guillaume jung guihyun. XXV. korean hallyu star banished to paris.❝ Being famous is more of a hindrance, aconstraint, than just letting yourself be free. ❞
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It was a constant tightrope act for Kristian, treading the fine line between fuck buddy and former lover, especially since they two had been separated on reluctant (at least on his part) circumstances the last time they were on the same continent. They’d reunited, barely recognizable, each part known and unknown just as intoxicating as the next - Gui had told him how to indulge, Kristian taught him the peak of his vices could be found on none else than the tip of his own tongue. There was no helping the smug satisfaction when Gui paid him the slightest bit of attention over another, and Kristian craved it as if it was the headiest, most potent drug, that it made him conniving. Cruel. “Is that so? All for the better, I suppose - I’m really quite terrible at it,” he chuckled, leaning his head back against Gui’s neck. “How convenient for the both us - we’re already in bed, wrecked, all but stuck together with various, unmentionable fluids. That is, unless you had previous plans?” He pointedly tugged lightly on the other’s boxers.
Guillaume would like to think that when he’d left for Paris from South Korea, he’d traded his usual flings for new ones in France - a way to switch things up if you will. And for the most part, he had until Kristian’s and his paths crossed yet again for the first time in seven years. Lingering feelings bubbling to the surface, Gui had made sure to pop any notion that they’d get back together in his head. The year was different. They were different. And after the shit he’d pulled in Korea, he couldn’t afford another fuck-up, especially not one with a man which was basically a career killer where he lived. So in the moments he could feel something rising up again - could feel him wanting it again - he made sure to distance himself. So as the man seemed to get comfortable against his neck, he could feel his heart pounding behind Kristian’s body, the beat getting faster and faster until he finally sat up. “Uh, it’s nothing I can’t cancel,” he said, pointedly untangling himself from Kristian and getting up from the bed. They needed to stop this - whatever they had - but Guillaume would settle for changing like the seasons, a constant push towards and away. “I feel like watching a movie - do you have any good movies here?” He walked in any which direction, looking for anything to change the subject from their obvious stickiness and lack of clothes.
#( chat )#( kristian )#( rIP WHEN GUI CHANGES LIKE DAY AND NIGHT )#( is there even any fluffiness in this idk )
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[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.
[text] Didn’t you send this exact text less than a week ago?
[text] What exactly is there to analyze this often??
[text] Why are you high without me??????
[text] I’m on my way over. Switch the Disney to porn in preparation.
texts from last night! meme
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[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.
[text] how funny because my phone just gave me a reminder too
[text] it says to remind you not to be such a sOURPUSS
[text] don’t make me pull up to your place like
[text] ‘get in loser, we’re going clubbing’
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[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
[text] welp it’s too late to do anything about it now
[text] wait
[text] hurry we gotta steal all of the door knobs in paris so no one will suspect us
[text] i’ve already got 12
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[text] you traded sex for a burrito?
[text] ah but ‘twas no ordinary burrito
[text] i’d trade hundreds of flings for another el nopal burrito
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[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
[text] idk about that
[text] i’d basically be out of a job for thinking ‘i’m really in the mood for a taco’ while filming a sex scene
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[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?
[text] significantly not as well now that i know you could have sent me dick pics rather than cat pics
[text] u could always make up for it now tho ;)
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[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes
[text] take my advice here
[text] just keep adding alcohol until it’s almost poisonous
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[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation
[text]: one makes you nut the other tires out your hand…you had the best of both worlds with me.
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texts from last night! meme
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When he’d made the transition from Korean clubs to French clubs, Guillaume had been nervous about the differences - how was he supposed to know if perhaps the French were more classy or even crazier than the Koreans? But thankfully after his first visit to one of the hottest Parisian clubs, the setting lulled him into a sense of familiarity: the flashing lights, the harsh beat that vibrated through his whole body, and the people. It felt like he’d never left. The feeling of dancing in a crowd of people, sometimes grinding against someone you didn’t know whatsoever, had never changed. Rolling his body along with the beat, he caught sight of a girl trying to coax one of the lone guys at the end of the bar. Approaching slowly, it became more and more apparent that there wasn’t going to be any dancing for the man. “Let the guy be.” He struggled to speak over the pounding speakers. “Dance with someone your own size.”
Flashing lights carved a temporary path through the thin layer of smoke, glinting off her chrome bracelets as she danced to the thrumming beat. Lyra had been having a particularly bad day and had sought entertainment elsewhere, for there was no shortage of that in this city–at least not for people like her. She hadn’t much bothered to check where she’d ended up as long as there was plenty of company and lots and lots of alcohol. Twirling by the bar, she momentarily considered another drink (would it be her fourth? fifth?) before she spotted someone at the end of the bar. Reaching out, uncaring if it would be unwelcome for she was too deep in her cups, she grasped their arm, yelling, “You know, it’s a lot more fun if you dance.”
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[MSG]:YOU IS KIND. YOU IS SMART. YOU IS IMPORTANT. YOU IS CLEANING YOUR OWN VOMIT.
[ MSG ]: I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS [ MSG ]: also i think im still drunk
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Perhaps for other people, their positioning would be awkward - fuck buddies didn’t tend to stay for so long and exes didn’t even dare to get this close to the other. Yet Guillaume and Kristian were both but the way the two were curled together didn’t feel like anything but natural for him. Gui sighed softly, breath fanning over the skin that he’d just finished marking over with his lips. Burrowing his face closer into the crook of Kristian’s neck, his eyes panned over the profile in question. How many times had they been in this position over the years? Even when they’d been young and in love before Guillaume retreated to Korea for college? Had they always been like this? “Hmm, I think that...” he trailed off, his fingers absently raising to meet the screen of Kristian’s phone. In a flicker of fingers, he swiped left rapidly on the various profiles that appeared before turning the phone off with a brief click, letting his body truly slump against Kristian’s. “I think that the damage is pretty bad - better delete the whole app entirely. Guess you’re stuck with me,” he mumbled into the curve of his neck, previously raised arm falling across Kris’s chest.
“You and I would know,” Kristian corrected with a grin, forcing himself not to look as Guillame moved to sit up, to grab his clothes. He wasn’t nearly drunk nor high enough to whine for the other man to stay in bed, to insist that he had nothing to do all day and it was all the more reason not to do anything all day - in bed. Kristian flicked the brightness of his phone screen to maximum, so sure the movement would catch Gui’s attention, and grinned smugly to himself when the actor eagerly proved him right. “Well, aren’t you paranoid,” he chuckled, raising his arm behind him to pinch Gui’s cheek. "Oh, Hannah or Armand or whoever it was that was at that gala last night nabbed my phone - I’m just surveying the damage done.” He held out his phone with a faint smile, daring. “And? You tell me. How bad is it?”
#( chat )#( kristian )#( I HATE EVERYTHING GOODBYE I'M GONE )#( i do not love u i hate u why would u do this )
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“I suppose you would know, wouldn’t you?” Guillaume grinned, sore limbs outstretched until they popped to his delight. Ignoring the slightest wafts of smoke coming from Kristian’s direction, the silky sheets slid down Gui’s figure as he sat up from his spot on the bed, spotting his discarded underwear before retrieving and pulling said garment over his ass. A yawn on the tip of his tongue, tired out from the duo’s chosen activities for the night, Guillaume groaned lowly instead until he caught sight of the glowing screen in front of Kristian’s face. Decidedly jumping back onto the bed beside the other man, he curled up close to look over his shoulder. “Damn, I just fucked you and you’re already looking to replace me. If you hadn’t convinced me otherwise, I’d think that I wasn’t good enough for you.”
“’Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.’ What a markedly romantic way to put sensibility - it makes scientists and scholars out to be so much more erotic than they are,” Kristian chuckled through a puff of smoke. He flicked left on Tinder bio lighting up his screen - why he even allowed anyone to make him a Tinder account was beyond him - he must have been helplessly intoxicated. “I would know.” He was only being facetious of course - their circumstances proved very much otherwise.
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