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spacemn‌:

♥  –  rowan  sat  down  as  quietly  as  he  could .  there  was  no  need  for  him  to  be  noisy ,  he  wasn’t  trying  to  make  himself  seem  imposing .  actually ,  after  having  seen  the  size  difference  between  their  hands ,  he  felt  t i n y ,  and  for  some  reason ,  he  liked  it .  not  that  he  wasn’t  used  to  being  smaller  than  most  guys  —  5′5″  rarely  got  him  to  tower  over  men ,  and  his  fragile  stature  wasn’t  anything  impressive  either .  that  being  said ,  his  height  also  meant  his  face  wasn’t  at  the  level  of  seokjoon’s ,  so  he’d  had  to  force  himself  to  look  up  as  they  shook  hands  …  despite  his  sinful  brain  telling  him  to  look  down  at  the  man’s  bare  chest .  no ,  no ,  no !! 

no  matter  what  THAT  was ,  it  wasn’t  good !!  men  shouldn’t  stare  at  male  bodies  with  such  passion . 

thankfully !!  joon  spoke  again ,  and  rowan  was  once  again  brought  back  to  reality .  ❝ oh ,  i  only  follow  roeha  &  rosalie , ❞  he  said .  ❝ i  wouldn’t  go  on  my  own .  it’s  pretty  scary .  but  i  don’t  think  anything  will  happen ,  since  i’m  a  guy  —  ❞ 

he  WAS  quite  feminine ,  though !!

❝ i  think  …  unfortunately ,  those  things  mostly  happen  to  girls ,  don’t  they ??  unless  it’s  in  a  …  …  g - g a y  …  place  , ❞  he’d  lowered  his  volume  even  further  to  speak  those  last  two  words ,  hesitation  filling  his  voice .  he  had  to  make  one  thing  clear ,  though  :  ❝ … but  i’d  have  no  reason  to  go  there . ❞  keep  telling  yourself  that ,  rowan !!  ❝ n - not  because  i  have  anything  against  people  who  do ,  it’s  just  that  i’m  not  …  you  know .  it’s  fine  if  you  are ,  though ,  it  is . ❞

he  was  secretly  hoping  joon  would  use  that  as  an  opportunity  to  come  out .

“Mostly, they do. But you’re pretty cute and small, and when guys are drunk sometimes they don’t really care. Even if it’s not necessarily a gay bar, you should watch your back.” Joon was definitely aware that he was being overprotective of a stranger, but he didn’t want the guilt of anything happening to Rowan being on his conscience. He definitely seemed too innocent for his own good, too innocent to be hanging out with Roeha.

Joon couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the hesitation in the other’s voice, how he felt the need to specify that he wasn’t against being gay, and that he wasn’t including himself in that category, even though they’d very nearly come close to having sex the previous night. Roeha had seemed pretty convinced Rowan would be up to anything. Still, Joon wasn’t the type to push him on it. If Rowan wanted to stay in the closet, then he was welcome to, whatever his reasons were.

But that didn’t mean Joon had to pretend he wasn’t. “I’m glad it’s fine then. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

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👼 p o i s o n o u s , yet p r e t t y people club 👼

that’s me

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spacemn‌:

cherryp3e‌  ♡

♡  –  oh ,  but  things  were  never  quite  that  simple  with  BEE  around .  he’d  always  been  a  little  OBSESSIVE ,  AGGRESSIVE ,  maybe  a  little  bit  SCARY .  never  judge  a  book  by  its  cover ,  they  said  —–  5′7″  bee  was  a  timid - looking  boy ,  though  he  carried  himself  with  the  grace  of  a  prima  ballerina  &  looked  as  fragile  &  expensive  as  antique  china .  unfortunately ,  they  also  said  that  “ EVERY  ROSE  HAD  ITS  THORNS “ ,  and  that  saying  rang  true  with  him  as  well .  indirectly  informed  by  a  professor  that  some  FELLOW  STUDENT  would  be  holding  an  exposition ,  bee’s  curiosity  had  been  piqued . 

bee  wasn’t  the  most  clever ,  but  sangyeon’s  absences  &  the  schedule  on  the  gallery’s  website  were  oddly  similar  …  so  on  that  day ,  he  made  sure  to  wear  his  prettiest ,  most  expensive  clothes ,  the  ones  he’d  gotten  through  some  old  bastard  he’d  catfished  just  months  earlier .  it  wasn’t  cheating  —-  he  wasn’t  even  using  his  own  pics ,  or  his  real  name .  it  was  just  business .  besides ,  artists  don’t  always  have  it  easy .  especially  not  gay  thai  artists ,  apparently . 

he  walked  into  the  gallery  with  fiery  confidence ,  mostly  fuelled  by  his  desire  to  make  sangyeon’s  life  HELL .  that’s  what  people  got  when  they  messed  with  bee’s  trust .  when  he  finally  saw  the  guy  who  called  himself  his  BOYFRIEND ,  all  hell  broke  loose .  ❝ sangyeonie  … ❞  he  whined .  ❝ why  the  FUCK  are  you  still  hiding  stuff  from  me ?? ❞ 

here  he  goes  again .

❝ what  the  FUCK  is  all  that ??  you  really  thought  i  wouldn’t  find  out ??  LOOK  AT  YOU ,  all  proud  &  shit !!  it’s  always  about  you ,  huh ??  must  feel  real  nice  being  loved  everywhere  you  go ,  never  having  to  work  to  get  shit  handed  to  you  on  a  silver  fucking  platter ??  all  ‘cause  YOU  get  to  fake  being  straight ??  it’s  real  cool .  REAL  COOL ,  sangyeon ,  that  you  just  keep  pretending  like  i  don’t  fucking  exist . ❞

with  each  word ,  his  volume  increased ,  and  by  the  end  of  his  short  speech ,  he’d  punched  a  hole  through  one  of  the  paintings . 

oops !!

The moment his eyes locked onto the incredibly clothed figure storming towards him, Sangyeon knew everything was going to take a turn for the worse. For the briefest of seconds he told himself that maybe, just maybe, he’d dressed so well because he was here to be a supportive boyfriend and encourage him, but that wasn’t Bee.

The faint hope was extinguished the moment his name made its way past his boyfriend’s lips. There was a visible flinch as the stream of vulgar sentences started spewing from his loved one’s lips. The artist shot an apologetic look to the man he’d just been discussing Bee’s art with, hoping that the man wouldn’t pay any close attention to what Bee said.

It was easy to tell though, that the louder the other male got, the more people were paying attention. By the time his fist had found it’s way into one of Sangyeon’s paintings, almost every person in attendance was looking in their direction.

““Let’s go somewhere else so you can yell at me, Bee. These people don’t need to hear this.”” He refused to lower himself to Bee’s hysterical lever in front of every potential buyer present. This wasn’t some sort of spectacle, and it certainly wasn’t professional to be doing this here. But Bee had basically just outed him in front of every decent art person from the area, and Sangyeon knew deep down there was really no way out of it. Still, he could try to salvage this. Maybe if he didn’t let his frustration show, Bee would let him lead him outside.

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spacemn‌:

   ♡  –   rowan  simply  stared  at  seokjoon  with  admiration  in  his  tired  eyes .  despite  being  so  busy ,  he  somehow  managed  to  make  time  for  exercise  …  few  people  could  say  the  same !!  and  he  could  cook .  he’d  be  the  perfect  husband  for  a  lucky  lady !!  rowan ,  for  a  few  seconds ,  embarrassingly  felt  envious  of  the  lady  he’d  made  up  for  the  scenario  …  if  only  he’d  been  a  girl ,  then  he’d  be  able  to  date  someone  like  seokjoon !!  not  that  men  couldn’t  date  other  men  ( though  it  WAS  kind  of  weird )  ——  rowan  was  open - minded .

rowan  was  pulled  away  from  his  daydreams  when  he  saw  the  other’s  hand  in  front  of  him ,  but  it  took  a  few  seconds  for  our  fervent  christian  to  react .  ❝ i’m  rowan  ——  ❞  he  replied ,  rather  sheepishly .  he  was  hoping  seokjoon  hadn’t  read  his  mind .  hesitantly ,  he  reciprocated  the  handshake  …  and  tried  not  to  stutter  too  much  as  he  added  :  ❝ it’s  odd  that  you’re  roeha’s  friend ,  he  usually  hangs  out  with  people  …  with  tattoos . ❞  not  that  people  couldn’t  have  tattoos  ( though  they  WERE  kind  of  scary )  ——  rowan  was  open - minded .

❝ they’re  all  very  nice ,  of  course ,  just  a  little  …  impressive . ❞  he  wouldn’t  admit  it ,  but  he’d  always  had  a  weakness  for  the  bad  boy  type .

Seokjoon didn’t let the few seconds of waiting for the other to return his handshake bother him, it was actually pretty cute to see how he seemed to have gotten lost in his own thoughts and watch him snap out of them. Not that Joon really planned to see the guy again. He really didn’t seem like the type to frequently hang out at the bars that he worked at. But there was no harm enjoying the morning with a cute guy and eating breakfast together, not to mention admiring how cute and innocent he seemed.

“What makes you think I don’t have any tattoos?” He joked, though most of his bare upper body was visible and clearly empty of ink. Mostly because he didn’t have the time or spare cash, but also because he’d have ended up getting a cat while drunk or something so he’d made sure to stay away. “You’re right though, I don’t have any tattoos. I work at some pretty sketchy places though, and he seems to like hanging there too. Most people I see are semi-decent though.”

With the introductions out of the way, Joon let go of Rowan’s hand and made his way over to take a seat, gesturing for the other to follow suit. He’d made way too much food, but he could always bring the leftovers to work and some drunk guy was sure to eat it later. “Be careful hanging around places like that though. Most of us who work there try to keep an eye out for anything shady, but there’s always a few unsavoury people.”

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@spacemn

It had taken so so long for Sangyeon to let himself have this opportunity. He just really hoped everything wouldn’t go to shit. It was tough being involved with someone easily jealous and relatively self-centred. If anyone had asked the man for advice on a relationship even remotely close to the one he was currently in with bee, Sangyeon would have been a good friend and told them they deserved better. Shouldn’t the person you love support you in your pursuit of success? Shouldn’t they at least pretend that they were happy with the idea of your art getting recognition?

Unfortunately, Bee had never been that person. Maybe childhood friends dating was a bad idea in the first place, maybe especially so when they both worked in the same field. Sangyeon had never once resented Bee’s talent, actually, he’d always kind of thought the other’s style was more unique, even better, than his own. Yet the other’s insecurities seemed to get the better of him. Sang couldn’t count the amount of times he’d given up something, or felt horrible about a prize, because of a tantrum that the other had thrown as soon as he found out.

So when he’d been approached by a famous are gallery asking to throw an exhibit of all his work, he’d thought maybe, if he just didn’t tell Bee about it, then they would be fine. He didn’t want to upset the man he loved, after all, and this was too good an opportunity to just let it slip away. Plus, this would be a great chance to drop Bee’s name to some important people and hopefully get him an exhibit too.

That was how Sangyeon justified lying to his boyfriend for the weeks leading up to his exhibit. He’d started dropping excuses like ‘my parents need me for something’ and ‘sorry, out for drinks with friends’ whenever he was supposed to see Bee but had to work on his art. Until the day final came around. ‘I’m staying at my parents’ tonight, my dad isn’t feeling so hot’ he’d told Bee, hoping that he would buy it and not look too much into it. And then he’d dressed in a suit and made his way to the art gallery where all his art was on display, to mingle with the rich possibly buyers that had been invited.

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spacemn‌:

♡  –   was  he  supposed  not  to  remember  anything ??  hmm ,  sounded  …  sketchy .  rowan  kept  telling  himself  that  guy  was  roeha’s  friend ,  there  was  no  way  he  was  THAT  bad  …  …  even  though  roeha  had  basically  gone  to  prison ,  he  wouldn’t  hang  out  with  bad  people ,  would  he ??  he’d   never  killed  anyone ,  he  was  a  relatively  moralistic  person .  not  the  kind  that  goes  to  church ,  obviously ,  but  he  also  didn’t  sacrifice  small  animals  to  satan ,  so  …  he  was  an  average  man .  with  average  friends  who  wouldn’t  endanger  rowan’s  life .  as  enticing  as  heaven  sounded ,  rowan  wanted  to  live  a  little  while  longer !!  

not  taking  his  eyes  off  the  handsome  –  not  to  be  confused  with  ATTRACTIVE  –  man ,  rowan  walked  toward  the  OBJECTIVE  and  took  out  what  they’d  need ,  plates  and  utensils ,  and  laid  them  on  the  table  with  the  precision  of  a  knitting  grandmother .  an  uncomfortable  chuckle  left  his  lips ,  and  he  began  speaking ,  ❝ i’ll  …  i’ll  eat  with  you .  i  live  with  roeha ,  so  you  –  maybe  you  know  where  that  is .  i  –  you’re  his  friend ,  right ?? ❞  gosh ,  he  hoped  his  hypothesis  was  right .  the  rate  of  his  heartbeat  would  probably  amaze  even  the  most  experienced  physician ,  and  his  lips  were  so  dry ,  even  the  sahara  was  burning  with  jealousy .  he’d  just  woken  up ,  yet  he  was  already  going  through  such  intense  emotions .  what  a  roller  coaster !! 

pushing  through  his  doubts ,  rowan  gave  a  sheepish  smile  followed  by  a  modest  expression  of  gratitude  :  ❝ you  really  shouldn’t  have  gone  through  all  that  trouble ,  i’m  a  little  bit  embarrassed  –  ❞  as  if  it  weren’t  apparent  enough .  he  felt  a  little  guilty  about  all  those  things  he’d  accused  the  other  of  in  his  head .  had  he  not  been  raised  to  assume  the  best  about  everyone ??  shameful !!  ❝ i’m  sorry .  i  don’t  really  remember  what  happened  last  night .  that’s  why  i’m  a  little  …  disoriented . ❞

The knowledge that this angelic looking kid lived in the same place as a guy like Roeha was borderline disturbing shocking and almost caused Seokjoon to drop the plate loaded with toast he was in the process of bringing to the dining table. He let out a small cough to hopefully disguise the way he practically flinched at the fact. It wasn’t that he disliked Roeha, he’d even called the guy his friend, but he’d seen the kind of stuff the other male did when he was out at the club for the night, and this sweet looking guy was the last person he’d have pegged as his roommate.

“Yeah, we’re uh, friends. I’ve never been to his place though. I work at the bar we met at last night, that’s how I met Roeha too. Actually, it might have been at another bar.” He tried to think of the details of how they’d met, or even which bar he’d been working at at the time, but it was all honestly a blur of alcohol and overwork, so Seokjoon quickly offered the smaller man another friendly smile as he finished bringing all the food to the table.

Joon was quick to shake his head at the sound of the other’s apology, especially since it was about his lack of memory about the previous night. “Don’t apologize, I’m sorry you had to wake up like that. It must be pretty shitty to wake up in a stranger’s house with no idea where you are.” Satisfied that everything was in place, the bartender made his way around to stand in front of his ‘guest’ as gently as he could (the last thing he wanted was to scare him again) before granting him a friendly smile and extending his hand to him. “Let’s try this again. Hi, I’m Seokjoon. It’s nice to meet you officially. ”

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grvyrd-s‌:

     Kyu had to forcefully hold back the little laughter that sat in the back of his throat, and the little curl of his lips that could’ve erupted into a large smile alongside that laughter, just from the kid’s answer, the tone of his voice. Instead, he remained a bit serious, at least pretended to be serious, and maybe even care a little.

“Yeah? I figured you wouldn’t break the law, you look like you’d fit right in with the other angels.” Just being a bit of a flatterer, which wasn’t exactly part of the job, but Kyu wasn’t in the mood for any specifics. He could flirt if he felt like it, it wasn’t obvious, at least, and Eden wasn’t about to go run off and tell his mother that the guy at the youth center said something nice to him. In fact, he was certain he had no connection to his mother at all, so he could say whatever the hell he wanted… even if what he said was extremely lame and mildly cheesy.

“Where do you live anyway? Close by?” He eyed Eden’s face, watching for changes in expression, the way he responded to his comments and questions. It was the easiest way to get to know a person, by simply reading into them. Kyu wasn’t necessarily an expert at it, but he sure liked to try.

The irony of being called an angel when Oliver’s street name was Eden wasn’t lost on him, but it was overshadowed by the compliment aspect accompanying the word. He’d never admit it, but the idea of being complimented by someone sent little pleased shivers through his slim frame. He couldn’t even hide how pleased he was at such a tiny little praise, not when a smile formed on his lips and his entire body seemed to stand a little taller.

Eden had never been good at telling if someone was flirting with him, which had probably been part of the reason he’d taken to the streets instead of dating one of the many classmates who’d had a crush on him or he’d thought they were too good for someone like him. So he didn’t really read into anything the other was saying.

A quick shake of his head before, “No, I live in another part of town. We don’t have a place like this though.” Not when rich kids were meant to keep their problems bottled up inside and use them to fuel their horrible coping mechanisms. Eden was pretty sure that everyone he knew would rather be dead than be seen at a youth centre, which was part of the reason he liked coming here. No one around that knew him, no one that could tell his parents what he was doing.

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spacemn‌:

♡  –   ❝ …  uh ,  uh , ❞  he  hesitated ,  gaze  visiting  every  corner  of  the  room  after  the  two  seconds  it  had  spent  locked  on  the  BODY  of  that  DEMON .  what  was  he ??  asmodeus  personified ??  how  terrifying !!  but  it  couldn’t  be  true  —-  rowan  always  had  his  trusty  crucifix  around  his  neck  to  ward  off  such  malevolent  creatures .  with  that  in  mind ,  he  slowly  approached  seokjoon ,  one  step  at  a  time ,  with  the  caution  of  an  abused  dog  approaching  a  well - meaning  human .  ❝ you ,  uh ,  you  don’t  have  to  go  trough  all  this  trouble ,  s  –  hyung , ❞  he  chuckled  nervously .  ❝ allow  me  to  at  least  set  the  table ,  i’ll  feel  bad  if  you  do  everything  yourself . ❞

good  intention ,  bad  execution  ;  having  never  been  in  seokjoon’s  place ,  rowan  wouldn’t  be  able  to  find  anything .  not  that  he  had  the  gut  to  scour  for  it .  he  just  stood  there ,  helpless ,  staring  at  the  drawers  in  front  of  him .  ❝ i  mean ,  if  i’m  allowed  to  –  i  wouldn’t  want  to  infringe  on  your  privacy  …  ❞ 

  …  privacy  which  barely  existed  anymore .  the  night  they  had  spent  together  had  pretty  much  torn  down  the  metaphorical  walls  of  PRIVATE  LIFE  between  them .  one  night  was  all  it  had  taken !!  rowan  hadn’t  even  heard  about  seokjoon  beforehand .  but  there  was  no  reason  why  roeha  would  have  kept  him  a  secret  from  rowan ,  knowing  how  much  the  I N N O C E N T  christian  boy  liked  guys  with  toned  …

                                                      .  .  .

                                                                 MANNERS.

As endearing as the offer to help was, Seokjoon doubted it would actually help the smaller male to have to tiptoe around his cooking in order to get any dishes he might need in order to set the table. It was definitely probably easier if he just told the other to sit down and wait a little. Unfortunately, the bartender’s words had another idea. “You’re free to help if you want, everything is in the drawer and cupboard over here.” Punctuating the words with his best attempt at a reassuring smile and a gesture of his arm in the direction of the aforementioned locations (which just so happened to be right next to the oven), Seokjoon hoped that Rowan could handle everything without having a heart attack.

“I hope you like at least some of this, I made some pancakes, some eggs, there’s some fruit in the fridge if you want. Oh and I’ve got toast too. And rice if you want. I didn’t want to just assume, I’m sure your head must be pretty fucked up after last night, do you remember anything? It’s okay if you don’t.” Another offhanded smile as he turned around to check on the food he’d left on the stove, flipping a pancake quickly and determining that everything was pretty much already done before Rowan woke up. It was pretty good timing, if he did say so himself.

“I can drive you home straight after this if you want. Or call you a cab, you probably don’t want me knowing where you live which is normal and props to you. Safety first and all.” He was probably rambling, which was dumb considering he’d spent half the night fucking the guy, and this was his own apartment, why should he be feeling remotely nervous? But damn was he cute, and his nervous demeanour only made it so much more endearing.

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me: i can barely speak french anymore, it’s safe to call english my language

also me: *forgets the word for drawer in english*

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In all honesty, Seokjoon hadn’t spent more than a second doubting his friend’s words when Roeha had told him he had a cute boy that would probably be down to fuck. It wasn’t like it was the first time the other had introduced him to someone he could spend a night with and move on. It was just easier that way. You couldn’t just pick someone at random when you worked as a bartender, if you picked the wrong one and they turned out to be insane, there was no way you could escape them working in a bar. So Roeha’s word was always a good starting point, and the boy had definitely been his type.

And that was how Seokjoon had found himself waking up bright and early with next to no blanket left arm slung around a quietly dozing man, whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him. It wasn’t hard for the bartender to guess that the other might not remember anything from last night, especially since it was all a blur even for Seokjoon himself, and slipping away from his bed to try and greet him with an unthreatening breakfast was just common courtesy. He would have even left if it wasn’t his own apartment.

Seokjoon’s attention was pulled away from his cooking at the sound of a rather effeminate voice calling him sir, his eyes quickly locking on the other male’s slight form standing just outside the bedroom doorway. “Shit, sorry, did I wake you?” The taller man quickly turned down the heat on the oven before turning to face his ‘guest’ properly, forgetting that he wasn’t really wearing a shirt. “I didn’t know what you liked so I kinda started making some of everything, I hope that’s okay. Not that you need to eat, if you don’t eat breakfast that’s okay. I’m sure it must be pretty damn freaky to wake up in some place you don’t know. And you really don’t have to call me sir, I’m really not that deserving of respect.”

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♡  –   rowan  woke  up  and  checked  his  phone ,  just  like  he  always  did .  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary  –  he  was  comfy  &  warm ,  all  wrapped  burrito - style  in  the  white  sheets  that  felt  so  familiar .  yet  something  was  off  …  but  his  half - asleep  brain  couldn’t  make  out  what  was  causing  this  sense  of  discomfort .  not  until  he  sprang  up ,  eyes  wide  open ,  as  he  realized  these  sheets ,  this  bed  …  they  weren’t  his !!  they  weren’t  rosalie’s  or  roeha’s  either ,  so  where  in  the  lord’s  name  had  he  ended  up ??  to  make  matters  worse ,  he  also  realized  he  couldn’t  quite  remember  what  events  had  led  to  this  situation  …  he  knew  it  had  to  do  with  a  club  roeha  took  him  to ,  so  obviously  nothing  HORRIBLE  could  have  happened  …  right ??  roeha  wouldn’t  let  anything  happen  to  rowan ,  he  was  way  too  scared  of  rosalie  ( understandably ) . 

our  pure  missionary  of  the  lord  got  up,  shaky ,  trying  to  make  sense  of  what  could  have  happened  to  him .  there  was  no  way  roeha  would  have  left  him  with  a  complete  stranger ,  and  yet  rowan  still  had  those  doubts  …  not  trusting  a  friend  was  pretty  embarrassing ,  but  he  couldn’t  help  it !!  heck ,  he’d  woken  up  in  a  weird  place ,  and  the  first  thing  he  saw  when  he  finally  exited  the  bedroom  was  a  man .  who  was  cooking .  WHAT  was  he  cooking ??  was  it  poisoned ??  probably .  rowan  couldn’t  be  mean  unless  angered ,  though ,  so  all  he  could  do  was  ask ,  with  his  little  gay  voice ,  ❝ excuse me ,  sir  –  what  –  what  are  you  cooking ??❞  there  was  so  much  more  he  wanted  to  ask .  but  first ,  he  had  to  make  sure  he  wasn’t  gonna  get  murdered .

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grvyrd-s‌:

     Kyu felt like he caught onto some bullshit real fast, with the little “I’m Fine!” assholery. He was trying to help here, trying to be a good and productive member of society and it was like Eden had sarcasm unintentionally leaking from those words. Of course, the Right Thing to do was to pry.

“You sure?” he chuckled lightly, his eyes focusing on Eden’s face as everything around the centre of it began to blur out like a camera lens. He attempted to study the expressions as he began speaking.

“You know, I don’t think it’s all that wise to pretend nothing bothers you. I mean, you do show up here pretty frequently and I don’t even think we’ve had a single conversation.” He sighed heavily, realising suddenly that he was about to go into “therapist mode,” and attempted to stop that in their tracks before it got out of hand.

“But here’s the great thing about me, and my job: we aren’t mandated to tell anyone anything. In fact, you could tell me something like, ‘I’ve robbed a store,’ and I still wouldn’t feel obligated to tell a soul.” Dammit, pretty close to therapist, Kyu scolded to himself.

He would’ve probably liked it if this guy robbed a store. Eden looked innocent enough, and it would’ve been a hilarious sight to see him commit any sort of crime as if the book didn’t match the contents.

Oliver knew as soon as the words were past his lips that they’d sounded fake as hell, but it had been too much to hope that the other male might just let them slide and move on with his life. It really wasn’t like he owed him anything, they’d never even spoken before so why did it matter how he was doing? Unfortunately for Oliver, his parents had always taught him that being rude wasn’t allowed in the Feng household, and he didn’t want to disappoint them any further, especially over something so small.

The younger boy tried not to squirm under the other’s gaze, letting a nervous chuckle slip past his lips as he tried to think of a way to explain that yes, he truly was fine. Not that he spent every night at a different guy’s house, offering favours in exchange for free lodging. He could never tell anyone that, plus, it wasn’t serious. It was just temporary, and he never took money so it was completely legal.

Before he could form the proper words to explain that he was just there to pass time until he could find a place to crash, the words ‘robbed a store’ registered in his head and an appalled expression quickly replaced his slightly uncomfortable one. “Rob a store? I’m not a criminal, I could never.” The reply was surprisingly high pitched, borderline squeaky, as his eyes widened and he shook his head in denial. “I’m fine, this place has A/C and it’s open just late enough for me to-” Oliver realized what he was about to admit just quickly enough to catch himself and try to cover it up with a cough, looking away at the window as though it was suddenly incredibly interesting. “For me to take the last bus home.”

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i’m a shy bitch pls like this if u’d like to plot with me so i can know i’m not imposing 

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Skipping school had quickly become a habit that was nearly impossible to break. The morning classes were easy enough to bear, when he woke up telling himself that today would be the day he’d be the good kid his parents wanted him to be. Today would be the day he understood everything his teachers told him and didn’t fail another pop quiz that he had actually studied for. Instead, every day was harder than the last, every class seemingly more frustrating than the previous.

So skipping became natural, leaving school around lunchtime and finding his way into the closest youth centre he could find. The summer heat was a little much for Oliver to handle when he could easily just camp out indoors until the centre closed, and it was even easier for him to find someone who’d let him crash on their sofa for a quick fuck. Avoiding home was a bad habit he couldn’t seem to break, no matter how much he wanted to make his parents proud.

That was how Oliver Feng, found himself hanging out at the same youth centre almost every day. He had never made an effort to talk to any of the other ‘youth’ that hung around the place as frequently as he did, partly out of shame that he had a fancy rich family waiting for him at home as he guessed most of these kids didn’t, and partly because he was only there to kill time until he could go out and find an overnight place.

He’d never outwardly rebuffed anyone that had tried to talk to him, telling them his name (Eden, of course, he couldn’t risk his parents tracking him down here), even occasionally being pulled into groups with some of the others, yet he never actively sought out companionship.

Today was pretty much the same as any other, skipping class and all, and Oliver sat face practically glued to the fan in front of him as he tried to keep his body from wilting in the summer warmth, wondering if the weather could possibly get any warmer and keeping one eye on the man walking around closing windows somewhat appreciatively. Whoever had thought opening the windows was a good idea should definitely be kicked out. The young boy couldn’t hide the brief look of surprise mingled with confusion that crossed his face when the man (whose name he couldn’t quite remember) approached him.

“Um, yeah, hi.” The startled greeting found its way out almost instantly, followed by a short pause before Oliver realized he probably hadn’t answered the other’s question properly. His job was to take care of the ‘troubled youth’ right? So this was just a part of it, and if Oliver just told him he was fine then he’d probably move on, right? “I’m fine! Thanks for asking.”

     The sound of the thousands of newly-awoken cicadas blared through the heat waves of the early afternoon, the middle of summer already here much to the dismay of everyone, patting their heads with small face towels as their faces began to drip of sweat. Including Gang Yeongkyu, age 28, who stood at six solid feet in front of a little sink, scrubbing ceramic plates with a coarse, blue sponge. 

It was Kyu for short - no one within a fifty kilometre radius would ever call him Yeongkyu… what a disgusting, adult name that only made him feel his age even further. Unless, of course, you were his mother, his doornail of a father (wonderfully dead), or a superior in any fashion- which was totally nobody. He was totally of high rank.

Except he really wasn’t; he only wished he had been. Instead, he’d never been to university, and spent his days working hard at his mother’s youth center, keeping the delinquents alive and off the harsh summer streets.

The windows were propped open, but there’d not been a single fly that snuck its way in since they were opened early that morning. Thank God, Kyu thought, as the annoyance of a fly would have been the only thing needed to set him off after all the damn cicadas drove him to madness.

He set the last dish onto a towel beside the sink, alongside all the others he had washed by hand, before finally approaching the windows and lowering the prop and closing them shut. It was far too hot for them to be open, although the air conditioning units weren’t the strongest, and they hardly gave enough relief unless you were standing in front of them. As he shut the second window, he took notice of a young boy, a regular, who sat just a few feet from one of the several fans in the dining area.

“Hey,” Kyu greeted as he pulled up a seat about sixteen centimetres from the boy. “You doin’ alright?”

This was his job; to care for the youth. If one seemed to be troubled, he had no option but to help. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going through this guy’s mind, but he was the only one in the room, and the only one who seemed to need this place the most. It was in his job’s best interest to take some sort of initiative when it came to empathy for the youth.

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saintpride‌:

noah  couldn’t  help  but  laugh .  what  kind  of  dumbass  had  he  stumbled  upon ??  jeremy  was  the  holy  grail  of  stereotypical  fuckboys .  noah  wasn’t  the  religious  type ,  but  fuck ,  he’d  convert  to  jeremyanism  if  it  meant  spending  the  rest  of  his  possibly  short  life  alongside  the  GOD  himself .  the  one  thing  that  would  keep  him  from  doing  it ??  dying  because  of  that  stupid  fucking  game .  when  you’ve  had  so  much  alcohol  it  starts  to  taste  like  ass ,  maybe  it’s  time  to  stop .  unfortunately ,  noah  was  as  stubborn  as  he  was  superficial .  ❛ if  i  win ,  i’ll  make  you  reenact  hamlet  in  its  entirety .  we’ll  get  you  a  costume ,  too . ❜  after  the  threat ,  he  downed  another  shot ,  much  to  his  liver’s  chagrin  ;  good  thing  those  glasses  were  minuscule .  ❛ wait ,  wait  ;  what  if  we  both  lose ??  what  do  we  do  then  ..??  assuming  we  made  it  out  alive . ❜

Hearing the librarian’s laughter was almost laughter to his drunken ears, and if Jeremy was any sort of poet he might have even considered it melodic or something, but Jeremy was far from being poetic. “ You’re into roleplay? Damn, I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type. ” God, his drunk self was so witty, if he could say so himself. It was rather surprising that he could even still form a sentence with the sheer amount of alcohol coursing through his system. “ If neither of us pass out, you’ll get to pick whether or not to come home with me. ” The jock’s tone and smile definitely betrayed how he thought that was going to go. He’d seen the look in the librarian’s eyes as they’d taken more and more shots. It would probably take both of them dying right now in order for the night not to end with them back at Jeremy’s dorm room. “ You know you can’t say no to my pretty face. ” Jeremy punctuated this statement with a cute ass pout. 

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guys  like  him  …  did  junho  mean  …  australians ??  what  a  lovely  coincidence  –  finally  someone  to  talk  about  vegemite  with .  oh ,  but  they  were  antagonists ,  right ??  reed  shrugged  it  off .  in  korea ,  his  being  from  a  foreign  country  only  served  one  purpose ,  and  that  was  giving  him  yet  another  tool  to  brag  about  his  intellect .  yes ,  korean  was  his  second  language ,  and  yes ,  he  had  gotten  into  seoul  national  fresh  out  of  high  school .  prodigious !!  he  shoved  the  money  in  his  gucci  wallet .  ❛ straight  out  of  a  fuckin’  drama ,  you  gotta  be  pullin’  my  leg . ❜  he  mumbled ,  shaking  his  head  in  disbelief .  but  he’d  do  it .  he  would  be  gay  for  pay .  ❛ you’re  real  dumb ,  mate .  you  gonna  kiss  me  goodbye  or  sumn ?? ❜  with  the  unbothered  tone  of  his  voice ,  there  was  no  way  to  tell  whether  those  words  were  mockeries  or  invitations .  ❛ when  do  i  get  to  meet  ‘em ??  will  they  straight  up  fuckin’  murder  me ?? ❜

The rich boy didn’t bother to hide his surprise at the other’s easy acceptance of the money. He’d known Reed would do anything for money, but he’d thought this might be the line he wouldn’t cross, after all, this was bordering on prostitution wasn’t it?, and yet the young Australian had managed to surprise him once again with the extent that he would sell his own dignity for some quick cash. Still, the ease with which the younger had accepted his offer was almost like a burden lifted from his shoulders, and his indifferent suggestion did nothing but help brighten his mood. Maybe this plan would work after all. “ Maybe I will, I’m sure it would help our credibility if we show some intimacy in public. I’ll make sure to pay you extra for whatever happens that’s not in the basic agreement so don’t worry about it.” Junho couldn’t help pausing to contemplate Reed’s possible murder at his parents’ hands. “I think you’re safe, they’d never f*ck up their image like that. They might drill you with questions though. Maybe even try to bribe you to break up with me.” 

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can i drop out of uni thx