↳ ㅤjimin。

@♥ sehun o。 He listens, diligently, picking at his food and only eating in passing, not even paying attention to taste as he chews. “Well,” He begins, tapping his chopsticks along the rim of his bowl, “at the moment, all I want are nights of cuddles. And as time progresses, if you like me enough, nights of passion, and heat, or days, whichever you prefer. But.” He nods, looking down to the metal sticks, looking at his warbled reflection, “I... Yeah, I simply do want some cuddles.” Sometimes, all someone needs is a friend. Jimin looks towards Sehun then, from under his lashes, “Unless, you like me enough, now?” And he isn’t ready, not for the full way of things, not like his mother, but he could go to his limits. Sehun makes him laugh, makes him smile, and feel warm, and safe. He wants to lay with him, and indulge in lazy kisses, but that’s more of the romantic in him.

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun found Jimin's backstory to be...depressing to say the least. An image of why he wanted Sehun's...services began to formulate in his mind. Sehun lifted a free hand to caress Jimin's cheek, lithe digits rubbing into the skin before pulling away. "Jimin...I'll be honest. I have no issue with spending this night with you, but it makes me think you might be craving something more and I want to know what that is." He lifted a chopstick full of rice to his own lips and glanced back over at Jimin. "I mean...you're clearly aware of what I am and what I do. Yet- you simply want a night of cuddling? I find it a little bit...too good to be true." Sehun hoped that Jimin didn't find his psychoanalysis to be offensive, but he'd rather get straight to the point.

@♥ sehun o。 Himself? Jimin pauses in eating, twirling noodles around his chopsticks, letting them fall off, and doing the same over and over again. “Well, I’m the only one in my family, now! I never went to college,” Too much money, too much stress, “I really love to sew, though, and cook,” Housewife of the 50’s tasks, “and I like dressing up a lot. I used to collect shells! Shells were fun, and pretty. I’ve always wanted to learn how to surf, but I don’t know how to swim.” Jimin grins, and looks up, dragging his shoulders up into a shrug. “I love pink and gold, it goes well with my skin tone.” His life is boring, to him, at least. It’s how he likes it, it’s safe. Too safe. Even this is a big risk for him, but he needs it.

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun smiled, reaching forward to collect different samples of each dish onto his plate. He didn't eat like a king often because he didn't want it to lose its rewarding feeling, but he had to say that he already felt like royalty just being in Jimin's presence. "Okay. Enough about me. Tell me about yourself, Jimin. I mean- I should know about you as well if we're going to..do this." He gestured towards himself and then to Jimin with the end of the sentence. "I want to know what you do-- and what you like to do aside from this." Sehun lifted the chopsticks to his lips and took a bite of the noodles, signifying that he wanted Jimin to speak.

@♥ sehun o。 "I do! Gimme a second!" He grabs two glasses, and just snags the handle of the jug, holding onto it with his pinky. Two plates, two bowls, chopsticks, glasses, and jug of tea in hand, he makes his way out of the kitchen, looking like a right waiter as he does so. With his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, he settles the jug down onto the table before them, everything else afterwards such an easy task. Jimin crumbles to sit cross legged, looking out at the tubs of food: noodles, rice, so much meat of all different kinds - his stomach audibly growls. "Don't be afraid to just pig out - I got a lot on purpose." Not like he would have to pay for it ...

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun simply shrugged his shoulders before nearly jumping out of his seat at the sound of the doorbell. - don't people knock anymore. Either way, Sehun settled back into the couch, awaiting Jimin's return. Sehun found himself getting absorbed into the television while he waited. He could see how someone could lose countless hours staring at the screen. When Jimin returned, Sehun nodded at his request while the younger disappeared into the kitchen. He dug into the bags, setting each and every item out onto the coffee table. There was something that the pair forgot. "Jimin, do you have anything to drink in there?" He yelled out across the apartment. Sehun had a bad habit of eating too fast and nearly choking, so a drink was always nice to have just to ensure that he didn't choke to death-- wouldn't that be a way to go: fallen angel dies by choking to death on chinese food.

@♥ sehun o。 “So adrenaline rushes?” It makes sense. Adrenaline is such a natural high in itself, feeling invincible, capable of doing anything, seemingly. “I’ve never really felt many adrenaline rushes.” Too frightened to go a day without a valium, why would he ever have the need to think of a situation, or put himself in one, that would induce such rushes. Perhaps when he was younger, but really, he can’t remember most of last year, even. It seems that Sehun is saved from his questions, because the door bell rings then— it must be the food. Jimin bounces up, and heads over to the door, chriping a hello and scribbling down on a piece of receipt paper. Likely a tab for whatever he has for his room, to be paid off later. The bags are huge, but he manages to hold them under his arms, and waddle to the coffee table before Sehun. “Ta-da!” At least it smells good. “Dinner is served,” He’s off to go get plates, and bowls, and sets of chopsticks for them. “Will you open everything and set them out?”

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun simply scoffed at the inquiry- god this boy asked a lot of questions. "I've honestly lost count. I could tell you about my favorites though. Rather than bragging about how many I've had, I would rather remember the ones that were worth remembering." He nodded his head and shifted so he could rest his-- now bare feet on the coffee table. "Favorite thing as a human-- probably the sensation of adrenaline rushing through your veins at the slightest bit of danger. Sure, I could still get that now, but finding something actually capable of killing me is few and far between at this point."

@♥ sehun o。 “How many sugar babies?” Genuine curiosity fills his question, Sehun having captured his unbreaking attention, now. So, life was not too different in certain practices? It comes to question ... How’d he become an angel? And how did he die? Jimin turns his hand slightly, and takes Sehun in his own, twining their fingers together. “What was your favorite thing as a human?” He almost says ‘when you were alive?’, but had saved himself from the slight embarrassment that would to have come soon after that question.

@♡ jimin p。 "Mister Knowledge..." He repeated, nearly silent enough so that only he could hear it. "You'd be amazed." Sehun's hand lifted to rest on top of Jimin's hand resting on his knee. He enjoyed the proximity and mutual invasion of each other's personal space. "Well-...I can't say that I remember much from my human life other than the fact that I was a lot like the typical teen. I enjoyed alcohol and I found myself with a different person in my bed nearly every night, so I guess you could say that things are basically the same now-- but it's more like...alcohol and sugar babies in my bed."

@♥ sehun o。 “Then be a CEO! You can be whatever you please. Mister Knowledge.” Jimin’s hands come to rest on Sehun’s body— one politely on his knee, not suggestive, and the other tucked against his side. With his cheek to his , Jimin shifts his attention up, towards Sehun’s face, and grins, “So, old man, what was the 14th century like? I’ve never met someone with first hand knowledge— wish I could’ve used you for any of my bibliographies in high school.”

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun emitted a hearty laughter. "I know. I'm just so damn y, but you can't believe that I'm actually old. God- if I had a dime every time I've gone through this...I could probably just buy a sugar baby trade. I could be the CEO. That's off track, but it's true." Sehun wrapped an arm around Jimin, fully aware of what he was doing. He wanted to get closer to the boy. He wanted to spoil him. He didn't have the chance to buy him presents at the current moment, but he assumed that physical contact would have to suffice for now.

@♥ sehun o。 He’s warm, when pressed against him like this, everything feels a tad bit cozier. Jimin plays with a lock of his hair, mindlessly focusing on the t.v., and trying to piece together the statistics of this generation. “A lot, really. Probably hours of the day spent just devoting themselves to this.” A lot of time— wait. The 14th? Jimin peers over at him, mouth wide, “You’re *old*.” But he doesn’t mean it in a bad way, more of a disbelief.

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun focused on the television: he certainly could not understand this generation and their entertainment, but he would indulge for Jimin's sake. Hell- maybe he'd figure it out eventually. "Do you watch these a lot? Like- what's the typically amount of time spent looking at these.. 'live action book' things? For your generation I mean-" He was genuinely curious. Perhaps it was similar to the amount of time he would spend reading a book or so- maybe Jimin's generation replaced books with television shows. He perked up an eyebrow, sliding close to the human until their sides practically touched. "I was born in 14th century. I am nearly seven hundred years old now."

@♥ sehun o。 Jimin curls up on the couch, chin on his knees, ‘decorative’ throw blanket pulled over his shoulders, and remote between his legs on the couch. “That’s kinda the perfect way to describe it. It’s a live action book, moving pictures, all recorded, it’s cool.” The show he picks is, well, Brooklyn 911, but he’s more so focused on Sehun. He’s more ... Real, now that he really looks at him. There’s a tiny scar on his face, and Jimin wonders what was so sharp to leave something like that on a fallen angel’s face, and his nose is a tad bit crooked, but he’s still so beautiful. “How long have you been alive? Or— well, like, around?”

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun would lie if he said that he wasn't worried, yet intrigued. Despite his series of inter-personal relationships in the past, none of them showed interest in teaching him their culture of the current time period. Rather, they wanted one thing and one thing only. He didn't necessarily have a problem with that. Business was business, but Jimin was an anomaly in that sense. Sehun glanced at the black screen before it lit up. "Watch something? Like- a show? I've heard of those, but have never had any interest. Someone described it to me like...a book of moving pictures. I've always been intrigued, but never had the motivation to look into it."

@♥ sehun o。 “Ooh,” He tries to hide the giddy expression lighting up his features, but honestly, the thought of showing Sehun what’s what, of teaching, makes him far too excited for his own good. “Just get comfy! I’m going to order some chicken—“ Or maybe Chinese. Or both. He grabs his phone, putting in orders to both KFC, and a local Chinese take away ... Honestly, if he’s going to eat out, he needs to make sure it’s worth it. With the phone caught between his shoulder, he starts to set up the tv, spitting off order’s, waiting for his total, and plopping doen beside Sehun. “So, binge watching is when you watch something, the same thing, in succession, back to back.”

@♡ jimin p。 If it was not evidenced by Sehun's expression, he had no earthly idea what in the hell youtube or binge-watching was. He usually would just curl up by the fire with a good book or his suitcase and revel in forbidden knowledge. Perhaps he should keep up with the times better, but he worried that he would fall into the trap that humans pushed themselves into: one of ignorance and hatred. Nevertheless, he would indulge in Jimin's past times in order to please him. "I have..no idea what those are, but I'd be happy to find out. And-- can you just...order food? Show me."

@♥ sehun o。 As impeccable as ever, and unchanged, Sehun looks like a god before him. And maybe, in some perspectives, he is. Jimin waves off the snoring comment, because who really knows if he snores? He’ll find out in the morning, probably. “I usually binge watch something! Lately, I’ve been into Brooklyn 911!” He chirps, locking the door behind him. “And I like to order food, and curl up on the couch. Sometimes, I find myself in a rabbit hole of Youtube vine compilations,” Does Sehun even know what those are?

@♡ jimin p。 Sehun is still adorned in his suit from earlier that day-- he had yet to tell Jimin that he preferred sleeping in his boxers and sometimes . He thinks that he might save the boy from that sight for now. With the door opened, Sehun took in the appearance of the man before him. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't a tussled mess of perfection and pajamas. However, he couldn't say that he was mad at it. In fact, he felt more at home than he had been in years. "I'm not worried about kicking. I'm more worried about snoring to be completely honest with you." Stepping inside, he took off his blazer and placed it on a hook. "Well...what does a human like you do on a typical night like this aside from sleeping?"

@♥ sehun o。 He’s awfully nervous, tidying up his little suite in hopes that he’d like it. It isn’t even that big of a deal, but to him, it’s everything. When he hears the knock, Jimin shoots up, scampering to the door— but before he makes it, he slows, purposely, not trying to be so overzealous. He’s wearing simple pajama pants, purple, with white and pink bunnies on them, and a large, old, and worn, gray t-shirt. He opens the door, offering Sehun a smile, “Hope you’re ready; I promise I don’t kick at night.”

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@♡ jimin p。 Here you are, dear.