deadlines lurking around the corner like a growing curse, the stress of the inevitable weighing down shoulders as if hands were intent on pushing him further down to the ground. had him itching to do something about it, to get up and go before the clock would strike and mark failure yet again. sat in his spot, leg bouncing uncomfortably, fingers picking at cuticles as if that would distract his mind from the looming fear. an arranged meeting; one of many, though this project was one of his most ambitious. would count for a larger part of his overall. for that, he was nervous. the coffee he’d ordered now cold, bitterness lingering in its after taste, though entirely too sickening to take seriously. in his contemplation to get up and order again, the other walked in. lukas had immediately stood at that, imploring eyes resting on the other. “i almost feel like we’re doing a drug deal, which doesn’t work out for my wallet.”
- &&. Xinya stared at him, openly dumfounded by his bluntness. It was no use attempting to mask the rouge on her cheeks, they were burning uncomfortably hot, and Xinya could swear that she was sweating. “I’m not quite sure what to tell you,” She replied, honestly, “But I don’t think I’m the person you should be discussing this sort of thing…”
She didn’t know what to tell him. All she know was that it would be a very long time before she would be able to look at cucumbers normally again. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what people did with them, she was very well aware, that sort of thing had been around when she was a teenager, and probably when her parents were teenagers too.
“Perhaps you should just invest in, you know - a toy?” Xinya said awkwardly, averting her gaze to anyone else around that might offer resuce.
the male wasn’t impressed. he’d expected something more to come from the other, by her position in the school both associated with. but seemingly not; he’d have to entertain himself throughout, it seemed. “no? then why would i have asked you? there’s plenty of other people in here,” he’d looked around as if to prove his point, others wandering through aisles mindlessly and completely ignorant to the conversation the two were currently holding. “i want a professional opinion. you’re a girl. you’ve likely taken dick as if it’s the last supper and you simply can’t get enough. i feel you. i really do. but, this is a real world dilemma, and i’m trusting you enough to decide for me,” once more waving the produce around, lukas leaned forward. “i’ll even let you dom and fuck me with one if you answer with enough enthusiasm. i know you want to.” with the mention of a toy, though, the male found himself heaving a sigh; shoulders sagging dramatically. “if i could afford a toy, would i be in the process of buying a cucumber to ride into the sunset?”
Yejun’s evening shopping trip was for one item, and one item only; whiskey. With the weekend fast approaching, and classes leaving him feeling swamped and mentally exhausted, he needed some time for himself. Ever conscious of his irresponsible—and oftentimes shameful—behaviour when intoxicated, he usually steered well clear of alcohol, but tonight his roommate would be gone. At least he hoped so anyway, or they were going to bear witness to some of the craziest shit they’d ever see. His tolerance had taken a hit after refraining for so long, so the evening’s possibilities were endless. Casting his gaze over the various labels lining the shelves, Yejun was wholly unprepared for the familiar countenance of one Lukas Song, popping into his field of vision. With the items held aloft, right under his chin, the dancer’s attention didn’t remain on the other man’s face for long. Taking an involuntary step backward, Yejun’s eyes grew comically wide with the query, cheeks flushing deep crimson and lips parting to move around unspoken syllables before he even managed to utter a sound. “What?”
naturally, lukas wasn’t particularly expecting anything of worth to come from the other. was the usual case, though he’d neglected to consider as much in the event of posing the question. it was with a sigh, the photographer lowered the items and tilted his head to the side. this could go one of two ways; disastrous, or hilarious. he was banking for the latter, but at this point? he’d take what he could get. “i’m looking at spreading myself open for a cucumber; i don’t have enough money for a vibrator otherwise i wouldn’t be here, obviously. i’d be massaging my prostate. but, we can’t have that,” dramatics and all, as if telling a sob story; faux sorrow revelling a frown on his lips. “so, with that in mind; thin and long, or short and thick? you’ve got to have a preference, right?” lukas questioned, through raised eyebrow and slowly creeping smirk. perhaps this shopping trip would prove more entertaining than originally planned. it beat staying in his room, with nothing but a full body mirror to entertain himself with.
obviously not too fazed by the unforeseen interruption to his mindless shopping, the blond took his time to weigh the options at hand, before turning to the brunet with an apprehensive look. “neither.” he mouthed, voice soft yet brimming with confidence. reaching to remove the vegetables from the other’s hold and return them to their place. “would suck if you ended up in the emergency room with produce up there. go for a hairbrush or toothbrush, make the latter electric for versatility.” spoken softly while moving closer to the —vaguely recognisable— stranger, followed with an idle roll of the shoulder. “or just about anything sturdy you can sanitise. don’t want bad things happening to that.” he drawled, cocked head and suggestive brow; all charm.
The elder raised a brow at that, though allowed the removal of the items in his hands, fingers grasping at nothing as a show of emptiness. Brief exhale came from the nose, deep gaze wandering for a beat and no more. Not what he was asking for, and with that, the male cocked a corner of his lips to a half-grin. “So, not long enough to reach the prize but second place for effort? I’d rather end up in the emergency room,” a half truth, through voice that seemed to be dripping with honey; though despite as much, he’d taken a step back, tantalising in how slow his movements were. “I’d prefer the real deal, but I’m at a sort of stalemate at the moment. Sex toys are a little out of my budget, cucumbers get the job done and provide dinner afterwards. My kind of fuckbuddy.”
- &&. Xinya much preferred the convenience of online grocery shopping, however, when the need arose (much like last minute dinner planning) she would shop at the local supermarket, often bumping into her students that would awkwarldy smile at her, upon realising that she was also a human being like them, who did normal things like grocey shopping.
“Excuse me?” Xinya believed that what she heard coming from the young students’ mouth was meerly something her mind made up - although it would be a very peculiar thing for her to think about. She attempted to surpress the lewd image her mind was painting, her cheeks burning red, “I..uh, I’m..what?”
Lukas stared at the other for a moment. “You’re excused.” He knew the woman was a teacher, had seen her wandering the school more times than he’d care to count. That certainly didn’t steer him away from the question, though. In fact, for the sake of brevity, call it educational research. Which would tickle his prostate more effectively before threatening to break. Perfect.
The male sighed, though. It was a simple question. Hell, it didn’t even require an answer, in reality. Just point to which one seemed better. “The slimmer longer one, or the thicker shorter one,” he wiggled the vegetables in his hands for a moment, as if to make them look any more enticing. “I need one that doesn’t split my asshole, while being able to pleasure myself. You’re a teacher, I’m trusting you to show me the way.”
sejun sighed, turning his attention back to the school grounds, kind of annoyed by the interruption but it not bothering him too much. he was just glad it wasn’t a teacher that he had to then deal with. he took out a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, holding the lighter up to his face, after putting it in-between his lips, and lighting it. “ you think you doing a strip tease will make the view better? ” he questioned with an eyebrow raised, before giving the other a shrug. “ nice to know you’re confident, i guess. ” he puffed out smoke from his mouth, taking the cigarette and tapping it gently by his side.
Lukas looked out to whatever corner seemed to suit him best, as if gazing into a camera, entirely finished with the situation already. He’d continued on, though, despite the dull mood. The male reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out a sweet stick and tearing off the wrapping, popping it into his mouth. An alternative to smoking; a bad habit he was attempting to stop through the illusion of having something stuck between his lips rather than the usual sovereign. “Way to kill the mood. I was ready to whip my cock out and everything. Sucks,” the words were emotionless, themselves, while he pocketed his hands into his worn jeans. “I suddenly relate to the skater who was denied head, thus destroyed his board.”
daeki tried his best to drown out the other’s consistent nagging, slurping up his food while pretending to listen. this one was particularly chattery, which was more of a nuisance at night, considering ghosts don’t sleep. hearing the remark from the person who had approached, daeki choked on the noodles, coughing and blushing for a few moments before finally being able to breathe. his gaze moved over to the woman, who rolled her eyes and left to wander over to another table. he looked back up at the other, shaking his head and managing a somewhat welcoming smile. “ nope. ” he said, gesturing over to it.
It was with the confirmation, he’d allowed his camera bag to sit beside the chair he’d motioned to, settling his shots onto the surface of the table, and promptly sliding to rest against the chair. Perhaps if it were more comfortable, he’d find himself dozing off. The male would have to make a mental note to ensure he slept next time. “Thanks,” there was a smoke to his voice, as he managed a bright grin, for just a moment. Slender fingers would wrap around his cup--lord, he hated straight espresso--before leaning forward against the table. “If I fall asleep, promise me you’ll shove something wet in my ear. Could be your dick, I don’t mind; just don’t let me sleep, please.”
A broke college student, through and through, for the most part. Passed grants and the occasional pay rise, he had nothing to his name and even less to show for it. Perhaps why he was shopping for cucumbers and lubricant; a strange combination, but he had his reasons. The male turned to look around, chocolate gaze seeking an opinion, before another popped out and he pounced at the opportunity. “I’m going to steal you for just a moment, is that cool? Too late,” Lukas spoke in a near rush, suddenly holding up two cucumbers. One longer though thinner, the other shorter though girthier. “Which one should I shove up my ass? I don’t wanna waste my money and buy both, but this is an important decision.”
the school rooftop. somewhere he probably wasn’t allowed to be and yet still one of his favourite places. something about looking down at all of the tiny students, seeing all of them, whether they’re laughing with their friends or sitting alone under a tree, it was interesting to see the different lives below him. it was a quiet place, with rare company since it wasn’t exactly free for students to roam. which is why the opening of the roof door behind him caused him to look over in mild curiosity, mostly just wanting to see who had disturbed his alone time.
Despite the consistency of his need for human warmth through hedonistic means, the downtime of daylight was what allowed him to truly wind down. His addiction was anything if not bothersome, having led his life for the longest time. Thus he’d found himself entering the rooftop, the chill of the breeze immediately sweeping his hair back from his face, as the beats of rays from the sun kissed him. The male had noticed the other immediately, though paid no mind to make issue of the subject. While he’d prefer to be alone, complaining wasn’t on his agenda. “I hope you don’t mind company, baby. I could make the view a little more interesting by performing a strip tease off the bat, otherwise you’ll have to make-do with little old me.”
daeki was sat in the cafeteria, his table seemingly empty to onlookers. to others, it seemed that the boy was sat alone, talking to himself. to him, he was talking to someone sitting in front of him. a dead someone, whom only he could see, but a someone nonetheless. “ it’s not my fault you can’t eat anymore. ” he shrugged, listening to the other’s complaints. “ i don’t blame you, though. i would miss ramyun, too. ” he continued the conversation, giggling as the spirit pouted. daeki had never cared about seeming strange to others. the company of ghosts was all he ever had, so he didn’t mind it much, even if others distanced themselves from him because of it.
And it was with bags under his eyes, near designer they were so heavy, he’d made his way through the cafeteria. After having spent the night with someone else, doing anything but sleeping, he was about ready to merely pack it in and collapse against the first moderately comfortable surface he could find. As much wasn’t an option, though. Thus, he’d found himself buying a couple of espresso shots to shield himself from dream. With the two steaming beverages in hand, he’d looked around to see if there was anyone moderately quiet he could sit with. Ever likely, there were few. The options presented not the most favourable despite his fast-track to being humble. Shrugging off the notion, though, he’d made his way towards the male talking to himself. He’d excuse the oddity for a chance of clarity. The male motioned to the free chair, already about to allow his camera bag to fall to the floor, “Is this taken, hotstuff?”
And it’s Bunny yet again. This time, I’ll introduce my problematic other half, Lukas! He’s fairly dark in comparison to Jihyun, so this is a warning in advance. I’ll post triggers before the intro just in case, but it’s not too bad (i don’t think so, anyway). Again, there’s a profile page on his blog, and I should get around to writing up a plots page at some point. So, under the cut, you’ll find more information about Lukas.
TW: Minor Character Death, Mentions of Abuse, Mentioned Drug Use
Life was rocky from the start, man, let me tell you.
His parents were of Korean descent, didn’t live in Korea because lol why would they, that’s not where it’s happening
So like baby was coming out of the corner (poor reference is poor), and was about to say hi to the world when daddy dearest decided he was #out
Left his mom to fend for herself, because why wouldn’t he that’s not where it’s happening
Thus his mom had to do everything for herself, all the way up to child birth but tragedy stuck and she died during labour
But ya boy got out alive, thus begins his kinda short lived journey of being an orphan in an orphanage.
Due to him being such a smol, the Orphanage ended up naming him thus came the western name, the rest is history.
He was adopted by a Korean family
So they lived in the colonies (i’m literally just putting different terms for America in this intro idk what happened) for a few years, before the family moved back to Korea.
They were like your stereotypical strict parents, I guess? In the sense they were all about his education. Being the only child and all, it was pretty bad. They’d force him into his room to study, expected him to get into S.K.Y, all of that stuff
But they were super into physical enforcement. If he didn’t do things well enough, or to an acceptable standard, he’d feel it.
They were convinced art and photography was the wrong way to go, and actually pushed him to go for academics instead
He kinda excelled at sciences, but lmao would he ever do what his parents told him to do
He went along with it, though, but took art as a side project sort of thing
But when he started getting older, around 16, he started to really turn around
He still studied a lot, because it was essentially all he knew. But because that was all he knew, he got into some super destructive stuff
He’d started to do soft drugs just for the hell of it, became friends with the wrong people who’d become the worst influence, attended parties that ended up with him naked and in someone elses bed, the lot
In fact, the latter point became his worst problem.
He became obsessed with sex, to the point it became an actual addiction. He just couldn’t function without it, and it started to take over his entire thought process
He was getting into fights for being a homewrecker, for approaching people he shouldn’t be approaching, for getting caught doing shit in public
And even to this day, it hasn’t calmed down at all. He just needs it a lot
Thus he’s likely got the worst reputation in the school. What, being openly gay, too. Don’t let that fool you, though, he had no problem approaching girls, too.
But eventually, when he finished high school with real good grades, particularly in art, he decided to follow a long-term passion of his and go for photography, rather than go for art.
Besides, he made his money alongside his major ;))))
I say that like it’s a big thing, he just sells his nudes and caters to fetishes.
