Writers and photographers crossing among magazines to do small jobs is not a rare sight in this line of the industry. Editors keep in touch among themselves, giving away names and contacts, gossip and important news. Chanyeol has a steadily growing loyal following, which makes him attractive for other magazines covering lesser mainstream topics.
It’s a lifestyle magazine that contacts him, pairing him up with one of their house photographers to do a few articles for their end of the year issue. The topic? ‘10 ways to better your sex’ and the typical, ‘Start your 2016 with raving energy’. He’s not uncomfortable with the topics, but finds it hard how he’s supposed to find worthy enough contacts to interview for this.
The shoot has already been scheduled, and it’s happening in a building somewhere in downtown Seoul. The models, male and female (of course), are fit and thick, and Chanyeol feels no guilt as he sees the male model climb into a makeshift bed, his perky ass in display for everyone on staff.
He wonders how photographers handle this kind of content. But he’s yet to meet Lee Hyunjae, so he can simply assume the man is some pervert in his late 40s who enjoys this kind of fabricated junk.
Jin nodded slightly, “it’s okay. I’ve done this for years so I can help you out.”
Jin smiled softly as he takes the tinsel from the others hand. “I don’t think we will be using this. There is a lot that might not even make it out of the box..Maybe next year when my new house is built. But with this small place, only about half, if that will be used.” He shoves the tinsel back onto the box and looks for the one that says ‘ornaments’ on it.
“I’m sorry I asked you to come...I know there must be better things for you to be doing...It’s just...I had some big plans made up in my mind...and it seems that everything that I plan just falls apart.”
It was a good thing that Jin had kept all of his old Christmas stuff. He had finished bringing the last of it into his tiny apartment. He frowned slightly knowing that not all of it was going to be used until next year, but he could figure that all out later. He looked over at the tree that was standing in the corner of his small living room. Sure, this wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his decorating, but he knew it was still a big job for one person to do. He had recruited HyunJae to help him with this task.
“Ready for the fun and hard part of the job?” Jin asked with a soft smile on his face.
♣:Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
[text] you at work? alone? want to video chat?
✍:For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
This little shit… this punk i really can’t handle him. I don’t know what to do.
the last time i was in love, he left me. he left me in such a fucking permanent way fucking broke my heart, i just… what if he leaves again? and doesn’t come back this time? what the fuck do i do then?!
✎:For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
Simba-
I don’t even know if you live at this address anymore, but you’re not responding to your phone, and so I just decided to do this… I dunno. I hope you’re still alive or whatever. Call me, please.
Please come back.
- JR
☎:For a drunk phone call.
“Heeeeey,” he laughed as his head lolled to the side. “I’m out right now, at a bar, tryin’ to find Charlie, though I think he said he’s not drinking anymore? Or something? I don’t know. Oh shit– Hah, shit, there’s a fight! There’s a bar fight! I’m gonna stir it up. Bye.”
☏:How about a voice message from my muse?
“Call me back. You never answer your damn phone.”
♥:The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you’re allowed to specify what you want.
I like rock and roll, as well as really well sung ballads, I love doggy and pinning people against walls, and I love getting into fights.
∞:A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
They wake up with Jae Rim’s head tucked up underneath HyunJae’s chin, even though he insists that he’s the “big spoon” in all positions.
☯:Here, have a hug from my muse.
(/slips his arms underneath yours to wrap around your waist, burying his face into your neck) Mm…
☮:An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
Either about Jae Rim flirting, or HyunJae not responding to messages or calls for a few days.
♬:Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
(/he draws HyunJae roughly up to him, both hands tight on the man’s waist) Shall we? (/with a bright grin, he grabs your right hand with his left and begins waltzing you around the room) My mom taught me.
♛:My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse’s reaction be to this idea?
(/he bursts out laughing) I think I’m suited to royalty, really. I’d make an excellent warrior king. (/he curls his fingers to gesture you forward and his face spells out nothing easy for you) Want to do your king a favor, pretty one?
♚:You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?
Oh fuck this. You’re not in charge of me and you never will be. (/his face wrinkles up with distaste and unease) Not that I won’t, you know, hang out. If you want some company. Because I want to.
✖:Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.
“No–” Jae Rim drops his knees to the tile roughly and shoves his arms under the water. At first, he’d just thought his lover had been rinsing his hair, but after passing by the door again, he’d gotten worried, and once he was close enough to see the bluish tinge his heart had dropped to his stomach. “HyunJae, wake up. Wake up.” He pats the man’s cheek harshly. “Wake up. You’re not fucking dying on me, you piece of shit, not again, not again.” He grits his teeth against tears as he drags the inert body from the water and begins to perform CPR. “You’re not. Dying. On me.”
☠:Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
Numb. He’s numb and growing number as the pain, the choking madness, the agony, eats him from the inside until he can’t feel anything because he’s fucking feeling everything, and he’d rather die and be buried next to you than continue on with this numbness where you aren’t.
❂:My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
“Ow–” he groans as he goes reeling back. “Jesus Christ, where did you come from, why were you there, why are you so silent, you’re not a fucking ninja, make some noise…”
✈:Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
He tries to hold HyunJae’s hand the other time, ostensibly just to keep contact with you, be sweet, but truthfully Jae Rim really just hates planes. He avoids them, he’s never really had a chance to figure them out, and they make him uneasy. So as the plane takes off his grip on HyunJae’s hand tightens and his eyes shut, and as soon as the drink cart comes around he buys three little bottles of liquor.
☢:It’s too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
ϟ:There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
Pretty well, and probably with Jae Rim’s hands down HyunJae’s pants, and slow, slow, passionately, thrusts against clean, white sheets as the storm rages on outside, until they’re tangled up and panting against each other’s mouths and shoulders and necks, watching the rain slide down the window pains.
☂:It’s pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
He’s much more likely to wrap his arm over HyunJae’s shoulder and draw him underneath the umbrella to share.
✧:Our muses went to eat out- where?
Barbecue, because of Jae Rim’s insatiable appetite.
★:The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
Jae Rim hasn’t told HyunJae where they’re going. He won’t, no matter how his lover badgers him and huffs and threatens, until they’re well out of the city. He stops the car on the side of the road, “I’m not going to murder you,” he laughs, and gestures up at the sky. “Light pollution still sucks, but… eh. Figured it would be nice.”
☾:It’s in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
☼:The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?
“Can I be shirtless?”
☄:My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
Of course he does. “HyunJae, I have no idea where the fuck I am. Send a cab. … No, I don’t know how, just send one. Somehow. Figure it out.”
♤:Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
Probably wrestling, and Jae Rim if he’s trying.
☻:Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn’t- how’d it happen and how’ll mine help?
Jae Rim has no idea how HyunJae’d gotten burned and he hadn’t. JR hates shirts, as everyone knows, and hadn’t applied sunblock despite his mother yelling in the back of his head, while HyunJae had. He laughs and blames on it on his fair, wimpy, skin as he applies aloe to the burns.
♒:Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
He’ll laugh. He’ll laugh his ass off and then try to push HyunJae into the waves again.
♦:Your muse asked mine to marry them, what’s my muse’s reaction?
Panic. Panic in the form of anger, of stuttering and backing up, of trying to scoot out the door and pretend this isn’t happening, because god, fuck, yes he will marry you. He wants to marry you. He wants to have you as his for the rest of his life, assured, once and for all, that you’re not going to leave him.
He wants all of that so badly.
But this whole thing of marriage, fucking– The whole– ordeal, the commitment in a stated form, having it sprung on him with no time to get used to the thought, he fucking panics.
◊:Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
Asking who he needs to beat up even as he’s gathering you close and kissing at your tears.
✘:Scars aren’t very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
“This one… I tried to jump a chain link fence and my arm got caught. This one on my side, got in a fight with a guy I used to know who fucking dressed as a clown. I know, I know.” He laughs quietly. “I have a lot, I know. Got a bunch on my legs. Not really sure where most of them came from.”
✦:My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how’ll my muse ever thank them?
He’s ashamed he couldn’t protect himself. His head hanging with that shame, his hair hiding most of his face, he shuffles up to HyunJae and tucks himself away against him, his jaw gritted, and curls his fingers into his shirt. “Thanks,” he mutters. “I– yeah. Sorry for worrying you.”
I love you and missed you too.... /he followed along behind you, attempting to regain a bit of his composure/ I try sometimes... it's just rare that I'm successful....
I’ll try and cook for you next time, okay? (/he chuckles and turns back to you. He tosses his hair back as he looks you over) ... Hyunjae, come here. Come over here.
53:What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54:Is cheating ever okay?
53: “After brushing my teeth and decided NOW I go to bed I actually spent 45 minutes sorting my jewelry and now it’s in a mess again from me picking my outfit this morning god damn it”
54: “oh gee, I mean no? or I guess if he’s a controlling asshole who won’t let you break up with him and you try to move on with your life but then again that’s not cheating really is it. So no I don’t think so. I do however believe that cheating is very relative and individual. what you classify as cheating someone else might be completely fine with. I do not think it’s alright to break someones trust without them knowing it. You feel me?”
Charlie was so scared you were going to come back, and he was right to be, honestly. I loved him so goddamn much, but nothing, nothing compares to my borderline obsession with you. I love you so much that I’m not sure I’d let you go even if you tried.
But you have tried.
You’ve tried a couple times, even if you didn’t mean to, by fucking leaving. Leaving, and not giving a single word of warning, and then trotting back months later like nothing’s happened.
And I guess there’s nothing I can do to stop you from leaving, huh? Is this what I’m doomed to, waiting for the guy I’d die for to just... maybe come back some day? Hopefully? That’s fucked, HyunJae.
But you know what, I’m gonna. You said it hurt that I dated someone else when I was still, you know... fucking around, when I was with you. I get it. I completely understand. I think it took someone who’s more like ice to calm me down and keep me, and you, my love, are nothing like ice. You are fire and fury and all sappy inside, like the small flames that lick across my skin, leaving tenderness in their wake. That, and not knowing if you’re going to leave again makes monogamy kinda hard to grapple with. What do I do, just fuck around when you’re gone and start dating you when you’re back? Do you have any idea--
Fuck it.
I can complain all I want about you leaving and how much it hurts and how uncertain it makes me, but it doesn’t change that I love the shit out of you, Lee HyunJae. And I want to date you until you’re so sick of me that you up and die of old age.
Just don’t leave.
Please. God, please, Hyunnie. Don’t leave me again. I knew as soon as I met you... And I’ve hurt several people in the wake of knowing that I would love you. I’m a shitty person. You shouldn’t stick around me anyways. I get into fights, I fuck around (when I’m not monogamous), I drink too much, I have no goals in life. Run while you can.
But I’ll chase you, and I’ll catch you.
I love you so fucking much and I don’t think you love me the same, but that’s not exactly stopping me, now, is it?
