considering there was nothing better to do but stuff her face in food but seohyun was not really fond of eating at the moment— since after all, it is much better to eat with company than alone, she rarely had appetite whenever loneliness embodied her )
hurry up. hurry up— i’m getting impatient, you rascal.
( * — hangs up, she puts her phone back on the counter and waits til she hears an audible knock or some sort of noise against her door and hopefully, it is not the neighbour’s pet pestering the living bloody hell out of her— )
wait, wha—? { `— do they have plans he forgot and doesn’t remember, because he doesn’t think they do— } why am i coming over, i’m in the middle of a game, joo— { `— but she’s already hung up on him, and baekhyun’s not entirely sure what to do next; abandon his game or risk seohyun’s wrath—the latter seems worse in this scenario, so it’s with another sigh that he decides he’ll go with the former, and suddenly he’s on his way to meet up with his best friend and find out just what the hell she wants that she couldn’t tell him over the phone } can’t believe this, i was this close to winning the game— { `— despite his grumbles on the way there, it doesn’t take him long to arrive at her front door, tapping it with his knuckles; balancing on his heels as he waits impatiently—maybe she'll give him food... } open up, it’s me.
el dorado | sora & baekhyun
"Yo, Baekgu. You’re not busy." The words are a statement, not a question; she knows very well that he’s been having more free time than lately after the job he’d worked at had closed down, so she continues. "Come and watch my modeling shoot- you’ve never been to one of them, right?" She rattles off the address of their location before he can protest, leaning back into the wall with one hand playing with the hem of her gown. "You owe me anyways, after that stupid dog took a piss all over my shoes. The least you could do is show me some moral support."
cruella de vil, cruella devil, if she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will— baekhyun eyes the other side of his couch, where his phone is alerting him of an incoming call. sora’s incoming call, to be exact, because that’s the ringtone he’d given her about a year ago. for a brief moment, he considers ignoring it, too busy lounging, but if she found out he’d ignored her she’d probably skin him alive. so it’s with a sigh that he reaches over and picks up. “hey, princess— of course i’m not,“ his answer drips with sarcasm, clear and heavy. despite this, he doesn’t bother to tell her she’s wrong, because she’s not; he’s been bumming around the house for the past week, looking for a job. of course he hadn’t anticipated the shelter closing down, but now that it’d happened… well, he’s not exactly used to the whole being unemployed thing. not to mention all this free time hasn’t helped lessen any kind of stress but only added to it; if he doesn’t find a job soon he’ll probably become homeless and wander the street for all eternity and—okay, focus, baekhyun. tuning back into the conversation, his face scrunched in mild confusion and slight distaste. “why would i want to watch your modeling shoot—why do you want me to watch your modeling shoot?” obviously he doesn’t have anything better to do, but watching sora model isn’t at the top of his list either. from what he’d heard from chanyeol, it was pretty damn boring. still, seeing as he doesn’t have a schedule and sora is his best friend—she’d asked him for a reason, right? and she’d probably do the same for him—he doesn’t have to think long about his answer. “fine, but you’re taking me out for dinner after… hey, are there any hot models there?” now that would be interesting. typing the address in on google maps, baekhyun uses his phone’s gps to locate it. it’s not too far from his place, so he takes his jacket and keys and heads out. “did the pup piss over your ego too, is that why you want me to come over?” the corners of his mouth curl as he teases, quickly flashing his neighbor a smile when she eyes him weirdly. “need me to kiss it better and tell you you’re still a star? sounds more like a job for whatever incompetent asshole you’re seeing right now.” as soon as the words leave his mouth, baekhyun bites on the tip of his tongue, grimacing. sure, with sora, he doesn’t have to sugarcoat anything; but that doesn’t mean he should say whatever comes to mind either. sometimes baekhyun wishes he had more of a brain to mouth filter. “i’ll be there in ten minutes.”
xo ➸ bbh & dks
Kyungsoo almost snorts his drink on his pair’s face at the mention of dancing. He had plenty of time before to observe the other couples on the dance floor, and they all seemed so classy, like they were trying to fit the elegant atmosphere in all possible ways. It’s not that he’s not good, but he had never really attempted this kind of moves.
"I’ll let you know I’m not the best out there, too." He smiles in what he hopes is a charming way, trying to make up for the unflattering face he must have pulled just a few seconds ago. His hands wrap around his glass one last time, tipping it all in one go because he’s like a natural at this. When he takes Song-yi's hands and stands up from his stool though, he can feel the effect of all his shots at once, but he doesn't show it, cautiously balancing himself on two firm feet.
He thinks he’s doing well in hiding how much he had before his date arrived, and hopes the alcohol will wear off with the dancing — he also hopes the DJ will change the rhythm right now as they’re still walking because it’s about time people start jumping instead of swaying on various states of enthusiasm.
the reaction he receives at his invitation to dance has him stifling hislaughter, because that’s exactly how baekhyun feels about dancing. he honestly wouldn’t even have suggested it if it weren’t for the mask, it gave him the false bravado he needs to lead his date out on the dance floor with confidence.
“it’s fine, we can just see how it goes. if we both suck at it, i’ll pretend to break a leg after the first song and we can go someplace quiet so you can treat my injuries.” even though he manages to keep a straight face at that suggestion, the mirth in his eyes is obvious by the way they crinkle. (they’re going to make complete asses of themselves.) the alcohol already in his system is enough encouragement for him to go out there and actually break a limb, because sometimes you have to take risks and—just do it, baekhyun tells himself, so he lifts his arm to twirl minjoon under it, bursting into laughter when they stumble into each other a brief moment later. okay, apparently baekhyun can’t even do that right, but he doesn’t really care, pulling minjoon closer to him. luckily for him, or for them both, the mood changes as the DJ switches the song into something more lively and upbeat.
“okay,” he talks over the music, mouth still wide into a grin as he begins to sway, “this is much better.”
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