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AHREUM.

they both had their skeletons deep hidden in old closets, they both had reasons for why looking back is deeply not advised to their brethren ( too many the times in which the fear of being dragged back had twisted the artist’s stomach to the point of bleeding, ulcerous mess like he himself was ) who wanted to live as free as birds in the sky where. but they were not birds and he knew fate was going to give them the proverbial smack in the ass, he could feel it so deep in his dainty-looking bomes. “ look at me hiring her as a bodyguard and i think i’ll never get a nightmare again. ” the sharp chuckle and slight fondness on his gaze sign of a bond that still gave him some semblance of a heart, seeking for family where family he couldn’t look for. “ it’s been as oddly satisfying as ever, but this time no ridiculous dick tattoos, sorry. ”

faux reflection had stolen occupancy in jitae’s features for only a moment & he can’t even help the SPLITTING grin that curved upon flush lips. ( repartee could only come from this familiarity with the other male ; eruptive I R E clear from sight. ) it’d be offbeat to make the solicitous comment he’d like to given their current conversation—- ❝ you sound a little too sure, might just get nightmares about her crunching you like a damn brick. ❞ spoken as a passing comment, lowly vocals are punctuated by the gentlest of shrugs as his eyes wander the walls. he can’t even ATTEMPT to deny awe for his art & the little laugh that reverberates against his lips is completely unplanned when his gaze s h o t back to him. ❝ no ? an awful ass tattoo at least ?  ❞  

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JINAH !

           FEMALE  IS  CURRENTLY  STILL  GOING  through  all  the  emotions  the  other  had  LEFT  her  with  (  how  bizarre  this  all  played  out  at  two  am  !  ).  although,  embarrassment  settles  within  her  due  to  the  EMOTIONAL  SIDE  that  had  managed  to  escape (  main  reason  why  she  had  decided  to  remain  HIDDEN  upon  his  entrance  ),  it’s  not  the  most  prominent  feeling,  but  it  is  what’s  keeping  her  from  sneaking  a  PEEK  at  the  male  from  under  the  blankets.   a  fight  within  herself  that  she  was  currently  WINNING,  but  was  she  really  winning  ?    ❝  what’s  the  point  of  ASKING  if  you’re  going  to  take  it  upon  yourself  to  come  in  anyway  ?   no  god  damn  manners.   ❞  keeps  conversation  light  and  EASY  with  a  teasing  tone,   afraid  any  mention  of  the  previous  conversation  would  make  the  tears  well  in  her  eyes  once  more.  as  her  favorite  sound  reaches  her  ears         his  laugh         her  heart  continues  to  react.  all  she  can  do  is  press  her  hand  against  her  chest  and  HOPE  she  can  calm  it  down  before  he’s  only  a  couple  feet  from  her.   ❝  are  you  going  to  get  making  fun  of  me,  you  ass  ?    ❞   despite  her  words,  a  laugh  is  heard,  and  then  she’s  FINALLY  bringing  the  blankets  down  far  enough  so  that  her  eyes  are  visible.  ❝   need  i  remind  you  this  is  YOUR  fault  !  OR  are  you  gonna  come  into  this  bed  and  hold  me  ?   ❞

muted hum reverberates off plush lips that have found themselves lifted for such an EXTENDED period, cheeks will be s o r e later ; eyes steady on their focus of the concealed female examining her with a fervor that he ( normally ) reserved for few else. there it IS, pangs that dig their way through ribs, aimed right at ( the heart he believes isn’t there ! ) he’s not quite sure whether he’s having heart issues or whether he’s DYING, but there’s something warm that pressed the corners of his chest & he has to level his breathing in a poor attempt to bring his PULSE to quiet. ❝ you told me you were crying, how is this not MANNERS ? ❞ ( well, she didn’t particularly say that, did she? all the more excuse to be at her S I D E. ) resulting chuckle that rumbles his chest is almost entirely unavoidable as he watched her eyes make an appearance. maybe it’s the SCINTILLATING effulgence within jinah’s own eyes ; maybe it's secondhand smoke but regardless of cause, broadening grin enlivened the male’s features even further. head comes to s l i g h t incline to match her horizontal positioning, something mischievous clearly settled over constituents. ( no mistaking sharp edge of it, but there’s something equally delicate & seen with much more clarity on his face. ) he hunched there, spine slumped & entire torso going a touch lopsided to match his head just next to the bed. ❝ how the HELL am i meant to cuddle a mass of blankets with a pair of eyes ? ❞ subliminal motion & irresistible compulsion to thread his fingers through stray locks of her H A I R.

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AHREUM.

“ you know me, you always did. ” they shared a story and a misfortune together, they both were haunted by a past that didn’t want to let them go because it was either with them or dead ━ahreum wondering for how long they could keep themselves away from the ju jak before they’d just get tired of their ‘game’ and claim their heads back to the headquarters. somehow, he hoped it was as late as possible. “ why on earth would i want to drink ink, that’s in case i’m in a corner and i gotta die, dude ━and like you said, can’t become the monster here, even if i lowkey am. ” with a snort he leaned back against his chair, feeling the movement of its wheels dragging him a little back, arms crossed, a smile to the only person in his whole shitty life he could give a sliver of trust. “ it’s still been a while since your last visit ━━how are you, jitae? ”

only a hum in reply with carefully measured look. DEEP down underneath the pent-up odium he’s collected for the past few y e a r s, it sprung forth. a RESTLESSNESS settling heavy on his shoulders more than ever, splashing about his eyes & r a t t l i n g that exhaustive cage of bones that’s trapped such a turbulent soul. PULL of an anchor tugging him down a pit he has the unnerving instinct he won’t relieve from. ( passing thought, ahreum might be just as tired as jitae with the state of things. ) ❝ you know what— there's a woman out there who fucking E A T S bricks like potato chips, i can’t be sure about anything. i’d say she’s pretty monstrous, just hire her. ❞ something quizzical passing over his face. it might not be a SECRET anymore, another hyun in town & asking for jitae by name—- understandably NERVE-WRACKING. ❝ oh, i’m g r e a t. how’s stabbing people with needles going ? ❞

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WINNIE !

            “  OKAY,  SO,  I  BOUNCE  my  little  self  into  a  boutique  today,  right  ?  don’t  even  remember  what  it’s  called.  and  this  lady’s  standing  there,  like  any  ol’  saleswoman  does,  so  i  walk  up  and  asked  to  get  my  waist  size  measured  for  a  dress  a  friend  of  mine  wanted  me  to  buy  since  we’re  pretty  much  the  same,  and  mind  you  i  haven’t  gone  there  in  a  while,  and  she  looks  right  at  me  with  this  completely  judgmental  look  and  goes,  “  shouldn’t  you  be  shopping  somewhere  a  little  more  …  your style  ?  ”  which  is  completely  uncalled  for  !  i  used  to  be  a  regular  there  when  my  mom  and  i  went  for  her  gown.  her  blouse  was  covered  with  my  latte  by  the  end  of  our  little  chat  and  needless  to  say  i  am  not  planning  on  going  back.  ”

his silence was dangerous under the circumstance, all too telling ; allowing the story to entirely & utterly SINK in. ( a l w a y s adored a little bit of precariousness —- kisses of it have littered him & been his TRADEMARK since he was old enough to have one !  ) a gruff & ever-so acutely m a l i g n chuckle rose from the depths of now volcanic throat, caustic little smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. ( BUT HIS TEETH GRIT AND IT’S NOT JOY THERE. ) ❝ fuck me, ❞ is breathed & he can just N E A R L Y taste the fire building. ❝ you don’t remember what it’s called though ? hell of a shame, i’d really fucking love her to figure out what MY STYLE is. ❞ tar-like vitriol is slick on his tongue, wafts its noxious soot across his anatomy & a d i s a s t e r waiting to happen. 

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JINAH !

          DRAMATIC  AS  ALWAYS           TITLE  REMAINS  true  as  actions  over  the  simplicity  of  it  all  continues  through.  how  three  words  on  a  PHONE  SCREEN  managed  to  fill  her  entire  frame  with  sheer  happiness  ( enough  to  let  a  few  stray  tears  fall  )   and  got  her  heart  racing  was  BEYOND  her.  LONG  AWAITED  and  finally  here  with  no  disappointment  over  how  it  was  said  (  it  was  perfect  and  entirely  jitae -  like.  ).  female  laid  in  bed,  phone  hovering  above  her  face  as  she  continued  to  reread  the previous  messages         bright  grin  GLUED  to  her  features  ;  completely  soaking  in  the  moment.  although,  her  own  words  meant  MUCH  differently  than  how  it  was  received  from,  she  couldn’t  find  it  in  herself  to  care  in  that  moment         that  was  for  another  time.  all  that  mattered  was  that  it  FINALLY  happened.  approaching  footsteps  manage  to  break  her  from  her  daze,  and  she  hides  her  entire  frame  under  a  mound  of  blankets,  making  sure  to  dry  off her  face  with  her  now  free  hands.   ❝  what  am  i  going  to  do  ?  say  no  ?   ❞  she  responds  quickly,  desperately  wanting  him  in  the  room  with  her.  not  that  it would  ever  come  as  a  surprise  to  either  of  them  ;  daily  attempts  are  made  from  jinah.   ❝  please  come  in.   ❞

THAT’S A L L IT TAKES, twisting the knob & pushing himself inside without a moment’s hesitance. ( he belonged here it’d seem, so readily taking up the s p a c e ! ) eyes are completely fixated upon the form settled on the mattress ; jitae can’t help how AWFULLY BEGUILED he’d found himself. ( what a S I C K L Y thing it was, to be so entirely saturated in it. ) lips only further curl, a hostage to blooming delight & forming, quite frankly, OVERSIZED beam with a breathy laugh to match. ❝ i’d really fucking hope not, i’d never just stand out there. ❞ such vicious & ill-willed vulgarities have become simple vocabulary so long ago, he’s not sure there’s much STOPPING it. . . . but for all he’s worth, all powdery ashes & fatal boutades, something so keenly alarming about his benignity. he’d always been a little bestial, long as he could have remembered, BUT THIS ? this felt like every flourishing CRESCENDO & stammering staccato all at once. gaze had given way to dam of soft nectar, even his most sharpened edges seemed so D U L L with the steps he now took to close the distance. ( HE’D NEVER NEEDED CONTIGUITY LIKE NOW. ) ❝ you aren’t actually crying over there right ? you blanket heap ? ❞ vocals traipsed that F I N I T E line between saccharine & teasing with another glorious burst of laughter.

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AHREUM.

“ or maybe  i just dealt with a lot to the point where i already know what’s going to be asked of me. to quote a friend, if you bring scissors i’ll show rock so you’ll know already you’ve lost the battle. ” still there was an amused smirk on grayscaled lips, the small figure resting nearby the reception desk, cautious in following any movement from the ( equally former ) ju jak companion. “ i need it in order to keep myself from yeeting away from people’s bullshit, of course, what were you thinking? ”

❝ that’s a long ass way of saying that it w a s but i’m impressed. ❞ he cannot blame ahreum for cutting to the chase, a trait he a d m i r e d in most & with malignant omen that was his presence, hardly UNWARRANTED. no way to be CERTAIN whether it’s poisonous irascibility or some kind of enjoyment that THRUMS through jitae’s deadened countenance now. ( the former had always been his signature, a trademark. ) ❝ you like the taste, using it as ink to spice shit up, really into taking tacky photos—- FUCK KNOWS. ❞ closed f i s t raised above his own head, macabre shadow that curls inky& malevolent on clear display across his knuckles before fingers splay out in a distinctive imaginary throw in tandem with his next words. ❝ i’d say just become the REASON people yeet, but that’s shit for business.❞

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[ ⊱ ⋆ · ⋆ . *  @quatrvois ]

they’ve been DANGLING on the border of something more than friends for quite some time now ; it’s the briefest of touches that S E A R desperate flesh for hours afterwards, it’s the way jinah’s name E C H O E S throughout jitae’s mind, unconscious & emphatic in the most inopportune moments. he’s wanted this for far longer than he’ll ever care to admit, wanted to speak these things aloud. ( WHAT WAS HE IF NOT DIRECT ? ) it’s hardly so simple, she’d be getting a L O T more than she bargained for. he can’t wipe away that dazzling & WONDERFULLY GENUINE grin & it’s clear from the moment that it crawls up upon plush lips that it has no intention of fading any time soon when he crept from his own room. he’s sure he deserved some biting remark for just how E N D E A R E D he was by the situation, how just a simple text had kindled this sort of reaction but that would have to come later. two am is HARDLY a respectable time to be awake, let alone now lingering outside the other’s bedroom door. no disguising his sugared affections now, not as if he’d d a r e make an attempt to with fingers already curled around the doorknob. ❝ jinah, can i come in ? ❞ he’ll likely B A R G E in anyways, regardless of any real rebuttal from the other & her words will, inevitably, border on meaningless.

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[ ⊱ ⋆ · ⋆ . *  @guiltheavy ]

to say that jitae LIT UP is a severe understatement ! frankly, his entire essence seems to find itself illumed ; something radiant pools within the curve of his l i p s and poor attempt to keep his teeth hidden behind roseate flesh is miserably FAILING. the result ? a stream of pathetic air & a last ditch e f f o r t to press them together. ❝ you know—- ❞ steadying inhale, he’s not gonna break, NOT GONNA BREAK. ❝ that’s not even goddamn f u n n y. ❞

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░ tae 💖 ⟺ roomie

jinah: i said you didn't hear anything sHUT UP

jinah: i'm not crying ..

jinah: i am fine... GOOD... completely dried face

jinah: can you say it again

jitae: ...

jitae: You are such a bad fucking liar

jitae: Did you not believe it the first time?

jitae: I love you

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░ tae 💖 ⟺ roomie

jinah: pretend you heard nothing

jinah: FUCK RIGH TOFF I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

jinah: my heart really turned to goo i want to cry

jinah: you think i'm just gonna be able to sleep AFTER THAT? i'm really ten seconds away from coming into your room

jitae: But I did hear it and it sounded like an animal's distress cry

jitae: ?? ?

jitae: Don't cry waht the fuck?

jitae: Just because that??

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AHREUM.

@embrues  ♥’d for a starter.

the other was still, somehow, a person he’d associate with a ‘family’ that only felt like a prison to himself ━to both of them━, a clear flinch in ahreum’s eyes as he saw the figure of jitae walking through the door, trying to still keep his expression as neutral as possible. “ if you’re here to get information or whatever, just so you know ━i most likely know less than you do and i am not interested in knowing more, thanks. ” better safe than sorry, he’d say. “ besides that, things could have been better and i’m still at my third coffee for the morning. ”

none of jitae’s BRUSQUE demeanor could inhume the exhaustion of his soul, a sinking anchor to him in just s i m p l e existence here. ( he’s aware that he had OUTSTAYED  his UNISSUED welcome in near every household or business by now ! ) ❝ that really sounds fucking rehearsed, not here for any of that shit though. ❞ thin line between incredulous scoff & euphonic laughter, air rushed from the downward curl of his lips. he goes S T I L L & if not for levity that played in his eyes as he looked the artist over, it might be alarming that only motion was from obligation of breathing. ❝ three ? the fuck you drinking three coffees for ? ❞

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There are parts of me that only exist because of you. This is what makes me sure I’ll never let go.

Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 95 (via venula)

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░ tae 💖 ⟺ roomie

jinah: hm ? you do what? i don't think i fully understand

jinah: damn... guess i can care enough for the both of us. late night texts are special smh

jinah: unfortunate that i'd rather stay and talk to you huh?

jitae: You ass, I do love you

jitae: Clearly that's why you in there giggling away when you should be asleep

jitae: Yeah it really is, best get to closing your eyes

jitae: Was that you? Wtf was that?

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░ tae 💖 ⟺ roomie

jinah: wow just say you love me and get on with it

jinah: you know i never fall asleep without texting you wtf ?

jitae: I do though tf you on about

jitae: It's not like I could ever fucking care if you did

jitae: I'd just be glad you are sleeping

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░ tae 💖 ⟺ roomie

jinah: Maybe you should be breaking that hobby, it's been awhile.

jinah: Stop being so damn nosy, yeah? It's far enough that I lost it the second you texted

jitae: Hell no, it's my one true passion

jitae: I thought you fell asleep forever ago, you literally fucking scared me LOL

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JIA.

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if there was one thing she needed, it was a trip to her hometown to visit her grandparents. for two weeks, she spent her time there with them. and for the most part, it was relaxing. but it was back to reality now. back to work. back to it all. did she like it? not really. not when she was loving her vacation time.  "i really wish i didn’t have to leave shanghai.“ a small sigh escaping her lips, she placed the two cups of hot chocolate down before sitting across from him. "not having to worry about anything while i was there was relaxing.  it was heaven. did i miss anything here though? anything exciting happen?”

HELL knows he’d had his hands full in his current state, there was no time to acknowledge her absence at ALL. a twist he’d never been able to foresee for himself and yet— something barbed reared its head from the ( depths ! ) of his throat but he DOESN’T intend for it to sound so c r i t i c a l, softened syllables always so EXOTIC spilling from a spitfire mouth. ❝ you’d have been better O F F staying, no doubt. ❞ fingers find pleasant warmth of the cup, an appreciative croon rumbling from that same impulsive throat. ❝ mm, i can imagine. if you fucking blink, you’ll miss thousands of things here, you know ? ❞ wrinkle marring the space between his brows, PENSIVE air never seeming more out of place within his carved integrants. ❝ exciting is W A Y too goddamn optimistic, but shit’s been happening for sure. you want a novel or the shitty summary ? ❞