#choibns

[ftjihoon-blog]

* incoming text.

j: so i saw the cutest cat today

j: but it belonged to someone

j: so i may or may not have stolen a cat. so if i get locked up, might need you to bail me out of jail.

[oflcstsouls]

for @choibns

“hanbin.” minki eyes him suspiciously. not him, per say, but his hands. his hands that are holding flowers. which are shaped like flower crowns. there’s more than just one, and minki likes to think that he can be a smart person, so the fact that there’s more than one and that hanbin is approaching him means only one thing. “what are you going to do with those?” he asks, raising his eyes to look at the shorter male. he already knows the answer to the question and he knows that while he’s originally going to protest, he’s going to cave and let hanbin do whatever he wants to him. he can’t help it, hanbin will look at him with those eyes and he’ll cave instantly. it annoys minki, but how could he say no to someone who’s pretty much a literal angel? yeah, he can’t. 

[oflcstsouls]

for @choibns

he should’ve known he was going to get left all by himself. he’s watching his friends, his coworkers, who dragged him here, all paired off with people. he’s used to regular bars, not lounge bars, so the fancier aspect, as well as the jazz music playing, is new to him. he’s been to one or two with his clients, of course, he’s been everywhere in the time he’s been an escort, but it’s different when he’s not on a job. he feels a little out of place. he’s swirling his whiskey in his glass, elbow on the table and chin in his hand as he people watches, biting his bottom lip. he’s looking for someone to spend his time with, but so far, no one has looked interesting enough for him. that is, until his eyes land on someone in the corner, who, almost quite literally, takes his breath away. he looks like sin, and minki’s licking his lips before he’s downing the rest of his drink in one go. he’s standing up and makes his way through the crowd to the man, eyes focused just on him.

“so,” he starts as he slides into the booth next to the man. “i would start off with asking if it hurt when you fell from heaven, but you literally look like sin and i don’t have a pick up line for that, so i’m a little fucked right now.” he’s leaning his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his palm, just like he was a minute ago, but he doesn’t keep his eyes off of the man in front of him. “what i’ll do instead is just ask what your name is.”