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[mcxhoseok-blog]

defective ¡

@mcxbyul

Hoseok could name a lot of things he despised about nightclubs. He hated how loud they played the music, how he always had to shout over all the noise to tell his friend that he was heading to the restrooms, he hated the stench of alcohol and smoke and how stuffy the dance floor always seemed to be.

But in return, there were a lot of things he enjoyed about clubs. He enjoyed the wide range of drinks the bartender could whip up in a matter of a minute or two, at most. He liked the idea of new people, new experiences. He also sort of, kind of liked the dancing (he would never admit that to anyone, though).

So when a friend of his invited him out to this club in particular, Hoseok couldn’t really refuse the offer. He’d known that, at some point or the other, he’d regret it — but he hadn’t given that much thought until he found himself on the dance floor, his buddy nowhere in sight.

He was struggling in the amassed heap of sweaty bodies in the middle of the dance floor for the first few minutes, but then he realized there wasn’t much he could do about that, so he let himself enjoy it, even if surrounded by a sea of strangers.

[mthwasa-blog]

I want the K

11: Collarbone Kiss

getting back and comfortable with the girl who had shattered hwasa’s heart was easier said than done. she’d just start to think she was over it, lips easy to tip and laughs familiar to her tongue, but then– she’d just look, and she’d remember, and she’d be choking on the memories that flashed in front of her eyes, crawling up her throat and watering her eyes and leaving her unable to look at byulyi for a few, drawn out, worrying moments. it was quite a problem.

a few drinks of something alcoholic, however, removed that pain all too easily, replacing it with a straining desire to touch the wonderful girl. she had called her up, voice littered with giddy giggles and stupidity, and to her surprise, byul had delivered. 

at present, she’s draped over byul’s reclining form, feet travelling up her calves and butt perched in her lap. all too comfortable, she pushes away the other girl’s hands when they come too close to rejecting her, childish whines spilling from red painted lips that trail over porcelain skin and print tattoos over collarbones. hwasa’s voice, sweet as sin, sounds through the room. “did you miss this, byul?”

[mxseohyun-blog]

( ‘stuck on you ) ; sjh&mby

                                    [ @mcxbyul ]

     [✽] seo joohyun was completely drowning in lies. the witch should expect some regret in her heart, but there was nothing there. It was a needed sacrifice. she had done this for the sake of her own magic. ghosts had always been interesting creatures to her, but vampires could be so much interesting. that was how her life ended up being tangled with moon byulyi’s life.

      seohyun had given her her neck and unknowingly, byul had given her a way of studying her.

      the witch obviously never revealed her true intentions to her, not because she was afraid, but because she didn’t want to take the risk of her not allowing her. in someone else’s eyes, byul was an experience and nobody likes to be treated as a guinea pig, right?

      that was why seohyun had kept it a secret, only indirectly implying that she had some sort of feelings for her or that she cared for her, even if it was a mere pretense. she didn’t even have to be stronger, it was only because she was curious about the undead species. it was a safe way to increase her knowledge in the magical specialty that she loved so much - the mediumship.

      that was exactly why she was there again. in the same place they had met so many times before. even if the repulsion, for giving to someone something that was only hers, had been there in the first times, seohyun got used of this. with time it became almost like a habit in her routine. her magic already recognized the place and her feet already led her to there, without even mentioned when she was going. the witch was there, because she was supposed to be there.

      Standing in front of the door, she knocked at the door. the wait for her to open up was actually what had always made her impatient, but she knew byul was there. it was a matter of time before she opened the door for her.

[mxjimin]

I want the K

5. firm kiss

jimin, under normal circumstances, doesn’t kiss strangers without permission. it’s not something he likes to do, either-- but this is a special situation, and this woman seems to be his tool for evading the people stalking him.

he’s been diving in and out of bars and nightclubs for an hour now-- and someone is following him. he can’t see their faces, identify who they are, but they’re there, lurking on his heels and in the shadows, waiting for a moment for him to be alone. and jimin has no idea why.

it’s the fourth club, now, out of seven establishments total, and he thinks he’s finally lost them. he’s prepared to relax and finally pack his things, go home, leave the dance floor-- and then he feels it again, that foreboding feeling of being watched, and he freezes.

because it’s closer than before. much closer.

“sorry,” he exhales sharply to the closest body near him, pulling them roughly by the wrist and kissing them hard, grip iron on their skin while he watches for his pursuers to disappear.

one moment. two moments. three moments. they’re finally gone.

jimin pulls away with an apology on his face, eyes flickering back to the woman in question, a mixture of trepidation and mischief rampant on his features. “normally,” he started, trying not to sway to the loud music and the bodies pushing past them, “i wouldn’t be caught dead touching a vampire-- but i was dealing with a... problem. i’ll be out of your way, now, though, so thank you for your help.”

always so smooth.

[mxhyosung]

I want the K

1) Hot Steamy Kiss

The lights dazzled Hyosung as she stepped into the club, music pulsating and vibrating all around her. It was a blur of colors and lights as bodies swarmed and moved against her. It had been many, many, years since she’d visited a club and things had changed considerably since then. The people dressed different, the music was louder and more...vulgar, and the amount of lights seemed to have multiplied and intensified since she’d last visited one. Which, considering it had been a good thirty years, shouldn’t have surprised her, but still did.

~So far, the night had been a bust. She had long forgotten how to mingle and play the human game. It was a disappointment, certainly, and the night seemed all but wasted until a long-haired beauty sat down beside her. Just as the lights had thirty minutes before, this girl dazzled Hyosung. She found herself staring in admiration, jaw somewhat slack in a cartoonish manner until the girl turned with an understandably confused and concerned look. Hyosung’s eyes darted away and she sipped out her drink until she realized that words were drifting over her softly and melodically and she realized the girl was talking to her.

~

The dance floor opened up a new side to Hyosung that she hadn’t been aware existed before. She’d never been much of a dancer, considering herself “too old” in human years to learn how to dance, and not having legs in the sea kept her from learning when she was younger. But this woman, Moonbyul, was showing her how. Electric was in the air as the other wrapped her arms around Hyosung’s waist, Hyosung’s arms draped on Moonbyul’s shoulders. Their bodies slid together like waves rolling over one another, slick with sweat and anticipation. Here was an opportunity she hadn’t had before, and she was going to take it.

One hand slid to cup the girls cheek before gently pushing Moonbyul’s hair out of her face. With a small smile, she leaned in and pressed her lips against the other woman’s tentatively, testing the boundaries and if she had gone too far, only to be pleasantly surprised as the kiss was returned with greater force. Soon, Hyosung’s eyes closed and she pressed herself closer against her new “friend”, her lips parting to take the others lower lip in between them and gently sucking on it, before letting go and trailing kisses down her neck with a smirk. This had turned out to be a pretty good night after all. 

[tayaii]

hi was wondering if you have an mp3 version of your find the spectrum audio? wow it's so eargasmic im so inlove TTTT but if you don't want to share it - it's fine. ^^

yes, actually, i do! it’s available for download on my cousin’s soundcloud, where i uploaded it. you can find more mashups we did there as well.

[mxyongsun]

❝「 CORRUPT ━ kys&mby .

@mcxbyul

if she recalled properly, this wasn’t part of her job. 

not that anyone even hired her to do whatever she was doing. this was simply part of her duty. the purpose of today’s hunt was to exterminate a vampire lair that was notorious for luring in young girls under the age of twenty. the vampires that had a specific vip room they stay in had a penchant for girls with snow white skin that they can pierce their incisors in. there have been twelve cases of girls missing in the span of three months only. and yongsun was determined to kill every single one of them.

kotarou was waiting behind a certain bar and was ready to aide yongsun if she needed backup. they both knew that with just two of them it was almost impossible to battle a group of five or more vampires. but they were determined to at least lure them out somehow. the club was packed and each and every civilian is their responsibility to protect.

she remained on the dance floor, trying to blend in the crowd. despite the groping, grinding and inappropriate touching, she had a face of blankness. she played along, though, and even talked to some of the guys that spoke to her. so far, not one of the vampires they suspected have left the vip room. 

she wondered how long she’d have to suck it up and not push every single one away from her. kotarou had even bought her boots and a short little black dress and a vest to match her disguise. her stake was in between her legs, covered by the length of the dress. she also had a few tricks up her sleeve inside the pocket of her vest if needed be. 

despite the loud music, she made sure to let her eyes wander around the place, her gaze sharp and senses alert.

[mthwasa-blog]

my one and only.

hwasa always thought of herself as forgiving. the boy who had leaked her relationship to her parents? misunderstood and ignorant. her parents who had swiftly kicked her out? just the same, and probably understanding and caring if she ever wandered back home.

the girlfriend who had left her out in the woods...? hm. shocked. it’s not like it was a pretty sight.

cut to years later where she’s happily free of judgement and with a home to call her own. being unbelievably dedicated to the bakery she had put everything into, hwasa barely ever had the time to do anything other than try out new recipes and forcing friends to give criticism. since she enjoyed it, she never found a problem with it -- until her recipe reservoir had been drained and she was left with nothing to do on a night with activity buzzing outside.

it didn’t take long for her to decide to join the excitement of night life, despite being alone and with no idea of where to go. dressed to her best, she mingled in with the travelling crowd, picking up on words brimming with zest and murmured club names. she chose one group at random to follow, disguising herself by pretending to be busy on her phone and just wandering through the city. it worked perfectly, and she was soon stepping beyond the boundaries of the club.

noise instantly assaulted her. shouts of chatter above the booming music filled her mind, dragging her in further and further until she was settled by the bar, lips popping and brushing her hair out of her face. a lazy hand waved the bartender away, giving her the solitude to look around. all she saw at first was a crowd of bouncing heads, hair creating a forest over the dancefloor; but then she looked further and higher, and her eyes landed on who she presumed was the dj -- a girl who she instantly placed as all too familiar, eyes wide and throat running dry as a desert. 

she rose to her feet without thought, red lips slack and heart beating against her chest. it seemed as though there was suddenly a path between all the bustling bodies, and she followed it, trance-like, until she ended up right in front of the dj’s booth, eyes trained on who must be the girlfriend from so long ago. the song playing ended, giving everyone a break, and hwasa took a deep breath.

but then, she realized she looked like a fucking idiot.

“um-- shit, oh god. i’m sorry, i thought you were, uh-- someone i knew.”