cloud atlas

shin woojin ; 25 ; atlas ; leader/dancer “What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.”

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                                        THEME: DORM LIFE.

                          ASSORTED STARTERS AND SCENARIOS UNDER THE CUT.

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♛╎ escaffeine.

     — @glrxmoon​ ;

socializing; it’s a funny concept, really, one that walks hand in hand with being a part of the entertainment industry. all idols have to be social to some degree, some choosing to stick to their little group of colleagues while others are acquainted to about everyone with a name in this industry. as for woojin, however... well, he’s getting there.

it’s quite ridiculous, he came to conclude a while ago, how woojin knows more of some variety show hosts than he does about his own members. it is the very reason why the leader of atlas had decided to quit variety altogether a little over two years ago, and since then he’d slowly but surely been trying to grow closer to the four other boys he’s in charge of. though there is one member in particular whom woojin had always been fond of from the very start of their career, who he felt similar to in a way-- relatable-- and who he found was the easiest to talk to (at least for him). 

❝haeju-yah,❞ the maknae of their group, the boy who debuted at the same age as woojin was when he only started training at nebula black. maybe it was the leader’s secret wish for a younger sibling that caused him to fancy haeju, or maybe the fascination for the young but skilled vocalist who can not only sing, but play instruments as well, and write songs in a way woojin could only wish he could write. or maybe it’s a bit of both.

❝haeju,❞ woojin repeats as he further walks into the studio, rests a hand atop the small shoulder of a male seated at the desk. the maknae had been missing from the dorms all day already, so woojin had decided to pay the other a visit, free him from what the leader assumed were composing duties-- seems like he was right. ❝come on, haeju-yah, you’ve worked enough. let’s go get some coffee.❞

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♛; an introduction;

ooc (obviously); ‘ello yes hi your lovely boy next door coughs LJ here, with my precious little big boy woojin! just wanted to write a quick into to say hi, mention my twitter is @wongarbage for shameless self-promoting and plotting purposes (of course you can hmu in tumblr IM as well)-- but most importantly, some facts: 

➝ so this is woojin, stage name UJIN, twenty-five years old and debuted at the age of nineteen as the leader of ATLAS. 

➝ he’s a pretty well-known face on television due to his frequent participation in variety shows. he’s been a dedicated member of the running man team until late 2014 when he announced his withdrawal from the show to focus more on his group, as well as a frequent guest to other sport-related shows and the occassional dance shows to show off his incredible dancing skills.

➝ woojin’s specialty is fast-paced, modern/streetdance and popping. he’s taken dancing classes since the age of seven and pretty much sky-rocketed from there, mastering dances from professional classes only a couple of years later. though a skilled pop dancer, his true love lays with lyrical dancing, the art of conveying one’s emotions into choreography.  examples of his style; (1) (2) (3) (4)

➝ a charmer and an absolute gentleman, but don’t be fooled. woojin has no sexual experiences whatsoever and very minimalistic romantic experiences. he just has really good manners which sometimes fool people into thinking he’s smooth and flirty.

➝ ^^^ when he doesn’t talk, because when woojin does-- he’s absolutely no social expert and can only really keep a conversation going when it is about a mutual interest. though he can join in on a conversation with considerate ease, he isn’t one to initiate it. over the phone, however, he is considerably more talkative though messaging.

it’s late idek what i’m writing anymore so imma just-- plEASE LOVE WOOJIN A LOT AND PLOT WITH ME OK THANKS ♥

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The start of a new chapter.

Shin Woojin (Glory RP)

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🅰 game of cat and mouse.

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mpxyeong:

beautiful. gorgeous. stunning. it was almost as if a bird was singing his praises and hyungwon was basking in it. although subtly; on the inside he was smug and cocky and felt his giant ego swell, while on the outside, he acted shy, the words apparently turning him meek and coy and pliant. blunt teeth were gnawing on thick lips, the back of his hand covering them and muffling the tiny chuckle ( some would call it giggle, but those wouldn’t live to tell their tale ) that escaped him. he wanted to hear more, wanted to watch amazement and admiration dance across the dark and warm pools of the other male’s eyes, but the other male seemed to have a harder time with that than before, turning away and avoiding his imploring gaze. perhaps it was time to turn it down a notch. though, if hyungwon turned it down completely, he was almost worried their encounter would lead nowhere. the other male met his eyes again and hyungwon made sure to be the one to avert his gaze, shoulders pulling closer to his body and chin angling closer to his chest to make his shyness more obvious, make him look more endearing. “i just turned twenty. last month.” considerably young to be doing what he was doing and considerably younger than he felt and his amount of experience would promise. there were times when people attempted to make him feel ashamed of it and there was a time where that was possibly, but nowadays hyungwon liked to think that nothing anyone said could bother him, anymore. doe eyes met daniel’s again as he slowly pulled his hands away and placed them on his lap, his body language more demure than his clothing would allow. “daniel is not a usual name for korea. did you grow up in england? america?” and in an attempt to perhaps catch more compliments and make sure to not just seem like a dumb, uneducated dancer, he switched to english before continuing, “i went to school in england for eight years, actually. a boarding school. my family wasn’t there, it was a bit lonely.” the last part escapes his lips involuntarily and hyungwon was to look away to hide the dread that briefly plays over his features. he hadn’t meant to say that. no matter how tiny the detail is, he wasn’t one to share life stories with any of his victims.

a huge contrast there was, between the male as he sat by daniel’s side and when he was on stage. daniel had considered him shy, albeit extroverted, amiable in his words and actions, with an innocent curiosity resembling that of a young child. on stage, however, yeong was sharp, his confidence almost suffocating. he was risky and addictive, like a sweet toxic, with an alluring gaze that made daniel feel as if doe eyes cut the skin right off his body.

the difference was unrealistic almost, causing the young adult to question just exactly what kind of person he had gotten himself involved with — doubt which was all so easily dismissed as yeong’s body pulled together and daniel found himself once again captivated by the innocent beauty beside him.

❝ twenty? ❞ he repeated, voice laced with disbelief. surely yeong didn’t look old, but for a boy who had just left his teenage years behind to be working in a place like this... all in all the club was not a bad place, the performances considerably innocent compared to some other clubs out there, but daniel knew little about this world and could not differentiate a stripper from an adult performer.

❝ i-i am twenty-two, by the way. ❞ daniel quickly added as he realized he had been quiet for a moment too long. coal orbs glanced down as small hands folded over a thin lap, gaze lingering for a moment as daniel found himself growing more eager to protect such a fragile looking young adult, though it was probably — definitely the alcohol that made him feel that way.

the sudden change of language caused daniel to raise his gaze once more, surprise evident in his expression. ❝ america, yes. ❞ he responded without hesitation, and although the revelation was a comforting one, it did little to spark daniel’s interest. he, too, grew up without family, and he, too, had felt lonely for years. maybe some reassuring words would have been fitting in this situation, but instead daniel checked his watch, concluding it was about time for him to leave as it was past midnight already and he didn’t know what the streets of mount phoenix were at night. if they were anything close to the neighborhood he had grown up in, it would be a bad idea to roam the streets at night.

daniel glanced at yeong again, a frown tugging on his forehead. as dangerous as it possibly was, so it was for the younger male. he couldn’t just leave and let the boy fend for himself  — well, technically daniel could, but he didn’t want to. a sudden idea popped up, and with the alcohol starting to influence his speech and actions, the young adult suddenly blurted out; ❝ are you done for the night? i could... i could walk you home, if you’d like. ❞

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🅰 game of cat and mouse.

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mpxyeong:

the hot spotlights on stage were quickly making his skin feel warm, making his dark clothing seem almost too tight and too restricting, yet, he didn’t allow any of that to show. it was home. there were too many eyes glued to his skin ( yet, by far not enough ), those of the stranger he was trying to lure in being those he was chasing and reciprocating. once the music started, his heartbeat started to even out, the slight nervousness that was always present when he found himself on stage ebbing into something familiar. something serene. in total, he spend way more time practicing each and ever performance before he was able to show them on stage; nothing was spontaneous, even if he intended it to look that way. each and every sway was thoroughly rehearsed and repeated time and time again until hyungwon didn’t need the mirror to execute the movements perfectly, nor did he need to think to remember the steps. it was about equal to the feeling of riding a bicycle. he remembered the first time he found himself on a big stage. high school was a mixture between a daydream and a nightmare, but the threader had been his safe heaven. be it singing, acting or dancing, hyungwon loved it all. he enjoyed the cheers and admiration he was able to awaken within others, basked in their attention and compliments and inability to rip their gazes away from him. he recalled dreaming big, then. dreams about success and fame and a life in the spotlights. one could argue that that was what he had gotten, but it wasn’t the same. not for hyungwon. what he had was a temporary fix, but it couldn’t rival what he had been planning his life to become since he was younger. had it not been for the surprising reveal of his father’s origins, hyungwon would have remained remained in seoul, attempted to build up an acting career there before moving back to europe. in the end, a dream remained simply that. hyungwon found himself on a stage that drew attention with exposed skin and risqué performances and instead of allowing disappointment to wash over him, he kept telling himself, inviting that at least he still had the attention. at the very least he was having an impact on people’s lives. chasing one person after the other and watching them grow attached, allowing them to think they were growing closer, dependable and trusting and leaving a legacy in the form of invisible scars. they wouldn’t forget him, he would make sure of that. and hyungwon didn’t feel guilt. it wasn’t his fault that they fell for it, time and time again. they weren’t young teenagers, they should know better. they weren’t like hyungwon was, back then, they should know not to be so easily influenced. but none of them saw it coming. the man whose attention he was trying to grab with lingering gazes and beckoning gestures won’t know what was happening until it was too late, either. cheers accompanied his descent from stage and with a bright and blazing smile, hyungwon rushed towards the stranger. only slightly out of breath, he didn’t hesitate to take the seat next to him, to grab his arm and lean in, warm breath hitting the other male’s face. “how was it? did you like it, hyung? ah— you allowed me to dance for you, but you haven’t even told me your name.” a thick bottom lip pursed, teasing, “how rude, hyung. or am i being too pushy, asking for it?”

yeong had yet to appear on stage, and yet daniel had already downed the two drinks he had ordered only moments ago. his cheeks were flushed, burning even brighter as the alcohol began to kick in. why was he so flustered? daniel refused to come to a conclusion, remaining ignorant to the situation he had gotten himself into, but in the back of his head he knew that this was no ordinary bar, and the stranger he had just met wasn’t just going to cover a beyoncé dance.

another shot was ordered just as the smaller male entered the stage. daniel sunk back in his seat, hands curling into fists atop the arm rests as the pounding of his heart echoed through his ears. he was definitely getting too riled up already even though the performance hadn’t started yet, so only worse things were to come in the near future — all the more reason for daniel to chug down his newly served shot in one go, ordering yet another one before the waiter was able to leave.

the music started and daniel found himself captured by doe eyes, seemingly such innocent orbs locked onto him like a predator eyed its prey before devouring them. a warm shiver ran down his spine, stomach turning whilst butterflies ravaged his insides. he wanted to look away, wanted to avoid what made the young adult’s body feel so strange, but daniel couldn’t look away, as if yeong was holding his head in place — strung his eyes to that fragile looking frame, forced to follow his every move.

captured in a trance, daniel witnessed the entire performance, studied every move, saw every detail — and before he knew it, the performance had come to an end, dainty hands he had previously admired from afar, suddenly wrapping around his arm. daniel ripped his gaze away from the stage, hesitantly glancing at the male beside him. another shiver trickled his spine as warm air hit his already burning cheek, flushing his skin even further (if that was even possible at this point). 

❝ b-b-b... b-beautiful. gorgeous — y-you looked absolutely stunning. ❞ the young adult blurted out before he quickly turned his head away and cleared his throat. ❝ you did really well. ❞ he whispered more calmly as the other’s eyes were avoided. the question on whether daniel liked it, went unanswered however. he couldn’t answer it — couldn’t lie and tell that he enjoyed it. it made him feel things, absolutely, but daniel wasn’t someone who found pleasure in risky dances and questionable outfits. not in public, at least.

he took a deep breath, taking a moment to calm down before turning his head to face the other male once more, a small — clearly tipsy smile present on pink lips. ❝ d-daniel. daniel is my name. am i... am i your hyung, though? how old are you, i-if i may ask? ❞

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🆁eal life RPG.

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mpirene:    

Irene felt cold to her toes at the sound of the knock, followed by the voice of a male. Irene was in the middle of shocked and excited as she frantically finished up combing her hair. She knew more than enough that there would only be so much women in the gaming community, and although she could tell daevil was a man, a part of her wanted to believe that the other was actually a female like herself behind the screen.

Now she felt embarassed for wearing such a cute attire–it felt like going on a date. Her stomach turned at the thought of of such, and quickly brushed over whatever she had in her thoughts at the moment. She quickly wore her neutral-colored pea coat and the ankle boots she had prepared beforehand. She quickly grabbed her small wallet bag, which was enough to keep her keys, phone, and a few cash and her card. “Irene, you can do this.” She told herself before opening the door.

Of course, when she opened the door, it was a different story altogether. She was perfectly wording sentences in her mind, simple ones like greetings and asking how the other was, but those words couldn’t perfectly come through her mouth. “Uhm, hi,” was everything she could muster up. “Daevil,” she said after taking a few short seconds, “My real name is Irene. I-it’s nice to finally meet you.” She blushed, either because of the cold wind that lightly hit her or because she was more embarassed than she thought she would be.

“Uhm, there’s lots of bars here. Y-you said you wanted, uhm, a drink, right?”

his feet wiggled, eyes sternly focused onto the moving fabric of his shoes as daniel wiggled his toes out of pure nervousness. quite interesting they were — shoes, that is — the came in all shapes and sizes, in various colors and fabrics. some were perfect for summer, others for winter, and — the door opened, causing daniel to abruptly pull his gaze from the floor.

i’ll be damned. pink lips parted, small eyes widening as coal orbs took in the sight of a female — an adorable and absolutely gorgeous female, standing on the other side of the door. this... this was not what daniel had expected. not in his wildest dreams had he considered the possibility of his internet friend being a female gamer. the female gaming community was small after all, and the people he had seen playing his game had always been guys up until now. not that he minded — if anything, daniel was absolutely flattered to learn girls enjoyed his games just as much, but the problem was that this was a girl — in real life — and daniel had never interacted with a girl on friendly terms in real life.

❝ u-uhm, h-hello, irene. ❞ the male stuttered, fists clenching inside his pockets as blood rushed to his cheeks. oh god, how did one socialize with a female? a gorgeous female at that?  ❝ i-it’s nice to meet you, as well. i- i’m daniel. ❞ he introduced himself with a chuckle before he shyly lowered his gaze, bottom lip disappearing between pearly white teeth. this was going to be a long day, and daniel wasn’t sure he would make it til the end without his head exploding from embarrassment.

❝ bar! yes, uhm. ❞ daniel cleared his throat as he raised his gaze once more, taking one step back to allow irene space to leave her apartment. ❝ let’s go... to a bar, then! uhm, lead the way? ❞    

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Mark of Hades ☽ Callisto & Daniel

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She could have quit her job, however the Level Up store remained to be an almost mandatory -stop every time Callisto passed by Downtown. Video games and everything surrounding it were still a big part of her life, more than a hobby it was like a getaway. She had read online about a new game and curiosity lead her to check if the store already had it or not. Accompanied by her two lovely doberman, she ordered them to wait outside. Even though they obey her with no question, people felt uncomfortable around the two hounds and so Callisto tied their leash around the closest street lamp.

The place hasn’t changed, yet she knew a new owner had took the lead. Which made her wonder, if they would change anything. As a previous product manager, the girl only imagined it’s management to, well, adapt to the new owner. She had stepped inside with the goal of asking for the game, but the newest Pokémon game caught her attention and Callisto decided to leave the other game for another time.

Heading to the cashier, the girl noticed someone new, someone she never seen before. Although it was not the stranger’s face that intrigued, but what appeared to be a mark or a tattoo on his hand. The symbol, composed with a moon and a cross was rather familiar, she remember of laying eyes on it when she was studying and learning about her biological father. She had drawn it a few times, here and there. Was he, her brother? Passing her hand through her purple locks of hair, Callisto breathed deeply and decided to just approach him. “Hello I’d like to take this, please… And uh, that’s a nice tattoo.” She pointed to his hand and smiled, trying to not make her anxiety obvious. 

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although new to the job, daniel had quickly found comfort within the game store. the ambience lingering within the building felt familiar, and while the young adult struggled to socially put himself out there, he found himself easily getting along with the customers that visited his shop. of course that was because of a similar interest, and not because daniel was actually getting better at being social, but it was a nice change nonetheless.

restocking the shelves with some new releases, the bell that rang as the front door opened nearly went unnoticed by the shop’s owner. only when a vague shadow slipped past his view, did the young adult look up. shit, a customer. he quickly returned the covers he was holding to the pile on the floor before he scooted over to the counter, wearing the most gentle smile he could manage on his lips as fiddly fingers intertwined on top of the counter.

as the customer roamed through the store, daniel took the time to observe, letting coal orbs scrutinize the stranger’s appearance. eyebrows raised in a mixture of surprise and genuine interest, fascinated by the gorgeously long locks of purple hair — an odd sight, and yet somehow very fitting with the rest of the female’s appearance. she was pretty — attractive, in a way, and for a moment the male was too busy being mesmerized to notice the game she came to pay for.

snapping back to reality, daniel blinked, quickly averting his gaze down to the counter as he cleared his throat. ❝ a-ah yes. ❞ he croaked embarrassedly, flashing the woman a shy smile before he quickly scanned the object. at the mention of his mark, daniel glanced up momentarily, eyes widening before they fell back down to the odd lines on his hand. the sudden interest for the mark caught him off guard, having carried it all his life but only once did someone mention it before, and when they did, lots of strange things started happening. technically his only reason for being here at this very moment was because of that mark. perhaps this female knew something about it?

❝ — thanks. ❞ daniel replied after a moment of silence, casually, too shy to actually ask the girl if she knew anything about the mark. chances were she didn’t know anything at all, and how weird would it be for a stranger to ask for the meaning behind his own ‘tattoo’?  ❝ the uhh, that would be fifty thousand won, for the game. ❞ and so he tried to avoid the topic. ❝ nice hair, by the way. ❞   

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🐶 Woof! 🐶 | mingyu & daniel

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mpxmingyu:

Mingyu raised a brow, but he doesn’t judge the stranger (surprisingly). He puts his pup down and tells him to sit, and he obeys him, seeing as how his tone changed so quickly. Right now, Mingyu was really concerned for the stranger.

“Mister, are you okay? Well, you’re obviously not, but, why?” Mingyu said with a feint worry in his voice. “I don’t want to seem like I’m invading personal space or anything, but such a small thing…“ Mingyu looked down to his pup before looking back up to the stranger. Household pups were commonly harmless, but being pups was more reasonable than being afraid of water. At least dogs could bite you–and water? Even a drop wouldn’t hurt someone, unless that someone was a child of Cyhiraeth.

“That being said, don’t you think you should give them a chance?” Mingyu looked at the stranger, pleading like a child. “I mean, puppies aren’t all that bad…plus he gets vaccinated yearly, I swear. He doesn’t bite but I get him vaccinated just to be sure.”

shifty eyes glanced back and forth between the male and the little monster on the ground, sitting so quietly, so suspiciously still and unmoving — surely if daniel were to make one incorrect move, that devilish creature would strike, dig sharp teeth into soft skin and shred the young adult to pieces. just like the big black monster in his dreams always did.

daniel remained as still as he could — frozen in place, resembling a statue of some kind with only his lips moving as he replied;  ❝ i-i’m fine. ❞ he muttered, coal orbs averting down at the puppy once more as a pink bottom lip disappeared between pearly white teeth. admittedly, daniel had never been attacked by a dog, his closest encounter being the one he had just experienced. and really, it wasn’t much of an attack — he wasn’t hurt, just shocked by the sudden animal that jumped him. but still — even then, daniel could not find it within his heart to think positively of the little creature, even if this stranger — his owner, daniel assumed — claimed the dog liked him.

❝ i-i just... i... ❞ daniel stuttered, uncertain how to explain his fear for dogs, especially to someone who seemed to love them as much as daniel hated them. and he didn’t want to offend the stranger either by belittling the animals. ❝ it... it really doesn’t bite? ❞ he then asked, glancing down at the pup once more. ❝ i’m just... afraid they will hurt me. ❞ they chase after me, they growl at me, they bark at me — there were many reasons as to why the male avoided the creatures at all cost, but at that moment, with the little social skills he had, he could only voice one.

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🅰 game of cat and mouse.

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mpxyeong:

when the man looked away, hyungwon felt his lips twitch. it was obvious that he had a problem with eye contact, that he was nervous when supposed to reply and anxious when meeting hyungwon’s awaiting gaze. it was amusing, but he wasn’t allowed to show that. wasn’t allowed to show the personal joy he felt along with the achievement of having someone so easily wrapped around his little finger. still, the man seemed cautious and hyungwon was aware that whatever he was going to play, it had to happen subtly and go unnoticed. perhaps the one touch was too much, already — the man did end up pulling his hand away as if burnt. then again, it was satisfying to watch him grow flustered, stumble over his words and although hyungwon was most likely younger than him, it didn’t take a genius to conclude that he was the more experienced one. with how small and shy the other man seemed, hyungwon almost felt inclined to compare him to a mouse. it was fitting, considering he would peg himself as a cat and the game they were about to play. or at least, hyungwon was playing it. there was nothing more fun than allowing himself some time before devouring his dinner, whole. “you should sit right in front of the stage. then you’ll have a perfect view of me.” hyungwon explained, apparently completely oblivious to the other man’s refusal to touch him. he pinched the stranger’s shirt sleeve between lithe, tan fingers and gave the expensive fabric a gentle tug. “my name is yeong, by the way. remember it well so you’ll know whose fan you can say you are.” it was only a joke and hyungwon’s laugh only made it more obvious. however, he didn’t hesitate to get off the bar stool, one hand occupied with his drink and the other curling around the stranger’s fingers. “follow me, i’ll show you where you’ll have the best view.” the demigod flashed a coy smile over his shoulder before pulling the stranger to the table closest to the front of the stage. some gentlemen and older women had already taken a seat on the surrounding tables, their eyes falling onto him as he urged the older male to take a seat. “i really hope you’ll enjoy it. oh, and—“ he placed his glass on the table, eyes meeting the dark orbs that had been trying to avoid him a few times already. “since i have to go already, you can finish my drink if you’d like. and if you want more, just wave at the bartender. it’s on me.” with those words, he was off already, making his way backstage to get changed. he had promised a show and he would make sure to give the other man exactly that.

right in front of the stage, near the spotlight, in front of many other people. surely they were there not to watch daniel, but the people on stage. still, the anti-social adult did not like the idea of sitting at the very front. he did not object, however, obediently following after the other male as he was taken by the hand and led to the seating area.

the boy gave him his name, but daniel had long forgotten about it as chocolate orbs stared down at the bony fingers that were wrapped around his own. bony but warm, delicate, with skin so hot it was burning daniel’s own — no, it totally wasn’t the pounding of his heart and the rushing of his blood that set his skin aflame. though his gaze raised as they neared the tables, capturing the glances of several individuals, some of which were aimed at the couple — at him.

if he hadn’t been blushing this entire time, daniel certainly was now, the blood inside his cheeks boiling as he settled down upon the seat the other male had pointed out for him. once more, daniel raised his gaze, deeming a simple thank you would be appropriate at this very moment, but as gazes locked, his lips shut, sticking together like glue as the young adult drowned within the beautifully big, doe eyes of the stranger. 

daniel was drowning, quickly but painfully, the hands holding him underwater showing no mercy before he was abruptly pulled ashore as the other male disappeared from his field of view. thin, pink lips parting, inhaling a shivery breath as daniel relaxed tensed fingers he had not realized he clenched into fists before. ❝ ... jesus. ❞ he heaved out, closing his eyes momentarily before the male glanced over at the drink on the table. without hesitating, daniel grabbed the glass, chugging down the remnants of the stranger’s drink before he turned and waved at the bartender, signing he wanted not one, but two more drinks.

boy oh boy. what was he getting himself into?

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🆁eal life RPG.

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mpirene:

Irene was and is still a workaholic. She would bury herself in work and somehow always managed to reach the deadline. Well, it wasn’t a surprise that she met deadlines so quickly, seeing as how she had nothing else to balance. Currently, her life revolved around work and studying, and probably a bit of sleeping. Social life? Irene had none.

She had no parties to attend to nor any dates set up. She was in her solitude fortress, alone, where no one could bother her. Well, for most of the time. Seeing as how she never really had any sense of escape other than locking herself in her room, she had grown quite fond to anything she could do in it, mostly playing games. Oh, Irene may not look like it, but she’s quite active with playing online games. (She actually procrastinates for hours but no one really knows she does.)

Online, she feels like she has more free will than she does in reality. With no one knowing her real identity, online games have allowed her to mask herself into a whimsical meme overlord. She’s made a few casual allies (thanks to her wit and good techniques), but there was one that she had grown quite fond to over the player for a while. She’s come quite personal with him as well, even expressing her deepest wish of meeting the creator of the game they had met on.

When she heard that said friend, daevil, would be coming to Mount Phoenix, her shock was beyond what she could comprehend. She had never even thought that one of her one of her first few friends would be a demigod, and of the same heritage to boot. She wondered who his parents were (and even wished daevil would be a sibling, though she knows it’s too much to ask), and if her friend had any control over their powers.

Her mind was suddenly flooded with those memories before she heard her phone ring. It was a text, coincidentally, from daevil.

[ 📱–sending–📲 ] A drink? Like water?xD Sure, I’d love to drink! Which room are you staying at? I’m occupying Room #1 ^^ Welcome to Mount Phoenix, bro!

Irene was quite nervous–good nervous, if that made sense. This was her first time to be out with a friend, but she didn’t really have the proper attire for it. All her clothes were either jeans or leggings, plain shirts and hoodies. The only other choice Irene had was a cute blue mini-dress with frills on its skirt and long sleeves she bought from a store in the Bohemian district. Well, it seemed approriate enough. Hair and make-up? Gods help her, the only thing she could do at the moment was comb her hair and tint her lips with her cherry lip balm. This had been the only moment that Irene was thankful for her cute doll-like features, as she looked okay even without the make-up.

was he respecting a response? no. in all honesty, daniel wasn’t. of course he didn’t think so little of his friend to the point they would ignore his texts, but while he received many responses over the internet, the male wasn’t exactly good at exchanging text messages. most of the time, when he would send out a message, he would get no response. so after a period of constant rejection, daniel had eventually given up.

the reply had him chuckle softly, rolling his eyes in disbelief. surely daniel was a tad bit naive at times, but anyone would understand what someone implied by ‘getting a drink’, right?

a room number was given, and instead of replying through text, daniel decided to get up and head over to his friend’s address — which conveniently was only five doors down the hallway. slipping into his black sneakers and a long, beige trench coat, daniel grabbed his phone, wallet and keys and headed out the door.

it took no more than half a minute to reach the other’s apartment, though daniel hesitated for a good couple of minutes, swaying back and forth on his feet as he stared at the door. would it be okay for him to just appear in front of his friend’s home? or should he have sent out a text first? and who was this person exactly? they had seemed nice on the internet, but for all he knew he could’ve been in contact with some serial killer and daniel was about to walk right into a trap —

❝ stupid, stop overthinking... ❞ the young adult sighed at himself, rubbing his forehead before he took a deep breath and reached out, knocking onto the apartment door. ❝ hello? it’s uhh... it’s daevil. ❞ daniel called out hesitantly, hands stored deep inside his pockets as he bit down his bottom lip, nervously waiting for someone to answer the door.      

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🅰 game of cat and mouse.

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silence lingered between them like a veil; it also gave hyungwon the perfect opportunity to analyse. the other male seemed caught off guard, lost and nervous when faced with few simple questions. it made him curious, made him wonder what kind of profession he could have with his rather apparently lack of social skills. the previous question of wether he was faced with a successful business man or a rich young master seemed to have answered itself. still, hyungwon kept the mask on his face perfectly in place. with ease, he kept up the appearance of innocent curiosity, apparently slightly shy and flustered at his own words. the mask he wore most comfortably had also been the one he wore most. day in and day out; it was always easiest to fall back to what he already had and simply adjust his behaviour to his appearance. often enough had he been told that he looked lost and clueless. some even liked to call it slow and cackle behind opened palm. those, hyungwon always had the biggest joy in pushing towards ruin, all the while keeping up pretences of being that slow and clueless lamb. the man’s voice caught him slightly off guard, bringing him back from his brief musings. deep and even and smooth. it fit his mature and somber face and expression and hyungwon spend a brief moment imagining the same voice whispering against the shell of his ear as fingers slid along his spine. imagination was one thing, but judging by the man’s rather closed off and distanced body language, getting him there would be extremely hard. not impossible, however. not for him. “would you really?” hyungwon questioned again, allowing a hint of happiness to seep into his voice. subconsciously, he noticed, his fingers had reached up to play with the velvet around his neck. it had happened without him taking notice of it and most likely while he was briefly deep in thought, but it didn’t make the gesture any less bad. the ribbon was there to ground him, help him; it was his mask. usually, when hyungwon found himself touching it, it was to cover up nervousness or fear. most often, fear of rejection. but hyungwon didn’t have to fear. not when daddy had given him such a nice mouth and the ability to use it well. “it’s starting in a few minutes. i’m a bit nervous, still, since i only just started this week.” soft laughter pearled past his lips as hyungwon lowered his gaze towards the bubbly drink in his glass. “that’s also the reason for the drink. i was hoping to calm my nerves that way.” not even a full on lie. he glanced up again, meeting the other male’s eyes with a glint. “will you promise to stay and tell me what you think of it, afterwards? i feel like i’m not very popular, since not many people know me.” that, on the other hand, was quite far from the truth. a small hand reached out, settling delicately over the man’s and giving it a tiny, fleeting squeeze. “but you have to be honest. i can’t improve if you’re not, right?”

daniel had gained himself a moment of unsuspicious silence, which he used to his advantage in order to inspect the stranger further. he definitely looked young — most likely younger than daniel himself — and emitted a sense of innocence and security. all false — all but an act put up by a skilled performer, but daniel had fallen for it. not only that; he found himself quite smitten by the other’s appearance, gaze lingering on soft, plush lips as he slowly chugged down his drink and wondered to himself whether they were natural or not. either way, they were extremely pretty, and the game developer found himself considering creating a character with similar features for one of his games.

then his gaze shifted to the velvet ribbon around the stranger’s neck, eyes focusing upon the thin fingers as they swirled the silky fabric around soft skin. the subtle action caused his heart to jump — but this time not in anxiety, though daniel did not know what else it could have been.

finally he forced his eyes to move away, glancing over at the bartender once more as the young adult passed over his now empty glass and signed for a second one. then his head lowered, slender fingers pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as daniel carefully examined the creases in his pants.

❝ i’m sure there is no reason for you to be nervous. though... it wouldn’t hurt to observe and offer some feedback. ❞ with the lack of eye-contact, daniel found it easier to reply, the confidence and calmness in his voice making up for the lack of it shown in his body language. though a soft and warm, delicate touch to his hand forced the man to look up, eyes slightly widened in surprise at the other male beside him.

❝ u-uhh—  ❞ daniel croaked through slightly parted lips as blood rushed to his cheeks. his hand was pulled away on instinct, burning fingers curling up into a fist as his thumb softly brushed across the touched skin. ❝ o-o-of course— of course i’ll be honest. ❞ he then said quickly, gaze averting to the stage behind them. ❝ s-so where... where should i sit to watch you properly? ❞