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@jongin k. 〈 kai "I don't talk to my left hand at night, you must be mistaking me with someone." He may be crazy, but he didn't talk to himself ...

Most of the time.

There were few moments in his life where he'd been frozen in time it seemed, forgetting all memories prior to that particular incident, only watching from an out of body experience. That's what it felt like now. Jongin's voice ringing out in his ears like a muffled record, scratching his ear drum and making it run red. Red. Something hot and sticky was coating his eyebrows and sticking to too long lashes. He could taste the copper on his tongue, metallic and so unwanted. What was it? As toffee eyes blink to rid themselves of the liquid, that's when realization hits him. A rock held high by the man he was just trying to push.

Pushing too far.

The animalistic look in his eye and the sticky sensation running from his head. It was blood. It was his blood.

There was an intense burning as his vision clouds with black along the edges, hand coming up to press against matted hair and shield himself from the second attack. He couldn't speak - the startled scream that slips past lips is gargled and muffled, please being lost as metal liquid hits his tongue and coats his throat. V was gone at the most inconvenient times, and Taehyung was brought back into existance with an aching head and a heavy heart.

"W-what the ?!" His feet trip over themselves as he stumbles back, falling back and rolling. Shirt catching on the ground and exposing skin that was lightly scarred up his back, fresh, superficial wounds scraping along the skin as it touches the ground. The tumble has him just nearly missing the second hit, but as he sits back on his bottom, dirt sticking to blood covered palms, he finds himself wondering. Wondering why he decided to do this again. Why was he so incompetent?! Why did he have such poor impulse control - everyone here had secrets, even him. But V had gone to far, that evil little man inside of him pushing and pushing until he ended up hurt.

Like this.

.. Again.. And god, did he deserve it.


[ sorry its so short ;; ]

@jongin k. 〈 kai It was funny how different he was with certain emotions, how when he was /reckless/ and flaunting himself in front of something with a dangerous hint towards him, he flocked towards it. Even when he was asleep, landing him in this place right now -- but Kai .. That dangerous look .. Permeating from golden skin that glowed so lovely in the sun, hair standing on edge like a cat, words having that menacing hiss but no bite. He wanted that bite. Especially if he think he needed it - and boy did he need it. Needed that reminder that he wasn't much of anything, that he couldn't stare. That he wasn't allowed to look at the boys that were around him, flocking to him and his smiles but never there when he was saddened - except .. That one ... He wouldn't speak his name, the boy's affection written close to his heart. His favorite person.

Poor soul, whoever that was.

Kai though .. Death playing with Taehyung's fingertips as he walks forward, the pads of his fingers pressing delicate percussion to his thighs. "The chicken of the sea, a la Kai," He quips, slowing his pace as he practically slinks around the other. Everything about him was so off, from the lilt in his voice to the tilt in his head. The bounce in his step and even the look in his eyes -- his eyes .. were they actually shaking? If they were, the look was gone, replaced with a shining smile and scrunched eyes. "I have no price tag! You can't get rid of me; you have to pinch yourself over and over to get out of the Living Dream of V." Two fingers come up in a 'v', a hauty pout on his lips as eyebrows lift and he looks towards the sunset. The reaction king.

The idiot.

The joker ..

His expression drops like a dime, hands coming to clasp in front of his abdomen, resting against the soft cotton as he leans towards Kai. "Why would you ever want to get rid of me? What makes you dislike me so much?" It was the closest he'd been to someone without stuttering or feeling scared. That /need to know/ itch in his very Soul rising above everything else. That monster inside .. Kim Taehyung was trapped under ice, the ice known as V, cold and drowning and desperately trying to break the surface as his counterpart rules his life in ways that he didn't want. He would've stayed away from Kai -- or .. Would he ...

It was just borderline, it wasn't multiple.

It /was/ him and that was what frightened the hidden Taehyung the most. But it was what V reveled in. Throwing his arms in the feeling and diving in head first, waiting for people to tip from the lewd comments and curses strewn from lips that curl cruelly. The demon's nails becoming his own in these moments. His demon's were V, and V's were him.

And they swam freely in his eyes now. The sun dropping behind their two forms and casting shadows that dipped low on the ground, cascading over rocks and practically chasing away wildlife. "You could be my friend, but you're too busy with your own head in your to see the perfection in our friendship." Everything was thrown to the wolves now, all thoughts that /Taehyung/ pleaded about being friends with everyone so far gone that he would have to swim to the bottom of the ocean to obtain his heart.

He was going to end up like Jack; cold, alone, shoved off the door frame because there was never enough room for him in someone else's life.

@jongin k. There were these people that you didn't want to get involved with. People that had people and those people had connections, connections that Taehyung was all so familiar with in the wrong sense. But did he care? There was a part of him that didn't. That thrived on that thrill of needing to go that extra distance to put himself on the line, sticking his neck out in more ways than the literal sense, living on the edges of danger like it was the railing of a bridge he so stupidly decided he was going to balance on. Arms held wide at sides and tipping at the waist, over and over, leg flailing in a useless fashion. Hah.

It was how it was with Kai. Constantly seeing the man around, always living on the edges of his peripheral vision, but .. Why did he seem to grimace each time Taehyung smiled? Was it because he could see the sometimes fake qualities that shone bright on his teeth? Perhaps the way his eyes crinkled? Simply too bright? It never crossed his mind that he was an annoying little // at times, so he didn't even take that into account. But that danger lingering in Jongin's eyes like a tiger hidden betwix leaves, sunlight only catching on dark stripes that ran down his very being... Kai was a feral cat, and V was dangling himself in front of him like a tasty meal.

In which sense? He didn't know.

It was why he found himself constantly batting his lashes in Kai's direction, aiming honey tinted orbs over his way and catching his eyes more often than not, that boxy grin pushing, scrunching his face up and making it almost /too/ bright for anyone to look at.

It was why he found himself barrelling at the other. The first intentions were from the want to fling himself off the cliff, reckless abandon as he plunged to his doom, only to be caught by the clear waters at the bottom of the cliff and feel the icy embrace sooth his muscles and his fluttering heart. Kai was just the bonus. And he felt especially destructive today, feet giving little hops as he skids to a stop, bouncing on his heels in front of him and even though he told him to go home, V still stayed. His hands going behind his back, fingers gently gripping the hem of his tank top as it billows against his form. It was pretty up here. It was almost pretty enough to distract him entirely.

Almost.

Suspcious looking eyes fall on Kai as feet bring him forward, a small hop in his step as he grazes around the edge of him, eyes raking up and down his being and that smile dropping into a small, near cocky, grin. Coral lips pulled softly against pearly whites that were barely peeking out from underneath. --

Hag?

Did he hear him right?

"Well, only if they're insulting. C'mon, Kai, I thought we were pretty cool." He dares to sling his arm around his shoulder, but he doesn't. He didn't want to get punched in the stomach, didn't want to feel the pain blooming in his abdomen as bruises form just underneath the surface -- or .. Did he? "But, I was gonnnaaa come here on my own. And then you came along! It's, like, fate, or something." His words are full of fillers, uh's and like's spilling from his lips like he lacked the basic dictionary, his accent full of letters being dropped and words being too elongated, voice ever so hoarse and rough, but natural.

"We can jump and go swimming together! Wouldn't like be fun? Uh? Huh?" He nudges him with his elbow, stepping over that boundary line just a smidgen. He could feel himself tipping over that boundary line, teetering to the wrong edge and there wasn't going to be anyone to bring him back to the safe side.

One wouldn't find many people near the edge of a cliff around 6:30 in the morning, but today he came here to enjoy a nice breakfast in solitude as he watches the sun rise. Makes mornings eventful and it reminds him of better days... The sun isn't up yet, sky still carried most of it's purple and deep blue hues, but an orange-ish tinge slowly began to bloom into view and a yawn stretches his mouth into a smile. He believes this is somewhere between what they called nautical and civil dawn.

It's calm and it's quiet at this hour, nothing but the sound of waves, his heartbeat, and a faint breeze tickling his eardrums. He attempted to dress warm for the occasion, but not even the two blankets and two coats could keep him from the cold. His thermal underpants and sweatpants help to retain some of his body heat, but the chill of the winter wind manages to slip through and numb his legs some. A necessary sacrifice to keep the more precious organs warm.

Any minute now, the sun would be up. He unfurls the blankets around him and closely clutches the warm bag he had pressed to his stomach, the smell of the food he brought slithering up to his nostrils and heating him up with hunger. A cool gust of wind welcomes his newly exposed areas to the outer air.

"This weather is brutal."

He hisses, rubbing his hands together and taking a deep breath. In order to grow accustomed to the chill, he leaves his blankets open and continues the deep breaths, taking out and organizing his food to keep his body moving. Finally peeking up from the horizon is the sun, a few of its rays touching the sky. There's always something so awe inspiring about seeing such a sight so early in the cold that makes coming here all the more worth it. Something about watching the sun, holding off eating until the sun makes an appearance... something about that just makes the taste of the food worth possibly dying for.

Every morning he prepares something different for himself, something he believes suits what kind of day he will have. Today that meant toasted pecans, an orange, a breakfast sandwich, and a thermos of coffee to drink—which, in his mind, translated to a balanced day. Putting a pecan to his lips, he wishes he could share such a moment with someone. That, one day, maybe, someone will come sit with him and enjoy a nice breakfast at sunrise. But no one ever does, and probably never will. He looks at the waves and then shuts his eyes to take in the sounds and feels. He can't stop smiling. It kind of reminds him of home.

His eyes glance over the waves before shutting to let his other senses take in all the sounds and feels. It's so peaceful here, he seriously can't stop smiling. Basking in the sunlight and pulling out an old mp3 from the pocket of his breakfast bag, he gently sways to the sound of Sade from earbuds, calmly eating as people come and go the more the sun rises.

About the time he starts peeling his orange, the amount of early morning joggers and dog walkers reached its average. When he was on his last slice, regular humans here and there began to gather, hang out, stretch, do some yoga, but none ever came over or even near his general area. Part of him enjoys the privacy and alone time, but sometimes the loneliness made him hate it. Sighing away the negative thoughts, he lies down on his stomach and brings up his blankets, drifting to sleep in the tranquility of it all.

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