#heists:start

[devrghoul]

       home. he’s returned. although hes not quite with his grandparents- theres comfort being under the same stars.

those thoughts prevailed. clouding the freedom hes rewarded and he decides to escape from the mischief that was becoming. additionally, he had enough of its drinks. consuming more than he could handle ( but when people yell shots, which poor bum could reject ) huan desired isolation. which skips to the current time- and why he’s walking up a flight of suspicious stairs. the male notices the bold labels. ‘ trespass. off-limits. ’ all mere signs that do nothing more than encourage him. & when he’s faced with two large doors, a lock between them, a scoff spills his lips.

unfortunate for them. the male digs in his sweater pockets, pulling out a small metal rod thats connected to his lanyard of keys. it takes more time that he would like to admit- but that was reasonable for such a luxurious place. plus ... he’s somewhat drunk and thats his justified excuse, okay. though finally there’s a click. & huan doesn’t wait as he pulls open the doors, revealing the hotel’s rooftop. just what he wanted.

open starter.

[mocnkyu]

he’d been stood at their bedroom door, one hand holding a basket full of food, the other knocking on the door a few times before restlessly messing with the hem of his shirt. he’d always been not that great when it came to interacting with people, but just showing up to one of his fellow crew member's doors unannounced — it made his nerves even worse than they usually were. the second the other opened the door, though, there’s a smile that pulls onto the edges of moonkyu's lips. “i- uh.. i know this m-might be a little bit of a surprise.” he starts out, running a hand through blue-tinted locks. ( a nervous habit he’d had ever since childhood. ) “and i’m sorry if i interrupted anything. i made dinner and i ended up making way too much for just me to eat so i was wondering if you’d be i-interested?” the male continues, holding up the basket. “there’s fresh bread, h-handmade noodles. separate containers of red sauce and white sauce, i c-couldn’t decide what i wanted.. so i made both. and there’s some fresh parmesan and garlic butter in here too, for the b-bread. or for w-whatever you want it to be for. t-there's also some red w-wine that's supposed to p-pair nice with both kinds of s-sauce.” he murmurs out, brows raising in anticipation. "f-figured we could have a p-picnic outside on the lawn?"

[chaoticarus-blog]

          a  shirtless  joonhyuk  was  hunched  over  the  sink  in  his  hotel  room  while  staring  at  his  reflection,  drops  of  water  running  down  chiseled  cheeks  before  landing  in  the  basin  with  a  small  splash.  he  doesn’t  want  to  go  to  this  thing  —  he  really,  really  doesn’t.  unfortunately,  he  knew  if  he  failed  to  make  an  appearance  then  at  least  one  of  the  other  members  would  come  fetch  him  sooner  or  later.  the  sound  of  a  knock  confirming  this  suspicion  but  not  without  a  small  huff  of  annoyance  from  the  raven  haired  male.  he  must  not  have  been  moving  fast  enough  as  said  person  proceeded  to  knock  three  more  times  in  a  quicker  manner.    ❛  calm  down,  ❜    he  calls  out  before  reluctantly  unlatching  the  door,   ❛  i’m  not  finished  getting  ready.  ❜

[adrcnalines]

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[astericsk]

open starter !

he forgot. he’s been so caught up in work stuff, in uni stuff, in life that he completely forgot that he’d run out of pills, used up his prescription and missed a few days. which would be fine — except he’s out, in the middle of the damn city, and his stash of ibuprofen is sitting in his bedside drawer — that is, if someone hasn’t stolen it. it’s only a dull pain, could easily be passed off as an ache, but he knows. he knows, and he knows why, and he can’t believe that he was so damn stupid as to think it would be fine. it’s never fine.

he doesn’t want to ask for help. doesn’t want to share this particular problem with anyone. wants to curl up into a ball and hide away from the world — but he can’t, because he’s currently standing in the middle of harajuku with only a nearly-dead phone, three thousand yen in cash and sixty-three yen on his suica.

“ shit– ” he mumbles, stepping out of the main path and into a quiet side street where he can take stock of his situation. “ why can’t my fucking body just not be a pathetic piece of shit and fucking respond to the fucking hormones like it’s supposed to. ” he hears footsteps, and instinctively shrinks in on himself. “ go away– ” he mutters, voice cracking ever so slightly. but low, at least, he thinks. his voice is the one thing he can always trust to be what he wants. “ i– i’m fine. ” it lacks conviction, lacks anything that suggests he’s not lying to both them and himself.

[adrcnalines]

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