⋆　bar

@youngkyun ᵉˡᵉᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ stares up at the neon sign spelling out the name of the bar right outside of the packed place, silently sighing when I'm sure that it is indeed the same name of the place that a little bird just down the street told me where you'd be at. I step in and immediately feels out of place- the smell of cigarette, the loud thumping of music, mixed with incomprehensible chitter chatters from all directions is a bit...overwhelming for someone like me. I have to focus though, I have to find you before this place gets even more crowded. I've only seen you a few times before, and thanks to my sharp senses, I managed to get a good look and actually remembered your features--
There you are.
approaches slowly, taking my time to observe what you're currently up to. it's unbelievable really, how did they even let you inside? as far as I know, you're just a student-- and you sure look like one to me, even as you stir your glass of whatever...alcoholic substance you have in your hand.
Youngkyun?
I slide right next to you, my voice as calm as the expression in my face, although really I'd like to pull you out of here as soon as possible. I'm not even sure if you remember...or even know me, so I let you take a good look, hoping that you are sober enough, before speaking again.
I figured you'd be here.

@jonghyun ˢᶤˡᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒˣ smirks to the player across from me, lining up the shot at the pool table and cleanly linking three balls together, a well-practiced trick shot before snatching up the money that rested on teh edge of the table.
That makes game, . Double or nothing my .
laughs, shoving the cash into my pocket opposite the wad of cash that always took up residence in the front of my pants, not ever settling in a single place long enough to have a banking system other than 'carry your cash with you at all times'; not wanting anyone to find that lest something happen. it would hardly be the first bar fight I'm in.
sidling up to the bar, it's a whole bottle of scotch that is ordered, the second of the night and well on my way to actually being tipsy for a change - not like there was anything better to do.
pours myself a few shots into a glass, swigging at the liquid languidly while smirking, listening to the men I'd just swindled out of a load of cash and moan behind me.
Ahhh... Music to my ears, honestly.

@yoongi ˢᶰᵒʷ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ [ a whole week, jesus, please kick me if i ever do this again orz ]

He's not sure what he'd been expecting. Certainly not an outright coddling or a heart to heart. After all, Min Yoongi didn't do that. He was about crisp grunts and heavy glances and curt banter. He was about cadence, every syllable that hung between his words. The meanings interwoven in the spaces your brain almost forgets to register. He's an enigma. But Taehyung's known him long enough to recognize a tenderness when he's met with it.

"The hell is this? No scotch?" he asks, mouth full of mirth and clotted blood but a smile ever present on his face as he lifts his glass. The water tastes like karma as it slides down his throat, chilled down to his bones. When he chokes a little, he's suddenly glad Yoongi hadn't slipped him liquor instead. "Maybe so, but is this one of those 'hidden permissions'? Are you saying I can totally bring a switchblade next time without really saying it?" Because he damn sure will. Losing today had been a smear against his record, a heavy blow to his reputation where it didn't need the added pressure. Because at the end of it all, no one's going to remember the trivialities. No one's going to care about the bribed reps, the added weaponry, the unfair advantage. The fact that Taehyung ALMOST had him. All they'll remember are the lovely bruises decorating his cheekbones. Youngwoo's spittle sliding down his face as the match is drawn.

"As soon as I can find him." He doesn't realize that he's shaking. The water in his hands set to tremble, ripples as violent as the fury beneath his mottled flesh. "He'll be around. He's gonna know. A like him doesn't usually do rematches but I'll goad one outta him if I have to."

@taehyung ᵃʳᶜᵗᶤᶜ ᶠᵒˣ The adrenaline rush that seemingly pulses through the veins in such a nerve wracking event, ‘oh man were those the days.’ He’d thought to himself, many flashbacks of when he had first started the whole fighting game. In high school was the first, and the first time he had wrapped those lovely bandages around his palms and each slim digit of his. Each scene briefly played, cutting from one scene to another, making the leopard partially pay attention to what the fox had left to say.

It’s too vivid and just maybe would he like to have those memories hazed.

Brass knuckles. A great tool to use to knock one on the er of an opponent but in a match, yoongi understood what tae was getting at, and he couldn’t agree more. To everything the lad was saying, he gave a short nod in return, pulling out two small glasses and filling them both up with ice and water. “Rules can always be broken,” yoongi began, sliding a glass over to tae, bringing the other up to his lips to take a sip before finishing his little excerpt of words that were almost stated as a matter of fact. Keeping at the down low was hard especially if the younger didn’t know too much about the reputation yoongi had during this times.

“It’s whether or not you want the opponent to win. A knife is unfair and hell will break loose. But you have to keep in mind that when you’re playing in the streets, there aren’t any rules but to just survive.”

He placed the glass down on the counter softly, staring at the liquid for a moment, fingers still wrapped around; he swirled it around. Maybe the way everything was done had changed since the last time he fought. He’s retired and kept himself hidden from it all, and with taehyung there, he’s glad he did. The people now sound a bit too abrasive for his liking. “When’s the next match?” Interest peak, you could say, maybe even observe or see what the opponent even looked like.

@ian ʷᵒˡᶠ [ check your profile mail looking envelope thing uwu ]

@taehyung ᵃʳᶜᵗᶤᶜ ᶠᵒˣ (what prize? I'm so confused O_O why I'm rewarded?)

@azamat ˢᵗʳᵃʷᵇᵉʳʳʸ ᵗᶦᵍᵉʳ [ THANK YOU FOR RPING HERE ;U; YOUR PRIZE HAS BEEN ADDED TO YOUR PROFILE! ]

@ian ʷᵒˡᶠ [ THANK YOU FOR RPING HERE ;U; YOUR PRIZE HAS BEEN ADDED TO YOUR PROFILE! ]

@azamat ˢᵗʳᵃʷᵇᵉʳʳʸ ᵗᶦᵍᵉʳ /looks at you confused, but hands quickly comes back to wrap around your waist, looking into your eyes with hungry gaze
Don't tease me tiger...
/I whisper as I lean down to place a soft peck on your lips, slowly trailing kisses down your jawline and neck, humming at the feeling of your body against me, taking my time to enjoy every part I kiss, nibbling and as I move down to your neck

@ian ʷᵒˡᶠ You over think too much..i meant you're gonna have to work for it~
/shakes my head and moves my arms to wrap around your neck; letting my fingers play with the little hairs on your neck/
Make me purr~ and I'll make you

@azamat ˢᵗʳᵃʷᵇᵉʳʳʸ ᵗᶦᵍᵉʳ /a growl rumbles against my chest when you smack my hands away, pulling away to look at you with my lips sliding against my upper lip, catching my breath from the intense kissing session
I've never called you easy tiger, just did what felt right
/ whispers with a small shrug, quite surprised by the sudden change but at the same time quite used to it

@ian ʷᵒˡᶠ /i smirked softly as I'm dragged into a secluded place for our little make out session to continue but it took a turn for south upon your hands wandering
Ah ah ah~ not so fast
/purrs softly and i smack your hands away from me
Did you think it was gonna be that easy?

@azamat ˢᵗʳᵃʷᵇᵉʳʳʸ ᵗᶦᵍᵉʳ (since he doesn't have his own place eue)

/you giving me the permission to pull you out of the main room is all I needed to hear as I take you to one of the back rooms in my bar lips never leaving that heated kiss as I pull you closer to me, I probably wanted this more than I would really admit, biting on your lower lip with a small smirk as I let my hands slide down your back.
purr for me kitten
/I whisper into your sweet tiers, hands now resting on your bottom giving it a small squeeze

@yoongi ˢᶰᵒʷ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ The touch that grazes his forearm sears of a kindness he can't accept. Gooseflesh arising in its wake, his hyung knows how to carve guilt deep. Etch it in the hollow fitted in the seams of Taehyung's smile, paint it pretty like the bruises on his body. Because nothing mends those broken ribs like sticky situations and this? With the elder's soft hands and hard gaze wrapped up in one, Taehyung's in the stickiest.

He flinches when one of the fresher wounds is disturbed.

"I know, I know. I tried this time, like you said. Strike fast, take breaks. Stall for time but the adrenaline--- I couldn't hold out like that." Neither of them could. Icy orbs cloud in recollection of that once delicious look of desperation from Youngwoo. When it seemed they'd meet an end, the black bear's legs quaking uselessly beneath him. Humility be damned, Taehyung had revelled in that. Still does. But then a shift from the crowd drew his attention and the next thing he knew, he's pinned beneath Youngwoo's leering grimace. His own blood caking the other's cheeks with every hit.

"He brought out ing brass knuckles, hyung. In a hand-to-hand match." He should've known there was no sense of justice in this man, no hint of remorse even when Taehyung's face met the concrete. Like the silence the referee met him with when he spat blood and curses. A ing setup if he'd ever seen one. "Hell the yeah I am, but on my terms. Knowing this guy, a goddamn knife is probably next."

@taehyung ᵃʳᶜᵗᶤᶜ ᶠᵒˣ he finds it almost amusing in its own way. the way that the other tried to steer clear of the questions that yoongi was just asking partially out of curiosity too. the cat got his tongue, literally. his thumb doesn't stop circling along the fox's arm, but the grip around the limb begins to loosen. staying silent in return as he doesn't want to say anything to trigger but instead, he pats the limb almost too sharply, a loud enough slap to echo in the room that was followed with an amused 'huh.'

"There's not such thing of dirty, it's just tactic, you fool." maybe his words were a bit bitter, but he was just reminding the younger one. "you exert too much energy and your opponent is bound to find the weak spots." yoongi continues his words, finding them all string together nicely with a soft tone. while one of his hands ball into a fist, the other covers it with his thumb brushing over scarred knuckles. some freshly cut ones too. chest squeezing, he has to huff out air through his nose, dropping his hands onto the counter to rest there.

he's worried and he'd be damned if the day ever came that the leopard would be voicing that out. he just wants to the younger one to be safe instead of reckless like how he was before. all this time, his eyes don't leave tae, rather his gaze just flick from one feature to another; observing the way his ear would twitch and back down to the bruised skin. "So what, are you going to have another round with him anytime soon?"

@yoongi ˢᶰᵒʷ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ It should be clockwork by now.

Taehyung's filled his chest with lies since he'd learned how to talk. They stain his teeth by now, pretty little white things that seemed harmless behind his lips. But he finds, for some reason, that with Yoongi it had been different. As most things are. Taehyung leans against the bar counter now, surveying the myriad of bottles arranged in kaleidoscopic muse behind the elder. Evading the brunt of that glare, but oh is it palpable. His touch turns gentle but he swears the other's gaze can clench his throat better than a serrated set of jaws.

"The usual, hyung. You know what that means." And he does. For the most part. Fighting these days is nothing like it used to be back in Yoongi's era. Still gritty with blood caking your nails and teeth chipping on cement. But it's also terribly unfair. "He played dirty. Got me when I thought I'd overdone it. It was my fault for letting up, now please." He catches his reflection, fragmented against an amber bottle of Hennessy and he hates that the marred figure depicted there is the closest he's seen to his real self in a good while.

"Just drop it."

@taehyung ᵃʳᶜᵗᶤᶜ ᶠᵒˣ it's like his senses are heightened when it comes to you, a certain obligation he holds to make sure that you're well. on the surface, he wouldn't bat an eye but the fact that it was the younger lad, there's a soft spot on the depths of the hole that was dug. instead of speaking words, he's quite quiet, not taking the next few words that fall into the air as redeemable.his teeth clench and the caresses come to halt to only rest wrapped around your arm. "let me pull the stupid card this time, and you tell me what happened.."
his own words trail but his grip only tightens, slow enough to feel the tight muscles. "what did i tell you about making sure to keep your distance?" gaze sharp, yoongi looked at the lad with the glint in his eye that said it. he was worried but he also had to discipline in his own way by massaging the muscles with his thumb circling around the flesh.