♔ JAE SUNG

[ AU ROLEPLAYER of Choi Minho ] the name s song jaesung. 21 year old model @ FORD MODELS and CEO of Song Industries. The self-proclaimed prince of Seoul is back

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-- jaesung & qiang

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(/He knew Jaesung wouldn’t believe him. He knew he had already lost the fight and that his best bet was to start apologising, but he reflexively tried to wriggle out of the situation, tugging on his arm to free it of Jaesung’s grasp.) Why do you always do this shit? I always smell of cheap perfume. I bartend at a damn strip joint. (/He rubbed his arm where Jaesung’s fingertips had dug into his skin, clenching his teeth.) What do you mean “what the fuck?” You’re so full of shit. It’s like you think I’m your fuckin’ boyfriend or something.

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-A sharp breath left Jaesung's lips and he immediately took a step away from him.- I know you. You get defensive when you've done something... -He sunk his teeth into his gum and shifted his eyes to the left, completely avoiding eye contact as the words were spat from the other male's lips. Jae wouldn't deny it stung.- That... is true, I suppose. I have no right to be as livid as I am, right? -He was doing his best to keep his voice leveled, clenching his fists a few times as his eyes closed.- Even still, who the fuck is she, Qiang? What's her name? And what could have possessed you to fuck some whore after what I thought was a reconciliation happened between us? .-Jaesung sighed.- ..Perhaps... too much time has passed though.

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-- jaesung & qiang

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(/He backed away as soon as Jaesung rose to his feet, panic churning in his stomach. He mentally brushed the feeling off, expression as composed as ever.) Oh. Well. Why would I? I didn’t think you’d be coming back so I didn’t bother. It ain’t like you’re out to kill me, either. Hold on, though. I really gotta take a shower. Got work later, y’know. (/His excuses came too late— Jaesung was already close enough to notice that something wasn’t right. The panic in the pit of his stomach rose to his throat, and he began to stutter.) I… uh… what? Different? C’mon, don’t be a weirdo. (/He pushed Jaesung away gently.) Even you don’t pay enough attention to notice something like that. 

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-Blatantly ignoring Qiang’s words, Jaesung grabbed his wrist when he tried to move to hold him securely in place. He leaned in a little closer to get a better gage at what the hell that smell even was, and when he did, his eyebrows nearly hit his hairline.- No, I’m not imagining this.... –Jaesung’s gaze went squint as he bored his eyes into the other’s.- You definitely smell like… a woman. One who wears cheap perfume, at that. –He tilted his head and shoved his wrist away, growling low when the realization finally settled.- ...What the fuck Qiang? 

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My head is overflowing with thoughts I can’t allow anyone to know about.

凛として時雨 - “Abnormalize” (via sealko)

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-- jaesung & qiang

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(/It had taken him a long longer to get home than usual. The reason for his late arrival was written all over his face, hidden in plain sight; his hair was jacked up; there were fingernail marks on his forearms; his lips were bruised. He breathed a heavy, exhausted sigh as soon as he entered his bedroom, flipping the light switch and almost jumping out of his skin at the sight of Jaesung sat upon the edge of his bed.) Fuck, Jae. What the fuck are you doing sat in the dark in my room? How did you even get in here? 

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- Jaesung's expression lit up considerably when the door opened and in walked Qiang. He shot up form the bed and strutted over to him with a small grin.- You gave me key a while ago, dumbass. I'm surprised you haven't changed the locks honestly. But here I am. -He didn't even give much thought to Qiang's physically disheveled state until he inclined closer to gently hug him and got a light whiff of the unfamiliar scent that clung to him.- ...Your scent is different than usual. Why's that? -Jaesung's eyes narrowed slightly and his nostrils flared. Women's perfume.-

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-- jaesung & qiang

- Jaesung was surprised the key Qiang gave him still worked, honestly. But it did, and here he was sat on his rather uneven mattress - waiting for him. After their reconciliation Qiang had agreed to hang out that evening and Jaesung wouldn't deny his excitement. It seemed he and Qiang were finally on good terms again; and he would do his best not to let his abrasive nature get the best of him. If he wanted things to work like they used to they needed to go slow, after all. So here he was, perched at the edge of the boy's bed with one leg crossed over the other, impatiently awaiting his return.-  

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Hey! Can you guys reblog this if you are willing to roleplay some horror or darker themes?

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jaedonis: it's cold today. #alexanderwang

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Chance Encounter | Qiang & Jaesung

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Of course nothing Jaesung could have said would have stopped Qiang. He eventually wore himself out, rationalising that he didn’t want to send the other man to hospital, and sat atop him panting for breath, his arms trembling, his features still contorted with rage. A few moments passed before he lifted his fist up again, just for good measure, but the sight of Jaesung’s lip splitting open stopped him in his tracks.

"You’re real fuckin’ lucky I’m tired and I don’t hate your fuckin’ guts like I should." Qiang said quietly, chewing on the inside of his mouth as though he were trying to restrain himself. "I don’t know what to say. I just wanna smack your head into the concrete and be done with it and then you’ll never be here to bother me again." However, as if to suggest the exact opposite, he clambered off Jaesung’s torso and rose to his feet, pulling a flask out of the inside of his coat and downing its contents. The sight of Jaesung lying on the ground in agony proved all too tempting a sight, though, and he leant over his body and spat in his face to emphasise his point. 

"It seems that having the shit kicked out of you and lying in the pavement with the taste of blood and gravel in your mouth is less humiliating to you than telling me the damn truth about why you thought it was OK to up and leave when I was still thinking about going back to China. I wonder if you would be acting this nonchalant if you had returned and, instead of being right where you left me, I was a corpse in a dumpster back home?" He dropped to his knees next to Jaesung’s barely-moving body, reaching into his bag for a pen and beginning to scrawl his number across the man’s palm. "So how about you text me with a better excuse and we’ll take it from there. I’ll see you around." 

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Once Qiang had seemingly exhausted himself and hoisted away – leaving him a quivering, stuttering mess on the ground – Jaesung’s eyes flicked up. The man above him was saying something, but Jae couldn’t really decipher much of the speech due to the ringing in his ears and the lingering sensation of Qiang’s fist. Nevertheless, he propped himself up on his elbows, just in enough time to catch the wad of saliva that landed just beneath his chin. Jae hissed, features wrought into a scowl. Fucking disgusting. But that’s Qiang, I suppose.

  It was only after the boy slithered away and Jaesung was finished ranting to himself about the damage that was probably caused to his scarf that he realized Qiang did want to further contact him; the sloppy scribble on his palm was enough evidence in that defense. Another crooked smile found its way onto Jaesung’s lips as he wobbled up to his feet, hands resting on the brick wall behind him for support.

He figured anyone else would give it a day or two, but Jaesung was impulsive and was never really one to pussyfoot around, so as he limped his way back to his limo he was already considering how to arrange a meeting between the two of them.

- - - 

“Come see me. I’m at my old place” was what he’d decided to text Qiang as he soaked the soreness of that one-sided brawl away, neck-deep in his marble bathtub.

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man i wonder what it’s like to have flaws

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Chance Encounter | Qiang & Jaesung

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Qiang cracked the slightest of genuine smiles. He couldn’t help it. Jaesung playing along with his wisecracks was something he had honestly missed because nobody else had the stomach for it. Few people could put up with being insulted regularly but Jaesung was as resilient as ever. Nostalgia triggered a pang in Qiang’s heart, one that caught him off guard, made him flinch visibly. He ignored it.

His face contorted into a scowl as Jaesung spoke his next words, gritting his teeth together as the older man explained himself— if one could even call such a piss-poor excuse an explanation. Nonetheless, Qiang was overcome with the want to do something, anything, and so he lunged forward, seizing Jaesung’s face with his hands and crushing their lips together roughly. He wove his fingers through the man’s hair, tugging on it with ruthless force, tasting his lips and his blood when it seeped from a puncture in his lip that Qiang had made with his teeth. He raked his nails down the male’s face as he kissed him, tearing his skin, marring his face with his marks. When he finally withdrew he took several gasps, for he had forgotten to breathe for the entirety of their reunion. Qiang then balled his hand into a fist and clipped Jaesung straight in the jaw.

The punch had knocked the other male back considerably, and Qiang took the opportunity to hit him again, this time knocking him off his feet completely. He straddled the older male, pinning him down with one hand and continuing to strike him mercilessly in the face with the other. It wasn’t until blood began to trickle from Jaesung’s nostrils that Qiang let up on his attacks just a little bit, his heart in his throat, his pulse thrumming in his ears. 

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Jaesung was surprised by the kiss – it was more of a collision really – so much so that the only reaction he could think to do was keep his eyes blown wide, his hands fumbling clumsily at Qiang’s sides. Something told him this was more about hurting Jae than pleasing him, he could feel it in the way Qiang’s teeth roughly nipped at his lower lip, the coppery taste of his blood following soon after. Jaesung wanted to call his name – say something; anything -  but the mouth on him held him captive. His arms did loop between Qiang’s though, but just when he secured a grip on the boy he felt his fist slam into the side of his jaw.

“Holy fuck-” The impact made Jaesung stumble. His arms flailed helplessly, attempting to grab onto Qiang’s shirt to somehow steady them both. But before he could even properly gather himself he was being hit again, and again, and soon he was on his back while Qiang mercilessly assaulted his face with his fist. “Q-Qiang…!” Jaesung yelped, briefly thinking to fight back, but somewhere in his mind he knew it was probably best to let Qiang do as he pleased. He deserved this, after all. He knew he did. He also knew Qiang was utter shit at expressing how he felt, so the assault probably meant something on the lines of “I fucking missed you, you asshole. Why did you abandon me?”. The thought pulled an unfitting, crooked smile to Jaesung’s face as the boy atop him continued his ministrations. The white pain searing through his nerves only let up when he realized Qiang must have exhausted himself; his movements slowed considerably before coming to a complete halt after a few seconds.

“…You about done?” Jaesung panted out, which was probably a mistake. The instant he opened his mouth his lip split right down the middle and he hissed, tossing his head to once side. 

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Chance Encounter | Qiang & Jaesung

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"Of course your clothes are worth more than my monthly salary," Qiang replied matter-of-factly, glaring. "Pretentious cunts like you need something to separate them from the herd… ‘specially when they have no talent.” He smiled sweetly with the same snide expression he had used on Jaesung dozens of times prior to this incident— it was the only way he instinctively knew how to respond. Despite his playful, sarcastic remarks, though, his fists were tight and trembling in his pockets. 

Inside Qiang were a mixture of too many simultaneous reactions for him to put his finger on just one. On one hand, he was glad to see Jaesung again. Of course he was. There would be no point trying to deny or hide that. However, the fact that the other man could approach this situation with any semblance of casualness made Qiang hot with rage. Where was his regret? Where was his apology? He figured Jaesung didn’t have either of those things to give. That made him even angrier.

"Yeah, the dingy part of the city at early hours of the morning— It’s almost as if you were trying to run into me, huh.” Qiang deadpanned, a vacant look upon his face, as though he were still contemplating how he ought to handle the situation. “Nah, I haven’t used the internet in a couple of weeks ‘cause I got cut off again. Didn’t pay my bills, you know the deal. Well, you don’t. Think my landlord’s getting pissed off at me but I gotta eat, so… so where did you go?” His thoughts had trailed off unintentionally, but there was little point in trying to make small talk. 

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Jaesung hardly batted an eye at his remark; he was far too used to Qiang for it to have much of an affect. But he’d entertain him with a hand to his chest anyway, feigning offense to the comment. “Ouch, that hurt.” Jaesung gave a playful roll of his eyes as his other hand adjusted the cashmere scarf hugging at his neck. “Mm, perhaps I was trying to run into you. Who knows?”

Jaesung kept his lips curved into a half-smile as he listened to Qiang ramble on. Even if he knew the boy was probably filled to the brim with animosity for him, hearing his voice again was still enough to cause his chest to tighten up. He furrowed his brows together. “….I went to New York for a while. I needed to cement my role as the new chair of the company, and what better way to do that than in person, right?” He tilted his head to the side and tugged his scarf up over his nose, suddenly remembering who he was even talking to, and he laughed. “My bad. I know how much you loathe my kind of people.” 

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nxmjun: That’s true. I’m Namjoon.

I know who you are. [ 'He smirked.] I'm Jaesung.

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I'm Jaesung. It's nice to meet you, Pretty.