moon seokjun

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angie:

The intimacy of it all was grounding, with all they’d dealt with it didn’t even feel like they went years without communicating or fought a few weeks ago, none of it seemed to exist. Angie was going through a mind loop, she’d never seen his place and now he was feeding and homing her and she felt an overwhelming amount of appreciation for him, she cursed not having the money to give him for all this trouble or even getting him expensive paints. Squeezing his arm she smiled softly shuffling her bags she had from earlier into the other hand, “Cant believe you’re the one bailing me out now, normally it’s the opposite…also why do you know the officers names?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him.

It was relieving to hear her changing the subject and if he had to talk about something embarrassing to make her get her mind off the things going on, he would. Laughing as they walked, he answered, "You really think my days running from cops stopped in high school? I was literally running from them the day we ran back into each other." The memory of it seemed a lot more embarrassing now than it did while it was happening. "I promise its never been for anything major. I just like to make statements with my street art sometimes and some of those times I get caught. I'm also use to having to fill out bail paperwork on the regular, considering I've had to bail my friend out a few times. I'm surprised they don't just have my credit card on file at this point."

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angie:

This was the most they’d touched in years and a part of her brain couldn’t fully process it. The second he said no her eyes filled back up with tears, and she just about killed him. Smacking his chest she pouted at him, “kick me while I’m down!” she said shaking her head but it did make her crack a smile. “Fried rice sounds perfect. Thank you Sunny, I appreciate you so much.”

It hadn't really dawned on him how much physical affection he was giving her. He wasn't one for touching and cuddling or any of that, rarely doing with anyone he was with friends, lovers, etc. But knowing her and how she needed to be grounded by physical touch, he didn't even think about it and just acted. There was no part of his brain that thought how they hadn't been in each other's lives for so long, or that they were older and most adult friends didn't touch like this, or the fact he doesn't do this with anyone else. All he was thinking was her and her needs. Taking her hand and placing it around his arm the two of them turned and started walking towards his place, again not thinking about the fact he rarely took people home or over at all. Very few people had seen the inside of his place, mostly cause it was also his workshop and that was very private to him, but also cause that felt intimate on a level he didn't know with a lot of people. "Of course Moons, you know I'd always do anything for you."

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angie:

The hug took her by surprise but she didn’t deny it made her feel a bit better, she pressed her face into his shoulder and nodded a bit “I’m not very bright” She muttered as she tried to match her breathing with his. “Okay, rest is okay” Angie said looking at him as she tried not to freak out more, “Can I…sleep on your couch? I won’t get in the way I promise” She said softly holding his shirt, he had already helped her so much lately she just felt like she was taking and taking from him. “I’m so sorry I keep calling you to clean up my messes”

They were still standing in an embrace on the steps of the station. "No you can't stay on my couch." He said, and looked down at her with her eyes full of fear. "You can stay in my guest room. And you aren't gonna be in the way. I have a feeling you're going to stay for a bit so tomorrow we can make it a little more comfortable for you so you don't have to stay in someplace that stresses you out while you are already stressed out." His hands ran down her back and over her arms taking her hands into his. "Come on let's get you home. I think I have some leftover fried rice at home, or do you want to pick something up on our way?"

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angie:

The whole thing just felt like a bad movie, or a bad prank, it just didn't seem real to her. Hanging off of him like Jun was the only lifeline she had was not great, but he didn't seem to push her away so she'll take it. Her mind was swirling with a thousand possibilities, what was going to happen to her money? Or her dogs? or even her house? She needed a lawyer and help and that meant calling her parents, and that was a whole other beast. Signing her paperwork happened in a blur, he was holding her bags and the second the cool air hit her she just about screamed. He was holding her and trying to steady her but all she could think about was all the bad things happening, "This is a nightmare, I freak out if I even send the wrong amount of money for coffee let alone committing fraud! What if they don't give me my dogs?" Angie whispers as she tried desperately to breath properly, "The officer was telling me they're locking my home down, everything I own is out of my reach, I'm homeless...I have no money, and this looks absolutely doomed"’

His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her in, his hand rising up her back and pushing her into a hug. "You aren't doing this breathing thing very well. Now calm down. So we can't get into your home tonight, but let's get you some rest and in the morning we can make a plan. Small steps at a time." Making a mental note that after they got to his house and she was asleep he was going to call Teddy to see if they could break into her house and rescue her dogs.

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angie:

It was crystal clear to everyone around her that she had never been arrested before, let alone with fraud charges. Pouting she looked at him as she shook her head, "you look so tired, you should have been sleeping" Angie mumbled through her stress as she looked at the Officer and then back to Jun- of course he knew them. "This is a nightmare" She couldn't even focus on the others around her, all she cared about was getting out of there and figuring all this out. "Fraud Junie, fraud!" she stressed as she kept her arms around him like she was scared to let go.

She was anxiety bouncing on his arm, clinging to him. And to the officers in the station it must have been a site, especially given normally he was here with Teddy and never with a girl. Normally he was here because of something he had done with the other man, or at a bar, or on the street. He was starting to think that the men at the station didn't think he could ever get a girl like Angie or a girl in general. He knew later his name would be the round of gossip and the next time he stopped by to wait for his bail buddy to come get him, they would tease him. Gathering her things and taking care of what needed to be taken care of, while she kept babbling about how terrible the whole situation was, they finally left. The second they stepped out into the evening air he turned and faced her, holding her by her waist. "Alright Moons, I need you to breathe okay. Take a breath in," he counted to 3 with her and tried getting her panic under control. "I know this looks bad and it may be a nightmare to deal with. But we will deal with it okay. Right now let's just get you rested so tomorrow we can make a plan to get you out of this. Shall we take you home?"

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angie:

The time moved so slow in the cell and all she could do was watch the clock, whatever was going on was horrible. Someone had stolen her identity and was committing mass fraud across the state and it was getting her in trouble. Her face was blotchy, mostly from crying, and probably from the anxiety hives creeping up on her skin. Her home would be locked down, her dogs better be alright, was she just suppose to mooch off her parents until it could get figured out? What was going to happen to everything? “Princess your bail is posted” the cop teased as she stood up, swiping at her cheeks as he lead her down the hallway. The brunette was filled with anxious energy, the past few weeks had been horrible, and this was only going to drag on for longer. The second Jun came into view she just about started crying again, she was so relieved to see someone she knew she wasted no time colliding with him and hiding her face in his shoulder. “Thank you so much I owe you so much Im so sorry i woke you up” nervous rambling was getting the best of her as she swallowed and pulled away to look at him, “They took my purse and stuff i need to get it back”

The conversation he had been having with the officer at the desk was cut short when he saw her. He laughed a little at the sight and at her worry, shaking his head he pulled her into his arms. Her head buried into him. "Bold of you to assume I was asleep." He squeezed her lightly and looked over his shoulder at the officer again. "Hey Roger can you get her stuff from holding and the papers she needs to sign?"

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Bounty Hunter

Through the last couple of days so much had happened in Jun's life that he thought he was living in an alternate universe. Having Angelica come back into his life had thrown him for an entire curveball and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. Part of him was thrilled to see her again and have his best friend back in his life. But she also represented a part of him that he had run away from. His life here in San Fran was so different, he was so different, that he felt like she would be disappointed in him and try to make him be the person he use to be. Also all the times they really had interacted since being here it was definitely not the most comfortable of things. Neither of them had sat down with the other and really talked about who they were or why they were back in each other's lives. He had expressed to her the man he was, his passions, or his success and neither really had she. Which left things unbalanced and he hated that. They were still leading such separate lives that made no sense to each other, much like it how it was in high school. The two of them had drifted from each other's lives for a reason, she was rich and elite, and he was poor and trash. In most aspects, that was still the same. Sure his bank account was larger than it was then, and more people knew his name, but personality wise and how they grew up was never going to change. They were different people born in different worlds.

Hearing her voice breaking over the phone, for the second time in less than 2 weeks, made him go back to his basic instincts. He wanted to protect her and make sure nothing bad ever happened to her. He told her okay and hung up, his legs and body already heading to where she was. His loft was still in the downtown area of the city, because it was easy to get around without a car. So he ran out his door, locked it, and hopped on his board over to the court house. It only took a few minutes before he got there and he walked in to the place like he owned it. Granted he did not, and most the time he walked into this room in cuffs but today was different. When he walked in with complete ease, the panic he was feeling left him, some of the guards he knew pretty well looked and gave him confused faces. "Hey man, what are you doing?" one cop asked. "Yea Mr. Spraypaint, you miss us or something?" another said. Jun laughed at them, "Nah, I'm here to bail someone out." They looked confused again, "Oh sorry man, we didn't realize Lexington was here today." "Oh he's not, I'm picking someone else up." After reveling who it was and getting the money handled and paperwork settled, Jun leaned against the counter and continued catching up with his pseduofriends while he wanted for Angie.

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teddy-lexington​:

They never really had boundaries, and this was nothing new. he waved off the change from the sales man before looking at him, “you’d pin stuff on me?” he said dramatically, “we’re in love and you’d turn me in, some man you are” teddy teased as he shoved him a bit as the other laughed, for whatever reasoning that was. “you’re the idiot, dragging me into shit, ruining my good name” he joked as he held his hand out for the water.

Jun shrugged a bit at him as they started walking back out the convivence store. The man looked around to make sure no one around them sensed any trouble coming from them. “I’m just saying, if there is a plea bargain where my pretty ass doesn’t have to sit in jail I am taking it.” The walked for a bit in a direction that lead really no where. “I may be into having dick up my ass, but I don’t think I want the diseases jail sex brings you.”

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angelica-rossi​:

Angie felt like she was just bothering him even more as she spoke, could she really not be any better than this? his words made er frown a bit before nodding a bit, accepting defeat for the night. they didn’t need another disagreement. her first reaction was to hug him, but she really wasn’t sure if he’d accept it, as she panicked trying to think of a way to thank him, she leaned over a kissed his cheek. her body stilled as she pulled back, her eyes a bit wider than normal before she turned out of the door, “okay, talk to you tomorrow” shutting the door as quickly as she could, near sprinting her way into the house. blame it on the drinks tomorrow. 

The door closed, and he slumped into the seat he was in. Why did a simple motion like that send him into a complete mush. Instead of asking the driver to drive him home, he asked him to go over to his friend’s house. There was no way that Jun was going to want to think about anything underlying here or about the fight they had or any words since then. He just wanted to be with Teddy and high.

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i will literally give up immediately don't fucking test me

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*switches language mid sentence*

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punishment

Fuck this shit. 

God high school was the fucking worst. Sure he lived in one of the not nicest neighborhoods in Manhattan so there were always bound to be idiots roaming the halls. But why did all the idiots and bullies at his school have to be the biggest fucking white assholes known to man and why did they keep having to attack him over being Asian or being into shit like underground rap and hiphop. Jun just wanted to live his life, do the things he liked, and be out of there. He tried to keep as low of a profile at school and didn’t talk to many people. The few other Asian kids that attended his school also fucking hated him cause he didn’t want to be like they were. His grades were fine and he was always in hard classes, like any good Asian kid was, but he didn’t strive to be Valedictorian or to get into any Ivy league school. As soon as he graduated high school he wanted to run away from here as fast as possible.

Sophmore year, two years before now, his parents had forbade him from taking anymore of his art classes. They told him it was time to focus on something that was more tangible and something he could actually make a life out of. No matter how many times he tried to plead with him about having it back, or that he could make a life out of it just wait and see, there was no way for him to get back into those classes. He had made friends with the art teacher and her student aide so sometimes after school they let him go in and play around with things. But it wasn’t the same. Not being able to hold a paint brush on the regular, made him feel ungrounded and loose. Without it, his brain just went everywhere. The depression that had been building most his life started to get worse the more him and his parents fought, and the more the bullies attacked. Not having his outlet anymore he just ran amock with a sickness in his brain growing more and more everyday. 

So here he was at home alone, since his older brother and parents were all at the family business, suffering with the disease in his brain he didn’t understand at all. The thoughts were overwhelming today, telling him he wasn’t worth anything and needed to be puinshed for existing today. Hearing those thoughts only repeated by those who hated him at school made it worse. The only thing he wanted in this moment was to crawl into his bed and sleep for days. But he knew that if his parents came home and saw him in bed it would just start another fight. His next go to was distraction but having quit most of his extracurricular clubs and internships to rebel against his parents, he really had nothing else to do. It was on these afternoons where he didn’t have anything, that normally he would call Angie and see what she was up to, or just show up at her house. Her parents never cared when he just appeared and neither did she, but things had been so different between the two that he wasn’t sure if that was okay right now. He also knew that in this moment he couldn’t control his face or behavior and she would know in an instance that he was going through something. And this was a part of him that he didn’t let anyone else know about, especially not her. 

Admitting defeat to his brain, and realizing it was only him who put himself into a position where he could never be okay, the boy fell to the floor in a panic not being able to breathe and only being able to cry.

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paint smears

His art had been all over the place lately. There wasn’t much he was focused on  and his patrons were getting antsy. He had another exhibit coming up soon in the city and he hardly had anything for it. Jun’s manager had told him he had to have a minimum of twelve pieces for the show and sitting in his studio right now, he only had five, two of which he hated and was wanting to scrap but didn’t have that luxury right now. 

Being a professional artist was something that paid the bills and really nothing else to Jun. Most times the art he created on canvas was rarely something he enjoyed doing. But for some reason the rich elites of the area really liked his art and felt like it spoke to them. Part of him thought he could paint a black blob and someone would buy it cause it made them edgy having a piece of art made by a noname Asian American who grew up poor in Manhattan. He really sold himself more than his paintings especially at the gallery events he was at. He was always on show there and it made his anxiety so much worse, but without doing that and without having his manager who tried to get him to do the least as possible, he wouldn’t be able to afford the lifestyle he had now. 

Sure it seemed like to some he was always out on a high with his friends, running from one club to the next. Or he was always on the streets almost getting in trouble for another one of his more proactive graffiti pieces. Those are the pieces that really inspired him and more times than one he tried to recreate it on a canvas. But his manager always told him that couldn’t happen, cause if someone connected the fact he was a street artist with multiple warrants to his big art persona, no one would buy his art anymore. It was the dream at some point to be able to merge both those lives together and create art that actually said something, with the art that people would buy. But not everyone could be Bansky. 

He stood in his studio now trying to force himself to think of something, really anything to put on canvas. He only had a month left to come up with enough pieces for the exhibit. Deciding he was getting no where sober, the man decided to slide his barn doors open leading himself into his kitchen where he found his favorite bottle of whiskey and brought that back with him. At the back of his studio was a large sound system where he hooked up his phone and blared some of the underground rappers from Korea he loved. Thank god his building was freestanding and use to be an old fire department so the walls were pretty sound proof. Given the neighborhood he lived in, he didn’t think anyone who lived around him would be too happy with his music choices at any given time. 

All the windows were open, the music was blaring, and the whiskey was pouring down his throat. Jun thought in that moment of all the points that had recently happened in his life. About his recent dinner with some sponsors where he had to act all sober and pleasant, about Teddy and his antics lately, and about Angie coming back. On a normal day he felt like he lead two different lives both in reality and in creativity, and now with Angie coming back he felt like a third had been added to the mix. She represented something old in him, a way he was before. Thinking about that third life, is what finally brought his brush to canvas and he started to create something.

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teddy-lexington​:

It’d been a while since they ran like this, and the drugs were fogging his brain way too mcuh for this much thought process. the hand yanked him and they were sprinting fast and faster as jun looked at him, “listen, don’t be fucking rude” he grunted out. another make on their belt of all the trouble they’ve caused and he couldn’t wait to laugh about this later with him. he knew this piece was important, and they were more likely to add patrols heavy there now, and the incompleteness of it hurt him just as much. 

the run lasted way longer than he thought it would and he was huffing, man did he need to work out. “yeah there’s zero brain cells” he said as he moved to the back of the store, sticking his head into a cooler as he grabbed a water. “listen dude, once you set your brain to something it has to be done” he said chugging half before handing it to the other, and grabbing his wallet, handing the guy a 5. “we’ve run before it’s no big deal”

Taking the bottle and drinking after his friend wasn’t even something the two of them thought about anymore. Most of their interactions were so second nature that it almost felt like they were really two halves of one whole idiot, always on the same brainwave, rubbing their two good brain cells together. “We really need to stop doing shady shit with each other, cause if one of us goes down they’d have so much to pin on the other.” The thought of both of them in a jail cell for some reason made Jun laugh though. It was probably the drugs in his system at the time, but it also seemed like a completely natural thing for them to be doing together.

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angelica-rossi​:

Maybe asking him was too much? They were always close growing up, and now things were just too off with them for her to ask that. angie always relied on others more than they relied on her, and maybe this was one of those moments. she nodded a bit as he spoke, trying her hardest to stitch something together to show she was okay, that she would be fine tonight and he’d have nothing to sweat over, would he even worry? The brunette fumbled a bit as she tried to speak, licking her lips, “no..no, I shouldn’t” angie muttered as she looked out the window, they were getting closer to her place thank god. “you did plenty, thank you for getting me. i know you work weird hours, i hope i didn’t take from it.” she muttered as they pulled up to her place, and as quickly as she could she shuffled closer to the door, putting distance between them again. “please tell me how much this was I really want to pay you back.” 

Even though they shouldn’t, her words punched a hole into his chest. “No you’re fine, you asked me to save you and I did. You don’t have to repay me for that.” He looked away from her then and out the window on his side of the car. He could feel her sad eyes at him and he sighed. Rolling his head back in her direction he softly spoke to her, “I’ll call you tomorrow okay?”

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teddy-lexington​:

Teddy was texting a few of his flavors of the week back, smirking softly at their cute little attempts to keep his attention. Jun normally was enough to keep him pretty focused but his brain was on one track today, and he rolled his eyes at his friend. “Sorry loverboy, I won’t text my side pieces when I’m around you anymore, I know you get jealous.” He teased softly pocketing the phone as he smiled at the other wide, “all you care about is art, I feel like you never hear me anymore baby” He joked as he moved to hand him each can of paint he needed.

His eyes followed every bit of movement, he was always captivated with how the art flowed. Jun was always talented and this was a piece that was significant to the other, and him even. He saw the way the anger was building inside his friend, and it wasn’t right what was going on, and he knew this piece would light a bit of the fire under the polices asses. Adjusting the mask a bit, he kept it close to him, he knew better. His mother always warned him about hiding his identifying features, he knew the drill. 

This wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time he hands his friend paint cans, it was always fun, and he always felt like he helped some type of cause, even if it was indirect. The drugs in their system were defiantly helping and it took him a couple delay moments to notice the unpleasing sound near them. It seemed like trouble, and his eyes met Jun’s. “we running or facing?”

The split second of hesitation in Teddy made Jun want to slap him. But instead the blonde grabbed the brunette by the wrist and pulled, leaving the reusable bag full of spray paint behind. “Teddy, rule number one is always run when you are this high and ARE guilty as fuck.” He looked back at his friend and shook his head in amusement, but then kept on running. In all honestly the sounds they heard could have been any grouping of things, but Jun knew it was best to play it safe. Sure not finishing his piece would suck, but it was almost done. And having City Hall directly across the street would make his message loud and clear. No one would be able to skew this in the news. 

After about 15 minutes of running, Jun pulled them into a convivence store and finally let go of Teddy’s hand. “I don’t know what we are thinking half the time we do shit.” The realization of what they had done and where they had done it was really starting to hit home for him. “Why the fuck did you let me do this in broad fucking daylight you asshole!”

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angelica-rossi​:

the brunette’s fingers played with the edge of her dress, picking at the frayed edges, pulling string after string out of her expensive material.  Her eyes drifted back to his as he spoke, her eyes assessing him a bit as they sat in the dark. streetlights passed over him and it could be the few drinks she had but, he was stunning. always had been though, and if she wasn’t so frustrated with the hand she’d been dealt she’d admit it. Their entire friendship they were always fiercely dedicated to each other, she was always watching the people around him more critically, ready to strike if they so much as upset him, and maybe that’s what had him feeling like this. Her hand moved to squeeze his a bit as she watched him, “fighting with you hurts than fighting with others.” angie admitted softly before shuffling back into her seat, as she thought about his question. Austin knew about her address, would always show up unannounced, was she really in a safe spot? “I should be…are you going to leave me when we get there?” 

Her question kind of threw him off guard. Sure they had always been the kind of friends that would be there for each other and he had spent plenty of time in her home and her in his. But they always had this invisible boundary where they weren’t emotionally intimate with each other or physically affectionate. Asking him that question felt like he should offer to stay with her, which is something he would do if she really wanted him to, but it also felt like something they had never done before and it would put them in a different place now. Deciding that he wasn’t going to stay unless she really wanted, was what was best for them he thought. They were just back in each other’s lives for the first time and trying to find a new place as the two new people that they were. “Yea I mean, I have a painting I left alone. I should get back to it before I forget where I was going with it. Unless you need me or something?”