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⧫ / reigneds:
❝ i slipped and fell off a beam in the gym, but i’m glad you take interest in my head injury. i actually - don’t think i’ve ever headbanged in my life. ❞
« YOU KNOW, WITH THE size of that bruise, i would’ve totally believed you when you said you’re a headbanger-virgin. the most suitable room for that is always the bedroom. any kind of banging, really. »
⧫ / pndrsbox:
there’s many answers to a loaded question, there’s daydreams, hopes that one day she’ll get over it. pack bags, leave notes and take the next plane. but the reality of it all is the people left disappointed by such time bomb actions. ❝ it’s all i’ve ever known. everything is given to me, it’s easy. ❞ there’s an easy chuckle at her own words, ❝ wow . . . now that really makes me sound like a brat. i guess . . . i’m scared of having to do things on my own. my love is in chicago, my house is here, my fortune, my future — it was all built for me, so why do something new ? ❞
HE FINDS IT EASY to listen to her speak because part of him genuinely cares — and that is something rare to find with a boy like him. zane has always learned to distance himself from everyone, and yet he has taken a liking to akira. her words resonate with him, even if they’re not entirely relatable. « hmm, weird, » he muses aloud, reaches over to roll another blunt before he looks up at her, « you never struck me as the safe type. » again he does not judge, only wonders.
⧫ / rcmeuz:
✕ ╱ 𝘽𝙊𝙏𝙃 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈 had similar upbringings, they had similar treatments, they had similar scars. if the world was gentler on both of them, they would see each other differently, they would partake in the same pain and, perhaps, conquer that underworld together. but because they were cut from the same cloth, that perspective didn’t survive enough to become anything more than a brief utopia.
zane knows how to push rome’s buttons hard enough to get a reaction out of him. he knows that at the mention of his name white knuckles would be shown, his neck would tense, his mouth would dry. there were too many memories latched to the name his father gave, the ones that haunted him on good and bad days.
❝ i’d be a better anything than you, that’s a given. ❞ he sneers, trying to keep it controlled, not giving in into zane’s viciousness. ❝ my people paved the way for your type. ❞
BROKEN BOYS HERE TO stick out like sore thumbs in their respective groups of friends. zane should know better than to play with fire, but so should romeo, and none of them had been taught anything but that when they were younger. everything is a battleground for warriors.
« tell me, ziyi, » he begins, slipping his gloves back on, always careful never to leave a mark — perhaps to a fault, « what type is that ? » he knows he is hitting yet another sore point by speaking of things rome knows nothing of. they both have friends in low places, but zane had always been more shadow than man there: few knew what it was he did, and that made him all the more dangerous.
⧫ / halcycns:
yul had never meant to let whatever they had between them to get this far, nonetheless continuously witness himself genuinely become more inclined to showcase softer emotions towards the other. there was something about him, something inside of him that made him want to reach out to caress his cheek whenever he saw him outside of the bedroom. it was an EMOTION that the male desperately craved to rid himself of. it was dangerous, enough to make him lightly smile when he saw the shirt fall out of zane’s grip.
heart only HAMMERED a bit faster in his chest as irises observed him lay down once again, yet this time the proximity between them close to nothing. ‘ the devil has nothin’ on me anyway, i’d fuckin’ school that bitch any day, ’ yul teased, hand reachin’ out to gently rest on the curve of his nude torso, ‘ eventually, but for now …. – lay with me. you look handsome in the morning. ’ voice groggy with slumber, his words came out slower than usual.
SOMETIMES HE LETS HIS mother’s words echo within the hollow cavity where his heart should’ve been: people like us can’t afford love. but zane feels he is not an ahn anymore, not the way he used to be. alienating himself from his family name, from his gang, he is here to become something that does not tie him down, but liberates him. he wonders if this is where it starts.
« if he hears you you might have to, » zane chuckles lightly, leaning in closer until their noses almost meet. « only in the mornings ? » he hates how much he enjoys this. « come here, » he coos softly, hand coming up to rest behind yul’s neck as he pulls him closer, lips locking gently.
I scratch and bite.” She warned. “You’ll crawl and beg too.” He promised.
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⧫ / recidvist:
dean looked affectionately at his friend despite everything that had just happened. it was truly a miracle that the two decided to be EXTREMELY destructive at different times –– otherwise there would be major trouble. “come on, you’re going to make me bail you out all the time ?” dean poked fun. it’s not that he minded –– in fact he always enjoyed spending time with his best friend. “we should probably get out of here though. ACTUALLY, more like i should get you out of here. i think you hit him everywhere it hurts and i don’t think we need ANOTHER lawsuit.”
DEAN HAS BECOME A rather important part of zane’s life, mostly for the better, definitely for the long run. it is unusual for zane to so wholeheartedly let someone in, but he finds he doesn’t regret it when it comes to the other male. they’ve found a way to exist and even complete one another and separating him from dean now will be like cutting off part of him. « i think i left him in such a shape he won’t be filing anything anytime soon, » zane argues, but huffs and lets his best friend have this round. « fine. you know anything else fun to do ? »
⧫ / brightsvdes:
he’s starting to get panic sweats and he thinks if he barks out the nervous laugh bubbling up in his chest that it’ll turn into a sob. it’s an absolutely ridiculous sight and an irrational response to someone who is in the same friendgroup as he is. this is what he tells himself — that zane is a friend not a foe — and that if he did make teddy disappear, the others would become suspicious ( maybe not of zane per se, but still suspicious enough ).
teddy yells again, the end of the noise coming off in a nervous chuckle as he scoots back a little on the pavement. ‘ zane, ’ he pleads, ‘ buddy, pal — i can keep a secret. ’ no he couldn’t but zane didn’t need to know that. ‘ you don’t need to do this, i have the memory of a gold fish. come tomorrow morning i won’t even know what we were talking about. ’
HE’S NOT SURE WHERE this fear teddy exudes comes from. zane has never hurt him, not to his knowledge anyway, and very little makes it likely he ever will. zane has, in recent years, enjoyed immense respect from most people around him, but this wasn’t respect as much as pure horror. whilst entertaining it wasn’t great for his reputation.
« theodore. » his voice is low, tired, his tone final. « get up off the fucking ground. » the view of zane towering over a boy helplessly squirming on cold concrete can’t be especially pretty.
⧫ / niiaque:
⌜ * . ❛ @sacvio / STARTER !
the presentation of a challenge was always a surefire way to peak joo’s interest. a natural janus : junhee had spied into the heart of him once and only grew more intrigued since. a quiet pretender / unless she prods, and joo is more than happy to do just that. so happy, in fact, that she’s already starting off her saturday heaving him along to the nearest shopping district, without any real intent of buying much. instead, her singular purchase gets held up in a final, actual explanation of what exactly they’re doing here, dangling the tokens ardently :
❛ guess who's about to drag your ass across a whole fucking arcade ? this bitch , that’s who. ❜
THERE IS NEVER ANYTHING he knows for certain when it comes to her, other than the fact that if she is in his vicinity he is probably in her crossfire. they plays a game that only them know how to play this well, simply because they both have that flame licking the walls of their souls — whatever is left of zane’s anyway. he enjoys this: the promise of challenges, the child in him still so easily entertained by it. the sight of the arcade should not excite him, and yet he feels a beam threatening to spill. « you sure you wanna get your ass beat in public ? »
⧫ / reigneds:
❝ i was headbanging in the bathroom and hit my head on the sink. kinda hot, right ? ❞ purple bruise is plastered against the girl’s forehead, crooked grin on her lips.
LAZY OBSERVATION TAKES IN the girl’s bruise. « perhaps i should ask why you thought headbanging in the bathroom was a good idea, but something tells me i would rather not know. »
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⧫ / pndrsbox:
the silence isn’t unbearable, finds the presence of the other comforting enough. their quiet a solace to one another. there’s so much akira goes back and forth on, her high not making her feel so high. puts it down, draws the bad out of the good and thoughts are found to lead to aimless blaming, whether it be to herself or others.
brown curls are loose over the line of jaw, temple rested against car window. there’s an empty shrug that follows zane’s question. ❝ every single day, ❞ and it’s not a cry for help. simply a reply, wonders what life was really like when you weren’t subjected to the same blank faces. faces that have hurt you, that have babied you, that have RUINED YOU. would flee to rome, sweden and all other areas of the world that drew her in. there’s so much to explore, vast areas that will never be touched by her. ❝ every day. ❞
HE KNOWS WHERE’S SHE’S coming from when she says that. this city suffocates him and he doesn’t fight it even when fighting is all he’s ever known. there’s a silent wish in him too, a desire to be more than chicago allows him to be, but undoubtedly his path would look very different from hers. most important of all is the notion that through such alternative paths the two would’ve never met, and so he, ultimately, he ceases to wish for anything at all. life isn’t made for dreamers, and he is certainly made to survive. « what’s stopping you ? » he asks, not accusatory, but interested.
THIS IS ABSURD TO him, but he has always learned that business comes before everything and so he stares at the drink in his hand as if it will make this more pleasant.
he hasn’t seen levi in a long time, has avoided the boy the best he could and levi has done the same. he doesn’t fear levi, he doesn’t fear what he knows or how he’ll use it, for zane knows the man is scared of him — and he is right to be. one word slips and he will make sure levi utters no word ever again, but somehow he knows it will never come to that. they’re both walking a tightrope and they both want to continue walking.
« i won’t tell if you don’t, » he says when levi sits down next to him, but none of them look at each other. stare is fixated forward on nothing in particular for that is exactly the emptiness zane feels — unwilling to grasp the harsh reality he lives in. this would devastate them both if it got out.
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⧫ / brightsvdes:
someone tell his mother he loves her, because teddy is going to die tonight. he really just yelled at zane — zane, who looks like he came straight out of a manga about a contract killer, who probably knows 50 ways to skin someone alive ( or at least teddy imagines he does ), who gives off the vibe of an actual bond villain — without really meaning to. maybe if he apologizes and begs for his life, he’ll make it quick.
as the other takes a step closer, teddy staggers back, tripping over his own feet and landing onto the cold hard pavement ass first. he sees zane speak again and he tilts his good ear towards his voice in time to catch the tail end of the sentence: you’re next. ‘ WAIT ! ’ he screams, eyes bugging out and hand up, willing zane to stop. ‘ i didn’t mean it — i mean, what guy ? i didn’t see a guy. did you see a guy ? because i totally didn’t see you punch someone in the face. ’
THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS, but zane finds himself enjoying it nonetheless. anyone else would’ve called his bluff by now, mostly because no one knew what the man was capable of, and whilst teddy’s genuine fear should’ve almost been alarming to zane he finds himself amused more than anything else. he does not fear what teddy can do if he knew.
the sight of the other falling has zane biting his lip in an attempt not to chuckle, and he forces the ice cold visage that he’s so known for as he steps closer to the boy now on the ground. he halts only when teddy’s hand shoots up. « how can i be sure, theodore ? » he clicks his tongue, tilts his head to the side. « how can i be sure you won’t run your mouth ? » not that he really cares. people like teddy barely even made a dent in zane’s name.
⧫ / halcycns:
how they tumbled into a situation as such was unbeknownst to him, had it originally begun as just an arrangement to get each other off, it slowly turned into more with each occasion. the craving for more: more of his attention, more of his time, more of his EVERYTHING had spiraled. yet, being who yul was — - he’d never let himself admit that aloud nonetheless encourage himself to delve into it. irises glanced over zane’s torso, wanting nothing more to reach out & run his fingertips down his spine.
‘ could be lingering in the arms of the DEVIL instead, surely mine is more warm, ’ the male is swift to retort before he collected himself, leaned up on his elbows. gaze flitted towards the one that he could feel burning through him, tongue flicked over his lesser lip & he nods once. ‘ don’t have to ask twice, if coffee is what you want then coffee is what you’ll get as soon as i find the will to leave the warmth of this bed. ’ a sliver of a smirk finds its’ way to the corner of his mouth.
HE SITS THERE WITH his shirt in his hands, just seconds away from following through with his plan of leaving without glancing back. still, something ( someone ) keeps him in the warm comfort of the bed and zane is not brave enough to fight it now. he has always been his own worst enemy so he lets the piece of clothing fall back to the floor.
« i’m not sure even you could be competing with the devil, » zane argues, leaning back again until he’s lying, facing yul and watching that visage that can put stars to shame — it’s these thoughts that makes this dangerous. « i guess i’ll never get my coffee then, » he chuckles, leaning in closer to close the space between them. « i can’t blame you. i could lie here forever. »
⧫ / lcvefools:
“my daily intake’s like…six cups, most of the time? with shots of expresso too. ah – i couldn’t. that’s not really my thing.”
« sounds brutal. i mean i don’t think it’s anyone’s thing really, but neither is sleeping at work. »
⧫ / baazr:
☆ ╱ 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 𝙄𝙉 his hair in a manner few would tell she was able of – with care and tenderness, comfort spread all over her features and all over her frame. strangely to most, that was what zane meant; comfort, the known. that feeling that keeps her grounded and soothes her burned patches. his apartment is familiar to her, the couch she’s sitting on and the weigh of his head against her thigh; the feeling of his hand against her skin, the warmth of his body close to hers.
comfort.
her eyes have been glued to the television screen, attentively following the character’s movements, absorbing the story as if she hadn’t watched two times before that one. at his words, she snorted – pulling his hair softly as she looked down at him, eyebrows raised ❝ you’re not even paying attention. ❞ shaking her head, she took the blunt from his fingers, taking a long drag and speaking only a few moments later. ❝ i’ll let you change only if you have a better suggestion than this. ❞
THIS IS A SOFTNESS he thinks he will never get acquainted with, but at least with miso he thinks he can almost be deserving. they’re phoenixes birthed from the same ashes and somehow there’s a place for both of them here. he looks her in the eyes and sees recognition and acknowledgement without the judgement and he can tell they are the same — the hurt, all the unspeakable things no one will ever know. zane will never truly know miso, and he is okay with that.
he pulls himself up until he’s leaning on his elbows, hues finding hers effortlessly. « i certainly have better suggestions to things we can do than this, » that low voice suggests without voicing anything in particular, and he leans in closer until there’s nearly no space between them. he’s so close he can brush his lips against hers if he wishes, and instead he leans back again. « i swear i saw a bottle of tequila here somewhere. »
