underdog.

[julianks]

mlkhoneys.

he’s been wandering the ( still ) dimly lit streets too long to tell how many hours had passed exactly, teeth refusing to chatter in the winter weather despite the alarming feeling of frostbite ready to nip at his lips, hands shoved into sweater pockets for the time being to take his mind off of waking up a few hours too early. mumbling a quick ‘ thanks ’ at the gesture as he caught the small object with ease, haneul is quick to light the smoke in hand, passing it back not a moment too soon. “ the fuck would i need to steal yours for ? i can afford my own lighter, if i had my wallet on me. ” he grumbles into nothing, huffing at the thought of having to stoop to petty theft. “ you’re good, buddy. ” 

THE COLD HAS long surpassed as something that could potentially kill him –– though he hates this fuckin’ weather and the time of day that makes him get up this early, it’s no surprise that he’s had a smoke ( or three ) before he even arrives to his odd-houred job. the stick dangling off his bottom lip like a piece of meat and julian scoffs at the stranger as a puff of smoke floats into the thin air. “ i ‘unno, could be one of those fuckin’ lighter stealers –– ” julian huffs at the other before flicking away the ashes from his own cigarette, taking his lighter back with nimble fingers and pocketing it before shrugging. “ can’t trust NO ONE these days, you know what i’m sayin’ ? ” it’s kind of ironic how he’d stoop that low, a naive kid with elders to influence him to do wrong and yet, julian accuses the other with a smirk and a lift of his shoulders.

[julianks]

dcckix.

   it takes daeki a few moments to react, having to glance around the shop and rub his eyes for a little while longer before he had fully processed the scene. with a yawn, he replies, “ your seat ? ” his eyebrows crease in slight confusion, while also being taken aback by the other’s attitude. “ did you buy this specific seat ? ” he asked. although it seemed pretty sarcastic, he was half genuine, not understanding that what he was saying came across as back-chat. “ your name isn’t written on it. ” he argued. “ if it was, i wouldn’t have sat here. ” daeki had no intention of moving, figuring that he shouldn’t have to vacate just because someone had a preference of seating. had he been nice about it, maybe he would have moved willingly, but that wasn’t the case.

JULIAN COULDN’T HELP but roll his eyes, fingers gripping tighter around his coffee cup in hopes that he could restrain himself from flying his fist onto the other’s face because he wasn’t above starting a fight in the middle of a damn coffee shop. “ what are you –– five ? ” he sputters out, raising an eyebrow towards the other male in question before huffing deep from his chest. “ i could fuckin’ buy the seat if they’d let me but that’s still where i sit everyday, ” julian grumbles halfheartedly, shifting gaze from his seat to the stranger who had just fallen asleep on the thing because all he want to do is rest and have his damn COFFEE, and not talk to strangers this early in the day. “ don’t you have, like, a house to sleep in ? are you homeless ? ” julian questioned with a squint of his eyes and a heavy frown.

[julianks]

BASIC INFORMATION ;

full name: julian kang.

nickname(s): juju, liannie, kang boy.

age: twenty-one.

date of birth: november seventeenth.

zodiac sign: scorpio.

hometown: jeju island, south korea.

current location: jeju island, south korea.

orientation: pansexual panromantic.

occupation: club bouncer.

living arrangements: an apartment with one roommate.

language(s) spoken: korean ( fluent ) and english ( conversational )

APPEARANCE & HEALTH ;

hair color: blonde ( dyed )

eye color: brown.

height: 180 cm.

tattoos: HERE and HERE.

piercings: lobe, upper lobe, helix, and left eyebrow.

distinguishing characteristics: jawline sO SHARP THAT IT COULD CUT A BITCH.

physical ailments: none.

allergies: none.

addictions: alcohol.

drug use: sometimes.

alcohol use: to excess.

PERSONALITY ;

positive traits: stoic, audacious, resolute, insouciant, and gallant.

negative traits: irascible, facetious, mendacious, reticent, and reclusive.

goals/desires: finding his biological parents.

fears: commitment ( because he’s unworthy of everyone ), prison, death, finding out his biological parents are fuck-up’s like him.

hobbies: working out, jogging, drinking, gambling / poker games ( occasionally ) and sports in general.

habits: running hands through hair, jaw clenching, fist clenching, pinching bridge of nose, throat clearing, knuckle cracking and various other bones, swearing, smoking, drinking, putting feet up on tables, and interrupting.

FAVORITES ;

weather: anything other than wet or rainy because there’s a leak in his room; otherwise, he doesn’t care.

color: grey, black, or burgundy.

song: anything by dpr live, kendrick lamar, sik-k, the weeknd, dean, bryson tiller or drake.

movies: doesn’t have one.

sport: basketball.

beverage: water or anything that contains alcohol.

food: jjajangmyeon.

animal: black panthers.

HEADCANONS ;

01. the kang name had become rather notorious around julian’s neighborhood, among family friends, police, and teachers. like his older foster brothers, he was troublesome and still is. he’d bully other students, both physically & verbally, get into fights, talk back to teachers, set off the fire alarm –– and that was just inside school. outside, he and his brothers would trespass, steal, vandalize, and even mug those of similiar age ( any quick way to get cash ).

02. julian’s first tattoo was never a choice he made himself. it’s a “ brand ” he was given when he was eighteen as a constant reminder of who he was and where he came from. two of his elder foster brothers had lured him into it, with a promise of easiness and forgetfulness, but that had not been the case after he had gotten it. he thought he had looked stupid once it healed, and his foster parents had thought so too, but now whenever julian looks in the mirror –– there’s a sense of pride that he’s made it through the foster care alive.

03. money is quite possibly the most important thing to julian, above all else. he can’t imagine a life without it and will do anything, by any means necessary, to maintain his great wealth, including and not limited to: a breach of the law or throwing someone else under the bus ... which he has, many times. 

04. julian is a health fanatic, despite his frequent alcohol and occasional drug abuse. if he’s not working, he’s likely to be working out, whether it be jogging, playing basketball, or lifting weights at the gym. and with little time in the day and a very strict schedule, this often leads to sleep deprivation.

05. has never travelled out of korea but desperately wants to. born and raised in jeju, he’s only heard countless of stories of how amazing other countries might be but despite it all, julian’s never actually had stepped foot outside of the damn islands but he wants to –– oh, desperately so. julian is also not above packing up his shit and moving to another country for good.

[julianks]

foxfxce.

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it was just after two am and the club he’d been drinking and dancing the night away at had finally closed its doors. heebum was undoubtedly wasted, though he was nowhere near being blackout drunk, something to which he didn’t think his friend julian kang could say about himself. heebum was about to climb into his uber for the night when he spotted the young man stumbling around in the parking lot. “aish, what’s that idiot doing now?” he whispered to himself, hand on the open door’s frame as he watched him sway. with a bit of a squint heebum could see that julian had his pants around his knees, holding them up by a balled fist. suddenly he stumbles forward and heebum can’t decipher if he’s just running because gravity is saying to move in order to catch it’s balance or if julian really thinks he can run with his pants banded around his joints. “hey! don’t run!” he shouts, eyes wide, knowing this is about to go south fast.

ONE WOULD THINK julian would learn from working at a club himself, tonight was obviously not the case. it had been a co-worker’s birthday party, julian should’ve knew from the occasion alone, but he had never known his own limit –– drinking shots after shots with his friends until his world had grown blurry and julian couldn’t even properly walk without his own two left feet. that’s probably why he found himself, hours later, pissing at the club’s parking lot because the club’s restrooms had been too difficult to understand and why waste nature’s bathroom when it had all been just right there ? functionality is forgotten and julian finishes but the zipper is hard to decipher, thumb slipping a few times around the top button before giving up and walking away with his jeans around his knees –– it should be embarrassing but julian’s done WORSE ( and he was this close to blacking out ) so when his name is called out, julian’s first instinct is to run in attempt to get away, but sloppily enough to move about three feet before he falls immediately onto his face. “ aish –– ” julian slurs as pain radiates through warmth and doesn’t dare to move from the ground. “ ‘m hurt. ”

[julianks]

rcwcon.

the taste of it had, admittedly, been an acquired one, the bitter taste only bearable with an equal quantity of sugar to liquid (much to his mother’s dismay), growing to an affectionate liking from a simple ‘i need energy’ over the span of a couple years, and even that managed to grow and impregnate a deep love for even the unsweetened. Coffee. rowoon liked to think of his growing love for it the same way he thought of his own self ( whether it be growth, development or even prestige ). He now took it black and head first. every single day. And while the male did try to keep the damage to one cup ( a large one ) a day, there were some, like today, where he found himself in line for the second one. 

rowoon handed a way too big bill for his own order to the barista with a smile “that’s for mine and whoever comes next,” maybe if he did a nice deed it would counter act the second boost of caffeine of the day “keep whatever change.” he added, sending a gentle grin to the worker and moving to find himself a table as he waited for his order to be done.

JULIAN IS NOT particularly fond of coffee or the over sweetened taste of however much sugar that the baristas at his local coffee shop deem to dump into his cup, slowly poisoning them to sweet, sweet death –– but it’s the caffeine that’s needed for the odd hours of his dead end job which julian can’t exactly complain about, it pays the bills. julian shuffles into the store with blurry eyes and two left feet, standing in line in order to pay for his coffee overpriced coffee so he can go to his goddamn shitty job. the line is longer than usual that adds to the bitterness to julian’s mood but the bouncer opts to swipe at his phone and follow lifelessly until he gets closer and closer towards the counter –– he doesn’t necessarily h e a r whatever the male in front of him is saying to the barista but it’s holding up the line and julian mentally groans, eyes squinting at his phone’s home screen in frustration before it’s finally his turn to order; he’s surprised when the kid behind the counter tells him it’s already been PAID for. 

“ the worker said you paid for my cup, ” julian states suspiciously at the man that the barista pointed out that paid for his coffee, fingers gripping around the warm cup as eyes squint at the stranger. “ was it, like ... a mistake or somethin’ ? ”

[julianks]

zhiveu.

LISA RELEASED A CHUCKLE from her parted lips, one mixed with hints of nervousness and amusement at his remark before she retrieved the silver can and tossed it between her hands. “Artsy, hippie kids?” she questioned, a quizzical look adoring her feature as she laughed a bit more, shaking her head in some manner of disbelief even though such a comment wasn’t new. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Lisa muttered under her breath, but it was more of a question for herself than for the male watching her do her art and she fixed the midnight scarf over the bottom half of her face before working on some details. Pausing, she glanced back, “Are you just gonna stand there and watch or offer me a cigarette? Thought you’d have more class then that, c’mon,” she teased. “You surprised me back there so I think it’s the least I deserve as an apology.” 

JULIAN CAN’T HELP but shrug easily at her words, a smirk muffled from behind his cigarette as he continued to lean across on that familiar brick wall whilst watching the other continue her work. “ yeah like ... got some artist rebellious shit, y’know ? what –– you havin’ daddy cut off your credit card, sweetheart ? ” julian teases from spot the distance away before plucking at his cancerous stick, flicking at the ashes absentmindedly. it’s more actual fun than observing a simple stranger vandalizing the wall in front of him and –– well, he was bored so why not have fun while he’s at it ? “ you’re saying that like you ain’t just makin’ me an accomplice to your crime, ” he huffs from his spot across the way, pausing a brief moment in thought before reaching into his pocket for his pack and tossing her a cigarette as well. “ you want a light too or what, you criminal ? ”

[julianks]

miinhees.

“i touched down like 10 minutes ago…i didn’t call you because i didn’t want to…it’s fine they can do la cenerentola without me, there’s been a line around the block as soon as i announced my hiatus…yes…it’s only for a couple of months okay, just find some understudy.” frustrated, minhee dropped her phone into her purse unceremoniously. coming home used to be fun, now it seemed bittersweet, last time she’d come it had been for a funeral. as she picked up her coffee cup she saw an unfamiliar name, while hers faded out of view in the hands of someone else. she raced towards them, awkwardly tugging her suitcase behind her. “excuse me, we switched orders.”

COFFEE SHOPS TEND to bring the worst in julian and whilst he was never fond of the ever shitty circumstances to come with his ‘ before work ’ cup of coffee, he actually really needed that damned thing to survive the next following hours which is how he found himself landed in a familiar crowded building once more. it feels like hours before his name is called and julian snatches at his coffee cup before huddling towards a familiar corner where the bouncer blindly takes a sip of the drink, noticing the odd taste but it’s caffeine nonetheless. it isn’t until he’s approached by some stranger that julian can only grunt in reply, one hand raising to rub at blurry eyes before twisting his coffee around to note that it is in fact not his name written on the side. “ damn, ” he murmurs before giving a glance towards the other. “ well, i already took a sip so it’s mine, lady. got those germs and shit, you know ? ”

[julianks]

jvejiins.

HE’S TOO USED TO THIS to dare complain about the cold , julian had always mostly compensated for that and right now is definitely no different. but it’s different to how it was when they first started fuckin’ around and jae wonders if it’s the same for the other , that its not just him who feels the fuckin’ difference ( he hopes its not , either ) but jae likes being close to the pain in his ass ( in more ways than one ) and having an excuse to be a little closer than would normally suffice. he’s needed somethin’ better than stagnant glass of water from the night before that he’s certain has a fuckin’ dog hair in it , jae unfortunately however , will not leave for love nor money and it makes him ponder whether he’s more attached to the kid at his side than he’d like to admit. they’ve somehow gone through almost a whole carton since they’d woken up and jaejin definitely knows better but there’s nothin’ like going two’s with julian and that stupid fuckin’ smile of his. the last thing jae wants to do is ruin whatever the fuck this is , though its hard when julian’s as handsome as he is and looks right at home in his bed sheets. neither of them are the type to settle down for anyone , yet the idea of doing it with anyone but julian could make an ache settle in his chest if he were to think about it too long  –– let alone the other way. fingers resting at julian’s chest thumb the warmed skin , lazy eyes drinking him in as if he might very well disappear when he blinks once more , until hes tugged anyway , causing a quiet hum to escape. he can feel the way julian’s breathing , so calm , compared to jaejin’s constant buzz in his ribcage. julians response garners a blinking of lids , once , twice , before a soft smile dares to quirk onto pinked lips, a free hand rubbing at a very bruised neck before a small sigh slips out. “ i mean , you don’t have to , if y’know , you’re busy. ” jaejin chews on the inside of his cheek, fingers slinking down to julians side , letting him gain balance to lift his legs over julian , capturing his thighs between his own. “ i’d like if if you wanted to. don’t feel like you gotta or nothin’,” but the hands capturing julians side say otherwise.

IT’S THE MATTER of getting overly too fond of the smaller that makes julian fear for ... whatever they are –– because hell, what if he’s the only one who feels this way ? it had been a mutual agreement after all, to not long what he already feels and julian has broken one of the rules that he set for himself long ago; all because of some tattoo artist that wanted to get a little frisky at the club and won’t leave him the fuck alone for months. julian could always go back to his own apartment where the damned heating actually fuckin’ works but he’d be alone without the smaller by his side, wrapped around piles and piles of sheets as they cocoon the other’s bed as their own little paradise because the heavy stench of cigarettes and sex was enough to do julian for a lifetime and for it to be with jaejin ? well, the question answers itself. julian tries his best not to heavily grunt as f r e e z i n g fingers touch his naked chest to gain the last of his warmth that his body has to offer, instead scooting closer in order for jaejin to wrap around him like they were some fuckin’ couple or some shit –– whilst taking a drag of his cigarette, the rush of the burn settling deep inside his chest that brings a pleasant buzz to his antsy toes. “ playing coy doesn’t look good on you, ” julian murmurs with a huff of a laugh before stubbing the cancerous stick out at the nearest ashtray ( that shit wasn’t even half finished but it didn’t matter when jaejin’s lips are a better substitute ) and letting himself get pushed onto his back where the smaller climbs over him easily, effectively wrapping him between his thighs. “ you already trapped me here, jae. ” both hands settle upon the expanse of jaejin’s thighs, julian grinning up at the elder whilst fingers squeeze in encouragement. “ –– i even came over with your fuckin’ piece of shit heater broken. why you gotta think of me so little ? ”

[julianks]

zhiveu.

LOST IN HER ART she didn’t notice a figure creeping up behind her, and Lisa’s hand continued to move over the wall, streaks of black matching with silver. She was the one behind the graffiti that looked like a black blob until the presence of light caused for it to truly shine and reveal to curious eyes a message she couldn’t say out loud herself. Art was a form of self-expression, it’d do the talking for her. A shift behind her and she jerked around, recognizing another presence in her close vicinity, coming face to face with a stranger witnessing her illegal art. “Uh…. it’s not what it looks like?” She dropped the spray can and inched a step back. 

JULIAN PREFERRED HANGING back in the shadows where the only thing that exposed his presence was the dimly lit cigarette that hung from pierced lips, enjoying the current scene that played out before him whilst he was on his work break –– reminding him of himself when he was younger before the cops had busted his ass for the umpteenth time for vandalizing public property. a chuckle escapes his lips as soon as the other had realized that he was there, plucking the cancerous stick from his lips to f l i c k at the ashes before shrugging carelessly at her words. “ hey, don’t stop on my account –– ” julian murmurs with smirk before bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. “ you’re one of those artsy, hippie kids. i dig it. ”

[julianks]

dcckix.

    getting very little sleep had many effects on daeki’s everyday life, one being that he tended to fall asleep in random places. he felt comfortable around people, so sleep came easy to him when he had company. for example, in the middle of a coffee shop, it was very easy for him to fall asleep. and, as expected, the boy had done so. how long he had been out of it, he wasn’t sure, but he could suddenly feel himself being pulled out of his slumber by something. his eyes opened slowly and he rubbed the crust away from them, contorting his face while trying to figure out what had happened.

JULIAN WASN’T EXACTLY fond of people taking his seat his local coffee shop –– even if his seat wasn’t technically ‘ h i s ’ to begin with, seeing as his name was nowhere near the damned object and the fact that julian didn’t really like coffee shops to begin with, it’s just a place where he could nurse his hangovers quietly because god knows his apartment is quite the opposite of that. but to find someone else snoring at his seat –– well, it’s a bit of an understatement that say that julian is a bit peeved to the point where he finds himself using the tip of his shoe to poke at the offending stranger with a grunt. “ you’re, uh –– ” julian starts out as fingers grip tighter around his cup of coffee. “ you’re in my seat. ”

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jvejiins.

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FOR A REASON JAEJIN isn’t actually sure of, the heating is still off in the apartment. even his bedroom that still smells of sex and cigarettes is chilly, and it doesn’t get much better when he or julian sneak out for a glass of water or to empty another ashtray. but it does give jaejin an excuse — which he’d been using plenty of lately, to let limbs wrap around julian for a little longer, for fingers to thumb under the others shirt under his thick duvet —to steal more kisses than usual under the guise of it flushing his cheeks. and now is no different, as his shirt ( which was tossed away in a rush hours and hours ago ) is too far away and the sky is far too cloudy through his window to let julian travel home in it. his arm’s been tucked behind his head, back against a throne of pillows for so long with a cigarette in the other that he’s grown restless, with his handsome whatever the fuck it is going on at his side, causing jaejin to hurriedly stub out his cigarette and shift onto his side, a creek of the bed following shortly behind, as a hand snakes onto julians chest gently. “ juju-ah, ” he chimes quietly, “ will you stay the night ? ”

IT’S FUCKIN’ COLD in this god forsaken apartment which excuses the reason why julian had taken liking to coddling the smaller for warmth –– tangled limbs, a possessive arm wrapped tightly around the slender waist, bated breath fawned over a strain of purple b r u i s e s against pale skin; julian refuses to leave his human heater unless it’s to reluctantly get water or use the bathroom but it’s for that reason and that reason only that julian swears is why he’s so fuckin’ attached to the other. a pierced lip presses itself against the skin behind jaejin’s ear whilst thumbing at his cigarette over their shared ashtray, groggily eyes blearily glancing at their filled tray once against before groaning at the realization that he might have to empty it for the umpteenth time ––  not wanting to leave the warmth or the boy that he’s grown so fond of. it’s not until the bouncer realizes that jaejin’s talking to him when he’s daydreaming about heat and a boy, and a foreign concept of settling down is when he’s grunting in reply, raising a brow whilst a free hand tugs the smaller closer towards his naked chest; the tip of julian’s tongue on the verge of replying that no, he can’t stay because then he’ll spend the night and he’ll never want to leave because jaejin’s look at him like that, and he’ll do something stupid like ask the kid out and –– “ yeah, ” julian breathes out before shifting his eyes down towards the hand on his chest. “ yeah, i’ll stay if you want me to. ”

[julianks]

caveiin.

            Max just crossed his arms,  not holding up on the glare when the other said he didn’t care. Yeah, well Max didn’t care about him not caring!  He knew he was acting like a child, but if he could just get through this damn line and leave, he thought he could put this whole terrible experience behind him. That was, until the other mentioned his parents. Usually,  the age thing would make him even more annoyed,  considering he had been mistaken for a tween several times,  but what overshadowed that was his parents…His parents caring. He scoffed at the thought.  His parents didn’t give a shit about him…They didn’t. He swallowed when the sudden feeling of dread started to form in his stomach.  Just when he thought he could move on from all that, erase it.  His breathing quickened slightly and he stepped back. Shit, his parents didn’t care. Didn’t care at all. They didn’t….they didn’t love him. Suddenly, he felt like he couldn’t breathe and the only thought in his head was that his parents really didn’t care about him. Without thinking, he turned around and bolted out the coffee shop door, quickly heading over to the side of it as he leaned his head on the cold bricks, not caring that it was raining anymore. Fuck, fuck. I’m pathetic, he thought. 

JULIAN’S KNOWN TO not be the nicest guy –– or really, not a nice guy at all; julian thinks it’s all just karma coming around to bite him back in the ass as soon as he saw that look on the other’s face. maybe he’s been too harsh, the other hadn’t mean to hit him in the stomach with that stupid guitar case whilst waiting in line –– but julian’s just a little grumpy this morning ( and a whole twenty-one y e a r s of grumpy, that is ) and he obviously struck a nerve when he made that comment about his parents. but it’s julian’s fuckin’ EGO that relents him to apologize until he’s noticed that the other had up and gone ran out of the damn coffee shop when julian notices that everyone’s staring –– and it’s weird. julian has never liked the attention and when he can admit that the tiniest bit of guilt has swallowed up his pride, he huffs a sigh and runs over the other –– hands shoved deep inside his hoodie pockets until he stumbles upon a stop at the sight of the stranger up against the wall near the entrance. “ hey, LOOK. what i said back there –– ” julian shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, unable to look anywhere but at him. “ it was all a joke and i don’t know –– i don’t know you or whatever so i’m sorry ? ”

[julianks]

jvejiins.

THIS SHIT ISN’T JAEJIN’S style , he doesn’t get doey eyed at pretty things whose clothing he’s currently wearing , in quiet hopes that people realise julian’s fuckin’ his even though they’re nothing but friends fucking because that’s simple right ? jaejin’s got too much goin’ on for feelings for a pretty thing who will probably never outgrow their usefulness. but still he finds himself going to the club when julian finishes shift to collect his ass and press bruising kisses at his throat until one of them finally falls the fuck asleep or buying christmas decorations with the boy when he doesn’t even want to admit he cares for christmas let alone the boy. through sweater paws for hands and hidden grins under fabric , he is julians even in the christmas aisle and definitely when they’re holdin’ fuckin’ hands on the train home thinking it don’t matter. “ oh absolutely , ” jaejin agrees through a muffled grin , “ and i’m just here for that mouth of yours , ” he purrs through rolled eyes , the lie written across his face. a sigh - contented at that - dares to escape as julian continues to linger , it was nice knowing julian wanted to steal quiet moments. “ i ain’t no fuckin’ dribbler, asshole ! ” jaejin huffs, swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. julians fidgeting doing lord knows what but jaejin pays no mind , a slight pout framing lips when he’s released of the tinsel, sweater paws free to ghost over julians , squeezing for a beat. “ really fuckin’ pretty, ” jaejin repeats , smugly. “ because we can’t stay in your bed forever , juju-ah !  if you keep actin’ cute i’m gonna drag your ass back there in a minute anyway.”

JULIAN STILL GETS eerie flashbacks to whenever this ... feeling ‘ m u s h y ’ shit has begun –– when he was still a young, care-free teen who ran around the streets, sleeping with pretty things from the club and waking up too hungover to even remember their faces before they scramble out his front door; no one’s ever caught his attention, not like jaejin does with his overly erratic behavior and constant need to be coddled because julian doesn’t do ... feelings. they’re hard and messy, and julian never thought tipsy quickies in the darkened alleyway behind his job or stealing kisses underneath the sheets when nights were too cold with the smaller would count as something so fucking ... romantic but it got to the taller and now he can’t really stop thinking about it. “ be careful, ” julian murmurs through a heated grin as muscular arms tighten it’s hold around the smaller. “ i’m not afraid to bend you over that little fuckin’ snowman and fuck you right here if you keep runnin’ that mouth, boy. ” subtly has never been one of julian’s strongest suits which is why he doesn’t particularly mind the scathing looks shot towards his direction after those words leave his mouth, just a small kiss placed on top of the hood that’s settled upon jaejin’s head and a squeeze of his waist before he’s practically waddling over towards the other side of the aisle without letting the other go. “ and i’m not pretty –– ” julian huffs quietly with furrowed brows, rolling his eyes. “ that’s what i’ve been saying ! you’re the one who needed to do this ‘ really important ’ christmas shopping, babe. ”

[julianks]

jvejiins.

jaejin can’t remember the last time he’d even thought about takin’ anyone on a date, let alone the pretty thing across from him, ‘cause they’re just friends who fuck, and julian definitely doesn’t make his heart swell to the size of his god damn head when he’s smiling, let alone fuckin’ around in the christmas section all cute ‘n’ shit. but he’s enjoying this, the casualness of it, the way his hands settle on the other so easily like it’s nothing at all. the hoodie clings to jaejin like it was made for him –– stinking of smoke, that scent jaejin refuses to admit he likes of julians and julian in general and he’d almost dare to sniff the fuckin’ thing if the taller wasn’t looking. so he relents, a breathy sigh escaping under julians touch as he glances on fondly. “ like you didn’t know that already, ” jaejin grins out, pulling the front of the hoodie over his mouth. a quiet huff erupts from his chest at julian’s gesture, chin prodding against his crown of hair. “ when did you get so fuckin’ tall ? ” jae murmurs, fingers daring to w r a p around julians waist instead. “ oh yeah ? sure you ain’t just tryin’ to get me back to yours ? tinsel’s pretty, just like you, fuck wad.”  

IF THAT FUCKIN’ dopey smile that’s painted on pretty lips gets julian’s heart swoonin’ –– well, it’s julian’s secret to tell. it’s essentially what they agreed on; to have a good time and not catch those petty feelings because julian doesn’t do any of that shit, it’s messy and someone’s bound to get hurt in the end ... but there’s something about the smaller that has julian following them to the supermarket, hangin’ around 40-somethin’ year old’s and buying christmas tinsel for fuck’s sake. he also likes the way his hoodie hangs too l o o s e on jaejin’s frame, barely covering the purple marks that’s scattered along the pretty collarbone as the elder sidles around the aisles in his damn clothing like that wasn’t an obvious CLAIM at stake. “ i only put up with you for your tight ass, you know, ” julian mumbles out that lie through tired lips before resting his chin upon the smaller’s head, muscular arms circulating the tiny waist –– trapping jaejin in. “ –– and don’t get saliva on my hoodie. shit’s fuckin’ expensive, babe. ” a huff escapes as julian takes the sparkling tinsel out of jaejin’s hands and throwing it somewhere alongst the aisle where it doesn’t belong from the clear scowl of the employee near them; julian makes sure to f l i p them the middle finger behind jaejin. it was jaejin who had dragged him there, to be fair. “ yeah ? if i’m pretty, why th’ fuck you not doin’ your shoppin’ back in my BED, eh ? ”

[julianks]

caveiin.

          MAX SAW THE OTHER LOOK BACK at him and immediately scrunched up his nose slightly, a glare sent back.  ❛ Why do you care? ❜  It truly took all of Max’s willpower to not say something snarky back, but he wasn’t in the mood to fight with a stranger or piss someone off. He knew he was just fed up with everything at the moment and needed to get some hot chocolate in him and maybe even rest, but he was still allowed to be annoyed at the other stranger. Still, even that wasn’t his usual style. He always forgave and forget as quick as possible, preferring to give others a chance and take the positives out of things. It made life a lot easier. But was that Max present? No, and he wasn’t gonna feel bad about it except maybe a little. He really should’ve let himself take the day off. 

JULIAN HAD TO stifle the chuckle that dared escape pinked lips, opting to raise a brow in question instead and hummed deep in his throat in acknowledgement whilst fidgeting in line. in his life, he hadn’t met someone so ... daring to test his patience but rather than situating a fight in the middle of his cafe, julian just found the other to resemble a fuckin’ puppy out of everything which was amusing if the other had really wanted to start somethin’ with the club bouncer. it wasn’t even his own damn coffee that he was getting and julian got himself stuck in another situation like this –– oh, the i r o n y. “ i don’t, ” julian scoffed with a hint of a smirk that dared to grow on that smug lookin’ face, shrugging whilst turning back to the front of the line. “ what are you –– like, THIRTEEN ? your parents care enough more than i do. ”

[julianks]

jvejiins.

this is too ‘ domestic ‘ for jaejin’s liking, but he did need to get the fuckin’ decorations and spend time with julian. even when his hairs still damp from their time between questionably clean sheets and everything in between and you can likely smell it on him as julian’s hoody covers tattooed flesh. it not a date, its not nothing either, or at least the easiness in his stomach and the calm in his chest tells him that much. julian was the only fucker who managed that on the tattoo artist. julian’s about as much help as jaejin is known to be but who better to ask than himself, but not really, right? a chesty laugh erupts from his throat, eyes fluttering shut as he shakes his head. “too fuckin’ right i am,” jaejin grins out, fingers draping fondly over julians own at his waist ( he didn’t miss that, nor the flutter it left flitting around his chest ) before thrusting the tinsel at him anyway. “i dunno, its tradition or somethin’, spray paint sounds funky though. you got any?”

THIS WASN’T CATEGORIZED as a date ... a concept so foreign to the taller that julian doesn’t exactly remember when was the last time that he had gone out with someone so special, all that ‘ wine and dine ’ crap that’s whispered amongst his adoptive parents –– but this ? this was alright. julian’s hoodie never looked better on anyone else other than jaejin and it takes everything in julian’s willpower not to march across the aisle and make out with that pretty, little thing against those ugly wreaths; fuck that old lady giving him the side eye, honestly. the bouncer hums in reply as uninterested gaze lands on his companion, raising a brow in question as a deep rumble of a chuckle escapes his lips while fingers squeeze at the hip. “ you’re a fuckin’ idiot, ” julian murmurs with a grin and a roll of his eyes before tugs jaejin c l o s e r against his chest anyway, resting his chin on top of the elder’s head indigent. “ i ‘unno, i think i got some from the club back in my place ? tinsel thing’s fuckin’ UGLY, you know. ”