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@jaehyun-nsc
put these in my ask box?
â¤ď¸: I'd date you
â: I think you're cute
âť: I like your smile
â: I'd like to text you
â: I want to be your friend
â: I consider you a friend
⍠: I like your music taste
â : I wish you were dead
â: I'd like to be your penpal
âż: I'd have sex with you
Krystal and Ahn Jae Hyun - 1st Look Magazine
Jealous messages
[MSG]: Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?
[MSG]: I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.
[MSG]: What do you see in that guy/girl?
[MSG]: (S)he's kind of hot... you think?
[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?
[MSG]: When's the wedding?
[MSG]: I heard you and ___ are an item.
[MSG]: Is there... someone else?
[MSG]: I never agreed to an open relationship!
[MSG]: Does she do that thing that I do for you?
[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.
[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.
[MSG]: How serious is it between you two?
[MSG]: You've been spending a lot of time with ___ recently.
[MSG]: So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.
[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?
[MSG]: Who's better in bed, me or him/her?
[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.
[MSG]: You're just a slut.
[MSG]: Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...
Anonymously tell me what you think of me.
( au; addiction / jaehyun-nsc. )
  âJesus, shh. Just.. shuâbe quiet for a moment, okay?â His brows furrows as he looks down at his friend, gaze sweeping over the soft features that protrude in the dark room before he looks away a few seconds later, gut twisting with impatience as he steps into the hallway of the dorm. Heâs never really this way, but tonight, it had felt imperative.Â
  Thereâs a few lights in the narrow walkway, hardly adequate if he were trying to get somewhere but he thinks itâs good enough if he remembers where he had just came from. His muscles are aching and he wants to set him down onto the ground as if he was a kid, but he doesnât trust Jaehyun in this situation. He wouldâve ran away if he was in his spot. His arms are sore and he wouldnât have been able to catch him. Jaehyunâs not very heavy, though. Itâs a good thing the elevatorâs right around the corner, he supposes.Â
  He hasnât made it very far but he stops abruptly and sets the man down onto the ground after a second thought. âDonât run away,â He mumbles softly as he presses the other against the wall before heâs standing up himself. Pressing his hands against either sides of the latter, heâs bending towards the other to shorten the distance between them and with his eyes flickering up to glance at the other, he takes this opportunity to observe what he couldnât before. Leaning closer, he brushes the tip of his nose against the skin of Jaehyunâs neck and breathes. Heâs so intoxicated and addicted that he doesnât really care about how he comes off to his friend. Thereâs crude images surfacing in his mind now and heâs barely able to take the images off. How long has it been since it got this serious? Four years? Five?Â
  His right armâ-the one farthest from Jaehyunâs roomâ-is removed from the wall and in his pocket it goes before heâs discreetly pulling out cuffs. âIâm insane,â the suggestion is nudging against his conscious and he wonders if Jaehyun is thinking the same.
  With nimble fingers, he swiftly locks the handcuffs around Jaehyunâs wrist in an effective trap. A faint smile in accomplishment graces his features and he reaches upwards to gently take the otherâs chin between his thumb and forefinger. âIâm not⌠going to hurt you. Iâm just making sure I get my way, Jaehyun-ah.âÂ
"I...But...B-But!" Jaehyun seemed to make an attempt at arguing, but...It wasn't exactly in his nature. His brows furrowed as he bit his lower lip, gaze averting to gaze down. "..I...Okay." He had always been somewhat submissive in nature, easy to go along with other's actions and words. He had always been easily influenced; it drove his friends crazy. He just....Followed. He rarely put in his own input. What should they eat? Jaehyun would agree with whatever someone else said. He didn't want to cause conflict, thus rarely having an opinion or standing up for himself...Like he should've in this...Kidnapping? Jaehyun-napping situation.
He wasn't sure what to do, exactly. He felt so..Awkward. Long and lanky, fitting strangely into your arms, all curled up with a confused sleepy face and a faintly squirming body. However, he tried to hold back his movements, fearing it would make it difficult for you. Even now, as he was being carried out of his room against his will, he still worried about complications. Perhaps he cared about people too much. This was an awfully strange situation. What else was he supposed to do?
Would you carry him all- Ah. They stopped. He was set down, feet shakily reaching the floor as he stood up, faintly slouched. His vision went fuzzy from a moment, not used to standing at first, brows knitting together as his temples faintly pounded. "..O-Okay..." He mumbled, uncertain and wary of his current situation. This was surely a big joke? A giant prank? He was against a wall now, bewildered as you got closer and closer, arms trapping him on either side like he was in a tiny jail cell. "W-What..." He grumbled, voice somewhat alarm as he shivered from the sensation of your skin brushing against his. "...What-t are you doing?!" His voice was a bit more alarmed, somewhat frightened as he began to realize this 'joke' was going a bit too far.
Click. Hand...Cuffs? His eyes widened, gaze slowly taking in the sight of the hard metal cuffs around his thin wrists, metal tough and rough against his skin. He carefully tugged, trying to pull his wrists away from one another, but these were...By no means plastic, much to his dislike. "T-These...Are real?" He questioned, expression worried as he gazed up at his friend, trying to search for a reason in your expression. Any. Any sign it was a joke. "....T-This-s isn't funny-y anymore. I....I don't like this prank. Can you stop now?"
Your smile was really unnerving. His anxiety grew as his breathe sped up, heartbeat hammering away as he became more frantic. He squirmed, tugging at his constraints, releasing a soft whine from the back of his throat. He froze when he felt the grip of your fingers on his chin, eyes forced to meet yours, wide and panicked like a caged wild animal. "I-I...I don't understand..." He tried to wiggle from the grip on his face, hands shaking somewhat from adrenaline and confusion. "This really isn't funny-y...I want to sleep."
eater.
Aá´ Ęá´É´á´ĘÉŞÉ´á´ á´É´Ęá´É´á´á´á´ ĘÉŞs otherworldly perception, allowing him to hear beyond the little noises a rat made as it scurried down a hole from a few feet away, and to catch the faint sound of fine hairs belonging to a particular creature being stroked by the cold, gentle wind which simply delivered him fearful shivers. Trained this way upon detecting the unknown [though in this case, it was not exactly the unknown], Yoichi flitted to the nearest spot that was screened from view.
He would had shifted into a bat and flown away into the blackening twilight, happily leaving death that most likely awaited him there in the dim district had he not been in a gang led by a cutthroat. He had done that in the past, of course [tenâfifteen years ago before he even joined the aforementioned group?] all to avoid the massive predator but alas!! He could only run from it for so long⌠Besides, he must put the others first now that he was in the gang. However, when he pulled the dagger out which was kept in the pocket of his jacket, he sensed absolutely â much to his confusion! â no danger. A voice soon pierced the silence, laced with the innocence of a child yet hissed akin to the kind of spider he did not eat but would get eaten by, leaving him more bewildered than scared at the sound of such naive curiosity. Still, Yoichi wouldnât let his guard down [although threat was nonexistent] and he pushed himself to face whatever that had been following him all this while. The bloodsucker slowly stepped out of the gloom, weapon ready and hidden, striding in the direction of the familiar smell [that was also mixed with something else he was unable to recognize] while anxiety surged all through his being. The closer he was, the harder it became to breathe⌠though, that was until he turned a corner and came to a halt, staring up right at the alien. Yoichi Ihara didnât know what to expect, but he certainly did not expect this.
Jaehyun always thought he was loud. His body, although light as a pigeon's feather, always felt so bulky and fat. He hauled it around like an overfilled bag attached to his frame, waddling about with surprisingly dainty steps. He could hear every single one of his fine, pointed hairs brush against the wood of the tree, the sound of his abdomen lightly touching the leaves above. This branch was awfully tiny. It was hard to crouch on it like the sneaky creature he was supposed to be.
The spider of a man hoped he posed no threat. He attempted to leave no aura of danger, tried to seem harmless...But how harmless could a giant arachnid appear? How could he dissolve the scent of a predator from his form, that wafted off in large pools? It was impossible. Still, he remained relaxed, pleading with himself that he'd come off as peaceful. A peaceful, large, threatening spider. Perfect. Totally would work! At least he was keeping his optimism, no? He just wanted to observe the strange creature before him, wanted to learn. He hungered for more knowledge, for more information about this bewildering world with it's variety of different creatures...That he could possibly eat. However, he would not eat them! Yes! He swore to...To himself. He would try not to eat any human-like creatures. He'd try very, very hard.
What was the sharp thingie? Oooh, was it one of those kitchen weapons? He hated the kitchen places. They had the cold machines and the fire machines and the horrible, terrifying devices that made food warm in mere seconds. They were fascinating, but due to his intolerable fear regarding the fire and the cold 'refrigerator', he hardly ever neared that area. His worst enemy, the microwave, he would surely never near. Was this man a cook? Is that why he carried around a sharp thingie? He could see the twitch of your muscles reaching for an item, and with a little pondering, he was guessing it was a sharp thingie. The curve of the secretive grip, the tension of your arm.
He waited, with bated breath, as you approached, nervousness suddenly overtaking the alien. Would this other creature like him? Would it be alright? Ah! Possibilities were endless! Jaehyun, however, never thought of an outcome that could lead to his own harm; he rarely ever thought of negative outcomes. A little, anxious smile stretched over his lips, expression somewhat shy as his legs skittered uncertainly. His abdomen somewhat lowered, as if he was sitting, staring at the creature with an inquisitive black gaze. "....Hello....Hello there! I am Jaehyun!" His abdomen seemed to wiggle with a bit of excitement, long legs twitching without his control, constantly feeling the surroundings around him for more information.
sneak in ! {jimin}
Jimin nodded, listening to the spider as he spoke. He enjoyed the company of the strange male, even though he barely knew him. He had only known him for a few hours, but he had already helped him forget a lot of the things he usually worried about. It was nice to have a distraction, something that kept you from realizing how tough life actually was. And he was smiling, laughing quietly after the spider stated he had venom. âYeah, I know. You told me. Remember? Why are you telling me again?â The fallen angel tilts his head to the side slightly, honestly curious as to why the spider had said that so randomly. âOh yeah â well that does make sense. I still think a blushing spider would be adorable though, even if it isnât possible.â He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking to himself for a moment. âI have all kinds of food! But mostly ramen⌠you know, the little cups of noodles. Do you like those, Jaehyun?â
Jaehyun tended to get people's minds off of things...And on to other things. Considering he had crazy tales of truth that seemed almost like fiction, along with his horrible misadventures and just...Him being him. He was a good distraction, really. His brows furrowed a bit, pouting somewhat like a child. "I...I do not know. I...I am a spider. Not often called cute. I guess...I wanted to be more...Manly spider-like? I am unsure what I am attempting to prove." He huffed lightly, nibbling on the inside of his cheek, a habit he had developed since coming to earth. His eyes fluttered, head titling. "...If spiders did blush, you would need to get very close, and then they may crawl onto your face. That happens to me a lot." He nodded. Spiders had soft voices and they weren't capable of speaking through thought, like his people. He had to get awfully close to hear the smaller ones, something. "...Ra...Men? Raw men?" His brows furrowed, squinting somewhat. "...Well, I mean...I...I guess? I....I did not know you ate...People? I am confused...Why are the men in little cups? Why did you put them in little cups? Why are they noodles?"
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The laugh was involuntary because Yongguk didnât believe it but a couple seconds later, his face fell serious. Maybe this wasnât a joke and maybe this person was telling the truth even though he looked completely human. âOh, then where are you from?â he asked, deciding to play into it.
He merely stared as you laughed, wondering why you made such a noise. Had he said something humorous? Perhaps he had accidentally made a joke...Maybe it wasn't a very good one, telling by the way you stopped suddenly. He somewhat shrunk as he noticed your serious expression, curious if he had done something wrong to displease. "I am from Arachnea! I am an Arachne. Like...Spider? Arachnid? I am a spider!" He nodded vigorously, little smile on his face. "...Half...Spider? Usually. Lower half is spider, upper half is...Human...Ish. But I can be a really big full spider or a tiny full spider if I wish." He nodded, shrugging a bit. Had he not mentioned it?
"IâŚitâs my starâŚ" He doesnât know how to explain this, maybe it wonât make sense. "I was born inside of a star after a really old one died. And Iâve been carrying its light around ever since. It comes out when Iâm happy or embarrassed." He laughed a little when you poked his cheek and nodded. "Yes, angels blush. Iâm not really an angel anymore, though. They kicked me out a long time ago." Your excitement is really cute and he found himself getting caught up in it. "Alright, alright, come on~" He led the way to the kitchen and started getting out ingredients, flour, salt, yeast, all the stuff you need to bake bread. "Now, the important thing about baking is you have to measure everything really carefully or else it wonât come out right." He got out the measuring cups and spoons and a large bowl. "Can you measure three cups of flour for me, please?"
"....Star? As in the flaming balls of gases in the space?" His brows furrowed, eyes squinted as he tried to imagine something so immense fit into a human form. Sure, being a giant spider was a stretch, but a star? He wasn't so sure that he'd readily believe such a thing! His head tilted, like a confused puppy, as he listened tot he story. "...Does that mean I have a star? Oh. I do not think I glow, though. How...Fascinating. I have never heard such a thing! Is it stuffed inside of you?" He asked, eyes fluttering inquisitively, wondering where it could be. The brain? Maybe the pancreas? Colon? "Ohhhhh. All human like beings do the thing, then. I do the thing. Why were you kicked out? You seem to be good. Angels are good, right?" Religion and things related to such weren't exactly his forte. His brows furrowed, somewhat bewildered by the idea. Considering his brain was logic, religious or just general belief in a deity didn't necessarily compute for him. He immediately got up, following closely as you retrieved all the ingredients. "...This...Is not bread?" He didn't really get how cooking worked. It was sorta confusing. "...Really? But this does not look like bread..." His bewilderment continued, but he did as he was told. He did everything with absolute precision, practically moving like a robot as he measured out the flour perfectly. He held it, unsure of what to do. His nose faintly wrinkled, however. "...I know I do not eat this. What do I do with this cursed white powder? It does not taste good. I ate some when I first came to this planet. Gross."
"Like I said I never met, nor heard about your kind; neither books talk about them which is quite absurd: I mean my kind should know any creatures but apparently some must have escaped them and their immense knowledgeâ" he snickered some then shook his head as he think on what he could have asked to you. There were so many thing one could, but in that exact moment nothing come into mind. Furrowing his eye brown he rubbed his chin. "Aish.." he ruffled the back of his hair. "Thereâs so many things Iâd like to ask, tho this gear doesnât wanna work properly lately.." he rubbed his forehead, a little pout puckered his lips out.Â
"Hmm...Well, we do seem to be quite rare upon this planet. My species is not known, really, by any human unless we decide to speak of us. We are from a distant galaxy and planet, so it is only logical that you have no knowledge of us? We are Arachne, however, similar to Arachnids here on earth." He nodded, crossing a leg over the other with a inquisitive tilt of his head. Jaehyun was awfully good at speaking about his species, about himself. It was something he really, really understood, after all. He remained frozen, staring, unblinking, awaiting some sort of noise or voice. Something to respond to. He blinked slowly as he noticed the ruffling of hair; a habit of frustration or bewilderment. "I see. I understand, I think. Do you have a gear in your head? I have something similar to a computer. Much stronger. Not a brain, however. Mine regrows." He nodded, lips faintly pursed as he tried to think of something to talk about. "...I can speak to spiders? I believe that is unusual?"
-- sleep with one eye open
Night had fallen, the waxen moon high in the sky. Stars flickered as they burned, light years away, shining with all glory down upon the sleepy earth. Seoul was asleep, tired drivers still driving to reach their destination as the city lights glittered artifically like the stars above. You lay in bed, possibly under the covers. All depends on whether or not you sleep with them on for reassurance, because it was a hot summer nightâŚAnd if you slept with them off, then SHIT YOUâRE BRAVE. Nevertheless, the light from the sky pooled by the window, a small amount of light only showingâŚSuddenly, your bed jittered. It moved. Your eyes shot open, paranoia immediately getting to you. You turn, only to spot a hooded figure only feet away from your bed.
"Oh. Shit. Are you awake?"
The figure abruptly spoke in a hushed voice, brows furrowing. You answer, watching as the strange person tightened theâŚNow apparent comforter around their body. "âŚOh. Shit. Damn. Okay, well I just need to throw sand on your faceâŚSo likeâŚGo to sleep." The voice was gruff as he began to approach, only to trip on the bottom of his comforter. After a long string of colorful curse words, the person fell onto the ground, face first. He laid there for awhile, before his head popped out. It was clearly a man, who was noticeably upset. "âŚ.Goddammit." He grumbled, slowly getting up. "âŚ.Uh. You didnât see anythiiiinnnggggâŚ." And with that, the man was gone. Except that he left behind his puffy comforterâŚ."GOD FUCKING DAMMIT." The man appeared again, only in a pair of spotted pajamas. "âŚOkay, nowâŚYou REALLY didnât see shit, caphiche?" He waved around his hand, squinting a bit. And with those parting words, with his comforter around him, he flashed off again. And you sat there, wondering what the hell just happenedâŚAnd why a grown man had little dogs on his pajamas. You also wondered how he entered and just leftâŚBut maybe it was all just a dream.
--Gripping your pillow tight !
Sandman in training - 100 yrs, appears 24 yrs - pansexual - semi au - nsfw - matched literacy
He canât hold back his laugh and he nods, a faint golden glow lighting him up as he smiles. âYes, you can make your own bread. I can teach you if you want, itâs not that hard.â He quickly realized he was glowing and stopped it, pink flooding his cheeks. He usually had such a good handle on it, but when he was happy it just spilled out of him. âAh, we could go back to my place, or if you have a kitchen we could do it there.â
His head tilted, eyes somewhat widening with bewilderment as he noticed a change in the atmosphere, along with your aura. Were you...Sparkly? Oh. He had read about vampires like that. Perhaps it was somewhat one of his guilty pleasures, however...You were not a vampire??? He continued to stare, somewhat squinted. "....R-Really? I...I want to learn!" Then he wouldn't steal anymore! He was really getting tired of being chased around by store owners and stuff! He realized the glowing had stopped, that you faintly blushed. "....Why were you all...Shiny?" He asked, before slowly reaching out to poke your cheek hesitantly. "...Angels do the red thing too?" He question, head tilting. However, he immediately became excited again, bouncing on the couch like a little kid. "Yes! Anywhere! Bread!"
Seeing the bit of an offended look she wondered if she had hurt his feelies. Then he licked his lips and squinted at her. She stood pretty and put her hands on her hips turning at the hip. âYouâre not innocent?â Her voice said in a soft and high pitched tone. âI think that is yet to be seen.â Giggling she floated up and sat upon his head, her fingertips tapping along his skull playfully.
 âYou donât like to be prodded? But what if a pretty man wants to prod you?â
 Giggling she kicked her legs up and wiggled her hips like a little girl.
He huffed and puffed, unsure of how he was supposed to react to this girl. He felt somewhat uncomfortable, all while being somewhat amused. His eyes fluttered, staring at you as his face flushed a bit. "I...I am very mature! I am experienced in...in everything!" What was everything. Uhm. Stealing bread? Books? That's about it. Spiders. Yep. That's about it. "I...I do not need to prove it!" He huffed, but he froze in place. Wait. Where did she go. Oh my god he lost her. How??? Oh. Okay. She was on his head. This was a little weird. How did she get up there? How had her weight now caused his neck to break? Not saying she was heavy-- He kinda just screwed himself over in that aspect, didn't he?
"I...I..." His face blushed brightly, all of sudden. "I...I do not know how I feel about a 'pretty' man prodding me..." All of a sudden, his face turned even brighter, red from ear to chin. "And-d what makes you think that I would prefer a male prodding me more so than a female?! I-I would prefer to not be prodded by either!" He was still flustered, however, squirming and staring at the ground with an embarrassed look. "And...And get off my head, as well!"
 Feeling his tension she stroked his shoulder blades to calm him.  âItâs fine..you can try to lie. But I am all knowing so itâs worthless to try,â she said it nonchalantly and matter of factly as she attempted to remove his shirt. âIâll heal your pretty skin darling no worries.â
He somewhat squirmed from the gentle touch to his shoulder blades, expression confused as his brows furrowing up, glancing over his shoulder. Was she feeling up his exoskeleton? Well...Exoskeleton that wasn't so...Exo anymore. "....Really?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously, wondering if she really was 'all knowing.' "....What color is my underwear today?" He asked, whispering softly as he squinted at you, searching your face. However, he squealed somewhat as you tried to lift his shirt, immediately flailing and trying to keep it down. "I-What-You-....N-no! My skin...Is fine! It is okay!"
sneak in ! {jimin}
âAh, then itâs healing. It should be back to normal soon! If it isnât maybe we could find you a spider doctorâŚ?â Jimin tilts his head to the side slightly, chuckling some as he watches Jaehyun. âI know you donât, it fell off in the crashâor was pulled off, yeah. It didnât just suddenly fall off on its own for no reason, so donât worry!â Jimin couldnât help but chuckle once more when he noticed that the spider was blushing again and trying to hide it. âSpiders can be adorable, you know. They donât always have to be scary. Thatâs why people smush them sometimes! Ah⌠I figured itâd be like that. I just thought Iâd ask â itâs a pity though, I pictured you with a tiny little blush and it made you even more adorable.â The fallen angel leans back on the couch and yawns before he stretches some. âHmm, are you hungry? Iâm hungry.â
"Yes, it is! I will be back to normal before I know it!" He nodded, smiling faintly, although he knew it would take years for it to heal to be at the same state as the others. Even then, the scar would remain...The first blemish he ever gained on his seemingly flawless human form. He already seemed to be wearing it down, like a used shirt that you real liked. Of course, this was a permanent shirt that would forever be his, but he had hoped this fleshy human skin would've gone unmarred for awhile longer. "I...I do not think a spider doctor exists. Thank you for being concerned, however." He nodded, somewhat delighted on the inside from the fact that someone was expressing care over him. Really though, no doctor could really help him. His body regenerated, after all. "Pulled off, yes. Okay...So...If my limbs start to fall off at random, that means something is wrong with me?" He wasn't sure himself. Couldn't he just be...Molting or something? Did spiders do that? Hm. Oh wait. Yeah. They did! Weird. He even thought that it was weird. His eyes fluttered, faintly widening. "...I have venom." He randomly mentioned, just wondering if that would make you take back the 'adorable' status. It was just...So uncommon to hear someone who thought that, and it made him...Almost nervous. Giddy, yes, but unsure. "Well...Spider skin is not the same as human skin; spider's have a skeleton on the outside. That is why you cannot see a spider blush...I...I think." He nodded, brows furrowing as he lightly bit his lower lip, offering a slow nod. He was sitting with his back almost painfully straight, all prim and proper...Stiff and tense. "Hungry? Ah. Uhm...Yes. I am always hungry. Always." He stared, almost eerily at you, before slowly nodding. "....Hungry." He huffed lightly.
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