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Baekhyun // 170212 The EXO'rDIUM in Hong Kong ↳ cr: bh506ing

#{ he who hung the moon and kissed the stars | vis. }

astound

i need $$$$$ not feelings

#{ do you see this? it holds my blood; sweat; and tears. | misc. }

#{ ooc. }#{ tbd. }

“so… did you miss me?”

“Of course, my lady.” Paint-stained fingertips covered his smile. Frustration dissipated the longer he looked, a phenomenon that had failed to fade from their first meeting. That sired song sang to him so sweetly, soothing frayed nerves. “Did you miss me? I’m sorry for disappearing so long. The piece is…” He made a noise, something close to displeasure intertwined with excitement. “If I could find the right color, it would be perfect. But, nothing is right.” A huff, expression easing yet again. “Please, come in. Would you like some cake?”

#bbyminnie #{ r. minnie }#{ talk until you turn blue darling; I still won't care | answered. }#{ all's fair in love & war but don't you dare touch my paints | meme. }

bbyminnie:

everything in her was being controlled by one thing –– the booze. her excited-ness , her adrenaline , the sheer confidence that GLOWED around her being exemplified by the poison. he himself felt like a d r u g , intoxicating her further as he cut through the crowds of people , joining her in the middle of it all. minnie had sworn his feet didn’t even touch the ground , the male ( so beautiful ) just floating towards her. as soon as he was close enough , she felt her body light up. EXPLODING like the final , sweetest chord of an orchestra. tingles moving down every inch of her petite body. a hand snaked around his neck , pulling him closer with her bottom lip between her teeth. and with the music , every note pulling at her limbs like a puppet , she turned. minnie smiling at his hot breath on her neck as she pressed her back into him , swaying her hips to the tune that filled the club.

When they finally collided in the middle of that dance floor, it was if sparks left them in droves. She was stunning, a paragon of alluring beauty pressed against him as they moved together. Within moments his hands found her hips, sliding until one arm was wrapped around her waist. The beat reverberated through him, the alcohol in his body answering its call and adding sway to already fluid movement. All was given in that moment, his sigh hitting the back of her neck as she shifted against him. Unable to help it he laughed, the giddy sound lost in the din before it could be heard. He simultaneously lost and found himself, carefully molding himself to the woman in his arms. If he kissed her, what would he taste on her lips? The thought was fleeting, gone in favor of relishing soft skin. Another time. Her name was more important.

As the song drew to a close, he swayed a few minutes longer before leaning to whisper in her ear. “Would you like a drink, my lady?”

#{ r. minnie }#{ you call and I answer whenever I wish | replies. }#( this is late but hi )

taeyanghq:

taeyang was not a nervous person. someone with so much fucking POWER and strength never needed to feel nervous. there were men on his side , ready to literally die for him , making death merely something to be scoffed at. he was a man of literal power , stealth ; a man of money and drugs. he was immortal and on top of the world. somewhat of a GOD in korea. but this. fuck , this ?? this is what made him nervous ??? this is what made him pace around on the sidewalk , fixing the collar of his silk shirt over and over again ? ridiculous. he felt absolutely FUCKING ridiculous.

his sexuality. it was the one thing that was UNCERTAIN in his life. the only jagged , confusing puzzle piece that didn’t fit in with his plans. it was a secret that he had only just begun to touch on. sex. sex was easy. or at least it was with women. the feeling of women was something he knew VERY WELL , almost like a second nature. but the feeling of seokjin ; that was still uncharted waters. unfamiliar and dangerous. it was supposed to be a one time thing –– an experiment.

but taeyang had liked it. REALLY liked it. the feeling so foreign that it was like a drug. a drug his body needed so desperately he hadn’t even realized the message he had typed up until after pressing send. and now , hours later , he stood outside of a run down motel. a place he had picked that he figured no one of importance could see him rummaging around. ‘ let’s get this over with , ’ he hid his nervousness upon the boy’s arrival , feeling himself already hardening in his jeans just at the other’s appearance.

Steps slowing as the space between them vanished, Seokjin couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips at the statement thrown at him, a hint of mirth and playfulness present. It wasn’t the response he’d expected, given who had sent the invitation in the first place, but that was what made Taeyang interesting. What would he taste if he kissed the man now? Would it be nervousness? Desire? Annoyance? Or something else entirely? What answer would he find on that tongue?

Drawing closer to the other, Seokjin let his fingertips trail along one silk sleeve. “Impatient are we?” There was a tease in his voice, dark eyes taking in those fine features. The question held a hint of a challenge, tongue peaking out to wet his lips almost absentmindedly. Distantly the reminder not to push rang through his mind.

A few seconds passed until he acquiesced, putting enough distance between them to be deemed appropriate. Even if they were near shitty motels in the darker parts of town one never knew who was watching. There was time for what they needed to do, at least on his end. “As you wish. Lead the way, handsome. The sooner we’re behind closed doors the better.”

#{ you call and I answer whenever I wish | replies. }#{ r. taeyang }#taeyanghq

ohsehunpai

baekhyun | vryl

#{ he who hung the moon and kissed the stars | vis. }

jfckimiko:

Kimiko smiled, tilting her head to the side as she licked whipped cream off her spoon playfully. She was no stranger to Seokjin, and she knew what he wanted. “Mmm manslaughter seems a bit harsh. Did anyone die in the flames? Arson would be a big charge, and I’m sure there’s a charge for attempted murder or manslaughter.” She watches him shift in the chair, brown eyes glimmering with something dark. Her eyebrow raises as he begins to speak, leaning in to listen to him intently, even though he is speaking loud enough for her to hear.

#{ r. kimiko }#{ you call and I answer whenever I wish | replies. }#nsfw #jfckimiko #( still only sorta nsfw otl )

@ofnayeons

He’d constructed it on a whim, gathering the fluffiest of sleeping bags, sturdy chairs, the softest blankets he could find, and way too many pillows. All the windows in his apartment were open, letting the city provide the necessary ambient noise. All that was left to do was to send the text.

To: Nayeon♪ [21:47 p.m.] ➸ “Hey pretty lady, a fort has been constructed in your honor. You + Me = Cuddle time? The door’s unlocked if you decide to bless me with your presence.”

Unlike some of his other bonds, his intent was far from sexual. She had a boyfriend, a line he’d never cross, but even so. The need here was platonic, a companionship built on comfort and softness rather than heated stares and passionate kisses. Settling into one of the blanket nests with his DS, Jin waited for her arrival.

#{ r. nayeon }#{ you call and I answer whenever I wish | replies. }#( I hope this is okay! )#( if you want or need me to change anything let me know )

fybaekhyun

#{ he who hung the moon and kissed the stars | vis. }

hckker

@parkxseokjin

after the bonfire , the only thing on minnie’s mind was to get away from her entire REALITY by filling herself with endless amounts of alcohol and blocking out the endless void of s i l e n c e with blaring music. anything to get away from her thoughts and the memories of her skin being burned. she wanted to be touched , pressed against other bodies under swirling blue and red lights as she danced everything away. every night she had been to a different party , that was filled with all different people except O N E. the only familiar face that kept coming around like a moth to a flame , minae unsure who was which. all the other nights , she had pretended that she hadn’t noticed him. but not tonight. she wanted to dance with him , drink with him , and finally learn just who the hell he was. ‘ you , ’ she called him out from the middle of the floor , pointing a single finger and WILLING him over. ‘ come dance with me. ’

parkxseokjin

It was stress that had drawn him out that night, stress that vibrated through him and wreaked havoc on his mind. Sources numerous, he’d done the only thing he could think of. the only thing that brought him relief. Donning make-up and leather as if they were a sword and shield, Seokjin went to a party. Only when he was surrounded by people, skin sliding against skin and cloth alike to the beat of a song, alcohol pumping through his veins, was he able to breathe. At the corner of his eye, a familiar face lingered. A siren’s call he’d begun to recognize, urging him to approach. The hands of another stole his attention away before he could follow the woman, could satiate growing curiosity. Lips followed soon after and he folded. Later. If she was still there.

When he walked back onto the dance floor thirty minutes later, throat sore but mouth clean -- thank fuck for disposable toothbrushes and tiny bottles of mouthwash -- dark eyes scanned the crowd. Where had she gone off to? A shout shattered his attention, unconsciously searching for the source. Ah. There she was. In the midst of it all. Pointing at him. He could’ve laughed at the circumstance, at the glorious serendipity of it all, but chose to answer her summons instead. Best not to keep a lady waiting.

#{ r. minnie }#{ you call and I answer whenever I wish | replies. }

say you had the option to change your past and never come to hongdae. would you take it even if it meant forgetting everyone you’ve met?

“That’s a tempting offer. I might, if it wouldn’t fuck things up too bad. Messing with the past can be quite tricky, you know? I miss decorating the sides of buildings with my art… For right now, though, nah. I’m enjoying myself here. Lots of single people to kiss and parties to attend.”

#Anonymous #{ all's fair in love & war but don't you dare touch my paints | meme. }#{ talk until you turn blue darling; I still won't care | answered. }

dohkyungcutie

#tw: flashing gif #tw: flashing images #tw: flashing lights #{ he who hung the moon and kissed the stars | vis. }

jfckimiko:

Kimiko leaned forward on her hands, grinning broadly at the boy sitting across from her. He was gorgeous, and Kimiko was always ready and willing to have a good time. It was one of her (many) vices. “Tell me about it. I hope that fucker that messed it up got caught or some shit. People could have DIED.” Her eyes are wide, shimmering with the hints of smokey eyeshadow. “I’m always up for a little fun, Seokjinnie.” She smiles, red nails tapping against the counter. “I’m offering anything and everything.” She grins, red lips turned up into a wicked smile. “A long list that could use some things being checked off, I’m sure.”

Jin hummed in agreement as he took another sip of his drink, frown marring those beautiful features. He followed up after carefully swallowing. “Exactly. Whoever did it could’ve been brought up on manslaughter charges, and in my opinion should at least be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. It was fucking reckless and dangerous. Some people will be scarred for life from those burns.” The passion funneled away as their conversation shifted elsewhere. Settling backwards in the chair when Kimiko smiled at him, a smile of his own was offered. “And I’m forever grateful for it.” Pondering her words, lithe fingertips absently ran along the rim of his cup. “You’re right.” A discreet look around was taken, and upon finding no one even remotely close to them Jin let his voice rise high enough to be heard. Anywhere else and he’d have whispered them, but there was a thrill at casually stating his sexual desires.

#jfckimiko #{ r. kimiko }#nsfw #( sorta? he's talking about nsfw stuff )#( also whoops this is long I'm sorry )#{ you call and I answer whenever I wish | replies. }

@taeyanghq

The summons came after his last class, a short message from a number he didn’t recognize with a location he was familiar with and a time. A knot coiled in his stomach, mixture of emotions too complex for him to discern, only to fade when he made a decision. His response was swift, evening plans changing immediately, and with quick steps -- spurred on by a thrum of excitement in his bones -- Seokjin made his way back to his apartment.

Getting ready took a full two hours, fingertips careful as he smoothed out every imperfection he could find. Every precaution that he could think of was taken and when he was finished a shiver of delight washed through him. The man that stared back at him from the mirror looked positively fuckable, makeup accentuating his fine features and clothes hugging every curve. His hair was in careful disarray, begging to be messed with. The entire picture was perfect for debauchery, just as he liked it.

Gathering the necessary personal items, Jin locked up and made his way to the location he’d memorized. He would arrive right on time and not a minute to spare, or so his phone said. Something told him that keeping this particular person waiting would not be very wise, but he brushed the rush of nerves aside. If they kept this going he’d find a way to push the limits, test that which restrained him. He always did. Until then, he’d abide by the rules. Somewhat.

#taeyanghq #{ r. taeyang }#{ you call and I answer whenever I wish | replies. }#( sorry for the late post )#( also let me know if you need me to change anything )

How's being with Kimiko, everyone's favorite fuckgirl?

“First, what a crude word for such a lovely lady. I suggest you refrain from using any terms like that for Kimiko, or anyone else, in my presence again. Secondly, I don’t kiss and tell. Whatever we’ve done is between us, and will stay between us on my end.” Eyecontact is held for a prolonged period before he turns away. “Now, shoo.”

#Anonymous #{ talk until you turn blue darling; I still won't care | answered. }#{ all's fair in love & war but don't you dare touch my paints | meme. }#honesty hour #( Oooo he got angry )#( hello button I didn't know Jin had )

what is your ideal date?

“Date? I don’t --” He fell silent for a moment, face unusually blank until he seemed to snap back to himself. It lasted only a second. “Somewhere personal and meaningful. Maybe by the beach? I’ve always wanted to see the ocean in person. Or the moon, Earth’s moon that is. I definitely want to go to the moon someday.”

#Anonymous #{ all's fair in love & war but don't you dare touch my paints | meme. }#{ talk until you turn blue darling; I still won't care | answered. }#honesty hour #( this was weirdly hard for him to be honest about )

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