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🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy. / sungmin + mincheol

intoxicated and looking for a distraction ; looking like a god . sungmin could break hearts ten thousand times a day and everyone would still be head over heels for him , for the ace . mincheol is not an exception on this , any sort of atrocity would only make him want him more ─ he doesn't pull away from his lips when they touch his lips . the corner of his mouth which purses a little because he's frustrated with himself for letting it happen . for liking it when sungmin is obviously had a couple of shots already . the celebrations were ending , it's a surprise that sungmin wasn't as drunk as minsoo by now , or taesoo . he had to watch them disappear in the exit tangled around their lovers , and stay here , with the ace himself . mincheol danced with him , drank with him and stared .. while sungmin spoke .

mincheol's own cheeks were red , eyes growing sleepier by the second as he smiled like a dazed man in the field of lavenders . warm hand curled around sungmin's cool arm when the ace leaned in , causing mincheol to tense slightly ; but it still happened because it was a dream coming true . because minsoo wasn't around to steal him away like usual ─ whining drunkenly at how pretty haera looked ─ it's a private resort anyway . away from the city and the paparazzi . ‘ sungmin-ah . ‘ pleading , begging . pulling away is agony , thumb gently rubbing on unblemished skin of his arm , up and down as he stares down at his drowsy eyes . colorful lights kissing sungmin's features , sharp and charming , like a black cat ─ that's what he thinks about when he cups the side of sungmin's face , when he strokes his jaw and tilts his head back to kiss him better . not his lips , the dip of his cheek , the bump of the bone . ‘ want me to take you upstairs to your room ? ‘ his next kiss falls on the corner of sungmin's closed eye , clean and smooth without any foundation hiding it . they'd always be exhausted after concerts and these ' celebrations ' would be meaningless most of the time .. perhaps not for sungmin though . always energetic , ready to dance .

* kisses. accepting

[s4lesman]

🎲 to generate a kiss! / from inho

/ 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 🩸

how do you put down a bad behaving dog ? is it allowed to put itself down for being bad ? yejun has a name , but no one uses it , he has a mind but no one asks him any questions . dogs with names are greedy , the frontman doesn't know his name yet , doesn't call him yejun , but he drives here in the middle of the night to shove him in the limousine and take his gun away . a few blocks down the pink hotel , the drive was silent and tense . the recruiter was bouncing his leg , biting inside his cheek as he stared out of the black windows ─ he couldn't see anything but it was better than facing that cold stare . wasn't that part of his job ? he lives to die for the frontman , he's a disposable piece of the bigger machine . they can replace him with a better cog , they can change this piece and use a better one if it doesn't work .

a whispered apology falls against the older man's lips when he grabs his chin , yejun's heart was beating so fast it hurt his ribcage . skipped a beat painfully when the frontman's lips found his lips . blood had smeared on his jaw , his lips , blood that inho can taste now . can't even die right , if that cop boy hasn't arrived , he would be sprawled over that chair with a bullet pierced through his skull and hit the wall behind him ! bleeding , dead , finally useful for the purpose that he was breathing to achieve . his death proves something , it should have proved the frontman that he was dying to please him . that losing at his own game wouldn't be any different than getting killed by mister seong . when their lips part , yejun is panting . he moves , falls on his knees in front of his master and bows his head to the man's curled knee . ‘ please give me another chance . please . i will do it right . i will do it for you ─ let me try again . sir i'm begging . ‘ his voice trembles , wide eyes pathetically tearing up as they stare at inho's unflinching gaze . it reminds him of a frozen mountain , of black seas silently drowning him . impulsively , he reaches for the gun that inho had placed on the seat and wipes his eyes with the back of his free hand before placing it under his chin . the same position , what he failed to do like an idiot .

* kiss roulette. accepting