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Zico sat his paint can down on the ground, coming up behind Kyung. He grinned softly at the wild marks that covered the other male's side of the wall. He tugged his bandanna down, resting his hands on Kyung's shoulders as he chuckled. "A writer, eh? Channel how you feel when you write, into the picture. Use the paint can as your pen, and the wall as your paper. Imagine the emotions that you feel just as the ones written.

"Give your words representation." He slid his hand down the other male's arm,wrapping his hand around the other's and holding the paint can up. He pressed down and let the paint flow out, demonstrating the feel of how to make the strokes.

"Subconsciously, your brain paints a picture of the things you describe in your writing, no? Tap into that, let it out. Set it free." He whispered, his lips not far from the man's ear. Though his intentions werent of malice or sexual, they were sincere. 

Clumsy || Zikyung

Kyung silently admired the pictures of Zico’s street art, amazed at how talented the other was, flipping through the pages of the book. Every piece of art seemed to house different emotions and Kyung looked up at Zico, curious as to what he was feeling as he stood there, bandana leaving his expression a mystery. Kyung sat the book down and wrapped the other bandana around his nose and mouth, securing it tightly at the back of his head.

As Zico began spraying paint on the wall, Kyung watched with wide eyes, shaking the spray can in his own hand. Was he really going to do this? He swallowed hard and stepped closer to the wall, following Zico’s cue, leaving large sloppy strokes on the brick. There was no method to the art he was creating, but the adrenaline pumped through his body, and that felt good. A laugh escaped him as he looked over what he was doing, the colorful mess growing in front of him.

“I’m not thinking, like you said,” Kyung began, a laugh escaping him at the sight of his own work. “But, this is absolutely horrific. I’m a writer. I’ve never been good at visual art. How do you do that?” he pointed at the area that Zico was painting.

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Zico nodded. Street art. It was his specialty. The thrill always drew out his inspiration better. He reached down into his bag, pulling out a small book. Inside contained picture of some of his walls he had tagged in the last few years. Some of them were photos taken by authorities as evidence, while others were special pieces he decided to keep.

Each canvas was an enigma of whimsy color. They were things that would make you think, mysterious, but in their own way uniquely beautiful. It was a lot of abstract art, but with real things tied into it. you could tell there was a lot of emotion, contrasts with some pictures light and very whimsical, while others very dark and cynical. 

He handed the book to Kyung, looking at the wall. "Iv'e never actually painted with someone, so you should be honored." He said lightly, his smile still playful, but sincere. He winked at the other and began to create, spraying the paint out in swift large strokes. He stopped, dropping down his bandanna for a moment and looked at Kyung. 

"Don't think too much about it, just let it come to you. Let your emotions just kind of...leak out and run free." 

Clumsy || Zikyung

Alcohol made coordination difficult and Kyung stumbled after Zico across the street and down to a place that he had never been. He tried to remember all of the small landmarks, a specific tree, a large rock, a patch of grass shaped like Africa, but as soon as it left his vision, he forgot it completely. He couldn’t make it back up that path even if his life depended on it. The male leading him was confident in where he was going, so Kyung watched his steps and put his faith in the other’s navigation skills.

“Art? I’ve never been really good at it, I gue—” Kyung was confused at the question, until he looked up from the feet stopping in front of him to see the brick wall in front of the two of them. His jaw dropped slightly and he tilted his head. “Do you mean like…street art?” This was a new thing. He had never done an illegal thing in his life, aside from jaywalking and minor things that everybody did. He grabbed the water that was handed to him and he took a sip, savoring the flavorless liquid. He had consumed nothing but alcohol for the past few hours and neglected keeping his body properly hydrated. Zico seemed to be prepared for anything.

Kyung sat the water bottle on the ground and contemplated what he could possibly create. His handwriting was hardly legible. He caught the can as it was tossed to him and he studied it, still searching in the depths of his brain for some kind of artistic muse.

“What kind of stuff do you usually paint? I’m drawing a blank,” Kyung asked, almost embarrassed.

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Zico nodded, Kyun was interested. he still wasnt sure what type of assumptions the other male had made of him, but it didn't matter. He knew just the place to go. "Come on." He said, that forever playful smile still on his lips. He led the other across the street and down past all of the throbbing night club district until they reached the quit, less populated place down the Han river. Zico's steps were confident, following a path he had went down many times. A shortcut through an alley brought the two out right on the bank of the river, to the left that back of an old building, a vast expansion of brick wall. A canvas. "What do you think of art?" Zico asked as he led Kyung to the wall, dropping his bag down. Out of it, he pulled a bottle of water, it was slightly cold from being outside, but not good and cold. He held it out to Kyung, it was the best he could do right now. "For the buzz." He explained. He could tell Kyung wasn't quite as strong of a drinker.

Zico looked around, pulling out his trademark gold yellow bandanna, tying it around his neck, he pulled out a can of spray paint and tossed it to Kyung. "Use your imagination." He said, before pulling out another bandanna, a black one, and handing it to him. He pulled his own yellow cloth over his mouth and nose, picking up a can for himself.

Clumsy || Zikyung

Kyung let Zico lead him out of the club and he started to feel nervous that he was actually going somewhere with a guy that he didn’t know. As they passed the entrance doors and walked around the club, Kyung felt like his heart was attempting to abandon ship. It was beating so wildly that Kyung adjusted his breathing, from quick and short to slow and deep, to bring his nerves back to a normal state. When they reached bins in the alley, Zico pulled a bag from a hiding place and slung the bag over his back. So far, so good.

The tone of the other male’s voice was almost playful and Kyung grinned back at him in relief. His brain and everything that he thought he knew about people had lead him to a panic and he felt slightly embarrassed, putting his hands over his face to cover his blushing cheeks.

“To be honest with you, I’m not really used to having a lot of fun,” Kyung sounded muffled from speaking through his fingers and he moves his hands back down to his sides to be more audible. “I’m all yours tonight, so take me on a typical ‘Zico’ night. Whatever you do for fun, I want to do.” 

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Zico smirked, clearing his throat, sending a glance back at Jaehyo. He pursed his lips, he could get creative. He liked that, but what was taking it too far? He wasn't sure, he would have to just deal with the consequences. Zico actually payed attention in this class, he found it interesting. He smirked, Screw you, Jae.

"Well, as we all know, anti-depressants are drugs that treat clinical depression or anxiety disorders. However, they are sued for lots of other things too. Like for instances, Jaehyo's eating disorder. He binges, and binges, and he just can't help it. But now that he has the new meds, anti-depressants, it suppresses urges that relate to anxiety, much like my friend gets when he is around anyone with two legs and a bed."

The class burst out in low giggles and laughs. Oh yes Jae, I went there. He glanced back at the other, winking and giving him a wave.

r u mad yet? || Zico & Jaehyo

Jaehyo wanted to flick Zico in the face, and yell at him for being a brat. But that would mean Jaehyo would lose, which he wasn’t going to at least not so easily. He read the note scoffing. “Brat.” He mumbled to himself, no charm? Ha, Jaehyo had enough to donate and then some to spare. He leaned back in his seat for a while, and debated on his next plan of action. It had to be something to just one up the other. Something that would really push the others buttons, and when the professor chose to spoke at that moment Jaehyo did a mini fist pump under the table. 

“Now, someone explain, what anti-depressants are..?” The professor inquired and an evil smirk played across Jaehyo’s face. He coughed, “I can.” mimicking Zico’s voice perfectly. It was a skill Jaehyo had developed after hearing the other talk so much. He couldn’t help but snicker, and the teacher, looked back at Zico, “Ah, Mr. Woo please explain~” At this point Jaehyo didn’t even know how he was choking down his laughter. “Yeah Mr. Woo explain.” He whispered to the boy. 

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Zico chuckled softly, Kyung was buzzed. It's not exactly how he imagined things would go, but sometimes you just had to go with the flow. The blonde tipped the bartender and steered Kyung out of the club, his arm still draped across the back of the other male's shoulders. He glanced down at Kyung as they came out into the cool night air of the city. For some reason, he felt the other male had gotten the wrong idea about him. Oh well, that's what he gets for trying Yongguk's approach at things.

Zico picked up his bag that he always hid in the same place when he went into a club, behind the bins in the alley. His backpack was black leather, studded, and completely beat up. The once expensive gift was now frayed, paint stained in some places, and even torn. But, for Zico, wear and tear meant love. He slung the bag over his shoulder, going slack, relaxing. Even though it didn't seem like it, the blonde got a little uptight around so many people

He shot a mischievous grin down at Kyung, "Should we go do something fun?" The blonde tilts his head, his idea of fun was probably not the same as Kyung's, but it was an adventure, illegal. 

Clumsy || Zikyung

Kyung brought the glass to his lips and sipped at the drink that Zico ordered, letting the liquid slide down his throat, wincing a bit at the burning sensation. This guy really liked to drink if he could handle something like this. He closed his eyes and assessed the situation that he was in. He was drunk and he was 100% sure that his level of intoxication was exponentially higher than the male touching him, but that was trying to hide it, and doing a terrible job.

Zico moved in close to take in Kyung’s scent and whispered softly, making Kyung freeze in place momentarily at the sudden closeness. The hot breath on Kyung’s ear made him gasp and he sat his drink down, nodding in agreement. It was nighttime and there was nowhere to go, but he was interested in what the other male had in mind. There had to be more to Zico than good looks and tattoos. Just the air around him smelled of adventure and Kyung hadn’t experienced much in his life as of yet, so the thoughts of what the night might have in store were overwhelmingly exciting.

“What did you have in mind?” Kyung spoke low, trying to contain his own excitement, in Zico’s ear. “I’m down for anything right now. I think I’ve had too many tonight, Zico.”

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Zico almost lost it as Yongguk's plump lips wrapped around the head of his throbbing cock. His fingers were laced into the other's unruly blonde hair, his own blonde hair plastered to his face and pillow with sweat. He moaned out, the sound low and husky. Zico wasn't one to make loud noises, obnoxious noises, but one can't help to get carried away sometimes. A curse escaped his lips as he forced himself not to buck his hips, the more he tried, the more Yongguk was sure to tease him, something he just didn't think he could take tonight. He wanted it, and he wanted it now.

Boys Night Out || Zico and Yongguk

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"Youre kinda cute too..." Zico grinned as an after thought. Now that he thought about, there probably wasn't just one word that described Kyung, but better said in many different words. Zico always thought his good friend Yongguk was crazy, picking up random people at the bar, but Kyung was something else definitely. He draped his arm over the back of Kyung's shoulders, steadying the other man as he leaned in to speak to him. He nodded, ordering two drinks. He handed the first to Kyung and the second for himself. Zico was a good drinker, he didn't get tipsy until a good bit of alcohol was consumed. Zico could tell right away that Kyung was experiences mashed up feelings. A light bulb went off in his head as he sipped at his drink. Kyung had never thought about men in that way, it was obvious. However, Zico was different. In middle school, he was quite popular, and girls would always push themselves on him and pop up in random places, to the point where he shaved his head just to get them to leave him alone, and Zico's hair was I portent to him. His friend Yongguk was the one who introduced him to the other team, and he liked it. To him, girls were no where near as interesting as guys. He smiled, glancing over at Kyung, he said yes. He pressed his nose to the side of the other man's temple, smelling slightly - he smelt really good - and then whispered in his ear as to be heard over the booming club, "Let's get out of here then."

Clumsy || Zikyung

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Youre welcome Jae~

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A Whole New World || Zico & Mika

Cold. The wind was whipping and razor like, but the sun was warm on Zico's tanned skin. He was never the type to dress according to weather. His jeans and thin long sleeve black crew neck didn't do much against the harsh wind. His golden yellow bandanna hung around his neck up over his mouth and nose to protect his throat from the fumes, It kept his fact warm, barely. But the blonde didn't mind. Not while he was creating.

His arm made large sweeps as the paint color of choice for the moment spewed out of the can and onto the large canvas that others would call a brick wall. Today his inspiration was dark and mysterious, the hue of the art accented with several greys, reds, and blacks. It was a large scene, darkly whimsical. Zico had no idea where it had come from, it just flowed out of him.

He took a step back, pulling down the bandanna, appraising his work so far. He pulled back up the musty cloth before picking up another spray paint can and began again.

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Zico raised his eyebrows, looking over at the other. Never been on a date? Seriously? He grinned. "Well then, let me have the honors of taking you out on you first date." Zico was definitely in full flirt mode. Kyung was a mysterious, a maze he couldnt wait to unfold.

He grinned as the other talked, he wasnt really cute, he was more than that. "You look really sexy in my shirt." He muttered, almost not meaning to. He yawned and stretched his arms, "A date...you have fun. It's a way to become closer to the person youre with. You get to know what they like and don't." He nodded, dates didnt always have to be romantic and all about that type of stuff.

"But first, I need a drink." He grabbed a hold of the other's wrist, tugging him back out to the bar.

Clumsy || Zikyung

Kyung tilted his head at the suggestion. A date? Kyung had never been on a date, especially with a guy. Sure, he had thought other men were attractive, especially the one in front of him, but he had never been approached by anyone this way. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Kyung actually blushed and welcomed the advancement by the male. It was bold and maybe someone bold was what he needed in his life. He smiled at Zico and then looked to the floor to try and keep his composure.

“I’m not much of a dancer, really. I’ve also never been on a date,” Kyung confessed, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Can you believe that? I’m 20 years old and I have never been asked out. I’m being completely honest. But, I mean, we can definitely…hang out? What does a date even entail?”

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Zico smirked when he felt the paper his his head. Here it wen again. Jaehyo had always been quite an entertainment for the blonde. Since the first day in that class when they  had sat beside each other, bad idea. They instantly clicked. More like, they were two magnets, both positive and repelled each other, but that's what made their friendship and bickering good-natured. Today, Jae was being a pussy. He was sitting behind him.  It was easy for Jaehyo to throw things to Zico, but a much harder task for the returnee. The blonde male glanced down at the slip of paper and shook his head. He took his pin, writing in his very characteristic handwriting.

Is that honestly all you've got? I'd say you lost your charm..but then again you never had any to start with. ;) - Z

The letter 'Z' was signed in an intricate way, Zico had quite the penmanship. He waited until the teacher turn around, then flung the paper wad back behind his head.

r u mad yet? || Zico & Jaehyo

If there was anyone Jaehyo loved to screw around with, it was probably Woo Jiho hands down honestly. The way the two would pick at each other was as comical as watching Tom & Jerry. Somedays it’d be Jaehyo raging out against the younger boy, sometimes, even the Z himself couldn’t handle Jaehyo’s snappy comebacks, or little antics. Today in Psychology it was going to be no different. He smirked as he threw a note at the back of the blond’s head

NO ONE LIKES YOU. LOVE JAEHYO BUT NOT REALLY.

He chuckled a little, and waited for the boy to open the note, and make a face, and to respond with some smart ass remark. The thing was, if you were to see the two interact you’d think they were extremely serious, since this sort of thing was normal for the two. The object of the game, was to pretty much have the other get mad, the reward was something they both liked. Yeah, that’s right, something they could eat up while it’s hot, something their mouths could water to. Yep, the ultimate prize, food. But, today the objective was to piss not only the latter, but the psych professor off too. He smirk only grew at the thought of it.

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Yongguk wasnt only good because this was his forte, he was good because he knew exactly what made Zico tick. He knew exactly where to kiss, touch, and caress to make Zico writhe a moan.

A gasp left the blonde's lips as his friend's tongue came into contact with his hot throbbing member. "F-fuck.." He let out in a breath and his bucked his hips up. He needed so bad for Yongguk to just go for it. To go hard on him. He needed a good fuck, and the buzzing in his head made him feel like he was invincible. He wouldnt be sore in the morning his mind screamed, so just pound into me, he though.

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Zico grinned. Kyung was...interesting. He seemed like the type of person who was ready for adventure, but also a very courteous guy with a good up bringing. He smirked to himself, shaking his head. Those types of higher ups werent usually his thing, but he could tell right off the bat that Kyung was different. "Nice name." He replied, grinning wider as he noticed the other taking him in. He let out a big breath, turning around and leaning back against the sink.

"A drink? Ahh, ani." He said with his playful crooked grin. It had been awhile since he had flirted, and he was really taking interest into the other male. He seemed like one of those people who never had an awkward moment and just kept on going. He admired that. "Maybe a dance...or a date."

Clumsy || Zikyung

The bathroom mirror kept Kyung’s attention as he watched the other male shedding his wet clothes. The alcohol that was soaking into Kyung’s shirt was the last thing on his mind while his mind raced and he admired the toned arms of the other male. The tattoos and the tight fitting top were putting his nerves into overdrive. This was definitely getting his mind off of—what’s-her-face. The muffled sounds of the music went away completely as he zeroed in on his current company and hung on every word, nodding to signify that he was alive and coherent.

‘Zico. I’ll need to remember that,’ Kyung thought to himself as he slipped out of his thin v-neck shirt and into Zico’s less damp button-up. He was now covered in another male’s scent, and oddly enough, it didn’t bother him at all.

“Park Kyung,” he introduced himself. His eyes were still fixated on the bad boy next to him. Kyung had never seen a guy like this in person. His mother would be furious if she knew that he was in the same room as someone with a tattoo. He smirked at the thought and threw his own shirt in the trash. “It’s a sign. I didn’t like that shirt anyway. So, does this mean that I owe you a drink or what?”

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Zico groaned at every touch. Each time their skin pressed flush against each other, the male got even more excited. He kissed his way back up to those glorious lips, kissing Yongguk hungrily. As his hand explored the other's chest, he pulled back, laying down on the bed on his back.

He smirked challengingly at Yongguk as he writhed out of his boxers, tugging at the other to some a top him.

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It had been too long since he had been with his friend like this. With the randoms he had been with and such, none of them were as skilled as the blonde he was with right now. He let out a moan as he was pulled into Yongguk's lap, needing the friction and easily welcomed it.

His hands were tangled in the man's blonde hair, leaning against him, chest brushing against chest. Zico pulled back to kiss down to Yongguk's neck, nipping softly, when they were younger, Zico would always leave marks in places people wouldnt see, afraid his friend would get into trouble. He smirked, they were adults now, he could bite where ever he wanted.

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Zico's moans were low and husky, his hands sliding down the other's chest, feeling. He slid his hands up and over the other man's nipples, his tongue wrestling in a ferocious hot and bothered kiss. His fingers pulled at the waistband of Yongguk's boxers, he wanted, needed, to feel him. He pushed on Yongguk's chest, trying to get the message across to move to the bed. The alcohol was making his head spin, he needed a more stable place to work with.

Boys Night Out || Zico and Yongguk

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