#wandererxyoon

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[ wandererxyoon ]

[ ◕ —  The guitar strapped to the back of the man who may or may not have known he was there made Spike curious. So he's a musician. His feet trailed along the wide hall that was empty besides the placement of furniture and the two bodies, one breathing and the other breathless. "Don't suppose you plan to impression someone with that." He spoke lowly. "Most people around her are more turned on with how much blood has stained your hands."

[madeintokyo]

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There are those people that get depressed when the sun get’s covered by the clouds, heavy until the break out in rain. Seungyoon had always been different. Sure it had sucked back when he was a child when it was raining outside and he wasn’t allowed to go surf, his grandma being worried a storm might break out. But even so the boy had always managed to sneak out, not to surf but just enjoy the rain. That habit seemed to have stayed the same even now.

While everyone else did their best to find a hideout from getting their stylish outfits and neatly made hair wet, Yoon suddenly stopped in his tracks, head tilting up to face the sky, letting the drops directly hit his skin while a smile spread on his lips. And without any warning his slim arm reached out, grabbing the person passing by him by the hand just to start dancing with them, a light laugh spilling from his lips. Maybe the stranger would push him away, shout at him; but why always await the worst? Seungyoon was a pure optimist.

[ Pʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ upright structure of concrete, his back was cold ; a feeling he normally disliked though today, there was a flower of happiness that seemed to bloom so gloriously within him – big, pretty petals entwining the heart, climbing out of the throat like ivy to grace those lips with a glowing smile, making him forget about the small displeasure. It felt strange to have the corners of his mouth upturned reasonlessly, but Yoichi couldn't deny that it felt lovely, too. And how he himself wished he would smile more. As he texted a simple message to his bestest friend however, informing them that a new video game had just been released at the local store, a droplet of rain landed on the screen of his phone. ]

[ He let out a silent breath, wiping the screen on his skinny jeans then slipped it into his pocket while making his way down the street, snaking through the ones rushing home, afraid that the angels would cry harder. It was funny how he wasn't jogging along when he hated the rain – though the more beads of cool water caressed his pale skin, the lesser that despite grew surprisingly. ] " ... ! " [ But what shocked him to a greater extent was his lean digits being clasped in someone else's hand and he was pulled to the stranger, who began dancing with him out of the blue. ] "What the fuck?" [ This he uttered in almost a whisper laced with incredulity while the other male simply laughed, and the cheerfulness he exuded... was contagious. Which infected Yoichi. So, he merely shrugged it off and shot the young man a delicate smile then looked up to the sky. ] "Lover of rain, huh?"

[madeintokyo]

highway robbery.

Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ in a cage, the odd emotion compounded of the will to destruct the self by staying a while longer and the mere desire to return home raged inside. The mannequin was so, very exhausted yet he couldn't give a shit – it was drawn upon that ethereal visage, screaming through the fashion in which his skinny body moved but he craved to be destroyed so as to eradicate the life he once thought was glamorous... and if ignoring the need for rest meant he could finally  b r e a k , then he would do just that. Yoichi Ihara's mind now was akin to a broken record, filled with absurd musings that kept playing over and over which were all the product of fatigue and hence irritation– He thought about how insane it was that the white shirt he had been finely dressed in was almost 500,000 won. He wanted a cup of coffee. He had never smelled something so cheap as the expensive fragrance misted all over his being. He itched for a cigarette or two. It was 3 AM. When the fuck was this going to end?                      " Last frame!! " The shout barely even reached his ears and thus he remained in the same pose as before, only shifting a little to fold a bony arm across his chest. He was already lost in the labyrinth of his own head by now, kinda unaware of the gloomy surroundings, though the second he heard [however hazily] a footfall approaching, his head snapped toward the sound that soon settled beside him and, completely out of annoyance, he glared – brown eyes on sullen fire – at... Kang Seung Yoon himself. It did not take long for realization to dawn on Yoichi that the other man was simply fixing the leather jacket draped around his shoulders while saying something he could not comprehend [perhaps telling him to try another position]. Embarrassed, the young model mumbled a 'sorry', in shock of his own lonesome that he had actually given the notable photographer a black look then slowly, stealing a glimpse at Yoon with guilt as he nibbled his bottom lip, he struck a different pose.