This was actually quite baffling – which explained his reaction – matching the face to the inquiry. And quite honestly, he would have never guessed that curiosity would have caught this cat.
And that this curiosity would have existed at all.
"...As in what excites or arouses me?"
That was a rhetorical question.
With a gentle exhale, he stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his pressed slacks while his thumb traced the metal band around his index. As he wrung the jewelry along the pad of his finger, he grew exasperated in the attempt to create his list. Compiled and organized, he began spitting the topics, "So I really dig Quentin Tarantino films. That needs no explanation, right? Silk ribbons wrapped around thin wrists, clove cigarettes are like dessert to me, youtiao, Hong Kong style donuts. Those are actual dessert to me. Uh, well-defined collarbones? The sound of a purring computer's vent fan in silence. Oh, and a nice ass."
3: What turns you off?
"A lot of things," with a dissatisfied expression, the frown tugging at the corners of his lips, he looked at the other with a sense of disgust.
Well, not a lot of things, but small things that seemed to stick out a lot.
With a careful exhale, he snaked his hand down into his pocket while fishing out the black box of menthol cigarettes, matches hanging off the clasp of the box. Watching as the other observed him, he shot him a glare, "I lost my lighter. Don't judge, you asshole."
Lighting the end, he set the filter into his mouth as he chewed on it, "Sticky substances that aren't quickly washed away are fucking awful. Fidgety people, disloyal company, girls who moan like I slaughtered a baby sheep, the smell of Versace's Bright Crystal, and badly accented Cantonese.
10: How’s the parental relationship?
Touchy subjects always seemed to settle the grout of typical conversation topics. Things like income and politics, health too, seemed to highlight the talks between individuals who were nosy or wanted to know more than what was offered. But the Chinese man knew better than to assume that from the other.
No harm, no foul.
But he certainly felt the overwhelming anxiety cripple at his knees as he forced a smile onto his lips at the mention of his family.
jiyong is very often a paradox wrapped inside his skin, confusing even to himself. at times he is a grenade, a ticking time-bomb, ready to explode at any and every given moment. he feels the fury burning at the deepest parts of him, an unsettling drive that keeps him from being able to stand still or think clearly. sometimes he goes out at night and picks fights and drinks too much, climbing up to rooftops of building just to see if he'll fall.
and then other nights, he is a darkness, the hole in things, a silent albeit intense corner of the room, eyes like firecrackers, wandering over everyone within range. he is still deadly in this state, poised like one of his own sniper rifles, but not so quick to fire at every face that approaches his cross-hairs. he can be something of a riptide; calm on the surface, but hungry and demanding underwater.
his biggest problem however is that he shifts from one to the other too fast, like dancing on nervous feet, the coals burning at his soles. in his line of work, it's important to be ready, important to know which type of destructive to slip into, but he does it without any control, without any hesitation.
these assholes don't know that, however. not yet. they see him and his friend jimin at the bar, minding their own business, talking in low voices, and they just see two piles of meat. jiyong doesn't really blame them, can't really hate them for their boisterous bullying, heckling, and snide laughter. he has picked a number of fights as well, it's one of his favorite pastimes, but being on the receiving end of it is not something he wants. he's the shark, not the bait.
"yah!" he finally calls out after the fifth time this guy has picked at jimin's shoulder, making some dumbass comment about making him his bitch. he’s been trying to keep to himself for jimin’s sake, but this is getting ridiculous. it's the first time he speaks up, but his hands are still wrapped around his glass, his elbows still relaxed on the bar counter. if this guy touches jimin again though, jiyong really will start throwing punches. "cut it the fuck out, go sit your ass down, dipshit."
taehyung isn’t entirely sure why he decided to come along with jimin to a tattoo parlor. one moment they were talking about going out to eat, but instead he’s frowning up at the noisy bell that rings from above the door as they walk into a tattoo parlor. not a restaurant. tae’s stomach grumbles sadly.
❝ alright, what the fuck are we doing here? i swear if you’ve dragged me out here to get a tattoo i’m fuckin’ leaving. ❞ taehyung’s highly unimpressed, brow furrowed. personally, he has never desired getting a tattoo, even though he could easily get a shitty one for cheap, and has the spare change to do so. and even though it’s unlikely that jimin has pulled him out here to encourage tae to get a tattoo, it doesn’t really cross his mind that it’s jimin who’s here for one. he’s too busy being dramatic.
❝ look, you’re my best friend and all, but taking me to get a tattoo is too far. i know i do some wild shit but i’m not about to get poisoned or contract diseases, park jimin. ❞
(kkt → 동생 25) you working a shift tonight? bc i’m bringing friends(kkt → 동생 25) really want them to meet my fav little guy 💛(kkt → 동생 25) i bet you’ve got that bottle flip perfect now
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(drafts → 동생 25) useless, useless :)
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(kkt → 동생 25) now you tell me what the fuck i’m supposed to do with that(kkt → 동생 25) lol come on jimin
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(kkt → 동생 25) overheard some nice things being said about you(kkt → 동생 25) had to chime in hehe(kkt → 동생 25) no need to thank me later this week ;)
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(kkt → 동생 25) for all the shit i give you (kkt → 동생 25) rest assured(kkt → 동생 25) your long island iced tea is tops
[tx; pure child namaste] kinda wish i was more like you???? [tx; pure child namaste] u always seem so…. at peace with shit like how do u do it??
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[tx; pure child namaste] DONT TELL ME I HAD NO RIGHT TO ATTACK THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS [tx; pure child namaste] GODDAMN IT JIMIN I WILL FUCKING FUCK YOU UP IF YOU GO BACK AND APOLOGIZE
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[tx; pure child namaste] have iever told you how prettyi u atre because WOW [tx; pure child namaste] ur prett y like [tx; pure child namaste] w ow [tx; pure child namaste] u + me shuold def 🐍🐍🐍🐍👅👅👅👅
