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♡   ❜   hyuk   .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. the familiarity of that moment, being in the barn with noel, a horse just there so both of them could pet to their heart’s desires… it was almost revolting, and had hyuk not been completely immersed by the sight in front of him — noel and how close he was — he would have probably felt a burning rage inside him, thinking of all the moments they missed when the other walked away, and all the different what ifs had he stayed, instead. rather, hyuk watched as noel pet spirit, his horse, looking gentle and tender, and the gesture had his heart doing somersaults. he knows it’s dangerous, to be that close, or even to be in his presence for long. he was aware of noel’s power of persuasion, and just how big his own susceptibility was. still, it wasn’t like he could do anything else than watch noel then, something like regret brewing in his gut, rethinking his own defensive stance for the slightest of moments. it was hard, holding noel accountable for breaking his heart, for leaving only to come back like nothing happened. hyuk was the first one to admit just how messy his feelings were, but sometimes, he would get confused at the depth of his own sentiments, torn between the happiness of having him back, right here, and the sadness and the memories of being all alone when he needed him.

hyuk watched him smile, just seconds before he felt their shoulders brush against each other when he passed by him. his eyelids closed at the sensation, his touch starved body reacting slightly, a sigh scaping him lips. just as quick, however, he opened his eyes again, staring at the ground for a couple of seconds in order to pull himself together. it was confusing, how he would feel when he was this close to noel, but not unexpected. hyuk was finding peace with still being affected by him, even if his whole body ached in wish that he wasn’t. he felt a little weak, responding so strongly to the smallest of touches, his broken heart making his chest feel tighter just at the warmth noel emanated next to him, but there wasn’t much he could do, was there ?? he could run from him, like he did the first couple of weeks after noel’s arrival, but for the sake of the farm, he couldn’t do that forever. and yes, the farm was the only reason as to why he remained there, letting noel sail dangerously close to him again, testing waters, and not because he craved for his touch again. not at all. hyuk glanced at him, letting out a small, hurt, smile at his comment. he could have forgiven noel for forgetting how to ride, but of course he remembered it. the only thing he didn’t care enough to remember was him. hyuk nodded, shaking his head for a response instead of the cheeky little comment about noel’s height that came to mind. he pet spirit once more, before making his way to where they kept the saddles, and easily grabbing one. moving to where noel stood next to sugar, hyuk carefully placed it on top of the horse, not being able to help himself and asking what he was dying to know, one of the things he stayed up thinking about all those years when noel was off, doing god knows what. “ uh, do you— did you miss.. sugar? ” he asked, words implying way more than just the horse he so tenderly cared for. hyuk wanted to know if noel missed their life, if he spent the days just as miserably as he did. he wanted to know if noel missed him. too embarrassed at his own question or how he missed a beat before saying the horse’s name, hyuk got too focused on adjusting the saddle on sugar, making sure it was safe and comfortable for both the horse and the human that would soon be sitting on it, ignoring the fact that noel was just there next to him, eyes glued to the leather object.

✩            ↷             ヽ           every task and every movement hyuk made could resurface a memory in the back of noel’s mind. standing here, watching him fix the saddle with that question he asked lingering between the two of them, he was brought back to a time where he didn’t know how to ride. he remembered doing it with hyuk all the time, his father’s assistance some times. other times, when his father was absent and the two could be alone — well, those were noel’s favorite times. the flirty jokes, riding at a slow pace in fear of rushing through the moment, and stopping somewhere along the way to enjoy the view together ... noel could remember it like it was yesterday. and then, as he is silently reminiscing about those times, he remembers hyuk’s question — did he miss ... sugar ?

          now the both of them could tell what he really meant. it had been awhile since noel had been back, and he finally felt he had been making baby steps with hyuk to make hyuk forgive him for leaving. he wishes he could tell hyuk and hyuk would understand, but that resentment and those feelings keep things from truly working out. so, when hyuk asks him this, he hums, as if he has to think about it, but he is really just thinking of how to say it . did he miss sugar ?  yeah ... but did he miss hyuk ?  well, a whole lot more.

          there was never going to be anyone who compared to hyuk, no matter what noel or noel’s mother  did to try and change things. and in the midst of trying to figure out how to respond to him, noel watches hyuk with greedy eyes. the way his fingers work the saddle, his muscles flex, his eyebrows furrow — every little detail of hyuk, noel is studying, and in a moment of distraction by his beautiful looks, he says, ❝ i missed you both, ❞ and does not realize just what he has said. once he is back down to earth, which takes him a few moments to do, he looks at hyuk’s face and continues to say, ❝ i’m relieved to be back, despite what you might think. ❞

          and what hyuk might think is obvious to noel. he could tell by his demeanor, how cold he was. he was out of touch. it was as if noel barely existed some times despite how they used to spend time together. and it was a bit sad, truly, how noel would take that side of hyuk over no hyuk at all. he smiles at hyuk to try and mend the momentary emotion as he says, ❝ i can’t wait to go riding. you will help me up there, won’t you ?  ❞ with this, noel dares, and his hand gently rests upon hyuk’s forearm which is working on the saddle still. to feel it move, flex, and touch him in general — it was breathtaking. ❝ just don’t purposefully let me fall. ❞

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♡   ❜   ash   .

✧        ˖      ・ﾟ   ronan’s little three-word response to his query about going to the store with him made his heart sing while a wide smile placed itself gently on his lips. to anyone else it would seem like a very curt response, not even a yes or a no really… just a statement about wanting ice cream. but ash knew ronan - he was a man of few words, most of which him and woo could decipher without any trouble at all. so with ronan saying that he wanted chocolate ice cream, ash knew that this was him agreeing to join his trip to the store. ❝ i’ll buy you all of the chocolate ice cream you could ever need ❞ he said with a smile, squeezing ronan’s hand before leaning up on the tips of his toes to press a small kiss to his cheek. if you had told ash 10 years ago that he would be in a throuple of sorts with two ofhis oldest friends there was a very good chance he wouldn’t have believed you in the slightest. but looking back ash truly didn’t think there was any other way for them to end up. having two people to love with his whole heart made so much more sense than being forced to just pick one. it hadn’t been until ronan had finally gotten out of jail that ash realized that maybe his feelings for- the other weren’t totally platonic. in the beginning the younger had written it off as him being excited to see ronan, they hadn’t been able to hang out like this for eight whole years so of course ash would want to super glue himself to his friend’s side. but with the way his heart would jump into his throat whenever ronan would be the first to reach out to him, even if it was just a simple brush of his hand or when he let ash lean against him when they were on the couch.. having those sorts of feelings made it very clear that maybe his own feelings weren’t strictly platonic anymore.

          ash didn’t want to let goof ronan’s hands just yet – honestly he would stay just how they were for as long as ronan would let him but he didn’t want to push his luck just yet. after letting their hands drop he grabbed his small backpack that had been discarded by the front door the day before and brought it over to where he had just been standing, shoving his grocery list and the small handful of reusable bags into it before securing it onto his back.  ❝ready? ❞ he asked with a grin, holding out his hand towards ronan once again so he could lead them out of the apartment.

          the elevator ride was quick with ash standing happily next to ronan and holding his hand again with the same large smile still on his face. sure, ash loved hanging out with ronan inside the apartment they shared but being able to get out of those four walls and do something as simple running errands was a thing ash didn’t know he could love as much as he does. ash squinted as they stepped out into the midday sun, his hand reflexively tightening around ronan’s to save him from potentially tripping or walking into an oncoming person by accident. ❝ do you mind walking? it’s only right around the corner! ❞

✩            ↷             ヽ           to go shopping with ash — what a marvelous thing. it felt weird to step out of the house, even if he did it several times a week himself to go work his job. still, if he was not at work, he was burrowed away at home away from any kind of sunlight and outside interference. ash and taewoo often left the apartment, taewoo more often for his own job, so it was natural to see them two come and go. ronan, however, could become one with the couch all day if allowed. yet, at the idea of going somewhere so domestic as the grocery store with ash, well, ronan could not tell him no (  nor could he tell him no to almost anything, really ) . to see ash’s face light up and to hold hands with him ... it was more than worth stepping out of the apartment when he normally wouldn’t.

          the sunlight hits him hard and he squints his eyes to try and combat it. he nods at ash’s words, tightly holding ash’s own hand back. while ash might be protective of him, ronan felt protective of ash, too. on top of that, being out with him made ronan clingy. it was going to be an interesting trip, ash walking around holding ronan’s hand. this was because ash could light up a room with just his presence while ronan could darken it right back. it was like polar opposites walking down the sidewalk in the sun, ronan’s hand above his forehead to block the sun from his eyes. he felt like a vampire out in the sun, his skin almost tingling from the sensation of the bare heat and his eyes starting to hurt from squinting.

          ❝ it’s so bright, ❞ ronan says, but he then realizes ash might think he is complaining. ❝ i’ll bring a hat next time, ❞ he corrects, hoping that ash will understand he was only making a statement. he didn’t want to upset ash or think he didn’t want to come, because he really did, and being out with ash like this made him happy even if his face didn’t show it. he grips ash’s hand briefly and mumbles a small, ❝ thanks for inviting me, ❞ without even attempting to look ash’s way due to embarrassment.

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♡   ❜   taewoo   .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. for a couple of seconds, ronan’s sharp gaze on him makes taewoo freeze. he stands there, the only thought passing through his mind being about how his feet feel slightly tingly, and his far away critical sense forces his brain to debate whether or not he should worry about that. he firmly pushes his toes towards the floor, one feet after the other, the momentary pain almost making him grimace, but his expression remained stuck to something that could resemble apathy — the other knew better, though, aware of woo’s tear stained cheeks, and all the years they spent beside each other. ronan knew taewoo, he knew that indifference was something he practically was incapable of feeling, especially when it came to things that mattered to him. woo also happened to know ronan, like the back of his hand, as he proudly mentioned countless times before. he wondered if the other had something in his mind that prevented him from going to sleep, or if he just wanted to have a little bit of alone time in front of the television. knowing him, it was probably the latter, given there wasn’t plenty of alone time when you had ash and woo as your friends, boyfriends, significant others… partners… or whatever it was that they were. that, of course, if taewoo could call them anything of the sort, given how much of a mess he always seemed to bring into the other two’s lives.

moving for the first time in what felt like forever, the man shook his head slightly, as if he demanded those intrusive and self deprecating thoughts to disappear, go away. he did hate when ash or ronan saw him like that, not carrying his usual and familiar energy and spirit. he hated worrying them, but there wasn’t much to be done then. ronan had seem him looking like a fucking deer in the headlights, bottle of water in hand. woo bit his lower lip, feeling a little anxious at the question echoing in his mind. why hadn’t the other let them know he was home ? his eyes fell on ronan’s arm, stretched out to him in an inviting way. taewoo instantly feel his heart miss a beat, the synergy between them making him want to move across the living room and touch him. before his brain could tell his legs to move, however, his ears heard his voice, demanding yet soft, and woo found himself instantly complying, tingly feet taking him to ronan, again, one after the other. he placed the water bottle on the coffee table before taking his hand in his, thumb caressing his skin as he sat down. there was no space left between them, as taewoo allowed himself to act on his instincts and sat as closer as he could to ronan, reaching up a little to peck his lips as if he needed the affection. the man was a boy at heart, and there really wasn’t a day when he didn’t need the affection. then, however, feeling sad and hopeless, he found himself desperately craving for ronan’s touch. ash was probably sound asleep on his room, and he wouldn’t wake him up only to bother him with his own needy feelings. now, ronan was there — still up. how selfish would he be to ask for a little attention and company? ;;; contraring his thoughts and his own sad complexion, though, woo asked, “ is everything okay? you were late coming home. ”

✩            ↷             ヽ           to tell taewoo that he just wanted alone time felt like a crime in the moment. it was heartbreaking to see taewoo look how he did, but it felt even more devastating  when he traveled to the couch and immediately needed that physical touch in search of love. ronan, in an odd moment of wanting to simply give  allows taewoo to do as he pleases, his arm wrapped sweetly and selfishly around the other’s waist. and when taewoo seats himself right up against ronan, the latter finds it unsatisfying, and so he pulls taewoo to the point where one of his legs is forced to drape over ronan’s. their exchanged kiss felt like a remedy, something taewoo needed, yet it also didn’t feel like enough. seeing taewoo in this kind of mood had an effect on ronan. all ronan wanted to do was make him happy.

          before answering, or thinking of one, perhaps, he leans down and presses a kiss to taewoo’s jaw. to be with him like this, lips on his skin and leg over his own, it felt warm. it felt right. it felt like it was all ronan had wanted for so long, even if he was just banking on some time by himself after coming home from work. it makes him think — maybe time without taewoo or ash wasn’t for the best, and he should have at least texted them that he was home or on his way when he was. if he hadn’t, he might not have had to see taewoo so distraught, but, then again, he might have also not had him sitting practically on his lap in need of affection.

          ❝ oh, ❞ ronan mumbles to audible show he remembered taewoo asked him a question. ❝ work just ran over, and i didn’t want to bother you two, ❞ he honestly answers. his hand that has snaked around his waist beforehand now holds tighter, as if showing through his actions that he does not want to upset taewoo with his words. so, instead of waiting for a reply, he asks, ❝ why are you up ?  ❞ in the smallest voice possible as his lips graze taewoo’s in pure intimacy.

          he loves taewoo, and he only wishes that, in moments like this, he could tell him. so, instead, he closes his eyes on instinct, just barely mumbling, ❝ i missed you, ❞ while his lip then quivers in embarrassment for admitting it.

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gotcha   @hallvcination   !   →   raewon + morgan   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            it was the one thing morgan had always envied raewon for. the way he could express himself, be who he wanted to be, and do what he wanted to do without wondering what others would think. it was just a shame that he had to hide it all from his family, as everyone else who knew he was like this would support him to the ends of the earth. this would, of course, include morgan, who had fallen for raewon at the sight of him in some pretty and skin complimenting make up and those sweatshirt crop tops he often wore. morgan, who always felt tied down due to his hearing, admired and loved raewon for his ability to be whoever the hell he wanted to be. morgan wished he could do that, too.

          and that was why he was so open to it whenever him and raewon would have cute dress up sessions back at morgan’s place. dallas was over often, mostly as his own escape from his overbearing family, but morgan had gotten lucky tonight that dallas had decided to stay home and have some family time. because of that, him and raewon were digging through raewon’s big bag of surprises. when morgan had greedily pulled out a pink plaid skirt and held it up to his body, raewon had encouraged him to try it on, which morgan could not resist.

          so, he does. he is in the bathroom, staring at himself in a pleated pink plaid skirt. he feels his face flushing at the sight of the skirt and he wonders — should he keep his hearing aids in if he is trying to look pretty for raewon? he stares at himself in the mirror, only a skirt and no shirt on, and he touches on his ear. he bites his lip for just a moment before he attempts to take one of them out. just as he does, he can hear raewon shuffling outside of the room and he gets nervous. so, instead of taking them out, he ends up scrambling to the door and cracking it open to see what raewon is doing.

          ❝ raerae, ❞ he coos in a sweetly innocent voice. ❝ am i taking too long ?  sorry, i don’t have a shirt to go with it — ❞ the sentence is half a lie, but also sort of the truth, as he is standing here shirtless and unsure of what to do. the real truth was that he didn’t know how to gauge such a pretty skirt with such ... not so pretty  hearing aids.

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gotcha   @socialcasualty   !   →   becky + hunter   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            and all hunter ever does on his shifts anyway is watch becky walk and grace the room.

          it had been eating at him more and more these days. the way the other would do his chores, his work, or just do nothing  in a fashion that made hunter just want to pounce on him. it was weird — he had never had these kinds of feelings for anyone before. and staring at becky while he did his normal tasks during work hours only solidified his feelings. sure, hunter had playfully flirted, touched, and messed with him. other than that, though, hunter had sworn there was nothing else there ... except, there was.

          his parents had walked in briefly, telling becky (  and not him, as he had known this prior )  that they were leaving for the rest of the day to ride into town on a date night. hunter cherished the nights his parents would not be home, as he could do as he pleased. this usually just consisted of drinking a few too many beers and playing his video games way too loud. but, since becky had waltzed into his life, he had been desperately trying to have becky spend time with him on these nights he was free. if not, hunter was trying to somehow sneak away from his parents so that they didn’t suspect he had a thing for the other.

          as soon as they leave the room, hunter scans the room to make sure they are the only two in it. when he deems it okay, he slides around the counter and over to becky, who is mostly likely lost in his work. at least, he was, until hunter snatched that clipboard out of his hands and sent him a goofy smile. ❝ did you hear that ?  ❞ he asks. ❝ mom and dad won’t be home until later tonight. so, do you, maybe, uh, ❞ he ponders, dragging out his stutter before sending becky an even bigger grin and finally asking, ❝ come over and hang out tonight ?  nothing better than some after work hours bonding. ❞

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gotcha   @hallvcination   !   →   dimitri + tsuki   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            dimitri would say that the only reason he invited tsuki out to some big ass gala like this was just because he could not stomach being alone here. in truth, he wanted to look good with someone on his arm and to have it be tsuki was just the icing on the cake. his parents were to be lurking somewhere around, looking for dimitri to be making a good name for himself and the company amongst all the others. dimitri, though, could only care for how tsuki looked pinned up in one of dimitri’s extra suits, dark red cloth to compliment the black tie tucked nicely into the middle of his suit. at first, dimitri could easily pretend tsuki wasn’t the object of his affection, but now, after watching him work the room by his lonesome, he was jealous and needy.

          of course  all those rich white girls would lose their cool over a guy dressed as good as tsuki. his long hair, his perfect skin, his sneaky gaze — dimitri would grace the crowd with his presence only to retrieve his toy that he almost regretted asking to come. if he had known tsuki was going to spend the night actually socializing and not by his side, he would have told him there was absolutely no use for him being here. it wasn’t like tsuki was flirting, at least, dimitri hoped not, but to see him even standing beside some white blonde in a bedazzled black dress down to the floor made him want to rip his own eyeballs out.

          no amount of intoxication would make dimitri okay with the sight before him. he’s pushing through a crowd of people he does not care to get to know, all because he sees the way that blonde with her hair pinned so meticulously up is looking tsuki up and down as if the reason he stands before her is so she can gawk at him. it makes dimitri want to throw up and sucker punch her all at the same time. the question did beg — why did dimitri care so much ? well, he’d say it was because tsuki came here to be with him , but that was only half the truth.

          as he finally reaches the two of them, he makes the most disgusted face. his hand quickly whips to grab tsuki by the wrist, pulling him into his body without a care in the world. he leans up to his ear, the one that is not seen by that sleazy blonde, and whispers, ❝ are you trying to put your dick in other people besides me tonight ?  ❞ before pushing tsuki away aggressively. ❝ i didn’t know you were so into ugly blondes. ❞ dimitri then pushes a hand through his own blonde hair before saying, ❝ are you really putting me  up against this woman ? ❞

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gotcha   @hallvcination   !   →   august + grayson   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            days like this, where grayson sat at home alone waiting for august to arrive ... they felt like he was reliving his past life. that was a life he kept pushed deep down, a life he did not want to speak about, and a life he knew that august was never trying to give him. still, it was all he really knew, waiting around at home for someone to come home and tell him what he should be doing next. transitioning from a relationship where he was always supposed to know what to do to a relationship where august allowed him to breathe freely was difficult to get used to. grayson didn’t know what to do after he had cleaned the kitchen three times, done all the laundry despite having done it yesterday too, remade the bed from this morning, and making sure there was not a speck of dust throughout the whole house. he could clean the bathroom, but he did that yesterday too, and he wasn’t sure if it needed another come to jesus scrubbing.

          ah, he really was at a loss.

          he stands at the window with a cup of hot chocolate. it was in one of his favorite mugs august had got him, one that read ❛ i’m a fucking ray of sunshine  ❜ that he had gotten him from a store on the way home from work one day. it was one of the few times grayson had actually laughed at something august did for him, but that is not to say august wasn’t a funny person. the mug is warm and reminds him of how lucky he is to have someone as understanding and loving at august in his life.

          grayson blinks and suddenly it is raining outside. his eyes go wide in surprise of the sudden change and thinks for a moment — did august bring an umbrella to work ?  was he dressed for this kind of weather ?  and did the weatherman even predict that it was supposed to rain ?  he taps his chin in wonder before walking to the sink to set down his half empty mug. he has decided to go pick august up from work, whether it means he has to walk or take the bus in the rain.

          he takes an extra coat of his own and an umbrella big enough for the both of them. sure, grayson might look odd walking around with an umbrella that is blue and pink tie dye, but it was august’s, therefore important to him. after locking the door, he treks out on the only thing he knows to do that will hopefully make august happy, and that is pick him up from work. it takes time to get there, from walking through people and over puddles and cracks to deciding not to take the bus as the weather was soothing to him and he’d save money that way. but, it is as he is rounding the corner of the shop august works at that he realizes maybe he should have waited some time, as august doesn’t get off work for another hour or two.

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♡   ❜   dax   .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. dax let out a smile upon watching the other’s expression — he’s been learning it is quite a difficult task to suppress his happiness whenever the other was around. it started out subtle, of course, so much so that it took him a while to actually figure it out. however, the second that he did, dakho couldn’t really think about anything else other than the rain of sunshine in front of him. sun was all he ever known, living in one of the most famous tropical areas of the world ;;;; but yosuke had been showing him a whole different light. and it was interesting, too, how he seemed to be the only person to not acknowledge it. to say the least, dax wasn’t really a smiling guy. and he knew yosuke knew so. he just doubted the other realized the change on his demeanor when he was there, like he was then, smiling about being gifted his favorite can of soda. dax bit his lower lip in order to not reply to yosuke’s previous remark — he could hope for anything but that nara and parker would be back. as a matter of fact, he truly wished they would get busy doing whatever the two love birds usually did somewhere very far from that end of the beach, and that they would take their sweet ass time. the man chuckled at the other’s excitement though, nodding in acknowledgment, “ don’t mention it… ” he replied, with a little wave of his hand. his chuckles turned into a laugh at the mention of their friends, rolling his eyes with a type of annoyance yosuke knew to be fake. he never hesitated to poke fun at nara and parker, but of course, deep down, he didn’t really mind the two’s dynamics. except, well, when he wanted to be alone with the other, “ right ?? ”

dax’s eyes gleamed at the playfulness evident in yosuke’s face, adoration clear in his own expression. he almost found himself muttering his thoughts out loud, how cute , and as he caught himself before it was too late, dakho cleared his throat, thankful he didn’t have to think about something to make conversation or kill the silence as he heard yosuke say his next words. without missing a beat, he watched as the other ran towards the ocean, probably determined to walk along the seaside. his lips curved in a smile at the sight, his hands finding nest on his front pockets, his heart thumping on his chest with the familiar feeling of fondness for the boy that skipped along the sand. upon being called, dax forced himself out of the trance yosuke sometimes got him in, his legs moving and taking him calmly to where the other was forced to wait for him. he kicked off his slippers, bending down to pick them up and sunked his toes in the sand, watching yosuke as he asked what he awkwardly and foolishly hoped to be a flattering question, “ want me to hold yours? ”

✩            ↷             ヽ           it was getting to a point where yosuke could feel his heels dipping into the sand a little too far for his liking. and just as he looks down at his feet and how they are almost misstepping him, he hears dax offer to hold his shoes. it is like a firework goes off in his body, the way he lights up and looks at dax with absolute adoration. it was amusing — how dax could look so dull and distated at one point, yet he then smiles at yosuke and asks to hold his shoes another. it makes yosuke’s inside explode and melt all at the same time, and instead of answering, he is kicking off his shoes so that he can hand them to dax. did he want dax to have to hold them? not really, but dax offered, and the idea of dax doing something so small and innocent for him made his heart soar.

          ❝ thanks dax — ❞ he says in a bit of a small voice when the other takes his shoes. for a moment, he just stares at the other, a smile engulfing his features. suddenly, that simple loving and adoring  dax had turned into something more bittersweet, tender, and yosuke had no idea what to do about it. his innocence kept him from truly understanding what he was feeling down in the pit of his stomach. when he catches himself in his trance, he gets embarrassed thinking he had been staring for longer than he actually had, and his fingers start to tumble with one another.

          his brain cannot send the right words to his mouth. such a feeling comes across as odd to yosuke, who is mostly outspoken and daring. though, he is these things in a naive and pure way. he doesn’t like to worry or think about things for too long after they happened. his parents had taught him to live freely and never dwell, but that was only when it came to negative feelings. this was different, looking at dax with the ocean behind him, and he was wondering if it was okay to dwell on the feeling of pure infatuation and love.

          suddenly, his face lights up red. why ?  because he had accidentally asked dax, ❝ can i hold your other hand ?  ❞ as if his brain forgot to tell his mouth that those were words he shouldn’t be saying to someone who was probably only spending time with him due to nara and parker being on their own getaway.

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♡   ❜   spencer   .

✧        ˖      ・ﾟ       spencer couldn’t help the low moan that left his lips as he felt kennedy grind down on top of him while his head rolled back and rested on the top of the couch. he knew he couldn’t blame this completely on ken, he had just taken the bait the taller one had been dangling at him most of the afternoon. but that also didn’t mean he wasn’t going to find a way to get back at him somehow, even if it wasn’t right away. the sweet sound of kennedy’s own moan fills his ears and almost makes him forget where he is, wanting nothing more than to toss the smaller boy on the couch and have his way with him. but he knew playing the waiting game was the way to go, that it would all be worth it in the end. spencer’s hands snaked down to ken’s waist, resting there lightly as the other continued to rock back and forth on top of him. as much as he wanted to take control the way he usually did, he was enjoying watching ken work himself up. ❝ you could make me hate anything less than i already do just by being you ❞ spencer couldn’t help the way the words left his lips with a growl to them while his hands subconsciously gripped kennedy’s hips tighter. sometimes it was tough for spencer to admit just how much his life sucked before his boyfriend was truly in it the way that he was now. for so long he was just going through the motions of his daily life while dealing with hakkun leaving them all high and dry out of the blue and minchan not being able to hide how depressed it made him; the boy had his hands full with problems that weren’t even his own. but then ken came along and suddenly that dull gray that had surrounded his life for so long was slowly starting to get brighter. the feeling of kennedy taking spencer’s hands in his own brings him back to the present, suddenly very aware of the way his hardening cock in his pants was slowly becoming unbearable. as much as he loved when ken took control like this spencer couldn’t help but start feeling antsy, needing him to stop with the teasing before he finished in his pants.  ❝ well, if you wanna hit every room we better get started or we’ll be here all day… not like that would be a bad thing though❞  the smirk on his lips echoed the one that was on his boyfriends as he swiftly stood up from the couch just enough to turn and drop ken down on his back before he dove down on top of him. spencer held himself up over kennedy, taking a moment to really look at him ❝ you look so sexy like this, you know… ❞ the same smirk as before still hanging from his lips as the words left his mouth before a more serious look took over. ❝ no one else is allowed to see you like this, ❞  he began, letting that possessive side of him take over as he reached out to stroke a finger down kennedy’s jawline before his lips followed along the same path  ❝ promise? ❞

✩            ↷             ヽ           the problem with spencer was that he so easily took control of a situation kennedy so badly wanted to be in charge of. the other problem was that kennedy could never tell him no or deny him of that strength he used in order to dominate him. his back hit the couch but it didn’t hurt due to the cushions, though kennedy almost wished it did, given that it would have shown just how hard spencer threw him down due to the pent up sexual frustration. his legs automatically wrapped around his lover, pulling spencer’s hips down into his own to meet clothed erections. a hum leaves his lips, too, at the thought of spencer fucking him in every room of the house. it was tempting, but kennedy was not sure if he’d have that kind of stamina to keep up with a very fit spencer.

          ❝ you’re so tempting , baby — ❞ kennedy breathes out, hands running down spencer’s shoulderblades. he allows the other to pepper kisses on his previously traced jaw. hearing spencer call him sexy and make him promise not to have anyone else see him like this — well, it drives kennedy nuts . he can feel his body tingling with those lustful sensations, his hips jerking up into spencer at the question of promising. he immediately moans a sweet, ❝ i swear, baby, ❞ before digging his fingertips into spencer’s back.

          there was almost nothing he loved more than see spencer giving him that look that told him he was the only one. whenever spencer got possessive or jealous, it drove kennedy mad, as it was such a turn on that kennedy almost wanted to tempt him on purpose sometimes. sadly, being a model meant that all eyes were on him most of the time. kennedy, though, only ever had eyes for spencer, who he was so enthralled with right now that he felt he could just burst  . ❝ spencer, ❞ he calls out deliciously, giving into every single kiss and touch spencer threw his way. how could he resist such a man like the boy on top of him ?  kennedy breathes a hard sigh through his nose before moaning out, ❝ spencer— are you gonna fuck me good, baby? ❞

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♡   ❜   tj   .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. few things or people amuse tj more than silas did. little silas, too, at that, who could always make taejeong sit and listen to whatever subject he wanted to go on and on about. listening to silas’s giggles and watching him move with every one of his characteristic mannerisms had to be easily one of tj’s favorite activities, and so, amused as ever, the male got comfortable, back against the cold tub, arms spread out to each side, and watching the other, a fond expression assuming position on his face, just like any other time when he was focusing on his boyfriend. at his cute words, he wrinkles his nose, smiling at the sweetness they are used to applying when taking to each other, be it during one of silas’s regression or not. he held si’s hand on his, leaning forward a little and carefully bringing it towards his lips, planting a couple of kisses on the back of it before letting go, chuckling at the mention of jaesang. it was so good to daydream about a different reality, where he’d, somehow, be able to stay forever right there, in the comfort of silas’s presence, doing whatever they felt like doing and never having to go anywhere else. tj nodded, about to reply to his boyfriend’s cute previous sentences but stops to accommodate him closer, in between his legs, as he’s scooting towards him. taejeong relaxed his thighs, the other fitting in between easily, hand quickly adjusting his soft member, tucked in a way silas could comfortably lay on his chest and sit so close to him without accidentally hurting him.

feeling his warmth, tj lets out a sigh, content to be sharing that moment with him, hands building a safe comfort around si’s waist, moving up and down his back gently, hugging him tighter and head dropping slightly to distribute lazy kisses across his shoulder and neck. while he speaks, tj nods in agreement — he too could fall asleep there, silas on his arm and the rest of the world outside the locked door. it was intimate moments like this that always got taejeong a little emotional, thinking in hindsight to how he used to think experiencing this with silas was more of a dream, instead of reality, and one that was so far from reach. still, they were there, and tj felt way happier than he thought he would, even on his best dreams. engrossed by the comfortable feeling of si on his arm, tj realized he had spaced out, a couple of kisses and little bites on si’s shoulder later. head raising a little from the previous position as silas tried to look up at him, he met his gaze, heart clenching at how small he looked, his tongue wetting his own lips in desire to kiss silas. “ mmhm, ” the taller agreed, right hand traveling across his back, to his waist, to his chest, and rested on the front of his neck just for a moment, muscle memory working ahead of him as taejeong remembered his own mind that silas was little then. his digits then rested on the back of his neck, bringing him in closer towards his own puckered lips, kissing si’s nose sweetly, before letting go and grabbing the body wash si liked to use when he was in little space. “ daddy wants to be with you forever too, baby… ” tj said, fishing for the pink sponge in the box, putting enough of the pink soap on it and getting to work, starting from silas’s arms. he softly washed his skin, rubbing the fabric on him, watching his reactions to the sensation and smiling at the familiar smell invading his senses, “ you know that, right ?? we’ll find out how long forever is together then. ”

✩            ↷             ヽ           it amazed silas how gentle tj could be with him in little space sometimes. he was always so careful, remembering that he was, in fact, little, and not wanting to push boundaries. silas, who was only half aware of this when he was little due to being engrossed in his little space, can’t help but feel his heart flutter at the light touches, the sweet kisses, and everything else tj did to just cherish him  . it all felt so good, so unreal, and silas really did wonder if forever was possible when it came to the two of them.

          his eyes flutter closed at tj beginning to wash him. he helps him, holding his arms up, leaning whichever way, and even scrubbing some of the soap on his body with his own hand to play in it. he loved how it smelt, like strawberries, and the way it left his skin feeling cute and clean made him giggle in excitement. he looks up at tj as he continues to wash him and tells tj, ❝ i can’t wait, ❞ in reference to finding out how long forever will be together. if there is anyone he wanted to be with for that long, it was going to be tj. it always had been him, anyway.

          as tj begins to finish up, silas adjusts so that he is not so close to him anymore. the feeling of parting from him was unwanted, though he knew it had to be done in order for them to wash all the way. silas hums as tj continues, though, wanting to enjoy it despite them not being in each other’s spaces. when the other finishes, silas is quick to practically launch himself back against tj’s chest and hold him ever so tightly. his eyes slowly close again and he feels the sleep wash over him this time. it was a warm, clean bath with the one he loved ... how could he not get tired ? 

          ❝ daddy, ❞ he suddenly coos. his index finger presses into tj’s back, drawing little circles while he tries his best to keep his composure and stay at least half alert. ❝ can we take a nap together once we’re done ?  i’m sleepy. ❞ silas smacks his lips quietly and brings his other hand up to his mouth, briefly pressing his thumb to his lips before pulling it away. ❝ i want my pacy. ❞

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♡   ❜   jesse   .

✧        ˖      ・ﾟ    i don’t know how this works… the admission made by the boy sitting beside him made his heart flutter for some unknown reason. maybe it was because in most situations hangyeol was usually the smarter of the two, not really being confused as to how certain things worked or not really understanding something. sure, there were some instances where jesse knew more about something than han did but that was usually only because it was some niche interest the taller had that it would be weird for han to know anything about. but taking an uber? something everyone in their age bracket should besome what familiar with… was something hangyeol had no idea about. and that very fact made some part of jesse want to reach out and squeeze the others face and call him cute.  ❝ well you are in luck hannie -  ❞ jesse began with a smile, shifting closer to the other so he could take the wallet out of his hand and toss it back into his open backpack before continuing ❝ sensei jesse is here to teach you everything you need to know about taking an uber ❞ there was a small laugh that escaped his lips then and while he hoped han wouldn’t think he was laughing at him, there was another part that liked when the younger got upset with him. that show of emotion hangyeol seemed to not let anyone else see…it made him feel special in an odd sort of way. ❝ but honestly, i don’t see you taking an uber with anyone but me so really.. what is there to learn when you have me. ❞

      the rest of the uber ride was relatively uneventful except for the occasional �� fucking dumbass ‘muttered under the breath of their driver whenever he would get cut off or when he almost missed a turn and jesse had to practically catch hangyeol when he came flying into him. jesse held onto the smaller boy for a bit longer than was probably necessary, keeping his arms around his shoulders for a few long seconds before retracting them with a whispered ‘ saved your life ‘ into his ear and letting han sit upright again. 

      before jesse knew it the uber was pulling down his street and stopping in front of the house he shared with emma. the drive here seemed shorter than it usually did.. though that was probably because he was used to skateboarding home after class, not actually driving. ❝ thanks for the ride ! ❞ he called out to the driver as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his skateboard that was previously sitting by his feet before shutting the door after han slid out behind him. as they walked up to the front door of the house jesse fished his phone back out of his pocket, typing a quick message to emma ( the message telling her that he wouldn’t mind if she didn’t come home for a couple hours, not so subtly telling her to go hang out with ara tonight ) before depositing it back into the front pocket of his hoodie. 

      the house he and emma lived in together was surprisingly normal for it being where two siblings lived in on their own. old family photos of the two of them decorated most of the flat surfaces in the entry way and living room ( something jesse had conveniently forgotten until they walked into the house and his kindergarten photo was sitting right next to where he dropped his keys ). ❝ so… ❞ he began after kicking his shoes off and dropping his bag right next to them  ❝ are you hungry? should we do food first? ❞

✩            ↷             ヽ           it was safe to say that this would be first and last time hangyeol would ever take a fucking uber anywhere .

          yeah, that was definitely because the driver didn’t know what the hell he was doing and endangered both his and jesse’s lives. the only plus to the whole damn ride home was when jesse held onto him for dear life so that the driver wouldn’t take them both out whipping around that turn. he can’t help but smile at jesse’s joke, although realizing soon after what he had done and that they had made contact for more than a brief few seconds. it made him flustered, and luckily he was able to sort of hide it by looking out the window and trying to focus on anything but what had happened between them two. in another life, he might be thankful the driver took that turn like he was on fast and furious.

          but upon arriving at jesse’s home, he followed the boy quickly as to get away from that horrendous drive home they just had. it was like the world wanted him to be full of anxiousness today. he was already going over to the house of the boy he liked, and then the driver practically flung them around the backseat like papers in the wind. no matter, though, hangyeol tries to tell himself at least, as they are safe now as they walk into jesse’s home that he shares with his sister. it is quite a sight to behold, and he takes note immediately of all of the pictures scattered throughout the walls and shelves. hangyeol, who didn’t mean to be that nosy, takes in every single pictures and notes a few things.

          one, jesse and emma were mostly alone in their pictures. two, there were very few pictures that they weren’t alone, and in those, it seemed to be pictures of friends, though it could have been cousins or other siblings (  hangyeol was sure it was the first, though )  . lastly, there is only one pictures in an obscure place as they are walking through the entryway that seems to be a family photo. it looks generic, almost like it was forced, and hangyeol wonders what kind of relationship jesse has with his parents that him and his sister ended up running away together. he wants to ask, but his nervousness and jesse’s question set him back, though he is sure it is clear how distracted he is looking at the pictures as he answers.

          ❝ yeah, ❞ is all hangyeol says at first, but when he realizes his mistake and that he barely replied, he looks at jesse with a small blush on his face to say, ❝ i mean — sure, whatever you want, uhm, i’m not picky. ❞ though that last statement was a lie, hangyeol doesn’t want to ruin the atmosphere with his stubbornness and high maintenance. before jesse can respond to him, he is looking back at the pictures on the walls, as if it is an entry to the life hangyeol was so scared to ask jesse about. he points to a picture on the wall all of the sudden and randomly (  and a bit stupidly )  asks, ❝ is that emma ?  ❞

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♡   ❜   shay   .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. shay’s eyes now followed sungjae’s every move, aware that he was most likely done with whatever got him out of bed so early, the water bottle long forgotten on the counter. his inebriated brain knew that meant sungjae was free to walk towards him, as he was currently doing, but it still caught him by surprise realizing they were now so close. his cheeks felt warm, a continuous state apparently, since all he was able to do easily next to the other man was blush a ridiculous pinkish tone. well, what the hell, at least he had the booze to blame it on this time. would he never get used to him ?? sometimes, shay wondered just how many months it would take for him to stop acting like a complete fool sporting a big fat school girl crush whenever they were both in the same room. and like it wasn’t embarrassing enough, sungjae would be sungjae and stand a little too closely, touch a little too long, or too softly — it was hard to keep the remaining sense of self respect or mental sanity he had left, knowing it was now a matter of when he’d snap and jump on that greek god he thought it was a good idea to be roommates with. being his friend was hard enough, shay doesn’t know why he ever thought living together would be any better on his puppy love. still, just thinking about coming home at five am and not running into him in the kitchen sounded like the worst possible scenario so you will never hear this boy complain.

he searched for sungjae’s hues as the skin on his waist tingled a little, hyper aware of his touch there. shay wished he wasn’t complete putty in the other’s hands but his body reacted before his mind could, as always. it wouldn’t be different now that he was intoxicated, now, woult it? the way he moved felt like an innate reflex, muscles instantly relaxing and warming up with his presence, taking an extra step forward the second sungjae’s hand meets his back, feeling the sort of comfort he could only get when he was with the other. shay’s own hands traveled towards the chest he must’ve memorized by now, from all the staring — wait, no, not staring, but careful study of sungjae in those skin tight shirts he liked to wear. he moved his fingers a little, shy smile on his lips and head nodding yes cutely. well, at least he figured he would be alright, just as long as he managed to simmer down the thoughts of sungjae’s big hand on his ass rather than his back just now. shay giggled a couple of times at being called cute and being paid attention to, eyes half lidded at both being tipsy but also reacting to the praise. “ i don’t wanna make you late… ” he dragged out his words, looking up at sungjae as an involuntary pout took over his pink tinted lips. “ i don’t wanna go to bed now, either, sungie… i wanna spend time with you… ” he blinked a couple of times, tone a little whinier than usual as he took a long dramatic breath before letting out, “ i missed you loads today— it’s weird coming home without you. so, so weird. ah !!! wanna know a secret? ” shay rambled, suddenly picking up the pace of his sentences, face showing the excitement he felt in sharing a secret with sungjae. “ i kept thinking about you the whole night. ”

✩            ↷             ヽ           every cute, exciting word that left shay’s lips made sungjae smile even more. he could just eat shay up, both figuratively and literally . sungjae almost couldn’t stand it, the way shay would gaze at him and pull him in with words telling him that he wanted him to stay. it was so early in the morning and shay was probably tired, while sungjae had to be at work in about two hours, yet shay was still here, asking for sungjae to give him a little extra attention. ah, but what did shay have in mind for things they could spend time doing together ?

          well, if it’s up to sungjae, he would have had shay right there and more. yet, he feels bad with shay’s half obvious intoxication to do anything more to him than just stand with a hand on his lower back. he stares down at him with a smile and love pouring from his eyes, completely taken back by the boy before him. hearing him whine, that little pout on his lips — damn, sungjae could feel his fingertips burning with lust. he hums as if he is thinking about what to do, but when shay says that he missed him all night, sungjae is quick to jump on that.

          ❝ did you miss me ?  ❞ he asks as if shay did not just say it. truthfully, he would love to hear shay say it again, if not every day. ❝ and you thought about me too ?  ❞ the grin on his face was hard to hide, but sungjae puts his hand up to cover it briefly before allowing shay to see just how happy it makes him. ❝ well ... i thought about you a lot too ... more of worried. how did you do tonight ?  maybe i should have picked you up so you could have spent a little more time with me. ❞

          trying to be discreet, sungjae takes one more step closer to shay. his hand that was rested upon his lower back runs down further, just barely sitting above his ass. he keeps that same, innocent smile on his face with his tone soft. ❝ but if you’re going to keep me from work ... ❞ he starts, pulling shay closer to him by the grip he has with his one hand. he chuckles as he finishes with, ❝ then maybe next time i should keep you from leaving too, huh ? ❞

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gotcha   @socialcasualty   !   →   iago + rome   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            iago sits kindly with his legs crossed on the floor of their room. what rome had wanted to do with him, iago did not know, nor did he really care, as he was spending time with the other in the end. for some reason, iago had become so effortlessly whipped for both rome and his other beloved, sanho. it was a weird change, given that he had never really known any kind of commitment before joining the company and group. but, then again, committing to a company for his career and committing to two men’s hearts were two way different things. despite it, iago found himself finally able to achieve both, as he was learning how to trust and love all the same.

          so he really didn’t mind when rome asked if he could try some new make up looks on him. in fact, rome could have told iago he was going to smother shit on his face and iago would have told him it sounded like a cool idea. well, perhaps that is a bit of an overdone statement, but it just went to show how dedicated iago certainly was to rome. sure, the two bickered almost nonstop, both before and  after they were together, but iago would not want anyone else to nitpick with.

          his eyes are closed as of right now, the brush of foundation gracing his face every so often at the pace of rome. it feels relaxing, in a way, taking his mind off of other things that are bothering him on top of busy schedules. they had lots of work to do for their recent release, on top of some other small and individual things, namely iago still technically being a model. on another note that had nothing to do with work, iago always had his mother on his mind, the woman who would call endlessly about money like she was not selling her body for it to this day. he frowns for a moment, but only a moment, as his lips then curl back into a small smile when he remembers that rome is by his side for comfort.

          ❝ sweets, ❞ he almost whispers. ❝ what kind of look are you going for ?  something our cupcake will like ?  ❞ then, when he feels rome lift the brush from his face, he opens his eyes very briefly to joke and say, ❝ don’t make me ugly — you can’t butcher my looks to always be the pretty one in our relationship . ❞

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gotcha   @hallvcination   !   →   iago + k   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            the phone call was brief. there was no way that iago could stomach having to be in the phone with his mom for more than half an hour anyway, as it was always the same shit she would say on the other line. it was always something stupid, like, mireu-ya ! you seem to be making a killing aren’t you ?  and then don’t you think you should pay your eomma back for all the work to raise you ?  it was never the exact same, but it also never strayed from some variant, and it always ended with iago feeling too bad to tell her no but too headstrong to tell her yes.

          the matters with his mother were always a private thing. he never answered her calls or listened to her voicemails when the others were around for a reason. it was not their business, nor would he want to show that she was practically the only flaw in his entire life. sometimes he wished he was ugly, or had a shitty personality, but, no, he had to be god blessed with a horrible excuse for a mother. she was his downfall and while he loved his job of being famous, he also hated that it gave her the excuse to try and insert herself back into his life. she had no place in it, nor did iago want to give her a place. yet, she was his mother, and that was what always brought him right back around.

          after he hangs up the phone, he sighs. talking to her was so socially exhausting, which was a feeling only she could truly give him. iago could do schedules all day for a week straight and never feel as depleted and drained as he was after talking on the phone with his mother. he could never understand how one woman could do so much shit to him on a phone call that it left him feeling like every ounce of life had been sucked out of him.

          iago throws his phone on his bed. after doing so, he turns to leave his room only to find it one half of his relationship standing before him. his eyes go a bit wide and he blinks a few times before trying to change the subject that is most definitely lingering between them. ❝ cupcake, ❞ he calls out with his arms now outstretching in front of him. ❝ where’d you come from ?  practicing ?  eating ?  well, no matter— ❞ iago takes a step closer as he continues on trying to push down the fact that the other probably heard him on the phone with his mother. ❝ i’m glad you’re back. want to watch that new episode of that netflix show you were watching the other night ?  i think we could use some down time. ❞

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gotcha   @hallvcination   !   →   beom + west   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            there was nothing west was better at then hiding from beom and acting like he was not mad while also being insanely furious. what had beom done this time to upset him ?  well, uh — nothing, actually, it was just west being mad at the world and taking it out on the only person who actually gave enough of a damn to try to console him through his bullshit. perhaps it was his defense mechanism; push beom away before beom could get too close to him. beom would not stick around forever, right ?  or was the fact that beom was sitting by him on the bed while west was under at least three layers of blankets a shining indicator that ... maybe beom was actually worth a damn ? 

          no, that could not be it. west pulls the covers harder over his face when he feels beom shift. he does not know if beom is coming closer or moving further away, but he wants to be left alone. sadly, being left alone was not something beom was good at doing in regards to west, but it was also something west did not want him to do in actuality. west could tell beom left and right to fuck off, but if beom actually did, west would really be hurting. this was why west was secretly thankful for beom’s persisting behavior.

          this time, though, he was swearing he actually meant it when he said he wanted to be alone, but in reality, he would have loved nothing more than to lie under all three of these blankets with beom holding him to sleep.

          he hated that he treated beom this way. on days beom fucked up, which was pretty much never if you really took a look at it, west only felt a little guilty for being absolutely gross to him. but on days like today, where beom was not the source of his sadness, he felt like he was committing the worst sin possible when he was telling beom to go. in reality, he wanted beom so bad, but accepting people into his life to show him kindness and love was hard when you grew up without people like that. beom, especially, was someone who he so desperately wanted to be with, despite the way he treated him, but he could never let himself fully commit. even so, it seemed beom had sensed something was off (  or perhaps insu had run his mouth about west hibernating )  .

          why did beom have to care so much ?  west would have just preferred to be alone.

          well, no, that is once again not the truth, but even thinking that he wants beom under the covers with him makes his chest boil yet also pulse. he just barely shakes underneath his covers, as if he is cold, but in reality, he is just wildly conflicted. suddenly, he kicks out one of his legs and accidentally makes contant with what he can assume is beom’s thigh. he sighs to himself and finds himself feeling even more awful now that he’s hurt beom without a reason to. due to this, he whispers out a small, ❝ sorry, ❞ before closing his eyes to wallow in his own fucking pity.

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gotcha   @hallvcination   !   →   bailey + jini   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            bailey finishes patting down the face mask onto jini’s face before pulling away to give him a smile. he looks at him, love filling his eyes as his cheeks scrunch with his beaming grin. ❝ you look so cute, jini-ah ! ❞ he says with glee, completely taken back by how jini looks just so adorable in front of him right now. there certainly was nobody else who bailey would do this with, not that anyone would have offered like jini did anyway. lucky for him, with jini as his best friend, there was nobody else he would ask to do face masks with him anyway on a night they had free from their busy schedules.

          they did not have to be up early in the morning for once, so bailey wanted to make a show out of tonight. while the others were taking time alone or hanging out with someone else, bailey had asked jini to do a fancy skin care routine with him in their bedroom. there was no hesitation from jini when he said yes, which made bailey ever so happy to know that jini was always so willing to do things with him. bailey even had everything ready to go, planning to use his best pouty face and puppy eyes to convince his best friend had he said he would not do it at first. so, here they were, now, bailey clapping in excitement as the both of them have aloe scented and infused face masks plastered onto their faces. they also had headbands on, bailey with a pink kitty one and jini with a blue, cloud printed one with a big bow in the front. they both belonged to bailey, but jini always looked better in the blue one, so bailey always gave it to him.

          ❝ how does it feel ?  ❞ bailey asks, sparkles practically shining in his eyes. he crawls closer to jini, between jini’s legs, and sits, small enough to fit perfectly in the spot. ❝ i mean, you already have perfect skin, so this is only going to add onto your evergrowing perfection, ❞ the smaller coos. ❝ you look so cute — did i say that already ?  ❞

          there was no doubt that bailey was utterly obsessed with jini, too. if there was anyone he would spend the rest of life with, it would be jini, and that was something bailey would always stay true to. without really realizing his actions, bailey grabs into jini’s shirt at his chest and sends him a big grin again. ❝ i should get us new headbands soon, jini-ah. what color do you want ?  or should i surprise you ?  ❞

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gotcha   @socialcasualty   !   →   haven + nick   .

✩            ↷             ヽ            what was it about haven that made nick latch onto him so quickly ?  honestly, anyone would say it was actually nick who had the problem of becoming attached to people who showed him too much attention. maybe that was why he was obsessed with everyone in the group, but haven had a special place in his heart. ever since that night, he had some kind of obsession with the leader that made nick continue to bother and come back to him like nobody else in the world existed.

          and that was, in fact, what had prompted him to bother beom enough to make sure beom would stay out of his and haven’s rooms tonight so that he could hang out with haven alone  . it was childish, like high school, but it made nick happy that he had beom on his side. he had no shame anyway, as if beom had not agreed, he would have straight up told him why he wanted to be alone with haven — which was because he, gasp, liked him ?

          well, to nick, liking someone was like middle school love. he could fall in love with a picture of a model if you let him (  and had, just ask rome )  . that was why it was hard to take him seriously when he said he liked haven, as it could just be a passing phase, but nick was never one to just sit back and let his feeling go unacted upon. this is exactly why he is knocking on haven’s door, knowing full well the other is in there probably doing something production related. nick probably should have left him alone, but what fun was that when he could be all up in haven’s business trying to flirt with him ? 

          ❝ hyungie !  ❞ he draws out as he peeks his head in the room. he smiles when he sees haven. ❝ what are you up to ?  do you mind if i might join you ?  i’m great company for any kind of activity. ❞