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"Good for you." Yiseok said dropping the magazine with perhaps too force on top of the table, spilling a few drops of his own and the other’s coffee. Behind the sunglasses he had put on due to his dark circles, there was a penetrant gaze, not focused on anything and everything at all, trying to figure out what string had been pulled for the whole article to get published a, so fast, and b, with such good proves.

"You really mustn’t believe all these bullshit, ever. They need the audience’s reaction to make money, and they will get it at any cost." Quickly, he swallowed two gulps of his, strongly needed, large sized black coffee, the mad bitterness making his frown deeper. "Wait you said the author was anonymous? Has your friend upset someone in the past week?"

Christopher's eyes narrowed as he watched the other man, lips pulled into an apparent frown. It was going to be a pleasant meeting up until the point where Christopher came across the damn magazine on the way over to meet Yiseok. His cup of coffee was still untouched and the liquid inside was probably already lukewarm, but he was too concerned for his friend to care about it.

— ❝Who knows.❞ Christopher shrugged and finally picked up the cup, not yet rushing to drink. He stared into the cup as he swirled the coffee around, sighing to himself. ❝You're very much aware of how he is, I would think. He's not very good at making friends, but terribly good at making enemies.❞ 

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14: jawline kiss

        Alcohol. It’s always alcohol making Jay more touchy. The male, usually reserved, avoiding any kind of skinship, even if it’s barely a friendly affection, whenever he got to down few drinks, he changes into an annoying and way too playful kid, even more blunt and bold, if it’s even possible.

Yiseok should have known but who is Jay to explain or apologize for the sudden contact, the fingers roaming over the taller’s chest, almost too innocently, occasionall hiccup escaping the younger’s lips with his gaze veering over Yiseok’s features. He smirks. As usual. His voice is laced with amusement, chuckle following the words. “You’re kind of nice— kind of cool. I.. I think you’re nice.” Jay tapped on the other’s shoulder, leaning in with his digits ghosting over the male’s neck, his breath hot against the latter’s neck before he presses a kiss to Yiseok’s jawline, another hiccup breaking the silence before Jay bursts into laughter. Ah, so childish.

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"And why the hell do you need more madness?" Yiseok asked crooking an eyebrow and turning slightly to take a glimpse of the other, cigar between his lips making becoming an obstacle to talk, but he really didn’t mind it, taking a long drag afterwards and holding it in until his lungs hurt. He spat it out thoroughly, the trails of the smoke soon faded into the darnkess of a night without moon. His feet hanged from the border of the rooftop, he had so many urges to take off his shoes, but the thought of walking bare feet back home only made him cringe even more. “Don’t you have enough with the life we are living? The stuff we have to do to appear perfect? The family we are forced to live in? I think madness rules our lives enough as it is, Axel.”

"You don't fucking get it." He sneered, his thumb flicking mindlessly on the other male's lighter. Inhaling the smoke from here seemed to give him slight sanity, despite knowing how much his lung screams for the longing nicotine right now. "How else would we fucking escape, then? How else would we get rid of this stupid lifestyle altogether. You're the one who supposed to know my pain the most. They're stripping our freedom away, Yiseok. How could I just sit here with not a single thing planned? Sure, destroying them means destroying us, but nothing could live off the satisfaction that we ruined their lives ourselves."

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"I can't take another second of this god damn town."

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"Calm down." The male sighed, his head leaning against the other's shoulder. "You know damn well that I can't fucking take it either. I can't take how beautiful it seemed to be at first, yet it's filled with filth that only human managed to create." His hands crept down, massaging the male's waist loosely. "But we gotta deal with it, man. There's no escape, when everywhere else in this world is just as shitty as this place." Family, the very word that bounded them with the horrendous misfortune that they wished didn't happened. At this moment, he felt as if, only those who went through the same thing would understand. 

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"Do you?" he said arms going to embrace his leg loosely as the other hanged from the edge of the rooftop. It was getting late, the sun waving its last goodbye to the world for the day, leaving as a will a sky of pinks, purples and oranges that Yiseok couldn’t compare anything to. Perhaps that was the reason he had dragged the other there, or maybe because he was so fucking sick and tired of watching this wonder alone.

The moon was also peeking then, but not like the sun did, in a triumphal, blinding way, the moon always faded in and out, it was sudden, one barely noticed unless it was round and full. However he did, blame on his duty of being in the position he was. “I don’t fight battles.” He said, cigarette leaving his lips. “I fight wars. One after the other.”

For a moment, she didn't reply - her eyes glued to the cascade of different colors plastered on the just moments ago azure sky. Her hands laced together, and, although she managed to keep quiet this time (perhaps because she'd been teased once too often about how vocally she expressed her joy), there was a shudder wracking her entire frame. She didn't remember ever properly watching a the sun set before. She always seemed to be too busy, too distracted with such mundane things. 

Thedas had been the one place where she'd truly had the time to do so, but the Lavellans were forest-dwellers, and the trees they lived between were much too thick to allow her to enjoy such sights. There was nothing but green back home - except the occasional stubborn flowers that insisted to grow in the almost absolute darkness of the way too tall trees. 

"I'm not one for wars, I think. The collateral damage scares me too much. I'd rather take on a skirmish all by myself. Besides, there's a certain...freedom that comes with being able to incendiate everything around you without having to fear that you'll have to search through the ashes for your allies." She puffs her cheeks out together at the thought - she's hardly ever quite so reckless, although she thinks she'd enjoy being. She'd love to be able to truly let go in a fight. She hasn't since the Blight, and she was nothing but a child then. "But I do hope we're never at war, then. I'd hate to have to learn how to lose. And I think that would leave me rather sore even if I won."

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Fated coincidence | Yiseok&Minseok

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Minseok doesn't know what -- or why, he's being drawn to the customer in the corner. He's tall, handsome, and probably one of those people Minseok would never speak to. Because Minseok is short, average looking ( No matter how many times his friends said he wasn't didn't matter, especially since all they wanted to do was pinch his cheeks ), and shy. So why on earth, is he making his way towards the stranger-- o-oh.

He can sense something is off, something isn't quite right with the man's scent. It's not foul, not an odor. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It's pleasant, it's...comforting..? Warm-- almost - familiar.

"Yi-Yiseok h-hyung! Don't let the monsters get me!" He shrieked, tiny feet thumping along the wooden floors of their house as he jumped onto the elder; short, stubby fingers curling into the soft fabric of Yiseok's shirt as Minseok scrambled onto the other's back, letting his arms encircle his neck as he clung tightly, burying his face into the comforting warmth of the taller boy.

"Ssh, Minseokkie, the monsters are all fake, and besides, do you think hyung will ever let the monsters eat you?" 

Minseok drops the plate of cake in his hands - the one he was going to offer the man. He doesn't register anything - not the commotion of his manager rushing out the back, not the startled face of the stranger as he jumps up and strides over - he's just trying, trying so hard, to see the blurred face in his memories.

'You're the runt, the runt, Minseok. And in the Kim family, we don't have runts.'

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After clicking his tongue, Yiseok looked down, head bowed in complete defeat, but he couldn’t deny the other’s words didn’t make him smile slightly. “As far as I’m concerned, my name is Yiseok, so call me that.” He was well aware also that even if the smile hadn’t faint, his voice sounded too cold, almost as if he was offended, which he wasn’t, surprisingly. Alcohol acting, that had to be it. Taking a long gulp to finish the liquid, he was quick to leave the empty glass on a plate being carried by a butler who was strolling nearby. “As for now.” he mumbled sipping from a second glass, this time a fresher taste, with less venom or alcohol. Just in case he had to be fully conscious to slap the other before he said something more stupid.

"Aye.. You're no fun." The male laughed loudly, arms loosely slung around the other male with his glass filled with colorful liquid swaying dangerously, like it was threatening to fall if he doesn't hold it properly. "Yiseok. Yiseok. I'll probably think of shortenin' it later." Despite the other male sounding a little off, Axel couldn't bring himself to care, not when he's already up at the top, and he won't spare any glances at the ground. 

"As for now? Is there other name, mnh?" He blinked in surprise, a grin still gloated on his face, cheek pressing against his pale palms. "Is it darling? baby? honey? or is it pumpkin-pie?" The male shivered slightly at the mention of the name, before downing all his drinks.