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♡ …Joonyoung flitted between thinking of it as a joke and studying her solemn expression. It sounded absolutely ridiculous- out of the ball park, maybe even impossible. But she wasn't joking. He could accredit that to the distinct emotion that absorbed her small body like a drop of water.

     "...And those monsters are still out there? Why didn't anyone know of it? Where the hell are they now? Tae, we need to tell someone- the government, or something."

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     and just like that, the brunette shut her eyes and remembered everything as if it was yesterday. she felt how her expression turned dull as she parted her lips to explain, this time, in a rather indifferent tone. “i was given away to an orphanage and they used us as projects. they wanted to create the perfect female. me and my sisters were all kept in a small room with beds unless it was time for language classes or music practice. we were taught a lot and— i wasn’t very good.”

"and the girls that wasn’t very good…got hit." she paused and took a deep breath. 

     ”sometimes they would lock us into the basement and starve us and other times they would just use anything painful to hit us with. i have uh— i have a few scars from a whip on my back.”

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┼

♠ …Looks like I’m yours for a week, gorgeous.

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♡…Child support. You fucked up, man. Either way I still expect the money.

Yep, regret. So much of it.

♡…The least you can do is be grateful and pay child support.

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Yep, regret. So much of it.

♡…The least you can do is be grateful and pay child support.

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I might regret this but...I want the K, Joonie-yo.

♡…Weird. This was weird. They were both seated on the couch, Joonyoung’s throat tightening with the sense that he might gag from a mix of embarrassment and— more embarrassment. Stuffing the slip of paper with the number 10 into his pocket, he grumbled and inched closer on his butt.

     "Open your mouth." He commanded. When Ravi complied, his eyes grew dark and lower lip pushed out in annoyance, bringing a hand up and lightly smacking the side of his jaw.

     "Not that wide." Joonyoung rubbed his nose with the back of his wrist and stared at the gaping mouth before him. Weird. Regardless, he moved forward, the heat from Ravi’s face acting as a final warning, but he ignored it. His nose was pressed against the male’s cheek, jaw slacked after the initial kiss to keep Wonshik’s mouth open and easily accessible, pushing his tongue forward.

     He wasn’t expecting the muscle to be so wet. He grunted and pulled back, covering his face with his hands and flinging himself back against the cushion. His skin burned with so much embarrassment that he thought he’d die.

     "Ahhhghh-" a strained noise left his throat as he forced himself back into a seated position, eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, and a simply pathetic look covering his features. He knew he couldn’t exactly puss out, so he grabbed Ravi’s chin and repeated the first action, pressing his tongue forward and trying for a second time. The tip of the warm muscle circled, a small amount of spit pouring against both of their lips from the concentration of movement, Joonyoung’s eyelids forced shut.

     The spelling amounted to a single cluster.

     좆.

     Once it was done, he pulled back and let out a deep breath, wiping the spit from his mouth with the arm of his sleeve.

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse.

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♡ …"How can I forget? And I was right. It was like a horse."

☣ {spits water everywhere} You shOULD FORGET THAT EVER HAPPENED-

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                                               My life is a shadow…

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First person to put a ┼ in my inbox gets to be my boyfriend/girlfriend for a week.

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♢ ...Hyunseung took notice of his inverted actions, a slightly toothier grin framing his cheeks as he nodded and bowed, straightening a few moments later.

     "You as well...Jang Hyunseung."

YES HELLO TO YOU TOO. [ `Coughs.] I'm not a dork, I swear.

♢ …”You look like…” He squinted and dragged his tongue over the edge of his teeth before letting out a small laugh.

     "The fact that you brought it up makes me jump straight to the conclusion that you are, in fact, a dork. But that’s okay. Dorks are nice."

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♡ …Joonyoung's brows knitted at her sudden mantra, the playful glint in his eyes slowly fading. The next thing he knew, she was listing off something about projects and siblings and complicated speech that wasn't normally their point of conversation. He wondered if she was playing a joke, but she wasn't very good at hiding her laughter or amusement when it came to pranking him. 

     "What do you mean by project number?" His eyes had centered on her with concern.

     "I have all night. Tell me."

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     she couldn’t help but laugh at the silliness in his voice and actions. it’d be quite funny to her if she turned out to be the father of someone, even more hilarious since it’s genetically impossible. without taking the conversation further, she only allows the laugh to be her reply. however, the new topic isn’t really amusing. 

     staring down at her own wrist, she reaches out to trace the numbers, mumbling them silently to herself over and over again. if those numbers would ever be erased, she would be both happy and sad. after all, they linked her to her childhood. 0814. that was her identity. 

     ”it’s— i didn’t get it because i wanted to. it’s my case number, joonyoung.” pausing, she looks back and forth from the numbers to her friend. most of the time, she’d avoid this topic but it’s time someone get to know.

     ”back in japan— i was project number 0814 and my sisters were 0815 to 0824. we were the generation born 1989. it’s a long story—”

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"How'd we get in this mess?"

♢ …Hyunseung’s fingers were curved against the junction that connected the back of his head and neck. His almond brown eyes were fixated on the bag of flour that littered every counter, floor tile, and crevice available in the small kitchen. Both were slumped in defeat, baking powder and bits of dough clinging to their skin and clothing.

     "It could have been the fact that we bought an opened bag of flour. Or the part where it was held upside down. Or even—"

     "Don’t." She whimpered, nudging his side with her elbow. Hyunseung moved to tug at the bags beneath his eyes but ended up streaking his cheeks with the white powder, letting out a small groan.

     "I’ll get a broom."

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YES HELLO TO YOU TOO. [ `Coughs.] I'm not a dork, I swear.

♢ …”You look like…” He squinted and dragged his tongue over the edge of his teeth before letting out a small laugh.

     "The fact that you brought it up makes me jump straight to the conclusion that you are, in fact, a dork. But that’s okay. Dorks are nice."

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You losers thought I was joking.

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♣ …Joon had left his clothes by the car, not even thinking of the repercussion in the midst of his excitement. He saw a stream, his body was so damp from sweat that his shirt was sticky anyway, and the muggy heat made him want to rip his own skin off. Of course, the sound of running water had drawn him in like a moth to the flame. A half hour or so of comfortable bathing had revamped his energy, and finally, he was ready to get out.

     Water dripped from his limbs and dirt clung to his bare feet as he quickly brushed past trees and shrubs in the direction of where he’d parked. It was a pull off- so there were a few other empty spaces. When it came into view it looked clear. Joon let out a loud puff of air as he came to a stop in front of the vehicle, breath slightly tampered from jogging. He pulled his shirt over his head and turned to worm through more easily, his entire frame nearly turning to stone when, through the small head hole, he spotted a beautiful girl with full, parted lips and long blonde hair staring straight at him— or so he assumed, since they were hidden by a pair of sunglasses.

     "Oh, f— fuck," He stuttered, quickly pulling the shirt down and grabbing his jeans to cover his junk. Embarrassment was evident as he bowed in apology.

     "Hah, ha…those streams, you know? The current washed my boxers away." He glanced toward the hood of the car where the red undergarments sat and snatched them, hiding them behind his back.