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i'm on that: dirty deed / ride along / no red lights

[hsjunyoung]

mission impossible

[xvsiwan]

xvsiwoo‌:

@xvsiwan​

old people perks: a lightweight schedule, which keeps his afternoons wide open and his mind fully unoccupied.  complete autonomy at his own discretion. this morning he’d woken up to clear skies and a buttery warm dose of sun and decided, i’m going to stay inside. 

after a while, though, his back starts to hurt, and he’s just about finished catching up on all his favorite naver toons.  a message pings through– it’s his roommate: mind doing your laundry today? friend’s coming over. siwoo eyes the passive-aggressive cat sticker that follows and decides that this is yet another sign. the mountain of (clean) clothes next to his bed is going to take ages to sift through, and he doesn’t want to have to witness said roommate and his “friend” in any compromising positions. he wrestles a stain-free hoodie from the pile and flees to his next destination. 

a quick jog to campus, one strenuous flight of stairs, and several steps down the hallway later, he finds himself wading through a crowd of first and second years. wrong time? nope- his target’s in plain sight, towering over a goggle of girls with platinum-blonde hair. siwoo breaks into a grin, reaching him easily within seconds. 

“guess who just released a new single?” doesn’t wait for an answer (not that he’ll get one anyways), fingers latching onto his sleeve, smile now full-force. “i heard they recruited a new chef over the weekend. michelin-star.” or so he claims.  “lunch is on me.”

he’s not always this social. well—he is—but never in this particular context, in which yoon siwan allows an entire parade of girls to crowd and smother him with questions post-training. but it’s not unbearable—even as his patience begins to wear thin and the ease curl of his lips begin to stiffen. evidently, the spotlight is not his thing. not like this, at least.

but salvation (salvation? hah) shines through in the form of a busybody—no, the busybody. the (semi) bane of his existence. it’s true, siwan doesn’t mix with heroes for this reason in particular. the whole sunshine out the ass shtick tends to wear thin on people like him. choi siwoo wasn’t any exception. 

the only difference had been that he was annoyingly persistent. 

and, well, avoiding a time manipulator is harder than one would think.

“huh.” he can tell vaguely by the grip on his sleeve the answer. eyes narrowing slight in response. “nah, if we’re eating we’re eating in the city.” his arm lifts, pointedly shaking off siwoo’s grip. “and i’m not going to listen to the stupid thing till after we eat.” it’ll ruin my appetite 100%. siwan smooths over his vexation with a coy grin, teetering foxlike. “your treat, right?”

[5041s]

sink into the floor.

[xvsiwan]

xvevening‌:

she doesn’t recall ever signing up for this, but maybe it was somewhere in the fine print the second they struck up this camaraderie. long story short, they’re fun. only when they want to be. huge emphasis on only.

today isn’t much of an exception.

being sandwiched between two snoozers isn’t really the shtick of the problem, but when the kicker is the two of them being too damn tall for their own good, it leaves hyojin stuck in a tangle of gangly limbs and a blatant disregard for the personal bubble twofold. assholes.

with no other real reason but to be a pain, hyojin moves with her (though with some difficulty, with half of siwan’s weight also on top of her), knee digging right back into its sweet spot as she turns to her side. the phone in her hand is pulled up to /r/fightporn because sure, it’s braindead entertainment, but at least it’s not a total buzzkill like whatever this is. “should’ve put garden hose in the middle for a better pillow, then.” she pointedly remarks, without an ounce of sympathy. “sucks for you.” giving jinah another well-deserved nudge, her voice takes on the edge of a whine. “we’ve been here for hours already, the fuck.” 

his room smells like women. but—it’s not new. certainly not anything he’s uncomfortable with. if that had been the reason, then siwan wouldn’t have invited jinah (+hyojin; which happens to a bogo deal these days) over to “pre-nap” before activities in the city later. of course, the latter hates but—that’s also not his problem.

it’s not his ride or die demanding she stay here.

so for the most part, he’s relatively relaxed. bare from the waist up and comfortable under the warmth of the sun, sprawled out across his bed (and hyojin). there’s a soreness that sinks into his muscles, sourness gathered in the lower vertebrae post training. either he’s going too hard or he just doesn’t bounce back like he’s used to (funny though, considering his age and all). still, it’s more than enough reason for him to stay put. hyojin’s whines disregarded.

“so? we said we’d go when it’s dark out.” his eyes are closed, but he’s pretty sure it’s far from sunset. still, he follows hyojin in shifting closer, attached to the warm to his side. “and for your information, it only made sense that the smallest would go in the middle...” the tease hangs off his tongue. shorty. though he reaches across her anyway, pinching jinah’s thigh lightly.

this was a tag team effort if he’s ever seen one.

“right, jinah?” 

[xvsiwan]

waiting game

[xvsiwan]

xvdiso‌:

“thanks for your concern,” he says, words dripping with disingenuity. siwan’s insincerity comes through clear as day (he’d dropped the act quicker than usual today) and so, well. an eye for an eye… and yet, unbeknownst to him, his face scrunches, starting with the downturn of his brows and culminating towards the wounded wrinkle in his nose, at siwan’s unwarranted judgment call. what gave him the right? more importantly, was he right?

“i think i’ll be okay,” seoho bites down a frown. this too, feels a little disingenuous.

he doesn’t want to linger on the feeling, and instead pats siwan’s hand with a sour smile. “yong asked, and i agreed. don’t have any classes after lunch today, either.” he’d snuck a snack into lecture and picked at it piecemeal for the past hour, so hunger was still beyond him, too. “nobody will die.” he says. judging by the thin gurgle mewling from the stomach next to him, though…

seoho’s expression softens. “seriously, you should go ahead.” he pulls out his phone, pauses the music. lifts his eyes in siwan’s direction, directs his full attention on him now. “i don’t think i’ll be free for the rest of the day, but maybe tomorrow?” saturday, sunny skies, snake plant needs watering. “come to my apartment. i have to feed the plants in the morning but i can make us lunch?”

“welcome.” it bothers him, he knows. no matter how much seoho disregards it, doubt shows clearly on his face, and that in itself fills our snake with some sort of glee. glee? surprised? no one’s ever looked at him for long than a day and saw him to be a particularly kind person. friends like seoho aren’t of the exception. especially when they opt to date egotistical boys that make things impossible for him.

and, much like a petulant child, siwan makes sure his displeasure shows.

“mm, if you say so.” he shakes off seoho’s touch to rub the side of his neck, head craning to the side in thought while he considers his words. sure? fine? why is he even pushing this again? every syllable off seoho’s tongue sounds more and more reason to not ask again. for now. foreseeable future maybe. (see what i said about sulking?)

“nah, i’m busy.” and he doesn’t make a habit of working his schedule around others like some people. “you know, lots of important things to tend to over the weekend.” saturday, sunbathing, casual crime. “raincheck? though—shouldn’t you be spending your weekends with your boyfriend anyway? be insufferable in love together and all...” siwan snorts, words aimed to tease, sharpened for otherwise. well, it doesn’t matter. 

“anyway, if you’re sticking around then i’ma go,” pats his stomach, corner of his lips curling. “gotta feed the beast.” 

[xvsiwan]

waiting game

[xvsiwan]

xvdiso‌:

doesn’t have to count sheep when there’s the metronomic tick of the clock to keep time over his head. here at the back of the lecture hall, time slows to a crawl, and jinyong sounds like a faraway dream, drowned out by the dull blare of music in his ears. outdated fadeout. the curtains of his eyelids and its long-lashed tassels flutter to a close. next track.

shrill voice, synth work, gated reverb. from this 80s playlist yong compiled and handed off to him a cheekily-titled e-mail (“the way you make me feel🥴”) last week. for an acoustic devotee like himself it’s a process but he’s learning to appreciate yong’s more flamboyant palate. could be that he’s making it easier for himself by doping every listening experience—but that’s not information he’s required to divulge.

in the miasma of his half-dozing subconscious, someone matches the rhythm of his tune with an idly tapping foot. seoho has an inkling as to who it might be. his suspicions are confirmed when he’s quite literally yanked out of mj’s croonfest and he slowly blinks up, eyes resting on the earbud pinched between siwan’s fingers and the wounded expression on his face.

that pout isn’t going to help him. not when yong’s is ten thousand times more handsome, and especially not when siwan’s mispronouncing yong’s name for the nth time since they became an item a few weeks back. “jin-yong.” seoho corrects, snatching the bud (and his elbow) back. “go eat, then.” he doubts yong would want to hang out as a trio. “don’t let me hold you or your ravenous stomach back.” 

was it jinyong? possibly. siwan is willing to bet money on it the fact that seoho would most likely know the name of his own boyfriend better than he did. duh. given, he hadn't bothered to get to know jinyong as much as he should since they've gotten together. not to say he was jealous or anything of the sort. but there wasn't much about ha seoho's new object of affection that siwan hasn't already sniffed out—easily pick out this and that about his finer (or lesser) traits from the slick gel in his hair, glint in his eye, and puff in his chest whenever praise is dealt (be it by seoho, a teacher, or any ol' student). not his kind of person to associate with. but he's not seoho. therefore, seoho's choice of lovers should have nothing to do with him.

but—not really.

it matters like this: the way his relationships of choice fully hinders their friendship. specifically speaking, meal times, hangouts, the works. it's not like seoho is the first. not like this is the first time siwan's had to deal with a friend submerged in the first two honeymoon months. the honey words and goo-goo eyes. still, it doesn't make it any more aggravating.

especially if one were to consider how much he didn't care for the likes of jinyoung. -yong. whatever.

"right." unfazed, his fingers furl into his palm and drops to his side, leaning his weight back against the heels of his boots. "jinyong." siwan parrots, dropping the pouty act for something more casual. second skin is the smile on his lips, parts boyish and coy. "i'm just asking since you've been waiting so long, it doesn't seem as if jinyong is finishing anytime soon... and i'm sure he wouldn't feel good knowing you've been waiting on him so long..." and for fuck's sake, seoho. it's lunch time.

"besides, if he's taking one on one time to ask for feedback from a teacher then wouldn't it be better to leave him to do it in privacy?" he leans down slightly, eyes curling slight with the rise of his cheekbones. "also, you know, being this clingy so early on is a bad look..." just saying.

[xvsiwan]

waiting game

circa 2017 with @xvdiso

it’s antagonizing to watch. the slow tick tock of the second hand works to steadily chip away at his patience. his eyes roam over to the scene unfolding by the whiteboard, narrowing at the veiny hand (not his) that lifts every five or so sentences to flit through thick hair. jeez. is he asking for advice or flirting? 

it isn’t anything new, anything particularly out of the ordinary when it comes to trio. yoon siwan sits idle, foot tapping a slow 5/4 beat and fingers itching while a tidier tuft of brown sits to his left, idly browsing away on his phone. patience of a saint, that one. him? he lacks discipline. patience. siwan’s been told. sentiments received though not entirely heeded in the slightest. if it was worth waiting for, he would’ve waited.

this? this wasn’t.

his fingers twitch, nails scraping over an array of black scales beneath the sleeve. pesky little habit he can’t seem to kick. siwan pinches, twists, pulls till there’s a little give. a notable sting. sharp scent of metallic his nostrils flare at. tch. he’s quick to smooth his fingers over the loosened scale, expression darkening in irritation when he stands, pauses to inhales deep and exhales once he stops in front of his friend.

his poor poor friend and his just-as-poor (give or take one) taste in men.

“yah,” reaches out, brushing over the curve of seoho’s ear before pulling out the earbud. “wanna just go? i doubt jinyoung’ll be done anytime soon...” siwan spares the student-teacher pair another glance, eyes rolling. “and i’m hungry.” he adds on, ending syllable whiny with the way his hand lowers, fingers sliding around the point of seoho’s elbow, tugging lightly; lower lip jutting slight for emphasis. 

“cmon—he can catch up.” or not. it doesn’t matter either way.

[xvsiwan]

ayo, belated intro but it’s here! this is siwan aka VANTABLACK your local fox(snake?) faced villain. you can read more about him here and i’ll detail tidbits and personality traits below! smash that like for plots!!

this is his final yr at stokes and also the biggest yr to yolo for him

so expect a bit more devil-may-care attitude coming from him i.e skipping courses, vandalism, crime in the city

tall, dark, but not exactly brooding – siwan comes off amiable despite his shortcomings (and reputation for doing big bads) nice enough to talk to though otherwise unpredictable (motives wise) / does also have mood swings sometimes

sticks to hanging out with villains however, no offense (all offense) to the “heroes” but egos like theirs are impossible to coexist with lol

hate being told what to do or talked down to

fav class is 1v1 sparring and danger room sessions, adept at hand to hand and some weapon usage 

has incredible distaste for religion!wonder! why!

loves to sunbathe, spends a good two (at least) hours every day sunbathing on the courtyard

has a couple tattoos scattered all over as well as scaled skin here and there that he can’t revert (🙁) 

hedonistic, opportunist, little to no morals (all wrapped in a seemingly ‘okay’ package)

it’s not to say he’s hard to get along with, bc he’s not, it’s just more of a mixed bag and he doesn’t usually stick close to people unless there’s some kind of benefit for him 🤔

plots

im open to anything from friends to partner in crimes, a nemesis, exes, fwbs, etc! hmu!!

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