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fresh meat;

seven luck casino, back room | 5:57am | @wolfbanejax

a few months in and still, there’s that glint in those wide eyes, mouth slightly parted, sweet-toothed innocence - it’s terribly endearing, and soren can’t help but to be amused at the boy.

he’s heard the stories, of course - word travels fast of new recruits, especially those with the most curious of entrances. he considers it a shame that they haven’t spoken since the werewolf made a home with haengunwi chil, but his nights have been ever busy - this one in particular is no different.

“share a seat with me, sweetheart? i’m positively sore all over and my knees have been through too much in the past few hours.” he’s sighing, not waiting for the boy’s answer before squeezing himself into what little space remains in his chair, half-sitting on the other. empty chairs around them remain ignored.

invasive, perhaps, with how he leans back comfortably against the taller boy, as if there weren’t mere strangers at best; makes himself at home on his lap, angry bruises trailing from necks to open collars shown off with smirks.

“apologies for not welcoming you sooner, dear. you know how work is.” casual, almost as if he was speaking to an old friend. “heard you broke into our servers ‘fore they recruited you - didja find my file?”

he’s staring now, unashamed. words are almost purring - “see anything you like?”

#jax.#jax 001.#event 000.#enjoy jax someone help him wkejg

witching hour;

jaesung’s place | 12:57am | @jaesungkg

“miss me, sweetheart?”

dripping honey, dripping poison, what he does best – he doesn’t wait for an answer, merely walking past the other and making himself at home, draping jackets over chairs and lounging easily on couches.

familiar, no? who else but him to know the dark of this hour; twelve-second phone calls and twenty-minute taxi rides, all lipstick-smudged, all clothes on the floor? as if this hour of his belonged to anyone other than him. cute.

“your radio silence almost has my heart breaking, darling.” ghost-steps to the man until he is a mere breath away, flickering gaze to lips, fingers just touching chins. says, look. how dare you not for so long?

boy leans in closer, grazing lips in almosts. smiles are all sharp-knifed, dangerous.

“don’t tell me you’ve grown tired of me now, sweet. we both know that’s not true.”

#jaesung.#jaseung 001.#event 000.#r we ready for a BURNING FUEL FIRE MESS #BC I AM

alligator teeth;

seven luck casino | 11:48pm | @hxwebes

normalcy in the gold threading the building, slot machine to poker tables to loveseats to microphone to exits, sound of screaming, whirring, cash register shrieking in all its artificial celebration.

god, how he loves it. four years and he thinks he won’t ever tire of it.

there’s a touch too many buttons undone on collared shirts, wine glass a touch too empty to be safe anymore - ( what? here? absurd. ) and boy is nothing but sharp-eyed, watching.

second nature, scanning over lonesome players pulling at levers all night, the roaring businessmen putting on a show as they roll another set of die, the dealers with their sly smiles and winks towards his direction, nodding slightly at potential candidates for the night.

one nod in particular catches his eye - towards someone not unfamiliar to him, smirk already curling lips. he’s seen him around too often, waltzed up a time or two - he’s working on it, and big jobs like these take time, darling. he finishes his drink and walks over to the poker table, quick to slide himself next to the other’s side.

“here another night, sweetheart? and what are our earnings this time?” hands slide up arms, resting chins on shoulders to speak just for him, too close for strangers, what a waste space is between them.

“mind if i stay to watch, love? i heard i’m quite the lucky charm - and i do hope you get lucky tonight.” alligator teeth, grinning.

#felix.#felix 001.#event 000.#someone help felix 2k19 ? 2k20 ? plS

cravings;

the reflex | 1:58am | @ophelixs

under the red lights, they are almost beautiful.

shot glasses litter the bar counter before them, girl twirling the umbrella on some empty drink while boy has his cellphone out, swaying on his seat. there’s something innocent in their smiles, mischief wrapped in teeth; something less than innocuous in how eyes meet.

hungry? hating? the lights are too dim to tell.

( come morning we will know which is which but for now he can smell the cherry on her tongue and he’s certain she can see herself reflected in his eyes and they will be two hurricane things ready to make a mess of the night )

“do another spin for me sweetheart, won’t’cha? for the camera, hm?” he’s slurring his words, whiskey or rum or something equally acidic lacing the corner of his words. “one more time, f’ the records.”

visions are getting too blurry to see whether it’s a photo or a video, but to the boy, it hardly matters.

“hm, how ‘bout it, sweetheart? i’ll buy you ‘nother shot, or trade ya a kiss. whatever y’like, hm?”

#jiwon.#jiwon 001.#event 000.#lmk if u want me to change anything aHHhhHHhHH i hope this is okay they r a spicy mess let us gO

penumbra;

seojun’s place | 3:21am | @blisande

he hugs arms closer to bodies, shivering against the cold - probably should have bought another jacket, or at least “borrowed” one from his last patron, but its too late now, boy standing in the cold.

he raps knuckles against wood again, impatient.

he’s tried calling, texting - ( hey idiot, i’m outside can you open the door before i freeze on your doorstep ) - to no avail. annoyance seeps through the cold, rosy cheeks puffing as he knocks again.

“seojun, open up - i know you wouldn’t be out without me so you can’t lie and pretend you’re not there! c’mon old man, i’m dying out here.” he hates how his voice dwindles to a whine towards the end of the sentence. he’s too cold to care much, another gust of wind blowing through the city.

“c’mon, please? we’ll stay in tonight, i promise - maybe. takeout’s on me. whatever you like. i already said i was sorry for the last time - i forgot you were fucking allergic to the sun or some shit, there’s no need to hold it against me.” he’s wheedling now, pout dipping into voices. “please?”

#seojun.#seojun 001.#event 000.#i hope this is alright pls lmk if u want anything changed wkjegnkwejgn #time to wakey wakey old man trouble is a knOCKIN #:3

hypoxia;

eurwangni beach | 2:45am | @nvctertv

they should know better, toes digging into wet sand, november chill raising gooseflesh along bared chests. there’s a flicker of light then a breath of smoke, black roots growing out against the silver, turning to the boy next to him, cigarette hanging loosely at the edges of fox-grins.

they should know better, but that would make it too easy -

“does the city drown you?” waves crest the edges of their feet, aching as a lover’s touch. how easy it would be to give in. “do you yearn for the ocean every time you’re away, or do you wake up one morning remembering that you need it?”

another breath of smoke. he shifts the air around reality for a moment to twist the fumes around fingertips before letting it dissolve into the night sky again, glitch in between the spaces he’s touched. it is tiresome, this pretense of a fantasy.

“can you hold me under when i come in with you? ‘till the sun rises, at least.” he passes his cigarette to noah, holding it up to the boy’s lips, eyes staring, unashamed. “i’ll share a breath with you.”

#Aggressively Tries To Remember How To Write #it's FINE #we back boiz #noah.#noah 001.#event 000.

hello hello! as per my typical fashion i am a touch late but hi hello i’m rhi and i will be playing soren / seowon, otherwise known as snapdragon aka one of the prostitutes in haengunwi chil. if you’d like me to stumble into your dms to plot, feel free to like this post!