duality.

JANG HEOSOO. 24. of noble blood. ( you're neighbourhood pick-me-up. ) and lord-in-waiting to yang's first born, yang jaewon.

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event ♚ @heosoo

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ryxjinyoung:

this was reckless, insane even, but heck, jinyoung wanted to have some fun. who better than heo, anyway? heo was his friend, he could trust him. he’s all giggles as he follows to the exit, the glow of the grin light colouring heo’s pale skin, and it feels like jin’s in one of those artsy films filled with ‘symbolism’ and tasteful sex scenes. there’s a breathy moan leaving him with the feeling of a set of lips on his neck again, his virgin, unclaimed neck burning with the desire to be marked up. his eyes flutter in the green light, and there isn’t even a moment’s hesitation as he grabs the other’s shirt and brings him along into the brisk cold of outside, hearing the door slam shut and finalize the choice for him as he brings heo along the perimeter of the building to get to the back. “now i’m debating whether to wait until we get back or just make better use of your car than simple transportation.” he’s a little shocked at his own words, and even more so at the fact that he means them. was he… a sexual person? but he had been a virgin for so long, most people thought he was asexual (and called it a damn shame with how handsome he was). yang jinyoung, the closet sex freak. who knew.

There’s something sweet and untainted in the way Jinyoung moans at the kisses on his neck; cute, even. Heosoo only wants to hear more, to see how loud he can make the younger moan and how easily he could make him. Defenses lowered enough that his eyes flutter when there’s a hand grabbing his shirt and pulling him along, the slam of the door echoing in the back of his mind as he stares in awe at the younger. He’d teased him so effortlessly about being a virgin and yet, here, Heosoo is, shoes scuffing along the pavement and enraptured by the way Jinyoung’s lips move when he’s teasing him. “Oh, really? Does Yang Jinyoung not believe that I can handle him twice?” Heosoo tempts back, closing more of the space between them to press a kiss under the Jinyoung’s ear and lets his hands slip down to squeeze the youngers backside. The amount of times he had imagined doing that and had to restrain himself; because he never thought he’d have a chance; that he’d get to fill his hands with the younger. “God, your ass is so nice. I’ve always wanted to get my hands on it,” he offers in compliment, glancing over towards where he’d parked his car; cradled against the side walk. It’s regretful to let go of Jinyoung’s backside, so he doesn’t. “Get my keys out of my front pocket.”

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drunken confessional

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ryxjinyoung:

it hurts. everything hurts and yet jinyoung isn’t even the one who was beat. he was so, so empathetic that he couldn’t help but crumble upon learning such things. he remained silent, swallowing any sobs that threatened to whimper out, knowing it wouldn’t help heosoo if he started crying right then and there over him. heosoo had never opened to jinyoung, or anyone from what jin could tell, about any of this. it was the only silver lining in the situation, that drunk heosoo was willing to open up to jinyoung, but beyond that everything just really fucking hurt. he cared about heosoo so much… if he could take away the pain and make it his, he would in a heartbeat. 

“these haven’t been looked at, have they? let me fix you up..” he moves off the bed to go get his emergency first-aid kit (because of course he had one handy as a lord in waiting). he returned rather quickly, opening up the case before looking back to heo. “i.. need to see the bruises. could you lift your shirt up again? you could have cracked ribs for all we know..” the idea of someone breaking heo’s ribs to get all of his money out of him to pay off his father’s debts… it was unreal, he could barely process it. and jinyoung thought he had problems… well, he did, but they hadn’t harmed him physically like this, not yet. “you could change your name and officially disown him as a parent..” staying attached wasn’t doing him any favours, clearly. suggesting this to a drunk heosoo though… probably not the smartest decision.

“No, they’ll call the cops and I can’t report. Fucking hassle,” Heosoo answers, cringing when the bed is shifted and his body moves unwillingly. A soft huffed breath as he lowers his arms, preparing to tell Jinyoung not to bother. But he’s gone by the time he looks, leaving Heosoo wondering if he should sneak out and avoid the awkwardness that was undoubtedly going to settle over them. The regret of his words bubbling up and leaving him nauseous -- or maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol and pain medication. Jinyoung returns before Heosoo can move, brow knitted as he concentrates on what is being asked and then shakes his head. “I’d feel it if they were cracked. This is nothing,” he answers, fingers curling lazily and pulling his shirt up slowly. “There’s nothing you can do. ”

The suggestion makes Heosoo cringe, covering his face again with his arm; like he could shield himself from everything by closing his eyes and pretending this wasn’t happening right now. That he wasn’t drunkenly baring his soul to Jinyoung of all people. “I can’t. Okay? It’s not how it fucking works,” he mutters, shaking his head and shifting his weight. There was a prickle over his skin, the cool air leaving goosebumps and making his bruises sting through the haze of his intoxication. Unable to help himself but squirm, peeking past his forearm and towards Jinyoung. “Why do you even fucking care anyway? I get beat sometimes. So what? It’s nothing,” thats what he insists, what he tells himself with a sharp bitterness on his tongue. The foggy thoughts make it hard for him to see any way out of the problem and he’s not going to cry on Jinyoung’s shoulder. A shuddered breathed as he tries to calm himself. “Can you just hurry up? It’s cold.”

[ryxmiran-blog]

first greetings ||「jhs+cmr」

@ryheosoo

the ball has officially started, but miran was nowhere near the crowds gathering. of course, princess yeona wasn’t gonna be to fond to find out that her lady-in-waiting went into hiding, but nonetheless, miran still had her manners and an image to keep up with before completely disappearing from the scene. the lady-in-waiting wasn’t quite fond of events likes these. to her, they were too crowded and loud. there were people that she needed to avoid as well.

however miran ended up exploring the event hall. of course, there weren’t that many people in the hallways, which miran was grateful for. she enjoyed being alone sometimes. her lavender dress swayed as she walked with the sound of her heels echoing through the hallway. as she strolled around, most of the doors were closed. miran wouldn’t dare go in them until she spotted one door open. of course, it wasn’t closed all the way, but she could definitely see the lights on from the inside.

miran walked up to the door and took a peek inside. she couldn’t see much; although, she did feel a breeze on her nose. perhaps the window doors were opened? the brunette placed her hand on the door and gently pushed it open. she could see just outside the window doors that someone was standing there. perhaps the other was a guest at the even as well.

❝ will you not be joining the party? ❞ miran asked, hoping she didn’t startled the male.

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Like every party or event that Heosoo found himself being dragged to, he’d spotted and marked his exits on entry, and waited for no one to be looking his way before he slipped out. Hands casually stuffed into the pockets of his black suit jacket as he wandered down the halls, trying different doors until he found the entry room and the glass doors that allowed him to step away from the threat of a fire alarm sounding off on his position. That was the last thing he needed when he had a pocket of E for the after party.

It was an blase manner in which he pushed open the doors, stepping into the cooler air and fishing out a cigarette from an inside pocket to light up. His gaze running over the picturesque view that was laid out of the city, of street lights and neon signs. The smoke singing the edges of his lungs as he took his time, leaned up against the metal rails and fiddling with his phone, replying to texts that were sitting in his inbox. Meet ups, hook ups, deals; very rarely a friend asking how he was. That wasn’t who Heosoo was.

That was why he didn’t expect anyone to look for him, or anyone to find him. His head raised, looking over at the source of the voice. A pretty girl in a pretty purple dress; very typical of such events. A shrug creased across his shoulders. “Avoiding my duties while they aren’t looking for me. A breath of fresh air,” his voice is mixed with a relax sarcasm, holding up the cigarette as his fresh air, and thoughtlessly running his eyes over her. Did he know her? Had he slept with her? Was she someone knew? “Why are you out here? Escaping some awfully awkward flirting from a teenager?”

[ryhuiqing-blog]

- * — steady w. heosoo

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ryhuiqing:.

hui qing often pounded over the reason to heosoo’s destructive behavior. how the younger male could always seem eager to put that toxic crap into his body. perhaps that was why hui qing was the one scolding him and heosoo was the one who kept drinking and abusing drugs. they were different people, set on different paths, and while hui qing had to need to scold or even worry about the younger man beside him. the doctor in him found it harder and harder to ignore the other’s behavior. “ that’s toxic tongue of yours is going to lead you into trouble heosoo-ah.” berated hui qing, a grim expression still evident in his features. 

in the end, hui qing knew it wasn’t worth scolding heosoo, the younger was stuck in his ways. the grimace still remained on the prince’s lips - if he couldn’t push heosoo to a more righteous path than how was he going to lead his subjects when he became king. perhaps this was the reason why hui qing continues to scold the younger even if he was all for nothing in the end.yes, his need to succeed made it hard for him to even think about abandoning his goal to ensure heosoo didn’t die over toxic habits. for a moment a frown appears on his lips, the name of the oldest yang son brings rather bitter connations - but as quick as it appears, it vanishes and is instead replaced with a blank expression. “ well, i hope that by me ensuring you don’t die in a museum’s restroom will keep the crown prince in better shape. “ his tone a bit blunt - nonetheless it didn’t show his true feelings for the other royal. 

perhaps he was a bit envious over the fact jaewon and heosoo could be so close. he wasn’t friends with the staff his family employed. and he supposed that was his fault - he had, after all, closed him off from others the moment he turned sixteen. at the younger’s request, hui qing sighed, glancing at heosoo as he mulled over his options. before shaking his head. “ i’d rather not enable you.”  hui qing explains a hint of distaste bubbling over. “ if you’re good for the rest of the night, maybe i’ll give it back.”

“My toxic tongue has got me plenty of trouble, hyung,” Heosoo’s voice it lit with a varying array of undertones, the main in which being something sexual in nature. A tug of a smirk in the corner of his lips as he winked at the older male, as if to rub in the fact more and hope to show how little he was truly worried about the trouble he could get into. Everything about him was the opposite to Hui Qing, in that manner of being polar that should have grated on Heosoo’s nerves. But it didn’t. It must have been that princely charm that Heosoo had never been seduced by -- or at least, convinced he was never seduced by. His eyes lingering on the doctor, only to drift away as his nose crinkled in the annoyance as the topic turned to his ‘job’ and another prince. “Unlikely,” the short quip from Heosoo, shrugging his shoulders; he was more likely to end up letting Jaewon overdose than keeping him alive. 

“But I’ll try,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders. He did, he was. He tried to keep Jaewon off anything too hard, save him from any drugs mixed with something toxic and was there if anything went wrong. Not that he could tell that to Hui Qing.

Unlike anyone in tune with gossip, Heosoo kept his nose out of things that weren’t a part of his business. There was no need to know who hated who and who was fucking who, unless they were hating him or fucking him. That was Heosoo’s rules anyway, and so he didn’t think to hard on the way Hui Qing spoke. He was centered on the alcohol that had been stolen from him. “Ah, come on. You’re not enabling me. You’re just saving my ass from having to walk out and threaten a waiter to get me another one,” Heosoo retorted, childishness in his voice and a whine at the back of his throat. Very few people could set the twenty-four year old into a space where he would act in an immature way, but Hui Qing radiated that air of a big brother and Heosoo pretended not to notice. “Why don’t we share it then? Mouthful for you, mouthful for me -- it’ll save a waiter and the more you drink, the less I do.”

He leans in closer, chin tucking on Hui Qing’s shoulder. A distraction as he slips an arm around behind the olders back and tries to snake his bottle into freedom. “Have fun with me, hyung. Maybe you can save me from myself if I’m distracted.”

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note: i’ve decided to queue things, so then my blog isn’t silent for multiple days in a row. also it lets me keep up with everything, or it should.

replies, queued:

huiqing

miran

yena

daehoon

still writing:

minhee

minwook

[ryheosoo-blog]

i just thought i’d let everyone know that i’m not ignoring anyone with plotting. i’m currently in uni, i have classes four days a week, and then i study anywhere from 2hrs to +5hrs a day on top. that means my brain is super tired most days, and i usually only focus on plotting during the weekend and my days off. so i might reply during the week to keep my activity and stop replies from piling up, and not respond to an im. but rest assured, i will get to them and i do very much want to plot with you guys. ^^ <3

[avtjiyong]

‘you’re the worst’

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ryjaewon:

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jaewon let the girls all sit down without joining them, lifting the whiskey to his lips and taking a swig before realizing what his eunuch was after. “what- no!” he tried to hold his phone out of heosoo’s reach, angry suddenly. “you know what else is a big no-no, asshole? drugs! fuck off.” he shoved at him, although much too wasted to actually put any force into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he cursed under his breath. “i just want to keep the pictures, i’m not posting it to instagram or something.”

which was a lie, but heosoo was already too damn protective– he needed to lighten up. jaewon didn’t quite understand why he wouldn’t let him party like this, even when the relationship they had together could get way worse in private rooms; jaewon drowning himself in the toxins heosoo was all too eager to provide to him as well as any of his other clients. it’s not like he fucking cared about his crown prince. “god, mom, can you leave me alone? go dance or something.”

He should have expected the irritation of Jaewon, his complaints and the curses that were thrown at him. Still, it was a low blow to mention the drugs -- especially when the prince was one of his most loyal customers and he’d do everything from clean the other up to lie for him to cover up his habits. Heosoo’s brow knitted together in annoyance when the other tries to shove him away and hears the blatant lie on the others lips. A scoff is on his own, shaking his head. “Like I can fucking believe you,” he retorted, choosing to focus on the photographs than on the attack of his side job. He didn’t particularly want to be shouting details of him getting Jaewon high in the V.I.P lounge.

There was an extra stretch, a yank, and Heosoo was stepping away from the drunken prince to scroll through the current contents of his phone. The pictures being pressed onto, ticked to be deleted all together and shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, I’d love to. But you’re a drunken fucking idiot so I can’t,” Heosoo shot back in return, a glare over the top of the glow of the phone directed at the crown prince. It was the truth. If anyone did a test on him right then, he would have been the only sober head in the entire club and that was because he knew when Jaewon partied, he would party hard. And they were out, where photographs and videos could be taken.

As the phone is cleared out, Heosoo is soon shoving it into his pocket in hopes of keep it out of anyones hands. Lord knows what shit someone could pull from his text messages and call log, and if they wanted to dig deeper to the things deleted. There was a pause as he looked up at the older male. He didn’t think he was better than Jaewon, he didn’t think he was nicer or had a cleaner image. But unlike the crown prince, he didn’t feel the need to blast his life in detail from the rooftop and let everyone know the dirty secrets he had. “Just fucking get down before you fall and split your skull open and bleed on their nice carpet.

It was a request he doubted would be fulfilled, with the state that Jaewon was in and the alcohol flooded through his system. Heosoo was trying to restrain how annoyed he was; barely trying. “You get down from there and we can have a drink together -- get me fucking drunk,” he offers a challenge instead, an option for Jaewon to get freedom from Heosoo babysitting his drunk ass and Heosoo could keep an eye on him while they did. His expression trying to soften as he glances towards the girls the prince had had on his arms and then back to the older male. “Then I’ll fucking dance and you’ll have no chance with those girls, hyung.”

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event ♚ @heosoo

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ryxjinyoung:

he stares in disbelief, wondering if this is really real, or if it’s a dream of his. heosoo wanted him? all this time? him? he was blushing all over again, deeply flattered, and feeling a little dumb for not even noticing. but did heosoo even want him to know if he thought he didn’t have a shot? as much as he thinks he’s a potato and not really worth such praise, he smiles at the words, biting his own lip, feeling a little giddy even. heosoo liked him. for the first time in his life, he decided to do something rather reckless. he was always taking his job seriously, always watching over sungjae, admiring from afar, but right now he had someone, someone amazing wanting him, and he was right at his fingertips. for once he was going to do something for himself. taking heo’s hands in his, he releases his lip and smiles broadly, glancing to the doorway to see if anyone had come out and seen them before he starts heading out of the banquet area and towards the exit. “show me everything heo, teach me everything.” 

Heosoo is studying the youngers reaction, reading every thought that seemed to flutter past his mind and sink in somewhere that he couldn’t see. There was always a chance of striking out, and Heosoo knew the rules enough. Still, he rarely had the problem of going home alone when he didn’t want to and he was confident as he watched the others teeth sink into the bottom pink lip and the glints in the others eyes flicker. His own lips rising, curling in response and he dips his chin in, following Jinyoung’s glance to the doorway for sight of anyone before they were headed for the exit. It was if something had clicked in his fellow lord-in-waitngs head and now he was letting go. It was attractive, undeniably so. “Oh, I will. Don’t fucking worry about it,” his voice is filled with a lilt, biting the corner of his lip as he catches sight of the green light, tugging Jinyoung towards the back exit. “Let’s go this way. I parked my car around back.” It was the truth, done so with various reasons in mind and most of them being of not getting caught on his way out. There was a cold rush of air prickling his skin when he pushes open the door, side-stepping as he holds it with his body; door against his back, freeing his hands to reach for the youngers waist, tug him in to press a kiss to his neck and let the other see the mischievous light in his eyes. “Last chance to change your mind. You can turn back now or you can get into my car.” 

Heosoo like to believe himself a gentleman after all.

[bangtan]

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event ♚ @heosoo

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ryxjinyoung:

it takes him aback when the other comes after him again. jin wasn’t worth this, he wasn’t worth being chased like this. what was heo thinking? the touches are so nice, he likes them but he still feels shy, shrinking a bit and taking a half step back when the other has his hands all over him again. “w-why are you doing this?” he’s confused, torn between wanting to run away and wanting to plant his lips right back on heo’s again. his eyes flutter with confusion. “why are you wasting your time with me? you could have anyone you wanted, anyone. someone experienced, who could give you the good time you want. why me? why waste your time teaching me? i’ll be nothing but annoying to you, it’s not worth it–” and yet he still curls a hand into the other’s shirt. he wants him, he can feel it in his stomach, but he fights it. he has to keep heo’s best interests in mind after all.

Heosoo doesn’t understand how someone could see themselves like Jinyoung seemed to. The twenty-four year old had never, once in his life, let anyone make him feel as if he wasn’t good enough or a waste of time. He suck his teeth in and refused to let anyone destroy his self-esteem. Fingers slipping down, resting his touch at the others collar and the nape of his neck. A corner of his lip rises as he hears the younger repeat how hes not worth, question why he wants him, suggest someone else. “I’m glad you think so highly of me. But to me it’s worth it. I want you, and if I manage to get you... how is that a waste?” His voice evens out when he speaks practically, when he’s focused less on being flirty or smooth, and more on being reasonable; logical. “I wanted you when I first met you, but I never thought I had a shot. You didn’t seem interested,” he explains, a loose shrug of his shoulders and his gaze firming back onto the youngers features. “If it’s just because you’re not experienced, then I’ll teach you. You get to learn, I get the pleasure of making out with you -- we both get something.” His lips pull into a smile, shifting his weight and biting the inside of his lip. “And if I can have anyone I want, and I want you. Tall, handsome, ‘cute ass’ed you. Why are you making my life so difficult?”

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event ♚ @heosoo

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ryxjinyoung:

he looks up as his arms somehow find themselves around heo’s neck, and suddenly their bodies are pressed together and there’s a pair of lips on his jaw, sliding up to his ear, a shiver running down his spine. what had he done? he was letting heo taunt him without any semblance of mercy. this was a cruel joke, and yet it seemed like heo really did mean it, that he thought jin was hot and actually desired him. his entire body flushes with heat, feeling incredibly embarrassed by his words, shrinking back into himself. “i… i don’t know how to kiss, okay? i haven’t done anything like this, i–” it’s so embarrassing and he’s sure heo is going to torture him forever over it. he pushes the other away, sliding away from him and backing down the hall, knowing he can’t go back into the ballroom looking like that. “you just didn’t think i would do anything, and i proved you wrong. that’s– that’s all, okay?” 

Everything action is led by Heosoo’s want, gravitated towards achieving that goal of getting into the youngers pants and for a second, he was high on the thought that he’d be pressing the younger down into his bed and hearing him unravel at his touch. Which was why he was taken off guard by the confession, by the embarrassed state of the youngers confession. That wasn’t going to stop him though, it was the hands pushing him away again and Jinyoung slipping away from his grasp. His eyes following after the other, head tilting as he hears the other drawing a line for what had happened. A breath was huffed from the top of Heosoo’s lungs as he shakes his head, moving steps forward until he’s taken hold of Jinyoung’s hands, pulling him back in. “When you kiss someone, you touch them. Run your fingers through their hair, pull them closer,” he explains, letting one of his hands graze up the side of Jinyoung’s neck, around to his nape and up into the soft strands as he urges him closer to him. Because he wasn’t going to lose this game. He wasn’t going to let Jinyoung walk away so quickly. Not when he had him for a second. His second hand releasing his wrist, slipping up the youngers chest and over his shoulder; eyes remaining locked on him. “If you want to know how to kiss, I’ll teach you.”

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event ♚ @heosoo

[ryheosoo-blog]

ryxjinyoung:

he had never felt such a rush as this before, it was so new. he had never been kissed in such a way, never had a pair of needy hands on his hips, and certainly had never been backed into a wall like that. there was such desire for him and it had him feeling dizzy. heat crawled over his skin, his neck beginning to flush with his cheeks. he tried to kiss back, his one hand awkwardly lingering in the air, unsure of where to put it while the other seemed to stay glued to heo’s cheek cause that’s where hands went when you kissed someone, right? the dominance was all heo’s for the taking, jin didn’t even know what he was doing, let alone how to be dominant in this type of situation. he.. he liked it though. he didn’t know if it was heo or just the excitement of kissing itself but he liked it, he liked it a lot, so much so that he didn’t stop until he was nearly blue in the face, because of course the idiot didn’t know how to breathe while kisses someone. he put his hands on heo’s shoulders, pushing him back, keeping his grip on his shoulders as he dropped his head forward and slumped, trying to catch his breath and refill his lungs. 

The inexperience of the other was not anything Heosoo lingered on. No -- it was the taste of Jinyoung’s lips under his, how soft and plush they were, how his body was firm against him and trapped against the wall. Every breath was steady, but his heart was rough against the inside of his chest. It was thrilling to think someone might have seen Jinyoung drag him out of the room, how they might come and wonder after them, how they end up catching a glimpse of them together. Electric prickled up his nape and shivered through his skin when there were hands pushing him back from the kiss. His eyes opening, grazing over the sight of Jinyoung’s pink lips taking in gulps of air and looking as if he’d had the breath knocked out of him. Every action was smooth, confident and calm as his fingers latched around the youngers wrists and slowly guided his arms around his neck. On step closer, letting their breaths mingles and their chests brush together, and his lips skim across the curve of his jaw. A smile pressed into the skin below Jinyoung’s ear, nipping teasingly as he lets his gaze flicker over the younger. He looked irresistible, breathless and against the wall. “Am I really that good a kisser?” He taunts in a low whisper. “You’re all breathless and I barely did a thing.”

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ryxjinyoung:

he can tell from the way heo is teasing that he doesn’t actually expect jin to do anything, and for some odd reason that really bugs him. why shouldn’t he do something? barring that they’re in plain sight of course. he allows his hand to be tugged down, if possible blushing deeper when he says something about getting into his pants, and then all of a sudden with a determination he didn’t know he had, he’s grabbing heo’s wrist and tugging him into a vacated hallway attached to the ballroom, ducking into a corner before pulling him into a deep kiss, cupping his cheek as he attempts to kiss him, forgetting that he had no idea what he was doing when it came to this kind of stuff. 

The shade of red blossoms at Heosoo’s words, and the older can’t help the tug of a smirk on his lips. Nothing was more satisfying than knowing he had an effect, which was why as his wrist was grabbed and he was tugged into a nearby hall way, he expected a frustrated scolding. Those accusations of him lying or something else; the hushed irritation of how he shouldn’t do what he was doing . But he finds himself pulled into a corner. Warm hands on his cheek, warm lips upon his own, and the hazardous attack of a kiss. Momentarily frozen in shock, he never expected Jinyoung to do anything but grow shy and blush. Heosoo struggled to contain the grin, the swell of pride and the rush of heat through his skin, but each claimed their place like his fingers did at Jinyoung’s hips, eagerly taking control as he tugged their bodies closer together and backed the taller boy into the wall. His lips fighting to assert dominance, parting to deepen the kiss more.

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event ♚ @heosoo

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ryxjinyoung:

he can’t believe what he’s hearing. was heosoo being serious right now? the moment he offers to shout his advances jin immediately covers heo’s mouth with his hand, eyes ablaze with a frantic worry. “sh! no! bad heosoo!” he whispers urgently, eyes glancing around again. his cheeks darken even more as he registers the compliments paid to him. hot. since when was jinyoung hot? he knew he was described as handsome in his rumors but he just figured people were being nice to him. he turns slightly thoughtful eyes on the other, blinking a bit, his expression bashful. “do you really mean that?”

The hand that clasps over his mouth catches Heosoo off-guard, his eyes widened and then fluttering as they hear the others scolding whispers. He would pull the hand away, if he wasn’t so amused and delighted over the sight of the others reddened cheeks and the frantic darting of his eyes. It was cute to see Jinyoung so utterly panicked. It’s slow, curling his fingers on the youngers wrist and tugging the hand from his face. “Yeah. I’m an asshole and everything, but I don’t lie. What’s the point of that?” He retorts, scoffing softly as he shakes his head; his lips curling into a smile at how adorable the others reaction was. “Why would I be trying to get in the pants of someone who isn’t hot? Really?” A stifled chuckle trembled in his shoulders as he studied the other. 

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event ♚ @heosoo

[ryheosoo-blog]

ryxjinyoung:

his eyes widen immediately upon his personal bubble being popped. his cheeks flush, not having expected this kind of advance from the other. he knew heo was sexual by nature and had no qualms about going after what he wanted, but jin? why would he want jin? he swallows thickly, taking a step back, his rounded eyes on the other’s lips as if he might get bitten rather than kissed, before they dart around the room, his voice lowering to a rushed whisper. “what– what are you doing? we’re in a public place, everyone important is here, what if someone sees what you’re doing? and– why are you– what the hell? it’s me you’re– why??”

This was the reaction he expected from Jinyoung, why he believed the younger was a virgin or at least, had very little experience in anything. It was fun for Heosoo to watch him grow flustered, to hear his voice hush and strain and stammer. A low chuckle on his lips as he shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head to let his gaze run down Jinyoung’s form. “So? That’s why I whispered it. Should I shout it next time?” He taunts, a glint in his eyes as he shrugs his shoulders in an unbothered fashion. His brown orbs flickered around the room and back to Jinyoung. “Who cares if anyone sees, that’s what makes this fun,” he adds, one finger lifting and tapping at the front of the younger boys chest. “And why not you? You’re hot. A little naive, but hot.”

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ryxjinyoung:

he looks to the hand on his shirt, rolling his eyes with a soft chuckle. heo was always so hands-on. “what’s there to handle?” he laughs softly, shaking his head at the following words that come from heo’s mouth. “weak at knees? maybe from stepping on their toes the whole time. i’ve seen you try to dance many times. i’ve been week at the knees after seeing that but only from laughing so hard.”

It always took him off guard when Jinyoung managed a quip back, Heosoo attributed shyness and softness ( and weakness ) to the younger male. His lips pursing together as he places the glass aside on a nearby table, looking over the ballroom dancing around them. “I’m not talking about that kind of dancing,” he retaliates, fingers curling into the fabric as he inches closer. Wanting in Jinyoung’s pants had been a side-quest in Heosoo’s adventure, a lingering background goal of his to achieve one day. His lips nearing the fellow lord-in-waitings. “I’m talking about the fun kind of dancing.”

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“hey stranger.” he nudges the other with his arm after coming up behind him, a soft grin on his lips. god, this was so boring. at least he had heosoo though. it couldn’t be so bad with the elder around. he glanced to his side to meet the other’s gaze, a twinkle in his eye. he was feeling playful. “wanna dance?”

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The glass of champange was at Heosoo’s fingertips, gaze running over the ball with disinterest when he was nudged and found himself turning to see Jinyoung. His lip raised with a half-smirk in response to the offer, one hand stretching out to tug at the front of the younger boys shirt playfully as his head tipped back and he downed the glass smoothly. “Are you sure you can handle it?” He asks, not moving a step yet; he had to tease the younger. “My dancing has known to make people weak at the knees.”