uhhhhh hey everyone, daisy here (21+, she/her), back at it again with everyone’s favorite aries moon taehyun! not much changed about him; he still is a bit too sad boy(tm), still going broke, still burnt down a building in turn ruining life as he knew it, now with the added difficulties of having 3 brothers instead of being an only child. he is the library skeleton from the richest of the rich aka his dad is an acclaimed international novelist and provided the library at hannam. i’ve cleared out my plots page to give us all a bit of a refresh but that in no way means that i want to drop our plots! if you’d like to keep our threads/plots alive from charmed, we absolutely can and i’ll be going around to, basically, double check with everyone. as always, pls like this post if you’d like to plot with something off my plot page (under construction for a bit) or if you want to brainstorm up something entirely new! you can message me here or on discord @ daisydaisy#5293. in the mean time, here’s a little bit more about tae pt. 2!
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moon taehyun, born april 17, 1995
aries sun / scorpio moon / taurus rising
class of 2014
library skeleton: his father is an internationally acclaimed novelist who funded the library at hannam
mother is a hotel heiress and owns thousands of properties all over the world
has 3 brothers: 1 npc brother who is 10 years older, a twin, and a younger brother (wanted connections up for the twin and youngest brother!)
older brother: moon sanghyun, born 1985 right after his parents got married. taehyun looked up to him fiercely. went to yale and double majored in business and law. bailed taehyun out of jail after the fire incident so now they aren’t on speaking terms
grew up in gangnam, had everything a kid could ever want except his parents attention
was a part of student council (president in 2014) and the debate team (had to follow in big brother’s footsteps)
smart, top of the class but mainly because he wanted to be his big brother, not because he actually enjoyed studying
became a wild child after graduation when his parents didn’t show and hear his speech
he partied with everyone in high school but became a party boy(tm) from 2014-2019
got mixed up with the wrong person (plot page idea: smoke) and accidentally burned down a building
now he’s cut off as his parents try to teach him a lesson about responsibility or whatever
working at one of his mom’s hotels as a housekeeper to make ends meet
lives in probably the worst apartment in gangnam to keep up appearances but it’s so expensive for what is is
“all done,” haseok tries to sing-song once they finish; instead of meaning for it to come out warm and cute, it sounds robotic and forced from his own mouth, borderline animatronic. taehyun’s eyes already appear to be closing again, a sure sign his medicine was really kicking in. haseok nudges him, doesn’t want to lose him to sleep just yet. “hey,” he bumps taehyun’s side again with just enough force to shake him out of falling back to sleep. “i told you i’d stay for only five minutes.”
it feels like a mistake, waking up to haseok being in his room. his forehead is burning, his limbs heavy and his eyelids even heavier, a scratch at the back of his throat that makes it seem like he’ll never be able to swallow again. taehyun’s sure he’s covered in sweat and grime, the sleep shorts he was able to throw on feeling damp with how his fever’s been keeping him too warm. he bound to look as bad as he feels which means there’s no way haseok would be here. haseok is only there when taehyun can give him something, be at his best. a place where he surely isn’t now.
“haseok?” taehyun gets out, barely above a whisper, as he tries to push himself up to get a clearer look. he’s doesn’t remember getting out of bed to unlock the door for him. “how did-” he cuts off, a cough taking over for a moment before he gets it under control. “when did you get here?”
he takes a look at the bedside table, realizes he forgot to recap the bottle of cold medicine before drifting off to sleep, his tv playing some drama on a low volume in the background. the pot of stew is a surprise. almost as surprising as seeing haseok in his shithole of an apartment. normally when they... meet up, it’s at haseok’s place or a hotel room or a storage closest or the closest piece of floor they can find or -
it’s never taehyun’s house. it’s never on his full size bed that’s near falling apart with a view of a water damaged ceiling and neighbors stomping around above him. haseok and his apartment don’t exactly go hand in hand and he had planned to keep it that way. “why are you here?”
haseok blows on a spoonful of the stew, motioning for taehyun to open wide and now he really feels like he must be dreaming. this isn’t normal for them. this isn’t how haseok would act towards him. it feels like a glitch in whatever simulation he’s in, seeing how almost... domestic he’s being. taehyun lets himself relish in it. lets himself share stew with haseok as if it was a normal occurrence, lets himself close his eyes and drift in and out from the low sounds coming from the tv and the smell of the nice cologne haseok always wears, lets himself believe this how they normally are.
taehyun pouts up at haseok, eyelids drooping without his permission, lets his hand fall with a thud on haseok’s thigh. “no, you can’t leave yet.” he pushes his luck, rests his head on haseok’s shoulder despite it being too bony to be comfortable. draws his fingers up and down slowly against the inseam of haseok’s pants in a way to keep his attention on something other than how sleepy he was becoming. “i bet it hasn’t even been five minutes.” taehyun pauses. pushes his luck once more. “please just stay a while longer.” his voice sounds too small but he hopes it does trick.
taehyun needs a drink. the reunion has only been going for a few hours and it’s already been too much to handle. he can’t seem to catch a break; everything is drama and anger and pointed fingers and jealousy. he had hoped that the reunion would be a bit calmer than his day to day life, calmer than the constant cycle of negativity inside of his brain. how foolish of him.
he doesn’t have time to wait for a server, his fingers are drumming against his thighs as his blood tries to come back down to a normal pressure, and he needs something stronger than the champagne and wine on their trays anyway. the bar is crowded but not too badly. he’s able to squeeze his way between a few of the older alumni that he recognizes from framed pictures in hannam with a nod and a smile to them. fake niceties have been drilled into him since he was a kid and he’s not giving up on them now.
“whiskey, neat,” taehyun says as the bartender asks for his order. “make that 2.” he scans his eyes over the crowd, takes in the pairs splitting off from the crowd to find a quiet place to “talk”, groups of threes and fours laughing loudly, fake with their heads tilted back at whatever had been said, couples dancing close and slow and sickeningly in love. if he squints it’s like a high school party all over again. nothing’s changed.
he spots her by herself. seoha’s on a balcony off the outskirts of the main room, a wine glass in her hand that’s almost empty and a frown on her face. she looks about how taehyun feels. he finishes off one of his drinks and takes the other off the counter, stopping to grab a fresh wine off a server’s tray as he makes his way over to her.
“you look like you need this,” he says, a soft smile on his face as he holds out the wine, dark red even deeper in the dim lighting. “what a party, huh?” he balances his elbows on the balcony railing, takes in the view of the city lights surrounding them, sees how they bounce of their drinks and off her eyes. “really makes it seem like we never even left high school.”
howdy everyone! just popping in like everyone else to let it be known that i’d love to get some plots for the event with taehyun! i’m looking for a bit of drama (cause you know i can’t leave my boy to just not have anything angsty happen) but also i’d love to let him have an almost chill night with his old buddies. tae needs a break (tm) from only drama. give this a heart or smth if you’d like to plot and i’ll send you a message! as always, you can find me on discord @ daisydaisy#5293
oops update adding some plots ideas lol if you want one let me know but i’m always down for brainstorming up something new!!
- taehyun still needs someone to be his wallet and pay for a nice suit for the event rather than wearing something (gasp) 2 seasons ago
- he is actually gonna be on pretty good behavior for this event (cause he’s trying to impress higher up alumni okay) so maybe tae catches your muses doing something ~illicit~ in the bathroom and breaks it up causing a slight ruckus
- he may be on good behavior but he also has some uhhhh... jealousy issues going on so who wants to hook up in the bathroom/broom closet/limo etc
- “hey don’t look now but my horrible ex has been following me all night pls dance with me for a while to get them off my back”
- smoking buddy! maybe a younger muse who’s trying to look cool in front of tae by drinking and smoking and is Failing
- “oh my god i’m sorry i spilled my drink on you pls take my suit jacket instead”
and there she goes, undressing him in the hall like they own the place. predisposed, haseok finds his footing and takes another step inside. the sun has gone down, leaving haseok to search for taehyun in the dark — something still not out of the ordinary for them. he walks with little haste, the stillness of the moment and lack of sound from the party happening above them that commands both his feet toward the bed.
once close enough, haseok drinks in the sight of the male before him. he takes a seat at the edge of the mattress, leaving a vacancy in the middle. haseok cranes his head to look back for sabrina again. “you’re staying too, right?”
it’s tradition. he’s not sure why, not sure who started it or why but it is a tradition and it’s there to stay. every year, their birthdays are celebrated with the three of them wrapped into one another in every which way, hands and lips and souls all entwined into the next with no space to think, no space to breathe. like they would need to do those things anyway. and every year they pretend like it’s a healthy thing to do, like they aren’t using each other, like it’s a casual meeting between friends.
the best was his birthday 2 years back. taehyun was miserable, sad and lonely, broke and exhausted. they hadn’t come up with a concrete plan to see each other like they normally do for the big night in, so he was wallowing. got himself a pack of beer and a tiny cake from the convenience store down the road, planned to have a quiet night to himself. sabrina and haseok had different plans. the night ended with tae on his knees, sabrina behind him, her strap-on hitting every right spot he could ever imagine, the hand on his throat cutting off his blood flow just enough to make an impact. haseok in front of him, fisting his own dick in time with sabrina’s thrusts, just far enough out of reach that it was driving tae mad. taehyun, all heavy eyelids and unfocused gaze, crying from overstimulation and from not breaking eye contact with haseok and from lack of oxygen to his brain and from being brought to edge of right there only to be brought back down so many times and from the sheer attention from both of his favorite people and and and -
this year is different. he’s the present, bow on his head and air on the rest of him, trying to keep a scowl off his face. he’s not sure if anyone else can feel the change in his mood, not sure if he cares if they do. he’s being petty, bratty, angry that he isn’t getting his way. once a spoiled brat, always a spoiled brat. they hadn’t all fucked since the reunion. hadn’t laced themselves together in ways no one could separate since taehyun swore he was done with haseok. he sure was shit at trying to get over someone. they had been together less than 24 hours ago, just the two of them, and of course taehyun had still felt disappointed in himself for not keeping his resolve to stay away from jin haseok but this was taking it a bit too far.
of course he couldn’t say no to sabrina’s puppy dog pleading eyes. he’d drop whatever he was doing to do anything for her. walk off the face of the earth and never come back if she asked him to. he’d fuck both herself and her fiancé for his birthday even though he was helplessly in love with him and heartbroken over him and so incredibly jealous of her if she asked. any time he sees those rings, his stomach flips and bile creeps up his throat and he wants to hide but he can’t because they keep reeling him back in. funny, he knew he was attached to haseok but he never knew he was to sabrina, too.
haseok is taking off his clothes, sitting next to where taehyun is already on the bed, a sabrina size space between them when normally haseok would be the first to plaster himself to taehyun’s naked body. it’s takes all the restraint he has left in him to not laugh harshly at the juxtaposition. taehyun brings himself up to his knees, reaches his hand out for sabrina and wraps his hand gently around her wrist, let’s haseok drink in as much of his body as he wants because damnit this might be his birthday but taehyun is getting what he wants, too. “sabrina, you can’t just leave,” he says, voice low and slow, just loud enough for haseok to hear but know it’s not for him. he’s not going to be focusing on haseok tonight even though he knows he should. what better a birthday present than a cold shoulder?
the dark is giving him a confidence he knew he had but reserves only for nights like these. he drops her wrist and drops down fully onto the bed, back pressed against the linens, perching himself up with his elbows to take in the view of his partners for the evening. “so how are we doing this tonight? what are the big birthday plans?” his voice is condescending, he knows it, haseok knows it, sabrina might not know it but that’s for the better. the sooner this is over, the sooner he can go back to his apartment and act like he doesn’t care about haseok at all.
she hears her name then and it honestly takes a second to realise , maybe denial was playing a part but her eyes widen once they set on the familiar face. “ taehyun-ah? ” once the surprise dies down , she’s giggling and moving to wrap arms around the man “ our parents really did this , huh? ” the waiter helps her with her seat and now , it’s real. “ i’m sorry , i really didn’t know and.. i’m guessing you didn’t either? —- anyway! before anything , i do have to say that you look really nice , i don’t think i’ve seen that suit on you before. ”
on the one hand, taehyun is incredibly relieved to see jamie. logically, he knows that there couldn’t have been a better person for his mother to set him up with than one of his good friends. jamie is understanding, loyal and kind and trusting, and taehyun’s happy to have an excuse to hang out with her that doesn’t involve him crying.
on the other hand, he was furious. of course his mother had to set him up with jamie. the one who got away, according to his parents. the one who would have never gotten away if they had anything to say about it. and apparently they did cause here he was, looking at her in her pretty black dress with her pretty face and pretty hair... and all he could do was laugh.
“god, how desperate are they? i guess your parents still don’t think you can resist my charms.” he wiggles his eyebrows for impact, more than glad that this night was going to be full of more laughs and smiles than if he was with some stranger. his face almost flushes at the compliment, glances down to admire the way the suit looked on his body. “thanks. yeah, it’s new. compliments of mrs. moon and her wanting to dress me up again.” he gives jamie a quick wink. “she wanted to make sure my date would think i was handsome.”
it’s nice, taehyun thinks, to feel almost like he’s gone back in time. here he is, old high school girlfriend, wearing a name brand suit and using his parents money without a care in the world. it’s like he never fully realized how much he missed his old life until it was dangled back in front of his face. would he go back? if he could snap his fingers and make everything that happened in the last 7 years go away, would he? part of taehyun thinks it’s better that he’s had to learn to fend for himself but that part would also be lying if he said he didn’t crave going back with every fiber of his being.
“i have no idea what to get here,” taehyun says. if he was being honest, even before he lost everything, fancy restaurants were never his thing. sure, he could appreciate them, but normally he’d have the server or chef pick something out for him. he glanced over the menu again, taking in everything. it’s been a while since he’s had to use his french. “do you have any clue what you want?” wine, he knows to start with wine at least.
hyun tilts his head, drops of water wrung onto the pebbles of his spine. all bones and ink and experience now, and too different from who he was. he doesn’t know if taehyun recognizes him, or even remembers him. but if hyun wondered whether every person from his past remembered him, he wouldn’t have any hours left in the day.
he squints to make sure that the logo on taehyun’s shirt really is the hotel’s symbol, and not just a lacoste alligator fucked up by the globs of white in his vision.
in retrospect, he shouldn’t be so surprised to see that the trash bag of a room that he’s in is hyun’s. taehyun has first hand experience. the two have partied together more than times than he could count. hell, he taught hyun the ropes himself. thinks back to nights in dark clubs, the smell of smoke lingering on his fingertips from the too many cigarettes, nose full of power and stomach full of liquor. bass making the floors shake with music so loud they have to their mouths as close to one another’s ear just to hear whatever bullshit they’re talking about. it was fun. flirting with the idea of hyun. dancing around one another like a shark circling bloody prey in the open waters and taehyun has his mouth open ready to strike.
but that was years ago. things change. people change. he’s the poster child of that. the bottle of wood cleaner is starting to feel astronomically heavy in his hands as it was full of the weight of all taehyun’s bad decisions. hyun is just... standing there. he doesn’t see how’s he’s rocked tae’s world by a single phone call to the front desk to get housekeeping to his room. doesn’t see the shame and terror and bile creeping up taehyun’s throat, choking off any response he could say. shark, meet prey. but this time, prey can bite back.
as calmly as he can, he sets the cleaning supplies in his hand down, brings his hand up to push at the hair that’s fallen in his face and take out his headphones. “hyun, hey.” his eyes roam over his friend (can he even call him that anymore? could he even call him that in the first place?) he looks worn in ways that taehyun is sure are mirrored on himself. on half of his brain is telling him to run. the other half is telling him to order the guy a nice home-cooked meal.
taehyun can’t hide. he’s frozen, the silence in the room is suffocating him, an invisible hand against his windpipe. he chuckles cause he isn’t sure what else to do. what else to say. does he explain the obvious? does he lie? hyun would be able to read right through it. or would he? with all that’s happened and with all the time that’s passed, does he know him anymore?
“i didn’t expect to see you here,” he deflects. “you know how to wreck a fucking room, that’s for sure.” taehyun’s hand start to feel clammy he wipes his palms inconspicuously on his work pants, the fabric rough on his skin in a way that almost grounds him back to this reality. he cocks his head to the side, watching water dripping off the ends of hyun’s hair, fighting back the urge to throw an extra towel from his cart at him to keep him from catching a cold. watches as a stray droplet makes it way down his bare chest. “put a shirt on, man. from the looks of the floor, i’d say you have a few to choose from.”
a hand reaches up towards the back of his neck as he awkwardly stands before the other male, eyes averting their gaze to anywhere but the doorframe where his good friend stands. “what i meant to say was–” he stops himself, not really knowing exactly what else he could have meant and instead, offering up a soft chuckle, fitting to their humorous situation. “no i’m not your dinner order but if food is on the way, i’m coming in.” and without even pausing for a moment to allow taehyun to complain or tell him to leave, sungho gently pushes past his friend and makes his way into the small space that is taehyun’s humble abode. “it’s uh….nice here.” he manages to get out, a lie so obvious that even he couldn’t believe he let himself say it. it’s definitely no moon residence in all its glitz and glamour but he figures that as long as there is a roof over taehyun’s head, sungho can worry just a little less.
the first thought that comes into taehyun’s mind is that he’s going to have to share his dinner which means no more leftovers for tomorrow. there must be some part of him that isn’t tainted sour, some part of him that still thinks of his friends and their comfort and being a hospitable host rather than being greedy and not offering food. the second thing he thinks is that it’s a surprise to see sungho, someone he hasn’t seen in weeks, maybe even months, standing at his dingy door with cracked paint and rusty hinges. the third is-
“oh shit,” taehyun whispers under his breath, subconsciously pulling his hoodie tighter around his face as if to hide from someone who, in reality, knew his face well enough to pick him out of a lineup. instinct tells him to shut the door, block out sungho and go back to sitting on his bed as if nothing has happened. he knows that won’t work. the secret’s out and everyone will know that moon taehyun is a failure, broke and lonely and sad. he vaguely registers what his friend says, muttering back a “oh great, thanks,” at the unexpected insult then holds the door open a bit wider to let sungho in.
what is he doing? the kitchen is a mess, dishes piled into the sink with dried egg and rice stuck on the surfaces, laundry that is days old still stacked on the drying rack with wrinkles from drying in a weird way, trash can overflowing. taehyun doesn’t have time. between working way too much at the hotel at different times of the day and seeing friends and seeing more than friends and relaxing in whatever off time he can find, his house has paid the price. it was easier when he lived at home; the housekeepers would have been ashamed to see how disheveled his place was considering how tidy he had been growing up. he can feel his cheeks flush, his ears burning hot, at the way sungho looks around.
judging him, probably.
taehyun pushes some random odds and ends off the only chair in his apartment and extends his arm to it, offering his friend to sit. “well,” he doesn’t know how to start. brings his hand up to run down his face and then push his hair back. nervous habits. his fingers itch for a new cigarette, his open beer can sitting just an arms length away. bad habits. a harsh laugh escapes him as he flops down onto his bed and stares at the moldy ceiling, anything to not look at the disgust he is sure is on sungho’s face. “welcome to my shithole. you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”
friends! i’m going to be going on a mini-hiatus for the weekend/a couple extra days cause i’ll be on vacation. i’m bringing my laptop with me so that if i have any down time, i can come and rp! i have some replies and messages to respond that i can (hopefully, fingers crossed) done at some point in the next few days but who knows. per usual, if you wanna chat or headcanon or whatever, find me on discord @ daisydaisy#5293. love you all!
getting a stressed out text from sujeong was really not a surprise. it had happened a few times before, he’d get a text at a random time with little to no preamble asking for help with whatever project she was working on before the deadline passed. he had just finished putting his street clothes on after his shift when his phone vibrated once, twice in his pocket. taehyun pulled it out, laughing under his breath at the stream of consciousness texts he was receiving.
from: sujeung | 14:06 - taehyun i’m panicking
from: sujeung | 14:06 - PANICKING
from: sujeung | 14:08 - my pieces are due in just a handful of days and i just have
from: sujeung | 14:09 - blank fucking canvases
she had attached a photo of what were, in fact, empty canvases, ghosts of sketches outlined on a few of them but for the most part... blank. he narrowed his eyes at the picture, memories of his past art days flicking through his mind, souring his good mood. it wasn’t that he hated art. how could he hate something that at one point meant so much to him?
it just reminds taehyun of better days. days when he didn’t have to worry about having enough money to go out to eat with someone. didn’t have to worry about making a pair of shoes last as long as they possibly could. didn’t have to worry about getting pneumonia from the mold that was surely growing is his forever damp ceiling.
sujeong’s studio is on his way home; he walks past it every day, giving her a wave if they catch each other’s eye. admires watching her through the windows, painting in peace. he might as well make a pit stop and at least try and calm her down. the walk isn’t far, just long enough to get some vitamin d in his system from the sunshine on his face and to listen to 2 and a half songs before he’s opening the door into the studio.
“sujeong-ah,” taehyun calls out when he doesn’t initially spot her in her usual window facing spot. “i’m here to be a shoulder to cry on.” he shrugs off his bag and places it in a corner of the room, admiring the pieces that are even slightly finished, careful to step around the globs of oil paint on the floor. “where are you hiding?”
hi everyone. i’m putting this under a read more cause it got...... very very long. i started writing and just couldn’t stop whoops. there are mentions of some explicit nsfw stuff, drug/alcohol use, and just like, in general sadness. read at your own risk lol
1. it's his first day at hannam when taehyun sees him for the first time. taehyun is lanky, in the first stages of puberty but not quite there yet, with his button up pressed and tie secure around his neck, puffy jacket zipped firmly around him to block out as much of the february cold as it can. his hands are shoved in his coat pockets, earphones loudly blasting something that he wishes he could remember. he's nostalgic like that. wants to pin point and remember it forever so he can associate it with haseok for as long as he can. he's not even sure why he put in his headphones; the driver dropped taehyun off at school and it's not like the walk up the drive was long enough to need to the distraction. call it a security blanket.
a cold gust of wind is what does it, what breaks taehyun's eyes away from the front door of the school and gets him looking around. the wind hits his face just right causing him to tear up and turn his face the side just in time to see haseok. it wasn't that he was drop dead gorgeous or a vision, he was just a normal guy. but he was a guy taehyun had never seen before, and he knew almost everyone. his fascination was piqued.
taehyun talked to him first, of course he did, walked right up to him and introduced himself, barely noticing the way haseok could obviously care less. told him if he needed help around the school to come and find him, felt his eyes widen a touch when he noticed the accented way he talked, grinned wide as they parted ways with a bye and a promise to see him soon. and the rest, they say, is history.
2. it was easy to fall in love with haseok. he did it like he did everything else: fully, quickly, stupidly. taehyun had never had to deal with the terror that he knew most did about his sexuality; it was just a part of him that he always knew and it’s not like his family was religious at all to push that agenda onto him. but even without having a sexuality crisis, he had always been great at wanting things that he wouldn’t be able to have and haseok was no different. they hung out sometimes, not enough to be considered best friends or anything, but they were buddies. taehyun would talk too much about random things, assignments and student council, rambling on like he was known to do. haseok would listen, scoff when the time called for it.
getting a rare smile out of haseok was like nothing else taehyun had felt before. they’d be goofing off after school, sitting on one of their beds, pushing one another like friends do. tae would look up and see a full smile on the other’s face, eyes crinkled up, and it would knock the wind out of him unlike any thing else ever had. he worked hard every time to pull smiles and grins out of the other boy, melting when he succeeded. it wasn’t long before those jolts of electricity from making haseok smile turned into butterflies in his stomach, his lungs feeling tight, his heart beating twice as fast.
taehyun would stare at haseok in class, find every excuse to be near him, go out of his way to spend as much time together as he could. he wasn’t sure if haseok noticed. (he definitely did). tae never thought that it would turn into anything; he knew how haseok treated sunan and didn’t think there would be a chance in hell that his crush would be anything but disastrous. it was something that burned too hot to be anything good. did it scare him? make him rethink if it was a good idea to fall for jin haseok? absolutely. would he end up changing his mind? try to protect his heart? never.
3. the first time they hooked up was not too long after taehyun figured out his feelings for haseok were less than friendly. partying became the norm for almost everyone in his class and tae was no different; when people have as much money and as little responsibilities as they did, empty houses while parents were out became a place where they could all party to their hearts content. with drinking came flirting, touches that linger just a second too long, laughs that have little reserve, lips that spill secrets when they shouldn’t be.
haseok begins hosting parties of his own. his parents would leave for days on end leaving the house empty for the hannam students to use as they pleased. it was halloween, taehyun dressed as a cowboy and haseok as an angel. fitting, no? people came in their mini skirts and tight tops that left nothing to the imagination. taehyun himself only had on an open vest with nothing underneath and tight tight jeans, cowboy hat perched on his head.
the drinks were flowing which meant a few things: taehyun and haseok had found their way outside for some “air”, sitting too close to one another, flushes high on their cheeks, hands on thighs, faces too close to be considered platonic. couples were leaving one by one, hand in hand with cups in the other heading upstairs to the empty rooms. someone yells out “seven minutes in heaven” so everyone not occupying a room upstairs trudges in to sit in a circle. taehyun and haseok sit across from each other, whether consciously or not, leaving the bottle to land on the two other them.
“wow, ironic. it’s the homophobe that has to make out with a dude.”
“haseok, it’s okay, you can spin again.”
“yeah man, we’d get it if you can’t do it.”
never one to back down from a challenge, haseok stands up and stomps to the closet that’s big enough to be a room of it’s own, taehyun trailing behind cackling. the door closes behind them with a loud click and taehyun watches the other boy standing there, staring. “haseok seriously, we don’t have to do anything, we can just talk if you-” and he’s cut off by too chapped lips pressing against his own, dry and rough and with zero finesse but it’s earth shattering. he feels haseok’s hands wrapping around his bare waist under his cowboy vest before effectively pushing it off his shoulders.
“so hot,” haseok whispers and taehyun’s knees almost buckle at the way his voice sounds before slamming their mouth together again. tongues press into one another, hands explore places they hadn’t been before, breaths are shared. haseok pulls away and drags his tongue across the smooth skin of taehyun’s chest, his hands ripping off haseok’s halo to grip his fingers in the locks, keeping him in place. “jesus, seokie,” and he can feel haseok crinkle his nose but he doesn’t know if it’s because of the nickname or bring the lord into this. the tongue traces down further and further and impossibly further until it’s right at taehyun’s waistline, causing him to gasp and buck his hips towards him. “haseok, what are you doing?” he pants out, trying to not get his hopes up.
“playing the game, of course,” haseok whipsers, puffs of air hitting the cooling spit on his stomach.
someone bangs on the door. seven minutes are up. haseok is standing with a smirk and he fixes his halo back onto his head and taehyun has never been religious but now he thinks he might be. the other boy presses a quick kiss to tae’s lips, whispers “my room in 10,” into his ear before petting down a stray piece of taehyun’s hair and leaving the closet. he heads right upstairs, keeping his eyes on tae the entire time, feigning stomach pains or something. and taehyun is a good boy. he waits until it’s been 10 minutes, hopes no one could see him checking the time on his phone incessantly.
running up the stairs is easy. opening the door to see haseok shirtless on his bed and not fucking him immediately is not. taehyun pushes off his vest and crawls over haseok, lets his hands slide up his sides before grabbing his face and kissing him senseless. “haseok,” another kiss, “hmmm, babe,” the pet name slips out and maybe it’s unnoticed or doesn’t offend him and tae’s okay with either. “what all are you wanting here?” the angel underneath him grins wickedly and grabs at his waist, fingernails digging just a little too hard into his bare sides, their hips grinding into one another giving them the most delicious pressure.
“everything.”
it doesn’t take too much longer until everything is off and taehyun wants to take everything the other has to offer. he’s surprised no one comes up to interrupt them with how loud the screaming is. maybe the people downstairs just think it’s some halloween soundtrack rather than taehyun getting wrapped into something he’ll never get over.
4. the worst day of his life comes at the end of high school. taehyun is prepared for the graduation ceremony, has his speech all typed up in a font big enough that he can read it without having to strain his eyes, his suit is pressed and sleek and perfect on his body. he leaves the house early, his parents not to be seen but they’re probably already at work so he doesn’t think too much about it. the house is always more quiet in the mornings.
but then they don’t show. he searches for their faces as he gets award after award, during his speech, when all his friends are getting flowers and praise from their own parents. it breaks him, more than he’s willing to admit, down to his very core. feels his heart shattering into millions of tiny pieces that are never going to be put back together the right way. so taehyun gets drunk. he has shot after shot until his head is almost spinning, pulls out his phone to text the guy he stupidly fell in love with.
to haseok : 20:47 - haseokieeeeee~
to haseok : 20:47 - i mis sy ou
to haseok : 20:48 - whta are u doign
to haseok : 20:49 - im comgin over so wait fr meeeee
the drive over to haseok’s house doesn’t take very long, his driver gets him there quickly without any hiccups except the ones coming from taehyun himself. he steps out of the car and pats his pockets down to make sure he has his pack of cigarettes on him and rings the intercom to be let into the jin household. it doesn’t take long for haseok to answer, for taehyun to slur out a “haseokie, i’m here. let me in,” and the gate opens as he hears a sigh across the intercom but he doesn’t really take it into account. doesn’t pay attention to the large amount of cars in the circle drive leading to the front door of the house. doesn’t hear the party happening in the background with fine wines and finer clothes. he makes his way up to haseok’s room, could make the walk there in his sleep with his eyes closed if he really wanted to.
“you look like shit,” haseok says and taehyun is too far gone to realize it isn’t said lovingly. he smiles, wraps his arms around haseok’s neck and brings the other in close, misses his mouth and sloppily kisses his cheek. he can feel haseok pushing him off but he can’t untangle himself from where he’s wrapped around him. needs to feel him. needs to be seen. taehyun pushes his face into haseok’s neck, runs his tongue over whatever part of his skin that he can.
“mmmm, haseok, why do you always smell this good?” he mutters drunkenly, words mixing together in way that most people wouldn’t be able to decipher but haseok is not most people. “get off,” he hisses back, pushing taehyun off harder than intended but the point gets across. taehyun stumbles, his feet betraying him and falls to floor, stares up at haseok . he has the high ground now. taehyun has never felt lower.
“my family’s here, you dick,” haseok spits out, makes taehyun feel smaller than small. he watches as the other man straightens out his hair and suit jacket, inspecting his neck in the mirror in his room. “jesus, taehyun.” he’s angry. he’s muttering under his breath wiping any trace of taehyun off of him and all tae can do is sit there, glossy eyed, trying not to angry cry. “you smell like you drank a liquor store.”
taehyun pushes up off the ground, sniffles angrily, his brow creasing, chest puffing out. “why do you have to be so fucking mean all the time, huh?” he rubs the back of his hand across his face to wipe off the tears that had fallen even with how hard he was trying to not cry. he’s the tiniest bit taller than haseok, uses it to try and tower over him even though he feels like a speck of dirt on the bottom of haseok’s shoe. “don’t treat me like that.”
“like what, taehyun,” haseok says with a harsh laugh, as if he couldn’t be bothered to give him a real answer. “i didn’t ask you to come here. you chose to barge in like that-”
“barge in?” taehyun bites back, a laugh of his own bubbling up. “right, cause i can never just want to hang out with you? i just need-”
“what you need is someone to hold your hand and tell you everything’s okay and i’m not that.”
the words cut deep. he can feel them cut across his skin and maybe that’s actually just his nails that he’s digging into his arms to distract him but he’s staring at haseok’s blank face and knows this is real and that he isn’t joking and he’s not with him and he can’t just go downstairs hand in hand with him and he can’t just ask haseok to hold him even though he feels like he’s falling apart and he loves him and he hates him and he needs him and he-
“you need to go. go sober up or something.”
it’s like he’s moving in slow motion. he watches haseok open the door, head to the stairs, hears his family greet him in celebration of his big day. taehyun feels like his insides are falling out, holds himself around the middle of his stomach to keep himself in one piece. tries to convince himself that he’s okay. it doesn’t work. tries to make himself walk to the door, leave so he can sober up like haseok asked of him. it doesn’t work. tries to think of someone who he loves who hasn’t let him down in the last 10 hours. it doesn’t work.
he’s not sure how he gets home.
5. there’s few things taehyun loves more than getting high with haseok and fucking the lights out of him. they pull the covers over their head, letting the sweet smoke curl around them as they pass a joint back and forth, hands slow and heavy pressing into curves and crevices and feeling for the sake of feeling because they can. the air is thick with desire and smoke and the heavy breathes that come out of the two of them. they’re both fully undressed and watching each other, eyes trailing over beads of sweat that fall down chests and necks, eyes watching mouths curl around the paper, eyes watching tongues dart out to lick lips before crashing onto their own.
it’s heady. it’s needy. it’s desperate. haseok laying on his back, taehyun perched above him, careful not to let any ash fall onto the other man’s soft skin. they’re drinking in each other like it’s their last night on earth and the weed makes it feel like it actually might be. taehyun trails two of his fingers lazily around haseok’s lips, watching as his tongue sneaks out to wrap around the tips of them, eyes locked onto one another. taehyun smirks, take a deep hit off the joint and lets it fill into his lungs. he pushes his fingers into haseok’s mouth, pressing down against his tongue as if asking him to open. he complies.
taehyun bends down, brackets his arms on either side of his head and blows the smoke into the man underneath him, brings one hand to grasp at haseok’s hair and pull his head back, the other to press the ghost of a touch against his dick. “breathe in deep, baby,” taehyun whispers, entranced. watches haseok close his mouth and take the smoke as far into him as he can. tendrils of it flow out from his nose after a few seconds and taehyun takes a deep breath of his own, slots their lips together and pushes his tongue into haseok’s mouth to chase the smoke.
his fingers are still covered in haseok’s spit and he brings them up to his own mouth, eyes locked on each other. it’s unspoken, the answer for the way he brings them down to enter into haseok’s hole, they’ve had enough practice by now. the weed makes everything feel amplified and prepping him is no different. every move, every touch, every gasp, every sigh. it’s all too much. fucking into him is like a heavenly experience that even haseok could agree to the blasphemy of.
it seems to go on forever, the slide of the two of them together, mouths open and panting into one another. hands gripping thighs and arms and necks and pulling at hair. it seems to end too quickly with them spent and too lazy to clean up and do nothing other than lay with each other and trace patterns onto sensitive skin and press slow kisses onto the other. fucking haseok is a high of it’s own.
