#oncebattled

[ofdamnation]

           ‘  hey  ,  i  thought  we  were  staying  in  tonight  ,  ’   by  this  point  they’re  both  aware  what  that  means  .   ‘  come  sit  ,  i’ll  order  in  some  food  .  we  don’t  have  to  go  out  tonight  .  ’   that  just  means  lee  has  to  wait  much  longer  to  get  you  alone  again  .     //     @oncebattled​  based  on  ‘ no  strings  attached  ’  from  this  post  here!​

[spoiledsovls]

@oncebattled​.

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“you gotta stop leaving your door open. what if someone else in the hall barges in and.. who knows.. fucks up all your shit?” it was highly unlikely, their dorms had high security of who could come in and come out (which also meant they’d have to sneak in guests if they had any.) but luckily it was open so he didn’t have to knock on the door with his leg -- or head -- if it came to it. for some reason, jaehyun was the one who was up in the morning, bothering jaechan when it should have been flipped around. he was so exhausted from the other night that he fell asleep early, maybe it had its perks. he gives the coffee to him and right when jaehyun sips his own coffee, he almost spits it out from the moan he lets out. “ugh, with closed doors, jaechan--!” he laughs, hearing it had caught him off guard but he holds the coffee in his hands, sipping the hot substance. “am i really your favorite person? wow. inflating my ego there.” he hums, looking over the painter’s shoulder. “you’ve been working on this for... how long?”

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One horror movie tuned into two, and halfway through the second he could feel his eyes getting heavier. It had become a ritual – her checking on his bandages and then having popcorn and movies until he fell asleep. Kitae was determined to find the one movie that would make her crawl out of her skin, but thus far she’d managed to dodge his every attempt. He had to admit…

That was impressive.

This time, though? He drifted off to sleep before he could finish the ONE MOVIE he knew was going to do the trick. His dreams were usually uncomfortable, especially since the attack, with his head replaying in vivid color what happened, what was said, how he felt in those last moments before he lost consciousness on that cold concrete. Except this time, it wasn’t him. It was her. And it was enough to cause him a blind panic. Kitae rushed her side in his dream, a chorus of ‘no, no, no’ and her name falling from his lips – words spoken aloud as they were spoken in his dream.

He kissed her softly, hands smoothing hair back from her face as he promised he would get help. It was the movement against his body in the waking world that pulled him from his sleep, that had him jerking away as he realized he was actually kissing her – almost in a panicked frenzy. The pain in a popped stitch brought him to his senses, had him looking up at her with fear-filled eyes.

She was okay. He was okay. But holy shit, he’d just kissed her like their lives depended on it…

And yet, he wasn’t sorry – even as he said the words.

“I’m sorry,” mumbled as a hand covered the popped stitch in his side. “I just…it was a bad dream. I’m sorry, Nayoung. I…” Fuck. “You probably want to leave now, right?”

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starter for @oncebattled​ muse: hwang jia based: this plot

jia really isn’t the type to get sad over things like being single on valentine’s day. it’s just a dumb corporate holiday, anyway. but she likes the excuse to have fun and get drunk -- which she thinks she’s probably achieved by now, feeling more than a little tipsy as she finishes her third glass of wine this evening. “this movie is boring,” she admits eventually, looking over at the other. “can we do something else?”

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[wollfteeth]

his bags felt heavy on his shoulders, letting out a muttered string of curses fumbling his keys to unlock his front door to his home. it’s been a good month away from home, loading his cameras memory card with shots that’ll hopefully get him a decent check. it was jamaica this time, the beaches around this time of year are really beautiful. it’s too bad he has to experience it all alone. jericho pushed through the door to toss his keys on the usual island that separated the kitchen and living area. everything seemed fine, in place as normal. jeri made his way to his bedroom only to jump back to find edvard sprawled out on his bed like he owned the damn place. “seriously? holy fuck,” he groaned, removing his hands that covered his face in frustration and slight horror? he should learn to expect things like this having someone like edvard in his life. jericho threw the smallest of his bags to hit him in the back. “off my bed, sunshine. how damn long have you been here?” of course he let him know when he’d be returning but jesus. locks aren’t that important to edvard, clearly. maybe a part of jeri was worried about him after all. “everything okay in there?” he ruffled his hair with a fond smile after throwing the rest of his packed duffel bags onto the floor to deal with later. “hate that you denied my invitation to jamaica, by the way. i don’t know if i can ever forgive you.” { @oncebattled​ }

[neonhymn]

closed starter for @oncebattled​

Shen was worn out, more so than usual. There was still another two hours left of his shift and all he wanted to do was go home. Rest his eyes even, but the heat in his chest reminded him that sleep wouldn't come that easy. Sharing a body with a being that didn't terribly care for it made it impossible for him to do important things like rest. Maybe he kicked the back door of the restaurant a little harder than necessary as he walked out with his hands occupied with trash bags, but he was reaching his limit lately. Emael was never going to let him know peace. He made his way over down the alley to the dumpster behind the restaurant he worked at, stilling at the figure standing at the sidewalk beside it. Shen was a curious fellow and always eager to meet new people, even though it got him into the mess he was in in the first place. "Can I help you?" he asked with a polite smile after tossing the trash into the cans and absently wiping his hands against his apron. Emael seemed to stir within him though, the stranger perking his interest and if that was happening that meant this encounter was already a dangerous one. "Um- the restaurant entrance is over that way. This door is for the staff," he pointed at the other entrance meekly. Shen was scared and needed to leave but when he tried to move his legs they wouldn't budge. Emael wouldn't allow it.

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soft interactions. — @oncebattled !!

the hood of the car was still warm and it perfectly eased the autumnal chill slowly creeping into the night. she doesn't want to leave her spot. the view of city lights before them was something cindy cannot easily take her eyes off of. the radio station started playing an old love song her father used to play whenever they drive home. a memory from the backseat as she watched her parents serenaded each other. it was lovely, but her heart wrenched with grief. a hand and an offer for a dance halted her reverie and she rolled her eyes at the act.

"you're so cheesy," she huffed but here she was in the arms of the other, gently swaying along to the music softly crooning from the car speakers. the stars twinkled above them like glitters speckled all over a little black dress. she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling, too proud to admit that the gesture was sweet. still, she stayed, waltzing under the night sky. "you're right. it's beautiful out here. how did you found this spot?"