MOVED.

old money. model. thief.

[rebelleseoul-a]

@punkassdaegu

nervousness was a understatement to describe how sik was feeling, the whole time he’d been on his back in his bed and it amazes him how he didn’t drop his phone on his face the whole time. the realization that he’s been smiling at his damn phone like a high schooler rolling about their bed while speaking to their crush—holy shit, what—he stops because he’s actually rolling around then blinks and stares at his phone, reminded of the many messages he almost sent by accident before he’s quickly deleting it. he’s thankful tae-luc didn’t ask, not even once, when he’s certain that if the other had been watching, the chat bubble that indicates one is typing was popping up then disappear, then again, they were writing a series of text not just a coupe, so it wasn’t obvious, right?

sik finally rolls off his bed—literally, rolling and landing on his feet before he stands up straight, eyes glancing at the mirror where his reflection stares right back at him. he tilts his head before glancing down at his attire. it’s just tae-luc, he shouldn’t change or get ready because they’re just… hanging out right? sure, that’s why sik’s running into his closet and tossing clothes aside. grabbing a pair of black excessively ripped jeans that hug his thighs just right, a black hoodie donned with a black long jacket, a yakuza bomber jacket symbol on the back of it as he fixes attired and strides into his bathroom. his hair’s disheveled, literally all over the place before he’s combing and styling it. a dash of the hair spray and he’s done, styled to the side slightly with the peek of forehead. his gaze shifts to his glasses and a set of colored contact lenses and opts for some grey contacts.

once he’s finished, his nerves get the best of him again. he can only distract himself so much—he takes one more look at himself in the mirror, deeming himself decent despite how he basically looks like he’s ready for ‘another hangout’ maybe a little too dressed up, well… if tae-luc says something, sik can simply say he just got back from some errand, yeah. he breathes in then out before he’s doing his best not to seem so eager as he strides casually towards the door before opening it, a grin matching the one on the other’s that he can see by the lift of his cheeks brings a grin of his own on sik’s face, he leans against the door frame coolly before he’s shifting to the side. “ if it ain’t the famous asshat— ” of mine. he suddenly wants to say but catches himself before he does so. “ come in before your fans realize that it’s you  ” he teases as he holds the door for the other.

     a tsk of his tongue at his words followed by a short chuckle.    “  asshat. i’m quite nice, thanks, brat.  ”    a playful glint in his eyes as he steps inside. thankfully, he managed to avoid any recognition on his way over. last thing he wanted was press swarming sik’s place. his place had become a bit of a second haven to tae-luc’s own apartment and he hopes to keep it that way. he’s not sure when it happens, when the place feels comfortable. he doesn’t recall returning to someone’s place so frequently because, that’s right, he doesn’t. the key to one night stands is to keep it to one. but it didn’t end at one with geunsik, it doesn’t even end at two or three. unexpectedly, a friendship forms, finding himself closer and closer. it became a comfortable rhythm and he wonders when his feelings changed or if he’d just been ignoring any signals for a while now.

     tae-luc unhooks his face mask and slips it into his pocket. quietly, he exhales a breath. his pulse quickens and he internally curses at himself. there’s nothing to be worried about. fuckin hell there is. there’s a risk to being here today. their friendship could turn awkward with a simple sentence. perhaps that’s why he subconsciously held back. he fears losing this genuine person, someone who he can just be himself around. had he run the worse case scenario in his head before? more times than he likes to admit. his back is to the other, enough to hide his internal debate, for a moment. was it too late to back out? he shakes it off before turning back to sik.    “  how’re you? you’re not hungover too, are you?  ”

[rebelleseoul-a]

goldcnbcys.

     the buzz of the music store is quiet, soft, a sort of white noise that is relaxing to the ears. suji had told himself before entering that he was only grabbing one thing and leaving, but his arms are filled to the brim with composition books and music theories–weak willed when it came to the thought of his students who are always so eager to learn. he could probably traverse this store with his eyes closed, coming here so often the owner knows his name, and it’s all but become a home away from home. 

     cozy, warm, and when suji sets his things down to run his fingers across the ivy keys of the store’s piano, there is no scolding that comes from the cashier behind the counter. if anything they welcome suji coming in to play, because when he does he can play for hours, and it always seems to draw in a crowd. it’s been awhile since he’s played for pleasure ( though he is always content to play while teaching ), and when his fingers begin a scale out of muscle memory, suji can’t help but smile. 

     the sun is setting but he’s still sitting in the practice room. while they should have been out of here hours ago they still find time to waste. everything is gold, gold, gold. fingers that aren’t his own against the piano keys. the sun coming in through the window. the growing, growing, growing feeling in suji’s chest. he basks in it. basks in the melody. basks in the deep voice right next to him. basks in the feeling of content.  

     he brings his other hand down to join, fingers already drawing from the fond memory that seems to playing on a loop in his brain. heart and soul is simple, but a duet his students love to play. it sounds a little lonely like this, without someone being there to complete the other half, though suji chooses to ignore that fact as his fingers fly across the keys. he’s so lost in the moment of it all he doesn’t even notice the figure that comes to stand next to him until there’s another pair of hands on the keys that aren’t his own. 

     suji’s hands come to a halt with a crash a sound, heart all but stuttering in his chest at the familiar sight of the hands before him. he already knows who it is, though it doesn’t make his pulse calm any less when his gaze finally flickers up to tae-luc’s face. he’s just as stunning as he was all those years ago–the tabloids and billboards doing nothing to capture his real beauty in person. suji almost feels a little starstruck, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew exactly what that handsome face looked like when he laughed so hard milk came out of his nose. 

     ❝ taelu? ❞ the fact that he has used a nickname from so long ago would have made suji’s cheeks flush if he still wasn’t trying to get over the fact that tae-luc was standing before him. he feels breathless all of a sudden. ❝ oh–what are you–how long have you been–hi. hi hello. ❞

     he only wants to die a little bit.

     ( closed starter for @rebelleseoul )

    early to rise, followed by not enough coffee, only to be complete with his makeup artists complaining about his lack of sleep. but, he’d been too tired to argue with anyone, it wouldn’t be worth his breath. he doesn’t even waste time taking off the touches of makeup before the car arrives to take him home. sigh softly sounds from lightly glossed lips as he sinks down in the leather seat. eyes flutter closed, feeling the touch of golden rays on his lids.

    sunny skies, soft breeze, two boys sit in a grassy field. uniform jackets and book bags tossed to the side. words fly as they converse about anything and everything. and when the chatter lulls, they exchange grins instead. it isn’t until the sun begins to set, that their smiles mirror, falling. high school was over and now the future lied ahead. where would they be years from now? would they remember each other?

    his head drops jolting him awake. the hazy dream lingers with a bitter-sweetness. he sighs, gaze directed out the window. he wonders if his mind is playing tricks on him, taking him back to a time where he smiled with a genuine friend. unanswered messages or calls multiplied before he barely heard from the other. only to return to find out he had moved. perhaps it’s a deeper wound then he admits—to lose his best friend and to never know why.

    brown hues widen at a familiar shop. he shouts to his driver to stop. without an explanation he’s hopping out of the car and moving toward the building. hand pushes open the door, the greeting bell ringing nostalgia to his ears. the small store looks exactly as he remembers as a teenager, all except for his companion. it’s almost like yesterday they would visit the store to play the instruments and see what new music was in stock. feet wander to the back, hands brushing lightly over the rows of sheet music. silly of him to think he might find suji here.

    tae-luc perks up at the sound of the piano. it’s always nice to hear live music. that’s when he recognizes the familiar tune. everything today wants to remind him of his friend. he walks back to the instruments to halt in his tracks. no. he rubs his eyes convinced the lack of sleep was affecting his vision. he knows that profile, the smaller frame, the way his hands move across the keys... suji. he doesn’t think, he only moves closer until his own hands are playing in tune to the other.

    the thoughts of the fact he hasn’t heard from suji are overshadowed by just seeing him. a part of him wonders if it’s real, but his voice is the same and hits him at his core. the other looks taller, yet still resting a good few inches shorter, and their features are still as soft, though more elegant than before. he chuckles, lightly.    “  i was in the neighborhood, been here about ten minutes, and hello..  ”    lips inch up as he adds,   “  ducky.  ”

[rebelleseoul-a]

sometimes i just think about my bb kidols and kactors enlisting and get sad T  T

[tinyjjk]

BTS x LDF 

[rebelleseoul-a]

minxygi‌.

@rebelleseoul has inspired a starter

“You have no fucking idea.” He was about to fall on the ground. God, did he hate running and what were they doing? Running. His back planted against the wall as he continued to heave. “So please, what have you dragged yourself into this time?”

    “  how much you hate running? I got a pretty good idea,  ”    he chimes, followed by a chuckle. he peaks his head around the wall to make sure no one is bolting after them. another day of press evaded.    “  nothing. i was just minding my own business, bumped into you, and then those lovely flashing lights started.  ”

[rebelleseoul-a]

punkassdaegu‌.

     “ damn right and you’d be clinging onto me all night. ”     shameless? most definitely, sik enjoyed having the other over, cuddled up and how he managed to get him to watch one (1) horror movie still astounds him, but he’ll never forget it. ( sure as hell, he’ll try strikes for another horror movie night ) he laughs before he perks up, a sly smirk soon etching on his lips as he shifts closer to the older.    “ yeah? well what do you know, my favorite fuckin’ people. ”     of course, not really his favorite. fuck, did he despise rich, stuck up assholes.     “ we have to. ”

     brown hues roll, slightly before he moves to grab some water.    “  using ghosts to get me to cling, tsk. i see past your shit, sik-a.  ”    there’s a level of horror tae-luc can handle. gore isn’t a problem; it’s the unexplained, unseen, supernatural that leaves him unsettled. his grin widens, forearms resting on the counter, as he leans back.    “  it’s a date then.  ”    he scrunches his nose realizing how it sounds in context to the holiday rather than just a general expression.    “  so, technically, i got invited i just turned it down given the event. still crashing sort of. brace yourself for a crowd of plastered singles.  ”    as if pretentious parties weren’t enough, holidays made it ten times more irritating.

[rebelleseoul-a]

hey, hi, hello. friendly reminder that YOU are the actual gem here and i'm happy we met. our muses are something else but i'm enjoying it so far. remember to smile and keep your head up because you existing is best and if you never existed >: i would have never gotten to meet an amazing someone like you. ♥ i can't wait to create more memories and write more with you. also, you're not allowed to die and if you sit in your hole i will dive right into it as well. uwu you're stuck now, thanks.

i know you sent this a day ago … but i really needed this pick me up today, so thank you!! LiES you’re the real gem here. it’s been lovely talking to you and building a dynamic not only ic but ooc. i feel like we clicked so fast, which was a happy surprise! ( nic really out here restoring faith in rp. ) i willllll do my best to keep on truckin so you can’t die either oKAY ThOT. here’s to more dumbass conversations where one of us is yELlIN be it our muses or just life. a whole ass mess wbk. :’))

[rebelleseoul-a]

WOW. i deadass forgot i had memes in my inbox.

[rebelleseoul-a]

@punkassdaegu.

okay, well fuck, this dude is actually french. kyungsik is quick to assume and is mildly amused that the individual actually dares to move towards his drone. then again, his drone appears harmless and truly like one of those realistic robotic dogs. he’s not quite there yet, but this one is close enough. the revenant leans back against the wall, head press against the surface as he looks left and right. he knows the hall way is free of anyone, even those people who hook up in any empty room wouldn’t be caught around the hallway he chose, though on his little screen he made sure it remains as that. he doesn’t want to go and shoot up people because they disturbed his quiet time taking his little drone pup out for a walk.

he bothers to make the drone move forward more, admiring the mask as he tilts his head with furrowed brows. but who are you? the drone pup wags its tail before kyungsik actually speaks, gaze now fixed upon the mysterious man. “this place is shit with security man, obviously.” he doesn’t have to point out how the other managed to get in there, let alone him. the revenant is slightly disappointed it was his drone that got to meet this mysterious  person and there’s a faint pout etching on kyungsik’s lips. he maneuvers the pup to roam around the place, a hum that obviously resonates through the empty room as if he wasn’t just caught by someone random individual.

there’s a slight scoff as he continues controlling the pup. all he needs is some of the riches, boss never specified what, all was told was to find something extremely valuable to the owners of the mansion and of course, in order to do so, he did his little research. somewhere in this wing of the large building holds a two-thousand year old scarab bejeweled with rubies and emeralds and a diamond on the scarab’s forehead. as to why this was in seoul is beyond him until the pup picks up on a desk, with swift movements, it hops onto the chair then onto the desk to scan through the papers, obviously getting a copy for himself as the pup continues scanning files, one in particular catching his attention.

these were just some millionaires, billionaires and the guards at the entrance made perfect sense. so he looks through his other files, having scanned the tablets the men held in their hands. foolish individuals forgetting how easy it is to scan a device these days or even hack it with the right tools and knowledge. he skims through the guest lists and sure enough, that scarab had been stolen and he’s now wondering if this is a test or in means of gaining something that had been stolen. ideas began running through his head, but then he recalls, he’s not alone here. so slowly, the pup turns around to pinpoint that mysterious stranger, making the drone sit down on the papers he’s found before clearing his throat.

“‘m not tryna start anythin’, y’know.” there’s a sliver of a grin on kyungsik’s face as the drone scans the proximity in any search of hidden areas that might contain a safe and he sighs into the receiver; something tells him that he may have to go in there himself. “you do your thing and i’ll do mine, sound fair? cool.” and the drone hops off the table and skedaddles further into the room, enshrouded in the darkness. a groan emitting from his end as he hears footsteps towards his direction, closing his eyes in sheer annoyance as he enshrouds himself within the darkness—unfortunately for him, he’s not safe from the conversations at hand and almost thinks of shooting a bullet right into one of their thighs, but he’s not up to stirring trouble and worry throughout the entire party. he’s not ready to crash it yet.

     the thief’s curious the choice of a dog for the robot. is it for disguise or humor? he finds it quite amusing and if he weren’t on a mission to rob the house he might ask who’s the person behind the curtain. a few more moments glancing at the dog, he backs off, not stupid enough to test if it has any programmed barks or bites. he simply nods in agreement—the security really is shit. but, there were still guards on rotation, which prompts tae-luc to move down the corridor. swiftly, he navigates the hall until he comes to a halt in front of the main office. and of course the pup is also in the room. lips thin behind his mask. ( was he really about to compete with a dog? ) tae-luc isn’t one to back down from a little challenge, but he had about fifteen minutes to get back to the party without drawing suspicion.

     “  mmm, depends on if we’re after the same thing.  ”    he doesn’t reveal there’s no specific item he’s looting. perhaps he wants to know what the other is after first. the odds of running into another thief is slim to none, not when the young man planned out his targets in advance. he knows the time, place, and people—always. he purposely avoids hot spots that other’s might select and yet he’s face to face, or face to screen, with another. though not for long as the pup runs off deeper into the room. 

     tae-luc clicks his tongue with a shake of his head. leaving the room so soon, what a common mistake. quiet steps move through the room and one gloved hand runs along the wall. hand stops on a nearly invisible line. he gives the wall a tap, the sound ringing different, a sound that paints a grin across his lips. bingo. boot pivots, back to the wall, and eyes surveying the room. eyes narrow in on a golden book end. he nearly snorts at how obvious it sits. he walks over to the bookshelf and pulls back the lever. music to his ears—the not so hidden, wall begins to move.

    he blinks a few times and objects come into focus in the dark room. another office with way too many displays featuring footage of almost every room. classic. call it paranoia or creepy. he turns his focus to the safe on the wall. he suspects multiple layers of security. he pulls out his nifty gadget that can crack simple number algorithms and hooks it up. the beep chimes and he opens the door to reveal a second code. ‘ voice recognition required ... ’ fuck. suddenly a voice calls out somewhere beyond the room. ‘ invalid code. ’ tae sucks in a sharp breathe as the hidden door begins to close and red beams surround him. double fuck. he’ll be damned if he lets his identity get outed from an accident uncaused by himself.

[rebelleseoul-a]

punkassdaegu‌.

✆  sms → asshole 💖

  ›    heh i know, shh no sad faces here tsk.   ›     … because your brain is always in the gutter.   ›     should i come by and bring you some coffee?   ›     i could go for some tea, hm.

✆  sms → lil brat 💘

   ›    :( i just did. wacha gunna do about it?    ›　it is not ...     ›　want to meet up for some instead? i could use some fresh air

[rebelleseoul-a]

sweetagcny.

                 PIPER STRUGGLES TO HOLD back a roll of her eyes at the other’s dramatics, sliding the red envelope to the male as she forces a smile on her face instead. always has to keep up appearances. “ no need for violence, it’s just an invitation. my brother asked me to give it to you if i saw you. and i’m seeing you, so i’m giving it to you. ” her index finger taps against the crimson square as she explains the random gift. “ he’s having a party and wants you to be there. ” quite amusing that he automatically assumed it was a lovely gift for the special day.

    he wasn’t really going to result to violence. it’s merely one attempt to scare people off.    “  you know i’ve got a mail address right ?  ”    an amused grin tugs at his lips. a moment of pause before he takes the invitation. he guesses she doesn’t want to be giving to him any more than he wants to accept it.    “  party as in black-tie event or a party ?  ”    it’s worth an ask when an envelope suggests a formal party. then again, he’s met his fair share of people who would make a statement of handing out printed invitations over shooting a text. he wonders if it elevates their pretentious status in some way.

[rebelleseoul-a]

@punkassdaegu​.

✆  sms → asshat

　›　… anyways 　›　 i get enough sleep to function dw  　›　 hm,,, maybe i’ll send more things for you to wake up to  　›　 drown out your fam :,)

✆  sms → lil brat

    ›    that’s not what i meant and you know it :((     ›　why does that sound inherently dirty?     ›　my brain needs coffee.

[rebelleseoul-a]

calicoscat.

“um.” how very astute. the smile slips from wendy’s lips as she hurriedly brings her arm behind her to hide the obvious gift. chocolates sit in a red, heart-shaped box, an obvious sign should anyone need it. her mind blanks on excuses to give to save herself; empty mind only mocking her lengthy silence. “ … i’m sorry? i’ll eat it, no worries.” enthused tone with only a hint of the hurt she felt, for she had believed the artisanal chocolate she’d spend a pretty penny on would be a sweet gift. then again, it meant she’d get to savour the chocolate for herself, so there was a silver lining after all.

     he picks up on the hurt, as subtle as it rings. damn it. the sentiment of valentine’s is lost on him, but he’s not an asshole. a sigh falls from rose-tinged lips. he holds out a hand.    “  hand it over, wendy-ssi. i know it’s behind your back.  ”    tae-luc’s lips inch up paired with a glint in his eye.    “  future reference, you don’t have to get me anything for v-day.  ”    most of the chocolate won’t make it past his eyes, even if he’s dying to devour it all. instead, he’ll try a gamble at one or two of them before offering the rest to the other. at least one of them could enjoy the, no doubt, high priced box of chocolates.

[rebelleseoul-a]

punkassdaegu.

    “ it’s definitely plausible that i’ll be locking myself in my apartment for the remainder of the day, munching on food and watching netflix because valentine’s is a whack holiday. catch me watching horror movies and gameplays. ”    a slight tap to his chin as his brows raise.    “ or! i could rob a place or crash a party… ”

     “  i’d say i’d join you ... but i’m 90% sure you’d show me a paranormal horror movie and you know i don’t fuck with ghosts.  ”    he’s still bitter over being tricked into watching one. head tilts with a growing grin.    “  orrr we could crash and rob a party. i just so happen to know a rich asshole throwing some pretentious v-day bash.  ”

[wickedlymeme]

“You have no fucking idea.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What the fuck?”

“How the fuck?”

“What the fucking hell?”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Why the fuck are you still here?” 

“How the fuck did you do that?” 

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“I think we should fuck.”

“You really wanna fuck with me?”

“Watch what you’re fucking doing.”

“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?” 

“What the fuck are you watching?” 

“Where the fuck are we?” 

“How the fuck do we end this?” 

“Where the fuck do you turn it on?” 

“Have you seen this fucking thing?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

“What a fucking surprise.”

“You fucking well know what you did.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” 

“Quit fucking bragging.”

“Are you here to fucking brag?”

“I said fucking LEAVE.” 

“I heard they fucked your best friend.”

“You know how this fucking movie ends?”

“You know where the fuck i’ll be.”

“Don’t fucking come back until you’re sober.”

“Don’t talk to your fucking mom like that.”

“You’re lucky they’re fucking dead.” 

“They fucking hated you.”

“They fucking loved you.”

“We all fucking burn in the end.”

“Time to atone for your fucking sins.”

“When was the last time you left the fucking house?”

“What did you fucking take?” 

“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”

“They’re fucking dead.”

“Who the fuck did you ask out?” 

“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.”

“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.”

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

“You fucking well know why that happened.”

“Don’t fucking call me again.”

“They say heartbreak really fucks with you.”

[rebelleseoul-a]

Giving him a small smile as she visits his apartment, she flops down on the sofa next to him and hands him a box of chocolates. "Happy Valentines Day, bud!" She grinned before he opened it and she had already eaten about four. "... I may have had a snack on the way."

     tae-luc shakes his head, grin pulling at the side of his lips.    “  i’ve been getting chocolate all day, so please, feel free to eat as much as you want.  ”    he’s left the boxes untouched not having much interest in opening them. he doesn’t want to be rude with hana, so he decides to play chocolate roulette. ( he never got why they weren’t labeled. ) his mouth is met with a gooey caramel and he hums in satisfaction. damn he misses chocolate.    “  thanks, hana-ya. though, if you go singing a bunch of love songs at me i might have to kick you out,  ”    he lightly teases.

[rebelleseoul-a]

open to all.

    “  mon dieu, if that’s a valentine i’m going to punch you.  ”    you could say he’s not fond of the holiday. too much commercialism overhyping a day that should just be like any other. why spend one day spoiling your significant other when you could do that every day ? he won’t rain on the parade of those who do enjoy the red-pink filled event, but he surely won’t partake. still, the holiday follows him to work, on the street, even to his address ( thank fuck for his hidden second home ). too many god damn boxes of chocolates he can’t even eat. too. many.