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Cant Feel My Face - The Weeknd

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it’s not like he planned on doing something special – he simply grabbed a cup of iced americano to go  at a nearby coffee shop, walking along the street in a comfortable, slow pace, minding his own business while sipping occasionally from the cool liquid in his hands and looking at the countless of products displayed in the shop windows.

he didn’t even plan on going there, didn’t even want to go there, but in the end he still found himself in front of the animal shelter, the loud barking of dogs inside making him stop in his tracks, pulling his eyes curiously to the entrance.

and baekhyun’s not sure how long he’s been standing there since, just staring into the huge window and watching all the animals running around in their cages and separated spaces. the cup in his hands is already drained from its contents, empty, but he hardly notices it.

the only thing that pulls baekhyun out of his stare is another noisy bark accompanied by a shrill, too bright sounding voice and he turns around a little, immediately stopping himself from rolling his eyes when he spots the girl in front of him.

why does he have to meet jiho out of all people?

she always tries to get him to adopt animals, hardly ever letting him go and he doesn’t know how many times he had to slip out of her grasp in the weirdest ways to get out of her grasp. “hello, jiho”, he greets her back, forcing himself to smile at her – he’s sure the girl won’t even notice how tight it is around the corners of his lips. he lifts his hand a little, eyes filled with a faked apology. “i’m sorry, i’m a bit busy—“, he starts, trying to get himself away as long as he still can, but the dog on her leash, now close enough, continues to bark at him happily, excitedly jumping up his legs to make baekhyun pet him.

urgh, damn it.

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If she walked one dog at a time she would look less crazy. Walking four big dogs was not advisable even if you were going for the crazy look - and Jiho had learned that from experience. The number of times she had fallen down because of one conjoined pull was almost embarrassing, yet, with repetition came experience, and so she learned not to take the big ones in a bunch. A sea of tiny puppies was always funnier to see, though.

During that warm afternoon her partner of choice was a bright rottweiler named Ted. The girl was far from having the power to name all the animals that arrived, but that had never stopped her from doing so anyway. If anyone said Ted didn’t look like a Ted they would be straight up lying.

The dog spotted him before Jiho could, and, though the two hadn’t met before, the big pup always got excited at the sight of any human being. So he pulled and begged her to hurry towards the entrance, and the girl kept telling him to chill out and how the entrance was close enough not to hurry any longer. Or at least that was until she saw the human with her own eyes and started acting very much like the dog. With a huge smile on her face Jiho jumped and hopped towards the other while waving excitedly.

“Baekhyun!” She said, as joyful as anyone would be from spotting a friend on the street. Her hand apparently shook as fast as Ted’s tail, though that was up for debate. “It’s Jiho!”

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he’d laugh at the expression that’s crossing over zitao’s face, how it shifts from probably wanting to curse at him, from trying to stare him down with his piercing eyes to surprise, or maybe even something like shock over suddenly seeing him. and from the look he’s giving him, baekhyun guesses that he recognizes him easily as well – but it would’ve been kindof embarrassing if he wouldn’t have, right? and of course, it would’ve hurt baekhyun’s pride immensely, as he thinks of himself as rather unforgettable.

but it’s weird, this moment of just blankly looking at each other, so baekhyun bites back the laugh, deciding to ignore how it seems like zitao’s not happy about seeing him at all; it’s not like he cares. most people aren’t delighted to see him, baekhyun’s used to it and they broke up after all – even if they didn’t part in a fight or with bad blood between them, the way the other broke up with him back then was still very sudden, very weird, so he guesses this is still in the air between them.

“i enjoy all the attention on me, after all”, he answers, tone as dry as zitao’s was and he raises an eyebrow at him, before following his steps, sliding a little closer to the taller’s side so he’d be shielded from the rain for sure.

at least, he’s sharing the umbrella with him without any protest.

a chuckle escapes him, although he doesn’t look amused by anything. but the corners of his lips still quirk up into a slight smile.

“seducing someone wouldn’t involve me being all drenched”, baekhyun huffs; he’d look so much better if he’d try to get someone into his bed, not with his clothes sticking everywhere to his body and his hair being all damp and flat. “but you should still take me home.” he pulls down the hem of his sleeves again to unstick them from his skin, “or else i’m going to be sick.” and if he wouldn’t be so proud he’d actually pout at zitao to keep him from saying no to him.

he still feels content, though, noticing the way zitao’s eyes keep flickering over to him. “is there something on my face?”, he asks, tilting his head to the side lightly as his hands come up, sleeves pulled up to his knuckles so he can rub the drenched fabric over his face lifting to free it from all the water clinging to him – he really wants a hot shower, he needs one.

he crosses his arms in front of his chest, not even smiling at zitao’s compliment because he knows him, he knows a nasty remark will follow and when the boy continues talking it scratches on baekhyun’s ego.

he still feels oddly comfortable with this, the teasing smile playing on zitao’s lips familiar to him and reminding him of their time together.

“i’d say the same about you”, he starts, eyes scanning up and down zitao’s form, “but not with all this weird stuff sticking to your hair.” he reaches out, fingers grabbing some strands of blonde hair as he leans in closer, eyes squinting together to inspect the substance. “ew, what even is this? honey?”

;; providing shelter

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hello friends i feel like i missed everything, ah, i just wanted to say that my internet provider cut my wifi connection for a couple of days bc i’m poor and broke and couldn’t pay the bill for two months, but it just cAME BACK HELL YEAH so if i didn’t reply in days etc i’m sorry i didn’t ignore you i was on twitter but the tumblr app always takes up way too much mobile data; i will backtrack later to see what i missed etc ♥

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tilting his head to the side a little, baekhyun sends a lazy, but still smug, grin in hoseok’s direction, amused over how quickly he was to shout out, asking him not to leave and he hardly listens to his excuse of why he shouldn’t leave now, that it would be waste because they both know that the last thing he wants is to be alone right now; it’s fine, baekhyun won’t leave him alone, at least until he passes out into a coma from all the alcohol, because he doesn’t know how much he’s had to drink before he came along, looking pretty wasted already, though, but the stuff he brought with him alone is strong enough to bring one of them into the hospital – but isn’t that one of the things both baekhyun and hoseok like so much about it? it’s just a self-destructive behaviour anyway.

another chuckle slips past his lips at how endearingly the other eyes the bottle of liquor, almost as if it was something treasured, as if baekhyun just gave him an expensive present for his birthday, or something like that and it’s kind of ridiculous, maybe, even a little pathetic to get this happy over simple alcohol.

and when he’s done snuggling into the comfortable couch cushions, his own bottle tucked between his arm and his chest as if it’s a stuffed animal, he looks up a little, trying to hear the other boy’s voice better. “nah, i don’t care”, he shouts back to him, shrugging his shoulders a little even though the other probably can’t even see it. “my parents have so much liquor at home, they won’t even notice that something is missing.”

he rolls over a little, settling down onto his side so he can look up at hoseok’s face, observing him curiously, before a suggestive smirk spreads across his lips for a second before he makes room for him to sit down, immediately sliding up to him with a hum, a slight nod to answer his question before he lays down onto hoseok’s lap. “this is more comfy, though”, baekhyun says with a drunken laugh, his fingers itching to snatch the liquor bottle out of hoseok’s hands, body longing to taste the same thing, the burn along the back of his throat as he presses his own, still sealed bottle, closer to him.

he has to bite back a comment at the face he makes, telling him that he has a serious problem, and instead he wriggles around a little, looking for something. “did you take the bottle opener with you?”, baekhyun asks, eyes glinting in hope, because he’s way too lazy to get up again.

;; time out

hoseok watches baekhyun try to balance his load of bottles with some amusement, though what baekhyun says is more alarming than amusing. “no! no, don’t leave-” he says too quickly, then pauses as he collects his thoughts, coughing a bit. “i mean- you already came this far, you shouldn’t leave, it’d be a waste.” smooth, hoseok. the last thing he wants is to appear desperate… although it’s much too late for that. baekhyun’s smart- he knows what hoseok wants him here for and it’s not to watch netflix.

he follows baekhyun to the kitchen, feeling a little bit dizzy, but it’s not too bad yet – he eyes the bottles all the while, checking out the selection. the one he seems to fixate on, baekhyun picks up and hands to him – and hoseok smiles gleefully. “nope- this one’s perfect,” he answers, though in all honesty he’d probably take anything even remotely alcoholic.

he looks through his drawer, clumsily looking for his bottle opener while baekhyun returns to the living room. “these are really expensive…” he muses loud enough for baekhyun to hear. “y'sure you don’t mind sharing?” he asks, even though he clutches the bottle baekhyun gave him close to his chest as he returns to the living room. “i can pay you back-” with something other than money, he almost adds.

he perches himself on the other side of the couch and holds out his bottle, cracking it open with the opener before looking over at baekhyun. “are you comfy?” he laughs as he takes a swig. he immediately pulls a face, but his face turns into a more satisfied expression as he swallows it down. “ohhh,  that’s good shit-” he sighs contentedly. “man- i really owe you.”

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he doesn’t take the sarcasm laced into the other’s voice as an insult; baekhyun knows he’s good-looking and fairly attractive, his ego big enough to be sure of the other thinking like this as well, maybe, that’s even the reason for his half-heartedly attempts at pulling away from his grasp, or maybe, he’s just incredibly weak for real.

it doesn’t even matter anymore, but now, that he finally remembered who he is, baekhyun won’t let him just go like this for sure – they have some catching up to do, right? after not seeing each other for so long. and the waiter’s reaction tells him more than enough, speaks for itself, it makes the corners of baekhyun’s lips curl up even more, grinning smugly as he cups his face with his free hand, supporting his arm on the tabletop. his eyes, still twinkling in excitement over all of this, wander up and down the others form, then back to his face. “seems like i’m right”, he says, voice dripping in satisfaction, “so you are do kyungsoo, huh?”

and it seems like the nickname is especially going on his nerves, he can see the way kyungsoo’s face darkens a little more at the mention of it. it annoys him as much as it did back then and baekhyun remembers how he said this petname with sweetness dripping from his tongue, tied together with a mocking tone, making fun of the way the boy’s body was built, fitting to nicely together with his huge round doe-eyes, his plush lips; kyungsoo’s been the perfect victim for this in high school.

“oh? i think everyone knows that already, though, so i don’t need to shout it out”, baekhyun says, fingers still curled around the other’s arm, he doesn’t want him to flee the scene at any given chance, “i mean, look at you, you still look almost the same. still like a virgin.” he laughs, making sure to emphasize especially the petname, before taking a look around him, another chuckle slipping past his lips. “doesn’t seem like people are much interested in us.” nobody is looking at them, minding their own business as they’re chatting away. it’s kind of a sad excuse. baekhyun shrugs his shoulders a little, more interested in the boy in front of him, anyway. “so, how have you been, little virgin?”

;; old ‘friends’

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baekhyun isn’t really the helpful type of person, he’s not the one person someone would usually go to when they need help – or at least, shouldn’t go to – when one’s in trouble about something, or just simply troubled and needs someone to listen to, because baekhyun won’t listen, baekhyun’s not interested in this kind of stuff except when it’s gossip, when it’s to spill some tea about someone, it doesn’t even matter if he knows them or not; when someone wants to talk shit about someone, when they want to badmouth them he’s right there, lending two more than open ears and also a sharp, filthy tongue to chime right in, but that’s the only thing baekhyun’s interested in.

he’s just not the kind and friendly person who’s always there for his friends in need, he really isn’t.

so, he’s even more confused when seungri randomly changes the topic of their conversation, interrupts baekhyun’s words to ask him for help with something. and for a moment, he wonders if he should push him off his shoulder just to punish him for not letting him finish his sentence, but he doesn’t do it, lets the other lean onto him and returns his focus back to his phone, ignoring his words to continue scrolling through his instagram feed instead, typing one or two comments on pictures of people he follows, about how they pretty their selfies are adorned with lots of cute emojis while his nose scrunches up in disgust, because she’s actually ugly as hell.

when seungri sighs for the fifth time, or something, sounding like a poor, kicked puppy next to him, baekhyun groans and gives in. “okay”, he says with a roll of his eyes, “what is it? what do you need help with?”

No homo bro.

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They say hot girls are usually the crazy ones. Seungri agreed wholeheartedly with this statement, having had first experience himself. He picked Sophie up at a bar on a Friday night and after a whole night (and morning) of fun, that was when all madness set in.

First was a Facebook status update. This happened the very next day and Seungri had to meet up with her just to clarify that they were nothing more than a hook up. She broke into tears upon hearing how he defined them but asked for one more ‘hook up’ nonetheless which Seungri complied without much persuasion. Call him crazy (maybe insanity can be passed through bodily fluids), but he could not resist a hot girl when offered.

Next was an invitation to have dinner with her family on Friday. It seemed the second time gave Sophie the wrong idea. This time she would not take no for an answer. He went and the night ended without her in his bed (sadly), but Seungri was not too broken up about that. Rather, he felt very sorry for her parents.

There were many more instances after that, one thing was clear, it was hard to shake Sophie off his back.

Seungri slumped onto the couch and leaned on Baekhyun, sighing. “Bro… I need help..,” They may be in a club right now but Seungri had absolutely no mood for partying. Not with this situation he was facing. Who knows, he might end up flirting with another deranged lady if he tried.

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he’s wasted;

just the usual thing, because when is baekhyun not?

it’s yet another party, dancing the night away in some random strangers house with tons of liquor poured into plastic cups, ready just for him to drown them down his throat in two big gulps and even more drugs to be able to forget the unnecessary things and everything’s hazy, everything in his line of vision is burred and that’s what baekhyun loves the most about it.

he can’t remember when he lost chanyeol, when the other suddenly disappeared from his sight or how long it’s even been since his friend vanished from around him, it could’ve been only ten minutes ago or already two hours, but, if baekhyun’s honest, he doesn’t even really care about it – chanyeol’s a big boy, able to take care of himself even when he’s high as a kite and baekhyun’s too far gone anyway to keep an eye out for someone else, he can hardly hold himself up straight without toppling over; chanyeol probably just found himself someone to fuck upstairs.

and that’s what he’s trying to do as well, on his own personal mission to get laid because ending a party as great as this one without a good fuck would be disappointing and kind of sad, at least for someone like baekhyun.

he leans himself against the doorframe when he feels his body swaying to the side, slowly losing his balance but still, a satisfied grin spreads across his lips, hides it behind the rim of his plastic cup as the two tipsy girls in front of him can’t stop giggling about his words, he’s already charmed them, he can see the way they’re fluttering their eyelashes at him, the suggestive curl of their lips and baekhyun can’t believe he’s actually scored with them this easily, just throwing a couple of sweet, playful words at them.

taking the last sip from his cup, he carelessly throws it behind him, leaning in a little closer to the girl, fingers wriggling to make them come closer too, but before he can whisper to them, suggest them plans for the night, something else pulls their attention away from him, staring and giggling at someone else and with a grumpy pout baekhyun turns his head to see for himself, eyebrow raising when he sees chanyeol in front of him, his friend finally back.

baekhyun eyes him up and down, not really listening to what the other is saying, or more panicky mumbling, a lazy grin appearing on his face when he notices how he’s half-naked, not even his pants are buttoned up. he tilts his head to the side. “what the hell, yeol”, he says, almost bursting out into laughter, “was it so good you forgot how to get dressed?”

it’s only when he notices the tear-streaks on chanyeol’s face that a voice inside his head tells him that there’s something wrong here, slight worry taking over and making him feel more sober instantly. “yeol?”, he asks, voice almost drowned out by the music as baekhyun’s hands come up to his friend’s face to cup it, thumbs wiping away the still falling tears. “hey, what’s wrong? what happened?”

*all of me

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the room was spinning, everything was blurry and … he felt like absolute shit, he’s never crashed this hard before. he never too any hard drugs that would make him crash like this, sitting up he placed his head in his hands and groaned softly. 

wait.

he wasn’t wearing any clothes. he tried to remember hard why he wouldn’t be wearing clothing, but all he could think of was him drinking his cup full of vodka. how the hell did he end up here? soon another realization hit him…why was he in bed? swallowing thickly he got up, swaying a bit as it was hard to keep his balance. fuck. starting to put on his clothing he paused slightly when he heard some move in the bed next to him. he was just about to button his pants, but he couldn’t resist the dying urge to look at who was stirring in the bed he just woke up from. 

professor kim?!

chanyeol fell over out of shock, not even high as a kite and drunk off his ass would he ever sleep with one of his professors. it all started making sense suddenly the black out, the haze, he’d been drugged. 

scrambling up from the floor, not even bothering to button his pants he ran out of the room as fast as he could. it wasn’t graceful and he had to hold his hands out to the walls to keep steady. he needed to find someone, anyone that could help him…how would they help him? what would they do? every fucking one around here was high off their ass and drunk as fuck. and then he ran into his best friend.

he didn’t know it, but tears were streaming down his face. the need to shower and rub his skin raw was clawing at him. the need to vomit. the need to be anywhere but here. “b-baekhyun…” he says barely able to make it out. “we need to go…please, I just…now.” he says holding onto the other, clearly in distress. hopefully baekhyun wasn’t too far gone and he could see that chanyeol really needed help. 

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(sms: holly moly) is that really true?? ㅋㅋ (sms: holly moly) do you? (sms: holly moly) ha.... (sms: holly moly) where’s the fun in telling you right away now that you’re so curious?? (∗´꒳`)

{ ✉ – byung byung~ } of course i do, i know you better than anyone { ✉ – byung byung~ } oh, no, don’t leave me hanging { ✉ – byung byung~ } TELL ME ヽ(*≧л≦)ﾉ

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(sms: wife?) aww... why are you just so mean to me?? (sms: wife?) i’m just trying to be nice here (sms: wife?) also... do you rly dislike my voice? ) :

( sms → pls ignore ) i’m p sure it won’t and don’t promise me  ( sms → pls ignore ) wow that’s great but no thanks : ) ( sms → pls ignore ) what the fuck  ( sms → pls ignore ) ofc it’s true we both know that ( sms → pls ignore ) probably in your dream but hell no

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(sms: pillow princess) more like why are you lying to yourself lol (sms: pillow princess) ohh maybe bc they can’t let you be all sad and unhappy bc nobody wants you and your tiny little dick ) : (sms: pillow princess) ah, i rly don’t need to see your dick mine is just better (sms: pillow princess) also you’re the one here to judge my dick without having seen it first like wtf

[ txt: high school bitch ] why are you lying to yourself? [ txt: high school bitch ] i feel sorry for you thinking your dick could ever be better than mine [ txt: high school bitch ] tiny dick HA if they pitied my dick then they wouldn’t come back for it you idiot  [ txt: high school bitch ] you’re just saying all this because you’ve never seen my dick

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(sms: babe) good............ heh~ (sms: babe) ah, are you really suggesting this to me rn?? (sms: babe) thank you for the offer i will gladly accept it ( ; (sms: babe) i’ll be there babe wait for me (sms: babe) i won’t disappoint you ♥

[ txt -> 👅 ] the hottest ;) [ txt -> 👅 ] “instead”? nah, you could do both, right? like one after the other? [ txt -> 👅 ] i’m on the closing shift and i don’t mind staying late :) [ txt -> 👅 ] you win– i’m done in ten. you better be here

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going out on his own is something he doesn’t quite like, prefers the company of his friends during his trips to bars or parties of any kinds more than sitting around alone; except, of course, when he’s able to find himself some company for the night, a nice girl or a hot guy, it doesn’t matter – then it’s more than okay to be there alone.

this time, though, he wasn’t that lucky to find himself someone to spend the rest of the night with, someone to have a bit of fun with and so, baekhyun tries to make his way home in the early morning hours after the party died down, got too boring, empty handed but, at least, dead-ass wasted. he actually tried texting and calling someone at home to pick him up, knowing that it’s not a good idea to walk home like this, but his fingers kept slipping off the screen, tips pressing the wrong letters on it repeatedly so everything he wrote came out looking more like a keysmash rather than coherent words and calling didn’t work out, baekhyun isn’t even sure how many people he called, who he even called, but it doesn’t matter.

at least, he still knows how to get to his house?

on his way he gets distracted, though, the bright light of the convenience store sign drawing him in like a moth is drawn towards a lamp and it’s still hard to walk, he keeps stumbling to the side as he passes the automatic doors, holding up a hand to wave at the cashier with a stupid drunken grin, before he disappears behind the rows of shelves.

and baekhyun’s not even sure what he’s looking for, the only thing he knows is that he has a craving for something, or anything, he feels like he could eat everything the small store possesses and he bites his lips as his eyes slowly scan over the selection of snacks, labels blurry, he’s not able to read them but he still pulls at the various bags of chips, inspecting them closely but in the end he just throws them onto the floor, the colour of the packaging not impressing him and walks towards the next section.

but his feet doesn’t cooperate with him and he steps on one of the bags, the snack crunching loudly underneath his weight and he slips, bumping into another shelf as he tries to hold on somewhere, to not lose his balance, but it causes some jars to fall, glass shattering on the floor, splattering their contents around everywhere and baekhyun giggles at the sight. “sorry”, he whispers to the broken jars.

here comes trouble + cs & bb

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sumin was in for the night shift at the convenience store again—lately she had been struggling more with her financial problem, maybe it’s time for her to look for more jobs now, but instead she chose to work overtime whenever she had the chance. tonight was one of those times. there was a quite number of customers when she started her shift, it felt as if people just kept on coming and didn’t even leave. people gradually decreased later on which was a relief, she could finally breathe, so she sat down on a chair behind the counter. 

then her co-worker for the night had to excuse herself due to an unexpected emergency at home. sumin didn’t mind though, the other seemed very trouble about it and she wasn’t really that inconsiderate to say no (after all her friend had a reason to leave) when asked if she was fine with staying alone for the rest of the night. it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to it, she had been there a few times so she couldn’t be bothered, and so her friend left. there wasn’t many customer after that, she almost felt like her friend had attracted them along with her (or was it her that repelled everyone from coming here) and an hour or two went by with mostly sumin yawning and putting her music on the highest volume. god, this was so boring. 

and when a male finally found his way into the store, sumin couldn’t deny that she was glad. finally someone came in. that’s when she realized he could even barely walk straight towards whatever shelf she had no idea if he could see, he was drunk. she was about to approach him when a customer entered, and then two and three and the list went on, she had no idea why the hell were these people attacking the store all at once now. she was busy at the counter when she heard things being thrown onto the floor—suddenly every eyes were on the drunk male, of course he didn’t seem to care, he’s drunk for fuck’s sake.

shit, she couldn’t just yell from here. “my god,” she breathed out, cracking a forced smile at this customer in front of her while doing her job. this was going to be hard. she was stuck with serving people here yet someone else was causing a mess in her store, if only she could split her body into two, that would be really helpful. this was going to be a long night.

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(sms: pillow princess) why is everyone lying to you tho?? (sms: pillow princess) i feel so sorry for you ) : (sms: pillow princess) seems like all those ppl you fuck tell you how great you and your dick are while in fact they just pity how tiny it is

[ txt: high school bitch ] i doubt a tiny dick could leave someone sore for days [ txt: high school bitch ] you would know since your tiny dick can’t do shit [ txt: high school bitch ] i’d invest my time in something productive, like figuring out how to grow your dick or something lol