#glitchcs

[timetbl]

“ there’s no much of a choice when the other choice is to be gnawed by some semi-moving corpse, you know. ”

random oneliner starter for @glitchcs

[aiiirplanc]

@glitchcs / kwangsu & skylar.

       ― kwangsu hadn’t intended for this to happen last night but one thing led to another and next thing he remembers is waking up naked in his hotel room, covered by his sheets with a young man sleeping next to him. not that he minded of course - everyone needed a little release once and a while and perhaps his drunk self thought that he needed it. kwangsu props his chin on the palm of his hand and he looked over last night’s companion closely; the boy is younger then him and very attractive. ❝cute,❞ the boss mutters to himself as he continues to watch the young man sleep on. ❝very cute.❞

[minxygi]

@glitchcs​ continued from here 

✆  →  skyy

> yeah. > wait, is there alcoholic milk tea?  > would that even taste good?

[anticoagulvnt-blog]

@glitchcs​ sold their soul for a // starter

this   is   NEW   TERRITORY,   but   no   matter   how   much   Noah   argued   and   complained   to   Jintaek,   the   older   man   would   not   let   up   on   his   decision   to   send   him   here.   it's   just   like   the   hotel   you   usually   stay   in--   yeah,   no   the   HELL   it   is   not.   but   he   couldn't   turn   down   his   MISSION.   though   Jintaek   is   dangerous,   Noah   knows   he   won't   hurt   him   should   he   find   a   way   to   FLEE   where   he'd   been   planted   at,   but   he   doesn't   want   to   solely   for   the   fact   that   this   is   paying   good   money.   DIRTY   money,   but   good   money   nevertheless.

HE   FUCKING   HATES   HIS   JOB,   but   it's   all   he's   known   for   the   past   NINE   years   of   his   life,   and   probably   the   only   thing   he'd   DIE   knowing.   he   views   himself   as   PATHETIC   because   of   it,   but   as   long   as   he's   making   money   to   support   himself   and   provide   even   the   slightest   ounce   of   happiness   to   his   disgusting   lifestyle,   then   he'd   push   on.

only   two   clients   down   out   of   a   given   goal   of,   Noah   quits   for   the   time   being,   wandering   out   into   the   halls   of   this   strange,   foreign   building   to   find   somewhere   to   escape   --   somewhere   to   BREATHE.   he's   tired,   and   although   he   has   a   bed   to   sleep   in,   it   isn't   safe   to   stay   inside   of   that   room   right   now.   he   needs   time   to   RECOVER   and   if   he   hadn't   left   now,   then   he'd   never   have   the   chance   to.

Noah   finds   himself   aimlessly   roving   through   the   corridors,   often   looking   over   his   shoulder,   keeping   his   gaze   focused   behind   him   for   some   time   which   allows   him   to   clumsily   bump   into   the   corners   of   the   wall,   door frames,   vending   machines,   etcetera.   it's   annoying   how   many   times   such   a   mistake   REOCCURS,   but   he   knows   he   has   to   --   quite   literally   --   watch   his   back.   and   he   knows   letting   down   his   guard   would   be   a   mistake.

however,   he   doesn't   ponder   the   fact   that   focusing   too   much   behind   him   while   running   into   things   in   front   of   him   could   lead   to   disaster.  

his   breath   catches   in   his   throat   when   he   collides   with   another   being.   he   turns   to   facing   them,   hoping   and   PRAYING   to   the   godless   skies   up   above   that   it   is   not   a   client   sent   to   him.   if   it   is,   he   might   run   and   deal   with   Jintaek's   yelling   later.   

"sorry!""   he   apologizes,   bowing   three   times,   avoiding   eye   contact.   "i   wasn't   paying   attention,   i'll   do   better."

[herayth]

   // @glitchcs

            “    yah  ---  do  you  think  conning  people  is  easy ?   ”     forget  the  fact  that  they  were  in  a  public  place  ,   forget  the  fact  that  she  hasn’t  seen  him  ages  ----   minkyung  would  raise  a  palm  and  slap  it  down  on  the  table  anyway  ;   loudly   .   all  in  the  name  of  being  dramatic   ,   of  course   .     “   coming  up  with  countless  stories  and  wasting  money  on  throw-away  phones ?   huh ?    ”     then  in  a  grand  gesture   ,   she’d  lean  across  her  coffee  ,   slumping  over  the  wooden  surface  ;   her  hand  clutching  at  her  neck  as  she  pouts  up  at  him    .     “   my  throat  hurts   ,   sky  .    doing  multiple  voices  like  that  might  actually  kill  me  someday   .    ”    a  pause  ;  eyes  blinking  before  eventually  ----   she  smiles  .      “    so  what  do  ya  say ?   mind  lending  me  some  money  for  ol’  times’  sake ?   ”  

[badfix]

╰ @glitchcs ›

“…yeah..so like, if you’re tryna hide or somethin’..you suck at it.”

“No, I’m not-” She looks at the rune on her forearm, a grin forming on her features. “I wasn’t expecting this thing to work.”

[spoiledsovls]

send me  🍸 for a moodboard of our muses ★ sky & hye. ( @glitchcs )

(sms) i want to die, sky. (sms) leave me alone. > boo fucking hoo hye > i want to die too > pretty damn sure there’s a handful of people that want to die > you wanna be that selfish and actually do the shit?

[epigrvm]

i want the k

﹙  SEND ME ‘I WANT THE K.’ //  ACCEPTING. ﹚          —— @glitchcs​​ received a HOT, STEAMY KISS from sangcheol.

                   《 ※ 》     HIS HEAD TOSSES BACK, chest heaving ever so slightly while he takes in a deep breath of fresh air. The both of them had just finished finished coming back from tagging up some walls with fresh cans of spray paint. They were already drunk to begin with, prior to bombing the stone partition. Pre-gaming. Guzzling a bottle of whiskey in the midst of ( somehow ) doing a decent job with getting his tagging name plastered on the wall. Luckily, they didn’t get caught and casually made it back to Cheol’s place for even more to drink. The inside of the older male’s place had become far too hot and he wasn’t planning on blowing up his electricity bill by blasting the air conditioner. Instead he suggested they take it outside on the rooftop of his apartment complex. Better view of the city up there anyway. Open space, fresh air, not having to worry about feeling claustrophobic. ❝  Oy, we need to do this shit more often, even if your drunk ass did a mediocre job on that wall though . ❞ A jest. A jest that soon received a shove to his shoulder and Sangcheol nearly topples over, almost bringing that opened bottle of whiskey with him. So he decides to return the favor and shoves the younger male back. And there’s an exchange with a mixture of light punches to the arm, jabs to the stomach or shoves to the shoulder — combined with bouts of laughter or grunts. 

❝  Ya fuckin` shit, nearly made me spill again !  ❞  Swiftly, the older of the two straddles Skylar, pinning him down beneath him with a fist raised in the air, readying himself to lightly punch him. However, for some reason, after staring at that face scrunched up, eyes tightly shut ready to take on the punch, something inside of him tells him no. But instead to——Soon lips firmly meet once Sangcheol leans down, the hand that had been balled up into a fist is now cupping the other’s cheek, body curled over. Plush tiers linger there, deepening the kiss as soon as his head tilts to the side. His lips move against Skylar’s, kissing him hard and taking in the way those pink petals feel pressing this intensely to his. And they hungrily leave an impression upon those tiers, parting to leave open-mouthed kisses. Until finally he gets shoved back and it’s then it hits him like a train. And he feels it, in his stomach, the wind completely being knocked out of him. It’s then he realizes, the younger male had punched him right in the gut and the sky is spinning. Fuck.