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A Misfortune of the Mistaken

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@axxailant:

Physical violence was, to say the least, messy.

There was too much effort needed in attack and defense, too much blood spilled, and too much unnecessary (usually foul) verbal discourse within the (estimated) five-minute bursts. Plus, he wanted the bodies he collected to be intact. So it was a rare occurrence for him to engage. It was only in events where his emotions got the best of him–so, mad.

But now? He was infuriated. How could a tiny cretin like this be able to dodge his shots all in one night? It was impossible for him to be off his game. Rather, he refused to admit that he was.

His forearm pressed against this Do Kyungsoo’s chest and slid up some to apply pressure on the latter’s throat, narrowing the airway for breathing. His other hand held the white needlegun against the underside of the the smaller male’s chin, the muzzle the flesh against it pink.

“Listen, you,” he practically hissed. “I have been on your tail the entire night, and you have managed to missed every single bullet I have attempted to fire at you. Now I’m just wondering whether that was all intentional to piss me off or if you’re genuinely just one hell of a lucky man.” With a pass of his thumb, he switch the safety off and leaned closer into the other.

His back is pushed against the rough surface of the building and he's clutching at the arm pinned against his chest-- and then he's clutching at it even more desperately as it starts to crush up against his windpipe, making him suck in a wheezing gasp of breath, eyes wide and full of panic and terror. The look of desperate confusion gets worse as this strange man begins speaking to him, and as the muzzle of the gun pushes up against the redhead's skin, his head is swimming from the lack of oxygen. This guy had been trying to shoot him? Wait-- this guy had been trying to shoot him all night?! Why would anybody want to kill him, a nobody, a weak delivery boy with 2 dollars to his name and no place to call home? The boy can feel his knees growing weak, and he struggles a little bit, his voice choked and his brows knitted as his blunt fingernails dig into the other’s arm in a futile attemp to pry it off of himself.

"Why... are y- you.. doing this?"

#(para.)#axxailant #(I'm sorry this took so long.)#(School runs my life. u_u)

this anon is too much, I don't trust sweet talkers B/

Look how protective and cute you are.

What the heck.

#(rep.)#bbaramji

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#(us.)

[ ; drops off a bouquet of roses at the coffee shop. ] - from your admirer.

Ah, his coworker finds them first-- holding them up with a smug grin, and Kyungsoo, dumbfounded, just wipes his hands on his apron. “Who’re those for?”

‘You, idiot.’

“No way.” It takes two seconds for his complexion to flush, his face and ears now thoroughly pink as he takes hold of the flowers, soaking up their fragrance as he reads the little card. Interesting.

You make me feel at peace. There's no pressure for anything when I talk to you and I love that. I'm glad you came into my life.

confess something.

#(rep.)#(uwu)

I recently got to know you and sometimes I already feel like I'm spiraling down a hole of no return. I ache to kiss you, mark you, make you mine and have you moan my name every single night. Your scent is intoxicating to me... and I find myself at a loss because I'm drowning in obsession and selfishness. I don't know what you've done to me.

confess something.

#(rep.)#(anon.)#(soo is deAD.)

i understand your feelings, but sometimes i can't help but get jealous and selfishly want you all to myself. ultimately though, your happiness trumps my feelings and my desires. i only want the best for you even if it's not me.

confess something.

#(rep.)#(mmmmmmh i think i know who this is.)#(i care abt you n soo cares abt you very much.)#(anon.)

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Confess something you've thought about me on anon, and all I can do is post it

#(ask.)#(u can be mean let's go.)

♠ ⦂ ♧ ♣

Useless details,

♠: any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body?

No– not particularly. He has a few small scars, brown sun freckles here and there, but those are average. Perhaps one notable feature would be that his shoulders are quite narrow compared to other young men, along with his hands and feet being a little bit smaller than most of his male friends. But being short and being small go hand in hand.

⦂: what clothes do they sleep in?

Kyungsoo keeps it simple– he’s a very warm sleeper so he can’t handle things like thick pajama pants and such. Instead he usually opts for soft t-shirts and a pair of pajama shorts (his favorite pair lately have a space print on them), but usually by the end of the night he ends up in nothing but his briefs and the t-shirt, sprawled out and half-covered by the blankets like a baby sloth. He also refuses to wear socks to sleep. No way, ever. No socks in bed. That’s sacrilege.

♧: any freckles/moles/birth marks?

As mentioned earlier, Kyungsoo has a smattering of little brown freckles scattered over his body. They’re far apart and easy to miss if you’re not particularly looking for them. There are two on the side of his neck– two on his chest, and two on his tummy, as well at one on the cartilage of the redhead’s ear. They’re quite small, and he touches over the ones on the side of his neck often when he’s thinking or feels uncomfortable.

♣: are their veins visible when they’re angry/upset/sad?

Nope.

#(rep.)#bbaramji

domkyungsoo

#(vis.)

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@smvll

( / plotted !! ) ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs

darkness spread its arms around the city, wrapping it in a slow, lazy embrace and turning lights into diamonds, streets into glittering veins with ever-packed traffic clinging tightly throughout its body. crime was like a slumbering vampire; asleep by day, hunting by night for life’s blood to suck out of the citizens.

a foreign man with steel blue eyes and a grandfatherly face gazes around. he looked to be American, or English. he would have been attractive, even kindly in appearance if it wasn’t for the dead chill cast by his gaze. those that noticed him shivered and hurried on their way. he doesn’t stare too long in one direction, or peer too long into one pair of round, fearful eyes, he has an unpleasant task to get done, a point to make by the organization to keep that damned Nox under control. Unnecessarily, he fixes the cuffs of his expensive looking suit and dips his skull as he skulls further down the way.

he had a picture in the inside pocket of his jacket, but he’d only needed to see it once. a boy like that stood out in any crowd. heart shaped lips, messy, red hair, milky skin speckled just a little with brown freckles; soft, doe like, brown eyes. he could see why the former vigilante had nursed a fondness for this particular boy: he was clearly weak, innocent, soft. an easy target for men like this steel-gazed soldier.

the organization had done its homework, the boy in question was named do kyungsoo, homeless, practically unemployed unless you counted mediocre deliveries. involved in a spattering of homosexual encounters but attached to no one. a small, insubstantial no body. certainly no body who would not have attracted the organizations eye if he’d never been involved with Nox…. how unfortunate for him.

a few more blocks and he encountered the place, a small sort of cutesy cafe’, where the boy sat inside. he was curled comfortably in the corner with his nose in a manga. the man stepped inside, a bell chimed. the door told him this cafe would be closing in ten minutes. he ignores the staff’s greeting and sits directly across the boy, observing him with those cold eyes. “Do Kyungsoo?” he asks. his voice is deep, and as devoid of emotion as his gaze. he closes his hands together over the table, waiting for the kid to react to him.

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Baro is, without a doubt, Kyungsoo's most precious person. The older man is the closest thing he has to family. Kyungsoo survived highschool bullies because of Baro, grew into a better person because of Baro, learned how to struggle through adversity and still come out breathing because of Baro, and after a long while of being separated they've recently found each other again and went right back to the deep emotional closeness they shared before they split in the first place. This was especially surprising to Kyungsoo considering the fact that his childhood friend was now a popular musician, and yet he was still giving him the time of day and even going as far as letting the scruffy redhead sleep over when he has no place else to stay otherwise.

The elder's hospitality was going to be exercised tonight, and Kyungsoo already has the house key tucked into his backpack as he turns his bicycle in to work and leaves the office. It's been a long day and he's exceptionally tired but the empty gurgling in his stomach demands attention and it has his worn out sneakers travelling over the sidewalk in the general direction of his favorite cafe instead of the direction of Baro's home, little hands sliding into skinny jean pockets as he filters through crowds of other citizens trying to get where they're going.

The delivery boy has no idea he's been tracked and watched for the last few weeks.

And so as he curls up in the corner booth with his weathered old copy of some manga he's read twenty times over, with a half-finished plate of kimchi fried rice and spicy dumplings in front of him, he doesn't expect to be joined by company. Let alone foreign, well dressed company. Honey brown doe eyes flit upwards first and slightly widen in confusion. He feels a little anxious when this man says his name. Heck, how does he even know his name?

He tentatively places the paperback down and he sits up a little bit properly, lifting his hands to try and smooth his hair down properly with his fingers. "A-Ah-- Yes?"

#(para.)#bbaramji

Useless details,

×: what does your muse smell like?

Kyungsoo doesn’t use any cologne or body spray of any sort, so he smells like typically very nostalgic or homey things, normally. This can be the smell of softener detergent after a freshly washed and dried load of laundry. The hint of fragrance from argon oil shampoo and conditioner. Sweet body wash scents after a warm shower. Spices from the meal he’d just been cooking for his room mate– and the list can go on. Things just.. Stick to him.

This also is especially true after a long day at work, where the boy will come out smelling like sweet coffee beans and syrups, a tired expression on his face and his white button up half-untucked because he got a little lazy after one or two tugs on the fabric.

#(anon.)#(rep.)

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what’s your guilty pleasure, @smvll ?

ㅎ ㅅ ㅎ — Promises were something that jonghyun tried not to make so much finding them pretty difficult to actually keep - mostly because he would be the one to forget them a few hours before they had been made. A quick example of this would be his past promise he had made to viewers if he had won number one place, but that promise had quickly been forgotten about. However he was rather keen to this recent promise, not one that he had made to anyone but to himself. It included him to wake up earlier then usual ( and sleeping earlier ) a good shower, nice pair of clean clothes and two tickets to the planetarium. All that was missing was company and he knew the right person for this.

Without another thought his phone was already out fingers swiping and clicking down on the screen to find the right name. “Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, Where are youuu...” The words were whispered to himself as he searched through his contacts, when he finally reached the ID he began to send out a message to the younger boy he had recently met through a mutual friend they shared, he only hoped the younger boy would be up to the adventure.

( sms : kyungsoo ) hey, what are you doing right now? ( sms : kyungsoo ) is there any way you can get free from whatever you’re doing? ( sms : kyungsoo ) if baro is making you do chores tell him to do it himself, let’s go to the planetarium today.

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Under a heap of blankets, buried into the plush cushions of a leather sofa, a small boy stirs when the sound of his cellphone vibrating on the coffee table nudges him out of his dream. It wasn't that good of a dream, anyways, in fact-- Kyungsoo forgets it as soon as those sleepy doe eyes flutter open, so there must have been nothing worth memorizing as he slides a thin arm out from the warmth of the blankets and to the coffee table to pick up the cracked iphone 5, lighting the screen up to see three messages from Kim Jonghyun waiting for him. This in and of itself wakes the little redhead up a bit better and he pushes himself to slowly sit up on the sofa, one of his hands rubbing the corner of his eye as he unlocks the screen to respond.

[ SMS ] Hey, hyung. I just woke up..

[ SMS ] I can meet you in an hour? In front of the planetarium.

[ SMS ] Unless you'd rather pick me up.

He doesn't wait for a reply, and instead he gets up and folds all the blankets he was using, placing them in the linen closet with his pillow, before he starts getting ready. He showers, uses body wash (his favorite one, it smells like watermelon and he insisted on making Baro buy it for him despite the fact that it's meant for children) and cleanses his hair with shampoo and conditioner, and after scrubbing his teeth and washing his face, he's fluffy and blow-dried and in his best outfit... Well. Maybe not his best. It's just the shirt he bought at the planetarium when he was fifteen years old, a pair of light denim skinnies, and the same old sneakers he's had for the last year. He steps out of the apartment and slings his backpack over his shoulder, checking his phone for anymore messages.

#(para.)#kjjongs #(this is ksoos dream cum tru bc hes such a shinee fanboy cries)

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#(hme.)

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Useless Details Ask Meme II

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day? ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?

#(ask.)#(I'm gonna do drafts tonight I swear.)

moth, milk, blood

Moth: What do you find attractive in a person?

“Nothing. Well– I mean. I dunno. I would say ‘honesty and reliability’ but let’s be real, you can’t count on fucking anybody except yourself, and everyone’s a liar.” The redhead shrugs, “I guess I like feeling like I’m getting taken care of. I also appreciate humor. Dry conversations suck. I also have an undying need to be swaddled in attention and protection. Besides that– girls with cute, expressive faces make me happy.”

Milk: Describe your family.

“Dumb, clumsy, loud. Baro.”

Blood: What is the worst injury you’ve gotten?

“Ah.. Probably from when I was ten years old and I was playing in the woods behind my neighborhood, I slipped down into a trench and cut my arm open on a piece of jagged rock.” The little redhead pauses, tugging up his sleeve to show off the faint mark running up the inner side of his arm. “Needed stitches. Also, despite my injury, I still got spanked when I got home for getting hurt in the first place– Kind of a redundant punishment.”

#(rep.)

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