· ․ ˚ ﹒ 冲浪者.

They say home is where the heart is. For most people, that consists of four walls and a welcome mat. But for me, it's the ocean. Life's a wave. Catch it.

[yjsungjin-deactivated20240127]

@yjonyx

         Sungjin wasn’t exactly a five-star chef - maybe three and a half at best - but he did always get a great source of joy from cooking. Maybe it was just because of the fact that he wasn’t exactly the most artistic soul in the sharehouse, but he liked how cooking could give him the feeling of creating something, and in a way that was able to give nourishment as well.

He was just finishing up plating the Salmon Bibimbap he made when he sees Onyx come into the kitchen. There’s still a lot because despite his somewhat solitary nature everywhere, he always had somewhat of a difficult grasp on portioning meals for one. Thus why he usually ate with at least one other person.  “Here, I saved some for you. Try it?” he asked.

[yjonyx-blog]

As listless as Onyx felt, his rumbling stomach forced him from the comfort of a warm sprawl on his bed, and downstairs to the kitchen. The delicious aroma drifting up the staircase and into his room definitely did nothing to curb the intense hunger. So it wasn’t long before he found himself sauntering into the kitchen, donning a pair of basketball shorts and little else.

Smiling as he took in Sungjin’s form over by the stove, Onyx ruffed his own hair, dishevelling it a little and made his way toward the other male. ❝Hey. You’re an angel, I swear to God. I’m starving. What is it?❞ he asked whilst hopping up onto the counter top next to Sungjin and reaching to poke one of his cute cheeks.

[yjonyx-blog]

yjseoks‌:

          jonas stretched his neck this way and that, as if doing so would make the pain dissipate; it was a futile attempt if anything, but it didn’t make anything worse. he supposed it was what he deserved for contorting his body in such a way. he waved the other’s apology off— it wasn’t his fault, really.

“ if you get in trouble, dude, why do you keep doing it? ” though the answer was completely lost on jonas, he knew that he had done a fair share of things that seemed questionable to others, and he couldn’t answer himself. even so, he still inquired further. “ are you trying to get someone’s attention? ”

Residual concern etched across his face, Onyx shrugged with his response, not entirely sure himself why delinquencies were so attractive to him. He knew certain things were wrong, but that didn’t stop him from doing them. He’d been that way his whole life, and it had somehow bled into his career as a YouTuber. Breaking and entering was par for the course now.

With a hum reverberating in his chest, Onyx flicked his gaze to the other males and shook his head. ❝I don’t know, I guess it’s just appealing to me, knowing I shouldn’t, that I’ll get in trouble, it just makes it that much more appealing to me. Like when your mother tells you not to draw on your sleeping siblings face, but you do anyway because that shit is funny.❞ A beatific smile quirked his lips, as memories of his siblings back home in Australia filtered into his mind. ❝Trying to get someone’s attention? You asking me if I’m into someone here?❞

[yjonyx-blog]

yjxjimin‌:

Jimin could immediately feel the heaviness in the room. It was an abstract kind of weightedness that no one else would notice, but after being friends with Onyx for so long he had come to recognize the subtle shift in the atmosphere. For as much as he joked and liked to mess around, he could be quite empathetic and this was especially true when it came to his best friend. The feeling always put him a bit on edge. He never knew exactly the right things to say - or if words were even helpful at all, for that matter. He usually let his best friend lead in these situations. There was nothing that could fix or take away the things Onyx had been through, so he just tried to be there and provide whatever comfort he could.

Jimin had lost someone as well - a close friend in his first year of high school. But as much as the experience had been integral in shaping who he was today and as much as the unexpected tragedy still weighed on him, he knew his pain paled in comparison to that of losing a sibling. He couldn’t even imagine how he’d carry on. And yet, Onyx was not just getting by, but thriving. He was a good person, somehow managing to keep his kindness and his hope and his smile. The loss had not made him completely bitter. But Jimin knew that thoughts of Jayde were never far from Onyx’s mind. And when those thoughts got loud or overwhelming, he just tried to do whatever he could to make things a tiny bit more bearable.

Jimin brought his own hand down onto his friend’s, giving it a light, playful smack in the process. “Ordering in sounds awesome. I don’t feel like taking a shower.” He smirked and nudged Onyx’s ribs with his elbow. “Was not having beer ever even an option?” He reached over and grabbed his phone to start scrolling through their dining options. “Any preference?” He hoped chatting about normal things would help lift his friend’s mood a bit, at least until the food and alcohol arrived. “How were the waves today? Was the beach crowded?”

Without uttering a word, Onyx slipped a hand into Jimin’s—heedless of the fact that he was using his phone—and delivered a light squeeze to the digits, trapped between his own. The calloused pad of his thumb rubbed languidly back and forth over the others, offering as much comfort as he was taking in return. Casual displays of affection between the two—often tactile in nature—were innate. He never felt awkward seeking contact with Jimin, his best friend set him at ease and didn’t pull away. Despite the fact that Onyx clearly leaned toward men, the other was nothing short of understanding. He knew that sometimes, a hug was the only thing that righted the world after it tipped on its axis.

Some days, the only person who could make him smile, was Jimin. It was effortless much of the time, for his best friend to light up his whole entire world. Everyone needed a Jimin in their lives, Onyx was utterly convinced. Smiling fondly with the thought, he looked up at the other male and gave a small nod. ❝Yeah, but if you start to stink, we’re gonna have to put you out with the trash, I can’t live with a smelly roommate. Even if he is adorable, and even if I do happen to love him a whole lot.❞ His tongue poked past his lips with the tease, and Onyx quickly surged backwards, lest he find himself smacked across the chest for the brazen insult. The hold he had on Jimin’s hand, however, didn’t slacken in the slightest. He was clinging to that for as long as humanly possible—had even begun a running list of things easily achieved one-handed, in his head.

Onyx was still chuckling, shoulders shaking with mirth as he sank back in against the other males' solid form. ❝Anything with chicken, and I’m good. Just nothing spicy,❞ he reminded, eyeing his friend with a tremulous smile curving his lips. He couldn’t handle the heat, not even a mere hint of it—his tongue was just too sensitive. ❝The waves were all good, yeah. I managed to catch a couple of decent ones, but the rest evaded me. You should have come with, I’d have given you my spare board to ride on. Or we coulda shared.❞

[yjonyx-blog]

yjfelix‌:

felix  simply  shrugs  at  the  other’s  words,  still  staying  put  in  his  place  near  the  door.  he  didn’t  really  come  to  make  conversation  and  figured  it’s  enough  of  a  gesture  to  be  a  given  answer  to  the  other’s  question.  maybe  next  time  in  his  attempt  to  avoid  house  residents,  he’ll  have  to  actually  do  it  outside  the  house.  although  by  his  recent  ability  of  always  running  into   someone,  felix  suspect  he’ll  still manage  to  do  just  that even  around  the  city.

“  nah,  it’s  fine,  sleep  away.  i  mostly  came  to  grab  something.  ”  felix  goes  towards  one  of  the  not  so  secret  bushes  decorating  the  terrace,  pulling  out  a  clear  bottle  from  behind  it.  the  boy  will  admit  he  had  his  doubt,  but  it  appears  no  one  came  looking  after  all.  he  turns  towards  onyx,  showing  his  finding  “  you  could  join me,  if  you  want.  ”

When Felix doesn’t immediately join him on the couch, Onyx quirks an eyebrow and opts for just watching him curiously. He briefly entertains the notion that he’s somewhat of an intrusion for the other male, but he’s too comfortable to do much of anything about it. He doesn’t plan to leave unless Felix explicitly asks for solitude.

Following the others movements toward one of the many bushes lining the rooftop terrace, Onyx chuckles and shakes his head, responding in a sing-song lilt to Felix’s suggestion. ❝You’ve got me too curious to sleep. What the heck are you up to, man?❞ He cocks his head, stretching his upper body higher in a bid to see just what the other male is doing, until it becomes all too clear, and he sinks back to the couch with a languorous smile spreading over his lips. ❝Oh, fuck yeah, I wanna join you.❞

[yjonyx-blog]

mvckiesyj‌:

Mickie sighed, and know that Onyx knew the male would probably stop talking to him, or at least that’s what he thought should happen. His live was bleak, too many uncertainties that left him paralyzed, not wanting others to get hurt, and it all became a deterrent in his own pursuit of happiness. What guy would like to get stuck to someone with that much baggage? “Yeah,” he said meekly, still not looking at Onyx. “He’s the one who called me Mickie. Our…Our first date was actually a Disney movie marathon, and he bought us matching Mickey Mouse ears, and he said that I was his own Mickie. So that’s why I kept it, it’s the only thing I have left of him that no one can take away. I don’t know if his grandmother knows what really happened to him, and I don’t know how I’ll ever face her because all they had was each other. Don’t worry, my dad is a piece of shit. He wanted me to take over for him after he was gone, so he was grooming me to be cold hearted and focused.” Mickie was thankful that Onyx was here, and that he was able to bring him some form of comfort in his own way, and who could truly ever comfort someone who’s lived through a nightmare such as this? “I know he shouldn’t be able to but he still is, and I doubt he stopped looking, he’s relentless. If not to get me back and be an obedient son it would be to make an example out of me, so all his enemies would see that he isn’t above hurting his own son. Living here with all of you have been the best years of my life, and I hate the thought of anything ever happening to any of you.” Mickie’s father was a monster, he was the reason as to why he was afraid of the dark, why his smiles were nothing but broken fragments of what could’ve been. He might’ve gotten a bad hand dealt early in life, but here he was able to be somewhat free, create his own memories, forge new relationships, but it was all scary to think that it could be ripped away in a mere second, just like before. “He’s got people working for him in the police, the mafia’s got ties everywhere, and if I’m not careful they’ll catch me. I can’t think of a way to bring him down, not right now.” Finally looking over the other, he found himself smiling as he nudged Onyx slightly. “Brat,” he mumbled as he scooted closer to him, resting his head on Onyx’s shoulder. “I just thought…Oh, guess I must be an idiot then cause I never knew. This is embarrassing.”

His elbow rested against a knee, and Onyx cupped his cheek, face turned toward Mickie as the man further explained his situation. It was beyond the comprehension of most, living in a mob-like family, and was worlds apart from Onyx’s own upbringing. He’d had a rather easy existence, by comparison. Losing his twin, and their father were the worst experiences of his life, but everyone in his world accepted him. Jayde never once thought any less of his brother when he came out to him, and his parents and the rest of his siblings, supported him fully. Growing up with a very laid-back family, he honestly never expected any less. The usual fear was present with the thought of outing oneself to their family, but he genuinely trusted them to accept him. And they had. Mickie would never know that level of approval from those that were supposed to love him most in life, and that in itself was heart-rendering. How he’d managed to survive all that he’d been through, Onyx would never know. He was probably one of the strongest people he’d ever met. ❝I’m really sorry for everything that’s happened to you, none of that could have been easy to deal with… but you had something truly beautiful at the same time. Cherish that, not everyone gets to have that in life. He saw you as special, and gave everything to you—it’s very romantic. But it’s so sad you had to lose him. I wish he was still in your life, and that you’d gotten away from your father way before anything bad happened. It really sucks, man… but we’re here for you. We have your back, and as dangerous as it is to know you, I honestly don’t give a fuck. I wanna be your friend.❞ It likely didn’t mean much, but Onyx felt like Mickie should hear those words all the same because he meant every word. He’d be there for Mickie as long as he needed him. Smiling with the word probably meant as an insult, but filled with too much affection for Onyx to take seriously, he nodded and gave the others leg a small pat. ❝You need to learn how to use weapons, just in case. I can teach you… I’m handy with a knife… or ten.❞ Snickering, Onyx allowed his gaze to drift down the dark alleyway, a little more vigilant than moments before. ❝Nah, most people don’t get the whole gay vibe from me. Must be the surfer boy attitude or the Aussie accent, I’m not sure.❞

[yjonyx-blog]

mvckiesyj‌:

Mickie felt the weight of years of guilt finally crushing him, making it harder to breathe as he tried to find a way out of this misery. There were no more cheery smiles or quick quips, he was the realest and most raw version of himself, the version that saw the love of his life get a bullet to the head because of him, and how he wasn’t ever able to get a proper goodbye. “But does anyone really love me? Love and caring for someone are two different things, and because of who I am, I’m limited, every decision I make has to be carefully decided because I’m scared.” he finished plain and simple but withholding the details onto why this fear was so persistent. “They’re not, they’re great but I don’t think it’s love they feel for me, not the kind that I want, that I need, or maybe I don’t need it. I don’t know,” he mumbled. Too weak to even offer a smile, he closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. “He wasn’t just taken from me, I led him to his death. My father killed my fiancee right in front of me. I was only 18 and so was he, he had a life ahead of him, and because he fell for the wrong person, his chance at a happy life was taken away. I’m not a good person, everywhere I go I just hurt people by being near them, I expose them to danger because of who my dad is. He’s…He’s Chinese mafia, and he’s powerful, he’s probably still searching for me which is why I don’t have social media and don’t let anybody ever take pictures of me. He’d hurt everybody who would get close to me. So there’s no point in looking for his grave, it’s probably not even a thing.” There were tears streaming down his eyes as he kept digging his own nails into his palms. “I hate myself, I always have, but I love him so much, and maybe no one else should love me, it would only be bad for them in the end. Onyx, you’re amazing, and if you liked guys I’d be into you so shut up. No one falls for me, no one ever does not since…y’know. Do me a favor and stop caring about me, sooner or later my dad will find me, and I don’t want you to get hurt, or feel bad if anything happens to me. Pretend I never even existed.”

The regaling left Onyx utterly speechless—at least momentarily—and probably for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say. There were no words to offer that’d bring comfort from Mickie’s situation, but Onyx being Onyx, he liked to believe nothing was hopeless, and there was light at the end of every tunnel. His lips pursed, issuing a low whistle, and he shook his head in disbelief. Not that he didn’t believe Mickie—he did—but what a tale. Harrowing and raw, those kinds of memories couldn’t be easy to live with. He’d had his fair share in life. With an outstretched hand, he patted his companion's knee consolingly, gaze intent on his surfboard propped against the wall. ❝Damn man… I’m really sorry you’ve had to suffer through all of that. Especially losing someone you love, at the hands of your father. That shit… that shit is fucked, man. And if you don’t mind me saying, what a piece of shit your dad is.❞ His gaze strayed toward the other male, and Onyx resumed the light patting motion against the other's knee, tapping out some silent rhythm that only he could hear. ❝But you can’t let your father dictate your life. He’s hurting those around you, and that shit isn’t okay. Even the biggest and baddest of enemies eventually fall. If he’s looking for you, you’ve made it harder for him to find you, living here. I mean, he’s probably looking in all the wrong places. And that’s if he’s even looking at all. You may have been a problem that he’s glad is off his hands, you know? He doesn’t exactly sound like the nicest of people.❞ That was very much a massive understatement, to say the least. Mickie’s dad sounded like the worst piece of human trash, Onyx had ever imagined possible. But even the most powerful of people fell to their knees at some point in their lives. ❝Have you ever thought of going to the police, maybe entering the witness protection programme? It might be your only hope for a life spent without looking over your shoulder every two seconds.❞ Bumping his knee into the others again, Onyx withdrew his hand, sliding it back between his own thighs and shook his head slowly, a fond smile curving his lips. ❝I’m not very good at taking a telling, just so you know. And I can’t just turn my feelings off. Once I care about a friend, I care about them until they do something that ruins the friendship.❞ Breathing a faint, barely there chuckle, Onyx lifted his shoulders in a small shrug and responded quietly, ❝who said I wasn’t into guys? I’m gay leaning, my dude.❞

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mvckiesyj‌:

“What if no one truly loves me and this is all just passing? Like all these relationships all these people would probably forget about me after a while. I had someone taken away from me, and I don’t even know if anybody misses him, or remembers him. I do…but I don’t even know where he’s buried.” the very words felt strangled in his throat as he said them, his fingers digging into the palm of his hands, the pain making him stay calm. “So what I’m getting is that no one would truly miss me, but I guess that’s fine. Maybe even better that way in case I decide to go away or something happens to me. I’ve caused too much pain in my life, and I feel like there’s just going to be disaster waiting around the corner.” he wasn’t his usual self, the smiles and chipper attitude that would drive some insane. this was all what mickie thought, the things that didn’t let him sleep at night unless someone was there, the fear that his father knew where he was, and he was just waiting for the chance to take away something else. “everybody’s finding something in the share house, love and whatnot, and if it works out, i’ll eventually be left alone either way cause they have to move on with their lives. they can’t be shackled to me, so i think it’s better to rip the band-aid out now before it hurts worse.”

Bobbing his head in understanding while listening to the other male, Onyx worried at the plump flesh of his lower lip. He could sympathise entirely, and had found himself there many times in the past. Toying with the what-ifs in life. The woulda, shoulda, couldas, that only ever led to a headache. They were pointless and served no purpose other than torturing oneself. ❝You can’t do that, man. You’ll go insane with that thought process. Wondering if anyone ever really loves you… it’s not fair on you, and the people in your life. Unless they’re being openly stand-offish with you, just ask. Let them know you need some reassurances. We all need them in our lives, and…❞ his words trailed off as he knocked his knee into Mickie’s and sent a sympathetic smile his way. ❝I’m sorry you had someone taken from you, and you’re not sure where they’re buried… I’ll help, if you want?❞ It was the least Onyx could do. He'd spent hours on end dancing with the male at his side, and felt like he was talking to a complete stranger. It was disconcerting. He had to try harder in the future, and not get so caught up with his own issues. Onyx had been doing that more and more lately. It was time to start reconnecting with others again, on a much deeper level. ❝Don’t beat yourself up. You can’t manage another person’s experience in life, and if you brought others pain at any point, I’m sure it was unintentional. But… I’m single too? So we can be that together, at least. I’m not going anywhere, and I highly, highly doubt love will come my way anytime soon. I’m just… not the type of dude people fall for. And that’s okay, man. Just don’t shut others out because of what you fear will happen. Your friends love you. And if it means anything at all, I care about you. And your wellbeing.❞

[alohvmoras]

he saw it, how love was all round the sharehouse and all of his friends were finding people, connecting in a way he never could. for the first time in so long he felt jealousy, felt it even more so today when it should’ve been an occasion to celebrate and now all he could do was grieve. today was his ex’s birthday, after valentine’s which only cemented the feeling of isolation he’d been feeling recently. sure he had friends, family, but they would all go and find love and live their lives to the fullest, and he’d be stuck here, alone once more. mickie thought about it, about disappearing again and making sure he wouldn’t bring harm to them, in his head if he was gone their lives would be ten times better. now he was just sulking in the alley, outside his place because his absentmindedness made him lock himself out, forgetting to bring out his keys and phone. “do you ever wonder how life would go on if you were just gone?” he mumbled, hearing footsteps approaching but never making eye contact. “would people still be the same? would it be any different?”

[yjonyx-blog]

Onyx heard the voice emerging from the darkness as he ambled down the alleyway, making his way home after a late surfing session. He’d know that voice anywhere, and today it was filled with such sadness, a frown formed on his lips. ❝For the people that love us most, their lives would be devastated, but for others who aren’t as close, things would slowly return to normal after a couple of months. They’d be sad whenever they thought about you, but they wouldn’t pine for you… not like a loved one would.❞ Unfortunately, Onyx understood that yearning all too well. Half of him was gone, and never coming back. His identical twin brother was taken when the pair were just sixteen years old, and it was something he’d never recover from. Things had gotten easier though, over the years. Thanks in large part to the presence of his family and friends. Without them, he’d undoubtedly have fallen apart. Onyx leaned his surfboard against the nearest wall, then sank down to sit at Mickie’s side, his shoulder brushing the others. ❝Talk to me, what’s on your mind, making you think this way?❞

[yjonyx-blog]

yjyiyang‌:

the instant connection, or call it affection maybe, to another person is not something yiyang experiences very often. he’s a prince in a far-off tower, locking himself far, far away from others. is it fear of letting people too close, only to lose them? is it the familiarity he feels with loneliness? yiyang isn’t sure. all he knows is it usually takes him time to warm up to another person. but with onyx, strangely, it had been almost immediate. he just feels himself settling into a genuine smile, small and unpracticed but there nonetheless.

“trying to escape the chaos?” yiyang repeats with a snort. “if you mean the share house, then i don’t blame you. i think nighttime brings out the lunacy is everyone.” not that yiyang doesn’t love it. genuine, loud emotions are better than the suave, laidback masks he’s used to. it’s just a lot for him to get used to as well. “is there something else bothering you?” he asks, just in case. he’s getting better at this comforting thing. he wants to be a reliable person, not just a familiar face. 

at the mention of work yiyang just shrugs and fills the silence with another drag of his cigarette. “i wouldn’t say it was a bad day,” he begins. “just long. a lot of deadlines and not a lot of time. but that’s just how work is supposed to be. and it shouldn’t feel like work if you love what you’re doing.” 

Smiling warmly when Yiyang echoes his words, Onyx nods, propping his chin on a fist and looking at his friend. He appears a little more tired than usual—not dishevelled, just exhausted—but work could do that to anyone. ❝Yeah. Everyone was getting a little too loud, and I had a headache coming on. There’s no way I coulda stuck around. It’s one of those days, mate. Not exactly a belter. I get the feeling yours wasn’t any better.❞

Onyx pushes himself to sit up, stretching both arms high over his head and yawning loudly while his heels push against the decking. ❝Nah, nothing else,❞ he reassures after a particularly loud sigh, a smile lifting his lips as he meets the other's eyes. ❝Just been one of those days. I couldn’t find anyone to annoy, so I escaped here.❞

His hands drop to the blanket, resting against the soft fabric, ruffled around his hips and his gaze drifts to the smoke, billowing from the others lips. He’s comfortable but concerned for his companion. Yiyang has a tendency to keep things in—and he doesn’t blame the man, he himself often wears a mask when interacting with others. He just doesn’t want him to feel like he has zero outlet when he needs it. Onyx wants Yiyang to know he’s there, anytime he wants to talk. ❝If it’s more than just a shitty day at work, you know you can talk to me, right?❞

[dazzlingkai]

Jackson Wang for Men’s Uno

[yjonyx-blog]

yjseoks‌:

          following the ruffling of hair done by onyx, a sharp pain pierced jonas’ neck due to the overall uncomfortable folding of his body, which pushed him to sit up in a somewhat normal position. honestly, he hadn’t been the type to outwardly express envy often, but he did envy others who could fit into smaller spaces. he was primarily limbs, even when he wasn’t all that tall; it made for difficulty on more than one occasion.

“ no you aren’t in trouble, ” he shook his head slightly, before a confused expression passed over his features. “ not with me, at least. you could be with someone else…. did you do something that would get you in trouble? ”

Retracting the errant hand, Onyx blinked with widened eyes at the other male and muttered a hurried apology. The gesture—while playful in nature—had clearly injured his friend, if the fleeting contortion of Jonas' features was anything to go by, anyway. With regret written all over his countenance, Onyx pushed himself to sit up as well, following suit. His hand shot out once more, but this time to offer a consoling pat to the other's knee.

A smile came unbidden to his lips, and he cocked his head, trying to meet his companions' eyes. ❝That’ll be a first,❞ he joked, shoulders shaking with a mirth-filled chuckle. ❝I’m usually always in trouble for something. But yeah, I stole this blanket. And I’m pretty sure I ate someone’s chocolate bar last night.❞

[dazzlingkai]

Jackson Wang for Grazia

[yjonyx-blog]

yjfelix‌:

it  has  become  a  habit  of  the  boy  to  find  himself  hanging  in  the  rooftop  terrace  at  the  share  house,  and  in  the  short  two  months  after  felix  moved  in  it  has  grown  to  be  his  favorite  place  to  hang  in  those  late  evening  hours.  in  a  place  filled  with  so  many  people,  some  rather  loud  ones  to  add  to  that,  it  was  sometimes  hard  to  find  a  quiet  spot.  typically  no  one  was  hanging  at  the  rooftop,  especially  now  with  how  cold  its  gotten,  and  he  could  just  sit  by  himself  when  socializing  wasn’t  his  keen  interest  or  when  he  just  didn’t  feel  like  being  bothered.

making  his  way  up  the  stairs,  felix  was  planning  on  the  hidden  bottle  he  had  stashed  away.  what  he  didn’t  expect  was  to  find  someone  already  there  napping,  and  he  almost  didn’t  notice  onyx  there  if  not  for  him  opening  the  door  and  waking  the  other  up.  “  oh–  ”  he  starts,  scratching  at  the  back  of  his  head  “  the  house  isn’t  burning  or  anything,  you  can  go  back  to  sleep  man.  ”

With a low groan resonating in his chest, Onyx smiles with the others quip and peers over at Felix stood in the threshold. ❝That’s always a plus, mate. You trying to escape the crazy?❞ He knows that feeling all too well, for as zany and loquacious as Onyx often is, he covets solitude on occasion. Particularly when the house is throwing some kind of party, and everyone starts getting a little too happy. Rather than spoil anyone else’s fun, he just slips away unnoticed, and heads to the roof, or the beach.

Leaning up on both elbows, he extends an index finger and gestures toward the seat adjacent his own. ❝Come join me, man. I could use the company. I think I’ve been up here too long already.❞ A disarming smile curves his lips, and Onyx jerks his head in the direction of the spare couch, once more attempting to convince his new companion to stay. He’ll only sleep until midnight if he doesn’t have a distraction.

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Jimin watched Onyx’s search suddenly change trajectory as he moved over to the other closet. He quickly found the oversized hoodie he had been looking for - on a hanger, tucked in near the middle of the closet. Jimin couldn’t even remember when or where he’d picked up the garment, but his roommate seemed to have an affinity for it. He would give Onyx the clothes off his back, without hesitation, so he certainly didn’t mind passing this piece along. It wasn’t like he didn’t have twenty-five other hoodies in his collection to choose from anyway.

Onyx dropped the towel and Jimin automatically averted his gaze to the ceiling without flinching. There were very few secrets between the two of them and privacy was basically non-existent, especially within the confines of their shared room at Yujaen. Looking away was a courtesy reflex more than anything - Jimin had probably seen Onyx’s bare ass more times than he’d seen his own. What did draw his attention was his friend’s response and the way the expression on his face tightened slightly. He knew that Onyx could get inside his head about things, which wasn’t unreasonable, but he hated seeing his friend struggle.

Jimin closed the laptop the rest of the way as Onyx walked over and sank down onto the edge of his bed. He swung his own legs over the side and scooted next to him, bumping his shoulder against his roommates with a grin. “Nothing now.” He thought about the three lines he’d added to his Criminology paper and shrugged. “Focused on school work all day. I’m ready for a break. Want to order in some food? Or go out?” Jimin was pretty much always genuinely interested in doing anything that sounded fun, but he had to admit he was hoping the distraction would also serve to lift Onyx’s mood.

The soft jolt to his shoulder coaxed a fond smile to Onyx’s lips, and he’d never appreciated his best friend more than in that moment. The contact, however minute, would always serve to ground him a little, comforting him in ways that he himself didn’t fully understand. It just felt nice to share that camaraderie again—reminiscent of the bond he’d had with Jayde. Memories of his twin plagued his mind over the last few days, and it was always the same nightmare each time his eyes slid closed; Jayde’s death.

The accompanying images, conjured from the deepest recesses of his mind, didn’t help. Losing his brother was the single most traumatic event in his young life, but the manner in which he died, would haunt Onyx until his own passing. But despite everything, he wouldn’t have been anywhere else than right there on that beach, clutching Jayde’s hand as he slipped from the world. It was the least he could do for this twin. People like Jimin made the world not only bearable but enjoyable. For a period, Onyx thought he’d never smile again, but along came Jimin, a beacon of hope, shining bright in the darkness.

He dropped a hand onto his best friends lap, deft fingers curling around a muscular thigh and delivering a light, appreciative squeeze as large doe eyes, met Jimin’s. Onyx tried to convey his admiration for the other male with his gaze, and hoped like hell he managed it. Jimin had to know how special he was to Onyx, even if he didn’t tell him as often as he should. He’d try more, from here on out. ❝Wanna just order in? I don’t think I wanna face the world today,❞ he murmured, an elongated sigh slipping free seconds after as he settled his cheek against the others arm. ❝We could order some beer too?❞

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The crisp amber liquid spilt over his tongue, exciting his tastebuds fleetingly before sliding warmly down his throat and spreading throughout his body in a rush of heat; it exhilarated and mellowed him out, in equal measure. Whiskey offered comfort, very few things in life could. His relationship with the bottle hadn’t always been healthy, however—especially after the passing of his father—but with every day gone, he’d fought hard to regain his hold on those once elusive reins. And had succeeded. Which came in handy on nights such as this, where he could sit by the water with an old friend, getting giddy and shooting the breeze. A smile came unbidden to his lips, and Onyx jut his elbow out until it connected with Seline’s. ❝I’m so glad that last bottle-o we went to, had my poison of choice, or we’d be traipsing all over the place searching, even now, you know that, right?❞ Tone light and playful, a hearty laugh accompanying the tease, Onyx settled the glass bottle between muscular, powerful thighs, securing its position then sliding the large overcoat from his shoulders, and offering it to his friend. His breath visible against the inky night sky still billowed between them with each exhale, and he suspected Seline would quietly endure the biting chill if he didn't offer his jacket. He couldn't allow that. Not while he sat snug as a bug at her side.

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Jimin had spent most of the day so far staring at his laptop screen. His browser bar was comprised of seven tabs now - one of which was his unfinished Criminology paper. The rest were distractions - YouTube, Twitter, Instagram, the Wikipedia page for Ted Bundy, yelp reviews for a newly opened ramen joint, and Spotify. He still had two days left to finish his paper so it wasn’t quite crunch time yet. He barely looked up when his roommate walked in, clad in just a towel, and began rifling through his closet, but he did pull out an ear bud.

Still looking down at his laptop screen, he pointed towards Onyx’s side of the room. He already knew what he was searching for. “Aye, I put it in your closet. It might as well be yours anyway. Now you don’t have to wrinkle everything in my closet every day trying to find it.” The YouTube video he had been watching - Glowing 1000 Degree Knife vs Coca Cola Bottle - ended and he pushed the screen down a bit and finally glanced up. He tilted his head, thoughtfully. “You were out there for awhile today.”

When their gazes connected, Onyx gave a curt nod, spun on his heel and traipsed over to his side of the room, and the closet he’d bypassed in favour of Jimin’s. Shoving the door carelessly aside, he plucked the hoodie from its hanger and shucked the towel from around his hips, heedless of his friends' presence. There weren’t exactly boundaries in place when it came to the pair, and they’d seen one another naked countless times. His bare derrière wasn’t exactly a novel sight for Jimin. The man bore witness to that, and so much more on the regular, sharing a room with Onyx. Sometimes even a bed.

Sliding his arms into the sleeves of the hoodie, he raised the garment high over his head to tug it on and cut a quick glance Jimin’s way. A second later, the material slipped lower, concealing his face while it slid down his body. It was almost comical how big the garb was on him—the hem sinking to about mid-thigh to rest. ❝Yeah, I was thinking,❞ he admitted rather reluctantly, a sudden air of melancholy surrounding him while he spun around to face his best friend. He didn't hide things from the other often, but he was also hesitant to ruin the man's night, especially when he appeared to be working on something important. Onyx trapped his lower lip between his teeth, pinching the plush flesh and gnawing lightly as he made his way to Jimin’s bed. He sank down to sit on the end of the mattress, shaking his sweater paws out as he spoke. ❝What are you doing?❞