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lee minjoon - the sensualist

[minjoonxllu]

o f   b l u n t s   a n d   e y e l i n e r s;

--- @lluminkyu ; 9:28pm

minjoon was seated on minkyu’s couch, curiously staring at the contents the beat up coffee table was decorated with. he is saying beat up, but maybe his standards were just high. the details of the table weren’t even important, much more, what was splayed out on it.  “and you... really want to do this now at like, nine pm in the evening? what if i fall asleep before it hits midnight?” minjoon’s gaze shot up to minkyu. “do i look like my granma to you? i won’t sleep before midnight.”  he knew he was just pussying out on the other now. he had never smoked a joint in his life; but then again the deal of being able to teach the other a bit of his own world was too sweet to deny. putting on make up on people who were pretty much nonchalant about it was a sweet. sweet getaway and relaxation for him. he sighed. “anyway, teach me your ways, master.” hm, weird to use that type of word in not its usual context. 

[minjoonxllu]

a   l i t t l e   s o m e t h i n g;

--- minjoon wasn’t one to smoke very often. it came occasionally, when the stress was high. he didn’t like the stench, nor the taste very much. it was damaging to his work as an escort, the yellowing of teeth and stark odour not something of favor. he did enjoy taking ‘a smoke break’ here and there; social pressure more or less taking him along with his ‘coworkers’. now he was standing outside the building, the establishment not flashy in any way. if you looked closely, you could make out its purpose. but if one did not already know what service was done behind the bricks he was leaning against on, then it was probably for the better. one’s money would stay in the pocket.  it was quite a boring evening for minjoon. he had stood there in the cold for some time, eyes following the shady figures running past or into the establishment. his boredom was cured for a moment when his eyes caught sight of a figure seeming to walk past the building, only to halt and stare at the dark bricks. he couldn’t make out most of the features on the silhouette’s face in the poor street light but he was intrigued by nontheless. “hey you.” minjoon called out to the silhouette, hoping to catch their attention. “you look like you could need a good time.” a small grin formed on his lips, a quirk of the eyebrow towards the other.