#para:z

[wooxzico-blog]

Foundation of the ZPS

Continued

@trulykihyun

Zico’s lips spread into a grin and he entered the apartment when he was invited. He hadn’t interacted with Kihyun much at all but he, of course, knew who he was and Zuri only had nice things to say about him. Just looking at him now, Zico felt good about his decision. He felt like he could trust Kihyun, especially if Zuri did. “Thanks,” he said with a polite nod of his head. “I won’t stay long,” he promised, deciding to cut right to the chase.

“I’ve been worried about Zuri lately and that’s only from hearing what she’s told me herself. I’m worried about her getting hurt, or you know, ending up heartbroken,” Zico admitted, sighing deeply. “It’s our duty to take care of her!” he suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Kihyun with a passionate expression on his face. “You - as her roommate! Me - as her adopted big brother! That’s why I wanted to talk to you,” his expression and tone resolute.

“What do you say, buddy? Do you want to be Vice-Captain of the Zuri Protection Squad?” he asked, extending his hand so they could shake on it.

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blanket forts & pillow fights

@osijin

Jiho stared at his phone. His thumb hovered over the enter key but after another moment, he locked the screen instead. It would be better not to text and that meant calling was certainly out of the question too. A surprise would be much better. It’d be much harder for Jihoon to slam the door in his face over hanging up on him. Jiho’s slightly buzzed logic led him from the nightclub where he’d gone to have a few drinks and cool off after his most recent falling out with a certain habitually sleepy, bitchy, ill-tembered labelmate, to a taxi headed for Jihoon’s place.

He knock-knock-knocked on the door and took a step back, doing his best to put on an angelic smile as he waited for his sunbae to answer the door and invite him inside with open arms. He usually crawled back home after an argument, but not tonight. He was sure Jihoon would let him stay over...if he ever answered the door. Polite tapping gave way to fist pounding and Jiho’s smile slipped down further and further into a scowl the longer he waited.

“Jinnie-Jin-Jin, open up! I know you’re in there!!!” he finally shouted at the door.

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Two Steps Back  [ zico / iron ]

@ironchvl

Dread.

It is a familiar feeling to the idol rapper. Stomach tied in knots, mouth dry, heartbeat rapid, he pulls the black hood protruding from the collar of his coat further down to conceal telltale bleached locks. Head down, sunglasses low on his nose and hands shoved into his pockets, he continued towards the massive building that seemed to stand out amongst the others like a glowing beacon in the cold dark.

Night or day, it didn’t matter. Fans, usually only sasaeng at this hour and photographers, usually only for tabloids at this hour, swarmed the main entrance and surrounding sidewalks, desperate to catch a single glimpse at one of the stars that may be inside. Jiho regretted walking now, but with the way things were at home, he definitely felt like he needed some fresh air before this dreaded meeting.

He slunk closer, circling the perimeter of the group of fans and heading around the side of the building where guarded gates blocked the parking deck. It felt a little bit like he was in a horror movie. One wrong move and he’d alert the horde of zombies milling nearby, thirsting for brains and human flesh. A quick call to security and guards were waiting to help him inside should anyone notice the presence of “Someone” and start a panic.

He was relieved to slip through the gates and disappear inside the building without incident. Revo was a second home to him. He’d spent years of his life within the walls. Now that he was safe, he pulled his hood off mussed blonde hair and slipped his sunglasses inside his coat as he headed for the elevator bank. A young lady was waiting, watching the lights above the door as they descended to ground level. He nodded politely to her when she noticed him, glancing away when he saw the way her eyes widened and cheeks flushed.

He waited for her to enter first before stepping in. “Going up?” she asked. He sighed in response. Normally, the answer would be yes. Up to the second floor to the recording studios. Today, however, was another scenario. “Uh, down actually. B1,” he said softly, suppressing a grimace when she gave a knowing nod.

She pressed the button for basement level one. Jiho had a feeling she was headed elsewhere but was assuring he reached his destination first since, after all, he was a celebrity, an artist; a star. Muffled music and singing echoed through the hall when the doors opened. Even at this hour, there were people here working. Jiho supposed he was no different.

He forgot which room had been reserved so he wandered down the hall like a lost soul until he poked his head into an open studio that had the correct person waiting inside. Jiho scowled and rolled his eyes as soon as he laid them on Wonchul. Asking a hoobae for help? What an embarrassing situation. Luckily, he was a pretty decent guy. One Jiho was pretty sure wasn’t going to gloat to others about the situation or make fun of his poor skills behind his back.

“Hey,” he said casually, not about to bring up the fact that he was half an hour late if Wonchul didn’t.

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Revenge is Sweet [ Z / JH / YG ]

“This is it...Jesus...it’s just how I remember it,” Jiho muttered, his grip on Yoongi’s hand tightening. Closure. It was something he found himself aching for. Something terrible had happened to him nearly a year before and besides nearly losing his life, his life had changed since then in ways that he could never have imagined. He’d gone from an unhappy relationship and a terrible ‘accident’ to a strange new existence without ever revisiting his former life. Standing in the doorway of the apartment he’d shared with his ex-boyfriend, Jiho’s heart was racing out of his chest.

Somehow everything looked just how he remembered it, like Baekhyun had never stepped foot back inside after the ‘accident.’ It wasn’t possible though. He knew there’d been a fire but nothing was damaged. He took a few steps inside, Yoongi staying right beside him. He could feel his boyfriend’s eyes on him, feel his concern and honestly, his silence was the most noteable aspect of the situation. He glanced at Yoongi, offering half a smile as he released his hand and slipped his arm around the shorter boy’s shoulders. “I’m okay, I promise,” he said softly.

He wasn’t exactly sure of that yet but he at least wanted Yoongi to believe it. The fact that Zico had given him the opportunity for a whole day in control of his own body seemed like a miracle on its own. A miracle akin to the demon allowing his consciousness and spirit to return to his body in the first place. He knew Yoongi was the reason for that. He knew Zico was obsessed with Yoongi and Jiho couldn’t blame him.

His catlike eyes scanned the apartment, a piece of artwork hanging over the sofa catching his eye. “Wow...I miss this painting,” Jiho said with a nostalgic sigh. He walked slowly towards it, the memories of what inspired him to paint it washing over him intensely. “I want to take it back with us,” Jiho admitted, looking over his shoulder to see what Yoongi thought, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, black clouds of smoke were hanging under the ceiling, quickly stealing and poisoning the air in the apartment. Jiho looked around frantically, black smoke filling his lungs and making them ache painfully. The fire hadn’t orginated in the kitchen though, there was no sign of fire near the entryway but he could hear the flames. The exit was unobstructed. He could run and escape...but where was Yoongi?!

Jiho turned away from the door and ran deeper into the apartment. He hadn’t wanted to go into the bedroom. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing the bed where he’d been sleeping and had nearly died. But he didn’t have a choice now, he had to find Yoongi. Smoke billowed out from underneath the bedroom door and despite being absolutely terrified, Jiho kicked the door open, his eyes widening in horror as he saw his boyfriend standing calmly at the foot of the bed, surrounded by flames.

It was Zico that cried out as he woke, ripped from the nightmare. He bolted upright in bed, eyes wide. Yoongi was kneeling beside him on the bed, concern etched into his features. His hands were still on him, one on his arm, one on his chest. He could no doubt hear how his heart was racing. He was drenched in sweat and panting as if he’d just run a marathon. Seriously, if he’d been loud enough or thrashing around enough to wake the sleeping beauty beside him, it must’ve been some nightmare.

Even though Zico knew he’d been dreaming some messed up concoction of Jiho’s memories and the fears they now both shared, he couldn’t keep from giving Yoongi a onceover just to make sure he was really okay. He breathed a sigh of relief, scowling as he looked away from Yoongi. He didn’t like looking vulnerable in front of his protege and he didn’t necessarily like Yoongi knowing that he was beginning to genuinely care about him.

“Your boyfriend is FUCKED UP,” Zico growled as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “The least you can do is take a shower with me to make up for it,” Zico decided, half turning to shoot a wicked grin in Yoongi’s direction.