#dvsunyoung

[dvjungkook]

[ ✉ : storkling ] All you do all day is sit around and google pictures of baby animals!

[ ✉ ➨ mama bear ] ok ok ok but -- fight me?????????  

[ ✉ ➨ mama bear ] foxes are fucking cute as shit do you have no soul? 

[ ✉ ➨ mama bear ] i need one rn immediately ㅠㅠ

[dvjunmyeon]

just this once | j&s

dvsunyoung:

❝ you’re drunk, aren’t you, ❞ she hisses under her breath with disdain wrinkling her features, instinctively taking a step back and effectively ignoring his words. perhaps he would have known better in any other situation than to expect sunyoung to be the type to stand there and take anything. ❝ you fucking stink; i’m dragging you into the nearest bathtub and if you touch me, i’m going to skin you alive. ❞

“not drunk,” junmyeon muttered, eyes closing and reopening at a questioning pace. if he was honest, he was surprised he hadn’t fallen right on his face and become total dead weight. he reached up to rub his eyes, a slight pout gracing his sleepy features. “just hug me, sunyoung-ah.” he reached for ward and clutched her exposed wrist. “just for a little while. just this once. for me?” he wasn’t sure if he really expected anything from me, but one could always hope.

[dvjunmyeon]

“What are you doing here?”

junmyeon attempted to smile, instead wincing as his split lip seemed to scream out in pain. he held his arm close to his chest, meeting her eyes with a reluctant need for help. “i- ran into a little trouble and sadly cannot bandage myself up with a broken arm.” he winced again as he attempted moving the said arm. “at least it feels broken or maybe it just needs to be set in place, i’m not a doctor.” the thought made him laugh, as otherwise he wouldn’t be seeking out another’s help. for some reason, sunyoung was the first who came to mind as he picked himself up after kicking the shit out of who had attacked him from behind. now here he was, at her apartment door with a glint in his eyes.

he sighed. “i guess what i’m trying to say here is, i need your help.”

[dvjunmyeon]

“This is not a bad vampire romance novel, please shut up with the dramatics.”

“what can I say, your blood looks good enough to drink.” junmyeon’s lips curled up into a wide grin, as he reached down to touch the nape of sunyoung’s neck, as if his fingers were simply feathers. he placed his other hand on her stomach, just the shadow of a touch on her bandages. she resembled something of a fallen angel, the way she was laid on his bed, her short hair flowing out around her like a halo, along with her sleepy features as the morphine seemed to sink in.

he hadn’t expected tonight to be one where he was tending to an injured sunyoung, but it was better than working late into the night, trying to balance budget with possible new addition. plus he enjoyed her company, as she reminded him of the solace that sheltered one from nature’s wrath. she tended for his needs, and allowing her to stay with him for one night really only benefited him as being alone wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed lately. 

he petted the top of her head, reaching down to quickly peck her forehead, unsure if he would have another opportunity like this. “get some sleep, princess.”

[dvjunmyeon]

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“It’s the latest trend,” Junmyeon stressed out, fiddling around with the damn thing. Truth be told, he wouldn’t be wearing it if someone hadn’t made the request for it, promising to pay big bucks. At this point, he could care less about the money. 

“Besides, who said anything about being hetero?” He raised a brow, lips fighting back a smile as he threw the gold piece of cloth off to the side, perhaps onto the couch or was it the floor, he could care less. He’d have someone clean it up.

[dvjunmyeon]

△ "how often do you have sex dreams about me, junmyeon-ah? for science, and because i want to know just how much of your sleaze is just your natural state."

1. Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.2. Answer that question.

1. 6/10

2. “Never,” Junmyeon retorted, “I can’t believe you would ask me such a question, Sunyoung.” He pouted, crossing his arms just to show how crossed he felt. He only lasted for a moment for staring into the other’s eyes before he broke. “Okay fine.” He paused, biting down on his bottom lip. 

“....Just once in a while... Perhaps a few times.” Junmyeon shifted his eyes, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “You’re hot, what do you expect?”

[dvjunmyeon]

♙: sharing a bed [ cause this has probs happened non-sexually lbr much to sunyoung's annoyance ]

“Oh, well.” Junmyeon blinked, scratching the back of his head as Sunyoung looked up at him with a raised brow. “This is awkward.”

It wasn’t as awkward as he made it seem. Sunyoung had done a job for him the night before, yet as she was reporting the positive results, Junmyeon had realized she had slightly hurt her waist. Despite the fuss Sunyoung had made about leaving, he had coaxed her to stay for a drink, slipping a painkiller in. Sunyoung had managed to pass out on his bed, where she had slipped in to change into something more comfortable, and Junmyeon figured it wouldn’t hurt if they shared the large space. Considering he woke up before she did and was ultimately dressed. 

He failed. 

Junmyeon let out a chuckle, unfazed, before slipping out of bed and pulling a robe around him. His slippers felt warm on his feet, something he briefly focused on before making his way towards the door. “How about we catch breakfast?”

[dvtaehyung]

dvsunyoung: 

          a roll of her eyes betrays scorn kept only thinly concealed; for better or worse, sunyoung has never been one to mince words or thoughts. in a society of others equally blackened by the degradation of the world around them, however, more often than not such contempt only draws equally caustic wit in return. ❝ i couldn’t care less about your ‘ wounded heart ’, ❞ she mocks with a decidedly unladylike snort. ❝ you’re just a ten year old in an overgrown body. ❞

despite the unkind tone her voice is holding, he couldn’t be any less bothered; if anything, he is visibly amused. he has carried such title long enough to eventually grow attached to it, as he believes it’s a blessing of sorts, having a piece of himself remain unstained even when deep in the shit hole they all call home. his eyebrows knit together in a rather puckish manner as the thought faintly crosses his mind, a ghost of a smile flickering on his lips when he finally mutters, “man, you take everything so seriously-- must be tirin’, being you.” mirroring that snort of hers, he’s quick to continue, “anyway, what brings you here again? you’re definitely not here to kill time, i can tell that much.” after all, no one would go there to kill time if they value their lives (and pockets) enough, but that she knows as well as he does.