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04:18pm, a random library he's not dead, he only looks that way with anyone that is shorter than kyung

hiding behind an alias helps him remain anonymous, it helps him keep his freedom and allows him to walk around town without being surrounded by readers of his books, begging for autographs when he's just trying to get to the nearest library to see what's new on the shelves. it gives him a sense of safety, knowing that he can buy a coffee in the afternoon, make his way to a library or a book shop and spend some peaceful time reading a book by himself. he likes going through the new releases, the new books written by authors he admires, and authors he hasn't gotten to meet yet... it's like an adventure, going through a wide field of an unknown land and figuring out the wonderful things it can bring you.

as he looks through the new titles on the 'new releases' aisle, he notices someone standing by the end of the shelf, on their tiptoes, struggling to reach for a book at the very top of the wooden furniture. kyung chuckles quietly when he sees it, he can't imagine what life is like in those circumstances and he wonders if the stranger would like some help... he takes a brand new horror book from the shelf he was standing in front of and the walks towards the other, reaching for the book they were trying so hard to grab with a charming smile on his face.

"i got you," he says, but as he pulls the book out of the shelf something unexpected happens — another book that was directly right next to the one he grabbed for the stranger, gets dragged along with the chosen book and falls exactly where it shouldn't land: the stranger's head. kyung looks at them with wide eyes, his cheeks quickly turn a faint shade of red and he starts to panic as he apologizes over and over again, "i am so sorry, oh my— i'm so sorry, are you okay? i hope it didn't hurt much, i am deeply sorry..."

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with      —      𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐇𝐀,

“you might regret saying that,” she teases, but it’s all in good fun. both he and her know that this is a rare opportunity, her getting caught up in such a mess, running into so many ex-lovers at one time. her usual party stance is to stay above it all, but she’d failed miserably at this one. 

“if you can spare another ten minutes,” her arm starts to steer him away as an idle hand waves goodbye to the stricken face that she never wants to see again, “play pretend with me and grab a drink? let’s ask the bartender for the good liquor.” 

his response to her teasing is a quiet chuckle, a bright smile, and the charming eye-smile that he was probably known for; he's amused by her statement, not only because it was an obvious joke but also because he knows it's not true at all. even if seoha has said that with honest intentions, kyung does not agree with her words.

he shakes his head no a few times, looks at her with a playful smile and then leans in closer again, just to make sure his words are audile and clear for her to hear. "i totally disagree, seoha... i would not regret it, especially if it's a good method to keep those weirdos away."

he laughs again, wearing a bashful and smug smile on his lips when he looks back at the ex she's been trying to avoid this whole time — he gives the man a threatening stare, one that so clearly says, stay away or you're in big trouble, and he hopes the guy will take the message. kyung is not really the type of man to start a fight, but he would make an exception to keep a friend safe. and seoha's safety is definitely worth the risk of getting kicked out of the party, and he's sure she knows she can trust him in those circumstances.

"i'll spare you as much time as needed to make sure that guy won't bother you," he says as he walks with her towards the bar, not as close and touchy as before but his hand remains on her waist to keep the image she wanted to display to the ex-boyfriend — just enough to avoid their perfect act to still be believable.

"it's good timing, i'm desperate for something to drink... i'm not gonna lie, i'm good at play pretend but the role as the new love interest makes me a bit nervous."  another little joke, just to try and make the woman next to him laugh a little. “i guess i’m truly meant to be on the backstage.”

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with      —      𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎,

“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.”

the words that fall from the other man's lips sound like music to him, like beautiful poetry being accompanied by the gentle sound of strings in the background. it makes kyung smile, his hands moves further under sangwoo's shirt, exploring every inch of its surface until he reaches the more sensitive spots — where he knows sangwoo likes to be touched. his fingertips caress those two spots slowly and carefully, while his lips continue to press sweet little kisses against his boyfriend's lips, his neck, his jawline. he wants sangwoo, just as much as sangwoo wants him. if not more, even.

"you need me," he asks despite knowing the answer very well, curious to see how blurry the thoughts in the other's mind are. curious to hear what he'd say if he asked for further information. "how much do you need me?"

his hands finally move away from sangwoo's chest, but only to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off his body to reveal the perfect and beautiful skin that has been hidden from him for such a long time. he stares down at the body underneath him, and a small smirk form on his lips when he thinks of how much he wants to kiss sangwoo down... passing by the muscles of his abdomen and his hipbones, until he reaches his thighs where kyung wants to leave more marks of his love and devotion on sangwoo's skin. the perfect canvas for his art, for the red and purple hues that he can paint so deliciously with his lips.

"i need you too, baby... i need you so much." his voice is still a whisper, mumbled against the other man's ear before he starts pressing more kisses down sangwoo's neck, making sure to leave hickies on his collarbones, his chest, where he stops for now just to press kisses on the sensitive nipples that he has just teased seconds ago. it doesn't take long for him to take one of them in his mouth, while the other gets teased again by his fingertips. "i need you in every sense of that phrase, woo. i need your everything."

his tongue moves slowly and in circles, but his attention is completely turned to the sounds he expects to hear from his lover instead. he's been dying to hear sangwoo's whimpers, his whines, his moans... and this is the perfect opportunity to get them from him. he wraps his lips around the small nipple and closes his eyes, humming softly and quietly as he plays with the other one in between his fingers. so delicate and pretty, kyung could stay there like that with sangwoo for an eternity. just loving and adoring his boyfriend until the end of times.

"you're so beautiful, baby... i love you so much. i love you more than anything in this whole world."

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09:18am, goshen cafe & bar what a mess i leave with @hanabanana97​

kyung enters the cafe with a reoccurring question in his mind, one that he always finds himself wondering about whenever he visits the small shop to either grab a coffee by the morning or a glass of whiskey at night: would they be willing to sell him a glass of alcohol at 9 in the morning? probably not, and kyung is quite satisfied with the answer he imagines they'd give him if he even asked them for something like that. after all, he doesn't need other people to encourage his drinking habits in inappropriate hours... his assistant would commit murder if he ever arrived at work with red cheeks and an alcoholic breath, so his best option has always been to start the day off with a large cup of coffee instead.

he smiles at the barista when he's finally standing in front of them, ready to place his order, take it, and then leave immediately to avoid being scolded for being late once again, but as he's ready to leave the place and head towards his car, that's when he spots a very familiar face that he could swear he hasn't seen in years. his assistant has to forgive him this one more time, for he's quick to make his way towards the woman and smile at her once he's sure of who she is. it's not everyday that you bump into one of the very few friends you made in your teenage years, at least not for kyung.

"hana," he asks, the smile getting wider when the woman finally looks at him. kyung chuckles a little and offers his hand for a polite yet friendly handshake. "you remember me, right? it's probably not that easy considering i was never the most obnoxious party boy in my teenage years, but i remember bumping into you all the time at parties when we were younger! how have you been? you literally vanished."

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with      —      𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎,

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…”

growing up, kyung had never been encouraged to engage in religion or anything similar to it. his mother was very much an atheist, and instead of speaking of a god above the skies she would tell him that god is in the words. as a child, he believed everything she told him as if they were the supreme truth, but now that he's an adult... he has his own beliefs and his own experiences to base his ideas from. for that reason, if someone were to ask him what he believes in, he would tell them that heaven isn't an unreachable place above the skies. heaven is a place on earth, and it changes for every individual. and up to this point, kyung had never gotten close to his own piece of heaven, until he met song sangwoo.

a glimpse of his personal paradise, looking at sangwoo always makes his heart beat faster and the world around them disappear completely; suddenly kyung feels blind, as if the only thing he's allowed to see is the face of the man that has stolen his heart from the moment they first met. he whispers confessions against sangwoo's ear as if they're prayers, as if all of his sins would be forgiven the moment his feelings were converted into spoken words. his hands touch the smooth and soft skin of sangwoo's body as if the surface is sacred and holy, as if he could taint the porcelain-like complexion with the dark red of his flawed nature.

sangwoo's arms are his heaven, and when he feels the gentle touch of his finger against his lips, kyung can't help but let a sweet and loving smile form on them. he listens to the words that sangwoo says with attention, eyes focused on the younger man's as he moves closer and closer until their lips meet in a slow and tender kiss. kyung feels like he's dead when they kiss, he feels like he's being held by god himself and god is the man underneath him at that moment. he is devoted, he means it. 

he's devoted to song sangwoo, as if he's the next messiah, the personification of the creator of everything that exists in the world: light and darkness, earth and ocean, love and passion. he is all of it, he's everything. and his every word is law, his every desire is an order, and kyung is willing to give him everything he could ever ask for.

"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?"

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just-shower-thoughts​:

Any blanket can be a weighted blanket if there’s a cat on it.

with      —      song sangwoo, @cyberiaexe.

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MR. AHN KYUNG, did you see any suspicious activity occurring near the private vip rooms?

"can you define what you mean by suspicious activity?" he asks with a slight frown on his forehead, eyes just a little bit squinted, and head only a few degrees tilted to the right. as far as he remembers, the only thing he's seen near the private rooms were couples, kissing and making out just a few meters away from the locked-up rooms they had reserved for themselves — kyung remember thinking of how desperate those people must be, to be that intimate and passionate just a few steps from reaching the privacy of a vip room. but then again, nothing that wouldn't be expected from drunk people in a party like that.

"if you mean, like... if i saw something sketchy and evil-looking, then my answer has to be no." he shakes his head left and right when he says that, with eyes focused on the officer in front of him. even if there was something suspicious going on at the time he was heading to the private rooms, there was no way he'd have paid attention to anything else other than his companion. kyung's heart was beating fast, his hands were sweating a bit, and the smile that was formed on his lips didn't seem to be going away so soon as long as he had sangwoo by his side. there was no way he'd have noticed something weird or mrs. yang in general when he has the prettiest boy right next to him, about to be all alone with him in a private room.

kyung is known for having a rather good memory, he has to when he's constantly writing and describing things mostly from memory, but couldn't be trusted when he's so infatuated by someone... he has never felt that way about anyone else, and every clear memory he has of that night includes the other man. he was and he still is the focus of kyung's attention, the subject of his every thought and dream... and for that reason, kyung is definitely not the ideal person to be interrogated in a murder case.

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with      —      𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐇𝐀,

a gentle hand tucks hair behind her ear as if he does it all the time. it only feels right to reciprocate; seoha murmurs something incoherent, something that sounds like “i can’t see your eyes,” as her own fingers pick at his bangs, sweeping them across his forehead. he’s close enough for her to feel his breath on the side of her face, to catch the woody remnants of subtle cologne and strong liquor, and she wonders if he can do the same. 

“you’re way too good at this,” a teasing tone, but genuine words. “a natural. i should have you do this all the time,” she nudges him, fully entertained by her ex’s stricken expression, disbelief and disappointment all in one. “the satisfaction of your service is overwhelming.”

her comment takes a genuine and yet discreet laugh out of his lips, his smile widens and he keeps his eyes on her despite the desire to look around and spot a familiar face that he knew would be very upset to see him with a woman in his arms like that; highschool crushes meant nothing to him, not only because of the immaturity of them but also because he never gave anyone any reason to have a crush on him. those unwanted affections were purely based on looks, on the image he portrayed in the hallways: a serious face, dark clothes, long sleeves even during the summer, a shield to protect himself from the disgusted glares. seoha was an exception.

from the very start, she knew of his flaws and who he truly was. she didn't look at him with judgment or disgust, and that was one of the many reasons why kyung enjoyed her presence so much. they didn't care much about each other's image and that was the source of all the admiration they had for one another. a feeling that kyung has been cultivating for so many years, and that probably won't change so soon.

"if she's crying, that's her problem— i never gave her or anyone the opportunity to think they could have anything with me." he says with a playful smile on his lips, his voice is still low and gentle and only for her to listen. in fact, all of his attention was turned to her, only her, playing the role that was given to him perfectly; after all, kyung knows how to treat a woman or a romantic interest in general. he's had quite a few relationships in the past, and before the breakups, he was for sure the dreamy boyfriend everyone's parents wished for.

his smile widens when she touches his hair, and when he hears her quiet words he leans a bit closer to make their improvised play even more believable. he feels the sweet and soft scent of her perfume, almost intoxicating in a way that makes you want to lean closer, press your lips against her skin and adore her in every way possible. "can you see them now," he asks in the same tone of voice, a mere murmur that makes his voice sound even deeper than it naturally is.

"whenever you need," a quiet chuckle escapes past his lips after he says that, and he even shrugs a little. "i'll be willing to help you get rid of those assholes whenever you need, seoha." he means it when he says that, a protective side of him clearly showing and he's not ashamed of it. he cares about her, and he wants her to know she can always count on him. "just call me and i'll be ready to play pretend again."

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MR. AHN KYUNG, did you come across Mrs. Yang during the networking party prior to her death? Actually, would you mind telling us how familiar you are with the Yangs?

the second question demands a bit more of his memory, and he has to close his eyes for a couple of seconds to remember the details of that night... most of it became a blur after all the drinks he had during the party and the headache that came in the morning after, but he could remember the highlights of his night vividly: bumping into hyunwoo and sharing some information about his upcoming book; pretending to be seoha's new fling to keep her annoying exes away from her; and then the best part of his night when he became sangwoo's personal nurse after his fight in the club's bathroom. but in all of those memories, mrs. yang is not part of them, not even in the background.

in fact, after the boring introduction event that her family had thrown when they joined the community, there was nothing that could have made her stand out in a crowd of established elite personalities. not even her questionable taste in fashion, or the poorly applied makeup, nor even her scandalous relationship with a certain celebrity. 

everyone was more interested in the gossip created about the hongs or the songs, and not exactly who's the brave person that has been keeping mrs. yang's bed warm. it may sound mean and rude, but despite being a part of the rich and powerful, the family had never received the recognition of being part of that 1% of the population.

"i really don't remember seeing her at all," he finally tells the officers after trying to recall something, anything that could help the cops find out who murdered mrs. yang, but there is nothing. it's almost like she wasn't even there. "i don't remember seeing her nor hearing anything about her, and that speaks a lot about her lack of influence. not only her lack of influence but her family's in general. i wasn't familiar with them, i only talked to mr. yang once in their introduction event to welcome them into the community. and that's all. i'm very sorry, officer."

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MR. AHN KYUNG, can you or anyone else corroborate your whereabouts by the time the incident happened?

"of course," kyung says immediately after the question is asked, with a firm and conclusive nod of his head to make sure he looks clear as day in his response. he's innocent and he has the most wonderful alibi to confirm his words: a beautiful boy, whose name is known by most part of population of seoul and has been mentioned in the classist pretty often in the last few days. 

he doesn't mind the rumors involving the both of them, and doesn't mind the assumptions that people make about them. they were together that night, alone in a room with a comfortable bed and soundproof walls, and one could assume that things got dirty between the two men in those circumstances. but it just wasn't truth, not this time.

in fact, all they did that night was sit down next to each other, talking and getting to know one another instead of making out as most people would expect them to. kyung had ice in his hands and he run it on sangwoo's skin, but not in an erotic way — no, he was song sangwoo's personal nurse that night. the cold surface touched sangwoo's bruised skin with delicacy, kyung almost felt afraid of hurting the other boy even more with every move of his hand, of his fingertips. 

the younger man is definitely not fragile, not so easily breakable and he proved it by engaging in that fight during the party. and yet, ahn kyung felt like he could break the delicate and thin layer of skin that covers and protects the essence of who song sangwoo was. one wrong move and the crystal would break, shatter and cover the floor with sharp and deadly pieces.

"i was with song sangwoo in a private room," he explains, voice firm and sure of what he's saying. "he had gotten into a fight earlier that night, and i took him to a room to take care of him and his bruises. i was there with him the whole time, so it couldn't have been us."

with      —      @cyberiaexe

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with      —      𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎,

Hyunwoo took a sip from his nearly empty glass. More people gathered around the dance floor as the night progressed. Hyunwoo noted that the place was quickly filling up. Because of the loud noise in the background, he had to speak in close proximity to Kyung’s ear. "I still have my whisky. But I’m sure I’ll be able to get to the second one shortly. I’m driving today, so I won’t be able to drink much. So there will be no spiking of my drink. Just enough to make me dizzy and help me wake up later. while I’m still awake, shouldn’t we kick things off with a bang?”

kyung never really paid attention to it, but the few friends he has are pretty much similar to him: outcasts of some sort, each in their own specific way. but somehow, call it fate and destiny, they’ve each ended up welcomed into each other’s lives and arms almost as a family. one that he loves and cares for as much as possible, and hyunwoo is part of that family. it explains the smile on his lips when he feels the touch on his cheek, kyung has always been fond of affection.

“spoilers of my next book?” he lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head a few times as if he’s in disbelief. he’s not, he knows hyunwoo too well. “but if i give you spoilers you won’t want to buy it, huh?” he’s only joking, as he knows that his friend wouldn’t have to buy a copy of his book — he makes sure to gift copies of them to his family, and yet some of them still insisted in buying the books to show their support.

hyunwoo definitely doesn’t have to do it, though: he shows his support so openly by simply looking interested in the stories kyung writes. and it’s very appreciated.

“it really is a wonderful time to relax and catch up with people, even the ones you don’t give a shit about.” he chuckles and looks at hyunwoo with a playful smile, sure that his friend knows exactly what he means. after all, businessmen understand each other and their need to keep contacts happy. “i have to care about mondays, or else my assistant will decapitate me if i’m late to work again.”

he leans closer when he sees the other approaching to speak more clearly, and he can’t help but laugh a little when he hears what hyunwoo has to say. “you’re driving? tsk, hyunwoo... you haven’t learned yet, huh? you shouldn’t come to parties with free booze driving your own car, it’s stupid. well, i’m a smart man and i’m not driving so i definitely should kick things off with a bang. not so sure about you though, buddy.”

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with      —      𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎,

of course. this night just couldn’t get better, could it?

“ah, yeah.” nodding rather nonchalantly, focusing back to nothingness. “it’s a blast.” the sarcasm dripping from his lips, mimicking his saliva from earlier courtesy of hyunwoo. he pitied the man a little… here he was, smiling before the disaster that was sangwoo, and the younger could only muster bitterness with his tongue. god, what a night.

when the lights flash and illuminate the face of the man before him, only then kyung can notice that his makeup isn’t the only thing that has been disrupted that night, and a small frown forms on his forehead when he notices it. he has to admit, he has imagined song sangwoo with reddish skin before, but definitely not in those circumstances — those bruises look like they were caused by angry fists and not gentle lips as kyung had daydreamed of doing. now, instead of the flirty attitude that he was building up to talk to the other, it is replaced by pure concern.

“what happened,” he asks in a soft voice, taking one step closer and almost hesitant to touch sangwoo’s arm now that he knows his night hasn’t been good at all; it’s definitely not what he expected to hear from the other, since he’s known for being a party boy. “are you injured? who did this to you, sangwoo?” he asks so many questions but he doesn’t really wait for a response, eyes wandering all over the room in case he could spot the asshole that had the courage to touch such a beautiful face like that.

call him a simp, and he won’t deny it.

when he looks back at sangwoo, kyung offers a soft and gentle smile, almost apologetic as if he was the person that did that to him; although he could never do it. he could never do harm to song sangwoo. he feels the complete opposite, actually... a strange need to keep him safe, to protect him from all the bad things he knows sangwoo also experiences as a part of the elite.

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...”

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with      —      𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐇𝐀,

apparently, he didn’t think so. seoha gripped kyung’s arm a little tighter now, pulling him in closer to whisper in his ear. “i need a few hyenas off my tail,” she sighs, almost pleadingly. “lend me your presence for half an hour?” 

her ex bore holes into the side of her face. “even better if you seem… affectionate.”

when he hears the voice calling out his name, a smile immediately forms on his lips when he looks at seoha; but despite their years-long friendship and the comfort they feel in each other’s company, kyung still finds it a bit weird when the girl wraps her arms around his arm — he considers himself a very affectionate person when it comes to his friends, but when seoha comes closer and asks him to seem affectionate towards her... he immediately understands what she needs.

his eyes shift from her face to the hyenas that have been bothering her all night, and with a smirk on his face, he’s more than ready to become the perfect boyfriend that those idiots could never be. the classist better be ready, because this situation itself could become a really good rumor for their next issue — on the front page, of course.

“oh, i see,” kyung tells her and immediately wraps his arm around her waist, bringing her body closer to him in a very intimate way to make sure the exes would be intimidated by his attitude. he smiles at her, a very playful smile that shows how much fun he’s already having with this play pretend situation; he knows he can’t go far with it, but he can’t stop himself from leaning in a bit closer to her, and bringing his hand up close to her face to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“i bet all of the people that have studied with us are looking at this right now and thinking, ‘i knew it!’ right?” he chuckles and smiles brightly, his eyes almost disappear into small crescents and he leans even closer, enough to make everyone staring at them believe he’s gonna kiss her; but he doesn’t, he’s only teasing. not only the people staring, but seoha herself; he knows her too well, but he doesn’t really know how she’ll act when he’s pretending to be her perfect and dreamy boyfriend. he feels really curious about that.

“i’ll make sure your exes think i’m gonna propose to you in the next big event hosted by one of the families.”