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     the sound of the trunk popping open brings life and sound rushing back into the stillness, the unbearable silence, inhabiting his mind, insu blinking owlishly as head turns back to stare out through the rear view window, watching kyungsoo taking the initiative as he always does. for a moment the younger watches and wonders, about things he best left for the dead of night ( or not at all, if insu has anything to do with it ), but quiet musings are scattered to the wind when he feels warm, familiar lips press to his hairline, too gentle for someone like him ( she’s too gentle, too soft, for hands as rough as his, for hurt as deep as his, but maybe that’s why he’s gravitated towards her so easily ; he yearns for her gentleness, her softness, her almost innocence, though whether to corrupt it or to nourish it, cherish it, is still unknown to him ). he squeezes her arm in a brief thanks, a brief return of the affection, before she’s slipping out and leaving him the only one still sitting.

     he remains inside the car for a moment before he slides out, twisting back to crack the stiffened bones, shoulders slumping in satisfaction and relief. he turns as he slams the door shut, wandering around the side of the vehicle to stare at them - she fits at kyungsoo’s side easily, perhaps better than she does his side, and insu doesn’t know what to do with such thoughts, such emotions, so he shoves them aside as he does best, shoving them to the recesses of mind to be drowned out with too much alcohol, too much weed, too little sleep. “i’m awake and i know for a fact dear hyung snores.” the term of endearment comes out mocking yet there’s some emotion laced through, something to cover the implications in his statement. he wanders over to kyungsoo’s other side and lingers just within personal space, a test of boundaries, a simple gravitational pull insu’s fallen into, it doesn’t matter as he’s not moving away from the older any time soon.

     he falls silent at kyungsoo’s side, waits for the older to hand off luggage to each of them, gaze falling over their miscellaneous items, most stolen, the rare item bought. dark eyes land on the duffel off to the side of the trunk, and fingers twitch with the urge to reach for it, to test boundaries once more - insu knows nana isn’t allowed to carry the bag, and he merely assumes the same restriction extends to him, but now he wishes to see if it truly does. he reaches absentmindedly yet intentionally for the item in question, fingers curling over the rough fabric of the handle, already yanking it from where it’s pinned half under some other bag, hyper-aware of the eldest at his side yet unwilling to glance over, to see whatever may be playing on his features.

        kyungsoo feels better, imperceptibly, when they both frame his sides. the three of them are in this together, caught in such an incredibly tangled web of crime and deceit that they must be linked together for the rest of their (most likely short) lives. so he takes a moment, sharp eyes still scanning the trunk, to reach an arm around nana’s waist and cup his hand around the back of insu’s neck, long fingers working against the tense chord of muscles there. it only lasts a few moments, before the touch is dropped and he starts yanking their bags out to lay them on the ground. “ well if i snore so much maybe i’ll let you two sleep in the car and i’ll keep the bed all to myself, ” he jokes. kyungsoo stiffens as he watches insu’s hand dart out to grab the bag. the one full of the riches that kyungsoo risked his very life for. his immediate response says to rip it out of the younger’s hands. there’s still a barrier of trust kyungsoo feels with insu. god, does he care about the kid, but he remembers how they met. how... unhinged, detached from reality he seems. there’s no telling what he could do with the money they so desperately need. but as kyungsoo looks at insu, he can’t find it in himself to care. insu could set their motel room on fire tonight, sending all three of them to an early grave, and kyungsoo doesn’t think he could ever blame the younger man. “ keep an eye on that insu-ah, ” he says, voice laced with warning. his hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb pressing against the plumpest part. “ i know you can do that for me. ”

            nana’s never been in a tight balancing act like this before. she’s a friendly girl, always surrounded by people, but this felt... different. insu and kyungsoo had such different personalities, and they both meant so much to her. but even she could admit to herself that it isn’t just friendship between the three of them. maybe because there are so many stakes to the three of them sticking together. they took her away from the cops who would most likely blame her for an accidental death, but in the meantime she became an accessory to robbery, car jacking, and so many other little crimes she couldn’t even think of. so maybe her deep dependency on them is born of something dark. but when insu touches her arm, when kyungsoo keeps her close with his hand at her waist, it makes her feel grounded and terrified at the same time. “ insu’s very comfortable to nap with, i wouldn’t mind sleeping in the car, ” she teases right back. the exchange around the bag has her eyes widening. nana herself would trust insu with anything, but she knows life has made kyungsoo more weary. the fact that he gives it up to the younger man... nana bites her lip. it’s says something, she’s just not sure what. instead she picks up various smaller bags, loading her arms as full as they can go. “ let’s go to the room, i want to see if this place has a pool. ”

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2018 yeri for @4-velvets  ♡

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hello all !! i am finally back from vacation and to the world of wifi, so i’ll be on and doing replies tomorrow !!

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if it were up to chaegi, a night club wouldn’t be their first choice of an evening out. they’d much rather have taken their friends out for a meal and then moved to somewhere substantially quieter — like a movie theatre or a bowling alley. it wasn’t that they didn’t LIKE the buzz of the club, but they always found themselves having to fend of unwanted attention. they’d let their friends drag them out on this particular evening, though, and even begrudgingly let them style them — in clothes they usually wouldn’t wear outside of the house. chaegi has confidence by the bucketload and their wardrobe proves it, but it isn’t a confidence they ever share with the general public. 

so, dressed in a silk shirt long enough to be a dress and fishnet tights — and accentuating the outfit with a pastel pink collar that matches their hair — they’re not at all surprised when they feel someone’s breath hot against their ear. they’re about to tell the other where they can stick their offer, when their eyes meet the male and they stop. ‘ well fuck if that’s not the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen. ’ a bat of their eyelashes and chaegi smiles, tongue running across their lower lip. “ i’d love to. ”

        they’re just- captivating. bo can’t look away. he’s seen so many beautiful people in his life, but there’s something about this one that draws his eyes.  the contrast between the soft silk and the light pink of their hair and collar against the dark, bold fishnets shouldn’t work. but they make it look like art. he’s not drunk, but his head feels like it’s swimming as he leans into their space, wanting to just let his eyes sweep over their body over and over to drink in the aesthetic aura the other exudes. bo almost misses their response, but there’s no way in hell he misses the flash of wet pink tongue against plush lip. his head’s spinning, and he swallows thickly. 

            “ thank you, ” he says sincerely, a lopsided smile tugging his lips. he keeps their pinkies linked, not knowing how much more touching he can handle right now. he pulls, gently, head cocking towards the dance floor before he starts leading the way. the song currently blasting in the club vibrates in his marrow, causing his head to bob along to the beat until he finds a suitable spot. he stops, stepping closer to the other. “ tell me you name? ” he asks, body rocking closer.

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      not having gone on many dates in his lifetime, he found himself hopeless LOST & without any clue of how to dress or what to expect. it was only by the relentless pressure by his friends that he agreed to having the app in his phone in the first place. nervous & CLEARLY under-dressed for such a restaurant he recognizes his should-be-date almost immediately. ‘ insoo, right ? ’ the compliment incited a flustered smile, evidently pleased as he takes a seat in front of the other. ‘ it’s the lighting. hides the beastly part of me. ’ a characteristic grin settles onto his features, gesturing towards insoo with a bit of a sheepish expression. ‘ you look — you look good. really nice. attractive. but you knew that. ’

        insoo can feel his heart fluttering in his chest as he just stares up at the other man. he’s just so pretty, soft eyes and a brilliant smile.  insoo could spend the whole night just admiring junyoung and not feel bored at all. “ that’s me, ” insoo acknowledges with a shy laugh. “ i was holding off on ordering drinks until you get here. are you a wine kind of person? i’ve had the cabernet here before and it’s to die for. ” insoo rolls his eyes. “ i don’t think there are any beastly parts to hide, ” he teases. at the man’s words, insoo feels his face flushing. “ ah, i wouldn’t say i know that. it’s nice to hear, ” he chuckles. 

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so i’m having some last minute travel changes so i’ll be without my laptop after tonight until the 29th! i’ll try to bang out as many replies (while i pack sos) tonight but if you’d like to rp with me in the meantime please feel free to message me over on discord! i’m daywoon6#2762

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i lowkey want to make a second krp indie where instead of just random muses it’d be only nct muses, and in a larger interconnected plot. like, all the boys go to the same university/are from the same town and have some sort of larger relationship to each other

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WEN JUNHUI

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i probably won’t be able to do replies until around until tuesday due to finals :’(

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                                                        home. rules. occupants.

                                               (c)

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someone...... please........ give me a tzuyu i’m begging

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reincarnativns‌:

yeonhwa sighed, adjusting her outfit before eyeing sunhwa again and listening to her speak. it was true that she had it slightly easier than her father or her mother – all she had to do was like sunhwa said – make the family look good and talking up all of the things her father was doing even if she didn’t like them. “but one day, his duties will be mine. or whoever i’m forced to marry.” the princess spoke shortly, not wanting to even dive in on the topic of her impending future. “thank god, i’m so hungry i could eat that whole place empty.” she offered a smile to sunhwa before nodding when hearing what the rest of her day was going to be easy. only a few more hours and they could be back home away from all of the eyes of the public. “let just hope the shoot goes by quickly after lunch because i want nothing more than to be back in my bed.” turning to walk to the front of the building where he car was most likely waiting for the two of them, she peeked back behind her. “you want to eat with me? i mean, i know you always wait outside, but it’d be nice to have someone else to talk to.”

        sunhwa, lips pursing, nods at yeonhwa’s words. she hates to think about it, but her little princess really is destined for a world of pressure on her shoulders. a whole country, depending on her to keep its course straight. sunhwa’s duty is to be by her side, and she fears the day when yeonhwa has to step up. she never wants that easygoing smile to be wiped from the princess’ face. “ i’ll make sure to choose the perfect arranged partner for you, ” sunhwa assures with a grin. “ i’ll put a slideshow together, just like in princess diaries two. i’d never let you marry a dud. ” something churns in sunhwa’s stomach speaking of yeonhwa’s future partner, so she ducks her head to look back at the screen in her hands, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “ i just texted your driver, so he’ll be pulling up at the private entrance shortly. are you ready to leave? ” sunhwa asks, hand going to yeonhwa’s elbow ready to guide her out to the car. the princess’ question has sunhwa’s eyebrows furrowing with conflicted feelings. she really shouldn’t join the princess at lunch, it’s not professional. but when have the two of them ever been professional? “ sure, i could use a break, ” sunhwa agrees. 

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*strong urge to mush hands through ultra soft and fluffy hair

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oh my fucking GOD……

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aquafoh‌:

       hyosun threw her drink back and finished it, coughing as she set it down on the bar and stood up. from across the room she’d just watched the most attractive guy in the room lock eyes with her and start in her direction. she flipped her long hair off of her shoulder and adjusted her little black dress. when she looked up, he was closer than she expected. she examined him, licking her lips at his figure and manner. she was a bit breathless as he stepped in her area. her hand came up, a light pressure on his chest as he invited her to dance with him. she shivered as his lips grazed her ear. she looked at him and nodded, okay. she’d been there less than fifteen minutes but she didn’t mind – this is what she came for right? she remained silent as she untangled her pinky from his, to grasp his hand fully, and pulled him out on to the dance floor. 

        bo doesn’t know what to make of the sweet girl sitting at the bar. she seems nervous, especially flustered when he pushes through the crowd to come to her side. he doesn’t want to be pushy or overbearing, and from the way he had caught her staring she seemed interested enough. which is why when she silently agrees instead of pushing away he relaxes. her hand feels small in his own, making a smile twitch on his lips. he lets her lead the way through the crowd, using his tall frame to help keep others from bumping into her from the sides or behind. once he thinks they’ve found a comfortable spot he pulls her to a stop. his hands go to her hips, and he guides her back to his front. he tries to keep it as innocent as possible, not rolling his hips into her, but just swaying them side to side.