★ㅤhotel。

@ⓒ boran j。 /he still has it in him, the fire in his heart, and that ache in his loins. many, many days, many nights, jimin witnessed that look on boran's face, and he can't help but feel happy about it. proud, even. but his achievements, they leave him dumbfounded./ you- boran, that's great! /he's happy for him, grinning brightly, and reaching out to take his hands./
that's amazing - really. i'm proud of you

@ⓘ jimin p。 yeah all the times it was bent over begging for me /he whispered under his breath and honey sweet memories. he could feel a throb in his pelvis at thought of other's cream covered entrance--he dug his nails into his flesh, cursing himself for such a thought before he was taken back by jimin's inquiry/ wow--um my parents owned a line of hotels, but this one isn't mine. i'm here for a gala for a fashion magazine. making connections. i have my newest line coming out in the winter./ he grinned as he glanced toward his feet/ yeah--i actually amounted to something. took me a bit after you left, but figured it out and got good at it too.

@ⓒ boran j。 /he feels like how he first did, when he was blindsided with good looks, and hit with that sharp tongue. his lips puff out into a frown, but he looks more like a petulent child than anything. his fingers shove into his pockets, pouting with such ferocity./ considering how many times you saw it, you better be able to. /and then, it hits him.../
how can you afford a place like this? what- are you doing?

@ⓘ jimin p。 /he could feel his spirits deflates at jimin's response. boran responded with a faint smile as sorrow took his irises--recalling what they once were and the realization that they were no longer that. how long it had been since the days of their reign as king and queen. while he wasn't delighted with jimin's response, he had attempted to maintain his free spirit even after he lost his perfect reality/ damn--still cold as ever. me recognizing you from just the curvature of the --i'd say that's quite romantic. how many do you know that have those talents? i'd say i'm quite something. i'm quite impressed with myself.

@ⓒ boran j。 /'turn around'? was this some kind of lost love drama? jimin stares at his phone, confusion plain on his features, before slowly turning. what in the world - and then, he was there. there was no one emotion to describe what he felt. confusion? fear? excitement? a bit of anger, and a sprinkle of nostalgia. it hit him like a truck. jimin stares, dumbfounded, up to the man with less baby fat than he remembers, with sunglasses, and the hint of a shadow across his jaw, and upper lip./
... this is .. creepy

@ⓘ jimin p。 / he could see Him and he knew it was him because he pulled out his phone--slightly off cue, but he knew that body. he gazed down at his own screen in anticipation of the other's response or at least he hoped his former lover would respond/
[boran; 9:17pm] turn around
/a quick response before he continued against the mass of people and took his place behind him/

@ⓒ boran j。 /his eyes barely saw his phone as they wandered over the illuminated screen, having saw that Name and completely zoning out. How long has it been? His fingers along the text bubble, debating between left, and right; does he delete it, or reply? ... his finger moves to the right, and it opens to a message screen that throws him back into the days of college./
[jimin; 9:16pm] hotel in seoul. here for business.
/short and sweet, is how he likes it, when he's unsure, and wondering. why now? why when he was back in their home? why,/

thank you/ he grinned at the young female with a champagne glass in hand as she showered him compliments, gushing about his latest gown. his attention was drawn away by a familiar curvature. he furrowed his brows as he leaned back to get a better view. he pulled out his phone, scrolling down to jimin's number--one that he had contacted in a while, merely stared at in longing/
[boran; 9:12pm] where are you right now?
/he excused himself from the female and maneuvered around the maze of bodies/

@ⓝ jisung k。 () e v e

"Didn't you finish editing this an hour ago?" A raise of the brow, as the amusement, summoned by hearing his own hushed voice resonate ever so quietly within the hotel room, portrays itself upon his mouth in the form of a languid smirk once he approaches the latter from behind, hands descending upon the leather armrests. Minseok then leans over in order to observe the screen where his own audacious sin unravels over and over again, whereas the remnants of a pleasant shower, now mere cold droplets upon golden flesh, rivulet down his bare collarbones, scintillating ever so faintly beneath the onslaught of the light the monitor emits, ". . .Lookin' good. I seriously owe you, Jisung," Gratitude soon befalls those sweet, drawn out laces of amorphous cancer he has helped himself to after purloining the cigar out of Jisung's hold, lungs already desperate to be woven with airborne nicotine, "Could've bent you over, but I did promise Jagang not to anyone on a tape without his permission, especially when he's out of town. So," Minseok's guttural timbre drifts off and lets comfortable silence reign as he inhales a deep chestful, before dipping his frame lower, continuing to tower above Jisung even then. His mouth hovers right above the boy's, scrumptious crevices barely brushing against each other, and he's taunting. Were he to initiate a lazy liplock, Minseok could easily conquer Jisung's pretty mouth without much effort due to the angle-- he's sure they both know that. Leaden flames flow from within the inferno of his mouth in the mean time; an offered breath for the ink embroidered darling to feast upon.

@ⓘ minseok k。❝ming [] I just wrote this when I woke up. um this could just exist or maybe we could use this as our starter. Maybe we can continue with a text from Seok? Maybe Kiji is their cameraman at times--

An incessant high pitched tone was constantly present to his silver embellished ear. Languid fingers directed the mouse over scarlet debauchery upon his screen. With a lewd simper upon his lips, he fell back into the aged, tattered leather of the chair before lifting his ill fated hand to his swollen lips to take a long draw of nicotine, his beloved bane. His opposite hand aimlessly drifted about the screen before making a selection, projecting the lecherous bodies. As the dulcet moans kissed the cusp of his ear, he craned his neck back to release the white fumes to the dimmed room; through the chalky miasma, his irises fixated upon the lovely harlot once again.

@ⓟ jungeun k。 each benign touch elicited and introverted moan of gluttony, a burning sensation laying in wake of the woman's slender tactile members; the woman's tantalizing tone causing an array of shivers to engulf her flesh. "I'm yours.." sultry words spilled from her plump tiers, her body trembling as every curvature of her being was revealed.

✔ — ᴏᴘᴇɴ。