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kissburn​:

she had gotten ahead of herself earlier.

despite the rumors, she actually carries herself well. mastered the calm and collected front while she seethes deep within. example: jaeeun isn’t wavering, but those bruises don’t lie. since the fame, she only boxes when she has too much on her mind and no chance of being caught on camera. now is certainly not the time to be slipping up with the way 2M is starting to look. bottom line is, she’s sure her family will take failure as a targeted attack. “i think i got fired for some rookie, my parents are seriously going to kill me.” she delivers her conclusion with nonchalance and little tact. the abrupt end of her tangent leaves her eyeing sangwoo with newfound concern. “by the way, are you okay? have you eaten?” 

sangwoo felt as though he didn’t have time to make a choice, his legs already making the decision for him as they led the way to jae-eun’s home. it was a familiar path, one he’s walked down countless times. his body felt like it was on auto-pilot really, his memory serving him well to remind him to bring something to soothe his distressed friend.

reading the sloppily composed text message was nothing new either, in fact, the raven found it easier to digest as the years grew on him. the pair had been close since their days in school uniforms — blazers and leather loafers disguising their mischievous personas from unsuspecting teachers and staff. fondness filled his chest as he held the freshly procured bag of comfort foods, entering the familiar apartment he’s spent days and nights in.

“i’m here.” he calls, even though he knows its a redundant action as she speaks over him. spilling her worries out into the air. he toes his shoes off and makes his way into the living space where she lays spread over the couch. it’s nothing he’s never seen before — jae-eun so comfortable and mildly unkept, but he won’t deny it’s a little funny to him that he sees her how she truly is, and not the glossed up version of herself that the public sees.

she speaks and speaks, woes spilling from her lips like a river. sangwoo takes the time to set the bag down on a nearby table and takes his spot on the floor in front of her, looking up at her. his eyes landing on her purpling knuckles when her palm presses against her chest. he makes a mental note to address that later.

“hm,” he begins, pursing his lips out as he takes a moment to process her venting once more. “i think you’re looking at this entirely wrong. it only makes sense that some rookie would pick a rookie, you know?” a small smile forming over his pout. “it’s all he knows. you can’t expect some newbie telling a seasoned actress what to do.” his comment was meant to be taken jokingly, however he held some sincerity to his diction.

“i think he’ll realize his mistake soon enough, it’s not proper to ask your muse to dinner only to look down on them... i think it’ll bite him when he least expects, but it also sounds like you aren’t entirely certain if his decision was made. do you?” he leans back, palms flat on the floor as his arms hold his weight up. the raven shakes his bangs from his eyes and nods his head softly, “i’m okay, i just have a bit on my mind but don’t worry. i ate a bit. i brought you some things.” his eyes pointing towards the bag he set down. “do you want some ice for your hands?”

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knightpiece​:

by now the music feels a little too loud and maybe he should get out of here; drag himself home or take a cab and listen to some paramore and if he gets sober, he’ll try to study, or work on his assignments. that is until he feels a presence taking a seat next to him by the bar.

“come.. again?” junho slurs in his words, trying to focus his vision on the stranger seated next to him.

night life was easy work. it was consistent, predictable, and yet somehow still managed to be exciting enough to keep people’s attention on his posts. having a job where his main task was just to post photos and videos online of whatever he wanted was unexpected, but gladly accepted. it seriously beat going to school or taking up a grey office job.

the young song was quite familiar with where his most influential connections enjoyed spending their nights, and he made sure to make his way towards their favorite watering holes as often as possible to keep his relationships strong and interest on his page spiking. 

tonight was a night like any other — thumping music, bodies all over one another on the floor, and amused smiles as gossip passed through drunken lips. it was a familiar setting that sangwoo had seen countless times and still hadn’t gotten tired of. he weaved his way through crowds and cliques, the bar in his sights. finding an available barstool, he took his seat beside a weakened figure. he observed the figure for a moment before noticing a shot glass slide their way. raised eyebrow, unimpressed reaction, sangwoo was not exactly keen on being nosey but he also wasn’t keen on dealing with a sloppy drunk either. 

“water, please.” raising a finger in the air at the bartender. waiting for the drink, he fired out texts on his phone to his connections that he was presently in the building. being handed his drink, the raven slid it over to his side, “hey. drink this.” he wasn’t really sure what he expected, but the weight on those slurred words made him question just how many shots this person has had.

“i said, drink this.” insisting, he nudged the cool glass a little closer to the stranger.

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— 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖓. @ sangwoo’s apartment

as far as sibling relationships go, sangwoo knows that he’s far from being the ideal brother to his big sister. there was no such thing as “perfect siblings” because that just doesn’t exist — and if one does exist, it’s probably fake... and creepy as all hell. no, sangwoo knew that he was far from being perfect or consistently reliable to soobin, but for today he would make the effort for her.

his sister was a person of many faces, and he knew that she liked to keep her facades up for the betterment of others (but mostly herself). it was extremely rare that she would ever show weakness, but an exception was forced to be made given the situation. sangwoo had extended an invitation out to her upon hearing her soft spoken voice on the phone that her relationship of several years had a fallout.

the younger felt conflicted; while happy that he could be there to comfort his sister, he also guilt for feeling a twinge of pride that she had reached out to him.  “soobin, here.” he shuffled towards her with a cup of herbal tea in his hands. seeing his sister in such a vulnerable state was familiar and yet foreign at the same time. his eyes observed her with caution, worried that if he looked at her too long she would harden and put up an icy persona. “is there anything else i can get you?” his usual snarky attitude tucked away, his voice draped with concern and kindness in its place.

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d3throned​:

looking up from the car part he’d been working a number on, hwanhee blinked at the first option that the younger man was now holding up into view. it wasn’t as bad (and bad as in crazy as in ‘i could never wear that’) as he had been anticipating. it covered more than it showed. 

“i think i like it, actually,” he said tentatively, offering a grin to the sns fashion star, who was beaming. “layered is good.” as far as he was concerned, layered meant less exposure. then, in a joking tone, hwanhee laughed, “i’m surprised you didn’t pull up something with holes.” 

seeing the approving smile on hwanhee hyung’s face made sangwoo feel warm inside. he was quite proud of himself for picking out the tamest option to present first, he knew the older wasn’t that keen on showing so much skin... but that didn’t really deter him from his end goal.

for as long as sangwoo could remember, hwanhee has always represented something safe to him. safe, something familiar and comforting... and yet, he found the consistency to be a bit boring sometimes. lackluster. vanilla. predictable. he would often wonder what hwanhee would look like in something that wasn’t tame and plain. sure, the older mixed it up from time to time when they attended events or hung out in more casual settings but... it wasn’t anything with flair.

the youngest song had good intentions, really! he just wanted to see his favorite hyung shine and stand out. he had wonderful features that if he used to his advantage, could certainly draw the attention of others.

“really?” his grin curling upwards and fingers tightening their hold on the dark fabric. “okay, layers. i have some more layers then.” he chose to disregard the last comment that left delighted lips. he didn’t want to scare his hyung away, but layers were just the start. a little bait to lure him into the real outfit he intended to make hwanhee wear.

sangwoo was going to strip him bare, layer by layer. he rested the layered top down, rummaging into his backpack and pulling out a midnight colored button up top. long sleeves and a long hem, perfect to tuck in or leave out of pants.

“how about this one? it’s a little less casual, you can wear it out or keep it lowkey.” offering suggestions on how to style it as he presented the top. what he neglected to say aloud was that the new piece was sheer. while it would certainly cover his body, it wouldn’t exactly do the best job of keeping it unseen.

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(𝟎𝟏) 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊! 𝖙𝖔: kyung ♥ @kivng

if u call me baby in that soft voice i’ll do whatever u want me to do

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hyunpoopoo​:

(!!) trigger warning: violence, blood

Hyunwoo raced forward, grabbing Sangwoo by the collar to seize control. He drew him down till his body bowed, his hands gripping on his nape, before striking him on the side with a strong straight knee blow. It was enough to numb his ribcage and make him feel nauseated. He needed to gag out his anger, Hyunwoo thought.

it was true that good things took time, a certifiable fact that song sangwoo could testify himself. to see the well poised, clean cut, prim and proper hyunwoo fall to the floor was wonderful; to see him fall to the floor and hurt himself on the way down was breathtaking. it felt like in that instance, the room was vacated minus the two gilded heirs. the pool of adrenaline that invaded sangwoo’s body was growing. creeping... creeping... and then finally exploding just as he felt his senses snap and he raised his fist forward. the addictive feeling of satisfaction collided with his racing high, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the hunched and bleeding hyunwoo. he almost didn’t feel the growing warmth that spread through his reddened knuckles. a dull throbbing that would surely make itself known once he was tuckered out. he was still bleeding. unable to contain it, he indulged himself in a smirk. feeling like he deserved this. to stand over hyunwoo and look down on him. to see him grovel on the floor — if only for a moment, was priceless. his eyes didn’t leave the other, boring into his body and savoring the visual feast before him. promises of vengeance spilled from dripping lips, their weight falling on deaf ears. “you’d like that. wouldn’t you?”

however, hyunwoo’s weight did not go unnoticed. unprepared for the speed at which he recovered, sangwoo only barely managed to stumble backwards. caught by hyunwoo’s quick thinking and even faster hands. suddenly his vision was down towards the tiled floor, and it was only seconds after that sangwoo felt the air leave his lungs.

eyes widening in painful, agonizing realization, he gasped loudly as he felt his insides compress against one another with a level of speed and force he hadn’t felt before. his proud stance reduced quickly to a crumpled hunch on the floor, finding it difficult to recover after that damaging blow. a wave of sickness began to wash over him, dizzying pangs of torment clouded his vision and delayed any response from his body. dancing static filled his eyes, his tongue and saliva feeling warmer... and warmer... and warmer; shutting his eyes tightly as he held in his urge to heave on the bathroom floor.

he needed to get up. being down was just going to be hyunwoo’s advantage... no way in hell that was going to happen. fighting the discomfort, he rose slowly and with weak knees. holding his throbbing side, he hissed at the fresh sting. eyes dead-set on revenge.

“cheap shot, hyunwoo... dirty.” he scowled. “what more did i expect from you, though?”

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sian​:

this time, it is sian’s turn to show a smirk on his face, eyes darkening with mischief as he holds the spoon in between his teeth. annoying, much more than sangwoo could ever be. “no one would be stupid to think that, not when it’s so obvious that you’re crushing on the ahn… everyone can see the way you look at him.” he laughs a little, waiting for sangwoo’s reaction and already expecting a little bit of violence out of it.

he’s ready to defend himself from sangwoo’s evil hands.

sangwoo could feel his eyebrow beginning to twitch in annoyance. his smug smirk vanishing as quickly as it came, now replaced with evident annoyance. his pride was far too tremendous to let sian spill such words out into the public. “you wouldn’t dare...” he began, narrowing his eyes as he stared down the taller. 

he knew what it was like to be the victim of that annoying smirk, and in this instance he wished he could grab a megaphone and tell the world that their favorite lover boy idol was actually the most annoying human being on the planet.

the next sentence really let sangwoo know that sian would dare — dare so boldly and wildly, at that. the silver in his hand held tightly in his grip as disbelief and embarrassment rushed to his cheeks at the cocky words of his supposed best friend. “shut up!” suddenly becoming a child, his petulance grew. putting the pooling dessert to the side, he lunged at sian and began to swat at the top of his head.

“shut up! i do not have a crush on that guy!” his pride taking a second hit without any mercy. his cheeks grew further flushed and he began whine as his hands lessened their intensity. “sian!” pouting at the other, “you wouldn’t actually tell anyone that, right?”

“it’s not that obvious... right?”

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kyung​:

“of course,” his voice is a whisper again, quiet and breathy against sangwoo’s lips. “ask me anything and i’ll give it to you.” his hands continue to wander, touching the other man’s skin while he presses kisses on sangwoo’s cheek, then his jawline, his neck… where he leaves his marks, signs that he was there, letting himself paint the beautiful surface with reds and purples, that he knows his lover will appreciate and showcase later.

his signature.

“are you sure you want me to show you, baby?”

it was all he wanted. all he could think to want. come hell or high water, sangwoo wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment with his lover forever. nothing felt more right. nothing felt more secure, certain, or absolute than this very moment together on this bed.

“ to see and to be seen. “ he had never understood that phrase more than in this very moment. thinking it was nothing but that, just a phrase. stuffy words. pretty words that gullible, hopeless singles fell for, yearned for. something you’d slap into the lines of a movie to make it sound fancy. now he knew that was no longer the case. now, he understood. 

he understood that the only pretty words he wanted to hear were those that came from his lover. through his mouth when he would whisper loving confessions against his ear. compliment his appearance whenever he picked the raven up for a day out. mumble grumpy good mornings as the sun invaded their sleep-heavy eyes.

words through his hands; hands that so perfectly captured romance on paper. from heart to pen, heart to text. kyung always made sangwoo feel seen. in the smallest gestures like a gentle hold of his hand, to the more extravagant ones — expensive presents and lavish dinners with scenic views; all of which paled against the loving gaze the taller would give upon the younger who stared out at the city with such amazement.

in this pocket of time they had built together, sangwoo wanted nothing more than to be seen by ahn kyung. wanted his hands to remain on his skin for as long as possible. the younger aided, gently pulling the hem of his hoodie up high for the older to explore. wanted his lips to remain on his neck. a content sigh escaping his lips as he rested his cheek on the pillow, allowing his lover to kiss away at his pounding pulse. wanted to remain beneath him. 

his thoughts were frozen, unable to form any sort of shape. all he could do was revel under the incredible attention of his partner. his lover. his. his and only his. 

for if kyung was devoted, sangwoo was more-so. tenfold. eternally bound to this man who tore down his walls and showed him what true love was.

“i’m sure,” barely audible, his eyes looked up into kyung’s for a moment. pools of midnight, familiar and yet, a twinge of something strange within them tonight. a spark of something he’s only seen once or twice before in those sharp eyes. “i want it.”

champagne stirred his emotions tonight. merlot spread over his cheeks. a hand in onyx hair. fingers twisting in smooth strands. the younger felt insatiable. starved. harboring a craving that only kyung could cure. cure in the methods only he knew. 

“kyung,” breathless, yearning, he called for the other. 

“please.” 

“i need you.”

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MR. SONG SANGWOO, can you tell us what you did during the time frame when the murder occurred? Do you have somebody who can back up your statement?

upon hearing the question, sangwoo couldn't help the click of his tongue. he really would have preferred to keep this information under wraps, but at this point the classist had already blown his secret to every reader it had. there was no point in hiding it, the truth had to come from his lips. the last thing he wanted was to be pinned as a suspect in the murder case. the frown that sat on his forehead pinched his eyebrows together, he pressed his lips into a tight line and averted his eyes from the investigators. face brushed with rouge at the thoughts of his private engagement with the writer.

"yes, i can tell you." he sighed, stretching his neck side to side as he embraced the fact that it was now or never, and never didn't look all that favorable given the circumstances. "i had an altercation with an individual in the restroom that night." a scoff escaped his lips, shaking his head in annoyance. "words were said — and not very smart ones at that if i may add."

getting off track.

waving his hand in the air, clearing the slate, "it was a stupid little fight. pride before all else. anyways," the raven sighed and continued, "after that, i was alone for a while to clear my thoughts after it went down. that was when... uhm," his mind stuttered for a moment remembering that well dressed figure. the scent of his cologne. the confident smile.

"that was when i was approached by ahn kyung."

rouge to merlot, his face was telling of his affections for the novelist. although their relationship was still blooming, a sprout, it had hit the younger much harder than he had anticipated. heart stuttering at the mere thought of his romantic lover, he couldn't really filter out the logical thoughts from the subjective, rose tinted mementos of kyung.

"uh, um," thoughts faltering, he shook his head softly, "he had noticed my marks and offered to tend to my wounds in the private room. i had a bit of a headache after everything, and the private rooms were the only place where things were quieter." he paused for a moment, making sure not to ramble. "that's everything. we were together the whole time."

he cleared his throat completing his statement. fighting to keep his mind from wandering to kyung's gentle voice, his attentiveness, and how he made sure to follow up with sangwoo after that.

mentions of @kivng

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— 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌. @ valentine’s day ; sangwoo’s bedroom

the evening brought upon a sentimental aura to the apartment. it began punctually at dinner time, exactly when kyung promised to be there after work. blazer and shoes started at the door. remnants of a meal upon the table; spare plates and cups left in their places, used dishes soaking in sudsy water — far too preoccupied to be washed. the evening left other crumbs as its trail led into the bedroom of song sangwoo. shirts. bottoms. belts. until eventually in the bedroom, upon the grand bed with obsidian sheets, lay resting the young lovers. 

they were relaxing comfortably, having removed the oppressive clothing that entrapped them in their professional personas and in exchange, unwinding into tired sweatpants and pilling hoodies. they looked so at peace together, carefully interwoven in each others arms. upon the side table, a fresh bouquet of roses. upon the bed with them, remains of candies within the heart shaped boxes. 

champagne and a saw movie marathon. that’s what kyung had jokingly suggested to sangwoo over text one midnight. little did the taller know that his partner would fulfill that wish for him. allowing him to relax fully in the comfort of his home, in his arms. resting upon the silky pillows, sangwoo pulled kyung to lay his head on his lap. slow and nimble fingers threading through the locks of kyung’s inky hair.

“kyung...”

barely a whisper, the younger smiled down at him, his fingers slowly stroking down from his hair to his cheek. caressing it fondly and delicately, “kyung?” he tried again, slightly louder.

“babe.” eyes full of love, cheeks flushed like a cherub. “are you having a good night? is there anything more i can do for you?” his fingers danced upon kyung’s jawline now, tracing his face. “is it true?”

“...devoted to you, like a religion.”

that’s what kyung had told him in the midst of their passionate kisses. in their 4am confession texts. in the bed time video calls they arranged nightly. in their sleep-lulled good mornings where sangwoo looked a mess and hadn’t fixed himself for the other.

“i feel the same way.”

not one to develop feelings easily, sangwoo had allowed himself to fall. fall for the man that supported his dreams. for the man that nursed his bruised body in the middle of a party. for the man that cared about his best friend. for the man that was not only intelligent, but the most loving partner he could have ever imagined for himself. he is so grateful to himself to allow his feelings to grow. exploring this new land called love.

“kyung...,” finger tips just gently grazing his lover’s pink pout. “how devoted are you to me? do you think you could prove it to me, love?” eyes lidded now, staring at the lovely lips that spill sweet words and tender kisses. his mind shifting into a darker plain...

“show me how you practice your religion for me...”

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kyung​:

he leans closer, speaking quietly only for sangwoo to hear, “wanna come to a room with me?” it is the intention he had from the very first place, but now it takes a whole other turn. “let’s put some ice on those bruises and rest for a bit. you look like you could use some time off this loud and crowded space…”

he really didn’t want to make a bigger deal out of the fight than it had to be, but it was inevitable that it would become obvious to others as the red punches began to evolve into maroon remnants. the tender skin beginning to feel weighted and sore the longer the night continued. it was bound to become obvious, especially with the distance that kyung had put between them — that being, very little.

the taller’s immediate concern brought a wave of embarrassment and a groan out of the smaller’s now bruised and puffy lips. he felt incredibly stupid for everything that happened in the bathroom, not only had he ruined his own evening but now he’s gotten complete strangers involved in the affairs of hyunwoo and himself. “nothing.” sangwoo protests, but his tired words don’t make it to kyung’s ears. questions flying at him faster than he can answer, he huffed and gave a frustrated pout instead. 

why was he so concerned in the first place? it’s not like he was the one who swung at the influencer in the bathroom... when sian had seen him return, sangwoo was met with indifference and an “i told you so.”  kyung’s genuine concern and attentiveness was ... weird... and unnecessary... sangwoo didn’t understand. he didn’t know how to approach it, so instead he just remained silent and let the older ramble and search around the room.

his gentle, soft-spoken voice brings a small shiver of shyness up the younger’s spine. taken aback by his invitation, he blinked in concern before looking into kyung’s eyes. sangwoo wasn’t able to sense any creepy or harmful intentions behind the pools of deep brown. the voice, the eyes, everything felt warm and safe and sangwoo found himself remembering stupid sian’s words.

“give him a chance.”

he made a mental note to punch sian later, but for now he chose to trust his instincts (and sian’s). he took a chance and nodded his head at kyung’s proposal, “yes, please...,” feeling rather small in this moment before kyung. “i’d really like that, actually.” taking a step closer to the taller, waiting for him to lead the way to a quieter place where a softer environment would soon meet them.

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fuck yeah im an INFLUENCER!!! my content is clownery, i promote stupidity and im sponsored by the circus

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MR. SONG SANGWOO, as a known internet celebrity yourself, did you see any star guests involved with the yang wife at the night of the event?

sangwoo pauses for a moment, adjusting himself in his seat as he tries to recall the events of the night. he purses his lips in thought, closing his eyes in a wince — a stinging reminder that he hasn't entirely healed after his debacle at the party of the year.

"uhm," clearing his throat, he sits up straight and tilts his head to the side as he concludes his replay of the party. "in all honesty, there weren't any other star guests that i had seen that night besides my best friend, sian. we had arrived together to the party but i never once saw him with anyone from the yang family." he nodded his head after finishing his statement, mostly to reassure himself that he had said all he needed to.

honestly, sangwoo was incredibly uneasy being in this room. all he wanted to do was answer these questions honestly and leave. he knows he didn't do anything wrong, so there was no need to be so tense. however, the looming fact that mrs. yang had died at the party made it difficult to not be tense. to think that everyone was out there drinking and living it up while she was murdered... was a difficult pill to swallow. when learning the news, he felt a wave of guilt knowing that he was clueless to the situation.

"i know there was the rumor that she was seeing someone outside of her marriage but, i just thought it was that. a rumor. you know?" wincing once more, this time not at the stinging on his lips, but at the embarrassment that came from the gossip that encircled the upper class. "if another celebrity had been with her, it certainly wasn't anyone that i saw."

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ivorystower​:

normally what she sees and hears is for her benefit only, and on the odd occasion it seems sangwoo’s too. “in all honesty, and surprisingly enough it’s not so much what i’ve heard so far but what i’ve seen in the past half an hour i’ve been loitering outside. at least six people have been been stripped of certain… illicit contraband. narcotics, hallucinogenics, nothing out of the ordinary though.” iseul sighs, as if catching some party-going elites getting embroiled in a hard drug scandal would have made her day. ( and it certainly would have. ) “oh, but what about you. anything of interest you’ve picked up so far?” she cocks her head at him playfully, trying to coax out anything he knew that she might have missed before she spills anything she really knows would interest him. a long nail of hers goes to flick a piece of dust his shoulder as she waits in amusement. iseul is evidently playing her usual game, feigning not to know anything until someone else gives her what she wants to hear first’ then and only then would she be willing to uphold her end of the conversation. its like a secret for a secret, except in this case, those secrets are neither of the two to share. that of course only makes it more fun.

once standing comfortably beside iseul, sangwoo relaxed the tension he held in his shoulders, letting his stern demeanor melt away and be replaced with something more playful. rolling his shoulders back, his eyes grazed around the surrounding area at the many guests clamoring around them. his playful banter with iseul seemed to be taken well, her composure and playful diction indicating that he came at just the right moment. 

he couldn’t stifle the snicker that slipped past his lips at her mention of the classist. a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, “oh, please,” giving her a playfully exasperated look. “the classist has nothing on you. you may as well overtake them, miss iseul. your information is much better.” leaning in eagerly as she brought herself closer. sangwoo knew his praises were stuffy and wouldn’t get him so far, but he couldn’t help it. it was an excellent exchange: some compliments for some dirt.

while sangwoo prided himself in being somewhat detached from all the intricacies of the elite lifestyle, he couldn’t hold back the gnawing urge to stick his node into things it didn’t belong in. he just got a kick out of knowing what other people were up to. he knew it wasn’t exactly ethical, but really, what was ethical about being wealthy? the young influencer couldn’t possibly care less about what others have to say about him, he’s just here to have a good time.

if his ear could stretch to comic levels, it would. the appetizer that iseul had presented to him certainly brought his little smirk to a fully fledged grin. cheeks prominent, a beaming row of teeth visible. “no way, seriously? already?” he chuckles and shakes his head, kicking his leg out. “the party hasn’t even started yet.” of course it was to be expected, in a crowd full of people with so much money they had no idea what to do with, someone was bound to bring something stupid.

sangwoo hums for a moment, replaying the instances of the day before presenting his share of gossip to iseul. “honestly, the night has been a little dry on my end... buuut, i did overhear some morons talking about how they were going to try to score tonight... and with who. i wish we could keep our phones –i’d love to record some rejections.”

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changkyun ♡ midnight idol ep 029

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— 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖊. @ hwanee’s secret garage

hwanhee’s appearance never gave off the impression that he spent most of his private time alone in this garage. hwanhee seemed like he belonged in front of a camera rather than a steering wheel. sangwoo has always admired the older’s physical features; he was handsome — a kind face with a warm smile. it was no wonder his sister had fallen madly for him.

yet, seeing the other here in this space that was tinted with the scent of oil and rubber, the younger could see that this was where hwanhee truly belonged. he looked at peace, the troubles outside these 4 walls couldn’t penetrate this sanctuary if they tried.

“hyung?” speaking up after a while of admiring the finer details of one of the polished cars. sangwoo was one of the few people that knew about this place, and he felt special to know that his older brother trusted him to spend time unwinding here together.

“i know you’re in your zone right now, but i brought the stuff.” smiling wide at the other, “i have some options for you to pick from.” he walked towards the black backpack he brought with him and began to rummage inside. he pulled out the most tame of his selections and presented it to the other. “i know you’re not crazy about showing skin, so i got this one. what do you think? i thought the layered look would suit you.” his voice trailed on happily as he admired his piece — an oversized black t-shirt with a long sleeved undershirt, plain and clean. 

“I have others if this isn’t to your taste.”