Nov 20, 2018
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yohan and sooji! (for the kid meme hehe)
FOR YOU !
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( @effulgcnt )
closed starter for @effulgcnt‘s wei. kept under read more for general mature theme
–after wiping droplets of sweat off his forehead and flushing toilet, shaoran tried to get up. he smiled wryly at his own, pale reflection showing on hotel’s bathroom mirror. too bad he didn’t bring his toothbrush with him, that acidic aftertaste of his stomach contents wasn’t something he could get used to. the unpleasant reminder of his actions, be it too much drinking, food poisoning or reaction to a dead body lying next room. right, murder. just at the mere thought his stomach twisted up again but the male resisted the urge to drop to his knees again. instead, he carefully rinsed mouth with water, wei asked him not to leave many traces.
“it’s not like they are going to search for clues, it’s all going to look like he suffered a heart attack.” wei would say, trying to reassure shaoran before his initial mission. they were supposed to kill a businessman who harassed one of their girls, almost kidnapping poor mei.
— if everything goes well, the real hotel staff will discover the target once weekend ends. — shaoran assured his reflection, pulled his cap down and left the bathroom. two maintenance workers checking up the air-conditioning after claimed power outage. he did all the small talk – lying through his teeth was something he’d mastered while working as a street dealer. it kept the target busy enough while wei snuck behind him and drove a thin ice pick-like needle into the base of his neck. within seconds the guy’s cheek landed at the table he was just sitting. his face looked like he didn’t suffer too much pain, but it was enough to make the less experienced hitman (if he dared to consider himself that) sick.
wei without a word took care of the scene and after they left the building, instead of uttering any comments he took his partner to a club, like any normal friend would on saturday’s night. shaoran made sure to drink until the part of the brain that creates mental pictures was dead. he washed the image of target’s face with copious amounts of brown juice. beverages numbed his thought processes but didn’t weaken his urges.
he had to get laid that night.
the male could feel wei’s hand on his thigh, nails ramming into the skin when shaoran tried to hold up a conversation with a pair of girls that came at their table. pretty and willing, giggling at whatever joke he threw at them. wei however to other’s dismay… somehow managed to scare them away, with one murderous gazes too many. that’s what shaoran was wondering aloud, two boys squashed on the back seat of a taxi on a way to his home. the driver told him to shut up, and he did, with a help of wei’s lips covering his own.
he was different than most men shaoran would get intimate with. wei bit and claimed, unapologetic and intense. while at home everything was happening so rapidly but shaoran allowed it to happen. he let himself be manhandled and claimed by wei, until they fell asleep together, their bodies well spent. shaoran woke up surprisingly early to wei curled up around him. it's a lot, and shaoran felt the electricity coursing through his veins flare up like he'd been plugged into an outlet or something. brain still foggy from the drinks in his system, wei’s presence and their previous activity.
wei joined him in the kitchen maybe twenty minutes after he left the bed. “i don’t eat breakfasts with one night stands” he mused, fingers tracing over red marks left on his throat, before pointing at two a seat for two, hoping the other would grasp his concept of future for their relationship.
👫 + yeol/joo
send a 👫and i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship: accepting!
ever since they initially met, sungyeol urges the other to call him hyung. at first joobin found it weird, mostly because his family lived in states for over half a century. he only speaks korean at home and in a shopping mall ran by his grandparents in san francisco’s chinatown. his parents are pretty liberal, treating him on fairly equal footing. yeol was born the same year as him but he still insists on being treated as the older brother. joo gives in, because he loves how smug his friend looks when he does.
like when joobin asks him to play born to die for the nth time during their night escapades. he just really loves that album, alright? yeol on the other hand, not so much. that’s at least what bin can tell from his eyes full of existential pain whenever summertime sadness chorus kicks in.(but joo still sees him hum along every now and then, fingers drumming on steering wheel)
they kissed for the first time at their prom. joobin just got dumped by his partner (well, he couldn’t blame her. he’s a pretty bad dancer.) and yeol decided to relieve him with some cheap alcohol he’d managed to sneak in, muttering something about big pockets. hidden under football stadium tribunes, joo tried so hard not to wince at the taste of the beverage, waiting for it to numb him. he still laughed at his friend’s jokes. they were getting funnier the more wasted he was. joobin could taste the lingering spirits on yeol’s breath, fingers reaching up to brush his best friend’s black bangs away from his alluring eyes. the other ran his hand up joo's arm and leaned in. there was a beat where joobin laid completely still before sungyeol leaned forward to kiss him, tongues messily against one another. it likely lasted shorter than he remembered before the older boy pulled back. their eyes locked through the darkness, sparkle in their gazes glinting in the starlight. joo blinked, not quite sure that he could see desire in the edges of his friend’s eyes before the said friend buried face in his chest.it was simple, back then, when it was just the two of them and the moonglow.
from an observer’s standpoint, their conversations don’t make much sense. this entangled mess of english, korean with bits of spanish and magical terminology can only be understood by someone as wasted as them. joobin never notices how often he switches between every language he knows when he talks with yeol. it's natural and the other will always find a way to understand him.
🍷 for ilsung and micha (because drunk micha has no self-control or shame lol)
christmas/winter themed meme! ╱ status: accepting 🍷 / my muse stops your muse from coming onto them while being drunk .
“what are you doing?” he asks, adding space to the small gap she created between them. he’s seen micha drunk before, even more than he would have wanted, but it was never like this. granted they’re almost always in a public scene, but since most bars were closed on christmas eve, and both of them were trapped in his office due to a huge snow storm, she suggested that its best for them to wind down and have a couple of drinks. ilsung should have known a couple is more than she could handle. now he’s just watching her..watching him from an uncomfortably close distance, and for some reason, this made his heart beat faster. the giggles were probably a result of seeing his panicked expression as oppose to his usual calm demeanor. “you’ve had too much to drink. give me that.” he tries to reach for the glass that she miraculously hasn’t spilled yet, swallowing hard when she takes the opening to move closer towards him, still holding each other’s gaze.
🔌 for liam and yeeun!
christmas/winter themed meme! ╱ status: accepting 🔌 / help hang lights or decorate with my muse .
it’s embarrassing, having liam see her tangled in a long string of christmas lights and struggling to hang them up due to her short stature, which lead him to offer some help despite yeeun’s (meek) protests. the library was closed for the day, so it had been a surprise for her when he showed up, though she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t a pleasant one. which brings them to their present state, with ornaments, lights, and garlands scattered on the floor, and a nervous yeeun gazing up at liam, who’s trying to hang up ribbons above the door, all the while holding the ladder in place. “please be careful.” she says for the fifth time that minute. “i don’t think i can cushion your fall all that much..”
flower picking // ilsung & micha ( @effulgcnt )
there’s a long list of things ilsung would rather be doing than be in the middle of a flower picking farm come early december, and yet he finds himself unable to turn down the request of a certain wedding planner - not out of the kindness of his heart, but out of obligation. not only that, it isn’t even his wedding that they’re planning, but his close friend’s - who happens to be on some pre-wedding honeymoon vacation, something ilsung likes to refer to as ‘staycation on acid’. because, really, neither terms should exist.
”tell me again why we can’t just order these online?” it’s his first verbal complaint, but it’s obvious from his expression and the way he lags behind her cheerful steps that he doesn’t want to be there.
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