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3: back kiss  ( ˘•૩•˘ ).｡oஇ 

It was one of those days again; spiteful words hurled against each other and furniture flung around.Their fights usually don’t get violent, but they both woke up on the wrong side of bed today, with a low level of tolerance. Jiyong didn’t even remember what they were arguing about (he reckoned it was probably something trivial), but Seunghyun’s shouting back too, his eyes glassy and voice beginning to go hoarse. Jiyong saw how Seunghyun’s shoulders heave upwards and down, how the last shatter of vase that spluttered all over the floor, and he threw his hands up and card his hair hastily then spat out, “I’m not going to fight with you.” Anymore, I’m not going to fight with you anymore, I’m done.

Jiyong recently had the habit of finishing sentences, or basically translating what people said to what they really meant (or so he thought). He knew he saw something reflective, something riling upwards but Seunghyun’s always bought a size or two larger than he was so the sleeves were always over his fingers or even able to fully cross it. But then he turned around, and headed for their room and he could see the scales jutting out behind his back, his grey pullover stretched to a maximum, a first time to such a sight.

And suddenly Jiyong felt so stupid for the fight (because Seunghyun’s really agitated), he saw the mess they created and wondered how did it even end up that way, and from how he saw it, he could either ignore it and trudge back to any other rooms but theirs, leave the apartment (like what usually happened after a fight), or just apologize straightaway and make the fuck up. It wasn’t that hard was it, admitting to your wrongs and saying sorry. The problem was they didn’t ever really say sorry, so there wasn’t an excuse of how that word would ever grow old between them.

He knew how much it would hurt the younger, his scales, even though he could conjure a lot of power with it too. It was white-hot electrifying pain, Jiyong recalled, one night when he finally asked him about it while caressing his nape absent-mindedly. Seunghyun looked distant when he described, and Jiyong vowed (inwardly) to shower him with love and comfort.

So he rose to his feet, and padded across the hall, avoiding the shards of glasses and paused at the door of their room. The door’s ajar, and Jiyong peeked in. Seunghyun was now topless, but he saw how rigid and slow he was when removing the pullover and how he had to awkwardly flung it aside in his stiff position with his protracting claws. He never really knew how Seunghyun overcame them when his claws riled up, though he always managed. Jiyong never told him, but he always thought Seunghyun was beautiful; sure the scales created inconvenience throughout his life and pretty much made him the way he was (with a lot of pent-up rage) but that was who he was, and even if Seunghyun couldn’t see the beauty of it, Jiyong did.

And he was never afraid of the younger, not once, because he knew Seunghyun’d never hurt him (even though he did before several times, accidentally, but the look of horror on Seunghyun’s face was the worst pain of all), and maybe that was why the raven-haired was so aggressive towards the blonde at times. Their relationship wasn’t all smooth-sailing when they got older and out of the ‘teen boys experimentation’ stage when you could get away with kissing on the pretext of slapping the label as best friends on each other. Seunghyun would push him away because he didn’t want to hurt Jiyong, and Jiyong would provoke Seunghyun to get a reaction out of him because he didn’t want to be shunned away.

The blonde pushed the door until it hit the wall to announce his arrival without being verbal, and Seunghyun flinched a little, but he remained in his position. Jiyong looked at the scales and tentatively brushed his finger against it, then slowly wrapped his arms around the younger. It was hot, but not scalding, and Jiyong wasn’t going to let that heat stopped him from embracing the cambion.

“What are you doing?” Seunghyun sounded alarm, but he had to remain calm for the scales and calws to fully revert back to being dormant.

“Hugging you.”

Jiyong carefully placed his cheeks on his back and wrapped his arms tighter. He knew how much the younger crazed over backhugs. “Jiyong,” the blonde could hear the raspiness of his gravelly voice, and also how much it stained of distress. I could hurt you, stop. Jiyong finished for him inwardly.

He didn’t care, and he wasn’t going to let go.

Seunghyun felt something soft, tender and warm pressed against his nape, and how his skin began crawling a little at that, in a good way though. He could feel it trail down from his nape to the either sides of his shoulder blades, and slowly to the center of his back and the blood in his veins pulsated faster at the dangerous game Jiyong was playing. But he also could feel how his heart seemed to be bursting at its seams. Seunghyun’s scales gone back down after a few moments but Jiyong didn’t stop kissing. Slowly, tenderly, the sound of skin lapping on skin emitting and that made his body ached in a different way.

“Jiyong you can let go now,” Seunghyun grinned.

More kissing sounds, they grow louder.

So instead the younger whirled around, so fast Jiyong almost lost his footing but Seunghyun wrapped his arms firmly around his lithe waist and caught him. They’d done this a thousand times but Jiyong’s heart always had the same reaction to such close proximity with the cambion. It pounded rapidly against his ribs, and Seunghyun stared at him with his perforating gaze and a lop-sided grin forming.

Jiyong exhaled out, “I’m sorry.”

I never meant to hurt you, never. The words die at the tip of his tongue and he hoped Seunghyun had a habit of finishing sentences too.

“I’m sorry too,”

And it’s okay, because I Iove you. (Jiyong finished the sentence for him.)

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6: fingers     kiss ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Jiyong waltz around the ballroom lazily, sipping glasses of champagneafter champagne and makes pointless conversations with people he doesn’t knowthe names to. He waits impatiently for that familiar face to appear before him.“Having fun?” a sultry voice behind his ears. Jiyong licks his lips.

“This isn’t really a party.” Jiyong starts, and turns around toface the demon.

“So why you’d invite me?”

He sees Hyuna scoffing slightly, “You saidyou wanted to see a glimpse of my work, I’m showing you and you’re stillcomplaining.” The waiter chooses this exact moment to break their moment tooffer for, “Some wine sir, ma’am?” He’s got a beaming smile on and Hyuna glaresat him. Jiyong swaps his (half-full) champagne for red wine. Jiyong arches aneyebrow and prompts the glass towards her. She refuses and folds her arms. SoJiyong shrugs and gulps it down in one shot.

“Can you be more classy.” The brunette hisses, more of a statementthan a question. It is also the same time the music changes to something slowerand the voices hush a little. “OK.” Jiyong grins, and places the empty glass onthe table, and swoops Hyuna right into his arms, and sways her along with themusic. “Classy enough, my lady?” He pulls her in close, and nibbles her earlobea little, and kisses her neck gently. “Don’t,” Hyuna places a handinstinctively on the ginger’s chest which breaks the close proximity. Her eyesare shining, but her tone is warning.

“Fair enough, you’re working now. I’ll see you when you’re off?”Jiyong clasps their hands together, and then raises it to his lips, kissing theside of her (fore) finger lightly. Hyuna tries to hide it, but her face breaksinto a smile. “My lady,” He bows, and walks off to the washroom to teleportback home.

 The sweet scent of Hyuna lingers on Jiyong and he straightens hissuit, a grin worn on his face.

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15: last kiss (´ε｀*)

Maybe it doesn’t have to be this way? Jiyong racks his brain hardfor alternatives, but he comes up empty. He doesn’t want to believe the facts laidin front of his eyes, but the truth hurts they said. He honestly rather becoated in sugar and lies than be awakened with the truth.

He hated witches; he hated them with every fibre of his being,because it reminded him of his stupidity, his capability of ceaseless lovewhich amounted into nothing when the witch took away his all. And now the girlhe thought he could spend his eternity with had been lying through her teethall this time, Jiyong doesn’t even know how to react. She begs for him to stay,don’t leave her here all alone, thatshe’s sorry, she didn’t mean to lie, because had he known, would he have fallenfor her? Would he have staked her heart that very night?

Jiyong doesn’t know the answers to her questions because the worldis spinning before him, and he feels that crack in his heart resurfacing back,and Hara is still clinging onto his legs. He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t, becausehe’s void of emotions, or so he likes to believe but then he finds himselfeverytime, toyed mercilessly in the name of love. A silent tear cascade downhis cheeks and Jiyong feels numbed.

He promptly sinks back into his comfort zone which meant Gdragonwould come out to play, and that’s anything but pretty.

The demon looks down at Hara, who’s bawling her eyes out and tellsher to stand up. It’s the same voice, but a different demeanour. He gentlylifts Hara up, but his eyes are glassy when he stares back at the witch. Hewipes her tears away, and lifts her chin up, then kisses her, feels for a finaltime how those lips feel against his, tender, wet (because she continues tocry), and etches the taste of her cherry lips into his sea of memory. As thekiss deepens, and their tongues meet, the demon manipulates the molecules ofhis right hand until it becomes as cold as his heart.

He places it on Hara’s neck, which she gasps and recoils from thekiss and from him, but he holds onto her hard, and he sees she’s trying toconjure fire, and Jiyong prevents that as he grapples her wrist tightly withhis other (chilly) hand. “Ji,” she splutters, and her eyelids flutter untilthey shut and her body goes limp and she becomes unconscious. Jiyong notes herbreathing goes slow and leaves her on the ground. He figures he’s done withlove and romance. He’s washing his hands off it.

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11: gentle     kiss |(￣3￣)|  

Jiyong had always taken afond in teasing the singer, because her reactions always amused him. So todaywas no exception, when he kept shamelessly flirting with chaerin, and saw how hercheeks always flushed a shade as close as her ruby red lipstick and herstuttering began. Though unlike usual, where she would either try her hands witha snarky comeback or just walk away, then return to the studio after composingherself, she had a hard expression worn on her face when Jiyong flirted withher again.

“Oppa, I think maybe we can wrap up after this song.” She started off, as she clicked away furiously,eyes not leaving the screen. “We’ve only done four songs; I thought you’redoing a full album this time round?” The ginger-haired asked, with a penresting on his chin. Despite being a freelancer (basically an artiste without alabel), Jiyong was still rather well-known in the industry. And the duo hadbeen friends for a while now, Chaerin thought they could work on an albumtogether, and Jiyong could put his producing skills to good use.

“Maybe I’ll head back to myown studio after this, four songs as collaboration is ok.” She said quietly.Jiyong frowned, because that wasn’t what they planned and agreed on. Businessaside, they were friends, and Jiyong was as passionate about this as Chaerin,and he might just be the brains behind the album and features in a couple ofsongs, it didn’t mean he didn’t dedicate his heart and soul into it. He’dalready gotten the melodies for seven out of the eleven songs they were doing. Andit’s uncharacteristically of Chaerin to just change plans out of the blue. “Why,you can’t handle being in the room alone with only me?” Jiyong joked, extremelyoblivious to the situation. And that’s when Chaerin snapped.

“See, I can’t deal with youdoing that! Playing with my feelings like it’s ok? It’s not; do you know how happy and miserableI’d been since the inception of this project?” She rose to her feet and startedpacking her things, haste in her actions. Jiyong’s taken aback and finallyrealized the damage he’d done. He stood up as well, and held Chaerin’sshoulder. “Look at me.” Jiyong said.

The younger ignored. “Chaerin,kiss me.” That made her stop, and she turned to face him, incredulous eyesstaring at the demon. “Just give me a peck on my cheek.” Jiyong pointed to hisleft cheek, and tapped on it several times. He leaned in, and Chaerin knottedher brows, but still leaned in (slowly) and just as she was about to plant akiss Jiyong whipped his head around so that their lips met instead. They kissedgently, before Chaerin jerked back, and whispered, “What the hell?”

Jiyong smiled, “I’m sorry Ididn’t know how to say I like you, I hopethat sufficed.”

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19: underwater     kiss  (๑˃́ε˂̀๑ )

(i finally get to do yours T T)

Jiyong can’t believe this idiot, he knows he can be quitea klutz and most of the time in his own world, but this feat—it has takeneverything up a notch. He doesn’t quite remember how and why Junsu has draggedhim to the beach, but just know that it has somehow happened, and the angel (it’scute at the thought that they’re even friends) has been happily playing in theshallow waters near the shore but while chasing god knows what, he’s gone deeperinto the end, and now, he seems to be drowning.

“Ji!” Jiyong hears muffled shouting as he smokes his cigarette(Junsu would be there to swat the cigarette out of his mouth but he’s in thewaters like a kid so Jiyong takes this as an opportunity), and whips his headaround.  A sight of frantic waving andmuch slushing and splashing in the sea, quite a distance from the shore greetsthe demon. Jiyong lets his jaw drop, and so does his cigarette, so he stubs itand teleports in the water immediately.

Proabably a bad idea,though time is of essence, because Jiyong feels how cold the water is(especially since the sun has recently set) and it sends shiver down his spine.He holds Junsu tight, but he’s gone limp. What the fuck, he hasn’t actuallydrowned has he? He could regenerate his own cells, couldn’t he? So Jiyong fullsubmerge himself in the water, and it’s salty and coldcoldcold, and it stings his eyes a little at first when heopens them, but he adjusts quickly to it. Junsu has his eyes closed, lipsclosed, but bubbles form around his mouth and he’s kind of sinking and Jiyongactually panics. Without a second thought, he pulls the angel close to him andcrashes his lips against his (soft lips, a tiny resistance pulling Jiyong backdue to the currents but their lips fit perfectly as Jiyong tilts his head tothe right) , in hopes of passing oxygen. It looks fairly easy in the movies,but he doesn’t even know what he’s really doing, probably stealing his oxygen instead for all he knows. And then Jiyongberates himself, because he could just teleport them back to shore instead ofsticking his tongue down angel’s throat, and that’s when he realizes Junsu’s kissinghim back.

Jiyong’s eyes fire up openimmediately and Junsu smiles into the kiss, hugging the demon rather tightly,legs entwined with each other. Jiyong breaks the kiss and wills them up abovewater, and inhales deeply feeling the fresh air broadening his lungs. “Hyung!” Jiyong says, incredulous. “Ahealer can’t swim, really?” He eyes him and a grin breaks on Junsu’s face. “Ihad a leg cramp,”

Jiyong rolls his eyes. Whatblatant lies. And they stay in the water even after their skins’ gone pruny,clinging unto each other even after darkness blankets around them.

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9: forehead     kiss (´ε｀     )♡

Jiyong can’t quite bring himself to hurt the angel who liesmotionless in his sleep. Peaceful, serene, angelic.It’s weird, he thinks, how much emotions he feels sometimes, and then othertimes when it’s completely void off. Maybe he ought to find his own heart, thisJohn Doe’s heart he gotten years back gets too emotional at times, as if Jiyongknew this man. Maybe John Doe did. Who knows, his own heart could have longrotten away, it has been years.

And Jiyong doesn’t know why, Crowley’s—mighty King of Hell—trust is suddenly wavering towards the redhead. Jiyongscoffed, when Shik came knocking on his door again (he finally used the door) and handed him a mission. By of whichmission, it was really a designated assassination. Jiyong shove the scroll backto Shik’s meek face and blew up the scroll in his fit of anger.

“What has this angel got to do with Crowley? Why me.” Jiyong snapped.

Shik has his posture at ninety degrees, his head hung lowly andvoice shaky. He replies that he’s just a messenger; he doesn’t enquire what theKing doesn’t tell him. Jiyong tells him neverto come by his house again, and if he needs to kill an angel just to shut theking up, he fucking will. And he proceeds over to the angel’s house.

And now here he is, stuck, and Jiyong traces his finger along hisjawline. He’s never gotten such calmness washing over him, but with thisbrunette—he does. He almost feels humanagain. It intrigues Jiyong, maybe he doesknow him. After all, there is still a part of his memory that’s left with a gapinghole (when he was turned into a demon). Sungyeol stirs a little in his sleep,and he pulls his bolster closer to his chest, but he remains lying on his back.

Jiyong leans in, and presses his lips gently against the angel’sforehead, and teleports back to his apartment.