#antxsungjong

[nottaehyung]

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There were very few things that effected Taehyung on an emotional level, and very few people if not fewer. He was never the type of person to seek out comfort from another person and typically just kept most things to himself, but there was a particular individual whom he always allowed his emotions to be seen by, and know that they would be accepting to them. There were not many people like that since Taehyung was very use to doing nothing but nuzzling underneath everyone's skin and pushing their buttons until there were no more to press.

He couldn't help himself, really. It was just a subconscious thing that he did and his mind instantly went towards how to trigger peoples emotions in the absolute worst way, he stripped away peoples false facade of kindness and exposed the disgusting people that they truly were. Patience went a long way and in this day and age nobody really had any, which what sparked most of Taehyungs confrontations. 

But the prominent bruise on his cheek was starting to pulse and make him wince, he was tired and just wanted to see the person who would bring a smile upon his features no matter how upset he was. The only thing that was putting a damper on his disposition was the pain in his face, he had gotten in a confrontation with a random passerby who didnt have his temper in line. Speaking before thinking about the words spewing out of his mouth had frequently gotten him in trouble, and this was the same type of situation - his mouth had gotten him punched in the face.

But he was the winner in the situation, because he had broken the man down and made him show a sign of weakness and now Taehyung was aware of how to spark future temper tantrums whenever he saw the other again. His feet had traced the pathway towards Sungjongs where abouts, the home he normally resided in. Coming up to the door way and placing a gentle knock on the thick piece or wood that separated him from the other, patiently waiting for him to answer the door and feel a sense of calm to have his eyes rest on the others face. 

[scrxhoya]

"So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?"

au in which howon has a fat crush on sungjong uvu

( / originally, howon had a plan. originally, he had a plan, but now he’s confused himself by telling so many white lies that he doesn’t remember what lies exactly he’s said; honestly, he’s terrible at this, and it’s amazing he’s come this far without sungjong calling him out on any ridiculous made-up facts. )

uhhhhh.. ( did i say that? ) .. yeahhhhhh.

( / the truth is, sungjong is the person howon likes, but somehow now sungjong is supposed to make himself jealous, which makes no sense, and— how did it come to this again? howon is just so lost now. he stares at sungjong as if the other male’s face has all the answers.sungjong takes his hand [is that an eyeroll?], and howon’s face flushes pink. he gives sungjong’s hand a squeeze. )

( / this might not be so bad after all.right? )

[ctzxjongup]

"Uhm, excuse me. Hey, wake up! This isn’t your stop is it?"

Jongup was tired with his work. His pace quickened whenever a customer whines or asks something about their service. His feet ache from the constant walking from behind the kitchen towards the tables situated in different areas away from it. He’s also tired of hearing that same old phrase that customers do when they find something distasteful about the product. Jongup was tired, really really tired.

After his job, he boarded a train and placed his earphones on his ears as he leaned his back on the cold metallic surface of the train. He took his ticket out and muttered the name of his stop repeatedly; trying to put his self in to a trance like state so that he wouldn’t forget to leave the train in the right stop like he did before.

The metallic surface of the train slowly became as soft as a cushion. Weary eyelids dropping ever so low as blackness slowly consume him. His head bobbed up and down often as the train does its best to make the ride as smooth as possible, but of course it’s not that easy.

His head slowly fell on one side and the song inside his head overwhelmed his senses, it felt like a lullaby to him.  He doesn’t know for how long he was off, but Jongup knew that he was already approaching his stop. Thanks to a stranger, Jongup woke up from his abrupt sleepiness. He turned to the stranger and offered a small smile at him. “Thank you for doing that.” He muttered before a yawn escaped his lips. “I almost missed my stop.” He mumbled as the train continues to move towards the next stop, his stop.

[arcxtaekwoon]

"What do you think you’re doing with that?"

AU where they’re roommates

Neither of them had remembered to bring their keys with them when they left to go to a party and they didn’t make a spare. So when they got back to the apartment to find everything locked up and no way of getting inside. Leo did the next best thing or at least in the two’s drunk state of mind, he decided to grab a brick to use to break through one of the windows. Which is exactly what he told Sungjong when asked.

He was the lesser drunk out of the two and explained how bad of an idea that was and instead suggested they try forcing the door open. Because apparently that was a better option out of the two. Oddly enough it eventually worked but left them with a broken door that had to be fixed not that they cared because as soon as they could get to their bedrooms they promptly passed out on their beds.

[arcxsooyeon]

"What are you so afraid of?"

she’s never been so openly approached like that before. as she swallows back the lump that’s appeared in her throat, sooyeon can only stare in mute shock at the male.

there’s a shake to her bones, and as she lifts her hand up to brush back stray strands of her hair, she knows her hand is trembling. she grips the strands of her hair as she does so — the tug of pain her only lifeline and crutch keeping her calm.

"i’m not afraid of anything," she tries to make herself sound more strong, unphased by the question. but she can’t do anything to hide the clear tremor in her voice, the undeniable shake that throws it all off. she is afraid — she’s so very afraid, but sooyeon can’t even understand why she is. the bite isn’t there, the strength is gone — and left is sooyeon’s childish, weak opening.