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so, i’m probably going to be dropping the majority of my threads and starting new from this recent activity check, and I’m also super down to start new plots with everyone since a lot of my plots really don’t make sense any more !! so, yeah, let me know / like this if you want to plot something new / change plots or if we haven’t plotted yet !!
amcrtvntic:
why he’s the cause of this side of daehyun emery couldn’t say, there are many in this world who can invoke lust in the other male and frustration likewise, but apparently none quite like him. it was a compliment in itself, but this game was a wicked one. they were always just this close but not close enough, doing some sort of sinful dance with each other. deep down, there was probably something more going on than just fatal lust. emery had thought for a long time now that daehyun is the only person in this place he truly wants, the only one he even deigns to think could handle him and the kind of person he is let alone be willing to truly try. he chose long ago to make him the target of his affections and seductions, and alongside that to not lose the battle of who would become weakest for the other first. even if daehyun turned him away, emery wouldn’t give up on the other. yet it seems too risky to admit just how much he truly wants, or even needs, daehyun. so instead they taunt each other, dip toes over the line they should cross but are too prideful and cowardly to do so with. ‘ mm, maybe one day ’ he replies, coy smirk tugging at lips as his eyes flicker to the male now walking a sorry path of shame away. ‘ that truth serum really is rather effective isn’t it?’ emery responds, for lack of a better one because truly he’s shocked, he would’ve expected ‘just you’ to be the lie despite all his cockiness, but its the truth and emery almost regrets asking because its not like this is the right situation to further debate on the topic. the fact it seems certain that the longing for each other more than anyone else is mutual.
( CONT. )
It’s almost wry, the way the corner of his mouth tugs up at the other’s question, laughter that tickles his tongue is swallowed down because he doesn’t want to lead the other into other question, he doesn’t want to be unwrapped and exposed against his will, a potion forcing truths out that he’s more keen on hiding, masking behind pretexts and nonchalance. Daehyun isn’t sure bold is the right word to use here, he doesn’t feel bold -- that wasn’t what brought him to the other. His eyes look for him while sober and he is frustrated when he can’t find him ( he’s frustrating, out of sight but not out of mind ); he looks for him when drunk because inhibitions are lost and rules he’s laid out for himself are forgotten. It’s his desire that draws him in. his need; but he’s happy to throw a blanket of bold over it all. it’s easier that way. “ Do you want me to ignore you then ? “ He asks his own question, eyes curious as he looks at the other. “ Do you want me to stop, “ he rolls his hips into the others, “ maybe let you get back to your earlier conversation ? “ Lines existed for a reason; to keep, to break and to dangerously teeter on. Everyone has lines, for their own reasons, and they do one of three things; they are no different, always half in and half out. It’s a perilous dance, a vicious game and in the end, someone wins and someone loses. The reward and the cost -- he was chary of both. Lips curl into a smirk against the others neck, it’s a mixture of Emery’s words and the way he feels the other tilt his head back that does it; light kisses turn heavy, teeth and tongue nipping and sucking a trail, jacket tugged as far off his shoulder as he can get it, mesh shirting held out of his way. “ I’m always frustrated, “ he says it easily, pulling back to look at Emery, the main cause of his frustrations, “ make me work as hard as you want, frustrate me to no end, make it a challenge; I’ll still have you screaming for me, I promise you that. “ Breathing is rougher, the attention on his own neck quickens it and his pulse; teeth dig into his bottom lip, his attempt at containing his reaction to the sensation. His neck is sensitive and he can’t help or change that fact, a sigh that is a mixture of disappointment and relief exhaled through his nostrils once Emery stop his ministrations. Whatever he feels doesn’t last long, breath hitching as he tenses against the other -- he doesn’t expect it and his reaction is too quick to hold back or mask; the feeling of Emery’s mouth around his thumb is hot, the look in his eyes is an entirely different beast and he’s lost in fantasies of plump lips wrapped around something else, he wants him lower, that tongue teasing him in different ways. God, he walked into a fucking trap, he could laugh. One of them is made of glass but, no, it isn’t Emery; he isn’t fragile or cracked and nor does he have up a deceiving wall of porcelain passed off as something sturdy and treacherous. That’s Daehyun. He’s nervous, hesitant, scared of going further because although he knows he wants Emery, he’s not entirely sure the scope that one word covers. “ Maybe you should’ve dressed as the devil instead, you’re devious. “ He says it mildly, but the truth is heavy in his voice. He trails his thumb across Emery’s bottom lip, down until he has his chin, urges him forward and lightly presses his lips against the others; then harder several times, but he catches himself, stops and licks his lips. “ I’m not sure what I’m going to do, maybe I’ll try to get your hopes up and the leave, “ he hums, trails kisses along Emery’s jawline, “ or maybe I won’t, after all you’re asking so nicely. “
entcphile:
he tilts his head to the side, perking up his ears to indulge in the other’s little monologue. there’s amusement dripping from his expression once daehyun is done, one that matches his tone when moonsik opens his mouth again, retreating into the shadows in case there’s another figure wandering around the castle. “ you sure talk a lot. or, well, complain — ” he emphasizes the word before offering a grin. it’s not exactly genuine, more so on the side of mockery, but it’s of no spite either. “ i’m starting to think it’s you who always gets us in trouble. ” the blame is on both of them really & while moonsik is cognizant of that, the pointing fingers at each other game is too fun to resist.
snacks rustle in the giant front pocket of his sweatshirt when he brushes his hands against them, contemplating the other’s offer. the idea of getting back to his warm bed and munching on a few savory chips is extremely tempting, but there’s no denying that he’s curious of what is the reason behind daehyun’s late-night roaming. —— oh, to hell with that peaceful sleep. “ i’ll go with you just in case you need to me to save your ass. again. ” there’s no need to mention that moon is usually the reason why it needs saving in the first place. “ where are we going? i have snacks. ”
❝ Yeah, well, that’s a side-affect of Moonsik Syndrome, ❞ Daehyun says coolly, holding up two fingers, ❝ as well as headaches and a chronic need to roll my eyes. ❞ There is certainly sarcasm that coats his words, but it’s notably friendlier as he snorts because he’s amused with his own retort. Perhaps he is his biggest fan of his own attempted jokes, at least he thinks he’s clever. ❝ I’ll take the blame for one time we got in trouble, but how the hell am I suppose to repress a sneeze ? ❞ Hiding in a dusty corner was a recipe for disaster, and his outrageously explosive sneeze spelled out their doom loud and clear. Of course there were more times getting caught rested solely on his shoulders, but he wasn’t about to admit to that. ❝ Snacks you plan on sharing ? ❞ Question is poised with the curiosity of a child, eyes no longer holding traces of his usual haughtiness because, damn, he has a weakness for snacks and the other mentioning them has his mood shifting for the better. ❝ Oh, I’m headed to the court yard. Keep this a secret, but someone from Slytherin keeps hiding the really cool glass orbs in random spots and the rest of us are trying to find the items. I’m checking the court yard. I don’t really care about the orbs, but I like winning and no one’s been able to find the one’s in the courtyard so . . . Bragging rights if I find ‘em, right ? ❞
yvko:
the problem with daehyun practically whispering into her ear isn’t the act itself, it’s the way it makes her feel. her sober and rational self would’ve pushed him away and insulted him for it, but that self doesn’t exist at the moment. that’s why his deep voice, despite how stupid and vain his comment is, gives her chills — among other things — and the wink he gives her after doesn’t help either. she averted her attention from him and took a couple of big gulps from her cup to deal with what she’s currently processing within herself. they’re friends who tease each other all the time, he isn’t supposed to make her feel like this. then again, he’s always twice as attractive to her when she’s intoxicated. perhaps she needs to stop drunk texting people, especially him, but what does that matter now that her own voice is doing it for her? to make matters worse, she doesn’t exactly hate it. in fact, she wants more. her eyes find their way back to him. she reaches out and handles one of the lapels on his jacket, feeling the fabric, but more-so of giving her a reason to put her hands on him. “can you blame me?”
There is buzzing the back of his mind, a quiet voice advising him to find someone else to chat with because he’s on a path that can’t lead anywhere good. Unfortunately, it’s drowned out by how perplexing he finds Yuko in this moment, head tilted to the side as he watches her fiddle with one of the lapels on his jacket. He catches her wrist in his hand, but his grasp is gentle, easily to escape. He urges her closer, goes as far as taking a step forward himself as a curious smirk dances on his lips. ❝ Yuko, ❞ his voice is a bit heavier than he intends, but he’s wrapped up in the fact he finds her particularly attractive, and he's not sure how to ignore it, ❝ if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re flirting with me. ❞ The curve of his lips turn playful, her question almost eliciting laughter from him. ❝ I guess I can’t blame you, but you’re gonna get us both in trouble, ❞ he says, bottom lip locked between his teeth a moment, ❝ not that I particularly care. ❞ No, because he lives in one moment, enjoys it, regrets it later when his mind isn’t fogged with thoughts of I want.
entcphile:
ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ gets increasingly ridiculous the more she thinks about it. picture the resident freak, suddenly betrothed to one of the more CHARMING bachelors out there ( though not a bachelor anymore, she supposes ) . they hadn’t even TALKED before their parents had very CONCISELY informed them of their decision, completely disregarding any personal feelings the pair had to begin with. not that misaka really cared, but being ordered around by the very people who had shipped her off to a faraway school just to be rid of her didn’t quite sit well in her mind.
besides, kang daehyun was an absolute NIGHTMARE. she’s heard stories about the slytherin before but she would’ve never thought him to be this bitter about the whole thing. aren’t families like his like this anyway? did he not see it coming to begin with? && besides, why take it out on her? it’s not like she wanted this outcome any more than he did, though he seems to think otherwise.
❝ i’ve done nothing, ❞ misaka states matter-of-factly, a hint of annoyance appearing on her features. ❝ if anything, i suspect my OWN mother’s been running her mouth. wouldn’t be the first time. ❞ the meddlesome woman…
❝ why do you have to drag me down with you? ❞ she gets it, truly. the idea of sitting around for a few hours entertaining the family of her “beloved” “fiance” sounded just LOVELY, but she didn’t want to be driven INSANE by her mother’s inevitable tantrum if she let her down. ❝ can’t sit around && pretend to be a decent person for a night? ❞
It’s not like he’s stupid, he knows very well that Misaka has, in fact, done nothing to warrant credit ( or chastisement ) concerning his mother’s favorable view on her, and their sham engagement as a whole. It’s more than likely his own fault, the fact he hated it when it was dump on them without their input being taken into consideration, the way he had glared at his parents and bit his tongue until it was bleeding lest he say something too damning, even by his parents standard. Yes, it was probably his fault or maybe it was her mother’s fault, but said woman wasn’t there to blame and he wasn’t going to argue with himself so he scoffs, shaking his head incredulously. ❝ Maybe the fact you’ve done ‘ nothing ‘ is what’s doing it, ❞ he says, ❝ make yourself unlikable, talk with your mouth full or something . . . ❞ It’s not like he’s out to get Misaka; he’d be happy to leave her out of his childish game of get-back with his parents, but it just so happened she was a centerpiece and it was unavoidable, and his feelings toward his family were too strong and too bitter for him to care. ❝ Collateral damage, ❞ he tells here with an easy shrug, ❝ it’s not like I’m out to get you or anything, but how else can I avoid it ? Be thankful I told you instead of just leaving you in the dark. ❞ Daehyun’s own temper flares, dark eyes narrowing as he looks at the Ravenclaw. ❝ No, Misaka. I actually can’t, ❞ he says it through his teeth, ❝ I don’t know what your dynamic with your family is, but I know mine and I’d rather claw my eyes out than to sit for even just three minutes listening to them — . ❞ He exhales, tearing his eyes away to look at something else. Pretending, it’s something he’s done for so long in front of them — make them happy and run to their every beck and call. But he’s sick of this engagement and he’s sick of them for forcing it on him. ❝ Pretending to be a decent person isn’t what they want from me anyway. ❞ It’s mumbled, thoughts spoken because it’s true.
jokyeols:
what was that line inbetween them that still somehow defines a series of words and patterns ━a design their opposite yet similar spirit seemed to channel each other into, a defined blur. he couldn’t really tell, nor he thought it was the case to pressure on such a seemingly menial thing ; if there was a response, it surely would come to him when time will be due ━but for now, there he was, the boy eyed by many as a black sheep among the serpents, the disinterested glance given at the other as the jacket he didn’t even notice ( or care, for all that mattered ; things would appear and disappear so much in that school there was no surprise anymore ) he had left behind when trying to have his leave from an ever so crowded breakfast time. “ it was charmed already. if any of them tried to pull a prank on it, it would have backfired. ” and it was a very basic form of protective spell the red lions seemed to forget about a whole lot. with a slight tsk his signature smirk appeared ━finally daring to show his face as a whole as he put down the booklet he was reading. “ yeah, one out of four. my compliments, you’re finally getting your step up to date. gold star for you. ”
A roll of his eyes, shoulders rise and then drop in a lazy shrug as he digs into his pocket and produces a box of Funny Flavor Twisties and takes a conservative bite, testing the flavor to identify if it was normal or funny — a rip off of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, perhaps, but he liked these much more than he did the other. It’s a good flavor, so he puts the entire twisty in his mouth and takes a seat opposite of Ikyeol. ❝ As if they’d stop just because it’s charmed, ❞ he says, ❝ probably would just piss ‘em off. ❞ He had little doubt that Ikyeol would even care, the fellow Slytherin was just an existence to be targeted due to assumptions made about him; an omen most assumed was bad. ❝ But whatever, it’s not really my problem. ❞ It’s mumbled as he makes himself comfortable, lets outstretched on the wooden coffee table that, for once, isn’t cluttered to all hell. His eyes roll a second time when Ikyeol speaks up again, Daehyun’s own eyes raising to meet the others. ❝ Probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. Touched, truly. I expect a literal gold star, I look forward to seeing you make it happen. ❞ The sarcasm is heavy, interest averting back to the stupid box of either good or extremely nasty flavors.
okay ! i have all of my replies except two finished, i just need to format them and change the gifs because i use memes as placeholders, cries. i’ll be doing that when i get home from work! i know i have multiple threads with the same person from pre-event & post-event threads, so let me know if you want to drop one or all or start something new !! you can just message me or reply to this letting me know what you want to drop. otherwise, like this if you want to keep up our threads !!
not gonna lie, photoshop kind of distracted me after i came home from work and i ended up doing nothing productive . . . it’s a time-consuming trap, i swear. anyway, i’ve got 99.9% of my replies drafted and almost finished so i’ll finish them tomorrow !!
Sorry, sarcasm falls out of my mouth like stupidity falls out of yours.
Renoirs (via renoirs)
THIS IS NOT HOW HE EXPECTED TO SPEND HIS EVENING. Hours prior, before his self-control ( or lack thereof ) lead him to over indulging on beverages, he’d have imagined himself doing what he usually does at parties — sneaking away with some random face to indulge in more pleasurable desires and whims. Fifteen minutes prior, he’d have thought he’d be taking a walk of shame back to the his common room by now, high that came with his intoxication mixing with guilt and regret. But alas, of all the possibilities and thoughts of where he could be, he was currently stuck atop a table, brows furrowed as he watched spiders scurry to and fro, intent on escaping whatever predators were chasing them from their webs. Terrible. It’s not that he’s afraid of spiders ( he is, honestly, but he won’t readily admit that ), it’s just he doesn’t like having them crawling on him — or close to him at all. They are there, varying in sizes and although they’re not massive, they are there. A simple solution would be to use his wand, but he doesn’t have it; blasted thing is in his blazer, aggressively thrown once he spotted a couple crawling on the sleeve of it. It was such a stupid thing to do, but in the heat of the moment he sheds it like snake skin and jumped on the stupid table he’s trapped on. He chews his bottom lip because what is he supposed to do? And then there he is, a possibility and the only option he can go with at the moment. ❝ Moonbin — ! Hey, hey, ❞ Daehyun attempts to not look like how he feels — fucked. ❝ My buddy, my friend, listen. I need your help, ❞ he pauses, eyes widening as he notices a tiny little spider on his pants leg. He jumps, smacking his legs multiple times until he’s sure it’s gone. Then he straightens, clears his throat, tries to look composed. ❝ I’m not afraid, I’m just allergic this . . . this is why you have to help me. ❞
( ꜰᴏʀ ——— @bmoonbin )
THERE'S WHISPERS AND SHOUTS of basilisk babies, and although he hasn’t seen one he’s still able to put two and two together — scurrying critters usually meant a predator was on the hunt. He doesn’t have anything to worry about, not really, he’s a pureblood and a slytherin — but he knows more than a handful of people on that list and he likes a good portion of them, for better or worse. He can’t just leave them, even if he’s having trouble standing steadily he’s determined to help. ❝ Hey , ❞ Daehyun is frantically waving at a bear as he approaches the form, ❝ you’re gonna get eaten by a huge snake and die ! ❞ Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but he was in no state to exude smarts. If there were snakes ( again, he hadn’t seen any ), they aren’t even close to large enough. But common sense is just out of reach. ❝ You're still here ?! We need to leave, you especially ! Where's the exit again ?! ❞ He's leaning on the other, using him to keep his balance as he teeters unsteadily.
( ꜰᴏʀ ——— @moonswpt )
THERE WAS NO WAY HE COULD HAVE MISSED HER. He had seen her earlier, before all of his bad choices and before he’d even downed his first goblet, the deceptively sweet liquid coaxing him into all the wrong situations. If he was as smart as he thought, he’d have left the party after his encounter with Emery, his frustrated state practically begging him to find someone he could take it out on. If he was wise he’d have sought out his bed after his conclusion with Yuko instead of returning to the Halloween shindig, but here is surrounded by movement and voices and he’s stuck fixated on blue. He’s vaguely aware there’s another mistake common sense is begging him to avoid; but he’s there already, reaching over, thumb brushing underneath familiar eyes and brushing away tears ( also familiar ) as he examines her closely. ❝ Ne, what are you still doing here ? ❞ Question is asked just above a whisper, it’s the worry that pulls him from his stupor, cements him more securely to reality and what is happening. ❝ Why are you crying ? ❞ It’s the longest he’s focused on her in a while, so unlike his usual nonchalant shrugs at her questions and ducking away from those awkward smiles and one-word replies, refusing to engage because what else is he supposed to do? But right now, he’s worried and drunk and she’s crying. ❝ Did you get hurt ? ❞
( ꜰᴏʀ ——— @amonefati )
hycnwoohq:
HYUNWOO HAD A SENSE OF DREAD when he came here, a strong and undeniable gut instinct which said that this night would not end well. but honestly, right now he thought it was going to be worth it anyway. purely because he had never seen daehyun like this, not even beetle berry whiskey brought this out of him and that stuff was his downfall. if the sin of gluttony could be personified, daehyun would be channeling it right now. he looks like what hyunwoo often envisions rich politicians to look like at events. indulging on lust, good food and expensive drink. daehyun is absolutely basking in desire, pure and unwarranted. honestly, the male isn’t sure he has ever seen his best friends cram so much into his mouth in succession. he is shitfaced, hyun has been his best friend long enough to tell when he has completely lost his inhibitions and really daehyun does not need to immerse himself in the pleasures of the sweet sweet alcohol, which alludes lies of safety and comfort, like you won’t make decisions you’ll regret tonight if you chug it down by the goblet every hour.
‘ very seductive dae ’ he utters as he feels oddly pleasant and soft hands cover eyes through lace mask, which already made it pretty hard to see since the chamber wasn’t exactly known for being well lit, but the aesthetic was the value all millenials prioritized. ‘ you don’t say ? should’ve known you wouldn’t last five minutes here without getting absolutely off your face ’ he snorted, turning to face the other, especially since it sort of looked and felt like daehyun was grinding on him the way he uncoordinately stumbled into the other, hyunwoo really didn’t need that experience right now. ‘ oh yeah, i’m sure it was just the firewhiskey. if anything dae i’d be blaming that for your shamelessness which seems to have multiplied not your intoxication ’ he quipped teasingly, daehyun is his best friend, daehyun is his best friend who looks very good tonight, and whomst hyunwoo has kissed occasionally in all the time he’s known him. it doesn’t happen often, but intoxicated by truth serum and other substances, the notion is tempting. ‘ believe it or not dae it’s pretty loud in here ’ he murmurs before a glint lights his eyes, daehyun just gave him the perfect opportunity to have some fun. ‘ why would i ever ignore you precious ? ’ he cooed, leaning in and giving daehyun a look that screamed nothing but trouble as he slowly pressed lips to the others, breaking away only slightly to glance up at him. ‘ you look good ’ he says as way of explanation.
There is an expression of mock shock that bursts onto his face, eyes blinking rapidly as he stares at Hyunwoo incredulously — fingers prod into the others side once, an impish smile replacing his previous expression. ❝ I’m always seductive, ❞ it’s evident he doesn’t catch the fact Hyunwoo isn’t being sincere, but at least he’s not questioning how his friend knows it’s him — that’s a level of stupidity he hasn’t ( yet ) reached. It was the small victories that truly mattered, at least he’ll tell himself that the next day whilst nursing one helluva hangover. He laughs, mumbling shamelessness under his breath and he’s far too amused the word for a moment, dark eyes glancing around at familiar faces he may have made out with and some he’d like to. ❝ That’s not true, ❞ it doesn’t even come close to sounding convincing, ❝ it hasn’t multiplied even a bit. ❞ But, honestly, even in his state he was keenly aware the best way to not get in trouble whilst under the influence of a truth serum was to keep his mouth shut — or locked to someone else’s. It was strategic, and very enjoyable. He’s only vaguely aware of the way Hyunwoo’s eyes seem to light up with something that spells trouble, one again amused by his friends word choice. ❝ Precious ? ❞ He has more to say, but his mind struggles to comprehend whether Hyun is getting closer, or if his depth perception is entirely fucked. It doesn’t take him long to find the answer to that.
There are certain things that just should not be done to Daehyun whilst he’s in this state; his mood is capricious and he’ll go from wanting this to wanting that in the blink of an eye — he’s unconsciously swayed by others actions and sober or not, Hyunwoo has always been his biggest influence. Prior state of being satisfied shifts, he’s no longer content with having stuffed his face and the contentedness that came with finding his friend is replaced with a neediness he is in absolutely no state to dismiss. He likes kissing, he likes it a lot; he’s aware they’ve kissed before, but he’s never been drunk ( this drunk ) and all he can think about is how much he really likes kissing. ❝ Hey, ❞ it’s a distracted, breathless sound that is delayed as he leans forward to close the distance again, cutting himself off from whatever he thought he was going to say. He pulls back, eyes flicker from Hyunwoo’s own to his lips several times before he groans, annoyed as he takes a step back from the other, lips pouting as he stares at him. ❝ You’re mean, ❞ it’s almost a childish accusation, ❝ stop teasing me. I’m really drunk and you’re really hot. ❞ It’s a whine and in the back of his mind, he’s vaguely aware he’s going to kick his own ass when he wakes up. ❝ That’s not a good combo. ❞
Lowkey screaming because my internet keeps going out, but that’s just life I suppose. Anyway, if anyone wants to plot for the second half of the event, like this and I’ll come pester you ! Honestly, Daehyun probably wouldn’t be that helpful because he’s a., drunk b., moping and c., afraid of spiders but that’s not going to stop him from trying to help his friends who are targets !!! Honestly, might sober him up a bit so he’s functioning better.
PLOTS, he’s too busy stuffing his face with sweets to notice and you’re trying to explain that everyone needs to leave. Once he understands what’s going on, he’s nonchalant because “ I’m a pureblood and a Slytherin so I’m good. ” but the he remembers he has friends on the list and just, “ I need to save them. “
He’s stuck on a table because there is too many spiders and he doesn’t want them on him. Won’t come down because he thinks he’s going to be touched by one or worse, bitten. Because he’s drunk and has no shame, he’s insisting you carry him on your back.
On the contrary, you demand he carry you on his back because you’re too afraid, too drunk, etc. If he does it, prepare to direct him to the exit because he has no fucking idea where he’s going.
He thinks it’s a prank because he was pranked earlier and he’s not about to stop guilt-drinking to be scared again by some elaborate joke. Good luck convincing him it’s real. Even better luck convincing him to calm down when that spider he thinks is face crawls the fuck up on his hand.
Everything is a mess. He makes it worse by throwing up on you.
I don’t know, he’s a real mess but depending on the situation and person he might sober up enough to not need a babysitter sdfghjkl. Just anything really.
yvko:
‘that’s not true’ made her ego inflate much more than him complimenting her did. perhaps it was because it seemed more genuine than the actual compliment itself. had he drank from the black goblet, or was he already intoxicated? in her defense, it wasn’t the norm coming from him. usually he spent his time teasing her, which she didn’t mind. she tried to act like she wasn’t phased by it, but the involuntary smile from ear to ear was betraying her. she took a drink to try to mask it as best as she could. his costume explanation, however, made her choke, as she started laughing before fully swallowing the liquid. she placed a hand over her mouth to cough. “that was—” she paused, trying to think of a proper word to use, but there wasn’t one. it was left as an unfinished sentence. she cleared her throat. “at least you look good in it.” the words came flying out before she could stop herself. damn it, she was feeding his obnoxiously large ego.
It wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but he couldn’t help it. He laughs unashamedly at the way she chokes over his answer because he hadn’t expected it; a scoff, an odd look — sure, but not this. He’d say it was karma, it wasn’t like he missed the smile that spread across her face as the truth serum did it’s job on him — whether she knew the cause or not. His amusement is short lived, slight grin transforming into a full blown smirk as he hears her next comment; he rounds on her, brow quirked as he leans down. ❝ Oh ho, you think I look good ? ❞ He drops his voice lower, leaning in until his lips are beside her ear, ❝ I always look good, but thanks. ❞ He pulls back with a wink ( maybe he’s had a little more to drink that he thought ) retaking his previous position with a snort of his own. ❝ Before you’d only compliment me through drunk texts — you’re making steady progress, Yuko. ❞
lavendcrblood:
“ better than james bond. ” her secret crush on keanu reeves isn’t the only reason behind her immediate reply. she hums in response, lightly swirling the drink in her hand. “ i figured. but thanks. ” basic manners and courtesy. she has no plans for useless bickering that’ll only bring her a headache for alcohol to nurse. she glances at his outfit, unsure of what he’s dressed as. “ and you’re supposed to be…? ”
There is a dubious look that flashes across Daehyun’s face, his lips part to contest whether or not her statement is accurate or not because he’s ready to defend at least a couple of Bond films as reigning leaders, but that’s a conversation he could see turning south fast — especially considering he hasn’t even seen John Wick. ❝ Bold statement, but whatever. ❞ It’s all he can say, mumbled as he raises his drink back to his mouth, swallowing harsher comments along with the sweet burn of beetle berry whiskey. Her question regarding his comments earns a raised brow, his own eyes examining his choice of ‘ costume ’ as he ponders over what to say. ❝ A fancy, attractive man. ❞ That’s what Moonbin had pegged it as, much to Daehyun’s distaste for the word fancy. ❝ I know what you’re going to say; ‘ but you’re attractive every day ’ — true. But it still counts as a costume. ❞ He was joking, he knew very well that was probably one of the last things she’d say, but his humor didn't always carry over as just that.
Now, take off your mask and open your eyes.
