Send (///д///) for my character’s reaction to yours tripping, knocking mine over and landing atop them in a rather risque-like way.
“I did it! I did it!” he repeated, voice cracking under the burdening strain of relief. Jace wove through the sprawling city as light as he’d ever been; he was on top of the world - weightless, falling - and the euphoria consumed him entirely and completely. Escape was as unwanted as it was impossible, and he thought, proudly, this was it. Everything’s mine.
His heart beat away loudly in his chest, the tempo and echoes like rapid fire. When he’d succumbed to his desire to scream, he was sure that all of Seoul heard him.
Or, at the very least, Daegil did. Turning to the sound of his voice, it dawned on him, and with eyes wide in surprise, he’d asked, in awe, “they signed you?”
Except he never finished, Jace tripping over his feet, dizzy from delight. The words were lost when they crashed, the older stumbling back step by step before his balance finally crumbled. With a powerful thud, the two tumbled to the ground, the afternoon crowd granting them wide berth with surprised “watch it!”s and gasps. Together, the two fumbled and fought, limbs caught and breathing quick. Separation was impossible, and resistance, as it seemed, was futile.
It was a crushing hug that tore every breath from out of Daegil’s lungs, and though the ensuing “you’re killing me here" rose, Jace’s embrace would not relent. To be honest, however, he hadn’t expected it to. Admitting defeat, Daegil craned his head to peer over at the man whose nose dug into his collarbone and whose awkward angles dug into his own. Hip to hip, elbows in his stomach, legs tangling and chests flush… All hard lines and muscle, the two intertwined strangely, but feeling the laughter that shook at Jace’s ribs - deep and humble - he was content to let him stay. They fitted better than he’d complained.
“They signed me,” Jace confirmed once he’d calmed enough, his blinding smile both mind-numbing and brilliant. “I did it.” He looked at him with that expression - free and overwhelmed and victorious - and as he got up on all fours above him, hands to either side of his head, eyes fixed on his own, that grin would not subside. And how could it?
It would have been impossible. Lying below him, Daegil felt that infectious smile overtake him, and smug as always, asked, “huh… Didn’t I tell you that they would the day we met?” And, all over again, Jace came crashing down, the desire to crush his bones with a crippling embrace renewed once more.
Jinki was standing up, just about to take his leave, the silence in the room feeling like it was suffocating him before he heard the other males voice. He stopped in his tracks as he listened to the others request, finding it odd that the stranger was interested enough to want him to stay. The silence fell around them again as he turned to take his seat next to the other, keeping his gaze down at his hands as he fidgeted slightly. “Ah, okay…. But, why me..?” He questioned, his voice soft and quiet.
Jace wanders up to the man that he's only met once before, a strong presence surrounding him as he tapped him on the shoulder. There's a CD cae in his hand that he holds out to the other, a grin plastered on his face. The cover reads: American Hustler - Fatal J. "Sungbin-ssi, right? This is my mixtape, I thought you might like to listen to it." Jace said confidently.
Sungbin nodded to the kid in front of him and laughed. Someone was approaching him to listen to their mixtape? He must have really made it. “I’ll listen to your tape, but call me Beenzino,” he told the male. “But answer me one question. Why do you want to be an artist versus anything else?” he inquired at the end.
Jace blinks in the other mans face, reaching out to trance his plump lips and giggling stupidly. “Sooooory hyung!!” He slurred noticeably, head falling down onto the others shoulder.
Jaehyun let out another sigh and poked the others forehead. "Yah are you drunk?" He said giving a small, playful glare at the other.
Doing: Three habits that I have.。I tend to migrate towards people for skinship purposes 。Unconscious movement such as rocking back and forth, shuffling feet, ect.。At night when I can't sleep I tend to look at inanimate objects until my mind shapes them to look disturbing.
Jace notices the man from afar, tilting his head to the side as he examines him. He looks as if he could be a model. He's had run ins with models before and he wasn't sure if he should approach the man or not, yet and still he couldn't stop starring....
Jae could feel a sudden coldness wash over him. Someone had their eyes on him and he didn’t know who. It scared him a little at the weird feeling. Jaehyun looked around trying to find the one he felt staring at him. His quick eyes scanned over the large crowed and landed on an individual who was looking straight at him.
