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He inhaled the sweet taste of strawberry smoke, buzz fizzling just beneath his skin to calm the stresses of work away from his mind, stresses of lyrics unfinished, hooks left in loops of gimmicks that were way too old fashioned to release. But here beneath the peeling paint of orca whales he could escape into his guilty pleasure.

“Are you coming in or what?” his eyes drifted towards the voice, towards his favorite fuckboy- tall and lanky with a natural slouch that showed just how many hours he’d spent hunched over the computer composing. “Or are you planning on spending all night out here with your hipster stick?”

Lifting a brow he shook his head, letting out a bolder laugh, bolder than he’d allowed himself to shake out in a long time. He was soon to calm all the same as he crackled out, “I’ll be right in.”

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Days off, as rare as the sun rising in the west. To have free time and a quiet dorm on a lovely fresh spring morning felt like the most delicious treat he could conceive. The man settled down upon a squashy chair with his mug, soothing chamomile and lavender petals danced within warm purple amber liquid, colors swarming together, merging muddy and serene. “THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO THINK!!!!” SLAM… the door to the sitting room burst open, his dongsaengs flooding his blissful calm with the exaggerated huffs of a play fight… the man rolled his eyes. “HYUNG TELL HIM ABOUT THE STREET CAMERAS THAT ARE WATCHING US!!!” The youngest seemed very adamant about proving his theories. Arms still waving eagerly. “Yes, yes, and Sajangnim is on the other end of the view, checking to make sure you behave yourself in public” he humored them, letting a low smirk rise over his full lips. Watching their mind’s explode might not be the worst morning activity. Yet, the boys didn’t baffle at his clever comeback. They turned to him with foolish grins… “I guess that means he’ll catch you next time you’re off being a fuckboy then, right hyung?” Brows narrowed, his mug clattered to the end table, chasing, pummeling, tickling and screams ensued. “Who’s the fuckboy now!!!” the elder shouted, his serene morning shattered by havoc and laughter.

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“What the fuck did you say on insta live last night?” his best friends chain smoking ass voice drilled into his mind making him ache for something nicer, nails on a chalkboard even? WHAM He threw a pillow directly at his head so hard that the man stepped back a few steps to catch his balance. Maybe it would get him in trouble, fuck it.  “Look at what they’re calling you” there was more of that shouting as the bold relentless man jumped into his bed to smack his cheek a bit. It throbbed deep hazes of aches through his senses, lunging his hangover into a blender of trash.  “Get the fuck off me man!” he finally shouted, the stress on his voice throbbing through his head. He knew he was a fuck up he didn’t need a reminder.  “Fuckboy, Fuckboy, Fuckboy, Womanizer, Drunk, Whiney Bitch???” he read off the comments on his instagram, dismissing the “Fuck me Daddy” and other vivacious snippets of literature from his continuous “loving” fans.  The man paid no attention. He reached for another bottle of bitter amber liquid and took a long drink. 

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His smile was like sunshine peeking through the clouds after a long winter of gray. If there was one thing he could count on it was that the guy would smile. His strong hands wound into the collar of his shirt, edging him along. They didn’t need words, not when the could run. Whipping through the tall grass they dashed up the life around them, butterflies floating away, rabbits rushing disturbed from their lazy morning grazing. The field belonged to them and their race away from reality, away from pressure and drama, romance, fuckboys… The world was theirs to claim, if only for a moment.  

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“Where’s my shirt?” he shouted, eyes darting around the apartment in search. A breeze of dusty city air swarmed through the windows displacing everything the man had already tossed aside in his frenzy, yet still, there was no shirt. Just when he was about to give up a soft laugh whispered through the walls, leading him back to his room.

“What’s wrong hyung?” his friend asked with a playful grin, drawing a squint from his elder. “I can’t find my shirt… the one with my favorite character on it?” the frantic edge to his question burst a fit of laughter from the younger, knocking the wind from his back as he fell to the floor to roll around, pointing up.

Pointing up… his eyes drew up to see that very shirt, a shirt duct taped to the ceiling… and all that could be heard was a grumbled mutter, “Fuckboy…” before chaos erupted.

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