SEDATED ,

oh sehun, an orphan with metal manipulation residing in nb 118 "our veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy."

[gmxsehun]

+ colors

HE DOESN’T KNOW LOVE. he isn’t ashamed to admit it. at three, he was abandoned. at nine, a show-dog for the family adopted. at thirteen, a vagabond numb to the touch. at twenty-one, he’s a host. a cheat. a flirt. and at the earliest hours of the day with soft tender choi jinri nestled against his chest, sehun dares to imagine himself as a viable boyfriend type of thing. 

he doesn’t know love, but sehun supposes at his age he’s learned about adoration.

he’s learned about the power that choi jinri possesses, strong enough to steal oxygen dry from his lungs and replace it with herself—a silent confession he’d like to imagine between hungry mouths—crawling down his throat and coiling around the jaded heart, the dismal soul.

he adores her, protective with fervidity only last shown toward an abandoned feline, one that he, at such a young age, failed to protect. along with the last of his childhood innocence.

but jinri is not a cat and surely, surely, sehun can do better with her.

he wants to be. 

better, anyway.

“jinri,” gruff, his voice rumbles against her ear, hand slipping under her shirt for something to hold onto, to steel himself against the ghosts, the skeletons, with the slow beat of her heart. “wake up.”

[gmxsehun]

+ starve the demons

[gmxsehun]

gmxhan:

"now now, what about me is naughty?” it seemed as if every friend of his was aware of just how chaste he’d been as of late. though it might have been asking for a fresh joke to be cracked open, han paid it little mind and pulled on his clothes piece by piece, “are you in the middle of a riot or something, what is that blaring?” brows furrowing, the male slipped his feet into boots a half size too large—“a club?”

the fact that sehun had no clue where he was served as a greater revelation to the gravity of their situation. well, fuck.

"no, you don’t do jack shit." he muttered, moving to the door and picking up his keys. with a quiet click, han left the small apartment and locked the door behind him. the faster he got there, the better, and not for the first time, he found himself envying the ability of his roommates to travel as they pleased without the inconvenience of traffic, "stay right where you are and tell me what you can see."

nothing short of demanding. he hardly cared to control his tone, nor did he focus on much else aside from the blur of voice and music as he found his car in the parking garage and started the engine—

"are you there?"

“you living closely with two attractive women and feeling nothing.” he replies simply, tone dancing near the realms of teasing and sheer amusement. “you’re not switching teams are you? because i didn’t call you to end up waking up spread eagle in your bed.” a significant pause, mind befuddled and slower to process as he takes a breath, words slipping freely. “no homo.” wait.

“no—does that even make sense?” sehun shakes his head, mouth spontaneously drying within seconds as he struggles to generate more saliva in his mouth, briefly wondering if an invitation of another’s tongue in his mouth would solve that particular problem quicker. “club--? yes…i think… this is a...club.” finishes, albeit dumbly, the soles of his shoes heavier than sehun last remembered as he slips up the steps off the dance area—grin twisting as he offers the beautiful woman in passing a wink, hand ghosting over full hips.

“what was that?” it had slipped his mind completely that he was on the phone, half lidded eyes lowering to the number written across his palm—“when did that get there?”—before he focuses once again on his friend’s words, continuing on with the hunt for the bar. “women. lots of women—cheap perfume—giant apple.”

a notable pause.

“i can’t tell if the apple’s real or just me.”

at the very least—he’s honest.

[gmxsehun]

+ starve the demons

[gmxsehun]

gmxhan:

god only knows what time it is when his phone rings. han doesn’t chance looking at the clock, lest he finds himself pissed off, but reaches blindly for the device on his nightstand. his eyes are barely open by time he slides the icon to accept, grumbling under his breath, “hello?” whose face had that been on the screen? the likes of oh sehun wouldn’t be calling him at fuck o’ clock in the night for nothing…

and so he refrains from being too harsh on his friend, “what the hell do you want?”

not too harsh. despite his words, his tone flirts with concern; with worry that blends seamlessly with exasperation, “something tells me that it wouldn’t be the first time, sehun-ah.” while he speaks, han drags himself from bed and pulls his clothes from the floor. his finger slips over the icon for speaker phone. the dull thumping of music emanates from his phone, drawing a wry chuckle from the male—

"where are you at? i’ll come and rescue you, princess."

the gruff voice that greets him is expected—mostly—give the time and place. but sehun finds it mildly hilarious than anything, prompting another laugh spilling from loose lips as his thin frame slacks against the metal, absently bending it to lift his head up the slightest—honestly mere seconds away from forming a metal cocoon around the manipulator for the sake of good rest.

and a safety zone from overzealously intoxicated women.

“it wouldn’t,” he starts bluntly, another guffaw escaping as his mind travels to past misdemeanors, eyes following the multiple shades of blue from the strobe lights while his veins continue to burn underneath the dermis. “but that doesn’t make it okay, naughty han-ah.” the metal manipulator chides him playfully, hand lifting to swipe at the slope of his neck as his face screws up with just a bit of distaste at the layer of sweat coating it.

“i’m—where the hell am i.” the lanky male frowns, mostly unaware of the fact that he had voiced his own thoughts as his head lifts to get a better look at anything past the dance floor before promptly deciding that he wouldn’t—for the hell of him—be able to find an answer laying around.

“—ugh.”

with that, sehun stands, fingers curling around the mobile device in his grasp as he speaks—as pleasantly as humanely possible for the likes of him at the moment—into it, swaying from side to side with every step toward no specific direction of actual helpfulness.

“one moment sir, i will find out for you.”

[gmxsehun]

it has been slow and im going to try breathing some life into this kid before i think about revamps or whatever--so please like this to plot out a script or a short para or something!

[gmxsehun]

(` it is with lax steps that the lean male weaves his way through thick grass, scratching an itch on the back of his neck absently; for one, sehun wasn't too pressed to be roaming about in the likes of spring--whatever the once in a lifetime thing was, it wasn't going to beat being stuck in a hotel with a seemingly hormonal sadist clown any time soon, anyway ) -- (` still, the giant spider that springs at him from the grass is enough to draw a jolt out of the metal manipulator, lifting a hand to form a metal plate with ease to slap the thing out of the way with a sigh in relief--freezing only when he hears a shout of terror in which the direction of the spider flew. ) well.

[gmxsehun]

+ but a lip lock

[gmxjinri-blog]

( * a scrunch of the nose, again—funny, how an expression can so quickly become a defensive mechanism—before she takes a bite, expression twisting into one of quiet delight; the taste is one of nostalgia, though she’s quick to to discard that sentiment, rather focusing on the sweet warmth that the snack brings, the sweet warmth that rings without a bitter after taste.  she swallows at his words, chin jutting out as her lips press out a quick ) within reason.  ( * a huff that borders on the edge of amused, chin reassuming its normal position; brows raise and curved lips pushing out a ‘pfft’ ) really?  ( * a bubble of laughter ) we’re at a festival and that’s wha— ( * another spurt of amusement, impish mirth ) i love it, let’s do it.  (  * chews on her lower lip and offers a hooked arm; nonchalance comes easy in the midst of joyful anticipation )  they have these all too often anyway.  

[gmxsehun]

(` his mind wanders ever so briefly to the taste of taiyaki on his tongue, chewing absently as he tries to piece the last time he's even had the snack. if memory proves right, it was a little over half a decade ago on his brief trip to japan before heading to china--beautiful place, nasty people, however ) what's within reason for you? (` poses his question idly, a bit of curiosity tinting his words as a brow quirks at the laugh, chuckling a bit himself ) i'm glad you agree--there's not much to do with festivals, y'know. eat, game, brush with strangers. (` he hums, taking the offered arm with a wry grin ) i'd much rather do something where it's just you and me and i can pull you close. (` and there goes that game all over again, though sehun doesn't stray on it much, releasing another laugh before he takes the lead to steer the woman away from the festivities ) you're right though--they have too many of these, probably because everyone wants excuse to show off their mutations. (` nods toward the fire breathers--still performing at this hour, at least they had quite the interested crowd ) back to the hill i found you on, princess?

[gmxsehun]

hey man ik im slow on para replies and shit but if any of you guys ever want to plot/rp with this fuckboy please hit me up (or just like this yanno)

[gmxsehun]

+ starve the demons

he doesn’t frequent clubs. when it comes down to it, the likes oh sehun was more for bars than being stuck between sweaty and intoxicated bodies—but there are special circumstances, for instance, sehun would most likely throw himself into the scene for likes of money. he’s a whore in that sense when it comes down to it—and if the woman he was entertaining for the evening wanted to pay him for grinding against her, why not?

but the woman is drunk hours into the night and sehun—sehun’s veins are on fire.

the flashing light in the club easily blurs with the image of the nameless (faceless) woman grinding against him, slender fingers slipping under his shirt—feeling and clawing—as wine stained lips mark its sloppy presence on the slope of his neck; sehun sees little of her as a person save the occasional wickedly beautiful flash of lips and teeth added with long luscious dark locks. his hands, however, seemly remembers every curve of her body as vividly as the feeling of bony hips pressed into his and his imagination wanders to the feeling of pressing her into a mattress—but not like this.

it is with a groan that he pushes the woman off him, disregarding any signs of protest as he pivots on his heel and takes slow steps out of the dance floor while the ground beneath him shakes and spins and the thundering in his veins move to his ears. at the very least, he knows better—from mistakes made in the past—than to sleep with a woman whose name he doesn’t even know—not to mention high, especially when he’s high.

it is with that reminder that he reaches for his phone, dialing up a familiar number all while stumbling into metal chairs that curve to his frame.

he flinches, even while wholly expecting the shrill ring—it’s so fucking annoying though.

“hello—? han?” his words are slurred, mind struggling for a moment to remember what it was he was really asking of his friend as a chuckle slips off his lips, amused, even himself, by the next set of words that roll out of his lips.

“wanna come on by and make sure i don’t end up tied spread eagle to a mystery woman’s bed?”

basically--

he needs a goddamn ride.

"...again?"

[gmxbugs]

why is it that the one time i go to class, the kid beside me draws gay porn?  { ° — smacks gum } i mean it wasn’t even good.  god.

[gmxsehun]

well--you know, anything is better to do in class than actually listening. (` he grins, the occasional appearance of a "student" too lazy to come in every day (or any day, really) is undoubtedly the one student with nothing but a can of tea and chips on his desk -- though sehun supposes he can't be faulted, he had come originally for an instruction course of mimcries--not to listen to a substitute drone on ) at least people are keeping busy.

[gmxsehun]

gmxchar replied to your post:gmxchar replied to your post:tldr; sehun needs...

egt away from emE

[gmxsehun]

gmxchar replied to your post:tldr; sehun needs bromance please hit me up or...

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lookit at you bsing your love for dis ;)

[gmxsehun]

tldr; sehun needs bromance please hit me up or likes this for sth thank

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tell me what is love

[gmxsehun]

+ but a lip lock

[gmxjinri-blog]

(  * the gesture manages to throw her off completely, perplexed at the feeling of always playing catch up; parted lips aren’t permitted to speak as the male turns away before she can, leaving her to stare, cheeks frustratedly flushed and pout present, muttering ) how painfully host-y— ( * before following, catching up with the wrinkle of the nose and a strong desire to calm; lips curve at his efforts, finding the accented pronunciations of his words endearing.  her eyes drop to the woman behind the the stand, making contact and curving—even further—oops, she’d been smiling up at sehun, hadn’t she—brows raising and a small ) thank you. ( * dropping from her lips, something she repeats, louder, yet infinitely more shy in nature, this time in sehun’s direction ) eo, you did, so thanks.  (  * sniffs, taking her own sweet treat, passing it between chilled fingertips, gaze sneaking to make contact; the almost sulky protrusion of her lips doesn’t need to be seen, for it’s present in her tone ) though my company isn’t something you need to buy. ( * lips curve the slightest, expression extending as she laughs; a hand flicks through dark hair, grazing warm ears.  about to take a bite before she freezes, question tumbling off her tongue before the taiyaki can even graze it  ) now’s your turn—what do you want to do?  

[gmxsehun]

i heard that. (` but it doesn't mean she's not wrong -- still, sehun makes sure to bump his hip against hers in quiet retaliation as his attention fixates on the elderly woman prepping the food before them. for the most part, he's vaguely aware of the smile directed at him, though sehun opts not to address it for the time being--if only for the fact that he's almost sure that she was going to come to her own realization (and suffer greatly with it) sooner or later. ) you're welcome, princess. (` the tease in his words is hard to miss, eyes meeting hers as he shifts to tuck his wallet back into the back of his jeans with an absent hum, brow twitching in muted amusement at her tone ) so you'll accompany me for free? whenever i want? (` he doesn't quite stop himself this time, giving into the need to tease as he leans down close, maintaining eye contact while the tip of his nose brushes hers ) wherever i want? (` continues in a lowered voice, holding the air of "seriousness" for a good few moments before he pulls back with a laugh, giving her shoulder a squeeze ) sledding. (` random--maybe--too random, but it was better than trying to catch goldfish with paper nets, right? ) would you be okay with that? (` regardless of her words this is only possible because of her participation, after all, sehun wouldn't want to do anything jinri wasn't feeling up to doing )

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❝ little secrets ❞

[gmxmina-deactivated20150311-dea]

oh crap — he’s seen her. for a split second, mina panics, before remembering that this is exactly what she’s here for in the first place, right? she keeps her smile steady as the tall, tall male approaches, her head raising ever so slightly to meet his eyes. the angles of his face are shadowed in the dim lighting, giving him the illusion of mystery and perfection.

"um, yes," she admits, her nervous smile widening a little in relief now that’s he’s understood her plight at first glance. her mouth drops open a little at his teasing words, her face flushing hotly, and she immediately drops her gaze, mumbling incoherent protests all the while. mina is starting to realize that this place is like a terrible sort of paradise for her, where she can succumb to all the flattery she can ever want, yet be too nervous to properly enjoy it.

"oh, i was just curious. i wanted to see what it’s like in here — you know, the drinks and the…guys.” now, what possessed her to say that? he’s probably paid to say all that sappy stuff to every woman that walks through these doors anyway. she clears her throat self-consciously, his smile helping to settle the nerves churning in her stomach. “sehun,” she repeats with a nod, steadying herself with this new piece of information. “i’m mina, kwon mina.”

after looking around for a moment, she flashes him an apologetic smile. “if you don’t mind me asking, sehun — uh, should we sit down and get a drink, maybe? i’m not really sure what the usual thing to do is around here. could you show me?” mina is almost horrified to hear own own voice lightening of its own accord, taking on a decidedly sweeter tone than usual, and she hurriedly clears her throat surreptitiously. sure, he’s good looking and all, but still.

[gmxsehun]

the concept of “new meat”—however uncultured that term may sound—never changes. in terms of new meat in the host club—they’re often easily spotted by the bit of unease (no matter how much some of them try to pretend) that comes with being there. the curiosity in their eyes matched with an underlying tone both shy and flustered—if he’s honest, sehun likes that in a woman best.

only because it makes the act of corrupting that much more worth it.

“ah—well what about the guys are you curious about? because i’ll be happy to indulge you—“ his lips curve, “and your curiosity.” there are implications there that sehun wasn’t even sure she’d truly pick up on—he knows this, doesn’t truly mind it, if anything, it’ll be clear in the end. if he’s to be honest with himself—no one truly walks into the host club completely innocent. but for the moment, kwon mina seems to be selling it especially well.

“mina—it’s pretty,” he starts, showing a hint of teeth as his lips lift. “i’d say like you—but i’m sure you’ve already heard that countless times.” does he really care if she has? not really. but the bit of compliment slipped in there is good enough for him, attention lowering to the smile flashed his way for a moment before his own widens in return at her words. cute. really cute.

“yes, of course, where are my manners—i’m sorry, miss mina, for keeping you standing so long.”  sehun resists a laugh, eyes dancing in amusement as he offers the smaller woman his arm, head tilting to the side slightly. “we usually go to a booth and sit and chat—i can get you a drink, as well, if you tell me what’s your preference.” of course, like a good host, sehun takes time out to explain the inner workings of a sitting as he leads her to an empty booth; smaller than most, but there was never anything too bad with sitting close.

“of course—there’s also a matter of—other services…” he starts, tone teasing as he settles beside the woman with a wry curve of his lips. “but that’s for another day—i’d think, provided you’d be interested in coming back to see me again, mina.”

[gmxsehun]

+ but a lip lock

[gmxjinri-blog]

( * it’s nice— if she doesn’t think, this is nice; a warm arm around her shoulder, hovered by the scent of cologne and that alone, accompanied by a variety of other niceties.  there’s a calm to be found, a natural tendency to lean closer when pulled, to draw close as drawn; she bounces between that and the same irritating strain of quiet nervosa, though, slowly, it begins to dissipate. dark eyes flit to his face before curving at the release of an amused scoff; gently knocks his hip with her own as if admonishing him for the tease, gaze jumping to a variety of stalls— ) okay, well, hmm— ( * unknowingly strums her fingers as she looks about, gaze settling on a taiyaki stand; the sight draws her to a momentary pause as she watches a perfectly ordinary scene—a cherub of a child practically dancing on the tips of their toes as their parents gently chide them to wait ) — taiyaki! ( * pulls her eyes off the sight to stare up at sehun again, grinning— ) let’s get taiyaki then—azuki ~. 

[gmxsehun]

(` he’s at ease more than anything—it’s hard not to be, after all, this was something sehun does on a daily basis. although it was nothing short of both amusing and appealing that girls like choi jinri seems to fit into his arms perfectly. it’s cute—if he could ever place a specific type on his preferences, that would be one of the factors. but then again, given his stature, almost every girl fitted perfectly didn’t they? ) alright. (` replies with relative ease once he meets her eyes, leaning down in a lax manner as his free hand lifts to grasp onto her chin with two fingers, pinching lightly as the lazy grin on his lips turns playful ) whatever you want, princess. (` and like that—he’s pulling away, more so content enough to not wait for the reaction as he easily leads the young woman over to the taiyaki stand, coughing lightly to catch attention of the elderly woman working behind it as he takes a moment before greeting her in lightly accented Japanese, taking the initiative to order for the both of them ) i did say it was my treat right? since i'm already being treated to such pretty company, it's only fair. (` he adds on shamelessly so, grin widening as his arms shift to pull out his wallet and pay )

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