ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Are you all in some sort of POLYCULE or something ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ No judgement, of course ; three's company, or whatever they say. ❞
They wonder, what it's like ; the three of them, killer looks, insane footwork, all in a GROUP together. They wonder, too, if Sung - Hyun holds any resentment. If being the ASSIGNED DAYWALKER, was exhausting. Any news that regarded FATES, was always with that pretty one on the front end. Not that it's their business. Lyrics are handed back, lips pursed.
❝ I think it's great, man. I'm sure he'll appreciate a little more vocal time, combined with those killer body rolls. My only suggestion is maybe ... Not music, but responsibility. Dude looks tired. Give him a break. ❞
though there were plenty that seemed to think they were. from what he understood, sung-hyun had something going on with their photographer, ji-hun. though that could be a misunderstanding on his part.
' he does look tired. i have tried giving him breaks, a lot of the time he pushes through anyway. '
some of that he said was the fact that management was scary and even to tae himself, it was. so he understood better than most would think he did.
' i'm trying to push him to take more downtime. he deserves it. '
@turnedkind ── he walks up behind them, arms gently wrapping around their waist as face presses into shoulder. it only takes a moment before grip tightens, not unbearably so but enough so that it speaks volumes. ' ...i'm not mad. ' it's muttered against the fabric of his robe, face not bothering to move as he speaks. grip tightens just a little more. ' i...i just worry about you. is there truly nothing i can say to sway you from your decision ? '
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It was not a decision, made lightly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ With it, too, there was no FINALITY.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The problem, did not find remedy ;
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ but instead, staved off the inevitable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤJong - Su, would take him back. They knew it to be so.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen, however, they did not know. The could not guess.
By the time Tae- Ho finds them, they're deep in thoughts, jostled entirely out of it by the time arms come 'round their waist and face nuzzles against unmarred shoulder. I'm not mad, he promises, and Young - Soo takes it as SUCH. Tae, was no liar. Not when it came to Soo. They do not dissuade his touch, nor banish it entirely, allowing themselves to relax in his hold, instead.
They know, Pure - Kind will come to COLLECT what he has deemed as his own. Despite Tae's refusal, despite his resistance, it may not come to matter. Sway to their form is slight, as they remain near static in arms. Grip grows tight, and they're quick to wipe 'neath their eye as the familiar sting of threatening tears comes on. Nothing, comes away on their fingertips.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I don't know what else I can do. ❞
A fracture, in their voice, is all that notes their strife. No, they were not PRIDEFUL in being the pet of some arrogant rich - man. Far from it. It stirred to life, too many ill feelings, too many familiar sensations from the past, that they'd rather leave buried. Exhale comes soft - not quite a sigh, but deeper and longer than it ought to be. As if emotion were being banished with air.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... I know, if it came to blows, he could kill me.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI know most Pure - Kind could. I'm young, I don't
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenjoy combat, I ... I'm soft. Weak. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWoe, to speak it into reality.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ To know they could not keep
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsafe, that which meant the world to them.
to be thought of as a an object was certainly not the highlight of his life these days. he found himself constantly worried that at any point he was going to get snatched from the life he knew, the life he loved, to be kept somewhere as a trophy. jong-su had been a friend, an ally, had helped him when he needed it but he had taken a turn since the last time they'd met and it was starting to truly weigh on him.
' you don't have to do this, though. '
his voice is soft. putting themselves in the line of fire for him was something that taeho hated. not because he didn't appreciate it, but because young-soo shouldn't put themselves through whatever that bastard was doing to them.
' it won't come to blows. not for you. '
because if it came to blows, tae would be the one to take the hits. he would do anything to keep soo alive and well, do anything to keep them safe. and letting them fight when they weren't a fighter was not something he wanted. at least taeho had some background when it came to physical labor and fighting ( though the latter he is not proud of ).
' you may be soft but that doesn't make you weak. you are gentle, you are kind. those things make you strong in this world. '
lips press to shoulder as grip tightens on them a little.
' ...i don't want you doing this, soo. i...i want to come up with a plan. something to get him to leave us alone. but i don't want you putting yourself through this anymore. '
not exactly the reaction he was hoping for ; but there is something about seeing the flash of fangs that makes his heart race. not from fear, no no no ! excitement, bubbling up beneath the surface ━━━ because while any normal human might have run off at the sight of something, someone so dangerous, dae-ho stayed right where he was, only drawing back enough to ready himself again.
" if m' gonna bite, i have to bite harder ━━━ " and bite harder, he does.
the fact that dae-ho wants to stick around despite knowing what he is surprises him always. but he's also thankful to have the walking sunshine around when he could not actually walk into sun.
he preps himself for the bite, knowing that it'll be harder this time around. as teeth sink into flesh, he finds himself groaning softly. he isn't even bashful about it. it feels good. a hand reaches up, fingers carding through dae's hair gently.
the moment he catches the other from falling, a cold sensation runs down his back. while his abilities as a reaper are indefinitely weakened from disuse, there were still little bits and pieces that still manage to remain.
—such as sensing the other's oddity in their natural surroundings. it makes do-hyun drop his usual dramatics and nit-pickiness he adopted from being a magpie for so long. "... yeah. don't mention it." he tilts his head as he studies the other in faint interest. "do you... need help? you don't look too good."
if he in his right mind, taeho would be putting on a show to disguise himself for what he is. but right now ? he doesn't have it in him to be worried about it. not when he can sense that this one isn't human. which of course, also means there was nothing they could do to help him.
' i'm fine. ' ground out between clenched teeth. he gently pulls from the other, not wanting to hurt them when they were simply trying to help. ' just...just need to get home. '
❝ Give yourself some GRACE, Tae. Your fans love what you come up with. Americans eat FATES up. Believe me ... I feel like you guys get way more traction here than you'd think. ❞
Nonetheless, eyes do scan over lyrics, brow furrowed. Good, as always. ❝ Whose lines are these, anyway ? You have that other guy who does all your public stuff, right ? This seems sensual enough for a face like that. ❞
americans did, for whatever reason, enjoy them. there was something about fates that brought them out of the woodworks a lot of the time.
' sung-hyun, yeah. they're his. hoping to give him some more lines this time around. he's a big part of us, he should be treated as such when it comes to performances. '
❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞ / @xgeumbit from hwa c:
' where else would i be ? '
it's said softly, hand reaching up to brush hair from her face gently. if someone needed him, he would arrive without hesitation. if someone he cared for needed him, he was there in an instant, not caring for any repercussions that may come from disappearing and appearing as quickly as he could.
❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞
' unworthy ? '
taeho immediately reaches, grasping hold of soo's hands. it was ridiculous to him for them to speak of themselves in such a way. he knew why they did, of course, but that didn't mean he wasn't still worried by it. thumbs brush over knuckles before he brings them up to press his lips to them.
' these hands are more worthy than any other. they are the only ones i want to hold any part of me, including my heart. '
another kiss is offered.
' ...i love you, young-soo. more than anything on this planet. and you are the only one i want in possession of my love. '
a quip dies on his tongue as lyric sheet is handed over. ' at some point, something i write won't be as good as the previous things. i need to check each time to ensure i don't release something awful. '
❝ It's fine - Really. Y'got something you want me to look over ? Isn't this SOO'S JOB? The other Soo. Their opinion is probably WAY more valuable than mine. ❞
"now— whenever did i say i wanted out of the limelight?" she laughs as she finishes the last of her social media post for the day, tucking away her phone as she lounges back into her seat— a grin on her lips as pink heart-shaped shades settle on him.
while most of lyla's career has been steeped in idol and music production, she's equally qualified to do pretty much anything she desires to dip her toes into. many have said she's earned her rest— but rest has never been part of her vocabulary.
"hm— i guess it looks like that, huh? why so curious?"
which is true. most of what he knew of her was heard through third parties. in truth, this was the first time he'd officially met her. but everyone that he'd talked to about her had nothing but nice things to say. his fingers tap lightly against his cheek as he watches her, lips pulling into a small smile.
' i just can't help it. i hear something that doesn't quite make sense and i feel the need to figure it out. curiosity is healthy. '
they can't help the chuckle that slips past their lips at the bashful expression on the other, eyes smiling at the response. minsu is never one to hold back on a compliment, his thoughts on it being that a little moment like so goes a long way for most.
besides, what is the point of beauty if not to be admired and praised? why keep such comments to yourself when it's free to just say so in the open?
"oh? then i hope you get to hear more of it today and in the near future to come."
self consciousness was always something that taeho had struggled with. from the time he was a child to current day, he found himself often feeling guilty when receiving a compliment, almost like he hadn't blended in well enough to deflect such things.
it was silly and soo told him all the time that he needed to be more accepting of things that were so clearly truths. but alas, his brain simply didn't work that way.
' i appreciate it. i'm sorry, i don't think i properly introduced myself. yoon taeho. a pleasure. '
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDangerous ; they could EASILY get caught.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTen, is all I need. A promise, itself.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Something to keep the energy going.
They're pressed taut to wall, their fingers lingering at his hips. They're amused, in the same way they always were. Looking at them as a PAIR, one would assume that Young - Soo was often the initiate. Little did they know, of Tae's burning desire for them, ALWAYS. He's tugged into another kiss, Pure - Kind starved for his touch, lingering, intense, any way he was willing to give it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Glad to hear it. ❞
Before the stage, or just after ; it didn't entirely matter. This was far from the first time they've shred clothing and adornments for something more intimate in the heat of the moment. Call it routine. RITUAL. Something to keep the two in prime mental state, free of the yearning that bound them, for just a little while.
some of the fun for taeho was the fact that they could get caught. there was something about the high of being found that had him aching to be inside soo more than he already did.
everyone always assumed that soo was the instigator, that they were the one that dragged tae into these little trysts. but in fact, taeho was the one that often started them. often he found his urges hard to ignore and there was a burning need to be alone with them.
there is an urgency in movement, only removing the needed garments that blocked them from what they desired most. each thing is pulled aside or tugged down, buttons undone and zippers pulled down. it's not long before he's pressing against young-soo and forehead dropping to their shoulder as he hisses a little at the skin contact. fingers dance from hip, tracing over exposed skin lightly.
even if they have to be quick, he can take a moment to appreciate them, to show them that this isn't just a quick fuck.
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