gisaeki

[gisaeki]

there’s pros and cons in managing a nightclub, for someone like clement ang. pros being of course, the boozes. although those aren’t exactly considered to be free for the man to consume, regardless of his position, but who could count liquids anyway, no ? and another being the atmosphere he is able to drown himself in while working. clement isn’t one to particularly love nor enjoy the crowd, but the loud music and how everyone seems to be in their own world, not giving a single care of others is what he indulges himself in. the cons, however, are the paper works he has to deal with, as well as some other business related stuffs he has to go through and make sure the premise doesn’t close down. so far, clement has been doing a great job, considering how the nightclub has become everyone’s main choice for most celebrations and in that, he takes high pride.

what he doesn’t like though, extremely despise if he may say so himself - is taking care of the drunk customers. most of the time, he would call for his bouncers or guards to take charge on such situations, but right now, there’s none of them in sight and surrounding them was in the exact condition as the girl in front of him. dazed, intoxicated and out of their minds.

clement only rolled his eyes, before taking another puff of his cigarette and exhaling the smoke a while after through the slightest gap between his lips. ignoring the act of his drunk customer, he spoke. “ get yourself up and do it quick. you’re embarrassing my club right now. ”

nari broke free from a gaggle of her friends, the air outside cold and filled with chatter and smoke, a loud ringing of laughter. the world was tipsy, or well, she was tipsy. her face was a bright red flush, hair heavy and falling out of it’s ponytail, her costume a mess of fake blood and her footsteps slightly off center. she had stepped away for some air, giggles shifting past her lips as she pushed out of the club and onto the street. halloween always was one of her favorite holidays, only fitting of someone who spent so much time invested in crime scenes and horror stories.

she had only intended to go to the carnival initially, playing coy and saying she had to study the next day but the short white dress and gallon of fake blood called for more than ferris wheels and so nari’s cute-yet-gory rendition of carrie took to the club. a few shots later and the night was only beginning. she took another step outside and stumbled, the tell-tale snap sound of a heel breaking and she half-fell half-sat down on the curb with her eyebrows knit and a feeble “ouch.”

she took the one shoe off, holding the separated heel in the other hand with a drunken pout, her store-bought “prom queen” sash falling limp down her shoulder. 

then the light cast from the lamppost on busy street fell dark as a shadow stood before her, and she looked up, not sure quite if she recognized the face yet, before she held out a hand, ever trusting with large puppy-dog eyes when she says, “help me up?”

[gisaeki]

@baeyejun

[gisaeki]

cfharley​:

     a  sneaky  smile  weasels  its  way onto  her  features  ,  excitement  coating her  bones  .  the  anger   and  violence  that  seem  to  flow  from  clement  on  a  regular   basis  always  helps  to  distract  the  female  from  any  mental   strifes  that  may  be  bothering  her  .  to  get  a  good  view   ——  and  front  row  seat  ——  to  the  show  that  seems  to  be  unfolding  before  her  ,  she  slows  her  pace  to  silence  her   signature  heels  before  resting  herself  against  the  nearest  wall   .  she’s  out  of  sight  (  can  one  really  sneak  up  on  someone  like  clement  ,  though  ?  )  ,  yet  still  within  earshot  so  she  can  receive  all  the  juicy  details  ;  who  knows  what  secrets  could  be  spilt  within  the  conversation  .

     after a  few  moments  ,  she’s  only  led  to  disappointment  ,  however   .  with  a  roll  of  obsidian  hues  ,  harley  removes  herself  from the  wall  and  strides  to  the  other  ,  eventually  taking  the   phone  from  him  &  tossing  it  into  the  waste   bin  nearest  to  the  pair  .  ❝  well  ,  that  was  boring  .  here   i  thought  i  was  getting  a  backstage  pass  to  something  good  . ❞  she  offers  a  playful  pout  to  clement  until  finally  coming   face  to  face  with  the  vexation  written  onto  his  visage  .  ❝  ooh  ,  ❞  she  sing  -  songs  ,  a  grin  settling  atop  her  red  lips   ,  ❝  maybe  it’s  not  so  boring  ,  after  all  ——  have  i  ever  told  you  how  gorgeous  you  are  when  you’re  mad  ?  because  it’s  true  !  ❞

it was a rollercoaster of emotions played within clement, as he watched his phone being snatched off his grip. started with the annoyance that fueled more to his irritation, followed by the mild surprise upon seeing the culprit, to which the man reacted with a small raise of his brow. soon at the disposal of his device into the nearby bin, the ride ended and quite grandly too on his part with the chuckle of amusement that left him.

“ right. and what brings you here, your majesty ? ” out of feigned courtesy, had he questioned. although his gesture could then bare that fact, as clement now leaned back into his chair, arms crossed over his chest while looking up at the presence that graced their interruption into his space. “ i don’t remember receiving any orders from you, miss harley. and even if i did, sorry to say but i’m quite busy myself. i’m afraid you will have to deal with your own bullshit for the time being. ”

[gisaeki]

just a reminder that i already have an open starter up for halloween ! since plotting can take some time, if you wish to get things started faster, you can reply to this. feel free to assume connection. <3

as someone who had strong preference towards having conversations face to face, his phones were, to clement, just decorations that he had to possess in order to be accepted in this modern world of technologies. the frustrated ones who required to contact the man in day to day basis were the living proofs to such statement. with no visible expressions to be seen through them, phone calls and messages were unnecessary and if they didn’t meet the level of clement’s urgency, it’s either missed calls, messages left unread forever or another broken phone by the end of it.

his tolerance for them however would start cracking, as the halloween season was approaching. with his nightclub now being the center of everyone’s attention, his phones were ringing nonstop. either of works, his closed ones inviting him out for the night but what ticked him off the most, were from those who wished to leech off him to gain easy access for the event.

“ i said fuck off. ” clement spoke through gritted teeth upon answering one of the many calls with unknown numbers. “ one more time, and i’m coming for your throat. ”

[gisaeki]

HALLOWEEN STARTER for @baeyejun​ .

tranquility engulfed him, as clement came awake from his overnight slumber. the man wasn’t so much of a morning person and if it wasn’t for his current situation, there would be no hesitation for him to fall back asleep. the light pressure that was weighing on him currently and physically, along with the familiar warmth pressed against his skin, they could only make him feel grateful to have awaken before the other. after all, being able to catch the peaceful sight of the sleeping man near him, it was and always will be clement’s favorite part of his day.

briefly after taking in the sight, clement began brushing his knuckles lightly over the side of yejun’s face. an urge he couldn’t easily rid of, as they sunk on his cheek, following was the fond smile forming across his own face. he wanted to so badly smother the other with kisses, but to his own dismay of not wanting to disturb his sleep, clement made a mental note to do so after he had joined him for breakfast ( or in their case now, brunch ).

a sigh, as the man now wrapped his arms around the smaller figure of his companion. face nuzzling in the crown of his head, he planted a kiss there before pulling away just a slight to look over at the clock. his eyes squinted to make clear of the information, to which he responded upon taking it in with a soft groan in displeased. 11am, fuck.

“ yejun? ” he started, voice a little bit hoarse and strained from the lack of warming up. an arm of his remained around yejun, rubbing his side gently as he raised his other hand to push back strands of the sleeping man’s hair, pressing his lips on his forehead afterwards, he called out his name once more. “ yejun? it’s time to wake up. ”

[gisaeki]

👻 ⚡ CLEMENT ANG’S HALLOWEEN TASK !

WHAT ARE YOUR CHARACTER’S THOUGHTS ON HALLOWEEN ? the. most. annoying. time. of. the. year. well, not as dramatic as that, but since his nightclub is always the main attraction in gangnam during the halloween season, his phones would always ring nonstop due to works and unknown people trying to get easy or free access to his nightclub for that night. which he hates, a lot. other than that, it’s a fun time. he enjoys seeing people all dressed up in costumes, although he doesn’t like being one of them. he also enjoys the parties and the fun that comes with halloween.

DOES YOUR CHARACTER CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN, OR IS IT JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR THEM ? clement is usually busy during halloween. as previously said, his nightclub becomes the hotspot during the season. so i guess it’s fifty fifty - he celebrates halloween while working.

AS A CHILD, WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER THINK OF HALLOWEEN ? clement only got to celebrate halloween from the age of thirteen and up. as a child before he moved to south korea, he hated halloween. it was the time of the year he saw all children but him out and about in costumes, having the time of their lives. while he had none of those, as it was one of his suffering days.

WHAT IS THE MOST FOND MEMORY YOUR CHARACTER HAVE OF HALLOWEEN? his most fond memory of halloween would be the big ass halloween party threw by the people in his major during his sophomore year of university. it was in a airbnb, with loud music & bunch of boozes involved, and people including himself having too much fun, they forgot about the rest of the world.

VICE VERSE. SHARE TO US AS WELL THEIR WORST MEMORY OF HALLOWEEN. there was once - when clement was around seven or eight years old, he got into a fight with some other kids on the street during halloween. when he was caught by their parents and his ‘caretaker’, he was hit really hard and broke his wrist when he fell. the injury was left untreated and as a result, there’s a lingering discomfort on his wrist when he uses it too harshly.

WHAT ARE THEIR PLANS FOR HALLOWEEN THIS YEAR ? the usual, working. making sure everything goes well in his nightclub. however for this year, he does think about skipping work duties and goes out to have fun with his closed ones.

LASTLY, WHAT ARE THEIR BIGGEST FEARS ? at this point of his life, there’s nothing that clement fears anymore. ghosts? what the fuck are those. death? pain? i don’t know her. losing people in his life? was never attached to them anyways. okay, maybe the latter is to be taken into consideration. there are a few currently in clement’s life who he really loves and treasures, the people who makes him feel grounded. and losing them would mean losing himself, as that would make him fail as a human being. and that is his biggest fear.

[gisaeki]

EDITED / UPDATE !! just a note that i will be putting all general / previous threads on hold for the moment and focus on the halloween event until it ends. after all issa special event and i want to have more spooky times. i’ll slide into everyone’s im soon after this to plot ‘mkay, my loves !

IT’S TIME, PEOPLE !!! it’s plotting halloweeny times, my loves. LIKE this post if u wanna plot about the spooky fun times with clement or jiae and i’ll slide in ur im to get things started !

[gisaeki]

as someone who had strong preference towards having conversations face to face, his phones were, to clement, just decorations that he had to possess in order to be accepted in this modern world of technologies. the frustrated ones who required to contact the man in day to day basis were the living proofs to such statement. with no visible expressions to be seen through them, phone calls and messages were unnecessary and if they didn’t meet the level of clement’s urgency, it’s either missed calls, messages left unread forever or another broken phone by the end of it.

his tolerance for them however would start cracking, as the halloween season was approaching. with his nightclub now being the center of everyone’s attention, his phones were ringing nonstop. either of works, his closed ones inviting him out for the night but what ticked him off the most, were from those who wished to leech off him to gain easy access for the event.

“ i said fuck off. ” clement spoke through gritted teeth upon answering one of the many calls with unknown numbers. “ one more time, and i’m coming for your throat. ”

[gisaeki]

IT'S TIME, PEOPLE !!! it's plotting halloweeny times, my loves. LIKE this post if u wanna plot about the spooky fun times with clement or jiae and i’ll slide in ur im to get things started !

[gisaeki]

lucas vlive ‘test’

[gisaeki]

love was to clement, a subject left untouched for most of his life. acknowledged of such feeling yet for him in personal depth, it was foreign. something he wasn’t used to, nor was he daring enough to accept and let it complicate his already messy life.

the first time he felt affection was after he got adopted by his current family. even so, by facts it was only through papers that he was part of them. despite being given all that was required for as his legal parental figure, clement never once felt that he was loved. perhaps the man was at fault for being ignorant, but it was clear to him what he felt for them in return was purely just gratefulness and nothing more.

came was his university life, where clement’s social circle started to grow. he was meeting new people, making new friends and inevitably of course, he too fell in love in the midst of everything. similar cases where one fell in love for the first time, he was no different with his many plans for their future together but just like most first loves, it ended just as quickly.

it had been months since their breakup. everything of his first relationship, like anything else was now thoughts that occasionally haunt him in his daily life. when his eyes spotted the familiar figure across from where he was standing, clement took it as one of those moments yet he didn’t choose to look away, thinking that she would be the one to go first, like how it was for them.

but instead, the said person came approaching him. as their distance decreased, clement stiffened and everything started to slowly become suffocating for him to be there. the temperature of his hands dropping by each step of hers closer to him and the man pursed his lips, suppressing the urge to wrap his arms around her small figure like he was used to.

“ hey, ” clement greeted back, clearing his throat afterwards and as the sudden discomfort upon the situation crept up in him, he shoved his hands inside his pockets in attempt to calm himself. “ life has been the usual. i’m guessing yours is going great.... ”

“ hyemi. ”

the supermarket was normally not the place where hyemi met people she knew. there were countless people passing her every single time and it was just way too hard to pay attention to any of the faces while trying to complete your weekly grocery shopping. however, on this particular day luck didn’t seem to be on her side and she managed to accidentally spot @gisaeki​ amidst the crowd of people making their way through the aisles. 

for a few seconds she debated on whether she should go up to him and say hello or whether it would be better to simply ignore his existence– they hadn’t really talked ever since they had broken up many months ago at this point, so hyemi wasn’t sure if he would even be willing to talk to her in such a casual manner. but before she could finish her train of thought their eyes had already met and it was too late to back out now without seeming like an asshole.

so, she swallowed her pride and walked up to the familiar yet unfamiliar man. “hello, long time no see.” the tone of her voice was awkward and nervous, but she still had the usual smile displayed on her face. in all honesty, ever since she had started to work for sbs news, it felt like it had been plastered on her lips. “how’s life now?” the question was rather unnecessary but she felt like being polite and wondering about the other’s well-being was the least she could do.

[gisaeki]

baeyejun​:

gisaeki​:

as much as yejun loved the bakery, it had become something he needed to constantly justify to his parents, explain why this was better than what they were constantly trying to offer him. for it to make sense to them, it needed to make money — and to make money, yejun had to constantly be improving it. the never-ending cycle had turned the twenty two year old into the workaholic he was today, seemingly unable to take an actual break at any time.

it was no secret that to his employees that, even on the singular day off he allowed himself a week, he was still busy upstairs in his apartment — trying new recipes, or improving the ones he already used in the shop. it led to mostly quiet days, the smell of baked goods taking over the one bedroom apartment.

clement hadn’t been a part of the plan for his day — but he hadn’t meant to ignore him, not for this long. yejun simply got caught up in his own thoughts, apron covered in flour and sugar as he huffed out a laugh as a response to the other’s words.

placing his hands on the lightly dusted counter, he cleared his throat in order to dissipate the hoarseness of his voice from lack of use. “i don’t hear you complaining.” he smiled, unbothered by the joke. “plus, you’ve eaten like half that tray of bread to yourself — pretty sure you should be the one marrying my breads.” 

a soft chuckle was let to escape him as he found amusement in the other’s remark. cute and cheeky, had he commented silently to himself and with a small shake of his head, clement resumed to enjoy the last piece that soon filled his stomach. the man afterwards let silence take over, leaving once again only the sound of him chewing and yejun’s doings echoed within the space they were in.

seconds went by since, or perhaps minutes. as it continued on, clement couldn’t help the glances he stole of yejun. everything about him to the guy was simply endearing. the first time they met, only glimpse that he was able to catch of the baker, he had thought nothing of him but just another pretty face. however, it changed - to win a man’s heart is through his stomach, and it appeared to be true as upon finishing all the breads clement had bought from the bakery for the first time, he couldn’t help but wanting more. he was a regular customer then, and gradually they became as they were today.

the recall of their past together left a smile on his face. after coming to conclusion that he was full, clement stood up and headed for the sink to wash off residue that reminded him of his big appetite. as he turned around, the first to be in his sight as ‘though magnetically, was the back view of yejun. more precisely, his lower back. to which it decided for clement’s next act, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip just slightly till the middle before his teeth sunk onto it.

footsteps quiet, clement was now positioned hovering yejun from behind. his hand placed on top of the baker’s and another sneakily started at the hem of his shirt, he slid his fingers under the fabric enough to have the pads of them come in contact with yejun’s skin. drawing littles in circular with his thumb on a small part of the other’s back, clement leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his neck. he whispered,

“ indeed, i should be the one to marry your breads. shouldn’t i, bae yejun ? ”

[gisaeki]

growing up in environments as crooked as those were throughout his life, clement was exposed to more bad deeds than good. having that used for his advantage, the man could tell easily just by even short observations which situation gave the familiar red signs, and which didn’t.

one of those currently being the group of friends he had his eyes on ever since they entered his property. loud and obnoxious, although the exception applied to the one in blonde but overall, they were causing a scene. not unpleasant to the public, but one that scratched at him irritatingly.

names after names had he heard, the cocktails he knew very well cost fortune were given to one of his staffs. clement should really just let it be as none of this should concern him. in the end after all, the orders were going straight to his paycheck. sighing, the manager looked away and downing his own throat-burning liquor, he attempted to rid of the bothersome thoughts.

it appeared to be unsuccessful however, as if the up above had given him a mission to turnover his life just so this little devil could secure a place in heaven, the credit card that he knew was the blonde’s instantly caught his eyes. another sigh and another attempt, clement only groaned before snatching the card from his staff’s hand and he walked over to the group.

right the instance he had approached them, he grabbed the guy’s hand, the owner of the credit card now settled in his pocket before dragging him out of the building together.

“ all bills go to them. have them settled everything as quietly as possible. you know what to do. ” was his order whispered in one of his men’s ear before he, along with the stranger exited the building.

clement’s hand that once was gripping the other’s, now settled for his fingers curling around the man’s arm. “ five seconds. you can either go back to them and let them have their way sucking your bank account dry, or leave and start making new friends. choose. ”

a starter for @gisaeki​

really ? the whole money thing wasn’t something new for siwoo. even when he was up to his eyeballs swimming in trainee debt, his parents had his back. call him ariana grande, because if he saw it and he liked it, all he had to say is i want it and he got it. now, he finally had the perks of fame to accompany the cash in his pocket. sometimes being rich wasn’t even that worth it if you didn’t have the face to back or up. well, that’s what siwoo’s friends would tell him.

not that they had any idea, always mooching from their friend’s pocket whenever they wanted something.

at the bar there was a round of orders, and the idol was barely able to get in a word about his own before the names of expensive cocktails were being yelled over him, the currently blonde man blinking at the comments about how pretty boy idol will take care of the bill, his usual resting bitch face not so resting anymore. he tried not to look like he was irritated, but really, he was, rolling his eyes before handing over the credit card that would take care of their bill before ordering his own old fashioned. 

“ they’re lucky i’m so nice. ” he commented with a sigh towards the bartender, licking his tongue across the slick gloss that coated his lips. right now, he was making a mental note to google how to make friends when yours are acting like giant asses when he got back to his dorm later.

[gisaeki]

sohwiis​:

gisaeki​:

laughter, screams, colors. that’s how she would have described her day at the kindergarten. although challenging at best and exhausting at worst, sohee wouldn’t have had it in any other way. there wasn’t anything else that she liked more than spending time with the children. she definitely was the type to consider herself fortunate to be hanging out with such innocent and kind souls. on top of that, she was also well aware that some of the kids spent more time with her than with their parents, so she always made sure to give her full attention and affection to them, to guarantee that they will be receiving the education that they needed and they would develop the proper skills.

the goodbyes were always bittersweet, giving each toddler a tight hug and waving with a bright smile on her face. despite knowing that she’d miss their company, she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to going back to her place to rest a bit. yes, she was tired the moment she got home, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t cook something for herself. a good cook, thanks to her grandmother, sohee’s apartment was now filled with the smell of sundubu jjigae and jjajangmyeon. she enjoyed the meal by herself, though she definitely did not mind the silence and the calm that came with it.

suprisingly, as she was now just chilling in the living room, her phone buzzed and she reached over to check who was texting her. the notification which popped up on the screen earned a small smile from her and she was quick to reply to his message.

✉  clement ang 💞    ⤿    yes, i’m home!! ✉  clement ang 💞    ⤿    what’s up? ✉  clement ang 💞    ⤿    are you comin over? 

his eyes didn’t leave his phone screen and nor did he exit their chatroom after sending the messages. as impatience began to grow in him, his knee started shaking - a habit clement picked up at a young age. upon seeing the marks indicating that his messages had been read, the man immediately switched on the engine of his motorbike and after only glancing at the new chat bubbles popped up, the corners of his lips were tugged upwards and forming was a smirk across his face.

he knew. clement knew by now, her schedules and based on what he had learned about bae sohee through information he secretly gained, it wasn’t exactly necessary for him to ask for her whereabouts. although knowing this statement could throw anyone off as it may come as inappropriate and disturbing, but it was for safely purposes. after all, clement held a name ranked high in a very dangerous world and bae sohee was someone really precious to him.

after finished gearing himself up for the ride, he halted at putting on his left glove and pressing the voice message button, he sent his replies.

“ guess i can surprise you no more this time as well, bae sohee. ” he chuckled. “ although you really shouldn’t simply just say that to anyone who asked if you’re home or not. it’s dangerous, you know. ” “ i’ll be there in twenty. don’t open the door to anyone but me, okay? ” “ see you soon, baby girl. ”

after everything was sent and done, clement put on the last safety gear before taking off. while on the road, he made mental notes to stop by the flower shop and the convenience store to pick up sohee’s favorites. now standing in front of her house, a bouquet of fresh dahlias in one hand and a bag of snacks in another, some chocolates and strawberry milk, all that reminded him of her, the young man rang the doorbell.

“ sohee? i’m here. ” and there he waited patiently, to be greeted by his precious one.

[gisaeki]

for one who was marked as indifferent to troublesome circumstances, it was ironic to see now clement was surrounded with badly wounded bodies. even though they knew he wasn’t a saint to begin with, it was still a shocking surprise for his underlings, witnessing what was played before their eyes. their leader, as the rumors said, was indeed vicious and merciless.

the bodies - some could be presumed as already dead and maybe a few were half till there, but that’s if they were smart enough to pretend as so in order to prevent getting caught and ended up having their heads bashed with the metal bat currently within clement’s grip. the repeating sound of metal hitting the cement ground echoed between the four walls, each beat thickened the tension around them and each time that he chuckled, it sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

clement had a bad start to his day, and he made sure to show it to whoever caused it.

“ good grief, ” he laughed, sinister as he walked over to one of the guys laying flat on the ground. “ we just started and it was only for barely an hour, everyone already gave up? what a bunch of fucking losers. ”

a scoff and he pressed the end of his bat onto the injured man’s neck, not much of pressure applied yet hard enough to have the poor guy groaned in pain. “ out of respect, mr. choi. here’s a piece of advice. next time you wish to run your big mouth, make sure it makes sense. but my offer still stands for - ”

as if on cue intending to anger clement even more, his phone rang. not only did it cut off his sentences ( to which it was one of his pet peeves ), it too because of that had hurt his pride. after harshly taking out his phone from his pocket, he glanced over at the caller id. ‘ witch ’, and he rolled his eyes before sliding the green button. “ wh- ”

“ hey bestie ! .... can i ask you for a favor ? ... well compensated... you say ? ”

to be frank, what was said on the phone didn’t register well in his head, mind still clouded in anger, irritated even more so by now after the interruption. sighing, clement cracked his neck, ridding of the knot and he leaned his weight against the handle of the bat, he answered...

“ your wish is always my command, your majesty. where shall i meet you so we can properly talk about this, hm ? ” 

sarcastically.

     crimson  tinted  water  decorates  the  bone  -  colored  bathroom  sink  ,  the  familiar  metallic  smell  twinging  the  air  .  she  mutters  under  her  breath  ,  cursing  the  (  maybe  ?  )  unconscious  man  lying  on  her  bedroom  floor  .  ❝  i  don’t  very  much  care  for  people  who  disrespect  me  .  ❞  venom  threads  through  her  timbre  as  she  dries  her  hands  ,  now  using  the  toe  of  her  signature  heeled  house  slippers  to  nudge  the  man  .  ❝  get  your  ass  up  ,  ❞  she  commands  ——  empty  hues  watching  as  he  slowly  picks  himself  up  .

     the  adrenaline  running  through  her  veins  numbs  her  ability  to  think  logically  ,  ❝  if  you’re  smart  ,  you’ll  grab  your  shit  and  go  …  i’d  also  suggest  never  showing  your  face  in  front  of  me  again  .  ❞  maybe  it  was  the  bruised  pride  or  the  already  swelling  eye  ,  but  her  house  guest  did  as  they  were  instructed  and  it  wasn’t  until  she  heard  the  ding  of  the  elevator  signaling  his  decent  from  her  penthouse  that  she  collected  herself  enough  to  clean  her  carpet  ——  ❝  this  better  not  stain  again  ;  i’m  tired  of  buying  new  carpet  ..  or  maybe  i  should  just  invest  in  something  that  isn’t  white  ?  ❞

     the  rest  of  her  afternoon  passes  without  incident  ,  harley’s  mood  finally  returning  a  few  hours  later  .  with  her  elated  mood  ,  however  ,  the  realisation  of  her  actions  begins  to  dawn  on  her  ;  settling  like  a  rock  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  .  she’s  revealed  too  many  of  her  circumstances  to  the  guy  from  earlier  :  he  knew  where  she  lived  ,  that  she  lived  alone  with  no  neighbors  ,  and  because  he’d  been  to  her  place  more  than  once  ,  the  attendants  downstairs  wouldn’t  second  guess  him  if  he  told  them  she  was  expecting  him  .

     with  an  opened  palm  settled  on  her  forehead  ,  she  blindly  reaches  for  her  handphone  .  there’s  only  one  person  she  can  think  of  with  a  strong  enough  reputation  to  intimidate  another  and  she  quickly  dials  @gisaeki​​‘s  number  .  when  the  call  finally  connects  ,  harley  gives  him  no  time  to  respond  before  she  begins  speaking  with  a  honeyed  tone  ,  ❝  hey  bestie  !  the  one  who  loves  me  and  adores  me  and  would  do  anything  for  me  !  can  i  ask  you  for  a  favor  ?  ❞  despite  it  being  a  phone  call  ,  harley  still  bats  her  eyes  ,  ❝  i’ll  make  sure  you’re  well  compensated  ,  what  do  you  say  ?  ❞

[gisaeki]

LUCAS.

[gisaeki]

BROKEN PROMISES. with jeon moonsoo ( @jmoonsoo​ )

if there was anything anyone should know about clement, although it’s quite obvious even by just the looks of his and his first impressions, was that clement ang hated everything yet at the same time, he didn’t care enough to let anything affect or play with his emotions. perhaps it was because of his pride, or perhaps it was the numbness from all that he went through as a young boy. but all in all and so to say, clement was extremely capable of controlling his emotions if the situation required it.

however, just like how the saying goes no one is perfect and that accompanied by everyone has a weakness, clement too wasn’t an exception of both. after all, he was just a mere human. a little stronger than the rest but in the end, he wasn’t immune and just like everyone else, he had a weakness.

and his happened to be one in the form of a man, whose body currently pressed against his own, whose curve his fingers were tracing and whose skin was adorned with his marks. possessive had him been told as by his other companions, but in the end of the day, those marks on theirs meant nothing to him but to occupy his mouth while he chased his pleasure. but on this man, on jeon moonsoo, they were his silent cries.

as the clock was ticking, clement grew anxious. the nearer the end, the more it fed to his desperation, and the tighter the hold he had around moonsoo from behind. not yet. he didn’t want to let go just yet.

“ stay. ” he whispered against the other’s neck before his lips claimed the nearest they could get on his skin.