#pcrsonas

[2359krw]

@pcrsonas​ !

    ✦     it’s  not  like  prince  WANTS  to  get  married  .  he’s  never  really  cared  for  marriage  —-  having  watched  his  own  father  manipulate  his  mother  until  her  untimely  death  when  he  was  still  a  child  —-  but  marriage  to  someone  he  barely  knows  is  another  story  entirely  .  he’s  not  even  sure  how  he  got  to  this  point  ,  really  .  he’s  been  fake  dating  elizabeth  for  a  while  to  keep  his  father  happy  and  unsuspecting  of  his  life  with  jaeson  ,  and  things  just  …  got  out  of  hand  .  one  day  he’s  having  lunch  with  elizabeth  and  his  father  ,  and  the  next  thing  he  knows  his  dumb  mouth  is  running  off  about  their  marriage  plans  .  fast  forward  a  few  days  ,  and  it’s  headline  news  .  khim  industries  heir  prince  khim  to  marry  actress  elizabeth  lee  .  it’s  a  mess  ,  and  prince  knows  it  .

    more  than  that  ,  he’s  not  had  a  chance  to  tell  jaeson  yet  —-  and  he’s  terrified  .  he  hopes  the  other  will  understand  ,  but  that  doesn’t  stop  him  from  being  nervous  as  he  pushes  open  the  door  .  stomach  drops  as  he’s  confronted  by  his  boyfriend  almost  immediately  ,  and  he  shakes  his  head  .  “  jae  …  it’s  not  like  that  ,  you  KNOW  it’s  not  like  that  .  ”  he  knows  it’s  not  an  ideal  situation  ,  but  it  also  could  be  a  lot  worse  .  “ it’s  not  …  it’s  not  REAL  .  ”

“no, i don’t know, prince.” jaeson turned to face the other, “so now i have to watch you get married to someone else? what if you were in my shoes? what if i was the one that was getting married?” he asked his lover exasperatedly, brows furrowed as his lips quivered. “i don’t care if it’s not real, prince...” his shoulder slumped as he exhaled a shaky breath, his palms rubbing his face. “i just... why didn’t you tell me?” 

jaeson doesn’t know if he’s ready. he was fine with them being a secret, but for the world to know that prince was married to someone else? “what if someone finds out that we’re together? i don’t want to them to think that– that you’re having an affair.” despite his heart hurting, he didn’t want prince to be blamed for something that he didn’t have any fault in. deep down, he was afraid of losing the other.

[vigcur]

   ╰☆╮   when  huxley  had  mentioned  that  maybe  he’d  end  up  at  jicheol’s  instead  of  his  own  apartment  ,  part  of  him  had  been  joking  -  but  other’s  enthusiasm  only  cemented  the  idea  ;  and  here  he  is  entering  with  spare  key  ,  (  thanks  ,  cheol  )  .  uniform  is  stripped  out  of  bare  necessity  ,  (  who  knows  what’s  strayed  to  fabric  ,  and  jicheol  has  such  nice  ,  expensive  sheets  )  ;  placing  him  in  white  tshirt  he  wears  underneath  and  boxer  briefs  .  all  extra  baggage  is  shed  so  that  by  time  he  makes  it  to  room  he’s  only  got  himself  to  offer  ,  and  though  he  really  doesn’t  want  to  wake  other  for  own  advantage  -  he’d  made  promise  to  ,  and  so  as  weight  of  his  frame  forces  mattress  to  dip  ,  he  nuzzles  nose  into  next  ;  placing  soft  kisses  to  pale  skin  ,  ❝  baby  ?  ❞  .  /  @pcrsonas

[scrrface]

♙–– ? ? ?

It was a late summer evening, the sun still shining blazing colours across city sky as Tony had settled down on the balcony of an apartment complex he owned, occasionally switching locations to other place’s he had bought across city, always making sure he’d have enough places to hide, if he ever had to, though early night melancholy has him missing his mansion at the other end of the city, now empty except for kept maintenance staff, misses it–– hates it all at the same time; the loneliness that solitude of isolation has given him in giant palace-like halls and dim chandelier lights reflecting on crystal surfaces; all just for him. Deep sigh has him put his feet up on balcony edge, high above everything else he lets noise of busy buzz wash over him, loosely held whiskey glass in one hand; cigarette in the other as smoke twirls and dances in air. He loves enjoying light summer breeze brushing his face, rarely finding moments like these to lazily relax, however since he had changed location temporarily, he found more time on his hands and decided to spent nights chilling outside, watching streets, cars, lights.

 Time flies and soon sun has already set, last rays of light faded as street lanterns turn on one by one, windows illuminated by lights, Tony’s still sat at same place, there’s still whiskey in his glass and another cigarettes finds way to his lips ( how unusual ) as he continues letting gaze wander through slowly approaching night. Tony’s about to take another sip from glass, ice has already melted way too quickly, has him grumbling, as eyes look right across apartment close by, where lights have just turned on in the room facing him, no blinds, nothing have Tony looking curiously. There’s nothing happening at first, he’s about to look away again, bored too quickly as figure enters right in the centre of room, giant window exposing almost entire room. Slim young, blonde male seems to be in hurry, hastily getting rid of his shirt throwing it across room before unbuttoning pants–– Tony freezes, glass still kissing his lips as eyebrows raise, he’s glued, can’t look away now; it’s nothing unusual to get undressed at home, is it? Figure disappears again, returning after short while, in skimpy outfit barely hiding anything, nothing covering his upper body except for pink leather harness, daintily decorated–– wait–– what the hell is going on? Tony’s eyes must be as big as the moon by now, mouth slightly open, just as young male is about to put on collar, he feels heart jump–– god , fuck–– he was right looking at Tony, wide eyes, probably mirroring each other’s expression right in this moment. Tony can’t help but choke on smoke he had just inhaled, he can’t look away, doesn’t know what the hell to do, lightly flustered until he forces himself to, as fast as he can forcing gaze down, looking somewhere at the ground, hot face slowly cooling down, trying to control breathing, still flustered. What had he just witnessed and why was appearance of other so beautiful? Didn’t make it easier at all. Face like he’s rarely ever seen, so sculptured except for shock ridden expression. He’s just gonna pretend he didn’t see anything, must be for the best like that, what did Tony had to be so fucking curious for anyways?

[dulcetprose]

@pcrsonas, ♡.

even  their  suite  offers  incredible  views  of  the  city   ,   as  if  the  opulence  of  the  interior  wasn’t  enough   .   jihoon  was  by  no  means   accustomed   to  such  a   lavish   lifestyle    ------    sure  he  always  knew  of  prince’s  fortune  when  they  were  younger   ,   but  now  that  they’re  at  an  age  of  independence   ,   to  actually   experience   it  feels  as  if  he’s  being  introduced  to  a  whole  new  world   .    the  day’s  activities  have  jihoon  worn  out   ,   and  he  has  decided  to  indulge  himself  to  the  expensive  wine  brought  up  to  them  by  room  service  as  he   waits   for  prince  to  return  from  the  bath   .    settled  into  comfort  of  a  loveseat  facing  the  window    -----    glass  of  red  in  grasp  of  small  hand   ,   sipping  on  what  is  now  his  second  round  as  he  absent  -  mindedly  stares  at  the  scenery  provided   .   the  alcohol  elicits  a  faded  scarlet  appearing  upon  the  apples  of  his  cheeks   ,   a  sigh  heaving  past  lungs  as  a  certain   sorrow   looms  within  headspace   .    tired  eyes  dull  with   sadness   when  he  hears  door  of  washroom  open   ,   twisting  his  body  enough  to  watch  as  the  other  steps  out   .    ‘    hey   .   can  you  come  here   ?    ’     question  is  asked  through  sheepish  timbre   .   

[sweetbloods-blog1]

@pcrsonas 

after a long night of dutiful ass-kissing, jaekyung decided that he was in dire need of a break from the work dinner that his father had dragged him along to. now, jaekyung is leaning against the wall of the bathroom stall he locked himself in a few minutes earlier, wishing he could just go home and sleep. he pulled an all-nighter last night studying, and the last thing he wants to be doing right now is helping his dad “network”— but his dad had asked, and jaekyung couldn’t exactly say no. his parents do so much for him. as much as he doesn’t want to go back to the table, back to feigning interest in stocks and answering useless questions about how his classes are going, he knows he’ll have to eventually. sighing, he pushes the stall door open and heads toward the sinks. he hadn’t heard them come in, but someone else is here now, and— oh. oh, no.

as soon as their eyes meet, jaekyung looks away, grinding his teeth as he starts to wash his hands. he considers just not saying anything, but the silence is too awkward, and to be honest, jaekyung is sleep deprived and feeling petty. “fancy seeing you here,” he mutters, in a tone that makes it clear he would have rather not. “what a lovely coincidence.”

[highstrvng]

         @pcrsonas liked for a wishlist-based starter  !!                                              based on: this.

         ‘  do you ever shut up  ?  jeez  ---  it’s just on-and-fuckin’-on with you.  ’

[grvitys]

“I’M FINE.” jason spat as the other rounded the corner. the cut on his cheek and the newly forming bruise under his eye said different. he didn’t mean for it to escalate the way that it did. it just kind of happened. one second he was dancing with someone in the club, the next their angry boyfriend was trying to fight the playboy. “it’s just a scratch.” he felt embarrassed, an emotion he rarely felt usually calm, cool and collected. “you can go back, i’m going to get a car and go home.” the breeze of the night flowed around them, jason’s hands shakily reaching for a cigarette in his pocket placing it between his lips as he lit it up. he made no attempts to look over at them, hoping if he ignored them long enough they’d just walk away. / @pcrsonas

[2359krw]

@pcrsonas​ !

    ✦     ziggy  has  always  known  this  arrangement  was  a  terrible  idea  .  not  only  was  xander  the  friend  of  one  of  ziggy’s  ex  boyfriends  ,  but  the  strawberry  -  haired  boy  was  very  aware  that  if  caught  ,  it  could  cause  much  bigger  problems  .  problems  in  the  shape  of  paparazzi  ,  news  stories  ,  gossip  ,  for  example  .  sure  ,  as  a  musician  and  public  figure  he’s  openly  out  and  is  somewhat  known  for  his  promiscuity   —-   but  that  doesn’t  mean  he  wants  it  blasted  across  the  front  page  of  every  showbiz  gossip  platform  .  still  ,  none  of  that  crosses  his  mind  when  he’s  nudged  awake  ,  groan slipping  lips  as  hands  come  to  claw  at  the  covers  and  pull  them  over  his  head  .   “ tell  them  to  fuck  off  .  ”

a chuckle escaped his lips as he rolled his eyes, “yeah, you tell them that.” he groaned softly, hands sneaking under the covers as he wrapped them around the other, nose tucking against ziggy’s neck. “you’re the worst.” the warmth was too good to be left behind as he gave the man a squeeze before he laid on his back once more, brows knitted softly. “unless you wanna be on the news that we’re fucking, then sure, by all means, stay in bed.” he snickered, “you’ve got at least an hour before they arrive... if you can get up now, i’ll make you somethin’ to eat.”