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@minseok❦ᵐᵒʳᵒˢ he doesn’t scream, doesn’t answer to his questions, only letting himself answer to his feelings. letting the other consume him, letting the heat from his body, and the chill of the tiled wall, coerce him into this dance he knows all too well. jimin’s rebuttal is a soft kiss, languid, his hands coming up to sweetly cup the inexperienced males jaw. he tries his best, to calm him, have him come down from this teeth driven, saliva ridden, sloppiness of passion jimin rarely sees — and even more so rarely participates in, “relax,” he breathes against his lips, nose bumping along his, and even though their paces may differ, his feelings stay the same. minseok could have this quick, or slow, to his liking, but jimin’s heart would remain, still, in the midst of a teaching moment.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ the charm and attraction of the other is starkly contrasted by minseok’s own eyes with their usual opal gleam, yet there is a rush of deadly excitement lying just behind them. “what are you getting at?” he pauses, awaiting an answer as he perfects the angle of his lips compared to jimin’s, yet he exhales haughtily due to the other’s persistence in annoying him, drawing his body closer so minseok’s waist has jimin practically pinned beneath him against the tiled wall of the boys’ room. “kitten?” he repeats in question, emitting a hushed laugh just the moment before he seizes the pair of lips all for his taking, and in the midst of his fiery anger slips his hand beneath the fabric of jimin’s shirt, crescent shaped nails nearly breaking his skin at his hip as if begging jimin to scream.

@minseok❦ᵐᵒʳᵒˢ his fingers trail up the length of minseok’s arm, before coming to rest gently on his wrist. he looks him in the eye, cooing his delight at the roughhousing the other shows. the brilliance of emotion plays out in reds and pinks in the vast cocoa of his iris, playing with the gentle honey that rings his pupils. “now, is this the kind of position you wanted? i’m not sure if i’d be the perfect candidate,” he pauses, nose bumping minseok’s, his snarl playful — yet challenging. “i bite, kitten, and i’m not sure if you could handle it.” his gaze barely flickers, only looking around for yuri once, before letting his other hand come up, raising to minseok’s face, before cupping his cheek. “i don’t think you have it in you, darling boy,”

@jongin❦ᵖᵒˢᵉᶦᵈᵒⁿ Knuckles, a stark, bone white against the lightly toned melanin that stretches across her bestowed body, strain against the skin with the grip that once used to break rocks within the slightest flinch. Being reduced to nothing but this, to a beating heart and a sound, solid ... Being. Remorse from years past swamping and swarming, creating diluted phosphenes that wreak havoc with each and every blink, the squint her eyes create when she tries to focus, tries to push past the swarming sea of a headache creating light streams that hinder her vision thus far. The tap runs, and her head hangs, complete, noisy silence falling on her shoulders with a heavy burden. Her lips tremble, the once powerful goddess, 'wife' of Hades, left nothing but a shell of a mortal. With a lifeline that could be cut at any moment, and put at the mercy of the Titans once more.

Her stomach churns in distaste once more. Ever since the conversations before, bringing up Z-- Mingyu, bringing up the past that she once used to roll her eyes at, and bat the talk away, now hitting her like a truck. Making this disgust take hold of her like rigor mortis' victim. Sana. Sana is her name now. She repeats to herself with a trembled whisper, her smile barely reaching her eyes, despite the force put behind it. Smile, happy, everything is fine. She feels like those she once used to take pity on, sometimes near jokingly, in the sea of souls. Degrading their 'torture', and never understanding until she talks a walk in their shoes.

And gods, do their shoes hurt.

She feels the blisters of boisterous discontent ripping her skin, tearing into the soles of her feet like they were the soul to her life. Feels the trembling goose flesh of fear pimple across her spine with an icy touch, creeping up the discs of her spine, using each space as a ladder until the fear wraps its deathly cold fingers around her neck and threatens to choke her.

She'd never felt such fear looking at Poseidon before. Looking at Jongin before. Challenging him with a furrowed brow, and a strong tone, when all inside, now, she feels the looming sense of dread, coming around once more to rear its ugly head. The paralyzing gaze he had held when he'd jokingly brushed her off, more fearful than Medusa's. Sana shakes her head, the golden locks sticking to her slightly clammy, sweaty cheeks, and forehead. Her hands cup the cooling water that's been running for .. gods known how long now, and she splashes her face, letting it wash away whatever feelings it could. She gulps, fingertips pressing against her eyes, attempting to gentle push the phosphenes away, but only creating spirals of color that hinder her sight even when her lids open.

Like they were playing tricks on her ..

She'd sworn the door to the bathrooms had just opened, but it couldn't be so. Manicured nails tap along the porcelain of the sink, before her hand turns the faucet, letting the water come to a dripping stop, and she pulls away, hoping to leave that crippling fear in the sink, to be washed down the pipes, and never be felt again.