yeah hey hello sorry for dropping off the face of the earth there, i was busy with life things, but apollo is still around and part of the rp, i talked to one of the admins about it. heāll be back on the masterlist soon, but in the mean time... if i didnt get to plot with some of you and you want to, like this post and iāll hop into your ims- ive got a plots page, but iām up for brainstorming too ;-) lets get more of these cute kids corrupted, yeah?
and i havenāt forgotten about the current plots/threads i have, those starters/replies will be up soon, dw
Yoongi shook his head, condescending and judgemental in manner. It felt as if he was always acting as such with Jimin. His choices were just so regretful, but it was his job to correct and guide the boy by any means necessary.
āJiminā¦ā There was a warning in how Yoongi sais the otherās name, a promise. āYou know better, little lamb.ā But then again, Yoongi also knew Jiminās game.
And yet he played into every time. A sin of his own accord.
Reaching forward, he pinches the otherās chin, gentle and caring. His gaze swept over him, critical and careful as if he was looking for one flawā he found many.
āNevertheless, boy.ā He didnāt brush aside those who stepped out of boundsā but Yoongi had Jonghyun to take care of not so splendid clients. He took care of his whoresā those who behaved. āIf he was not up to your standards, tooā¦ handsyā which I find impossible given the fact that you are a whore and are being paid to have people put their hands on you, or violent, you come to me and I will have them taken care of.ā
It was something he was adamant about. He needed those who sold their bodies to sell their bodiesā not causing unneeded problems.
A heavy sigh and Yoongi was leaning down, eyes narrowed and tone dangerous. āLittle lamb, the lord has not forgiven you yet.ā And then heās leaning back, taking his hands away and reaching for the bible on the small shelf.
āYou must first submit to him, me, and repent.ā Yoongi was clutching the book so hard that his knuckles were white. āStrip. You must first suffer before you are saved. You will submit to my holy hand for lashings while you recite verses.ā
the anticipation builds into something more carnal when yoongi says his name, a gentle gasp slipping past his lips at the touch of fingers to his skin. this is his favorite game to play- god only knows how many times heās tried to deny himself the pleasure. but now, with his chin tilted up towards yoongi, light filtering softly onto the priestās skin and leaving it with a pretty glow... well, jimin canāt help but wonder why he ever tried in the first place.Ā
jimin does his best to hold yoongiās gaze, tries not to let himself look too disappointed when yoongiās touch leaves him after far too little time. of course, his disappointment is short-lived when the command to strip reaches his ears. it sounds like heaven on yoongiās tongue, really, and jiminās fingers are at his shirt before he can help himself.Ā
āyes father,ā his voice is breathy, excitement laced in false remorse, lust easily mistaken for reverence.Ā āiāll be so good for you.ā
jimin bites his lip then, eyes hooded as he deftly sheds layer after layer, tossed aside gently (heās always been good at giving strip teases, itās in his job description, and he always has been a sucker for the way eyes feel roaming his skinā ) and really, itās not as though he has to pretend his body isnāt thrumming with need. itās not as though he has to act like thereās not a whine at the back of his throat, like thereās not something else heād rather have at the back of his throat.Ā
itās not that he needs to. but it certainly does make their little routine much more exciting. besides, jimin knows oh so well how much yoongi enjoys dragging it out of him.Ā
sin and salvation are so heavily intertwined, so dependent on each other. jimin wonders, as his fingers hook into his underwear, if yoongi knows how fine of a line he treads between heaven and hell.
then again, jimin is sure he doesnāt quite care, and itās only fair that jimin doesnāt care either. a god brought to his knees, seeking forgiveness from someone who was never saved in the first place. the irony is enough to have jimin trembling. (heās not even been touched beyond the brief graze of fingers on his chin, and yet he feels yoongiās eyes scorching like nails down his body, and he loves it.)Ā
he licks at his lips, drags his teeth along the bottom one as is gaze trails yoongiās pretty pretty fingers. heās never tasted hellfire before, but heās certain thatās whatās licking its way up his spine, thatās whatās curling itself around his groin, thatās whatās twinkling in yoongiās eyes.
āis this acceptable, father? should i turn around?ā jiminās mouth curls at the corners, as devilish as ever.Ā āor should i bow down to you instead? isnāt it...ā heās sliding down slowly, now, breath baited. jimin doesnāt dare touch himself, but then again, he hardly needs to with the weight of yoongiās promises so nearly tangible on his tongue. ā... a sign of greater reverence this way, father?ā
Ā Ā Ā the former knight didnāt even think to question why jimin was in his apartment complex. he knew exactly what the other did to make his money. jimin worked for yoongi, as did jonghyun. however, their choices in career differed greatly (no matter how much yoongi tried to convince jonghyun otherwise).
Ā Ā Ā at first, jonghyun did condemn jimin and the others, but he grew to not care. it was just easier that way. what they choose to do with their own bodies was their own purposes and he was no prude. he was a knight and he witnessed many knight seek the comfort of a warm body. however, back in camelot, jonghyun would not find the type of comfort he wanted from anyone. even now, he still kept to himself in that regard.
Ā Ā Ā Ā jonghyun had his eyes on his hands as he pulled his gloves on, choosing not to freeze. his eyes turned to jimin as he rose a brow, āi was just going to the farm to see my horse.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā the male was certain his definition of fun differed greatly from jiminās and even so, jonghyun couldnāt remember the last time he had fun. even though he was visiting the same horse he had in the homelands, there wasnāt valleys of land he could ride. he was forced in a small area to enjoy the solitude. he just needed some peace and quiet for a while. the city was too loud. after all these years, he still wasnāt used to it.
really, jimin shouldnāt be surprised. it was just like jonghyun (or at least, the image jonghyun gives of himself) to consider going out to see his horse fun. of course, jimin loves animals as much as the next god, but heās relatively certain there are better things to be getting up to than disrupting the horseās sleep. positive, even.Ā
āwell,ā jimin hums, brushing a hand through his hair and cocking a hip, thoughtful.Ā āas exciting as that sounds, are you sure thatās what you wanna be doing tonight?ā
he pauses then, because he knows what it sounds like. thereās a brief moment where he wonders if jonghyun will, somehow, manage to prove himself to be even more of a prude, and do something silly like blush or balk. it would be quite the feat.Ā
alas, he hadnāt been offering himself over- not when heās on a tight schedule and hasnāt got the time to deal with the sexuality crisis he can practically see under the surface of jonghyunās calm facade.Ā
āi mean, iāve got another client to get to later, but iāve also got a few hours now. if you wanna go out, have a little fun, maybe get your mind offa whateverās possessed you to travel way the fuck out to the farm this evening?ā
jimin laughs a little, head tilting.Ā
āno offense, but you really donāt strike me as the type who should be out alone when itās dark out. by the time you get to the farm, pet the pony and try to come back, the sun will have set-ā jimin would know. ā- and there will be plenty more shady people about. i wouldnāt imagine that sort sit well with your, uh,ā he smiles then, teasingly.Ā āyour knightly conscience.ā
after a long week stuffed with schedules, pedaling up and down every possible neighborhood (and sometimes even taking the train, if itās a especially profitable day), thereās nothing chaeyeon expects as much as the weekends. no, she did not ā couldnāt hate her job even if she stopped to think about it, but when she retires her bicycle on saturday morning and it doesnāt take more than ten minutes to arrive to her own private mecca, she can feel the keys as light between dainty hands as her feet felt on concrete.
working on the outdoors didnāt fail to make her feel as if she had her freedom at reach again, after so long on a gruesome opposite, but it could also be tiring and limitedāas much as she adored new york, it was not her land and it held so many underlining dangers she could feel the hidden worries trying to pour out. within four walls ā especially these old, precarious ones ā and with hundred of books in her literal reach, surprisingly she didnāt feel in need to ground herself. she had all the time in the world, and too many titles and universes and lives to drown herself with for as long as business hours went.Ā
sometimes, however, itās not all that good that sheās so distracted by cataloging. it may not always feel like it, but having a library open for the public under her hands and supposedly watching eyes is a responsibility and the femme should live up for it, actually paying attention to the movement of people within the small building ā but she ends up failing at it sometimes, too caught up on what john will tell john on this next page.Ā
today itās one of these days, and itās only a rather loud sound that makes her snap out of written slice of life realities to look at her own. carefully she marks down the page, standing up quietly to check on what could be making such a noise between shelves. rats again? those she could deal with, but if there were termites or any other kind of insectā¦chaeyeon canāt even think what it would mean to request budged to an already over budget place like this.Ā
when she reaches the shelves, she finds no bugs, no rats, but only something ā or rather, someones doing something ā that scandalizes her deeper than any insect might.Ā
ājustĀ what do you think youāre doing on a public place?!ā
under most circumstances, getting caught fucking someone in public would probably be a turn on. jiminās always been an exhibitionist at best, always seeking out the thrill- the what if, the when. mostly, itās been in bars and on dance floors. occasionally, itās been the confessionals, an office, apartment hallways, the works.Ā
today, however, itās the library. a rare first.
and while under most circumstances, the thought of getting caught has jimin biting his lip so hard heād draw blood to prevent a much more vocal response... todayās different. today, heās actually been caught, by someone who looks redder than jimin would think to be healthy, and heās grinning wickedly before he can catch himself.Ā
lucky for him, and probably for the customer heās got backed up against a now fallen bookshelf- he and his partner are relatively well clothed still. itās not optimal, but itās something. jimin spares the woman a glance, hand still clapped over her mouth, notices the way her eyes have widened to saucers and her skin has blushed a rather unflattering shade of pink. itās too funny.Ā
āwell,ā he starts, one eyebrow raising.Ā āi was in the middle of doing my job. itās kinda important, as you can probably imagine.āĀ
jiminās grin slips into something a bit more crooked as he ducks his head to kiss along his clientās neck, biting back an amused chuckle at how she jerks in his hold. as if heād forgotten her. heād be damned if he wasnāt about to make his money- sheād payed a pretty penny for him, after all.
āwhy, whatād you think i was doing, hm? why donātcha tell me about it while i finish things up here.ā
when jimin first met taemin, heād expected them to hit it off. heād expected their friendship to go together about as well as fire and gasoline do. it hadnāt necessarily been because of anything taemin had said to him, or because of the way heād acted towards jimin. rather, it was the wicked glint in his eye, the slow and easy smirk that mirrored the one jimin found himself wearing more often than not. the familiar flicker of camaraderie in his chest. the crackle of tension before the match strikes.Ā
of course, thatās not to say they donāt have their flare ups, their nasty spats- because they do. they do, but they thrive on it. a toxic mixture gladly tossed back- burning in that generally pleasant way all shots do before a blackout.
Ā jimin glances at taemin then, eyes trailing the smooth planes of his face in the low light of the (first) club theyāve stumbled into. if the cost of partying with the prince is another night he canāt remember (another night he feels the next morning, aching so fucking good) then heās willing to pay.Ā
itās easy enough to push himself further into taeminās space, a sly grin on his lips when they nearly brush the taller manās ear. heās used to this. heās used to the bass thundering in his chest, in his lungs, his first few drinks already settling nice and warm in his gut along with the first curls of a craving for something more.Ā
āso, we got any big plans for tonight, or were you just planning on sitting here and lookinā pretty? i know thatās how i make my money, but im not so sure youāll be able to do it like i do.ā jiminās words are light, airy, but they hold a challenge nonetheless- one echoed in the way his body rolls and the way his eyes glitter. (one he knows taemin will accept, because thats why theyāre here, after all. thatās what they seek each other out for, time and time again.)Ā
jeongguk wasnāt known for being the peacemaker by any means, but he lives with jimin, and that means he has to make exceptions when they get into their petty arguments. and hell an animal seemed a good way to put jimin in - ahem, better, spirits. he snickers, looking around their apartment with a sigh. ā yea. no burning necessary. please. we can go right now, you can pick it AND name it, so long as you promise to stop giving me shit for.. everything. ā
he rises off the floor, dusting off his jeans and offers a hand to jimin. ā are you content with that, or are you going to kick my ass? ā jeongguk questions sarcastically. ā i have to get my keys and jacket.. also we might.. need to invest in a new couch too.. just cause.. you know.. ā he looks toward the partly broken sofa with a look of distaste.
ā anyways. cat. sofa. possibly alcohol. ā Ā
jimin canāt help the excitement that lights up his face when jeongguk confirms that yes, he did in fact say that they could go get a cat. the urge to reach out and pinch at jeonggukās cheeks, to coo at him and generally irritate him in way of thanks is almost too strong- almost- but he manages to reign himself in.Ā
āyou love it when i give you shit though.ā itās a statement, no room left for objections (not that jimin would accept them), punctuated with a wry smirk.Ā
ābut fine, iāll ease up until you get weirded out by friendliness like you always do cuz youāre an emo, angsty babyāā jimin gives him a pointed look.Ā āā and just this once, iāll spare you the ass kicking. since youāre letting me name the kitty.ā he sniffs then, gives a flick of his hand as if itās an act of mercy.Ā
jimin lets out a bark of laughter at jeonggukās expression of disdain, eyes flitting from the wrinkle of the otherās nose to the couch and back.Ā
āyeah, right, we should probably stop putting it off and actually get a new one before one of us forgets and tries to sleep on it. we can burn it though, cuz we both know they wonāt collect it as trash.āĀ
he pauses, quirks an eyebrow.Ā
āwhat do you mean possibly? since when has alcohol ever been a question and not a statement in this household, jeongguk? honestly. you should know better. of course weāre getting alcohol.ā
Yoongi could pick out that voice anywhere. He knows exactly what kind of sinful nature have entered his holy house before the boy even speaks. Leaning forward in his chair, Yoongi heaves a soft sigh. His hands are already itching to wrap around the youngerās throat. Amazing.
āJimin.ā Thereās a warning tone in his voice and even if Yoongi is breaking the confessional code, even if he is forgoing the proper way to do this, they both know this is how it always goes. āMy childā¦ will you ever learn.ā
Thereās something that tells him no, he will never do any better. Yet no matter how much he sinsā how much he misbehaves, Jimin will always be favored over Jeongguk simply because he plays along. Even if he doesnāt agree, doesnāt believe, he plays along and makes nice with Yoongi.
And thatās all he asks for.
If that is what he gets, when a punishment here and there is nothing.
āYes.ā Because he always does. āYes, forgiveness shall be given to you because the lord always forgive.ā Ā Standing he straightens out his shirt, brushing off his slacks and steps out of the booth.
Jimin knows to stay put. He knows the routine.
A quick glance around the chapel proves it truly is a slow, slow afternoon. Only an old women sits in the very front and she seems deep in her prayersā or fast asleep. Either way, itās easy for Yoongi to let himself into the other side of the booth.
About a year and a half ago, he had the confessionals renovated. More space addedā just for times like these.
Hands clasped behind his back, Yoongi stands tall in front of the sitting boy.
āTell me, child. What have you done? How severe should your repentance be?ā
will i ever learn? jimin muses, head tilting as he watches yoongi rise from his seat. the answer comes in the form of drool pooling under his tongue, anticipation coiling in his gut without needing to be touched. no, hopefully not.Ā
he can feel the slight disappointment coming off of yoongi in waves, but more than that, jimin can hear the promise of whatās to come in every step yoongi takes. he might stray far from righteousness time after time again, but he always comes back. yoongi knows this.Ā
heās a good boy.Ā
jimin looks up at yoongi through his eyelashes, a small smile on his lips until yoongi speaks up again, then he drops it into a pretty pout. repentant, maybe not, but he knows yoongi doesnāt expect his sincerity as much as he expects him to remain loyal.Ā
truth be told, the first time yoongi had ever given him a punishment- beyond a swat on the wrist or something similar to it- jimin had been hooked. he knew it from the weight (the taste) on his tongue, the hands in his hair and on his neck, the sparkle in yoongiās eye.Ā
heād come to yoongi again not too long after, and gotten into business with him. well, gotten into business for him, but really itās all the same in the end with how much yoongi is paying him, if not even more agreeable. he might even be a bit spoilt, but jimin was never one to complain over such things.Ā
āi might have... ruined a couple of very expensive cars again, father,ā jimin murmurs, just loud enough for yoongi to hear. he doesnāt break eye contact when he continues, but he does swipe his tongue along his lips briefly.Ā āand... i might have also burnt some very expensive clothes... and a very expensive hair-job. i didnāt burn the nose-job, but, well, ās definitely out of place now. he was just too handsy! but i know it was wrong, father, so i want to repent for it.āĀ
he feels a thrill run down his spine when he thinks of what his punishment could possibly be this time.Ā
āi think my punishment should be very severe, father- so that i donāt do it again. would that be pleasing in the eyes of the lord?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā [ the apartments around 6:57pm w/ @twjimin ]
Ā Ā it felt like the days were getting longer, even if the days were actually shorter. the sun rose early and it fell just as soon. but for jonghyun, it seemed to drone on. he didnāt even do much. most of it was waiting around for some sort of instruction. most of his days were spent that away. unless he was told what to do, he simply stayed in his apartment, waiting for the day to end or for the phone to ring.Ā
Ā Ā he was stir crazy at this point, waiting around for something. television was boring. he didnāt enjoy it. there wasnāt a book in his home he hadnāt read at least twice and he honestly wasnāt sure if there was a new book he wanted. it wasnāt as if he had many friends. he had people in his life that seemed to stick around, mostly by their own doing, but jonghyun tried to avoid them as much as he could. he preferred his solitude.
Ā Ā jonghyun pushed himself off his couch and headed for the door. his pushed his feet into his boots as he grabbed his coat and keys and wallet and then he exited his apartment. he doubled checked what he had before he locked his door and started walking down the hall to the stairs.Ā
Ā Ā a walk, he decided. a walk would do him good. heād be forced to think, but thinking wasnāt always bad. for jonghyun, it seemed a struggle to think of anything happy, but he just needed to get out. maybe heād find something.
Ā Ā Ā as he walked down the hall, he didnāt notice the door since his eyes were cast down, but the sight of color that didnāt reflect the wood floor forced him to raise his head. he stared and frowned as he stared at who exited their apartment.Ā
Ā Ā ājimin,ā he greeted, as if simply saying someoneās name was enough. he nodded his head before moving to walk around the other and continue to the stairs. he didnāt have much to say to the other male. their acquaintance through yoongi was just that - an acquaintance.Ā
jimin, for all his lack of shame, for all his abundance of pride, finds himself almost embarrassed when someone calls him by name as heās exiting a clientās home. almost. then he remembers who he is and how much fucking money heās made tonight and finds it doesnāt really matter who sees him. the voice registers not too long afterwards, and he tilts his head with a grin.Ā
jonghyun, someone who rarely bothers to associate himself with jimin- let alone speak to him. right. nice. he vaguely recalls seeing him around yoongi once or twice, maybe doing some business on the side, maybe getting his kicks- who knows? jimin certainly doesnāt.Ā
what he does know, however, is how to spot someone who could use a bit of excitement. jonghyun definitely fit the bill.Ā
āhey man,ā he drawls, voice a little rough, mostly because of what heās just finished doing, but hey. the woes of work and a chronic case of dslās did little to aide his throatās condition. a couple throat drops and some tea and heād be good to go by his next appointment tonight.Ā āfancy meeting you here.ā
idly he wonders if jonghyun lives here (of course he does, he certainly isnāt a whore for hire like jimin is, and unless heās visiting a friend- unlikely with how bored he looks unless itās just a really shitty friend- he definitely lives here), wonders how much money he makes and if the inside of his apartment is nice. well, now heās mostly wondering about the inside of jonghyunās wallet, but he digresses.Ā
āyou busy right now? gonna go do somethinā fun?ā mind if i tag along? he almost adds, but doesnāt. not yet. itāll all depend on the response he gets.Ā
for the first time in a very, very long time. jimin has found himself stunned into silence.Ā
heād been complaining (as he tended to do), home after a night of altogether unsatisfactory clients, and therefore unsatisfactory pay. jimin had every intention of going out and drinking his anger away, but with a body like his- or rather, with how fast alcohol evaporated under the heat of his touch- it just wasnāt satisfying enough. heād turned his anger to jeongguk, made offhanded comments about needing to get the daylights fucked out of him until his roommate had spoken up.Ā
now, of all the things jimin had expected- perhaps an acceptance of his offer to hook up, maybe a few select curses and a demand for jimin to shut up- hearing a question about whether or not jimin wanted to go get a cat, of all things, was definitely not on the list.Ā
he stares, owlishly, eyebrows raised at jeongguk as he attempts to process the words again. theyād certainly been enough to pull him out of his anger, and now his hopes are rising much faster than they have in centuries.Ā
ādid you just say what i think you said? youād better not be fucking with me, jeon, or i swear iāll burn every last one of your favorite things.āĀ
the words are simple enough, laced in enough false sincerity that jimin no longer feels the need to hide his smirk, even in the quiet darkness of the confessional. heās repeated this phrase countless times, sought judgement from a little man with a big god complex for the sake of getting his kicks in ways he shouldnāt enjoy as much as he does.Ā
truthfully, when jimin had first stumbled upon yoongiās church, heād wondered idly whether or not his father would smite him with a lightning bolt for the sake of reminding jimin he does not belong in a place of worship. not when heād thrown away the chance to be praised for such a āfoolish reasonā, or so it was called. jimin still isnāt too sure whether it was foolish or simply destiny deciding she needed some amusement. it didnāt really matter anymore anyway.
heād gone in as a joke, wanted to see what the mortals so loved about their churches, and once heād entered in safely without being smited, the first thing that caught his attention was the small booth off to the side. he hadnāt known how to do it then- hadnāt known to ask for repentance (or how sweet it could be). but now? oh how he relishes in the salvation father gives him.Ā
āiāve been bad, father. you see... iāve done some things iām not proud of because i was so angry, i thought it would help me feel better...ā he pauses, bites his lip so hard he tastes iron in an attempt to keep himself from laughing. perhaps it should be cause for concern, but heās got bigger fish to fry right now.Ā ābut i just feel so unclean now. will you grant me forgiveness?āĀ
welcome to the wolf everyone ;-) im min, and iām really excited to be here
jimin is apollo, but donāt let that fool you into thinking heās a very sunny guy. he isnāt. heās about as happy as that pun was funny. heās a pretty mean dude, very much into causing trouble, also very much into getting laid, and very much into getting into fights (heās not your every day god turned arsonist hooker, i swear). heās also pretty messed up, has that tragic backstory- because of course he does.
hereās links to his about, his plots and his history, in case you didnāt catch that not so subtle link insert above.Ā
give this post a like if you wanna plot, and iāll hop into your imās! if tumblr messenger is a no-go for you, iāve also got twitter over at @ICARUSCOMPLEX so we can plot in dmās if you want
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