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stjaymes:
A perfectly arched eyebrow raised at his response and she walks closer, examining his choices. “Stop being such a frigid thing.” Her head tilted as she examined the colour of his pants and shirt. “Your blacks match. I’m impressed, oppa.”
"Y'know, Jamie, last time I checked," A long black coat is strewn over his shoulders, "I'm not colorblind." A quick nod of the head beckons the younger to follow in his stride towards the front door, unless she'd wished to be left behind in the company of his vacant apartment, by all means.
[ `puffing her cheeks, she leans back on her heel, examining the male's outfit and clicking her tongue.] Did you dress yourself?
In the span of ten minutes, this was the nth time he’d changed. Cloaked in all black, this was the one, he thought as he shamelessly checked himself out in the full length mirror though, apparently, the opposing audience in the room thought otherwise — jokingly, he could string that out as much. Rolling his eyes, he shot a glare over the shoulder, sparing his outspoken guest the most minuscule of a glance, “Clearly.” In reality, she’d looked as perfectly coordinated as always.
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bythefist:
His jaw dropped momentarily at the cold greeting and he stood there momentarily dumbfounded. “I——” Damn, rude. “You gonna let me in?” he finally asked, his tone a bit sulky.
"Did you expect any less?" He smirked, eyes running down the younger's frame, "Of course," easily he stepped away from the door frame, allowing the other entrance. The dark purple blemish developing around the eye Taehyun certainly hadn't missed, he wasn't going to prod but.... "I see someone mopped the floor with your ass." The smirk never left his lips, if he kept this up, they'd sport matching wounds.
[` raps against the door twice before shoving his hands into his pockets, balancing his body on his heels. it'd been a while since they'd seen eachother and the shiner he was sporting would probably raise some questions. that was the only thing he wasn't looking forward to, though. ] tae. lemme in.
Fortunately for his visitor, Taehyun had been awake for a few hours before they’d singled out his door to knock on. Call him bright eyed and bushy tailed. An oversized sweater was pulled over his bare torso before opening up, “Aww,” A mock pout played at his lips, “It’s only you.”
"I’m still considering it— I mean like, as long as he isn’t old enough to be my dad it wouldn’t be that bad, right? I might even be able to sway him away from the idea of the sexual favors and maybe I’ll just act cute for him or something instead."
"Not into the daddy kink, mm? Funny, seems like most women my age would rather fuck the father than the son. Apparently Viagra junkies are the hot new thing. Either way, good luck, you're going to be a very miserable sugar baby."
"Ah- true. Though wouldn’t have been weird to request for a man? It would have. But thanks for looking out for me, buddy!"
"And you sounded so confident too. But not quite... stranger things have happened."
"Here comes a bonus: You wouldn’t even need a wig!”
"All the better for me. Just looking out for you, y'know, ease you into it. You did only specifically request a female."
grimenam “Websites like that seem sketchy. I feel like I would come across a ton of creepy, old dudes wanting sexual favors in exchange for the things they buy me.”
"That's the idea, sweetheart. Sugar babies aren't spoiled due to the kindness of their hearts."
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Bad Habits: Klepto
A habit usually left behind with one's teenage years grew with Taehyun into adulthood. Hadn't grown up with much money and the only way any flashy brand name clothing was going to land in his lap he took initiative upon himself. It was a craft, almost, strategy honed to perfection. Confidence brings sloppiness, though only caught once, twice... thrice, each time Taehyun booked it, steady running pace all the way to his usual accomplice's home; collapsed, winded and dying of laughter at their door.
Nowadays, a crime he commits a lot less often and objects with substantial less face value. Force of habit, sometimes when browsing the aisles of whatever store, he'll snag something off the shelf, "forget" to pay for it as he allows himself out.
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"Uh— how about you do! If I can take the time to write about your beautiful booty you can take the time to write about my flawless hand, hmph. I might pitch the idea to my manager, but there isn’t any guarantee that it’ll happen. Do you think that it’ll be beneficial to start a fund so that I can get donations? I’m planning on building a temple for it, and I don’t have enough money by myself."
"See but my ass has had better, sorry. Tough luck. Might as well though, it's for a good cause. Build shrines, print bibles, whatever sparks your muse."
"Honestly, that’s brilliant! I might actually write an entire story about it, and publish it in the magazine I work for. You know, I’m sure my god-like hand has done wonders for you as well. You should write a poem about it, and name it ‘October’s Magic Touch’."
"How about I don't.. but you have a field day with that magazine idea, make it a reoccuring thing. A monthly spread dedicated to the lord and saviour that is my ass."
`Little Talks. || { blu + taehyun }
A cold gust of wind seemed to be rushing Blu forward as she made her way down the sidewalk. For one, she didn’t like the cold much and it didn’t make it even better that she was out later than she usually was. Or rather, later than she was used to without Yoonji being the one pulling her along. However, this night was cause for her to step out of her element, which she could do since it was for the sake of a friend after all. A friend that, even though she wasn’t the least bit ashamed of their friendship, she knew that others around her would probably turn up their noses. Be it his attitude or the label he had chosen to call his family, it seemed as though there was something that people would find to pick at.
The sound of loud chatter and music made it evident that she had reached her destination and she was thankful. The cold was beginning to make her irritable. Opening the door and entering the bar, she looked around for the familiar face. It took her almost no time to spot him seated on a bar stool, looking as though he was trying to will himself to not go off on the person talking next to him.
Difference in temperaments was one of the many things that led to why they got along so well. She was short to defuse, where he, on the other hand, was like a ticking time bomb of sorts. A bomb that was about to blow if she didn’t get over there and take his attention away from those sitting beside him. Making her way through a small group of people, the blonde sat herself down on a stool and began to slip off her coat.
”Keep looking at people like that and you’ll never make any new friends.”
Her words came out, hinting at the smile present on her lips before she turned to face the male. Knowing very well what his response about new friends would be.
The quarrel with his former roommate earlier in the day had him on edge. Irate was an understatement. Tossing the man out wasn't one of his proudest moments -- if he hadn't been a childhood friend, frankly Taehyun wouldn't have given a rat's ass -- but his limits were maxed; done, he was done, drained, completely worn out of those mentally unstable few looking to him to be their very own Bruce Wayne. While they were not astronomical to begin with, his range of sympathy had been depleted. One's own sanity comes first and Taehyun's life was a self-serving one, that could never be denied.
True to himself, he was relieved to be living alone again. The calm in solitary was one he basked in, one he valued. No more arguments, no more, well, babysitting. Plus he could bring home any casual sleaze without any complications. The apartment only had one room after all, kinda hard to get your dick wet when there's a mass of cockblock dead asleep on your bed.
Last time he'd ever lend a favour to a friend.
Alone he sat at a dingy bar, clad completely in sweats -- had this been any other day of the week, Taehyun would have taken great pride in his carefully coordinated outfits -- empty pints scattered and counting. The half emptied glass that sat within hand's reach was his third. A warm little buzz was setting in.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Bringing the brim of the glass to his lips, he lifts his brows. "Good, no one here is worth befriending anyway."