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Why Don't We Go There // Zayn&Matt

Zayn was very excited to be taking Matt on his first date. He had plenty planned that he hoped Matt would like. There was an excellent restaurant on the boat, which had  dance floor and they could get some drinks. Then he hoped they could go walk around a bit, before taking him back to the lounge room from there first night together, where he had a keyboard set up and he could play a song or two for the man. He wanted to make sure Matts first date was as memorable as possible, and even if it fell way over the line of cheesiness, Zayn didn't care.

Putting on tight black skinny jeans, his black boots and a purple vneck shirt. He also wore his glasses and his black leather jacket. After, he went straight to Matt's room, knocking on the door a few times, holding a rose and twirling it as he waited.

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Heartbeat || Minhyuk Daniel

Minhyuk was steamed. No. He was beyond steamed. He was fuming. He was clenching his knuckles so hard, they were white spots shrouded by read. When the young man saw Daniel, he was going to rip him a new one. The furious brunette was already covered in blood and scratches from a fight he had that night, he wouldn’t mind if there was yet anther set of DNA on him.

The demon was a trickster, twisting words and leaving blanks in the contract that Minhyuk was stupid an wanted. He wanted feel death and pain, maybe he could know what his brother felt for a split second, but he didn’t want to actually die. He wanted to beat the shit out of people from the anger his puts out in him; he was never good enough. He was never his dead brother.

Once the rough looking guy came to the area he knew, the one it had nearly been two years since he was at, he cracked his knuckles. He was ready to break bones.

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Working for the Weekend || Minhyuk Yukwon

Another day. Another dollar. Minhyuk had grown numb to things people would nearly lose their wit at. You grow numb to a lot of things when your job is that of a sexual deviant. The man was working to fulfil others fantasies and he don't have a lot of stuff he would say no to. Tonight wasn't any different, it was another client. A casual one, no freaky shit for him to preform tonight. Merely dinner and a fuck. It was a mother who had to weekend to herself, her children out with the man who supplied the seed. What a sorry sap, despite deals made, Min swore to himself he'd never have offspring. Never. And he means never. That's a different story though. As someone could pick up, the client had spoken a little too deep into her personal life. Often time, Minhyuk felt like a therapist on top of a prostitute or escort. He didn't know he was going to get a ten year back story about how some prick got her pregnant twice and then decided to leave for someone with a better body. If the miss hand paid up front, Minhyuk wouldn't have been so willing. He was dazing in and out though. He could only withstand so much before having to shake himself awake. The brunette became far more alert when he saw his temporary roommate in the distance.

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Nic Fit

Minhyuk stood outside the tobacco shop, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his chin buried down behind his scarf. It was cold and he wanted a smoke but it had been at least a month since he supposedly quit. Cold turkey was his path and it was a cruel path. The cravings would hit, especially that stereotypical time after having sex. Being a man of the night who got paid for intercourse, he was growing irritated with the lack of nicotine in his system. He was about to break and but the cheapest pack that he could, just to the taste on the tip of his tongue. There wasn't much that was going to stop him unless fate and destiny through something in his path. Nothing could stop him because there was no one around to stop him from doing it. It was merely his own choice to stop, something about health or other. With his recent change, that being immortal now, what did it matter? He couldn't die and he'd be around for a while. Health was irrelevant at this point.