bite ;

chae hyungwon. 21. familiar. earth affinity. order two. carriage house / 4e. 24 hr mart the pack.

[hyungwoncv-blog]

&. open wounds

[hyungwoncv-blog]

sehuncv:

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The shrill sound of the teacher’s whistle pierces the air, startling Sehun enough that he doesn’t do much to block Hyungwon’s last ditch attempt to retaliate in his surprise. The force behind the blind throw catches him off guard, drawing a pained groan when his ex-boyfriend’s fist connects with his skin, his mouth filled with the taste of copper when the punch splits his lip. He isn’t given the chance to return the favor because there’s a third pair of hands yanking them apart, rough and Sehun doesn’t have to look up to see just how pissed off their teacher is. He glares back at Hyungwon in irritation, though its effect is lessened by the tears prickling at his eyes and the blood smeared across his face. The adrenaline is wearing off now and pain sears through his body, leaving Sehun to breathe harshly through his broken nose in an attempt to keep himself composed long enough to get away from Hyungwon. After all that, he can’t afford to let the other boy see him breakdown. Shrugging the teacher’s hands off of him roughly, uncaring about how much more he’ll be punished for the disrespect, he pushes past Hyungwon with a hard knock of his shoulders. “Fuck you Hyungwon,” He hisses one last jab as he heads for the infirmary, trying for annoyed in hopes that the other won’t hear the defeat in his voice.

physical pain stifled the emotional for hyungwon. it had since his brother had disappeared, since his parents started to tell him that it should have been him; that the people who had raised him and brought him into the world, wished he was dead in preference for his brother. the break up with sehun was meant to cut his heart out, it was meant to bleed out any lingering feelings or beliefs. the familiar wanted to dig out every bloody and flimsy piece of flesh that stung, rippled, quivered with the hurt that couldn’t be healed with stitches and times. the throbbing heat that came from the prickling bruises and splits of skin where blood blossomed out barely shielded hyungwon from the sight of sehun across from him, nose broken and stained with red. he didn’t understand why it wasn’t working, he didn’t grasp how no matter what he did -- the sight of his ex-boyfriend was like a smooth blade pressing deeper into his chest. hyungwon huffed in frustration, chest heaving with panted breaths and turned his gaze elsewhere. his lids flinched closed when sehun’s steps drew closer, the push past that had him stumbling to catch himself before he fell against. blood spit out at the floor, much to the annoyance of the teacher who hissed his name and told him to get to the infirmary, now.

with on hand up to dismiss the teacher, hyungwon turned away to begin heading for the infirmary. it was automatic to shove a hand into his pocket, using the other to wipe at the blood on his face and try to clean himself up. there’s three feet between hyungwon and sehuns, a distance he keeps as he glances at the span of the older males shoulders and back. it was strange to feel the pang of missing the other at that moment, to be flooded with memories of wrapping his arms around sehun’s waist and leaving kisses along the curve of his neck. teasing words and inside jokes, left in the skin and against his ear. mornings of nibbling the line of his shoulders until he annoyed the older boy awake. memories that his mind spat were stupid and he should forget, but was washed over with as he continued to leave smears of blood on the sleeve of his shirt and on the front when he brought it to his face. there’s a shudder of a laugh at the reverberation of sehun’s spiteful words that had been thrown during the entirety of their fight; its bitter on his tongue and painful in his lungs. it was an attempt to shed anyway the burn of tears in the back of his eyes. there was no chance he was going to let sehun see him be weak for him. 

“was it fun to hit me, hyung? do you feel better now?” hyungwon asks, trying to keep his voice teased into a dance. a stinging burn stabbed up his arm, leading hyungwon to look down at the bruise of his knuckles from when he’d struck the other familiar. there was a flinch of recognition, and he balls his hand into a fist, clenching up the pain burns and dulls at the edges. self-destruction was the only way he could see himself becoming numb to everything, becoming stronger than everyone. if nothing mattered, nothing could hurt him or stop him. “i like knowing i still have such an effect on you. it’s cute seeing hyung so mad,” he prods, licking the taste of metal from his lips and wincing at the stinging touch to an open wound. every stabbing pain when he spoke, when he grimaced up an attempt of a smirk or bitter chuckle was better than the empty weight in his chest. the ugly remains of his heart still aching on every beat it still made for sehun. 

[fyhyungwon]

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[hyungwoncv-blog]

; v ; pats coven quietly. its sad to see you go. i know i’ve been crappy and haven’t been around much. these last few weeks of this semester are killing me. im in my last week of classes, but i dooo have.. 2 essays due next week. but after that i’ll be more free. i’m really attached to hyungwon, so i’m going to keep him around. i think, i’ll drop joonyoung though. i didn’t get far with him and i don’t know how much time ill have. 

but ofc, let me know if you’d like to plot/are sticking around. and we can do some things. ^^

[fyhyungwon]

[160926] Monsta x’s Diary: Monbebe’s First Birthday!

[hyungwoncv-blog]

&. open wounds

[sehuncv-blog]

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Hyungwon moved forward to shove him, the force of the second push throwing off his balance enough for Sehun to stumble. There’s a shift in Hyungwon’s persona, the tension mounting and he can see the crackle of emotion filling the once emptiness in his eyes. Sehun had gotten to him and he isn’t sure whether he’s happy about it or not. The other male continued to goad, taunting him with aggressive words to bribe him into a one-sided fight and Sehun stopped fighting the need to hold back. He wanted to feel something other than the pain of losing Hyungwon; the fresh wave of hurt from pushing him further away and seeing the last of his hope slipping through his hands. Frown etched into his expression, Sehun let all of it go and lashed out at him. Swinging with his right hand to land a second punch, followed by a third and a fourth, alternating hands until both were numb and bloodied, with both his and Hyungwon’s blood.

[hyungwoncv-blog]

pain simmers between the layers of his skin, but mixed with tang of blood on his tongue and the sight of sehun’s fist lowering, he knows it should hurt more than it does. that being hit by his ex-boyfriend should have left him wondering where they went wrong -- but he knew. he instigated it, he tugged and pulled sehun down to his level every chance he had. the sight of sehun glaring at him, fingers curled into his palm, is jarring from those evenings they spent curled up in bed, skin grazing skin, playful banter and the only pain swirled with pleasure. good memories, happy ones, smothered out with his bare hands, letting them get burned pink ( but they never died, they never simpered into a cold darkness. wasted efforts ). the frustrated growled between his teeth at the lash of words that came back at him, eyes black as he scoffs and shakes his head. “gave up?” a chuckle rattled in his lungs, brows arching; stabbing into the soft and tender flesh. “you have to want it give it up. i just stopped wanting it.”

there’s not satisfaction when sehun stumbles, no relief from the prickling sensation of drowning, and hyungwon never quite understands that. it made sense. break up with sehun, destroy everything they had, and he would move on. if sehun hated him, there would be nothing there to mourning, nothing to cling onto, nothing to hold him back. but here they both are, puncturing one another with the pieces; jamming them into one anothers skin. he didn’t understand why sehun wouldn’t walk away from him. “come on, hit me. i barely felt that one, it’s so pathetic,” hyungwon continues to provoke, continues to make the effort to push sehun into the proverbial corner and wait for him to lash out. the second strike silences him momentarily, blood staining through his teeth and there’s the warm trickle down his throat, above his lips. “again--” cut off by the third and forth connection to him. eyes squeezed shut despite his attempts to retain his glare at the older. pain flared in red and white in the darkness of his eyelids; the burn of tears he restrains blurring the colours.

it’s one foot connecting with another when he fumbles back, losing balance and left to catch himself unsteadily. one hand stretched out, curled onto the fabric of sehun’s shirt to remain upright and gasping quietly when his lungs scream from breath. there’s only pain, throbbing, searing, consuming, and the taste of his own blood. his empty hand curled, bound into a fist before he swings it blindly in sehun’s direction. an action that comes with the shrill of the whistle over the room and the teachers voice calling out. not that the demand for everyone to stop was going to restrain hyungwon who exerted all his strength behind the undirected attack. one he wanted to end the confrontation with, but instead rougher hands were pulling them apart. the scolding in the teachers voice muffled by the ringing in hyungwon’s ear, one eye squinted shut as he stared sehun down, smearing blood with the back of his hand. 

“both of you, to the infirmary. now,” the teacher ordered, “and i’ll see you both later about this.”

[lifeinpoetry]

Q: what was it like to love? A: oh, it was like burning. Q: where did it burn? A: everywhere. it burned everywhere.

Salma Deera, “Icarus in Interview Part 2,” The Burning Ones (via lifeinpoetry)

[hyungwoncv-blog]

&. the mist rises

[cvjeongguk-blog]

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He turned his gaze back onto the familiar, a retort forming on the tip of his lips. His eyes narrowed into a sneer and his fingers slowly curled into a fist, he didn’t need pride to spill blood he had a wicked right hook for that instead. “Maybe you should shut your fucking mouth—“, he stopped short. The light that had been illuminating their features was dimming ever slowly and Jeongguk looked down in confusion, blinking unsteadily at the fog. Why was there fog? “What the fuck.” It fell from his lips unbridled as he stared back up at Hyungwon. The nagging feeling at the base of his spine now growing from an annoyance, into something painful like a searing hot feeling of wrong.

[hyungwoncv-blog]

the confusion apparent on jeongguk’s features left hyungwon clicking his tongue, shaking his head, radiating his contempt at how foolish the other was not to notice the singing. everyone that he’d overheard had known about it. his eyes covered in a dark frustration as he let his gaze settle back, realizing that this was why he’d found himself disturbed by the approach of the other. jeongguk hadn’t been paying attention, he hadn’t been listening to the music, he had been wandering like a fool in the dark and stumbled upon him. “typical..” he muttered under his breath, combed his fingers loosely through his hair and letting the ink strands slip back down around his features.

hyungwon’s mouth twisted with the hint of a smirk when the curse word reverberated in the dark, lips parted to rebel against the suggestion to keep it shut. “why?” he taunts, only to find himself taken off guard by the reaction of the other, and the bewilderment that set upon both of them when hyungwon turned, looked over his shoulder and was met with the thick fog setting in over them. that’s when his senses nagging tore through his anger and annoyance at being interrupted. the drugs and alcohol must have dimmed them; his frustrated blanketed over what was left. “what the fuck is..” hyungwon stretched his hand out, only to jerk it back when the fog simmered and stung the lining of his skin.

two and three steps were stumbled back, his shoulder bumping into jeongguk’s and his sneakers scuffed across the ground. every nerve was abuzz, lit with the sensation that nothing about this was right. the hand that he’d swiped through the fog still burned and stung. he didn’t hesitate to turn his head, to look for a way out and remembering the paths that weaved through the caves. one hand stretched blindly for jeongguk, tugging at the witches arm as he began to move. he didn’t offer explanation, only began to step over the jagged lining of rocks and put space between him and the fog. his phone lifted up, glow casting across the cave walls to find the open way that would hopefully lead them; one that was half the side of where they were now. not that that stopped hyungwon who was folding over and beginning to head through it. only glancing back to see if the fog was still following them.

[hyungwoncv-blog]

i might be slow with plotting and replying for a bit. i’ve got this terrible pain around my wisdom tooth, and i need to get to a dentist ; v ; but its like a public holiday today. so until then, i’m on these pain meds that make me very drowsy. and im not sleeping well bc of the pain. so my mood is bleh and im super tired. but i will hopefully bbs.

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Mind and soul ‘

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slowly, and carefully, he makes his way over to the mirror to see how bad he really is. once he is standing before the mirror his eyes scan at his condition, nearly oblivious to the black ring that has formed around his eye until he realises something wasn’t quite right, eyes scanning back to see the colourings forming on his eye. he stands there in horror. looking at it. fingers touching it gently before he winces, a sharp pain shooting across his whole body. thats when he decides that somethings not quite right and that he couldn’t of done that, not when he’s starting to remember he didn’t even drink last night. 

having gotten ready he makes his way out to investigate the strange things that had happened. completely ignoring the fact he had lessons that were more important. 

[hyungwoncv-blog]

a cold ache twists in hyungwon’s bones, pain throbbing in his skull and prickling across his skin as sleep begins to abandon him for the reality of the morning after. each breath reminding him of the taste of metal in his mouth, the collision of fists to his flesh, the curses as he lunge forward with every intention of making them hurt far more than he did. the only regret he had now was that there was droplets of water falling to the back of his skull; freezing water shivering down his spine. that’s what makes him pull his body in closer, sighing against his knees and daring to open his eyes. the light blearing his gaze as he looked around his current place.

the bathroom. his bathroom by the shade of the towels and the familiarity. hyungwon was curled up in the bottom of his shower, clearly having plans he never made through. shirt splattered with red blood and something that stung the depths of his nose. one shoe off, one shoe on. belt undone and jeans digging into his hips. a clear state of undress that only made him shiver more as he began to pull himself up from the floor. every movement cracked his bones, stabbed pain through his skull and left him stumbling to clutch onto whatever was closest to keep himself upright.

one glance in the mirror to see the dark shade around his eyes, the red split of his lip and the purple of bruises across his skin where hands had been laid. half of their sources forgotten in a blur of a high and the haze of alcohol. only a black pit of anger and frustration that gnawed at hyungwon’s edges as he stripped off the last layers and collapsed into his own bed. body sinking into the sheets, hands numbly pulling the blankets over his cold form.

it’s not until hours later that he wakes up, dehydrated and hungry. still half-asleep, hyungwon pulls on a fresh set of clothing from his cupboards and is soon clutching his head as he begins to make his way in search of food, of water, of some sort of cure for the throbbing that still clouded through his mind. his eyes squinted shut when he reaches the bright glare of the sunlight, causing only pain to sting at his face with each expression and twitch of movement.

anything else that could be wrong was hidden from his senses by the pain and discomfort that ached through his body with every step and movement. in fact, the only time hyungwon pauses to realise something is wrong is when he knows he’s walking in the wrong direction -- knowing that what he wants is in the opposite direction and yet his instincts almost insists upon continuing the way he was. confusion knitted in his brow as he glances around, shoulders growing tense. there was something wrong.

[jinahcv-blog]

Friday Night

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jinahcv:

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They weren’t the best of friends, probably couldn’t even be considered friends by definition but his was the first real recognizable face she’d seen all night. She had a lot of acquaintances with names she never remembered and even more one night stands whose faces were so blurred in her memory and names long forgotten that if she came across them again, they’d strangers to her. Shifting her trajectory towards the empty seat next to him, Jinah drifted towards him like a moth drawn to a flame – as social as she could be, she wasn’t in the mood for awkward small talk and just wanted someone to have an easy conversation with. Hyungwon was a comfortable anchor for her in a sea of unfamiliar faces; a casual companion she had sought refuge with at parties in the past, so she had no qualms about dropping herself down unceremoniously into the seat beside him, offering him a smile in greeting. “Look at you, drinking all by yourself in the corner and looking like you’d rather be anywhere else,” she mused, words teasing but not unkind. “Quite the social butterfly, aren’t you Hyungwon?” Taking a sip of her drink, nose wrinkling at the overwhelming bitterness of her vodka to soda ratio, Jinah tilted her head towards him, expression melting into one of hopefulness. “Hey, got any smokes on you?”

any week that contained some form of discomfort for hyungwon needed to be washed away with alcohol and burned away with smoke; erased from his memory to keep his focus clear. one text message to the right person gifted him with the address for a party. even though he arrived fashionably late, it had less to do with changing his clothes--still dressed in the ripped jeans, the white shirt and black plaid long-sleeve shirt that he’d worn all day on--and more to do with the scent of smoke and the distinct remnants of the blunt he’d burnt through to waste some time. his fingers lazily combed through his hair as he made his way through the apartment, finding the alcohol first and then wandering around in search of someone who would be decent company. a familiar face who wouldn’t ask questions and was set on drowning with him. not that he found any. the tangles of limbs and grinding bodies, the rattle of chatter under the thud of the music; none of it caught hyungwon’s attention to join. all he was searching for was a distraction and if he couldn’t obtain that, he settled himself in a chair with a plastic red cup filled with alcohol.

the perfect mix of the lingering high and the growing haze of the alcohol left hyungwon with his body relaxing into his seat, head tilted back against the wall behind him and lifting the cup lazily to his lips for each sip. his eyes are anchored shut, put at ease by the hum of the bass through his chest and he’s almost falling asleep when a voice flutters his eyes open. cloudy brown orbs slowly rising up to take in the sight of jinah; a familiar stranger, one that he knows past the blinding state of drunkenness and outside of the dark corners of a room where he recognises bodies before faces. a languid lift of the corner of his lips as welcomes her presences. if only not to be left alone. any chuckle of amusement stifled against the rim of plastic, swallowing the sip of alcohol and letting his gaze drift from jinah and around the room. “i must be. you’re here,” hyungwon quips back, turning his head and letting his attention listlessly find her again. 

instead of answering her question, hyungwon begins to pilfer through his pockets until he found the small packet of cigarettes. with his elbow tucked onto the arm of the chair and his teeth latched onto the plastic of his cup, he frees his hands to push open the packet and pull out two. one for himself and one for her, offered out. the lighter tucked in the slightly crushed cardboard plucked out as well before he drops it lazily in his lap. there a little juggle of his hands until hes drink is in one hand, smoke tucked between his fingers and he’s looking at jinah. “do you know anyone here?” he queries, wondering if the girl had got an invite from a friend. hyungwon tended to rely on the friend of a friend connection, it meant he wouldn’t end up surrounded by the same people and he could find someone who didn’t know him well enough to avoid him. “i just asked if one was going on and this was the first address i got,” hyungwon admits with a shrug. not that it matter if this was a party of strangers or not. it was sheer curiousity on the familiars part. 

[preciouskidoh]

the cutest

[hyungwoncv-blog]

&. get high with me

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the last person hyungwon allowed himself to be truly affectionate with was sehun. the last person whose fingers were welcomed into his hair with softness and who he relished the gentle, subdued touches with was his ex-boyfriend. since then hyungwon had been building walls, holding them up until the pressure weighed in on him and he was trapped there. every sign of affection seen as an attack on his defenses and aggressively trying to assert himself as someone that no one could pet and tame. his brown orbs glanced over at jongin when there’s fingers pet to his cheeks, gnawing on his bottom lip and tilting his head to the side, only enough to look like he was attempting to turn away from the fingertips. his gaze averted and a soft scoff rolling from his lips. “i never look cute. that’s such a lie, hyung,” he shoot back in response, licking his lips and shrugging. voice slipping lower as he mutters. “you’re the one who is cute.”

jongin was his best friend. it was a fact that no one else would have gotten hyungwon to begin giving them a massage. no one else would get away with calling him ‘hyungwonnie’ or make him comfortable enough to slowly begin to slip back into who he was before his brothers disappearances. taking note of the noises that jongin made as he worked the aches and tension out of his muscles. pinpointing where he needed to focus on. “you don’t need to do that,” hyungwon responds, the closest he could inch towards admitting that the older boy was attractive and chuckling briefly, softly. a sound rare on his lips as time went on. the lips finding jongin’s jaw are almost proof, evidence, and unspoken compliment in hyungwon’s mind as he lost his ability to speak warmly to people he had once been able to. actions mattered more, didn’t they? it made sense in his slight haze.

maybe it was a terribly and horribly ill-decision in the moment. but no matter how many people he slept with, none of them loved him, none of them held an emotion deeper than a momentary attraction. none of them offered him any semblance of a true intimacy, the kind he’d had with a boy he still loved despite his best efforts, and jongin was someone who knew him. jongin must have cared to put up with him, he hand softer hands and he chuckled so airily and so warmly into his mouth that hyungwon could fool himself into thinking it tastes like happiness. no amount of alcohol and no type of drug offered him something as relieving as a momentary idea of fulfillment.

jongin’s legs slipping further apart at his touch encourages his actions, letting his finger traces along them hem and across the zipper. his mouth finding the sensitive skin under the older boys ear as he lets his gaze drag down jongin’s front and to his hand, cupped over the jongin’s crotch, feeling him growing aroused at his touch and that spreads heat through his own abdomen. a low chuckle slipping out at jongin’s teasing remark, subdued and stifled with the ample pink lips upon his skin; teasing nips of his skin leaving him tingling with anticipation for more. black lashes falling upon his cheeks as he tilts his head, bare more of his neck and jaw as a groan trembles in his chest. “have i ever been that good of a dongsaeng?” hyungwon taunts back, despite his long slender fingers working open the button and urging his fingers under the denim layer, zipper dragging open. pad of his thumb finding the head of jongin’s member under the thin layer of his underwear, pressing over it and teasing circles. a smirk on his lips, eyes half lidded as he takes in peeks of golden skin where fabric had become crumpled and grazes it back up to the older features. 

there’s a rumble of a chuckle, humming as he teases the older more.  “is this what you want, hyung?”

[hyungwoncv-blog]

&. open wounds

[sehuncv-blog]

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Hyungwon offered his surrender and had Sehun been thinking clearly, he would’ve just accepted it and walked away. It was an invitation to save face and escape with minimal damage. He wasn’t thinking clearly however, and the easy admission of defeat only proved to irritate him further, especially when Hyungwon followed it up with another jab at his worth. To be viewed as something so meaningless, seen as less important than an ability to hold down and fuck people that weren’t him in the eyes of someone who used to mean everything to him – it was a low blow that hurt just as much as his other vicious words. So rather than backing off like a civil human being, Sehun throws the class rules out the window and balls his fist tighter, steps towards him before throwing his arm out with more force than necessary. There is no acknowledgement of the rules or etiquette of sparring when he aims directly for his face, wanting to feel the sick sense of satisfaction when his fingers meet flesh.

[hyungwoncv-blog]

it wasn’t supposed to be this hard. chae hyungwon had been a soft child, someone who wanted to be liked and craved the adoration of those around him. more than anything, he was a boy who had wanted someone to shower him in their love and affection. when he’d started to fall for sehun, when they were together, he had had what he’d wanted more than anything as a boy. a perpetual and unending happiness that was strung up on the corners of sehun’s smile, nestled in the warm chuckle against his skin and those fingers grazing playfully over skin. the twenty-one year old knew that he would have to push himself, that it would hurt and that it’d break him fraction by fraction, finger by finger, until there was none of that soft child that he once was. none of that naive and hopeful boy who thought if he worked hard enough, his family would accept who he was and what he was. there had to be a point where the pain would be overcome with the numbness. that’s what hyungwon was hanging on for as he looked at sehun. a point of no return where it wouldn’t feel like he was turning himself inside out every time he forced himself to hurt the other.

weak, comes from sehun’s lips and hyungwon’s gaze wavers, fingers clenched into a fist. i’m not weak. i’m not weak. i’m not weak. “yeah, they bend over, beg for it. and i don’t care if they come back, it’s better if they don’t hang on to me pathetically,” he snaps back, irritated by the attack on a vulnerable spot in his armour. hand trembled with how tightly he bound his fist, digging nails into the palm to try to control himself. breath held, staled in his lungs until he huffs out the remnants only once he’s able to control his gaze. if he remained that weak and pathetic boy he’d been for so long, then everything he’d done in the last months was worthless; everything he’d destroyed and how much he suffered. his chest was heavy, as if someone had tied an anchor to his heart and was pulling his insides down to his feet. a empty and hollow sensation securing in his body as he began to step away from sehun. this was not going how he wanted. everything they said to one another, the images of sehun with someone else eating at the back of hyungwon’s resolve.

he sees the movements, the first coming in his direction and he refuses to duck, avoid or block. instead letting the bone meet bone, the flesh meet flesh, and the taste of blood to flood across his tongue. a light daze blinding him as he fumbles a step back, catching himself and then swiveling his head to look back at sehun. the anger that fills the force of the blow leaves a momentary fear and panic slicing through hyungwon’s gaze. as if he was hit by the knowledge that he was losing sehun, the realization leaving him breathless and spitting the blood onto the blue mat at his feet. “hit me again, sehun. like you mean it this time,” hyungwon voice is low and graveled, yet there was a hollowness cocooned in the center of his attempt to seem vicious and angry. a hand wiping at the corner of his mouth and then at his nose, trying to gauge whether there was blood trickling out or not. the burn of injury radiating through his jaw and aching in his bones. 

hyungwon steps forward, hands shoving roughly at sehun’s chest as he stares at the other. he can feel the usual persona slipping, the cool disinterest cracking with frustration and hurt as he follows up the first shove with a second one, using more strength. “fucking hit me. knock me out. kill me if that’s what you want. don’t be a fucking pussy about it,” he growls in anger, the fire and heat of it dissipating and he’s trying to clutch onto it; hold on so he can hide. this was why he wanted to walk away, before sehun realized that he was under his skin, that he still had such an effect of him. that no matter how much hyungwon was trying to untangle himself from the love he had for him, it was still there and it was choking him. “fucking do it, sehun.”

[hyungwoncv-blog]

&. we’ll burn together

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once more taemin in cursing at him, swearing about his clothes and hyungwon prickled with excitement hearing how pissed off the older boy sounded about his actions. a dance with the devil and hyungwon didn’t mind pushing the limits to see how far he could push taemin in return for the hands against his own skin, the nails digging in and leaving him hissing. pain naggingly stung at the edges of his senses, left his chest rising and falling with laboured and ragged breaths, and letting a guttural groan rumble inside his chest. “and what have i said about ordering me around?” his voice trembled with the low biting chuckle, twisted with amusement. the burning heat that was mixing with the scent and taste of blood in the air, a dark and earthy temptation. something raw and primitive about the moment that only urges hyungwon deeper into the hollow caverns of his mind to find the ruthless animal that was inside him.

every movement flexes through the muscles pangs and stabs at a cloud of stinging pain that was taking over his senses. the question of the condom drawing out a tremble of a chuckle, fingers squeezing taemin’s thighs and nodding his head. “i wouldn’t want to catch something,” hyungwon replies in a dismissive and knowing tone; as if taemin didn’t need to ask, because there was little chance that he was going to risk sleeping with the other without some sort of protection. a ravenous hunger barely satiated by the taste of taemin’s skin on his lips, caught and released between his teeth leaving remnants of bite marks in the pale flesh. the drag of his shirt up over the fresh wounds provokes a stifled growl into taemin’s neck, and he can hear the impatience begin to show in the witches actions and voice. the short and abrupt demands. hyungwon’s fingers coiling under the fabric of his shirt as he leans back enough to tug it over his head, black strands falling messily back into place around his murky gaze. inky colours swirling his brown orbs shades darker as his muscles tense under taemin’s nails dragging down his skin, body rolling with the touch and hips grinding roughly against the olders.

the floor creaks under them as hyungwon steps back, putting his supernatural strength to use as he wraps one arm under taemin and carries him the short distance to one of the few pieces of furniture that remained. wordless and stubborn actions made by the familiar as he refuses to vocalize his submission to the order. table shuddering, scuffing on the wood when taemin is dropped quite hazardously onto it. he peels himself away from the body warmth, standing at his full height as he begins to undo taemin’s jeans. button undone, zipper tugged open before he begins to pull them from his hips. “you’re so fucking needy and demanding..,” hyungwon mutters in annoyance, bothered that his own wants lined up with taemin’s and wanting to regain the higher ground out of sheer pride. long fingers curling between the skin and fabric, using that leverage to pull taemin down the table towards him. eyes hungrily dragging over the slender form, pale skin looking untouched and dipping into the hollows of his hips; hands slipping under, groping and lifting taemin’s backside from the surface as he half-steps back. holding taemin, dangled off the edge, and slowly letting go. “roll over.”

[hyungwoncv-blog]

5 things to learn about hyungwon from this sns meme :

he hasn’t taken a selfie and posted it online since before he broke up sehun. this is because he doesn’t see a point when he won’t see sehun like or comment on it. and knowing sehun sees it is about the only reason to post it.

he regularly tweets quotes from authors and books, and then deletes them within 24hrs, especially when they’re done while he’s been miserable and is expressing some sort of emotional turmoil.

he has about a dozen people whose contact names are, ‘do not answer’ with corresponding numbers and he still somehow manages to answer when the call or text anyway. he doesn’t know why he doesn’t delete them.

when he’s drunk and lonely, he will leave you voicemails calling you an idiot and then telling you to answer the phone next time. even when he doesn’t know what he’s going to say. he’s just a lonely and miserable kid.

sometimes those cute nicknames he puts in his phone are just because he can’t be bothered to remember your name and it lets him keep a distance. while others have far too much meaning, especially if you have any sort of title.

[hyungwoncv-blog]

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sns meme : accepting !!

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