hedonism

Kim Jongin Demigod ; Son of Dionysus 21 ; Jan 14 Bartender at The Magic Carpet Escort at Babylon S/O ; R/S Disc.

[mpxjongin-blog]

;kick off;

[exmpxyoongi]

“Hey, not everyone who’s attractive is a model. Most of them aren’t, actually,” he teased in return, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to admit, Jongin was a pretty easy person to get along with. Which was saying something, because he did not usually warm up to strangers so quickly. It usually took him a while to loosen up enough to joke around with people, but Jongin was an exception. “So, um, how does the whole modelling thing work?” His mom used to like to watch those Insert-country-here’s Next Top Model shows, and glimpsing one or two minutes of a couple episodes was about as much as he knew about that kind of thing.

“Well, I was more looking into going into law enforcement. I’m just kind of taking law since Mount Phoenix doesn’t have a proper police academy. I’m not smart enough to be a lawyer, trust me.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the joke, anyway. “Lying is still useful, though. As long as you don’t abuse it.” He had to maintain the belief that lying could be a good thing, for his own self-preservation. He couldn’t exactly go around telling everyone that he was an ex-hitman for the Yakuza. That would be insane and dangerous.

Yoongi paused a moment, thinking it over. “War and archery, I’m pretty sure. There’s a tattoo guy?” He had not yet bothered to do any research on mythology, but he really should. Maybe later. “Not long. I haven’t been in the city all that long, so.” And honestly, he was not really planning on staying in school that long. He felt like he was at a real disadvantage, not having much formal schooling. He had been enrolled in middle and high school, but his attendance had been abysmal because of his gang activity. Besides, he could use the income that a full-time job would supply. “Uh… it’s not, right?” He grimaced, eying the mess warily. “I mean, we would have noticed if…” He was not even going to finish that thought.

[mpxjongin-blog]

A faint smirk rose to Jongin’s lips at the other’s words, and he couldn’t argue that there were plenty of attractive people who didn’t model, just as plenty of models weren’t all that attractive in actuality. “The modelling thing,” he began, a soft hint of amusement lacing his voice at the other’s terminology, “For me it wasn’t really traditional, I guess. My mom has a lot of connections - she’s an actress - and since I’m not really good at things besides being somewhat attractive, she decided I should try modelling. So thankfully that worked out for me, but most people have to bust their asses to make it,” he shrugged.

“Oh, so you’re going to be a cop? And you’re working at this bar...I wonder how the customers would feel about that one,” he let out a little laugh. While of course the bar they worked in wasn’t the worst in Mount Phoenix, like most clubs it still had its fair share of shady dealings. “Can I ask why you want to be a cop? I didn’t see that one coming.”

He hummed softly, acknowledging the other’s lineage. “Yeah, I met him once I think, strange deal. But that’s cool, so like, what can you do? My stuff is lame, I just make vines and shit appear,” he explained. Other people’s abilities ranged in such strange ways, he didn’t ever know exactly what to expect considering he could do things he hadn’t really found very useful.

Jongin’s nose wrinkled at the idea of such an unpleasant moment happening right on the counter. “Not that I saw...so I hope someone didn’t like...wipe it here. Nevermind, I’m not even going to think about this,” he shuddered, swiping the mess and tossing the rag and all into the trash. He wasn’t about to take that chance.

[mpxjongin-blog]

;birthday letters;

[wshaeun]

Han has written and rewritten that letter a million of times before finally having the courage and feeling like it was good enough for Jongin, especially because besides the cake he’s bringing later that’s pretty much his present. It’s hard to choose something actual physical for his roommate who, even if Han forgets it sometimes, is pretty rich and could probably buy the world, so Han ended up sticking to something more personal, something that no amount of money in the world can buy which is his clumsy words written in the fanciest paper Han could reasonably buy, he only hopes that Jongin won’t laugh that much of him when he reads it and thinks that Han is just the sappiest person in the world ( which is wrongly thought by him since Jongin himself is the sappiest person in the galaxy and his taste in movies can prove Han’s point ). He’s still a little nervous though when he goes to work, leaving a still asleep Jongin behind, and it doesn’t take long for his coworkers how he is a little more fidgety than usual and he might be messing up things he usually doesn’t, but they’re polite enough to not ask and just help him not screwing up the sauce.

However, it doesn’t take long for Han to be distracted by something else. They usually aren’t allowed to pick up their phones while working for more than just one reason but then Han is already acting out of sorts so nobody really questions him when he feels leaves for the back of the restaurant for a moment as soon as he feels his phone vibrating on his pocket because he knows Jongin enough that he’d probably try to contact him as soon as he receives his present even if it’d be just to tease Han for being so lame ( and cheesy ) and Han isn’t wrong when he reads his roommate’s name on the screen and there is this warm feeling on his chest while he reads the texts, being able to read what isn’t shown in there and that’s one of the reasons he doesn’t hesitate to text him back.

[ txt ⇢ nini ] + pls burn it as soon as you're done reading it + happy birthday ♡ + i'm really glad you liked it + because there are my blood and sweat in it + i'm cheesy?? pls that's the shit talking about the poop + talking about your mom, friendly reminder that you should eat the breakfast i made for you on the fridge + dON'T FORGET + ofc i do + who else would be worth of being best friends with such a pretty dick? ♡ + jk ( or not ) + yeah, but thank you for being mine

It makes Han’s day a lot more easier to pass through, but there are still this happy smile on his lips and this proud feeling warming his chest for being able to make Jongin at least a little happier on his birthday which to be honest is more than Han hoped for even after he finishes his long shift for the day and heads to the bakery where he can get Jongin’s favorite cake with a simple “happy birthday” written on top of it before finally going home. The sweet good isn’t anything especially big, just enough for two sweet tooth get more than just a thin slice; Han would probably bake the cake himself if he were at least a little better at baking and there weren’t the risk of him ending up burning their kitchen down with his attempts. It’s easy to forget that Jongin doesn’t actual need the monet from his two jobs but it isn’t hard to really forget that Jongin is probably used to something more fabulous than what Han can ever offer, but in the end, Han knows that Jongin cares more about intentions than the actual things ( even if it doesn’t stop Han from trying to get Jongin as nice as he can afford things ).

The apartment is oddly quiet when Han finally gets home, the package of cake in one of his hands while he tries to get his shoes off with the other. The lights are on so Han thinks that or Jongin left maybe to celebrate his birthday with his friends and clients in the Magic Carpet or maybe in Babylon ( and Han cringes just thinking about Set anywhere near Jongin ) and forgot to turn the lights off — it has happened before so it wouldn’t be really a surprise — or Jongin is simply napping on his room or even maybe with someone over ( even if a part of Han thinks it’s still too quiet if that were the case ). “I’m home!” He announces anyway, wondering if he should just put the cake in the fridge so it won’t spoil until Jongin arrives or maybe he should put it on the coffee table and check if Jongin is really sleeping or with someone and then decide what to do with it.

[mpxjongin-blog]

Jongin doesn’t know what to do with himself when he’s given such sentimental items. Most of the gifts he’s received throughout his life consisted of designers and expensive items that were nice, of course, but they were also easy. His mother regularly went shopping on Rodeo so it wasn’t as though it was a surprise to see a gift from Armani or one of the other half dozen high-end stores she frequented. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t thankful, he always made sure to tell her how much he appreciated the gifts, but they were a stark contrast to the personal letter Han had left for him.

He saw the texts from his roommate as he slipped out of the shower, a towel hooked around his hips when he pressed the button on his phone in order to see that he had been left a few more messages. Leaning against the bathroom sink, he skimmed over a text from his agent and a couple from Set. It was almost amusing that either of them had bothered considering how much of a big deal they made of being so busy. The former’s message simply read, “Happy Birthday. You have fan’s cards at the office. Now let me book you a shoot soon.” and the latter’s consisted of a “Happy birthday.” followed by a “you know my secretary sent that, right?” that elicited a small laugh from him. But he didn’t bother to respond to either of them and instead went to see what Han replied.

[text: Hannie] nope, I’m going to cherish it always [text] oh right breakfast whoops. [text] I’ll go do that now. [text] despite you being an annoying shit, you’re my favorite little shit ok

He shook his head at their conversation, amused somewhere in the back of his mind that they always had to turn pleasant moments into some kind of joke. But it was easy that way, and they still knew that they meant more to one another than they let on.

That evening Jongin is plopped onto his bed, fingers poised to open the package he received only moments ago addressed from his mom. He had just gotten home a half hour previous, so he hadn’t really settled into any semblance of a routine when the door opens. A smile slips onto his face and he slides the box from his lap to go meet Han. The contents remained a mystery to him, but it was lower on his priority list for the time being as he could already wager a guess at what it contained.

He emerges from his room and his eyes alight on Han holding a cake. “Hey, welcome home,” he says, going over toward where his roommate stands, a grin coming to his face. “Is that for me?” he asks playfully, even if he already knows the answer, “You know you didn’t have to do that. But thank you,” he says and presses a kiss to Han’s cheek quickly, and he hopes that the other knows that he’s thanking him for more than just the cake itself. “I just got home not long ago. How was your day?” he questions casually.

[mpyoungjae]

Half  Pipe|Past | Youngjae && Jongin

[mpyoungjae]

“I’d love to be somewhere where I wasn’t the one who looked completely different.” He said with a small smile. He wondered what it would be like, to be in a school that was diverse. Or to be in a town where people didn’t stare at him like he had two heads or something. Really, he wasn’t that different - it just looked a little weird that he was the only one in his class with black hair and that he was one of about five kids in the class who weren’t blonde. It was certainly something. He didn’t think that he’d ever get that chance but he didn’t care. “You’d think they’d stop staring, I was born here and I’ve never lived anywhere else - but they still stare at me… every day.” He shook his head. He wished he would answer back about that, but he never would. People were assholes about his race - but he didn’t care. He was going to do anything it took to get out of Switzerland.

Youngjae smirked a little, he wasn’t in school because he didn’t want to go. And his mom was never around to make sure he actually went - and he doubted she even cared what his grades were to be honest. She’d never gone to a parent-teacher conferences so his school didn’t even bother to ask if she was going to go anymore. Youngjae nodded, “I know a place we can get cheap alcohol.” he assumed the other was probably opposed to stealing - and Youngjae wasn’t keen on it himself.

[mpxjongin-blog]

Jongin didn’t actually know much about what it would be like to stick out as much as he imagined the other would in a place like that. “That sounds like hell, bro, I hope some day you get out of here,” he offered with a soft snort. He knew that he was privileged in many ways, and one of those included not really ever having many issues with being Korean like he knew many others could deal with. “People are fucked up...I guess I never really thought about how awkward it could be. Maybe I’m spoiled,” he said with just a soft laugh.

“Sweet,” he agreed, “Come on then, my mom won’t be done until sometime tonight. And you seem to have time,” he added, not wanting to pry too much, but it seemed that way. He slipped up from his lounging position, offering a hand to Youngjae to help him up if he wanted to take it. “Is it far? You can show me the, uh, glorious sights of Switzerland before we get plowed,” he joked with him. It was always easy enough for Jongin to make friends - or at least acquaintances - wherever he went. He always had a certain sense of inner confidence around people that enabled him to simply go with any situation that cropped up and allowed him to find some sort of amusement despite a location that seemed to provide so little.

[wshaeun]

« night delivery » | ft. kji + lh

[wshaeun]

Han can’t say that he’s completely calm and comfortable when he goes back to the living room where Jongin is waiting for him, just hoping that he hasn’t crossed any lines but he really doesn’t have anything to worry about if Jongin’s reaction is anything to go by. “I don’t think they curse in cliche movies, Jongin.” Han says in a teasing tone, a smirk appearing on his lips because he’s a little too pleased with the way the taller male seems affect by a simple thing as his roommate in a dress and Han wonders if he’s reacting like that because all of the whole context or it’s just a thing that he normally has for things like that — Han will definitely make more experiments from there on —, but then he doesn’t have much time to dwell on it now since his mission changed to see how much he can push Jongin’s buttons with this. “Anyway, thank you, my love.” He goes back to his character, batting his eyelashes to his roommate and his tone a little more high pitched, girlier while his fingers fidget with the lacy hem of the dress and Han thinks for a moment how pretty is the contract of it with his skin. “I still remember how you love me in white lace so I chose this dress especially for you. Did you like it?” And Han stands up again just long enough so he spins around once, showing the dress off a little bit more before sitting down again.

But the shorter male also wrinkles his nose even if the amused smile doesn’t leave his lips, letting out a soft giggle with Jongin’s next words, raising an eyebrow that says something like “really?”, however, he still leans on the hand on his cheek and puts his on the younger male’s shoulders, bumping his nose to Jongin’s cheek affectionately before nuzzling his nose since they’re already close enough for that, fingers pressing small patterns on the place Jongin’s shoulders meet his neck in a soft massage. “Oh, my first and last love, I’d be buried even in a potato sack if that were your wish.” Han tries to gush with the same emotion as Jongin but it’s hard, too hard, letting out the amusement out of his voice and the corner of his lips. “We should consume our love as much as we can before I am no longer in this world.” Even with his reaction to Jongin’s word, Han can’t deny it doesn’t do something to him, the image of Jongin pinning him down on their couch or a wall, his hands lifting up his skirt, feeling the skin underneath until he finds Han’s—

Han is pretty sure the movie is PG-13 tops. 

Jongin has always been someone easy to look at and Han wouldn’t be able to deny that he has stared sometimes when Jongin walks around the apartment without his shirt or pants on but the older male doesn’t feel any guilt in it because one he isn’t creeping in on Jongin ( Jesus Christ, no ) and also he’s pretty sure that Jongin has been staring at him too sometimes, so they’re even.  Jongin is handsome and maybe Han’s type but Han has never really said anything because Jongin has never said anything and it’s just something that never came up even if they talk about porn and NC-17 things more than it would be considered healthy. So, even when Han thinks it could fun pushing some more buttons of his roommate especially when he seems so affected by him in a dress, he doesn’t really think that this is him trying to get into Jongin’s panties ( or, in this case, getting Jongin’s hands under his dress ) especially when as far as he’s concerned this is all a joke, another amusing game between them — but he wouldn’t exactly complain if Jongin decided to take it a little more serious. 

In any case, the shorter males tries to put his most innocent expression even if his eyes are still sparkling with mischief, humming while one of his hands goes to Jongin’s cheek, caressing the soft skin with his thumb lovingly instead of cupping it and again it’s so hard to keep the smirk out of his lips. “Would you like that, my dearest?” He asks in a soft, quiet tone almost like a whisper. “Me sprawled out on the white milky sheets of our bed, lifting up my skirt until you can feel that this dress isn’t the only lace I’m wearing?” Which is somewhat true, if considered he’s talking about himself now and it was just a coincidence really that he decided this morning to not use his more ordinary underwear, but he can’t never be too sure about the girl since sometimes she comes off as someone who would die from blushing just by seeing some lace that isn’t in a dress or skirt but appearances can be deceiving. 

[mpxjongin-blog]

It isn’t as though it’s too surprising to Jongin that he’s a bit more excited by the sight of Han in a dress than he should be, he finds that at times he is more aroused by strange things he never expected to be after all. What is a bit strange is the context of he and Han simply joking around as usual when suddenly he’s struck by feelings of arousal and intrigue. “White lace is always my favorite, my little flower. It’s so pure. It makes me want to sweep you away and marry you,” he continues to playfully gush. However, it isn’t exactly above his notice to observe the delicate curve of his milky thighs when he spins around in the dress and a part of him wants to reach out and feel the silky skin beneath his fingers.

A part of this is still ridiculous, and he registers Han’s mockery of the moment with a faint quirk of his lips that gives way his amusement. But another part of his mind is already wondering about what would happen if he did something that didn’t exist as a joke. The nuzzle and the hand against his skin sends a soft shiver throughout his body that he can’t hide as much as he’d like. “Darling, there aren’t enough blackout scenes in the world for how much I want to make love to your sick, dying body,” he utters in an attempt at reclaiming himself. It isn’t as though the thought hasn’t crossed his mind before. He is well aware that Han is beautiful and not nearly as innocent as his baby-face would have others believe. But doubts cascade his thoughts, that Han might push him away and the friendship they’d built while living together could very well become strangely strained.

It’s easier to try and remain in the reenacted scene, but any amount of acting ability he’d summoned in the past few moments vanishes as soon as he feels his roommate’s hand on his cheek and the whispers meet his ears. There’s a very noticeable throb in his crotch at the words, a familiar heat coiling in his stomach. “Jesus Christ,” he hisses harshly, all attempts at remaining in character vanishing as his hands slip around his roommate’s waist. Before he can fully think his actions through, however, he leans forward, capturing Han’s lips with his own, gentle and hesitant at first. They’ve made plenty of jokes about inappropriate things with one another and it isn’t as though they’re strangers to seeing each other with a select partner for an evening, but they’ve never actually crossed any barrier with one another that Jongin is crossing with kissing the other. He pulls back after a moment, “I’m sorry,” he lets out in a soft whisper, but he doesn’t actually pull away from the other more than a breath’s distance away.

[wshaeun]

« black roses red » | ft. kji + lh

[wshaeun]

“Let’s have a naked day. Maybe when we both have our days off and we just go around naked the apartment all day long.” Han proposes half jokingly when Jongin agrees that clothes aren’t as necessary as people make them to be. To be honest, it doesn’t sound as much of a bad idea for Han, especially because one of the reasons that he likes wearing skirts and dresses so much is exactly the free feeling he gets from them, he absolutely thinks that the best clothes are the ones that you feel like you aren’t wearing anything at all, even if he’s also a little conscious that it also might result in him not being able to keep his hands off Jongin for too long if he walks naked around the house, at least, he wouldn’t be able to help himself from staring a little too much, the same way that he thinks that Jongin would feel the same. Well, Han isn’t really complaining anyway. Han just sighs, letting himself be pulled. “You’d better do something about it then.” He tries to sound a little threatening but then it’s sort of impossible when his breath hitches just from the brief contact of Jongin’s fangs on his sensitive skin, his hands going to the taller male’s shoulder to squeeze them.

“They’re terrible.” Han says instead even if the certainty is as weak as his legs feel and he feels like he shouldn’t be so affected by something that is just part of another cliche costume — but Han has to admit that they’re better than the rubber set that he saw so many children play with when he was a kid —, his voice cracking when he feels the warm feeling of lips on his skin and then the sharp sensation of teeth and one of his hands goes to Jongin’s hair, intertwining his fingers with the soft locks in a tight hold, a groan escaping his lips before Han can do anything about it, but then he’s surprised when Jongin simply pulls away to throw his shirt away and Han can’t help but stare at him for a moment — also taking the chance to admire the new exposed caramel skin — before getting closer to Jongin, wrapping his arms around the taller male’s waist while he presses kisses to his shoulders before nuzzling the back of his neck. “You know, a certain vampire said he’d fuck me when we got home.” Han drags the words against Jongin’s skin, mumbling them almost casually near his ear before nibbling at it just enough to feel Jongin shiver against him.

[mpxjongin-blog]

A brow raises just slightly at the prospect of a proposed “naked day,” but in a way he knows he shouldn’t be that surprised given that they’ve both likely done stranger things. “I mean at some point we’ve both probably been naked all over the house anyway, so yeah, I’d be down,” he jokes, though it’s also partially serious. It doesn’t take much to actually convince Jongin into anything, though he is also well aware that sometimes his hormones can’t be helped if he’s given such free access to roam naked with someone else who happens to be so pretty and isn’t wearing any clothing either. But he figures that could be at least half the fun.

Jongin is well aware that he is a bit of a tease to most people, but sometimes it still amazes him how easy it can be to affect Han when he tries. There’s something about the soft sounds and reactions that spring from Han that always manage to elicit a thrill from him. A chill slips down his spine as Han’s arms wrap around him, honeyed words meeting him with a soft groan before the other’s teeth graze his ear. “I suppose I did,” he hummed softly, voice slipping slightly from the confidence he tried so often to put on. He slips around in the other’s embrace, a hand slipping to cup his roommate’s cheek softly as he presses his lips against him. The kiss is almost a little needy, lips pressing and pliant, and his other hand swiftly runs to move under Han’s shirt, lifting it in a display of impatience. “How would you like it? Do you want to go the bedroom and we can make it slow until you beg for me? Or do you want me to just take you right here bent over the couch?” comes the husky whisper, lips only inches from Han’s so that they are still sharing each other’s breath.

[mpxjongin-blog]

;kick off;

[exmpxyoongi]

“You’ve got that right; it definitely isn’t dull,” he agreed, returning a few wayward bottles of liquor to the shelves. It was interesting to overhear conversations that people had at the bar, certainly. As someone who walked on eggshells during even the most mundane of conversations, it was surprising to see tipsy patrons spouting off possibly damning information without a care in the world about who heard it. He had not been in the city long, but he felt completely up to date on the local gossip already.

Yoongi honestly appreciated that Jongin seemed to accept his lack-lustre response without a fuss, considering he had basically said nothing at all about himself. It actually made him like his coworker more. He did not like nosy people, but he did not seem all that nosy. Innocent curiosity was something he could tolerate a lot more. He chuckled a little at the other male’s comment about not being a good enough liar to act, raising an eyebrow at him. “That’s a shame, lying is a useful skill… Being a model is still pretty impressive, though,” he replied, shrugging.

Oh, right, the whole parent thing was a big deal around here, wasn’t it? He supposed he should get used to starting with that. “Ahulane is my dad, so I’m told. I came here from Japan, but I was born in Daegu. And I’m studying Law at the university.” There was a delicate balance when it came to social interaction when you had something to hide; the trick was to provide enough information to satisfy the other person’s curiosity but not enough to actually give anything away, and that was exactly what he was trying to do.

[mpxjongin-blog]

There was certainly something to be said for the way that the bar patrons carried themselves. They gave out too much information and did things that their sober selves would shudder at. Jongin preferred seeing people in their worst, or what they might claim to be their worst. But truly it was sometimes their most genuine ways. And he liked that, even if it lead to some unfortunate groping at times.

“Well, come on, couldn’t you tell? I mean since I’m obviously so drop dead gorgeous,” he joked, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. It was a habit that he tended to immediately feel comfortable with people despite not being given any particular reason for feeling that way, but it was no different with Yoongi. Somehow the simple nature of them working in the same profession enabled Jongin to relax around him. It wasn’t always the smartest way of thinking, but he couldn’t seem to ever pay much attention to his better cautionary instincts. 

He brushed a cloth over the top of the bar to remove the remaining sticky mess left behind as he listened to the other speak. “Well, I guess as a studying lawyer, you would think lying is a useful skill,” he laughed quietly at his own joke, but there was no actual malice in his words. “Ahulane...” he paused his actions, trying to recall which god that was given that he hardly remembered most mythology, “Is that the war guy or the tattoo guy? Or maybe someone else altogether, I’m terrible with these things.” Admitting to that wasn’t much of a stretch, he had no qualms in simply accepting that he wasn’t the brightest person around in many ways. “How long have you been in school?” he asked before making a face when he happened upon an unidentifiable mess. “I’m not the only one who thinks that looks like jizz, right?” he gestured.

[mpxjongin-blog]

;birthday letters;

@hanxmp

A few minutes passed as Jongin lay in bed, attempting to wake himself, that it dawned on him that it was his birthday. He knew that it didn’t mean so very much, that it was simply another year and birthdays were generally fun but they didn’t hold the same sort of significance as they used to. But that wasn’t to say he was particularly displeased with them either, and as he stretched out and let himself attempt to struggle into wakefulness, he became aware of something sitting on his bedside table that hadn’t been there when he’d gone to sleep after a long shift at the bar.

He stifled a yawn and plucked it from where it sat, curiosity dawning over him and a smile immediately coming to his lips as he skimmed the letter over quickly. He didn’t recall having actually mentioned to Han that his birthday was coming, but he wasn’t surprised that his roommate had figured it out anyway. After all, he seemed to have a way of finding out things. Running a hand through his already messed hair, he settled into the tangle of blankets and began to read the letter properly.

A warmth settled into his chest as he read the words his friend had left for him, a smile unable to fade from his lips as he absorbed the words. He recognized that it was happiness that settled over him, a sense of adoration and affection swelling in his chest before he stretched and fumbled for his phone on the table. ‘Happy Birthday, precious boy!’ read a text from his mom, along with a link to her Instagram that proudly displayed a photo of he and his mom when he was only around 6, a pout written on his chubby little face while his mom beamed beside him. He replied to the post with a simple “Love you, Mom,” knowing that she and her fans would have taken notice.

There was a text from his step-father that was a joking, ‘Happy Birthday you shit,’ and a few random ones from acquaintances and clients he knew. He filed them away in the back of his mind to respond to later and instead went to text Han. 

[text: Hannie] You’re ridiculous but thank you. [text] I love you too. [text] Don’t tell my mom but your letter might be one of the best gifts I’ve gotten in like ever [text] you cheesy fuck [text] you know you’re my best friend, right?

The words were a cover, of course, to the truthfulness that lingered in the words sent above them. He sighed, and slipped out of the bed in order to slip into the shower, Han having made his day so much brighter with the simple effort of his words.

[wshaeun]

« night delivery » | ft. kji + lh

[wshaeun]

“What? Should I persuade you with a kiss then?” Han retorts with a laugh on his tone and he does kiss Jongin’s cheek once more before snuggling even more in Jongin’s warmth that is forever welcomed. “There you go.” Not that Han is a cold person — especially personality wise — but there are times when his hands are cold or when he’s cold like any other ordinary human being but then there is Jongin who is always warm in every situation that Han has ever been with him — or at least he’s always warmer than Han and that’s what matter for him in the end — and of course that the older male isn’t really complaining about it, since for him it’s totally the warmer the better and it’s always a little too amusing to press his cold feet to Jongin’s warm skin and see him squeak as a reaction. “True though. But it seems to be a movie worth of your mom.” Han teases anyway. He has never met Jongin’s mom personally of course but he has heard enough stories about her and he has watched some of her movies with Jongin even, she’s actually a great actress ( even if her movies are one of the chessiest Han has ever seen ) and she seems like a great person from his roommate’s tales about her — even if sometimes they leave this bitter taste on Han’s mouth when they remind him of his own mother — and he wouldn’t mind meeting her someday

The shorter male can’t help the giggle that escapes his lips, muffled by Jongin’s shirt, when the younger male can’t even deny his teasing and poking Jongin back with his finger. It isn’t like Han really minds all the cheesiness or the sappy lines and predict plot — he already knows how this will end and it’s has been barely half of the movie — and he’s able to sit down and enjoy a marathon of those movies with Jongin anytime. It’s something more to tease Jongin than anything else, even if he’ll forever deny that he has cried — it couldn’t be even considered crying in the first place, his eyes just got a little teary but he didn’t shed tears ( not a lot of them anyway ) — in some of them and was as swept up as Jongin always gets in others. “Ooh, you do like it a lot.” Han teases again, this time nuzzling Jongin’s shoulder like it would tease him even more but also a way to wane down his potential annoyance for all the playfulness around them.

Han moves away a little when Jongin moves to put his glass on the coffee table, deciding to make himself comfortable on the couch instead since it’s probably just him wanting to go to the bathroom after drinking so much but he’s take by total surprise when Jongin cups his face with his hands instead and Han blinks, putting his hands on top of Jongin’s and frowning for a moment because he doesn’t understand what is going on until Jongin starts talking and something clicks on him. It also makes him chuckle with all the mockery of the whole act, but that’s also when he has an idea. Go big or go home is one of the phrases he lives for. “Oh, Jongin, love of my life, would you just wait a second for your dearest?” Han asks in a exaggerated loving tone, kissing the corner of Jongin’s mouth and not letting him fully answer before standing up and running to his room and closing the door just in case Jongin come to peek on him since he wants it to be a surprise.

He doesn’t really remember if he has ever wore any of his dresses or skirts around Jongin before, at least not long enough for Jongin to notice probably and for a minute he’s even a little nervous about it because he doesn’t know how Jongin will react — even if a part of him is assured that Jongin would never judge him in a bad way for that; actually, knowing the younger male, he might even have a secret kink for it or something, and Han can’t help but laugh with that thought —, anyway this is just a thing for a joke. And so Han starts searching for something fitting of a cliche movie. Cliche girls in cliche movies always wear summer dresses or some flattering skirt, but Han ends up going with the first option. It’s white and there is some details in lace also in white, especially around the hem of the dress. It’s light and Han feels pretty in it, besides it does look with one that the main character was wearing in one of those scenes in the flowery field — or maybe the one they were on the beach, anyway. And to put the cherry on the top, he takes one of his diadems and looks at the mirror before putting it on his head, fixing it for a moment before going back to the living room, seating beside Jongin again a little too coyly. “There, my love, now I think I’m more adequate for our confessions of undying love even if I’m dying.”

[mpxjongin-blog]

“Yeah, it’s definitely her type of movie,” he can’t help but agree about his mom. He’s been used to seeing the sorts of romances that she’s played in and the sappy sorts of movies that surrounded his life and they were a strange sort of comfort. He knew well when something was suitable to what his mom would work on, and he liked knowing that. He adored her, naturally, but at times he knew that she could very well be a bit self-absorbed and overly dramatic. But it went along with the territory of being an actress, and he’d mostly long ago accepted her for what she did and who she was.

There’s a glare aimed in Han’s direction at the teasing way he speaks, but he knows that his roommate is only being playful, and it isn’t like Jongin is the type to be offended by much anyway. “Shut up, I don’t hear you complaining that much. You’re secretly just as cheesy as I am,” he returns, elbowing the other playfully. He loves that their friendship allows for them to be so comfortable around one another, that they simply let each other live their lives and they’re able to appreciate the nuances of all their differences and embrace them more than be distracted by them.

Although Jongin does indeed enjoy the movie that graces the screen - perhaps not enough to really consider it much more than fun, but nonetheless - he enjoys being able to poke fun at it at the same time. He notices how it takes a moment for the joke to settle over Han, and there’s a quirk in his lips as he waits for it. Though it’s quickly followed by a slight bit of confusion when his roommate asks him to wait and presses a kiss to him. “I’ll wait forever, my darling,” he calls out playfully as the other slips off into his room.

Jongin has no idea what Han is doing, but he doesn’t mind, and his gaze slips again to the movie as the progression of the leading girl’s sickness continues. He’s finished his wine by the time Han gets back, and the approach causes him to return his attention to his roommate. However, he’s struck by the sudden sight of Han in a dress, brows raising incrementally in surprise at the appearance. There’s no doubt that Han is attractive - pretty even when he’s in jeans - but Jongin never expected that he’d see him in a dress that sends a familiar but seemingly misplaced heat coursing through him.

“You look really fucking good in a dress,” slips out of his lips before he recalls that they’re supposed to be making fun of the movie characters and he most certainly isn’t supposed to be aroused by the sight of his roommate in a frilly white dress. Yet he definitely is. He clears his throat nonetheless, “Oh, my dying little flower, tell me you’ll be buried in this dress so I can make sweet love to you looking like a virgin princess,” he continues to gush, a hand returning to cup Han’s cheek and pulls him in just slightly, trying to ignore the fact that he might be a little too turned on suddenly to keep up too much of an act with Han looking like that.

[mpxjongin-blog]

;kick off;

[exmpxyoongi]

Yoongi had taken to keeping to himself in Mount Phoenix; only really leaving his apartment to go to school or work or the forest and avoiding making small talk whenever he could. He had not really mingled at length with anyone not affiliated with a gang in a while, and he just felt uneasy whenever conversations he did have turned personal. After all, he had a lot to hide. It was much easier to keep his secrets from people if he simply did not talk to them at all. So, he was a little hesitant when one of the co-workers he had not yet really spoken to addressed him while they were cleaning up.

“Yeah, I guess it was. People can get a little rowdy when they’re drunk,” he agreed with a small, amused scoff. Between the violent drunks and the flirty drunks and the emotional drunks, this job certainly never seemed to have a dull moment. “I like it a lot, actually. It’s interesting; you get to do a lot of people watching, I guess. And it’s a refreshing change from my last job.” Maybe that was saying too much, but he shrugged a little to make the statement seem flippant. Hopefully this guy wasn’t going to pry too much.

“I’m Yoongi.” The question about his ’story’ gave him pause, the wet glass he was holding nearly slipping from his fingers as he mentally scrambled to think of an appropriate answer to what felt like such a intrusive question. Luckily he adjusted his grip on it and quickly dried it off before he could actually break it, his composure barely faultering. What a question, he thought. “Um, it’s nothing too interesting. Things were pretty normal up until I came here.” As if being a teenage hitman was anywhere in the realm of ‘normal’. He just hoped the vagueness (and falseness) of his answer did not make the other male dislike him right off the bat. “So, uh, what’s your story, then?”

[mpxjongin-blog]

Jongin was a terribly social creature, it was embedded into him and had been a part of his personality forever, so someone being a little bit stand-offish wasn’t enough to make him pause his efforts in attempting to be friends with virtually anyone who seemed halfway interesting. A quiet laugh escaped him at the other’s words about the job, “Yeah, the people can be pretty amusing when they’ve had too much. It’s definitely not a dull job,” he admitted. A part of him questioned what the other’s last job was, but he decided he’d wait and see what information was provided before he started prying.

Although he certainly knew that he wasn’t the most intelligent of people, he knew that he was at least quite observant at times. And he took notice of the way that Yoongi seemed to be startled by such a question, but he made no effort to show that he noticed and merely scrubbed a little at one of the sticky stains on the counter. “Cryptic,” he commented with a hint of a smile at the other’s very brief “story,” but it didn’t bother him all too much. After all, he was used to people who seemed to want to keep their privacy about them.

The question being returned to him should have been expected, and yet he still stumbled with what to say. “Hm, well...I’m a son of Dionysus, I was born and raised in America. I don’t know, I guess I’m a model sometimes? I tried acting but I’m really not a good enough liar,” he joked, a part of him trying to amuse the other. “Whose kid are you? Where do you come from?” he asked, trying to prompt him into questions he perceived as safe enough.

[wshaeun]

« black roses red » | ft. kji + lh

[wshaeun]

Han is glad to be back home. Even if they haven’t done much during the ball ( besides fucking in a bathroom stall ), Han can still feel the usual fatigue post event and he just wants to go clean up, take another shower and go cuddle with Jongin until he falls asleep, so his first reflex as soon as they’re inside is to start taking off all the accessories and any piece of fabric that is more easily removed of his costume and putting them on top of their couch, Han has half a mind to make a mental note of not wearing make up ever again because now he feels too lazy to wash it up even if he knows that it’ll be a mess in the morning if he doesn’t. But even like that, he still pays attention to what Jongin is saying and can’t help but softly chuckles with his words, finally looking up to him while he’s taking his bracelets off. “Or you could wear nothing, you know, shirts are overrated. I, for instance, is going to do just that.” He half jokes even if he still sends a mildly concerned gaze to the state of Jongin’s shirt since he isn’t sure if it’s something that Jongin rented or if it’s really his.

The older male is about to snort about Jongin’s next comment or behave like he’s wrong because those fangs don’t affect him as much as Jongin is acting like it does ( which is a lie because Han does like those fangs a little too much and they should be just fifty shades of illegal ), but whatever was on the tip of his tongue turns into a hitched breath and a barely audible whimper when Han feels the fangs against his skin, his heartbeat increasing a beat, and Jongin should stop because this just isn’t fair and he’s just too tired to really resist him ( not that Han has ever felt the need to resist Jongin that much anyway ). “Oh, fuck. Okay, you need to stop if you don’t want me to get a boner.”

[mpxjongin-blog]

Jongin snorts softly at Han’s words of just being naked, and offers a little shrug. “Clothes are so overrated,” he agrees with a hint of laughter in his voice. A grin comes to his lips at Han’s words in the next moment as the teeth brush against his wrist. “Maybe I want you to,” he half-jokes, taking the opportunity to slip an arm around Han’s waist and pull him closer, scraping the fangs along the juncture near his collarbone.

“Admit that you like the fangs,” he says playfully, pressing a couple of quick kisses against the other’s milky flesh before nipping him again. But true to his teasing way, it’s only a moment later that he pulls away again, and slips off the shirt since there isn’t that much point considering some of the buttons are missing and it’s as disheveled as it is. Not that he minds, since he has a half dozen just like it in his closet. He balls up the material and tosses it into the garbage can, the fabric mostly making it in before he gives a shrug. “Close enough,” he mumbles, never having actually grown out of the habit of making pretend baskets out of his trash.

[mpyoungjae]

Half  Pipe|Past | Youngjae && Jongin

[mpyoungjae]

Youngjae nodded, “You have no idea.” He mumbled before laughing a little, “Yeah everyone here is white, and here are a lot of blondes, so I stand out a little.” he smiled, he hated it here. He knew in the bigger cities there were other ethnicities, although he was pretty sure not many Asians. Switzerland seemed to be a rather homogeneous country despite being in the middle of Europe which was always seen as quite diverse. When he was younger he hadn’t minded being that different, but all any teenager wants, is to fit in. And Youngjae did anything but that. 

 Youngjae nodded a little, “Well here is good for scenery shots.” he mumbled, he had assumed that the other wasn’t exactly here because his family wanted to visit the Canton, and if they had just wanted to see Switzerland he would have been in Zurich or Bern. The movie world though, it was so different to anything anyone from around here would know. Here was just a town - a random small town with a stupid amount of fields, that was near one of the biggest lakes in the world. 

“Cool.” Youngjae smiled, “I guess it’s more…diverse there. right?” He shrugged, he’d only seen America on television - his school had a trip there - but there was no way his mom was going to be able to afford let him go, and he wasn’t going to as Jean-Luc. He could, but he wasn’t going to ask his mom’s fiance to help him with his school trips - even though Jean-Luc had insisted that Youngjae was like his own and he would do anything for him (He knew that he would, but he’d gotten by before Jean-Luc). “School.” Youngjae shrugged, “but it’s kinda dead a lot here.” He looked at the other, “there’s not that much to do here, skating, most people drink a bit. smoking.” He looked at the other, “as you can see, there is nothing” 

[mpxjongin-blog]

He snorted softly at the other’s words of the country being so full of people unlike them. It was interesting, he knew that over the years that plenty of people had faced racial separation and othering, but it had never really directly effected him. Through his mom, he’d seen her get turned down for roles on occasion because she wasn’t the blonde star they desired, but mostly those situations happened before he was born; she’d built herself into an actress that transcended stereotyping.

“Oh, yeah. There’s like everybody in LA, so this is kind of weird. Everyone looks at me a little strangely here...so I can’t imagine what it would be like for you every day,” he said, though there was still the good-natured humor in his tone that usually accompanied his words. Jongin was well aware that he’d been born into a very lucky place with a very privileged life, some people tended to remind him of that a lot, so he sympathized with the other. It wasn’t that he was necessarily unfortunate, of course, he didn’t know much about him to make that call, but at least on certain aspects it had to really suck.

He hummed quietly, the idea of such a boring place suddenly making him tip back, laying down on the cement as his legs hung over the dip. “That’s so lame. I guess I should ask why you aren’t in school, but that seems kind of redundant. Want to get drunk?” he asked, always at least intrigued by the prospect of alcohol. It wasn’t that he even knew Youngjae, of course, only that they seemed to have some in common and that they were the only two in the skate park.

[mpxjongin-blog]

;kick off;

@mpxyoongi

Jongin offered a playful smile toward one of the last lingering customers as they uttered a rather slurry goodbye. “Just don’t drive, okay?” he reminded him, though he’d assured him that he was riding with someone else. Jongin knew that a lot of their customers weren’t the most responsible, especially when alcohol got involved. With a shake of his head, he turned and began to put away unused glasses and bottles of alcohol, his gaze catching onto one of the newer additions to the club.

While he usually noticed people as they came to work, and generally made an effort to speak with them, he hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to the new bartender. He knew very little about him, and they’d only ever exchanged a few brief passings between each other as they reached for something or went to help a customer. “Tonight was a little crazy, right?” he observed with a hint of a smile on his lips, beginning to wipe down the counter.

“How are you liking it here? I mean, it’s not anything special, but...” he shrugged, leaving the question open. He knew virtually nothing about him, didn’t know if this was his first time trying out being a bartender or if he was old hat by then. “I don’t think we’ve actually been introduced, I’m Jongin,” he offered, “What’s your story?” He was naturally a very curious person - some would say annoyingly so - but he just liked to know the people he was surrounded by, and he saw little harm in that.

[wshaeun]

« night delivery » | ft. kji + lh

[wshaeun]

Han takes his shoes and socks off before sitting on the couch, taking one of the so many blankets in there to wrap around himself before snuggling and relaxing in the comfort and warmth of the fabric, even more now that Jongin easily accepted his suggestion. It isn’t like Han isn’t tired, he can feel the exhaustion of a long and busy days on his bones but he still can’t make himself close his eyes and relax enough to let everything go, not when just that simply idea already makes his body tense all over again and it feels like an eternity before Jongin is back from his trip to the kitchen and the older male smiles as soon as he sees the taller male, especially when he’s carrying not only a glass of wine for himself — which Han can’t help but wrinkle his nose for a second because he will never really understand what is the thing with Jongin and alcoholic drinks, even knowing that his father is the god of wine, besides it’s a little after 3 in the morning so it might be a little too late ( or too soon? ) for drinking but then if he commented that out loud Jongin would probably just rolls his eyes and say that it’s never too late or soon to start drinking, something Han obviously disagrees — and a bottle of water for him even if Han hasn’t said anything. 

“I don’t know how your liver is still working properly.” He comments instead, not being able to totally hold back his tongue, but then he still thanks Jongin for his water, taking a small sip before putting it down carefully on the floor before shifting on the couch as soon as Jongin seems settled on the couch so he also wrap the big blanket at least around Jongin’s shoulders always so carefully with the glass of wine he’s still holding before snuggling to the taller male’s instead and the blanket might’ve been warm, but Jongin is definitely much warmer and Han ends up sighing in the delight and melts against Jongin’s side automatically, almost like a reflex while his arms go to wrap around the taller male’s waist. 

Han hums, pressing his lips in a thin to hold back a laugh from only Jongin’s way of being but then it’s still very clear on the way he hums. “I think 7 is very reasonable.” He says, not really paying attention to the TV yet. “Maybe 8-ish?” He ends up replying, looking  up at Jongin through his eyelashes, batting them and pouting just a tiny bit in what was supposed to be endearing and pretty if there wasn’t a hint of teasing under the act. “Is this persuasion enough?” He jokes but then he looks at the movie it’s passing and it seems good enough, even if Han can already see that it’s full of cliches and dramatic acting. All that Jongin loves, so it’s already a yes. “For me, it seems like a good one.”

It doesn’t take too minutes of watching for all the judgment Han’s made to turn into reality and everything is almost funny, making him hold back his laughter once more just because he knows that Jongin might be enjoying the plot and the over the top sappiness of the movie even if a small part of him might also be liking all that sappiness but it isn’t like Han would ever admit it out loud, especially to Jongin. “Well, it seems like it has the potential to be one of your favorite movies.” He teases, pressing his face on Jongin’s side to hide his so very amused smile.

[mpxjongin-blog]

Jongin allows a soft laugh at Han’s concern for his liver, sitting down on the couch and snuggling close to Han as he offers the blanket. “Something’s gotta kill me, right? Might as well be something I enjoy,” he says, though there’s a clear bit of laughter in his voice. Quite simply, it’s become a habit to drink an excess amount of wine, something that he hardly even thinks about unless Han mentions it. A little smile plays on his lips as his roommate wraps his arms around him, allowing himself to relax into the other more. He always enjoys the moments when they can just quietly exist next to one another, there’s a certain level of comfort and familiarity in the way that they can simply be themselves.

He can hardly refrain from rolling his eyes playfully at Han’s method of persuasion, “You’re dumb,” he snorts, but there is a clear warmth to his tone. “Well at least my mom isn’t in it,” he points out. Though he does like his mother’s acting, sometimes it feels a little strange to watch her on movies playing a love-lorn character while he simply knows her as his mom. But he likes that at least he can blame her for his taste in cheesy movies. It isn’t something he admits to most people, and if asked he denies that he watches romantic comedies (and sometimes cries). But Han never seems to mind - aside from the occasional tease which Jongin sees as completely warranted.

It doesn’t take that long for Jongin to be somewhat captivated by the predictable romance. He knows what’s coming and he knows the formula of most cheesy movies by heart, but a part of him is always a little swept up in it. However, Han’s words and the clear smile he can feel against his shirt causes him to narrow his eyes, mock-glaring at him. “Oh shush it, you,” he laughs, elbowing him a little in the side.

With a glance at the television, he suddenly moves, setting his nearly empty wine glass onto the coffee table and moves to cup Han’s face, mocking the pose on the TV screen. “Oh my sweet, darling, dying Han. I love you now and I’ll love you when you die from this woman disease. And then I’ll still keep loving you when you’re a corpse...which I think is called necrophilia,” he gushed, his tone mock-serious.

[rxxbinc]

hello world’s cutest human being

[mpyoungjae]

Half  Pipe|Past | Youngjae && Jongin

[mpyoungjae]

Youngjae watched as the other came and sat next to him. “Yeah this is home.” he said with a smile. He didn’t really know if he liked it here, he’d never had left the country - his mom and he hadn’t had a lot of money growing up and his step dad was nice- just always working, so the best they’d had was a holiday to Bern or Zurich. So this was home, he didn’t exactly have any family elsewhere. His grandparents didn’t know he existed, as his mom had ran away to not tell them, and he knew nothing of his fathers family. So this was the only place he had roots. 

“Hi Jongin, I’m Youngjae.” he said quietly, He recognised that the boys name was also Korean. He leant back on his hands and sighed a little. “So how long are you here for?” he asked noncommittally. He knew the other hadn’t moved here, because he’d have been in the school - plus no one moved here - especially not other Asians. This was the kind of place that people grew up in and never left. Like a trap, no one moved in and no one left. Except Youngjae, he wanted to leave, he didn’t know where but he always felt outcast. He just wanted to find somewhere he belonged. 

“Where are you from?” he added, he was curious, he wanted to know why someone would come here. It wasn’t a tourist location. It was just… nothing, boring. He didn’t know why anyone would want to be here, if they could be anywhere else. 

[mpxjongin-blog]

Jongin almost wanted  to extend his sympathies if the other boy was stuck in a place so dead. It wasn’t that it seemed like a bad place, on the contrary, it just seemed incredibly boring for a teenager to live in. But the other hadn’t really seemed as skeptical of the place as Jongin was, so he opted to not bother with extending his sympathy. “Youngjae, cool. You probably don’t fit in that well here, no offense. But is everyone here white?” he asked, though there was laughter in his tone.

At the questions of how long he’d be there and where he was from, Jongin hummed briefly, considering how long his mom’s movie shoot was. “Not sure, exactly. My mom’s doing a movie around here, so that could mean they’re just doing some scenery shots - and only for a couple weeks - or they’re just doing most of it here - a couple of months,” he shrugged, “Hard to say.” It seemed rather self-important if he just laid out who exactly his mother was, given that she was quite well known, so he tended to just stick to vague offerings where she may well be thought to be one of the crew and not the star.

“I’m from Los Angeles, though,” he added. “Is it always this dead or is it just that everyone’s in school? What do you do around here?” Time changes always left him a little confused as to when things were since his body was still stuck on American time.

[wshaeun]

« black roses red » | ft. kji + lh

[wshaeun]

Han can’t help the laugh that escapes his lips with Jongin’s joke, kissing on one of the so many red marks on his neck as some sort of silent apology even if Han isn’t exactly sorry about them. “I tricked you pretty well, didn’t I? Maybe you should be the one being wary about going home with me.” He teases one last time, before they move out to the bathroom. Han usually isn’t really the type to put so many marks in another people, preferring them to do that to him instead and he never usually feel any sense of anything when he sees them in another body that isn’t his own, not really thinking too much about them besides sometimes apologizing if he ended up making one in a place he shouldn’t, but not with Jongin, not this time and it’s a little weird and it should be another thing that should ring all of his alarms, but Han ends up just ignoring it like he ignores most of the things when it’s about his feelings when around Jongin or about him, deciding it must be just the kind of friendship they have.

It is nice to talk to some of his friends he finds on the party, even if he’s greeting them briefly to say goodbye not long after since he’s already leaving. There are some really interesting fantasies that Han thinks have a great chance to win the contest. Soon enough, Han is done and is already looking for his roommate, startling just for a second when arms wrap his waist and someone is nuzzling on his neck, making him shiver just the slightest bit because in the other he recognizes the familiar touch and automatically relax and leans on the warm body behind him, his own hands coming to rest on top of Jongin’s. “Yeah. You?” Then the older male unwraps the arms around his waist so he can turn and intertwine his fingers with Jongin, kissing the back of each palm. 

[mpxjongin-blog]

Although Jongin is a rather affectionate person in general, with Han it always seems to increase. Of course, he blames it on the fact that Han doesn’t mind and is rather touchy as well, but that never explains why it always makes him so happy when the other is receptive to him. A part of him suspects that there’s something in their shared moments that is more than a simple friendship, but he doesn’t often pay much attention to those sorts of thoughts. A smile comes to his lips as Han kisses his skin. “Yeah, come on,” he agrees, squeezing the other’s hand for a moment before pulling him along toward the exit. He waves at a couple of people that he passes, but doesn’t bother to stop and talk to them.

It doesn’t take them too long to get back to their apartment, most of it spent in idle chat about the night and what other people had been wearing or doing. As he steps inside, Jongin glances down at his shirt, “I should probably actually wear something that still has the buttons attached,” he teases, flashing a grin at his roommate. It’s true of course that the shirt isn’t in as nice of a state as it had been when he’d put it on, but it’s hardly a loss given how it was damaged. “But I don’t know if I want to take the fangs off yet, you seem to like them a little too much,” he reaches for Han’s wrist, pulling it up to kiss the milky flesh there before playfully running the fangs along.

[mpxjongin-blog]

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JONGIN

Writing: @mpxtsukiyomi @jihoxmp (Starter) @mpxinari

Waiting: @naoisemp @mpxwonshik @mpxmomo @hanxmp (x2) @jihoxmp @mpyoungjae​ @mpsehun​ @mpxminki​

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SETH

Writing: @taehomp @mpxtsukiyomi @mpsehun @jihoxmp

Waiting: @mpxtsukiyomi

Plotting: @sojinmp I need more plots on Seth omg.

ARAWN

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Plotting: @mpxminki @mpxwonwoo

Okay, so that’s all relevant as of this very moment that I’m posting it. Once again I’m notifying you all that I won’t really be on this weekend due to spending time with family I don’t see that often. So feel free to take your time. And feel free to plot with me on any/all of my characters xoxo