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   gael hasn’t lifted an eye from the road ahead. their hands on the steering wheel are firm, and their expression has been unreadable since the night began, worsened by gael asking them to go home without him. the drive back feels even longer.   “   i don’t know how long i want to do this for.   ”   they speak when they reach a red light, and glances at atlas from the corner of their eye. their expression softens then.   “   it feels too natural, and i don’t like that.   ”

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   he hates to be the one standing in front of her door, hair dripping from the downpour. it’s like she knew he was coming; the moment his hand raises, the door opens. so does his mouth, but the words aren’t there. a frown, more like a pained grimace, takes its place and he purses his lips; he hasn’t been in this position in so long.   “   i--------- can i come in ?   ”   when his voice comes breathier than intended, he blames the autumn cold. his hands come to hug his sides to hide the nervous faint shaking and he tries again,   “   please.   ”

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ireumi-jungkook‌:

“   pizza delivery.   ”  heh…he’s been on a business trip the last week,  and he’s excitedly knocking on the other’s apartment door.  when min opens…he is attacked.  by a hug.  hehe.   “  kidding.  disappointed  ?  although i did order pizza.  it should be here in 30.  ” 

   “   wh--------- you asshole !   ”   he stumbles back, but regains his composure to hug back just as tightly. nevertheless, he’s still stunned, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. stepping back, he lets him in the apartment, smile wide.   “   i thought you’d be here the next week ? you should’ve called ! hah, trying to sabotage my model career aren’t you ?   ”   minsung sticks his tongue, and can’t shake off the giddy feeling on his stomach.   “   how’d the trip go ? got any richer ?   ”

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txt. dude txt. im sorry but youre gonna fucking. die i guess

txt.  Okay so this may sound like im messing with you but i  promise im not. i was recently diagnosed with a terminal disease called cyroaudiovascularmalexia. basically if i dont get enough blood flow to my ears they will slowly freeze and will fall off, and it will spread to my inner ear and brain. there’s no cure for it except one. i need to constantly warm my ears and the only material soft enough is the inner thighs of a hot guy, so i need you to sit on my face for medical reasons.

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ireumi-jungkook‌:

“  what the fuck are you doing here  ?  ”  a voice carrying blatant malice,  sour disposition as he steps in  ——-  just kidding,  he sounds really pissed off,  and then starts grinning.  “  kidding  !  aw,  babe,  why didn’t you tell me you were visiting  ?  i would have gotten something to fit the mood more.  flowers,  candles  …  anything for our night together.  ”  you can see hearts over his head.  “  nothing much.  you hungry  ?  i’ll order something.  ”

   ‘   homework !   ’   he, too, is smiling because he kind of has his brain fried.   ‘   i wasn’t expecting to drop by either but life happens,   ’   vik shrugs, setting the laptop down and heading towards vic.   ‘   sure, let’s have a romantic dinner. but first, where were you ?   ’   he opens his arms and waits for a hug !!

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“  yuck  !  ”  as if it grosses him out.  he carries a slurpee in one hand,  and one of those nasty little chicken kebabs that he knows the 7-11 staff probably dropped on the damn floor.  now that’s what really grosses him out,  but he doesn’t seem to care.  he takes a bite out of it anyways.  “  hey,  bro. you ever hear of  ...  tide on the go  ?  ”  like it’s an advertisement,  he pulls it out of his backpack. i hope we die,  mary.  “  you look busted as fuck.  you should disinfect your lip.  we could do it with a kiss.  ”  

   ‘  hot and resourceful, you’re the entire package !   ’   this night just turned both great or terrible, somehow. the sight of food makes him grimace though.   ‘   no i don’t———   ’   the next comment really stops him in his tracks. alistair stares reaaaally long. then grins because he’s quite the fucking fool.   ‘   not when you’re eating that. sorry ! maybe next time ! or you can eat a mint, maybe.   ’

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  so, obviously, he’s at vic’s apartment because where else would he be ? he’s using his laptop to make homework too. sharing is caring. when the door opens, viktor only looks up when he’s near the couch.   ‘   what’s up ?   ’   he doesn’t even stop typing.

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   he’s sitting on the curb outside the most liminal space you could find at one am: a 7-eleven’s parking lot, lights buzzing and all. he’s wiping his busted lip when he looks up, immediately frowning and hiding the blood, though it was kind of smeared already.   ‘   ...what?   ’

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ireumi-jungkook‌:

        ‘  smart  ?  don’t give me so much credit  !  i’m pretty stupid,  actually.  stupid enough not to care if i get into some trouble because of all this.  ’  that is to say,  simply out of spite,  he’s more than willing to do something he won’t regret.  he eyes the other’s pocket,  letting out an impressed little whistle,  sharp and long.  ‘  prepared for anything,  i see.  you’re more interesting than i thought.  ’  as if that could stop him.  is it overconfidence  ?  if he dies right here tonight,  it isn’t as though he would care.  he takes a step forward,  toothy grin tiptoeing across his face,  filled to the brim with emotions that he can’t seem to control.  excitement  ?  this guy looks promising.  ‘  quiet about what  ? i don’t have much to hide.  don’t tell me  ….  you’re hiding something interesting too  ?  tell you what.  i’ll leave you alone if you tell me something fun.  what are you doing here so late at night,  darling  ?   ’

   at that, he glances at him and raises a brow. certainly, he was a threat, but alistair has come across those many times before, so he huffs a chuckle and shakes his head when he realized vic had noticed the weapon concealed.   ‘   i’m just not stupid.   ’   this duality was extremely strange and off putting. despite the differences, they met somewhere along the lines.   ‘   don’t make me spell it out to you.   ’   it’s more of an excuse to give him time to process that tonight wasn’t, in fact, a dream. the cold air nips at his cheeks as a reminder, but he pays no mind.   ‘   the same as you, probably. taking a stroll at midnight.   ’   his eyes roll.   ‘   you’re free to correct me if i’m wrong, though ! what’s keeping you in the streets babe ?  ’

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ireumi-jungkook‌:

       ‘   oh,   no,   please   —–  be my guest.  don’t let me stop you,  sweetheart.   ’   he’s betting on this guy pissing him off in a little anyways.  it’ll give him a reason and justification to get his hands dirty,  so he looks especially pleased,  considering this guy is already getting on his nerves.  at the compliment,  however,  he pauses altogether,  brow furrowing,  before erupting into a loud and ugly laugh.  vic leans back onto his chair,  far too comfortable.  ‘  you had to know my criticism wouldn’t be constructed,  but i’ll humour you.  it was mediocre at best,  heartbreaker.  i only gagged a little bit though,  so maybe you’re on the right track  !  ♡   ’

   ‘   that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, you really must be in a great mood !   ’   not like they’ve talked outside debates more than a couple times, usually just limiting to eye contact.   ‘   let’s take it easy. we’re not debating so it’s not like we’re rivals right now.   ’  alistair shrugs, but knows neither he or vic will drop their guards down. he’s fine with that.   ‘   so, if i invite you for coffee, you don’t have to think it’s ‘cause i’m trying anything shady on you !   ’   was he flirting ? he doesn’t know. he just calls it fun !

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ireumi-jungkook‌:

       ‘  you again  ?  ’  now that … that,  is suspicious to him.  it leaves him feeling especially cautious,  but not enough to stay away.  so he’s across the alley in a second flat,  fingers itching to grab onto him.  but he’ll save it.  at least for now.  it’s not paranoia if it’s valid,   right  ?  it’s the second time he’s seen this bastard in one day,  and his hands are twitching.  ‘  aw  …  babe.  i’m hot enough to follow in the middle of the night  ?  i’m flattered.  ’  but now,  his eyes narrow,  and the lilt in his tone deepens,  rough and seedy with budding antipathy.  ‘  give me a reason not to knock you out.  and be creative.  nothing boring like i’ll tell someone, or  i’ll get you kicked out of school  —  i’ve heard those before.  i know you’re smart.’

  ‘   don’t look so happy.   ’   his hands are on his coat’s pockets, fiddling with a dagger as he always does at night when he’s in this part of the city. a small precaution. alistair fits the setting in an odd way, a way that shouldn’t come to be.   ‘   you’re reading me like a book !   ’   still walking, he now faces looks ahead with a grin that’s playfully serene despite the tension growing on his muscles. he shouldn’t speak too loudly now.    ‘   sure: you’re smarter than that. don’t try anything. you’re not the only one that’s done this before. so let’s make a deal out of this, okay ? i keep quiet, you keep quiet, and things remain the same. we both win in the end.   ’

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ireumi-jungkook‌:

      “  you’re lucky i’m in a good mood.  ”  because otherwise,  that look he’s being given  —-  it would have been given back,  threefold,  along with a fist.  he knows what he is.  he knows that the scrutiny he gets is a given,  with his attitude  ——– and that’s exactly why it pisses him off.  “  if i said no,  you wouldn’t listen anyways,  huh  ?  hah.  whatever.  sure.  knock yourself out.  and thanks for the compliment,  even if it was half-assed as hell.   wanna try again  ?  little more feeling this time  —-  you sound like a robot.  ”

   ‘   i can go if you want me to, you know,   ’   sighing a chuckle, the chair has an ugly creak he doesn’t avoid to stop and sits down.   ‘   okay. here i go. you’re as hot as your temper.   ’   sipping on his terribly sweet coffee, he leans his chin on one of his palms. watches him intently, but not for long. he cracks a smile because he, too, is in a good mood !    ‘   how did i do ? am i too rusty ? don’t hold back ! i��m open to criticism. but let’s keep it constructive.   ’

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   ‘   good job back there. you’re better than you look,   ’   in retrospective, he didn’t mean for that to seem so backhanded. maybe it’s because he’s absentminded today— this guy has... a look to him. one he can feel he’s seen, but also likely hasn’t.    ‘   can i sit here ?   ’

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ireumi-jungkook:

she takes off her jacket,  leaving his smoothie on the counter and  —  alright,  maybe she also got him a wrap cause he seemed hungry.  so that’s on the counter,  too.  “  you’re lucky i didn’t abandon your smoothie,  you loser.  ”  she pauses altogether at the mention of crocs and gives him a long once over,  incredulously,  before laughing a little too loudly.  not very unladylike…oops.  she’s covering her mouth.  “  i’d say no one would take fashion advice from someone wearing crocs but …  you’re an exception.  she probably thought you were handsome.  ”

   he sticks his tongue at her before sipping on his smoothie, smiling when she bursts laughing. if he’s gotta make a fool out of himself just to hear that, well, he’d do it in a hearbeat? “ this is where you tell me i’m wrong and that crocs are fashionable and that i’m making a statement wearing them in public. she did tell me i’m handsome, but said my hair looked tragically damaged. who does she think she is! i know i went a little overboard with the blonde but does my hair really look that fried to you? ” there he goes, having his next crisis and taking a bite out of his wrap.

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ireumi-jungkook:

he pretended to trip and hurt his leg so that eric would bring him home and also let him lean against him while they walked together.  he has an excuse to put his arm around the other’s shoulder and,  unsurprisingly,  james is pretty shameless as he grins because of it.  “  thanks,  prince charming.  soooo glad i ditched my party tonight to hang out with you instead.  ”  it seems like sarcasm,  since he got hurt because of it,  but he wouldn’t trade this for anything.

   “ i save your life yet again, ” he’s so fake and useless, please validate him. eric did feel a little worried though, hence why he didn’t think twice and helped james to the couch once they arrived, even if the asshole was just grinning the entire way home. “ and here i am, yet again, wasting a night of youth? spending it with you of all people? ” yeah he’s dramatic as fuck. he sits james down but remains standing. “ i’m still gonna get drunk tonight, even if i have to finish up all your wine. i feel like having something classy. ”

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   “ i can’t believe you’d leave me alone with the boutique for more than ten minutes! ” she literally just went out to buy lunch for both of them and, upon her arrival, jaeil was having a breakdown, unsurprisingly. “ i had to help this lady pick a dress. i’m wearing crocs. who’d take any fashion advice from someone wearing crocs. i was hoping i’d stay behind the counter but she really made me help her. on my crocs. ” yeah. we get it. “ did you get my strawberry smoothie though? ”

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ireumi-jungkook:

he had a scarf on,  and now it’s covering his whole face.  the only thing you can see are his eyes…wide and angry.  except,  he’s not really angry but he’s pretending to be.  he is disgusted though.  that part is real.  and you know…it only gets worse after the other wipes that on his shirt.  it’s like he’s been burned,  cause he really,  genuinely,  teared his shirt off.  he’s a man in his pants and a scarf.  nothing else.  oh,  god.  jin is moving closer and oliver is getting progressively more…let’s say mad.  nothing else,  just mad.  (  fuck off.  )

‘  shut up,  you freak!  can’t a guy like falling asleep next to his friend  ?  that is until you ruined it!! screw you! i’d rather die than date you or sleep in the same bed!!! you’d probably drool in my hair.  back off  —  i have pepperspray!  ’

   it’s so funny, seeing only oliver’s round eyes and eyebrows frown like that. but, for once, jin gasps when he fucking. takes his shirt off. what the fuck. did this guy live in the gym? jin places a hand over his mouth and whispers holy shit. 

   “ you’ve slept in the same couch with me, it won’t kill you! ” he’s really grinning from ear to ear. he actually enjoys teasing ollie the most, oh my god. “ you wouldn’t do that to your friend— best friend, ” clarification was needed. “ dude, by the way, since when do you got abs? ”