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#( ooc. )#( things will be improvised / preestablished. )#( based on your muse of course. )#( starter call. )

hanhwayo:

“I know it’s your thing to boss people ‘round, but can’t you be a bit happy to see me?” A click of the tongue for dramatics, but tone lacking seriousness. Although parting with a huge amount of money was on the bitter end of the spectrum, Taehwa was proud when able to pay off more than expected. “C’mon, I just dropped off a bunch of money, straight into your pockets, and now I’m working extra as a waiter?”

Not even anything wrong with the drink, the blonde reasons as he once again picks up the glass. But perhaps it was as cliché as the movies – only pure alcohol was good enough (in which case the own drink would be disqualified). It still doesn’t take long until he returns with a second glass, of something almost smelling hospital, according to Taehwa and his preference of drinks that barely taste of alcohol at least. He doesn’t point it out as the glass is handed over to Inguk; this time without a straw. “There. Only ‘cause it’s impolite to drink alone.”

“I'm simply concerned for the hangover you're going to have.” he says after listening to the boy complain – he says that, but it's clear that this has definitely not been it and he simply dislikes distasteful things, such as the trash that Taewha had been about to pour down his throat. He still saw him as a drug dealing kid rather than someone meaningful, but things could change and he did have a respectable amount of clients in the model business. Once he returns, he gladly receives the glass and looks much more satisfied smelling its content than he'd looked before.

“You approached me saying you want to talk about love. Go ahead. I am just not going to contribute to the topic.” There was no way in hell he would allow himself to be drunk enough to begin talking about his dead wife. It was something enough people had whispered about him in the past, something that his son Siwon reminded everyone around him of with his face so unlike his and his clear lack of a female presence around him when growing up.

#hanhwayo #( ic. )#( why do you even hang out with him. )#( and yes it's been a long time! I'm glad you remember me. heh )

gumihc:

.• ♡┊ If someone were to look at them right now, they would probably think that the big bad FOX has rendered yet another man vulnerable & defenseless at her feet, thoroughly ignoring all the efforts she had to face in pursuance of unveiling his weaknesses ; this man, he’s most certainly not a fool, which is something that alarms & attracts her at the same time, to the point that she often wonders WHO is the moth & WHO is the flame.

The ghost of a shiver runs down her currently bent spine, slithering from vertebra to vertebra as his fingertips dance across the expanse of her alabastrine flesh — If he was in a normal state of mind, to allow him to get so close would have been naught but the decision of an imbecile. Instead, the coquette leans against his touch whilst a loud PURR thunders along the width of her breastbone. Just like a deceitfully TAMED cat, she fleetingly nuzzles her devil-kissed tiers against his hand as it legs go of her & finally, her lashes flutter closed for a moment.❛ If I BURN you, will you SCREAM for me ? ❜

Silken tone chimes out, spoken in a sickeningly saccharine tonality ; a single hand is outstretched towards one side of his visage, where her fingers gently trace the sharp features of his cheekbone.❛ Are you really CRAZY about me ? ❜ All of sudden, the tender caress of plump tips is replaced by the harsh scratching of finely manicured nails. ❛ Tell me how crazy you are. ❜

Her lips against his hand, the smell of her hair, the sound of her voice, it all bleeding together and the alcohol still making him dizzy sent blood rushing through his body, boiling hot. Oh yes, she burned him. Inguk stares at her with half-lidded eyes, mouth standing ajar a little bit until she touches him again and reminds him that he is being watched. He hisses lowly when her gentle touch turns into something sharp, the slight pain startling him, causing him to tense up. For anyone else, it might have been a signal to stop and re-evaluate the situation but for him – baring his teeth, he smiles at her, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest at her boldness. “I'd disembowel someone with my bare hands for you. Rip out their adam's apple and present it to you like the finest jewelry.” He sits up a little, uncaring whether that will make her claw him more or not, giving himself support on his elbows.

He'd like to pull her on top of him, grab her thighs and push her right against where most of his blood was rushing right now, but he doesn't, he might – no, he doesn't, he awaits what she has in store for him, sinful thoughts making his eyes glow. Maybe it will be so much sweeter.

#gumihc #( ic. )#( spray ??? them ??? both ??? )#( this is gonna be one awkward boner. )

gumihc:

.• ♡┊ Lithe body crouches downwards with a leisure but equally graceful movement, guided by the sole purpose of thoroughly observing & enjoying the HILARIOUS spectacle brought forth right in front of her fire-wrought eyes ; with his frame desperately anchored to the softness of an expensive carpet, Ahreum is bound to feel a sudden surge of DOMINANCE & SOVEREIGNTY rising within her breastbone, thus allowing the porcelain of her alabastrine complexion to gleam in a way that would have put the Sun itself to shame.

Thick lashes flutter slowly below half-mast upon feeling the way his cold fingers trace the expanse of her cheeks, cupping her visage with a naïve tenderness that she would have never expected from him— After all, to talk in gentleness & colors is something that is not natural to their mother tongue.❛ Oh no !! What am I supposed to do, now ? ❜ PURRS in response the vixen, allowing the corners of her rouge-tinted tiers to slant upwards into a mischievous simper whilst a silver-belled chuckle escapes from her throat, making her slender shoulders shake for the briefest of moment. A single hand is raised, dainty fingers loosely furling around his wrist & she speaks yet again, CHALLENGING him. ❛ You might get burnt, my dear. ❜

⟨ @ingukk — ❤ ⟩

Her laughter echoes in his brain,lingers there much longer than it does in the room to the point thathe has to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to make it stop. Openingthem again, his dark hues land on her face again, pupils dilated,fascinated. She's glowing. Her laughter should have been alarm bells,but all it took to set him back into a state of drunk enchantment wasone glance at her features.

It's a good thing she touches him. It brings him back to the real world – at least halfway. Herwarning still does not sound like a warning to him. It sounds likethe offer to play a game. A strife he yearns to accept. “Then burn me.” he dares, fingers sliding until their tips touched theback of her neck, carded through hair. It feels soft, and since hisimpulse control is close to non-existent right now, he cards his fingers through it a little bit until a strand of her comes loose,tickling him. His hand lets go.

“You could simply leave right now ,Ahreum.” His voice is slow, words forming thickly – it's notreally a drunken slur, but something close to it. “But you don't because you have a motive. And because you know I'm crazy about you. You know. You have to know. I know that you know.”

#gumihc #( ic. )#( please stop him. )#( ...and the formatting thing is happening again what is this. )

necndemon:

he did a good job with the big boss’ not so big colleague –emptying his bank account was as easy as letting drugs in a drink and have him thinking that the ‘fake nephew’ and the ‘disgusting whore’ who reduced him to nothing were two different people altogether, much to park jimin . the venom of the demon was artificial, was not foolproof, but as long as it pleased the demon with great results there was no way it could be considered different from a good weapon.

alas, he won’t deny he liked to play a little with his food before eating it.

« uncle is still very upset for the theft, he felt so mortified it had to happen right when i was visiting. » and he’d fake upset voice and upset expression –half lidded eyes and lips aiming downwards with corners in an adorable-looking pout. a fake, a ruse, but still a believable one indeed. « it depends on who drives –if it’s you, kim-ssi, i’ll sit on the front, if it’s a driver, i’ll sit with you on the back. »

Inguk keeps being surprised by the boy and breathes out a soft chuckle to prevent himself from showing any further expression that would convey he knew the boy lied. “He still has you safe and sound.” His voice is soothing, fatherly. “That's the most important thing.”

He opens the car's passenger door for the boy to slip into. “It's me. I can drive by myself if there's no work to do on the way. I'm an able-bodied person.” He hums, and circles the car to take his own seat.

“Seeing that your dear uncle is busy trying to get back what he lost tonight, I assumed that you would like some amusement since you came all the way here. Being alone after what happened would be scary, hm?” he asks, voice deep and soft, and starts the car's engine, the motor purring softly.

#necndemon #( ic. )

falseisthistale

TvN’s Liar Game; Kang Do Young, hands focus

#( mask. )#( I usually describe his hands and fingers a lot but I mean look at them why wouldn't I? )

necndemon:

he’s neon demon, sweet spiral of all things sinful so perfectly wrapped and fitting his meek looking figure; a sweet smile and a good dose of drugs, always ending up with countless zeros sliding into one, red and doom-looking. it was an art hard to master but he was master of it, no doubt.

and he knew when it was moment to strike –and when it was moment to observe, just like for this round; big fishes needed time in order to be exploited, ruined, devoured. the demon had to adapt –hunting in a hurry would only leave traces over traces in his rapid path.

( and traces were known for being distasteful. )

so he wore his best smile, the pretty lips on display, almost asking to be devoured like sweetest temptation. « of course, sir. i’ll follow your lead. » and voice sounding just like the thickest honey, the smile slightly widening. « it’s jiwook, sir –but i’m sure you knew that already. »

Clever little thing. He thought, quite surprised by the fact that he did use the same name that he did at the event – which meant, most certainly, that he remembered him. Something he didn't like feeling. But this was no time for frustration, not even for so much as a twitch of his face.

“I'm quite relived. Your uncle seemed to dote on you so much, I did not honestly believe he would let you out to accompany someone of my caliber.” he hummed and led the boy towards his car.

“On which seat are you the most comfortable? Passenger, or back?” he asked gently, as if to decide which door to open for him, while really, he wanted to see where the boy's act would lead to. A spoiled prince would choose the backseat. The flirtatious type the front seat.

#necndemon #( ic. )

❝ Everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

He'snot sure how she managed to get him into this position, but he wasvery positive that the fabric underneath him was a carpet – notthat he would turn to check when he could be looking at her faceinstead. It had been a long time since he was so drunk, things weretwisting out of proportion a little bit, moving when they should bestatic. It was a foolish thing to do.

“Ahreum.”he said slowly, emphasizing each syllable. “Ahreum-daun...” headded, thinking of himself as very witty at that moment. He rolled tohis side a little bit to face her even more. His hands reached out tocup her cheeks, fingers spread a little bit. He could completelycover it with his long fingers, he realized. While his touch usuallywould have been hard and distinct, it was loose this time. Ingukbroke out into a smile without realizing.

“I caught you.”

#gumihc #( messages. )#( and this is how inguk died?? because he liked a face?? )#( ic. )

necndemon:

@ingukk

« i am here as requested, sir. » he’s pretty doll and one of a kind collectible, whose skin shone so nicely under the lights of the entrance, the outfit only enhancing the delicate figure eyes admiring with carefulness the man in front of him –not that used to go to clients’ place before an event for he’s usually the one who got the amazing privilege of being picked up from wherever he’d decide with the client. small figure moved in a slight bow, long lashes fluttering. « if you’re ready we can go. »

Inguk musters the boy. The boy who ripped off CJ-manager Pyo Seunghoon. It had seemed strange enough when Pyo introduced him as his nephew at the event in Busan, when Pyo had one of the ugliest faces he'd ever seen in his life. Also, when he showed the boy around akin to a new car rather than family. He'd seemed so innocent with his puppy-dog eyes and baby-smooth skin. And Inguk had quietly watched him wrap Pyo around his little finger and wasn't even surprised when the man cried on his shoulder about everything he lost the next day. Still, he won't mention it just yet, of course, see if the boy remembers him from the event – which is unlikely, because he appreciates not making a spectacle out of himself.

“In that case we can head out.” he offers him his arm to link his into. “Forgive me, but what was your name again?” Let’s see which one the little brat is going to use this time.

#necndemon #( ic. )

❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

Han Taewha’s presence was like that ofa fly you’d love to swat, but don’t bother to do so because you’reengrossed in something more important. Inguk’s eyes flickered towhere he stood, and back to the night sky he’d been mustering.

“Let’s keep our cancers to ourselves,shall we.” he stated – luckily, for Han, he was not in the worstof moods. He was content with where he was seated, and the day hadflown by without major annoyances. He briefly glanced at the dealer,his attention being caught by the drink he’d brought to his table.Long fingers reaching out, he grabbed it, easily shoving the strawaside with his index finger and raised it to smell at it. His mouthtwitched at the overbearing scent and he placed it back to where itwas. “Go fetch something less repugnant and give this to theflowers.”

#hanhwayo #( messages. )#( this made me so happy I gave you your boss in a good mood! )#( yes this is a good mood shh. )

kamiusings

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

#( games. )#( whether we interacted before my hiatus or not send me one. i love these. )#long post

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#( I am back from Seoul. )#( ooc tbd. )

you-are-jeff

She had a soft voice and strong hands. When she sang she would seem too large for the room and she would play guitar and sing which would make his chest feel huge. Sometimes he would touch her knee and smile. Sometimes she would touch his face and close her eyes.

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes (via you-are-jeff)

#( her. )#( musings. )

“But what if we get caught?”

SEND ME ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION

Perhaps pressing the most upper button of the elevator - to the rooftop, and also the buttons of upper floors where rarely anyone went - had been a bit of a childish thing to do, especially when it was just for kissing her.

“....this elevator has cameras from two different angles.” He murmured, hands coming to rest against each side of her waist. “We already have been caught.”

#lveah #( messages. )#( ic. )#( v: vertigo )

416dean:

Accompanied by a click of his tongue, Dean shook his head and gestured for the other to slow down. “I appreciate how eager-” The word could not be said with a hint of sarcasm with it, “You want to learn about business man swag but swag–at least I believe personally–is something that can’t be taught. It’s sort of like..trying to teach somebody to be cute. If you’re not cute, you’re just not cute. There’s no way around it. So you either accept the fact you simply are business man swag or you reject it and become..not..business man swag.” But the fact the other considered that Dean had swag, felt rather flattering to the choreographer.

“Oh, but I am ‘business man swag’. Can’t you feel it?” he drawled dryly, mostly to mess with the boy. It didn’t look like their little meeting would bear any fruits, in which case, he’d just tell his CEO that it was unfortunately Dean’s fault. “Now, how would this coaching continue, Mr. Top Choreographer? Because right now I don’t feel very coached. If you’re hoping your ‘swag’ will just rub off on me, it’s not working.” He stepped in closer, provocatively hovering over the boy, showing him that they were not on eye level.

#416dean #( ic. )#( cute Dean is being cute? )

vxlpiine:

He was more clever than she had initially thought - And most of all, he wasn’t as desperate as the rest of the men inside of the large saloon. It didn’t matter how much she smiled or how alluring the tone of her voice was, he kept his attention focused on everything else but her and words would fail to describe how annoyed the She-Fox was slowly feeling thanks to this. Perhaps, she wasn’t playing well enough just yet, perhaps he was way too used to being in the company of beautiful women and thus a simple grin along with a sway of her hips would have never been good enough to keep his eyes focused on her but oh well, she loved challenges and if he wanted to play hard to get, then she was more than happy to show what a true seducer could do.

❛ Your words flatter me. ❜ Plush tiers parted in order to allow her bewitching voice to answer his statement, making sure to put enough emphasis on certain words to successfully convey her thoughts about her presence there.❛ And I thought I would have looked like a defenseless, delicate flower in front of your eyes - If you claim that I don’t look like a prey, does it mean that I look like a predator? ❜ Oh, how much she loved this word, how much she loved to roll it upon her tongue.❛ I wouldn’t mind to play the part of the predator for once, it would definitely be interesting. What about you? Which category do you think you belong to? ❜

The Gumiho needed to be careful, she needed to pay particular attention to what she uttered in pursuance of not exposing herself too much just yet. After all, who was she to know what kind of woman he liked? How could she know whether he preferred to be in the company of a savage predator or if he was more willing to play the part of the hero in front of a defenseless prey? The glass of pure crystal was gently placed upon the tiles of the balcony and once she stood up straight once more, she didn’t fail to notice his attempt to cover her petite frame with his jacket; obviously, she was more than willing to accept and after gracefully nodding her head, she leaned closer, almost curling against the soft fabric.

Yet, this time she didn’t remain still. Oh no, on the contrary, she took a few steps in order to stand in front of him, barely any space left between them, as her bedeviled lips curled into a feeble but malcious smile.❛ You’re spoiling me - I might get used to this attention way too soon. ❜

He had managed to regain most of his calm, even though this woman was bewitching enough to make him lose half of his senses and turn him into a wanton, lovestruck fool, his own long fingers still curled around the neck of his wine glass. But then she stepped closer, her scent washing over him and he couldn'thelp but look at her face and gaze back into her eyes – usually, it was what gave most women and their intentions away, but her gaze was like an abyss he threatened to stumble into, dark, bright, cold and scorchingly hot at the same time.

Kim Inguk was never at a loss for words, but he was for a few seconds, swallowing and placing the glass of wine he had still been holding next to hers without looking. There was no sound of falling glass, so he supposed it settled down neatly. He exhaled, inhaled and could get an inkling of how it would be to breathe the same air as she did. Yet, he partly grounded himself. “You told me to never underestimate the danger of a woman. How could you seem like a flower to me?” He replied, voice tinted slightly lower than before, his pupils dilated.

“As for my category... I'm an ambush predator. I am where I am today because of strategies, observational skills...” A smile that mirrored hers in terms of malice subconsciously crept around the corners of his mouth. “...and quick kills.” If only she knew how much truth was in those statements. In the beginning, he had to do the dirty work himself,but now it took as much as a coded text message for him to dispose of someone that stood in his way.

His eyes flickered towards her lips and he imagined to put his hands around her hips, pull her close and kiss her, but something told him to be patient – perhaps because waiting made dinner taste better. So he stepped to the side, feigning innocence as he pointed towards Banpo Bridge. “Ah, the light show has already started.”

#vxlpiine #( ic. )#( prays for the formatting not to mess up this time )

hush-syrup

I’m on nobody’s side but my own. And if that sounds selfish, it’s because it is.

From Everville by Clive Barker ( via cartemancie )

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