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truth be told, taemin didn’t know what to expect when it came to namkyu. however, the vibe he’d gotten from the group chat and during dinner was that the other might have been slightly introverted, nervous around people he didn’t know.. things like that. not that those traits were a bad thing, because they weren’t and honestly? if taemin hadn’t started to rebel against his parents when he turned eighteen, he would have been like that too.. maybe even worse. so when the other decided to be as brazen as he’d been, it’d caused taemin to be a little shocked. however, he was someone who happened to enjoy surprises when it came to getting things that he wanted, so the other’s slight personality shift, if you could truly even call it that, was not something taemin minded in the slightest. “playing games like that is half the fun, kyu..” tae countered, the smirk on his lips only growing wider with his words. but once more, the other’s actions caused his features to take on a slightly surprised look as he watched the other climb onto his lap as if it was nothing to him. “hm? is that so? and why is that?” the older teased, running a hand through his hair before he decided to place both of them on kyu’s thighs, a small and falsely innocent smile pulling on his lips before he continued. “you’re already that interested in me? all i did was kiss you..” taemin continued to tease, leaning forward so that he was closer to namkyu than he had been before, his lips a fraction of an inch away from the others. “a blessing huh-” he started, cut short by the feeling of extremely cold fingers brushing up against his skin causing a slight gasp of air to escape through his teeth. “looks like we’ll have to fix that issue for you.” taemin replied, removing his hands from the other’s thighs only to place them over kyu’s hands, the smirk forming on his lips once more. “how do you propose we do that?”

“is it? i guess i’m just a straight forward person.” namkyu would chuckle mildly, more color coming into his cheeks as perhaps he didn’t know the rules of what made things fun in this situation. truth be told, he was a bit uneasy, and he was pretty sure that if he wasn’t BOLD or FORWARD, the anxiety he was running from would catch up with him and make him wimp out from this, and he wanted this. if he fucked this up, he knew he’d regret it. from taemin’s his lap, he’d tense a little at the hands on his thighs, with that coy, innocent expression on his features and already he was more alert - in more ways than one. a breathless laugh would escape him, but it was mostly nerves. “you kissing me is further than i’ve gone with most guys, i dunno.” the redhead admits, shrugging a little. he was worried the other might not be interested in him after finding out his limited experience in being with the same sex, but part of him had a stronger feeling that he wouldn’t mind. his own brow would quirk, a rare cocky smirk playing on his lips at the little gasp that emits from the elder. “yeah?” he’d echo, his voice suddenly lower, perhaps nearly husky. “i mean, this is already helping...” he’d say, growing a little shy at their hands meeting. he’d move his, though, to wrap around the other and slide up the back of his shirt a little, before finally letting his mouth press against taemin’s, the kiss imploring, questioning - what was he asking for? well, even he didn’t know.

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lucozdes:

his arrival in amsterdam had been quiet, greeted by nothing more than a taxi driver at the airport and the sight of colorful buildings and picturesque architecture. the city itself had been anything but quiet and the day after he arrived, he had decided to venture out and explore. using his cellphone to navigate, it hadn’t been difficult for zander to find a coffee shop and was one-hundred percent thankful one of the local’s he asked spoke english when he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the location on the map – which shouldn’t be surprising really, he read up on the city on the plane and a vast majority of the locals were bilingual. he had nothing but his phone and wallet today, deciding to leave his camera behind for he wanted to blend in rather than appear like tourist. he had months to take pictures anyway, finally deciding to get his major in photography and his finger had happened to stop right on the netherlands when he spun that old globe back in mexico city. his records at colombia university helping him out no less to snatch a spot quickly. this was a new chapter, and zander was excited for a look around his new, temporary, home.

at the sound of an all-too familiar voice, zander knew who it was without having to turn around but doing so anyway. eyes going wide in recognition as none other than khang kiyoung but as soon as his surprise faded, a smile took over his features, dimples an all. “no fucking way,” he started, taking in the sight of his ex in front of him, “you’re still here? how long has it been since you came to amsterdam?” rhetorical really, he knows the answer to that. “you mean my latte with extra foam and a pump of hazelnut? yeah, it’s still the same. old habit die hard you know.” zander felt nothing but ecstatic really, kiyoung had always been someone he never felt any sort of resentment towards, even when they broke up. if anything, he’ll always see them as the friends they were first. “how have you been? are you busy today or –?”

    “yes fucking way.” the other countered, only to smother his own smile that threatened to burst onto his features as the other exposed a brilliant beam to him - he remembered those goddamn dimples, in another headspace, in another country. it felt like it was a different kiyoung who experienced those thing -- maybe that was the truth? still, he’d merely chuckle, in a good natured manner, shaking his head in response to the rhetoric. “longer than you’ve probably ever stayed in one place.” he teases the other, and tacks on an additional, perhaps overcast-sounding “too long.” and shrugging his broad shoulders. head would cock to the side before he’d let out a louder, more sincere laugh. of course, he did remember zander’s old coffee order, but hearing it spoken aloud was funny to him - how complex it was, latte with extra foam and a pump of hazelnut - when he himself just got a simple vanilla iced coffee, and that was the end of it. their orders might’ve reflected their personalities - which was the thought kiyoung found somewhat funny. “yes, i know.” he agrees easily, before he’s shaking his head, a warm smile playing on his features. “i’ve been good, zan, how about you?” at the question, he’d lift his brows in a bit of his own surprise. was this an invitation, or was he mistaken? “nah, i’ve got no plans, besides trying to get over my hangover. why? need a tour guide?”

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being around kenzie was a type of calm that ren had become so used to being lulled into that it came naturally, having at first been almost awkward ( for lack of a better word ) under her gaze and that of her lens despite the relative confidence that some may have taken for arrogance concerning his overall appearance; there was just something about being photographed by her that made him feel exposed in a way he had seldom had before, even in shots where he was fully clothed kenzie seemed to be able to peer into his very being. he welcomes the familiar weight onto his lap from where he had been practically sprawled on the couch, drunk and content with their work and being in the other’s company; he preens at both the praise and the light ministrations along his jaw, the affection given by kenzie always accepted with equal measure. “you think too highly of me,” ren murmured as a hand reaches to cradle the back of kenzie’s head and caress the long strands falling like rivulets, the reluctance to accept the compliments only half genuine as he blossoms under the praise.

“you’re the one with the talent, all i have to do is sit around and pose.” not that he would have had it any other way, as the feeling of being under kenzie’s careful and meticulous gaze made him feel like something special, like the expensive kind of items his clients liked to buy him. carefully turning her face so he could look into her eyes before kissing her briefly yet firm on the mouth, ren felt a smile pull at the corners of his full lips. being in her presence was a comfort ren had slowly come to crave, the lines often blurring between their already difficult to name relationship, yet both had seemingly settled on a type of partnership where labels weren’t an issue, ren finding himself grateful for her unconditional presence in his life no matter what feelings they may or may not have held for one another. it was as if things like that dissipated into irrelevancy once they were together, their own unique bond unable to be defined by conventional methods. “no plans, i do have a … date tomorrow night, but. i want you to stay.” he says the word in a way where they both know what he means, not so much a date but more of an appointment, his client wanting to take him to some kind of business party where he was sure to be ogled at and envied by the other ageing men as he drank expensive champagne and counted down the minutes until his client deemed his presence worthy of being paid. believing not dwelling on the matter to be a better use of their time, ren steals another kiss from her, this time allowing his lips to linger a moment more.

     she thinks too highly of him? “only rightfully so,” she answers almost immediately. she is aware of the pedestal upon which she has placed him - that she admires him in a way that some people might idolize a celebrity - but she has her reasons for it. she was lost before she’d met him, still a struggling mathematics major, but when she encountered him she allowed herself to embrace her creativity, and photography and painting became much more than hobbies to her. he’d inspired her with his beautiful face and his dazzling personality, and she truly felt they were soulmates. perhaps not romantically (although, the line there did blur sometimes) - but she knew their connection was unique, was special, and that they’d be a constant in each others lives probably forever, in some sort of way. she’d preen when his hands found their way into her curls - once silken but now somewhat tangled, what with the movement of trying to capture only the best shots, the way her own hands fussed with it when she got frustrated, and due to the sheer amount of time it had been since she’d messed with it - nonetheless, knowing she had his undivided attention was fantastic - and when he kissed her, she’d melt, if only for a second, into the affection.

     “perhaps that is true -” kenzie modeled as well, so she was familiar with his role in their partnership as well as her own. “- however, the camera loves you, rennie. the light adores you. you make my job so easy it’s almost a sin.” she grins, a smile on her lips that she wears like she has, perhaps, stolen it. “mm, a date. what a shame. i’ll have to talk to my mother about giving me a bigger allowance so that i can afford more of your time.” she’d muse, playfully. her mother was a CEO of a media company back in america, and everything she did was on her dime. her choice to work at a tattoo shop was merely to pass the time - she didn’t really need the money that came from it, as her trust fund would hit in just another year and then she’d truly be living a lavish life. “i’d like that - and really, it wouldn’t be fair of you to make me take the train in my condition.” which was very drunk and very pliant, as would be proven by the way she sighed into his mouth when he kissed her again, hands moving to cup his jaw, manicured fingers scratching delicately at the skin of his neck before she’d break away again, to take a breath and look at him, tracing her thumb across his lower lip, taking the moment to gaze at him before she kisses him this time, carding one hand through his hair. she wanted him to feel treasured, adored, and most of all safe, which was the main thing she felt around him - something that she didn’t normally feel around men.

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“lexi, i know i have this whole thing where no question is a stupid question but why would he be interested in me?” he made quotation marks as he repeated her words, rolling his eyes  “now if that isn’t a stupid question i don’t know what is.”despite his expression, his words were anything but annoyed. in fact, he sounded rather hopeful. the prospect of setting up lexi with a guy that gives him nothing but good vibes sends a thrill through him, especially considering her history with past lovers has been nothing but…tragic. jeongmin has been there on various occasions to hold her and help her in any way he could to put the pieces of her heart back together and frankly, he’s tired of his friend crying over someone. and when zander came into his view and he spoke to him, well even he felt good about himself. not that he think he’d be the answer to help lexi open up some more, but it wouldn’t hurt to try? “c’mon, lexi, i’m not asking you to marry him,” he sighed, playing with a lock of her hair from behind the bench. “i’m just asking you to meet him, besides i don’t think he’s seeing anyone he’s literally been here about a week? and we all know, no matter how good a person in, long distance relationships never work out.” he sat up straight this time, having expected lexi to be reluctant that he had no choice but to tell her what he’s done. “listen, just humor me okay? besides i kind of…maybe…said you’d meet him? i mean i’ll be there of course, we’re all hanging out, but i promised you’d be there. sorry!”

     she couldn’t help but replay the words he’d said in her mind, even as he rolled his eyes at her ‘stupid question’. he’d been everywhere, jeongmin said, and that made her feel... particularly uneasy. this zander had probably met girls that were prettier, more interesting, smarter, and more talented than she was, and since she considered herself utterly boring and plain, well -- there wasn’t anyway she could compare to them, much less hold her own in a conversation with someone so cultured. he’d probably not even notice her when she walked in the room, probably not -- “okay, sorry. i didn’t mean to-” she’d shrug helplessly. she was overthinking it, her hands sweating at the idea of meeting someone new. it was too soon since the last heartbreak, wasn’t it? especially when she fell a little bit in love with everyone who was even remotely nice to her. lexi’s eyes would focus on jeongmin’s hand in her hair. she was fond of her hair, took good care of it, considered it her best feature. having it played with was really the most comforting thing in the world, and she’d let out a breath. “yeah, okay. fine. i’ll meet him. but when it all goes horribly wrong, i’m blaming you.” she’d say in jest, trying her best to hide the smile that was already forming on her lips at the prospect of meeting someone smart and interesting - since so many of the people around here just couldn’t match her intellectually (a pretentious thought to think, but she thought it nonetheless). however, she’d jolt upright at what he said next. “wait, you already said i’d -- ?” red tinting colored at her face again, and she’d set her drink aside to hide her expression in her hands, convinced that this was the most misery anyone on earth could ever feel in their entire lives about anything, ever. “when exactly is this supposed to happen?”

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“what do you have against my chokers?” he huffed, tugging at his own in hopes that somehow that’ll help cover the marks she had decided to point out. couldn’t even same him the courtesy of ignoring them. then again, jeongmin wasn’t the type to be ashamed so whatever. “anyways,” he began again, drumming his fingers against his chin. a smirk appeared on his face, followed by a loud laugh as lexi nearly choked on her drink. it’s what she deserves, he thought, for disliking my so-called collars. “you thought i meant for me, huh? think again, sweetheart!” he leaned back against the bench, draping his arm behind lexi as he watched people walk by them, not yet diving into the details of her potential new casanova. instead, jeongmin plucked her americano right from her hand, bringing the straw to his lips for a quick sip. “i know i know that,” he said, “but i chose to ignore it. especially now; lexi, i think i might’ve found the man of yours dreams.” he handed her back his drink, getting more comfortable. “his name’s zander, he’s a transfer student. a photography major too. he’s tall, slim but built, he has dimples. he’s cool, i met him today through one of my classmates and he’s honestly one of the most interesting people i’ve talked to as of late, he’s been everywhere. just the way he talks reminds me of you, he’s very passionate about his hobbies and interests. it’s all over his words. he’s like – i’m not culture enough in movies to think of anyone to compare him too to be honest.”

     “i have nothing against chokers, you know that. i just have to give you a difficult time.” she’d tease, shaking her head again as he laughed at her and merely teased her back. her eyes, too, followed the passers-by. she had a fondness for people watching - she was good at reading their expressions, imagined where they were headed, what kind of lives they lead. for someone so analytical, she could be creative, too, and it was easy for her to get lost in her head. she was snapped back into reality by the feeling of loss as he took her bitter drink from her grasp. she wouldn’t really fuss; she didn’t mind sharing, especially not with jeongmin, after all he’d done for her. “the man of my dreams?” she’d echo with a scoff, as if such a thing existed. jeongmin was, truthfully, the only man she trusted, besides maybe her father, and the way he’d treated her after finding out that she liked women was enough to make her doubt even that trust. the idea of her having a ‘dream’ man was laughable - especially after every relationship she’d ever been in, with any gender, had ended with her shattered and crying to jeongmin, when he was available, or her mother over the phone. yet, she didn’t have the heart to be jaded or build up walls - she’d rather be hurt over and over again if it meant she could feel the happiness that came before the fall. “merde, jeongmin, he sounds too good to be true. probably’s already seeing someone, and even if he isn’t, why would he be interested in me?” she’d take her drink back, suddenly anxious and needing something to do with her hands. “i appreciate you looking,” she says, in earnest, fiddling with the straw. “but i really have so much work to do, you know, what with school. i really shouldn’t let myself get distracted by getting involved with some guy, anyway.”

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“so, guess what?” jeongmin asked, plopping down next to lexi. they were outside, enjoying the rare clear, blue skies amsterdam liked to throw their way every once in a while. he fiddled with the sleeves of the two sizes too big sweater that didn’t belong to him; it was ezra’s. jeongmin didn’t want to wear it, but the hoodie was comfortable enough for him to swim in and hide the hickies on his neck his choker already had a hard trouble doing. fucking haneul, he thought, and his need to make them bigger than a coin.  as quickly as those thoughts came flooding back in, he waved them away. today wasn’t about him, today he wanted to talk to lexi about her. and a possible new date. “i met someone,” he said. “let me rephrase that, i met someone…for you.”

   hazel eyes were focused on one feathery cloud in particular - cirrus clouds weren’t particularly shapely, but she liked to see if any of them would form patterns anyway. she wasn’t one for the outdoors - but after days of dreary skies and rain, it was nice to get a bit of sunshine, to feel the warmth of it on her skin. her head would fall back for a moment, eyes shut as she took in a breath. she was relaxed - meeting up with jeongmin was nice, helped ached the pangs of loneliness that would creep in whenever she gave herself one moment without work (why else did people think she was always studying? she had to keep her mind busy). she’d lifted the iced americano to her lips, taking a long sip as her friend sat on the bench next to her. guess what, he said, prompting her, as usual, to guess the least likely thing she could think of. “um... you finally found a choker wide enough to cover those love bites on your neck that doesn’t look like a collar?” came her dry response, a smirk playing on her lips as she took another drink, proud of that one. when he gave the correct answer, she’d roll her eyes at first. “oh?” she assumed she meant another toy for himself, and when he tacks on the ‘for you’ she sputters on her coffee a bit before she’d regain her composure. “for me? oh, jeongminnie..” she’d shake her head, feeling color tint her cheeks as she’d start shaking her head, strawberry blonde curls moving with the motion. “i’m really not looking for someone right now, you know that.”

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     @agcstd // she’s had too much  to drink -- no surprise there, since it was a friday night and she was shooting with her MUSE. her shots always got surprisingly better when she was tipsy (although they tended to spiral into utter shit once she was officially ‘drunk’) -- but she’d gotten some amazing shots in before she reached that point. she’d place her now emptied wine glass on a surface nearby, moving surprisingly gracefully to place herself in ren’s lap. her hands, gentle as ever, would cup his face, fingertips grazing his cheekbones as she looked him over. perhaps the look on her face was admiration, or adoration. regardless, she still felt completely inspired just from being in his presence. “you did such good work, today.” she’d praise the other, full lips grazing along his jaw, now. “how did i get so lucky to find a muse like you? someone with so much talent, so much beauty?” warm kisses would be planted at the base of his throat, and she giggled lazily. “you don’t have plans after this, right? no obligations? i was thinking you could STAY over - i could get some shots in the morning light - it suits you, y’know?”

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sms ✉ tyler brosey

TYLER: really? shit

TYLER: don't tell me they did something to you too

KIYOUNG: nah, they didn't

KIYOUNG: i just hate seeing everyone fighting. makes me... uh.. anxious

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     an introductory guide to khang kiyoung. he’s androgynous, masculine leaning, but when he tells that to people he’s quick to tack on a quick ‘whatever that means’ to the end of it, almost apologetically. he’s not sorry for who he is, but he knows it’s confusing -- even he hasn’t figured out how he identifies yet. a self proclaimed fuck boy, sure, and ‘he’ pronouns are just as easily used as ‘they’, but he’s never been shy about liking feminine things - painting his nails, wearing women’s clothes, even a bit of makeup - eyeliner, sometimes, or gloss, maybe. the color pink. it’s all fair game to him, why should there be a label put on anything he enjoys? he also likes smoking weed and riding his motorcycle, it doesn’t mean a damn thing to him either way. he has a younger brother, khang kimoon, who still lives in england thank heavens. the london native felt like kimoon tried to follow him everywhere - including moving to new york when he did, just, what? to get on his nerves? of course he loves his brother, but they’re really nothing alike, and the younger always had a knack for getting on his nerves. however, without him, he feels a little out of place. his spot within the fuckboy squad was solidified long ago. he looks out for the rest of them, tends to make an effort in caring for them all but also attempting to keep the conversation light when things tend to go wrong. and, yet, he still feels like he doesn’t belong. like he’s everyone’s last choice, like nobody cares if he shows up or not. like he’s replaceable. maybe he is. he’s got an inkling that he’s suffering with depression or anxiety or maybe both, undiagnosed, and the loneliness he feels sometimes makes his entire body ache, like his muscles are made of exhaustion and lead. still, he puts on a brave face - that’s his role, right? the cool uncle of the group, everyone’s friend. perhaps, one day, he’ll feel more at home with them - and more at home with himself - but, good luck with all of that, because he’s a taurus.

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       an introductory guide to cho namkyu. he’s got a younger sister named jade; his twin. he’s only ten minutes older but he holds it over her head and is very protective of her - she actually used to go to this school, but she got homesick and moved back to california -- that’s where they’re from. he knows about ten words in korean, and that’s hello, goodbye, thank you, please, what to call his grandparents, and spider. ‘geomi’ is how you say spider, which namkyu knows mostly because he had a pet taranchula when he was growing up by the same name. he’s always been a bit strange - a soft boy with a bit of mischief lurking beneath the surface. he’s horribly shy - had to forego his dream of acting because he cracked under pressure time and time again, but he ended up finding cinematography in the process, which is his major now. he’s an aesthetic king - blows his money on designer clothes and salon visits and uses the rest of his money scraped together to buy ramen and other cheap groceries. he has a tiny little nose ring and he rides a bike most places, not fond of public transports or traffic, and definitely incapable of driving. he loves horror films and he’s the very definition of the sensitive bitch a pisces can be. he doesn’t have a lot of friends (well, he didn’t, before accidentally joining the fuckboy squad) but he values the ones he had. he’s only recently accepted the fact that he’s bisexual, but he’s trying to really own it, now that he knows what he is. he’s already told his family and, by the grace of god, they’re accepting of it. he feels like he’s really starting to come into his own person; he’s finding happiness. which is why we need to ruin that, dsfhslfdkh.

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sms ✉ tyler brosey

TYLER: yeah

TYLER: thanks kiyoung. seriously

TYLER: just like

TYLER: i dont wanna be added back for a while so.. if anyone does can you just remove me?

KIYOUNG: i would but uhh... i left too gsldfjgh

KIYOUNG: i'll ask taemin. i'm sure he won't mind.

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TYLER: s'all good

KIYOUNG: i'm here for you if you need anything, okay?

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sms ✉ tyler brosey

KIYOUNG: hey man. that was fucked. you okay?

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“you’ve seen how my friends act in public, you really think any of them knock when they come over?” taemin asks, turning to face the other with a raised brow. taemin was the opposite, he was usually outgoing and talked to whoever he wanted to because that was how he’d always been.. which meant the situation right now wasn’t something he felt awkward in. not like he had earlier in the restaurant or the uber on the way home. maybe that had to do with the fact he was sobering up.. who knew. or maybe it had to do with the fact that a very high him had already broke the ice in the uber on the way home and he’d been here with other people before. or maybe it was just the other’s personality that soothed him… he truly had no idea. “you knocking is perfectly fine with me too. just don’t expect me to be used to it for a while.” tae continued, his tone light as he began to make his way back to the couch, his brows raising in slight-surprise. “really? horror is one of my favorite genres.” he nodded, mostly to himself as he felt a smirk pulling on the edges of his lips. “see, i figured we’d pretend to be interested in the movie for the first ten minutes or so..” he teased, setting himself right next to namkyu, his feet instantly landing on the table in front of him. “but, if you’d like to just skip that formality i’m all for hitting play and then not paying attention to the screen at all.” taemin shrugged once again, before a thought played in his mind, one that he ended up blurting out. “as a matter of fact, why aren’t you already seeing if i’m as warm as my friends told you..”

     he’s not sure quite what it is that makes him feel so bold, beyond the fact that maybe he likes the lift of taemin’s brows, the smirk that plays on the corners of his lips to confirm to namkyu that he had, in fact, surprised the other. he thought he liked surprising him, liked the fact that other thought of him as always being the meek and shy boy that he tended to be when he first met someone - but truthfully, namkyu was a bit of a flirt. while he’d only ever been with women before, he figured the game of seduction wasn’t that different among the sexes, and that made him feel a bit more brazen. he’d done this before, and he wanted to see the other expressions taemin made when he was surprised. “i don’t really play games like that.” kyu would admit, a smirk of his own forming on his lips, boldly moving to the other’s lap, facing him. “i mean, i’m a pretty good actor, but i don’t think i’d be convincing right now, trying to pretend i’m interested in something else.” a light laugh escapes him - breaking character for a moment, because he feels ridiculously cliche, like the introduction to softcore porn or one of those weirdly sexual birthday cards at a discount store. he’d place his hands on the elder’s chest, though, cocking his head to the side when he considered his words. “i can already tell you’re pretty warm. it’s a blessing, actually.” he’d slip his hands under taemin’s shirt, resting them on his abdomen. “feel how cold mine are?”

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honestly? taemin hadn’t even really wanted to go to the bbq place. was he starving? absolutely, but he blamed that on the munchies and figured he could solve that issue on his own. but then someone new was added to the chat and his interest was piqued, and being high out of his mind only made the situation worse. he was talkative then, more so than usual and a little more upfront than sober him, even though sober him was not afraid to ask questions. so being the person he was, he asked for a picture of the stranger. however, the picture he received was not what he expected at all, and honestly? it knocked him flat on his ass. had he seen his fair share of attractive people? hell yeah, his entire friend group was full of nothing but attractive people but there was something about namkyu that had his high mind reeling. however, just because his interest was piqued did not mean he’d go against han’s words that kept replaying in his mind over and over for the entire duration of the dinner, causing taemin to end up sitting on his hands through half the meal so he didn’t do anything stupid and so he could continue to ‘behave’ himself to the best of his abilities. that, didn’t last though as he’d blurted out that namkyu could just ride in the same uber home and as much as he tried to behave himself, his true side showed and before he knew it, he had his lips on the others and honestly? had the uber driver not cleared his throat at just the right time, he knew he would have done more had kyu let him.

the knock on his door brought him out of his sleepy state, his eyes jolting upwards to stare at the wood. truthfully, he hadn’t expected namkyu to actually show up.. not after he’d clearly stated he wasn’t interested in anything that had to do with the word 'relationship’. perhaps kyu was more of a surprise to taemin than he’d originally thought. however, the fact that the other actually knocked instead of coming in wasn’t something that taemin would easily forget, quickly peeling himself off the couch, running a hand through his messy hair before pulling the door open. “common courtesy… haven’t had that happen to me in years.” tae chuckled lowly before stepping aside to let the other enter. “if you had, i wouldn’t have minded.. i was just sitting on the couch anyways.” the male shrugged, gesturing towards the couch he’d been lounging on for the past twenty minutes as they’d texted one another. “oh- uh.” taemin started, closing and locking the door behind him with one swift motion of his hand. “the conjuring.. but if you’re not cool with that, i can find something else..”

   “you haven’t experienced common courtesy in years?” the other laughs, warming up to the other almost automatically. he’s quite the introverted individual, short and quiet around those he doesn’t know well. however, the more comfortable he gets around an individual, the more talkative and bright he gets. it’s not hard to feel a little bit at ease around a person once their tongue’s been in your mouth -- at least, not to him. after all, this conversation wasn’t nearly as intimate. “well, i consider myself pretty polite, so i don’t forsee myself entering unannounced any time soon.” he’d explain, moving towards the couch at the other’s gesture, only to turn and face him as he shut the door. “the conjuring, huh? i love scary stuff.” he grins a little, almost smirking as he added, coyly, “not like that matters though, right?” and, to punctuate his sentence, he’d sit down on the couch, waiting for taemin to join him.

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lucozdes:

“one? but i’m at two,” jeongmin pouted, tugging further at his sleeve and offering the best puppy eyes he could muster. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want kyu to catch up to him solely so he has the excuse that they were both drunk and just kiss him. ever since they’ve met, jeongmin’s curiosity has grown wider as to how that would be like. he knows he can make the other squirm, sometimes he feels bad about it but he can’t help it, he finds it too cute to think about stopping anytime soon. especially after seeing the blush grow on kyu’s face, it makes him feel good knowing he’s causing that. “what’s your poison, sweets?” he asked once they arrived at the bar, drumming his fingers against the polished wooden surface, “is there anything you like or do you want me to choose for you?”

   “i might have two. you just need to slow down for now, hm?” namkyu would respond, merely laughing in response to the puppy dog eyes - he was a master of them, himself. and even if he wasn’t, having a little sister like jade had trained him to be invulnerable to such a bargaining chip a long time ago. the blush, however, on his cheeks only grew inevitably hotter and brighter when jeongmin called him sweets -- he let out an involuntary stammer before he could even respond, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably and laughing lightly. “u-uh...” he muttered. “i’m a pretty big fan of anything with rum, but i also love surprises. you can choose.” he decides, and when he thinks the other isn’t looking, his eyes scan his body and he swallows, hard. how uncomfortable it was for him, uncertain about his sexuality, to be so openly flirting with someone of the same sex. and yet, he enjoyed it, too. he could tell by the pace of his heart and the straining of his ears, eager to hear what the other would say next. even if he weren’t slowly becoming convinced that he wasn’t straight, flirting was a game the other always liked to play, and jeongmin was attractive and attentive. he made it too easy to fall for his games. “have you engaged in any of the other party festivities yet?” he’d ask, lamely, his awkward, grappling attempt to make light conversation.

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   @lucozdes // zander was the absolute last person kiyoung would’ve expected to see in amsterdam. yet, it made complete sense to him -- after all, the other was a bit of a rolling stone. he never settled in one place long enough to grow moss, he’d discovered, since he did follow the other on social media, after all. it made complete sense to him not long after things ended between them why zander hadn’t moved when kiyoung told him to come with him, hadn’t made things work: he wasn’t the type to make things work. still, he wasn’t bitter towards the other. he wasn’t pining for the other, never considered him “the one that got away”. he was an ex, and that was that, and he was one that he’d gotten over a long time ago. still, he did hold some fondness in his heart for the other, and when he spotted him walking into a coffee shop, he stepped in behind him, ironically having been headed for the same place. “you still get the same order as you used to?” he’d tease gently, in a low voice, behind the other in line. “or have you switched that up?”