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Gong Chanshik | Insert Coins | 24 "I'm in the static I'm an addict and you got to know Hopeful Romantic" √ √ √ √

[hdxchanshik]

'Sup? So I could definitely use some more paras as most of mine seem to have vanished into thin air while I've been away for a bit. If you'd be down for a little plotting, you can like this and I'll do my best to toss a decent idea your way or pretty please feel free to throw something at me! ^^

[exhdxjinyoung]

▒░▌Galaxy Wars — GCS + JJY

[exhdxjinyoung]

Childish imagination immediately went into overdrive, as the other actually attempted to count out his age on nimble fingers, only to abandon the chore. Since he did not confess how old he was, Jinyoung assumed he was a drinker of virgin’s blood. Or a vampire. Possibly both. Obviously, the male had spent too much time watching horror films, but as long as Chanshik didn’t try to eat him, he was fine with whatever his true supernatural form might be. The sight of the supposed elder drinking as well came as a surprise to the shop owner, still not entirely convinced of his vast age. Though it didn’t make much sense for a high schooler to own an arcade, as fitting of a cliche eighties film plot as it was it. He took a few more sips of his colorful concoction, embracing the heat now spreading through his face and limbs, as he always did. “Of course I’m big enough, I’m always big enough,” he tittered in reply, obvious smirk gracing full lips, “And please— I don’t cry.” No need to mention the fact that he was almost brought to frustrated tears, an hour or so ago, over a stuffed animal, of all things.

"If you think that embarrassing myself is enough to wear me out, then you’ve got another thing coming." Inflated ego spread to the male’s thin chest, puffing it out in pride. While he had most definitely lost to machine earlier in the evening, racing games were more Jinyoung’s style, his forte, and he simply didn’t lose. At the garnered knowledge that there was not a Super Nintendo on the premises, he couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do, to have their competition. They could go to his place, sure, because every video game system was tucked away neatly inside its walls, but would his new comrade be up for that? Then slightly dizzy head turned to where dark eyes were staring, and a small ‘oh’ dropped from gaping mouth. That made sense. Well, as long as it didn’t cost money. "Let’s do it then! And I’ll try not to brag too much about how I kicked the ass of the guy who owns the place, though I can’t make any promises, got it?"

With another unsightly slurp of his drink, Jinyoung practically leapt up and ran over to one of the machines, with a chair attached. Nostalgia hit him like a freight train, as fingers gripped at the steering wheel, even going so far as to give it a few test spins. “I haven’t played on one of these in years,” he admitted quietly, the smile across his face refusing to turn down its sheer volume. Once the other situated himself in the chair next to his, the eager male took it upon himself to select a track (a desert track, with lots of turns and annoying cliff jumps) and a car (bright red, his favorite color), because after the humiliation he suffered, he had the right to, dammit. “Are you ready?” he chirped, before starting the level. As soon as automated announcer counted down, Jinyoung sped off, hopefully to leave his friend in the pixelated dust.

[hdxchanshik]

"Tell you what champ, I'll even give you a trophy if you can actually beat me." It was all Chanshik could do not to snort unbecomingly, but a disbelieving sneer took over his visage. What a smug little punk this Jinyoung was. Even if the racing games weren't something he played all the time, there wasn't a single doubt he could easily trounce the younger and definitely more tipsy man. Before he let the impudent near stranger ruffle his feathers, however, bony shoulders shrugged and brushed it off. The former athlete had always been the bearer of a competitive spirit that had often gotten out of hand to the point where trouble ensued, but he was old enough now to have a better handle on it. Besides, picking on this poor fellow any more would be downright mean. Lips compressed in an effort to suppress any expression revealing of how amused the whole situation was making him as eyes couldn't quite resist rolling behind the others back and he made his own way over, like an adult. 

"I think it's like riding a bike. You never really forget once you've learned." Taking the adjacent, brightly colored plastic seat, Chanshik punched in his wish to join. Immediately, he selected manual shifting and his favorite sports car. There weren't any in his favorite color, so he picked whichever one was closest to the body style of a Lotus Elise. Biting back a cheeky, 'are you?', the slender man favored a more neutral, "Sure thing, kiddo." When the countdown ended the avid gamer had no more thoughts of his opponent, focusing solely on his shifting to be as precise and perfect as possible. After all, everyone knew the trick to winning races was excellent shifting and strategy. The former athlete worked coordinated magic on these machines. Hands and foot danced in wonderful sync on the various mechanisms as he navigated the tricky course with aplomb.

Higher gears for jumps and lower ones on the turns slid easily into place, Chanshik had memorized each numerical speed marker optimal for performance. Logically speaking, even if Jinyoung had pulled ahead, he didn't stand a chance. It was like a game of cat and mouse, the chase was half the fun. As the last lap began, the elder's line of sight shifted in gloating certainty of his imminent victory to his companion, and his resolve faltered for a beat. He'd already put the poor kid through a lot, was it strictly necessary for his pride to win this one? Though, Jinyoung had a definite ego problem that could use a little calming, he was certainly the same way. Unbelievably, he eased up on the gas pedal with a sigh as the finish line came into view and took his second place with a resigned grin. "Well then, I owe you a trophy, hm?" Nodding once, lengthy legs took off at a run for his office in the adjacent room. Rifling through his things, at last he came up with something suitable and returned placing a little plastic crown atop light pink locks. "Congratulations Princess Peach, you're number one!"

[exhdxsungyeol]

For a moment, there was only the awkward silence of Chanshik trying to keep himself together, and the younger became mildly concerned, as to why he wasn’t speaking. Then, when he did, realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Oh… is that what finding someone ‘hot’ meant? He thought his friend was ‘hot’. Okay. Things were beginning to finally make sense. Yet Sungyeol could not allow his friend to act so smug and guffaw at him in such a way, so he gave him a light punch to the shoulder and an irritated look. “I’m not even gonna answer that, you jerk—” he said, though the slight quivering in his voice probably revealed the true answer anyway. This was all very serious and confusing to him, and he had no idea why the other found it so amusing. But thankfully, his request was being given in to, which caused the male’s slight annoyance to subside. After being led to a nearby couch, and their fingers subsequently intertwined together, Sungyeol couldn’t help but to allow butterflies to attack at his insides once again.

His eyes gazed upon the small affection dreamily, as he listened to Chanshik speak on the subject that had been bothering him for weeks now. When he compared it to being sick, pupils dilated in shock, having felt quite ill, since their time spent together at the Halloween circus. Even a few moments ago, he felt the need to call a doctor and explain to them his symptoms. But maybe the cause had been the person next to him all along. With each passing word, a relieved grin widened, finally feeling satisfied in knowing what the name of his ailment was. Everything Chanshik mentioned, Sungyeol had felt it as well, at one time or another. Arms threw themselves around the other’s shoulders, squeezing him tighter than probably recommended. “Okay. Then I definitely like you too, and apparently, I like you a lot? Since our cases seem to be along the same lines.” He nuzzled into the other’s shoulder, happy to know he wasn’t alone in this, but also wondering what was supposed to happen next. Fingers curled up into the material of his friend’s shirt, finding the action comforting, as he allowed himself to speak his concerns out loud. “So, what do we do now?”

[hdxchanshik]

As every iota of breath was knocked out of a corporeal form by both words and embrace gifted from the bearer of the name scrawled across his heart, the young man’s spirit soared on blissful, if somewhat shocked, currents. Apologies had been counted on by the nervous fellow and yet, he only received positive responses to the problem he’d been so worried about for years. Surreptitiously, Chanshik pinched his side, half afraid he was dreaming in bed at home. When pain passed through nerves, a wholly appropriate, dreamy grin crossed his features and arms eagerly slid around the others waist, face suddenly bearing the brunt of shy feelings buried in the side of his best friend’s neck. It was far more than he’d dared to hope for. Sungyeol liked him too, a lot even! Tears almost threatened to spill from between sooty lashes, delighted heart feeling lodged in his throat and palms drifting lazily along a lengthy spine. If only just for a moment longer, he desired simply enjoying the pleasant glow shared feelings left him with.

What should he say or do? He hadn’t planned for this at all. Pulling back, but not letting go, as Chanshik rather doubted his ability to relinquish whatever tenuous grasp he had on Sungyeol, physical or otherwise, to look into a favorite pair of eyes, cheeks flushed and head inclined slightly bearing a warm smile. “Immediately? This.” Fingers tenderly supported the younger male’s neck as he carefully meshed their mouths together, opening up slowly and deepening the kiss before letting go to continue bashfully. “Let’s be together. I know we already hang out a lot, but I mean, if you want to, we can go on a bunch of proper romantic dates and stuff like that.” Though, thinking on it, traditional dating fare didn’t really seem at all the geeky gamers style and would gladly be abandoned in favor of takeout and nights spent at home with a controller in each of their hands. And maybe lots of kissing and cuddling, a guy could dream. “This is a pretty awful way to ask too and I’ll be happy to do it properly one day.” A single, deep breath expanded healthy lungs as he steeled himself. “Sungyeol, I really, really like and want to be with you, if you’ll have me.”

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[exhdxsungyeol]

How did a person explain to another that until a few weeks ago, they had thought themselves to be incapable of romantic feelings at all? Even the logical male could understand joy and sadness, but liking someone? That was more foreign to him than being able to understand art or music. “No… I… I’ve just never felt this way before, so I don’t want that say I feel the same way, when I’m not entirely positive. You know I don’t lie,” Sungyeol offered with a sheepish chuckle, hoping to somewhat amuse the other, “Tell me what it’s like for you, and maybe I’ll understand better?” While being cute was yet another thing the younger possessed no knowledge of, he tried his best to bat his lashes adoringly at Chanshik, knowing this was the technique he used, when he wished to have his way. The admission coming from his friend’s mouth, that he was special and no one else received the same sort of attention, eased Sungyeol momentarily. Jealousy was not an emotion he considered himself familiar with, but he knew that was the name of the oil which slicked the edges of his stomach, when he thought about the elder kissing someone else.

Immediately, blush rushed back to puffy cheeks, once words were laid against his ear, and his grip tightened on the other’s shirt. “I-I wouldn’t be completely adverse to that—” A squeak escaped him, as he realized he had spoken such a thought out loud. It seemed Chanshik had a deeper effect on him than he could have thought possible. He truly felt weak in the knees, when his tone lowered purposefully and those mismatched eyes sparkled in his direction. But then the male started speaking in riddles again, and he could only tilt his head to the side in confusion. “Why would I hold that against you? I’d believe you were strange for feeling that way, but you’re allowed to, I suppose.” With a gulp, Sungyeol quietly admitted, “I’d kiss you for as long as you wish, and I think you have an… aesthetically pleasing body, as well.” Oh dear. He was never going to get the hang of this whole flirting ordeal, he could already tell.

[hdxchanshik]

Owlish blinks were all the reaction he allowed as teeth clamped tight upon a cacophony of giggles that threatened to escape at any second. Despite his wishes, a single brow inched upwards before he asked in only slightly feigned astonishment, “Lee Sungyeol, do you think I’m hot?” Then the battle was lost and raucous chuckles spilled forth as forehead leaned against the taller male’s shoulder for support. The time required for him to wind down was far too long to be acceptable but repentant grin begged forgiveness. “I’m sorry. You’re way too cute for your own good, I swear.” Deep breath expanded healthy lungs and fingers beginning to show the wear of hard work rubbed at the back of his neck. “Describe it for you, huh? Okay, I think I can handle that, but this might take a while.” Digits wrapped around a wrist and gently tugged Sungyeol along to sit down next to him. Intertwining their fingers, Chanshik sat in silence for a minute or two, simply staring at their hands while contemplating how to properly describe something so intricate.

"It’s almost like being sick, I guess. But not in a bad way!" The young man began slowly, thumbs running along the surface of plush skin. "Just hearing your voice can make my chest hurt and pulse race. When I see you, touch you, it hits my stomach." One hand pressed against his abdomen while line of sight rose to warily study cherished companions expression. Of course, he trusted his best friend implicitly and knew there was nothing to fear in the way of being laughed at or ridiculed for feeling the way he did. That didn't keep the aforementioned organ from feeling like it was tied in ever tightening knots. "Even when you’re not with me, I want to hold you and it only gets worse when you are. Every little squeak, blush and attempt at return flirting that comes from you makes me feel warm and dizzy." Shaking an inky topped head, the corners of lips turning the barest of hints upwards, he ended, "I could go on all day, but that about sums it up. I think everybody’s a little different too, my case happens to be pretty bad."

[jinvoung]

hey, piano man.

[hdxchanshik]

Initials | LMY & GCS

It's cliché, but work didn't actually feel much like work for Chanshik. How could it when the workplace was his childhood paradise? After spending most of his youth in buildings just like this, though definitely not as cool, every day was more like summer vacation than an occupation. Well, if his summer vacation had included more being able to boss people around and less removing gum from the sides of Pac-Man machines so the elderly man who ran the place wouldn't rat him out to the tutor his parents had hired when he came looking for the absent troublemaker. Occasionally though, he did still have to put in more elbow grease than merely supervising required. That is where the owner found himself, on knee's besides his favorite game, when the world came crashing down around his substantial ears.

Three little letters flashed at the top of the screen directly above his longstanding, nearly flawless high score. Immediately boiling outrage coursed through veins and the lean man dropped his tools to run directly for one of the employees who'd been working between the last time he'd lovingly glimpsed the machine and now that his baby had been purloined by some faceless conqueror. After a brief interrogation, Chanshik began prowling the building to find the young girl by the description he'd been given, determined to make her rue the day she touched his precious and reclaim his title. 

[exhdxsungyeol]

Never would Sungyeol have thought that a time would come, where he’d enjoy the feeling of not being able to think clearly. While in Chanshik’s arms, his brain became nothing more than muddy heat, keeping him from processing anything more than being held. Shaking limbs wrapped around the elder’s neck, a gulp lodging itself in his throat, as he prepared himself for the welcoming confusion that was his best friend’s lips. Not even expectation could aid the inexperienced male, having only received simple pecks at this point, and though the more lingering and slow kisses felt good (miraculous even), Sungyeol could do nothing more than gift them with weak elementary-level moves. His heart, which had already been racing at its utmost speed, skipped a handful of beats, when tongue and teeth were used as a weapon against his ever-weakening defenses. It’s super effective! A critical hit! Sungyeol blacked out!

A whimper escaped him, as the other pulled away, only to press much affections onto his undeserving skin. Each passing second did nothing to tame a growing burn in the the pit of his stomach, or the splashes of red coating his cheeks. Fingers gripped at the front of Chanshik’s shirt, not quite ready to relinquish his hold on him, as he attempted to formulate words, but not even the expanse of seven languages could properly convey his feelings. “Really? I… had no idea,” shy face buried itself into Chanshik’s shoulder, willing himself to breathe and calm down, before muttering, “I don’t mind. I just… feel bad, because I don’t know how to do it, and you’re so good.” In a rare moment of boldness, Sungyeol raised up to chastely kiss the corner of inviting mouth. He thought about avoiding the subject of whispered confessions, but he decided to be honest instead, “And… I-I… I think I like you too.” It seemed he was still unable to come to terms with whatever resided in his now aching chest, but he felt this for only Chanshik — that had to mean something, right?

[hdxchanshik]

Slim fingers coursed through chestnut tresses in an attempt at soothing what appeared to be quite ruffled nerves. “That’s because you’re oblivious, but I’m way too obvious, so it works out.” Eyes widened for an instant before settling fondly on his companion as return kiss was presented with words he’d longed to hear. Well no, perhaps not the exact words he’d been silly enough to fantasize about spilling from between tantalizing lips. Chanshik wasn’t expecting miracles, however, and whatever positive reactions he could get were wonderful. Squeezing his best friend tighter than probably recommended, he couldn’t help turning up a smile to its highest voltage and aiming directly at Sungyeol. “You don’t have to say that. I’d like you and want to be your friend still even if you don’t.” Looking everywhere but at his best friend, he admitted, "I honestly wasn't going to tell you, at least not today, but... you're special and I don't want to be confusing or for you to think I'm like this with anyone else. It's only you."

Of course, he had always hoped his feelings would be returned, but rushing or making the timid gamer uncomfortable wasn't something he was willing to sacrifice for his own selfish happiness. Softly sighing, inky topped head leaned in to brush against the shell of an ear, cooing, “And there’s no bad feelings allowed! If you don’t know how, I volunteer to teach you absolutely everything.” The reminder that Chanshik was still the only person Sungyeol had kissed flooded him with warmth anew until his whole body felt shades of pink. Low chuckles with the barest hint of a mischievous plot underlying their cadence escaped pert lips before they met with the plump pair again. “If I said I’d happily kiss you for the rest of the day, would you hold it against me?” Pausing for a beat, the naughtiest of the pair amended, “Hm, wait, that’s not how it goes. If I said you have a nice body, would you hold it against me? Both are relevant.” He was nothing if not persistent and optimistic.

[hdxchanshik]

♌ ☂ ☎

♌: three things my muse is enthusiastic about

Answered here, but three more things would be:

Pick-up Lines

Swimming

Motorcycles

☂: what my muse does on a rainy day

This one too!

☎ : my muse’s ringtone

Somebody Loves You - Betty Who

[hdxchanshik]

♫

♫: three of my muse’s favorite songs

Out of Control - Nothing’s Carved In Stone

Romantic Cat - Cherry Filter

Alone In This Bed - Framing Hanley

[hdxchanshik]

⌘♌☂

⌘: was my muse good in school?

Answered here ^^

♌: three things my muse is enthusiastic about

Video Games (Especially the Borderlands series lately and anything Atlus)

Romance (From Songs to Novels, all of it)

Cats

☂: what my muse does on a rainy day

While a perfect rainy day would be spent wrapped up in blankets on a bed or couch while playing video games with a special someone, most often he does something close to that all by himself with the addition of a mug of hot cocoa if it happens to be a chilly rain. Sometimes he does get lucky and a group consisting of his friends will meet up to play board games and hang out on these occasions as well.

[hdxchanshik]

⌘ ♋ ♓!

⌘: was my muse good in school?

Yes! Chanshik always worked very hard in school and did well in everything besides science, though Math was always his best subject by far.

♋: is my muse emotional?

Definitely, though he does try to reign it in as much as possible and isn’t interested in showing open sadness, preferring to do any crying in private. On the other hand, sappy/lovey-dovey public displays are likely.

♓: my muse’s biggest secret

Chanshik realized he loved his best friend at a young age and has kept that fact firmly to himself ever since for many reasons, including a tremor inducing fear that he might lose the person dear to him altogether were it ever to be made known.

[hdxmemes]

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☺: three things that make my muse happy ☻: three things that make my muse sad ✝: any religious beliefs my muse has ☎ : my muse’s ringtone ♫: three of my muse’s favorite songs

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[exhdxsungyeol]

He felt incredibly stupid, as soon as Chanshik requested for him to open his mouth, yet he complied, even going so far as to say ‘ahhh’, like he would during his visits to the doctor in his youth. With eyes locked determinedly on the other’s face, Sungyeol listened carefully, willing his usually slow response time to fail him, so he would not in turn fail the elder. But the number three is never spoken, and instead an arm is wrapped around his waist. His brain had been left completely in the dust, and there was no time to react in any way, but to grip loosely at the front of the other’s shirt. When lips pressed to his, a fluttery stomach lurched, and he was immediately transported back to the day they separated ten years ago. Red rushed to puffy cheeks, and eyes remained opened, much like his useless stiff mouth.

It’s not until his friend pulled away, that Sungyeol allowed himself to finally close his eyes, a single, torrid breath escaping him. Fists tightened and untightened at his sides, willing the strange feeling of heat to dissipate, and for Chanshik to come back into his arms. Never had he thought about asking for more, thinking he didn’t deserve it or that he didn’t actually want it, but something pulled him forward, hand gripping at the ends of a sleeve, like an attention-starved child. “Wait… C-Chanshik,” he murmured, heart crashing within the confines of his rib cage, and he was pretty sure he was feeling all the symptoms of a heart attack, “will y-you kiss me again?” Having no idea how to do it himself, Sungyeol stood still, eyes glued to the floor, waiting for the other to hopefully make his move yet again. These feelings, they were unnamed, but even the ignorant male could tell now that they were caused by, and were all for, Chanshik.

[hdxchanshik]

Even though he’d resigned himself to this moment, a confession so that he could be told no and perhaps they could move on from it, perfectly healthy muscle felt caged in a vise rather than mere bones and tissue, squeezing until he was certain it would never pound again. He’d prepared for that, but delicate fingers plucking at his sleeve were wholly unexpected and brows furrowed, questioning gaze locked on the other. Unbidden, a small flare of hope ignited at the tiny, yet encouraging gesture. Sungyeol’s next words only served to fan the flame until Chanshik felt like he was going to burn away entirely. Shock kept brain from immediately reacting, but thankfully, his body seemed totally capable of handling the situation without any guidance. Arms slipped easily around the taller man, drawing him closer as head inclined to nudge their mouths together once more. The simple contact of the slow kiss sent sparks arcing across his every atom.

Hands splayed across lengthy back, fingertips working against the surface. Hopelessly, the arcade owner had dreamed about being in this exact embrace hundreds of times over the years, but the reality was even more addicting and intoxicating than he’d ever imagined. Exploratory tongue glided along bottom lip before being replaced with a tender nip. Chanshik was losing control and didn’t care in the slightest, because Sungyeol had asked him to. Little pecks were pressed again and again to a deemed utterly perfect mouth as he murmured, “Sorry— I should stop.” Despite good intentions, that appeared to be easier said than done and lips journeyed to continue laying adoration on his partner's jawline, hands shifting their grip to soft waist. With great difficulty the scamp relinquished cherished contact, bearing a sheepish smile. “I’ve just wanted to do this for so long." Hesitating briefly and revealing uncharacteristic uncertainty, he asked before holding his breath, "Does that mean you don't mind?"

[exhdxjinyoung]

▒░▌Galaxy Wars — GCS + JJY

[exhdxjinyoung]

Despite the urges he was nearly famous for, it wasn’t typical for the abrasive male to hit on other men, unless he was a.) sure they weren’t straight or b.) they were his friend, meaning they wouldn’t punch his face in. So, Chanshik was safe — at least for a little while, anyway. “Really? How old are you? You seriously look eighteen—” He offered one of his own winks to the other, smirking mischievously, “Please… You’d know if I was hitting on you, believe me… hyung.” And while Chanshik was undeniably handsome, Jinyoung preferred those of the plush and shy type. Not that he’d tell him that, of course, because he didn’t enjoy tasting rejection himself, and surely, it would be worse coming from someone as ethereal as himself. Eyes couldn’t help but to roll, as the other continued on about water. Sure, he was thirsty and exhausted, but with the embarrassment still clinging to his insides, there was no way anything was passing through his throat, except liquid fire.

There was no answer to be had, when the other made a drink suggestion, and instead Jinyoung simply watched him put it together, eyes widening every so often in amazement. While he was a regular drinker, he knew nothing about how to make anything more complicated than a rum and Coke. A snort escaped through his nose at the wild statement that his new companion had no trouble with the notorious track, “You’re full of shit, but you’re funny, so I’ll let it slide.” Sure, one could learn to conquer Rainbow Road, but to say you never had trouble with it was complete and utter balderdash. Ever an experienced gamer, such as himself, had to learn for months and months to traverse the delicate twist and turns of the level with no trouble. When the drinks were set in front of him, the pink-haired male couldn’t help but to make a show of handing the water bottle to his primate buddy, who was actually older than him in real life age, though of course, he’d only baby the stuffed animal version.

Dainty fingers curled around the glass of colorful liquid, bringing it to full lips, and taking a deeper sip than one probably should in front of a new acquaintance. But Jinyoung had never been concerned with polite semantics. The sweet warmth slid down pleasantly, settling in the pit of his stomach, leaving its owner with a wide, satisfied stomach across features that had been rosy a few minutes ago, and would surely arrive back to that same hue in a few minutes more. “This is good! My compliments to the chef! …or bartender, I guess.” Eyebrows raised in mild shock at the new information relayed to him. “Really? No, I had no idea, but I guess it makes sense, since I remember playing that game, when I was really young. We should play together sometime!” If there was one thing Jinyoung enjoyed, besides the obvious drinking and flirting, it was beating others at video games. And what would be more fulfilling than besting an arcade owner?

[hdxchanshik]

"Is that any way to talk to your elders, whippersnapper? Tsk, Why I’m—" For a second, he actually resorted to counting on his fingers before realizing with slight horror just how old he was. The detestable line of thought was abandoned in favor of guffawing at a practically parental display. Tilted nod acknowledged pretty compliment as humbly as possible, scrawny chest puffing out in pride. "You’re welcome." His old school friends had always designated him as their official barman and Chanshik had never seen fit to complain, enjoying making drinks far more than consuming them. In the spirit of friendly camaraderie, however, he fetched a snifter for himself, pouring a dash of brandy in and following it up with the rest of his cola. Even though he was actually still relatively young, he tended to favor more simple, non-novelty drinks for himself whenever he succumbed to a little social drinking.  Single ebony brow arched at his company over the glass while he took a sip, feeling aristocratic cheeks heating up but unsure whether it was a result of the alcohol or being referred to as hyung. 

Leaning on the counter, chin resting in a palm, he studied Jinyoung carefully. The business owner took no small pride in being able to determine the truthfulness and merit of people within a few minutes, acquiring improved discernment ability through genetics or some trial of life experienced over the past quarter of a lifetime. “You think you’re big enough kid?” Cocky smirk tilted lips and Chanshik took another purposefully slow drink before reaching his conclusion. “All right, you’re on! Don’t bother crying when you lose, though.” Pleasant warmth was already beginning to spread from his middle to lengthy limbs and against his better judgment, dark eyes kept settling on the duo of racing chairs in the room. “How about a little preliminary, unless you’re too tired, of course? Wouldn’t want you to outlandishly claim I’d won simply because I wore you out first.” While it hadn’t exactly been an easy day for the owner either, he knew his own limits and winding down with a friendly competition sounded perfect before heading home.

"To be honest, I don’t actually have a SNES here." Shoulders shrugged dismissively, aware that most sane people wouldn’t actually have expected him to have the ancient system on the premises, though he was the proud owner of one, as well as pretty much every system ever made all collected with great love and care over the years and stored in a room at his parents for now. Someday Chanshik would have a nice big home like theirs all his own to store his precious collection in, but not until after he’d really gotten the business going along well. “All the games in here are free, however, since it’s more of a novelty thing for private parties than anything else. Not to mention you’re with the guy who runs the place.” Winking at the frail appearing man, he made sure to add, “No pressure!”

[exhdxsungyeol]

Well, at least Chanshik hadn’t expected anything from him, and it was for the best, considering his forgetful attitude. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as he contemplated the other’s words, which might as well have been in a language, he actually didn’t know, most of the time. “Are you saying we’re not friends?” he pouted, completely missing the deeper meaning. But the misunderstanding fluttered away from the flighty male’s thoughts, at the mention of an experiment, and he slid to the side, allowing his friend entrance into his apartment. “You know I’m always up for experiments, and you don’t have to apologize either. As far as I’m concerned, you might as well live here with me.”

A doubting smirk coated Sungyeol’s features, as the other went on on yet another one of his strange tangents. They didn’t share any of the same contacts, so there was a large lack of truth behind Chanshik’s statements. Besides, it was impossible for anyone to feel that way about him, of all people. ”Sure… whatever you say, Chanshik,” he replied in a mocking tone. When the gift is placed in his hands, he fiddled with the bow, finally realizing that it was in his favorite color. He couldn’t help but wonder why his friend went to all the trouble of remembering every little thing about him. This thought was only multiplied, when he saw his favorite candies dotting the chocolate covered cookie sticks. “Ah… I forgot to say thank you—” he muttered, as he wrapped his arms around the other, bringing into him a tight hug. The experiment sounded completely silly, and like something you could easily Google the results to, but Sungyeol never could say no to that face. “Okay, I’ll help you!”

[hdxchanshik]

Chanshik rarely allowed pessimistic thoughts to cloud his conscious, or he’d probably be an absolute mess right then, trembling like a leaf. Instead, cocky grin tilted lips and he held out a single piece of candy. “I knew I could count on you! Alright, open up and say ah.” His own mouth parted as though he were a loving parent attempting to convince his child to eat their veggies until the other did as he asked. “Good, now on the count of three, we’ll do it.” As the bearer of an occasionally childish demeanor, he struggled not to laugh and took position. “One.” Meticulously the steps to his simple plan received another mental run through. The young man knew this would probably be his last chance ever to properly kiss Lee Sungyeol and, while their first would always be memorable and sweet (at least to him); he desperately wanted to show an improved ability. “Two.”

And then digits carefully pulled at the cookie stick, retrieving it from luscious target and arm swooped around to swiftly encircle Sungyeol's waist while his other hand busied itself cupping sweet face, thumb running along a cheek. Thin lips that had craved this desperately for far too long brushed against their fuller match, hesitating but a millisecond before moving insistently. A racing heart crashed like thunder in enlarged ears as lithe form was engulfed in phantom butterflies. Since Chanshik would rather give up the bittersweet moment than be pushed away, as he was afraid would happen when shock wore off, eyes fluttered open to focus abashedly on the floor while moving back.

“I know because I do.” Giving himself enough time to recover from whispered admission, Chanshik flashed a rueful smile that didn’t reach bistre eyes at his best friend. “But don’t worry, I’m not... we’re just friends and that’s cool. I love being your friend!”

[hdxchanshik]

Swing And Miss | PMA & GCS

[hdxkahi-deactivated20141217]

Kahi had settled to put things back where they belonged after what seemed like a whole busload of women came to her store to buy everything, nothing and nip pick on a boutiques small variety of clothing. She never really paid much attention to the worthless shouts of those who were at the same time picking up the things with the highest value - they could critic, but still buy. Thus for now she waled around putting tops, jackets, dresses and whatever else those greedy hands found back to where they belong while new people walked in. With business going well she even could see herself cutting off being a stylist and doing favours - already now she had barely time or the desire to do anything styling related. Her store was very much Mina’s child which needed a lot of attention which she was willing to give - much easier than being social.

Walking around she only by chance caught the male whole waddled up to her, raising a brow at his words and was ready to send him on better hunting grounds. Turning around Kahi truly got a chance to look at the male who came to her, brain support being given by him explaining who he was and a small polite smile coming to her dark purple lips. “Ahhh it has been a long time since I have heard your bad pick up lines,” she spoke and looked at the male, giving a small bow as a greeting while her hands settled the shirt down. “And it is Kahi.”The female never liked someone using her first name, besides her family and brother from another mother.

Looking around the female checked if anyone needed help, but the store was rather empty and thus Mina had time to actually have time to chat with someone from her past - a past she rather forget at times. “How have you been?” The female did remember him and even more the pick up lines he tried of everyone around him, which usually ended in second hand embarrassment and awkwardness. She herself even now found his move on her rather weird, because there was no smoothness or grace yet instead a lot of confusion and awkwardness. 

[hdxchanshik]

Instantaneously the young man drew himself up a little straighter. It was almost sad how simply being remembered could perk Chanshik right up, but that was the way of it. “Oh! Wow, I’m sorry. I’ll remember form now on Miss. Kahi. Well, I gave up on the whole picking up chicks game a long time ago.” One arm clutched at his ribs in painful remembrance. Just like the beauty in front of him now had been back in the day, many of the ladies he’d chanced to employ pick-up lines on were already thoroughly taken. The simple fact that he’d only ever tried his luck with knockouts hadn’t helped his chances in that department and, while bearing an athletic build, it still hurt to get punched. “Doctor’s orders, apparently it was bad for my health.”

"Ah, it’s too bad. Beautiful young women like you always bring out those urges in me, but what can one do?" Clucking his tongue, ebony topped head shook briefly with imagined remorse before resuming cheeky disposition. "Nowadays I prefer something a little less risky and run my own business, an arcade to be specific. Those kids can be nearly as terrifying as a pissed boyfriend though." Chanshik hoped she’d realize the joke behind his words and laugh, or at least flash a brief, glimmering smile for his efforts. That was the only goal he chased when talking to lovely ladies anymore. "Depending on who you’re talking to, it’s just as embarrassing an occupation, however."

After running on about himself, when Kahi had probably only even bothered inquiring out of politeness, a hand slapped over his mouth. “Look at me rambling on. I’m sorry! What about you? Any chance you’re still with… erm?” The young business owner trailed off with a blank look. What the heck? He could remember the pretty girlfriend, but his competitors name was completely erased from memory banks. Well then, Chanshik’s priorities were glaringly apparent.