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E.Co @ 150307 JJCC 홍대 게릴라콘서트 / editing, reposting okay with credit
Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
{♚} Tαмpered: — Jιѕoo ✕ Clyde
Olympus was enemy to many and Jisoo was no stranger to this. Even one of its Gods, Hades, was once banished from the fabled paradise and she no longer questions the doubt of mortals. It’s easier after all, to pass the legend of tyrants as pure myth than live in fear of disinterested deities. And very few knew the truth of Zeus. His childlike methods, her service to an almost-lunatic and by stroke of misfortune, it’s still he who holds all the power. She can hardly guess what his grudge might be against the God of lightning. Extortion? Death? An enemy of Zeus was always friend to a coerced Jisoo, or at least that’s how she’d puzzle it in a world free of danger.
Nude lips struggle to form an answer. He’s not flawed in his assessment — there’s hardly anyone who believes the tale but it’s his tone which provokes her interest. ‘Still’, the unidentified man says. So he’s lived far longer than her time and perhaps not so merrily. ❝Almost no one believes it anymore. ‘Greek mythology’ is what this world calls it now, and if you’re able to stand here with my journal— living, that is— then I’d known from the start you simply aren’t ‘anyone’.❞ Her brows furrow in an obvious thought, creasing deep in to ajar orbs which ponder endlessly what his entity might be. There are nymphs, necromancers, demigods who detest Zeus and yet nothing seemed appropriate for this man. If he is ‘man’ in any way.
❝Say I do tell you how we’re associated, what benefit would that hold for me?❞ Averting her gaze to the torn journal, she resumes to holding back her tears. ❝You’ve destroyed the one thing I was allowed to keep my life for. The reason why anyone on Earth is alive. Do you really think I’d believe you’re Zeus’ companion? Do not dare mock me, Sir.❞ As brave as she might sound it wouldn’t conceal her building despair. The fear of what Zeus could do, what might already be done, all signalled by a storm which managed to assemble itself out of timing.
As he proceeds to threaten the small woman, her panic only grows further. Locks of hair spun aimlessly around her fingers; all in hopes of a conclusion which might fix the severed journal. How it irks her to be in the presence of him. Tall and dominating her prowess; a premise she’s yet to confirm but almost certain of in instinct.
❝I am not a liar, and I most definitely will not lie if you transfer ownership of that journal back to me. It has to touch the earth, and once I pick it up then I’ll… I’ll tell you what it’s for.❞ She heaves a regretful sigh. ❝Please, this is all I ask. I’m not the enemy here and you know that.❞
❝ what do you mean.. touch the earth? ❞ his head tilts, and now she’s definitely got him puzzled. okay, yes, clyde may have overreacted by tearing up the book -- but it was enough to give him a bit of revenge. enough to satisfy him until the god finds him and destroys him a second time. ❝ but do you really think he would have destroyed the earth? if he planned on destroying the whole planet and everyone one in it, what fun would that leave him? ❞ none. unless he were to try and recreate it, just killing the humans and making a new ‘breed’ that only looked to him. but even so.. it’d probably never work. ❝ i personally think he’s just talk. lots of words but no actions. ❞
clyde’s shoulders shrug ; he’s not too threatened by the god anymore. hardly at all. ❝ i admire your bravery, though. ❞ it was almost like an instant change in attitude. even if this girl was lying to him, she didn’t seem like much of a threat. unless she had people looking out for her. ❝ and, you know, i play fair unlike some people. ❞ he was referring to zeus, of course. if the god ever did act on his words, he certainly didn’t give them much thought. ❝ i’ll tell you how i’m associated with him as soon as i’m able to trust you fully. ❞ he was still suspicious. but he had to be, didn’t he? there wasn’t many chances he could take.
fingers curl around the spine of the journal again. ❝ what do we have to do with it? ❞ he’d help ; it was the least he could do after he destroyed the most precious thing to her right in front of her eyes. ❝ i’m sorry about it, by the way. ❞ clyde wasn’t one to apologize in situations as intense as this. and even though he knows it wouldn’t really help, he still felt he owed that much.
Jaebum was really almost the complete opposite of how he was acting now when he was sober. He tended to be a rather seldom-spoken man who, when did have something to say, tended to be cold or patronizing in one way or another. But alcohol had this affect of melting off his layers of ice, resulting in a rather overly-friendly Jaebum who liked to mess around more than he usually did; He nodded his head and walked towards the complex building, making sure to keep his steps stable enough so that he didn’t harm himself. ❝… Lanky? I’m tall, but not lanky.” Jaebum scoffed, shame having gone out the window because of his inebriation. He rolled up one of his shirt sleeves to flex his arm, which proved quite well that he had a rather athletic build that was lean and well-toned. He was a dancer after all— and he kept in good shape. He pulled his keys out his pockets thereafter, opening the charcoal-colored door, and flipping on the lightswitch. ❝…Oh, and watch out for the cat. She walks between people’s legs to make them fall over.” He warned.
clyde was following closely behind the ‘leader’, making sure he’d be there to catch him if he happened to trip over his feet. stumbling occurred often when people were drunk. ❝ okay, fine.. i’m the lanky one here. ❞ his face darkened, glad the male wasn’t looking when he did get a bit embarrassed, only nervous of possibly offending this man. ❝ just didn’t wanna be embarrassed by myself. thought i could take you down with me but it seems you’re still quick even when drunk. ❞ his shoulders shrug. clyde was tall and thin, big hands and feet with hardly any muscle. but it’s not like his time wasn’t devoted to working out. ❝ oh? ❞ the ‘oh’ came out as more of a question at the mention of a cat. ❝ cute. ❞ he nodded, taking the advice / warning and glancing down every few steps he took. if a tipsy man could walk and hardly stumble, so could he.
Fingers pushed through his black hair in the meantime while Dorian spoke, lighting up a bit at the mention of nicknames— he thought himself to be pretty good with them, as well as generally enjoying their embarassing nature. He thought for a moment before coming up with what he deemed was pretty perfect. ❝— Dori-ah.” He snickered, thinking it was absolutely great in his slightly tipsy state. Jaebum pushed his hands into his pocket to play with his keys, glancing over his shoulder towards the buildings in the background. ❝—Ah, that’s okay. My apartment’s really just back there, you can borrow something if you want.” He offered.
❝ needs some work.. but it’ll do for now. ❞ clyde gives a small nod and a thumbs up, hoping that once the male sobered up, he’d be the one too embarrassed to say “dori-ah” out loud, which would result in him coming up with something new. but even if this male was as .. flamboyant as he was while under the influence, it’s not like it’s something he couldn’t live with. ❝ ah, i’d like to, if you don’t mind. ❞ he’s grateful for the offer, head nodding enthusiastically -- he was actually pretty excited for this. motioning forward, he encouraged the other to lead the him. ❝ i’m glad you’re just as lanky as i am or we’d be in trouble. but mostly just me. ❞
⊱ • “But you need to eat! Look at you, your arms are so skinny too!”, the girl pouted while whining out loud, “let me feed you, please!”
❝ aish.. you act like i’m a frail old man-- ❞ clyde’s face scrunches and his head shakes, ❝ i have quite a few years left, thank you very much! ❞ head nodding, he finally gives in, ❝ fine! but only a little bit-- ❞
Please don't go or else I will have to make a report to the cops....u stole my heart
❝ sounds like a personal problem.. ❞
DORIAN
❝ that’s my name, don’t wear it out! ❞
prince youngjae looking way too nice ㅠㅠ
⊱ • “But I can share, I have loads of it!”
❝ no, no! that’s quite alright. ❞
The gears in his brain worked hard to memorize the other’s face and store it alongside the names he’d been given to associate him with. Functioning was an exceptional feat when his consciousness buzzed around inside of his head like a swarm of fog and mist. ❝—Dorian?” Jaebum echoed, testing the name out on his tongue, lacing it with his slight accent. ❝—well, Dorian… you should probably change into something you can move around in.” He nodded, confirming his own thoughts.
❝ you can just call me clyde, if it’s easier. or shorten dorian or something, i’m not that picky.. ❞ at least not completely picky with his name. he was with basically everything else though. clyde had the tendency to get super uptight when things didn’t work in the way he wanted them to. ❝ ah, i don’t really have a spare change of clothes with me.. ❞ he tapped at his chin. of course he could always go buy something to change into but he wasn’t a fan of spending money. it’s just that jeans aren’t made to move around like he’d probably be doing soon. and if his pants ripped.. well.. luckily he’s not the type to get embarrassed easily.
just dance // lady gaga
wish i could shut my playboy mouth how’d i turn my shirt inside out? control your poison, babe roses have thorns, they say and we’re all gettin’ hosed tonight
❝ obviously me because unicorns are cool. ❞
❝ cool? uh-huh.. yeah... right. ❞
A lop-sided grin tugged at the elder’s lips from the other’s words, finding things funnier than he normally would had he been sober. The dark haired male had no idea why he’d agreed to drinks with his friends so easily, but he didn’t exactly regret it either. ❝—yah. I’m not that drunk.” he pursed his lips and glanced down at the other’s feet for a moment before looking back to meet the stranger’s eyes. ❝—Oh.. and I’m Jaebum, by the way.”
❝ you’re not? darn it.. ❞ he frowned a bit, letting out an exaggerated sigh. ❝ i’ll have to live with the embarrassment then. ❞ now he can only hope he wasn’t that bad. but he has stiff limbs, at least he assumes so. the most he does is walk and hike sometimes but he doesn’t think that’d have any effect on how he’d dance. ❝ clyde.. i prefer dorian though-- ❞ but for some unknown reason no one calls him by the name he prefers.
❝—surprisingly, I know a lot of people with two left feet. You should be fine.” A chortle rose out of the man’s chest as he accessed the other’s physical shape despite his somewhat blurred vision. ❝— so long as you don’t mind that your teacher’s pretty drunk right now.” Jaebum laughed a bit more.
❝ is it bad if i said i preferred that you’re drunk? you won’t really be able to judge my awkward dance moves this way. plus you’ll probably forget about it tomorrow which means no embarrassment for me. ❞ he’s grinning, really hoping that by tomorrow clyde and his first time trying out a new thing won’t be remembered in case the two kept in contact or even ran into each other on the street again.
The rather tipsy raven haired male wasn’t sure exactly how good he’d be at dancing in this state, but he easily recalled back to times where he’d been much more out of it than this and still able to give out a good preformance. He ran his fingers through jet-black strands and met the other’s gaze with a raise of his brows. ❝—I could teach you… if you want.”
❝ i mean, hey, if you’re up for teaching someone with two left feet. ❞ it wouldn’t hurt to learn. it’s not like it’s something he needed to become great at but it could at least become a skill he can say he acquired. besides ; dancing is healthy, it’s exercise, and clyde probably did need to get active. he nods and it’s almost a shy one, because he’s never really tried to dance before and he’s not too big on making a fool of himself.