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[jonginssoo]

jongin recording for sᴜᴘᴇʀᴍ

[sabrebae]

[dazzlingkai]

[sabrebae]

bluebloodriya‌:

“And your life continues to be a disappointment,” Riya stated with a matter fact of tone, poking his nimble like finger with her own. The heiress was obviously more friendly due to her levels of intoxication, for she too, had been drinking for the past hour. “That is a cheesy pick up line, fortunately for you, I’ll answer. No; I don’t come here often.”

“At least I’m consistent,” he sang, focusing on the woman’s gaze through bleary eyes and snorting, amused when her finger prodded his own. “I didn’t think you did, though,” he said, tapping at the bar with an index finger. “This is sort of my regular and I don’t think I’ve seen you before. So you’re new. And I’m Sabre,” he introduced himself out of the blue, hand thrust into the others space.

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thctsace‌:

          the  scenario,  obviously,  sounded  unlikely,  but  that  was  one  of  the  reasons  ace  liked  hanging  out  with  sabre.  they  didn’t  limit  themselves  to  serious  conversations  or  empty  small  talks  about  the  weather  &  god  knows  how  much  ace  loved  discussing  weird,  paranormal  or  mystical  stuff.  the  picture  that  his  friend  had  painted  for  him  had  him  pausing  to  deliberate  the  possible  outcomes  and  exits  of  this  hypothetical  situation,  but  nothing  that  he  could  come  up  with  sounded  good  enough.  “  can’t  i  just  poke  my  eardrums  out  and  put  a  paper  bag  on  him?  ”  he  suggested,  taking  a  swig  of  his  own  drink  to  get  the  complimentary  fries  down.  for  once,  the  man  was  in  DEEP  thought  about  something  (  if  furrowed  eyebrows  and  spacey  gaze  were  any  indication  ).  but  then,  a  familiar  smirk  sprawled  across  his  face.  “  you  said  he  isn’t  as  handsome,  but  he’s  still  cute,  right?  maybe  i’ll  get  him  laid  and  he’ll  get  off  my  back.  ”  well,  not  literally.

“But him getting laid is you getting laid, I didn’t say your dick was connected to his pleasure. So he’d just cause your erection to flag, nagging at you as you tried to get it on. It just wouldn’t be worth it. And poking your eardrums out, again, means you suffer.” Sabre’s shoulders rose with a small shrug, trembling a little after following mirth-filled laughter. “Knowing you, it’d end in murder-suicide,” he murmured, lips curving with a fond smile as Sabre sipped from his glass. The theoretical scenario sounded like anyone’s idea of a nightmare—even worse than being a twin—but opened up an interesting discussion, regarding one's privacy and how valued it truly was. Not to mention how everyone had an uncanny ability at some point in their lives, to utterly irritate the shit out of themselves. Even egotistical bastards, like his beloved friend. The thought coaxed another chuckle forth and Sabre hastily cleared his throat, a hand thrust in the air to flag down some bar staff.

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sunnisms‌:

“Are you trying to kill me?” She teases the other with a quick laugh and a shake of her head. “That takes so much upper body strength, and it’s totally gonna wear me out before I can even get fully into my routine. I’d have to put some kind of big floor work dance break in the middle or something…” Sunni looked back at the pole before letting out a small sigh. For some reason, she was having a much harder time coming up with a new dance routine for her upcoming performance. Most of the time she simply danced around and jumbled up some things here and there, and it always worked. For some reason, her heart just wasn’t in it right now. Maybe it was because she was starting to become serious about finding a proper job as a photographer and had way too many other ideas floating around her mind. His next comment made her laugh though before letting out a little gasp like she was truly offended that he wouldn’t try to catch her. “Oh babe, you know there’s nothing more important than me. Don’t be silly.” Grabbing onto the pole, Sunni began to lightly swing herself around, almost hoisting herself up before letting out a small sigh and giving up. “I’m not feeling it, tonight,” she admits with a small shrug before she heads over to plop down next to the other and holds out her hands for the special treat he’s got in store for her. “Getting wasted lowkey sounds like a fun plan to me. I’m way too into my own thoughts that it’s making me sick.” 

“Murder wasn’t on my mind today, but I could be persuaded,” he teased right back, an eyebrow quirking to match the smirk threatening on his lips. “Hit the gym with me then, we’ll work on your upper body strength and you can outdance all your colleagues. You know if you can’t hold your full weight on the pole, they’ll just get someone else who can, and that’s money lost, baby girl.” Slapping an empty palm onto the floor at his side, Sabre jerked his chin toward the vacant space, gaze trailing the woman’s movements while she spun gracefully around the pole. It was easy to see Sunni was just too lost in her mind tonight for her plight to be successful. Whenever that happened, alcohol was needed. It broke down some barriers and released the tension. And Sabre didn’t mind playing therapist, he’d listen to whatever Sunni had to say. His advice might be for shit, but he cared, and surely that was all that mattered. “Come here, and stop killing yourself. You’re far too important for that shit,” he was grinning mischievously, crunching into a chip and watching his friend. She’d been through a lot lately, and dancing only offered an escape for so long. One couldn’t run from themselves forever. “You think I thought this was you trying? Babe, you didn’t even make my dick twitch and that’s just inexcusable.” Sabre’s banter, as vulgar as ever, would surely make her smile. He was missing those pretty smiles. “You gotta share,” he quickly inserted, rifling suddenly through his backpack then producing a bottle of absinthe. “Tadah!”

[notdionysus-deactivated20190905]

@sabrebae!

    after he had practiced going through the routine a few times, he had simply just let himself go down to the floor. where he would lay for a few moments, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he let himself catch his breath. he was hoping that it was good, like he didn’t look like a complete fool doing the dance, but he always knew sabre would always tell him the truth on it; that was one of the things that he liked about his friend, giving him the advice that he truly needed for something like this. he leaned up, head resting on his hand. “how was that? was it good, bad, just okay? blast me,” he said, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.  

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The routine wasn’t their most complex, and Dion had it down the first time he tried it, so after seeing that, Sabre drifted off into one of his daydreams. Black beanie tugged down over closed eyes, blocking out the light and allowing him to grow lost in thought. He lay sprawled on the floor like a starfish, humming to some music drifting in from the speakers and contemplating dinner when his companions' question caught his attention. Lifting his head, he nudged the beanie over his eyes and thrust two thumbs up in Dion’s direction, really hoping he hadn’t been caught slipping. “It was great, dude. You know you’ve got this shit down, though. Now, are you gonna feed me, or am I gonna have to look for a generous stranger?”

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ofvisaac‌:

         it  was  one  of  those  rare  nights  where  isaac  was  staying  in  for  the  night  on  his  own ,  lounging  across  his  his  couch  and  flipping  through  the  channels  on  his  tv  and  occasionally  stopping  to  browse  through  his  phone .  he  heard  a  loud  thud  outside  that  caused  him  to  look  up .  it  was  the  light  knock  that  came  after  that  caught  him  by  surprise ,  not  expecting  anyone  to  be  visiting  him  that  late  in  the  night .  getting  up  from  his  spot  on  the  couch ,  he  made  his  way  to  the  door  and  opened  it  apprehensively .  at  first ,  it  was  too  dark  to  tell  who  it  was ,  but  then  the  light  caught  on  the  face  of  his  visitor .  “ sabre ? ”  the  name  came  out  in  a  slight  whisper .  his  eyes  widened  in  concern  as  soon  as  he  noticed  the  other’s  unruly  appearance  and  the  injuries .  “ what  happened  to  you ? ”  he  questioned ,  much  more  urgently  as  his  hand  reached  out  instinctively  to  grasp  onto  the  cheek  that  wasn’t  bruised .  when  he  realized  what  he  was  doing ,  isaac  pulled  away  and  brought  his  arm  back  to  his  side .  “ i  don’t  know  why  you’re  here  of  all  places ,  but  i  think  you  should  go  get  cleaned  up  instead , ”  he  muttered ,  his  gaze  settling  on  a  bush  across  the  street  as  he  found  it  hard  to  look  sabre  in  the  eye .  

Completely lost in reverie, Sabre hadn't noticed the physical barrier vanishing between them until he was almost staggering into the other man. That outstretched hand didn't go unnoticed, though, and he instinctively leaned into the unexpected touch. When it didn't land, liquid brown eyes found the others. The persistent compulsion to get high and forget the world seemed to wane when their gazes finally connected. Indifference quickly morphed into annoyance, a scowl settling on plush lips while the dancer shrugged in response to the inquiry about his injuries. Isaac's disinterest was tangible but expected. It had been two long years since they'd met in person—the pair seemed braver over drunken texts. "Got into a fight at work. Some dick was trying to steal my tips, kicked his ass,” he gruffed, swiping the back of a hand along a cheek littered with bruises. Explaining his injuries at work wasn't going to be easy, but at least shady clients wouldn't mind the marring. “Stop being a dick, Isaac, it doesn’t suit you,” he muttered, dark piercing eyes pinning the other man. "Can I come in? And can you give me two fucking seconds of your time, or is it too much to ask?” Okay, so he could be nicer about things, but Sabre was done playing games. It was time they sat down like functioning adults and talked things out. Although, looking at his ex now—stood on the stoop, attractively dishevelled—talking was the last thing on Sabre's mind.

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bluebloodriya‌:

“And that’s why you’re such a mess.” Riya proclaimed, speaking as if she knew his whole life story within minutes. Perhaps, it’s just her fate to befriend such tragic individuals, especially those of the male variety. She then laughs, the sound melodic as her head tilts back, exposing her swan like neck, covered with expense jewels. “Me too, Erebus.”

Sabre gave a faint snort, wagging a finger in the woman's direction and shaking his head slowly. “Untrue. I’m typically a mess. Or a dick. Or both.” His shoulders raised with a nonchalant shrug and he lifted the glass to his lips and took another sip of whiskey. He’d been drinking for the past hour or two. “This is like a cheesy pick-up line, but… do you come here often?”

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ace.

“You wake up and you’ve grown another head, but this one isn’t as handsome and you, and it seems to have a mind of its own. Starts nagging you about the stupidest shit and it’s constant. Now, cutting it off will only lead to your death as well, and you also share a voice box—don’t ask me how I don’t know the details—what do you do?” Sabre narrowed obsidian eyes on his oldest and dearest friend, a smirk safely concealed behind the rim of his glass. The question itself was stupid, but so were most of their conversations. At this point, they'd covered almost every possible life-altering scenario in the book, from zombie attacks to the apocalypse, so half the fun lay in finding fresh ones. "And no one else can help you. Only you can do something about it," he supplied, before downing the entire contents of his glass in one hearty gulp. Absinthe always went down a treat with Sabre, he was practically addicted to the stuff. A tidbit he stealthily hid from Ace, lest the man pry it from his fingers. He sat facing his friend, legs resting over the others thighs, reclining into the booth seat of the bar they found on their little pub crawl. The night was still young, and they were far too sober to head home, so Sabre got himself comfortable, sprawled over the other man. Ace wouldn't mind. He never did.

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sunni. 

“Walking on air always looks great on a pole, you should try some of that,” Sabre suggested from his spot on the floor, munching away on spicy chips and watching Sunni work. They usually met up at some point during the week to work on routines, but he'd also taken to escorting the woman home after work. Their shift patterns aligned, much of the time. Over the years, she became the sister Sabre never had, and more often than not, he found himself seeking her out. They shared more than just a profession in common—their senses of humour were pretty similar as well. "If you fall, though, I won't be able to catch you. I'm dealing with important shit here," he supplied, a smirk pulling at his lips while he wriggled a chip held in hand. He probably should be spotting Sunni, just in case she slipped and missed the pole, but he trusted her footing. She was a professional, and this wasn't her first rodeo. "But when you're done, I've got a special treat for you. It's green and alcoholic, and we're gonna get so wasted."

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isaac.

A far cry from sobriety, Sabre staggered on the spot, hand poised, preparing to rap bruised knuckles on Isaac’s front door. But a misstep sent him stumbling into the wall at the last second, and instead of knocking, he caught himself against the door. A resounding thud echoed throughout the street, followed by a sharp cry of surprise that caused a few neighbourhood dogs to start yelping. Discretion was not his forte. "For the love of fuck," he ground out, jaw clenched and muscles jumping, betraying his annoyance while Sabre shoved himself away from the door and wiped both hands off on his jacket. Not that it mattered, he wasn't exactly what one could consider clean anyway. His pants were saturated with mud, face not quite as pretty as usual. A byproduct of a tousle at work. He'd found a colleague stealing his tips and punches were thrown. And although he'd emerged victorious, Sabre hadn't escaped completely unscathed. His split lip and bruised cheek, a testament to that. And now he found himself at Isaac's door, once again, trying to reconnect. But he'd managed to mess even that up. Still, he knocked lightly, hoping the man was home and willing to answer. 

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bluebloodriya‌:

“More like someone’s nightmare,” Riya remarks tactlessly. She’s a few drinks in and her filter is non existent at the moment. Not that she cares. She then turns to the bartender, ordering another fruity cocktail with twice as much proof as what her companions is consuming. “But at least you’re cute.”

Thrusting his glass into the air, rivulets of whiskey trickling down his wrist and along his arm, Sabre’s attention returned to the woman. “I’m everyone’s idea of a nightmare!” he exclaimed, his hold strong for mere seconds before gravity sent the glass back to the bar top with a heavy thump. His body was quick to follow, elbow colliding with the hard surface and catching his weight. “Oops, lil drunk.”

[dazzlingkai]

Kai performing Artificial Love 

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bluebloodriya‌:

“Well, aren’t you living on the edge.” Riya teases, laughing underneath her breath. His carefree attitude combined with the haphazardly nature of whatever he’s living through, reminds Riya of a few friends of her own. Broken but still good. “You’re like a lawyer’s dream.” She mutters, still sucking on her straw.

That was certainly one way to describe the daily lack of concern for his safety, anyway. It had been a long time since Sabre cared enough to make the right choices in life, but he was getting there. The past few months were better than most. With a self-deprecating smile lifting his lips, Sabre picked up his glass and swallowed a few mouthfuls of whiskey. The resulting burn, always a pleasant one. “Mm, at least I’m someone’s idea of a dream, right? Goals and all that.”

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bluebloodriya‌:

She responds with a simple hum, busy with emptying her glass, intent on ordering another sangria as soon as she was done. She can afford it, besides Riya has a bodyguard as well as a driver. She’s good. “That’s still rather dangerous, you should look into more protective measures. This is how most serial killer stories start—“ Riya bluntly states, sucking on her straw in an unladylike and juvenile manner.

“I always thought I’d end up on the nine o’clock news,” he muttered, a lopsided grin making its way onto his lips. Sabre had a mountain of issues, and the annoyingly intrusive clientele at work wasn't high on that list. Some did have the odd serial killer vibe, though, his companion was right. “I don’t have the time or money for any of that, though. Well,” he paused, a snort escaping him. “I would have if my stupid aunt and uncle gave me the damn money they owe me.”

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bluebloodriya‌:

“He sounds like a walking restraining order, have you considered one?” The heiress asks, staring the bronzed male in the eyes. She’s heard this story plenty from women who have had enough harassment to last then a lifetime but hearing it from another man, reminds her that it’s an equal opportunity crime. “You have rights, you know?” Riya pointed out, inwardly disliking how much of a lawyer she sounded.

“I’d need a few then, if that was the case,” Sabre mused, slumping against the bar with an elbow narrowly avoiding the glass he’d placed there moments before. He was far too intoxicated to continue drinking, but that wasn’t about to stop him. Any high was welcome right about now. “Dudes follow me home from work all the time, but usually, they take a hint after a bit. They probably assume I’m down since I was grinding on them at 9 pm. It’s my job, bro, take a hint.”