lips like sugar words like venom

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

{—they say opposite attracts, and perhaps that’s what drew them together to begin with; this relationship built was practically out of arguments and constant taunts, reducing them to craving each other’s presence constantly, admitted through body language and gestures, rather than words. all too content with what they had, jongdae proved himself that physical contact didn’t mean everything. it had been a subtle process, beginning with a step of denial, that eventually melted to a strong desire, which was slowly morphing into feelings. on jongdae’s part at least, it was unknown, having not felt so many different emotions at once towards someone, despite him being too prideful or arrogant to admit it out loud}

{—he allows himself to be spellbound, dragging himself closer, practically crawling along the mattress until he hovered above the hufflepuff boy, eyes big and scanning over his figure over and over, not intended to go for something big. he’d rather much observe the way yoong’s eyes disappeared into full crescents whenever he smiled, how the apple of his cheeks suddenly seemed higher, adoring him overall from head to toe, for once his attention directing towards someone that wasn’t himself. the thought makes him sigh, a hand lifted tentatively to rest beside the male’s head, a few strands of hair tangling through his finger, the brush against his knee barely noticed, another sign of how perfectly accustomed he was with yoongi’s presence} of course. {—he mocked, his finger tracing to faintly brush below the other’s jaw}

#;s #s;landfill #sly:jongdae

[ // – he enjoys the sight in front of him, of the other crawling towards him. on all of his fours, movements as graceful as a cat's, aura as dangerous as a snake's. he smirks as the thought crosses over his mind. maybe that's why they call him the little slytherin prince. maybe that's why he always seem to blend in so nicely with the black leather couch and the rich dark green embossed with golden threads of a snake. his adam's apple bobbed ever so slightly as he swallowed his desire, his budding salaciousness as the other closed the distance between the two of them. his movements are excruciatingly slow compared to the heart beating in the cavity of his chest. it wasn't just the flagrant sexual desire of a pubescent boy that made his heart race, it's also the deep sense of appreciation he holds for the other. because when he moves ever so slowly, when he crawls almost over him and atop of him, he can see every inch of his ski. how smooth his face is, how long his lashes are. and his eyes are like a deep sea, black with secrets and tales untold. and yoongi wants to drown in them. he screams danger but he knows he wants no other than jongdae to be the death of him ] [ // he twitches ever so softly as the other's fingers land on his hair. sensory system sends signals to his brain and his brain to his amygdala. and then a flood of emotions rushed through him and drench him wet. his lips slightly parted from his previous smile yet something inside him snap. he can't wait. he's never one to slow dance. he rocks it out at a festival. so his hand shoots out towards jongdae, left hand finding his way to the back of the other's neck as his other one entwines itself gently in his hair. he pulls him closer until their forehead touch. he leads him in until the tip of their noses brushes each other's. he leans up towards him until he can feel jongdae's warm breathe on his skin. ] God I want you so bad.

[ bt ] yoongi & hyomin

"Yep." She nodded her head, when it came to Hyomin somehow love never worked out for her. Maybe she wasn’t meant to be loved like this. The thought saddened her. "No don’t. Things are over anyways and I better get to move on. Or else I won’t be able to get up." She said bitterly, All she learned from it doesn’t matter how much you trust someone he will break your heart eventually. She let out a sigh at the thought, it was really saddening.

Hyomin frowned at the face he made after answering. She knew that things weren’t completely fine. His eyes were telling it. “Okay.” She nodded and nudged him again. “And what about your love life huh? Must be better than mine.”

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He stared at her for a while, eyes steady and searching, looking beneath the armor she's wearing to shield herself. There's no depth in her eyes, it's as if he's looking into a pair of glass eyes. Yet he knew that wasn't the case. Because he saw them moving and rolling behind her lids. He saw the flicker of wavering stories – songs that were left unsung – in them. But they were barely there. He shifted his gaze to the ice in his drink, the transparent cubes reminding him of a heated night under the cold night of Maldives. His lips twitched before he whispered a small "alright", indicating he'd not push the matter any further. "it's okay. Better than the last one." He murmured, voice tinting with amusement, appreciation. Because last time he was played on, lead on like a puppy with a bone. But now, they're both dancing to the waltz. He didn't say anymore though. They never did spill too much details between each other. There's certainly no need to start now, at least that's what he thought.

#;p #sly:hyomin

boy lookin’ good with dem hair tho~

#s;uga

yoongi-min

a rapping yoongi gives me so much life

#s;uga

▼▲ lensa ◦ • ◦ yoongi + hongbin

ravhongbin :

The building seemed bigger than he remembered, chocolate hues getting stolen by the billions of decorations thought for the upcoming Halloween event. Firm hands grasped onto the camera, wondering if pictures were allowed unless it was the school’s photographer, causing his eyes to crinkle because Hongbin hated violating the rules.

Thanks to his reduced span, the crowd became immune to him, not a single barrier set between him and his interests — at least not until a sudden crash happened and oof! The expensive camera dropped from his hands with a clanked sound, which was really more of a concern than the threat thrown towards his direction.

However he’s been raised with good manners, so he lifts his gaze to meet the stranger’s, expression blank as words automatically fall from his lips. “Oh, sorry.” And then he kneels down to gather his precious camera together, sighing at the few spotted scratches.

Yoongi growled in response to the apology he received and was tempted to part ways right then and there with the strange ravenclaw. Ravenclaws had irked him so after the departure of his brother – acting as a constant reminder that he was nowhere to be found and they would never had closure to how he was doing in Norway or even if he's still there. They sliced at him and pricked on his heart like a thousand needles and he didn't need that – especially not today. Yet seeing the concerned look on the other's face and the way he handled his fallen camera so carefully, he couldn't help but scratch the back of his head, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Sure, he might be pissed and of course he's fucking hurt and bitter but he wasn't raised without manners. So he squatted down next to the other and nodded to the direction of his camera. "My bad, is it okay?"

#;p #rav:hongbin #p;lensa

▼▲ groupies ◦ • ◦ yoongi + yoona

yoonasly:

Group projects? Eww no. Yoona sighed as she lies down on the table and grumble. She prefered working alone than working with people because she believed that the other will just interrupt her work and they are annoying, especially when she paired up with an idiot from different house. Well, she couldn’t call them an idiot unless she see them first. She raised her head when she heard a voice and saw a boy. Wow, this guy is… pretty bold she guessed. ”Sorry for disappointing you.” What? I am disappointing too, you know!

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he threw his stuffs on her table, hands dragging a chair to her table before he sat on it. He didn't want to work with her, chances were, they had different minds as to how they'd like to approach the problem and he ain't doing it her way. Not when it's transfiguration and one little mistake on her part could ended up with him being a ferret for life. He'd rather enjoy his human form thank you very much. And with things that had been going on lately in his life, he sure as hell need his human body.

#;p #p;groupies #sly:yoona

▼▲ wind me up ◦ • ◦ yoongi + irene

gryffrenedor :

joohyun snickers from where she’s lounging amongst the branches of a tree. oh yes, hiding up around here was the best place for a bird’s eye view of the ongoings of the castle grounds and what a lovely sight that walked right up to her eyes. a hufflepuff falling into the great lake and soaking himself wet through. rolling off of the tree with agility and years of practice in her limbs, she saunters over to him and flicks her wand, casting an instant drying charm with a little bit of strong wind. the effect would’ve been like having a giant blowdryer run you up. "having a little trouble with your feet there, buddy?" she teases as she holsters her wand.

He was pulling his shirt up, about to take it off to wrench it when a gust of warm, albeit a bit hot, gust of strong wind blew over him. And he had to stood his ground to make sure he didn't topple back down to the lake. "What the actual f–" the whispered profanity left his lips in surprise as he shot his head up, only to meet a girl wearing a grin of a cat's. Her wand dangling from one hand and a snicker accompanying her merry way and Yoongi knew right then that she must had seen him fell and she must had been the one drying him up. "Could've done that myself but thanks." A smile broke into his face as he shrugged, hands dropping his shirt back down. Yoongi was never one to rely too much on magic, maybe it was because his mother was a squib, but for things he could do the mortal ways, he would. Didn't mean he didn't appreciate the little magical help he had gotten from the gryffindor though.

#;p #gry:irene #p;wing

yoongi & hyomin

She knew that Yoongi would never eat that she is all alone now. Well she was but there is a story behind why. Hyomin opens her mouth to answer but then Yifan’s words popped into her mind and she closed her mouth. As much as she liked to talk about her things this wasn’t something she was supposed to talk about it. Yifan was already enough mad at her. She bit her lower lip, no she couldn’t do that.

"Let’s say that I have… I’m in a very complicated situation at the moment and I’m trying to figure things out with the guy… Which is not going too well.." She sighs but soon puts another smile on and nods her head. "And what about you Yoongi? We haven’t talked in a good while." She nudges his shoulder a bit with a playfuly smile.

"A guy?" Yoongi quirked his eyebrow as he gulped down half the content of his glass. She certainly looked like she's in knee deep in this trouble. Guys, girls, love. They always messed things up because then your head will stop working and you let your heart took reign of your body and mind. And although you should listen to your heart but you have to think with your brain. Or at least that's what Yoongi thought. "D'you wanna...talk about it? We ain't going anywhere anytime soon anyway." murmured whisper amongst the buzzing crowd, a gentle reminder that she could always tell him things and he'd have his mouth shut for her. "I'm good." He started, the reply almost automatic before he gave the question another thought. His brother missing and his father at the hospital while his mother weaving away her sadness. But amongst all those he found some kind of hope, some ray of light. Though in the form of something he hadn't expected at all. He chuckled at the thought of the cocky Slytherin who just recently sneaked his way into his mess of a life. "Yeah i'm good right now."

#;p #sly:hyomin

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

{—perhaps jongdae himself gets a sense of nervousness from this, though he is a master of disguise, which is why he does well at masking his true emotions behind sly smirks and little gestures — taunting gestures, because their relationship is one that varies. One day the could be the greasiests and cutest among the couples among Hogwarts, other days they woudn’t even spare a glance at each other, both stubborn in their own way to initiate a conversation, or admit missing the other. His steps are thin as he advances into the room, adrenaline rushing through his veins at the thought of something new, unseen; he is not hesitant, but he wishes to remember the details, though he’s fairly convinced it wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time he would visit it.}

{—there’s not much time for him to do so however, a pair of warm hands settle on him, and no matter how used he was with yoongi’s presence, any sort of direct contact startles him still; his skin crawls, suppresses a series of tremors as he turned towards the other in time to watch him walk away, ‘tsk’ing quietly, followed by a roll of his eyes. it takes all the willpower not to smash their lips together in place, so he composes himself by clearing his throat, advancing towards the bed, though he pauses at the edge, only letting his knee dip against the mattress} You barge in my room all the time… I should hope I can do the same.

#;s #s;landfill #sly:jongdae #HHH H HH H HH H H

[ // – a hint of a smirk comes across his face as he watches the mattress sinks with the other's weight. he doesn't move either, preferring to keep what they have now. he doesn't quite understand this thing between them. yoongi has always been an affectionate person, a very physical person. skin against skin, fingertips on his loved one's body, hand around wrist and kisses on their cheeks. but not with jongdae. not with the one he harbors this much passion for. no, their heated gazes are enough. the little spark of electricity when they nearly touch each other is enough. the smirks and the titillating whispers they share with each others, dripping with innuendos, laced with songs of fervent ardor that will never be sung – that's all enough for yoongi, ] [ // – he pushes himself forward, his one leg folded on the bed, toes grazing the other's clothed knee. his eyes are teasing, smile taunting the other to come closer, daring him to take the lead this time. but he says nothing. for he knows that the one in front of him knows exactly what he wants him to know. there's no need for words, the sexual tension between them is already so thick you can cut it with a knife. but who will cut it, is the question lingering in both their minds. ] of course you can. [ // – he murmurs under his breathe, lips closing and opening ever so slightly behind the smile they're wearing ]

agustdefsoul

#s;uga #last gif before sleep

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#tbd #ooc

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

{—jongdae was a man that held on his pride, he wanted people to know about his origins, the house he belonged to; although he was not wearing the school uniform at the given moment, his attire was still pretty much composed from a gray sweater and green stripes along it, the slytherin badge shining on the left side of his chest. his appearance and disappearance had to do with family matters indeed, forced to come out in contact with his parents whom he abhorred, which is why he came to the conclusion that he would isolate himself at hogwarts once again; each step was calculated, eyes big at the sight of something new. it had always been yoongi visiting the dungeons and now that he had the chance to, he scanned and scanned for every little detail — an observant person, he was.} {—he catches the other’s words, expression stoic for the sake of teasing, though when he was on the verge of passing, he paused, head tipping to the side enough for their lips to be inches away, but instead of leaning forward for a fierce kiss, he grins and steps in the room, until standing in the middle to catch a full view} ..You know, for a house with a terrible color choice that will soon make me go blind, this isn’t half bad.

#;s #s;landfill #sly:jongdae

[ // – to have jongdae visit his room for a chance, it sends shivers of excitement down yoongi's spine, it makes his heart bubbles up with the flutters of a ten years old in front of his first crush. it's no butterflies in his stomach, but fire. burning red fire that fills his whole being with passion. yet he keeps his face cool as he leans against the door frame, hands silently casting a soundproof spell, not wanting his housemates to eavesdrop on whatever might or might not happen within these four walls. ] [ // – he follows the other into the room, rounding him as his hand hovers over the other's shoulder as he turned in front of the slytherin prince – his slytherin prince. face leaning in closer, leaving barely an inch between them, he whispers his reply ] well, i got to say, i've refined taste, don't you agree? [ // – one second, two seconds, three seconds that feels all too long as he stares into the dark pools of jongdae's eyes. their breathes warm against each other skin. he tugs his lips into a lazy smirk before he pulls away, throwing himself to his bed as he sits there, elbows propping himself up as he stares at Jongdae ] So, what brings you here? Anything i can help you with?

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

{—the permission for physical contact had a while since passed from jongdae’s side, and although yoongi was full aware he could do as wanted ( with minor exceptions such as ambush ), he still respected his private space, which was honestly relieving and one of the many reasons he grew fond of what they had. there’s a small breath and although he does with to have hold on yoongi’s waist, hand, or even pinky finger, but he also feels thrilled by the situation alone, how fierce their gazes were comparing to lack of touching. it wasn’t love what he felt, not in the slightest, but it wasn’t simple liking either; a strong feeling that wrapped his heart with a heavy pressure which made him want to burst in a series of emotions is what he felt} {—he rolls his eyes at the question and tips his head to the side, lashes fluttered} don’t be ridiculous, i do always get what i want, with or without approval. {—he speaks, indifferent to pair of ears that might be listening to them and followed after yoongi’s hinting, composing himself by stuffing his hands in his pockets and simply walk past him towards the stairs}