✯ church

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Sofia let out a groan as she sat in the pew. She always hated church. Ever since she was little. Her mother was a crazy, abusive overly Christian 'Christian'. She hated it. Not good memories of church. She stood up and made her way to the back of the church so she had a quick exit if she needed it..

@l ten he was slipping in and out of consciousness, wondering just how much blood he had lost since he'd first gotten stabbed. hyunjin wasn't stupid. he knew it couldn't have been this easy to slip away. the storm was only buying him a little more time until they'd manage to find him again -- to either kill him off or drag him back down to the very depths of hell he'd been trying to run away from for so long.

"you have to ,, you have to go," he gasped out, breath shaking as he weakly shoved the stranger away. there was no way he was going to involve an innocent bystander into his mess, especially one who was kind enough to help him in the midst of this storm. ambulance sirens would only attract his pursuers attention and they'd both know where he'd be taken. the hospital. he'd practically be delivered right into their hands. "not safe ,, they'll kill you too ,," he winced as if just talking was taking a toll on him.

. he was falling back out, vision going blurry as he gripped onto the stranger with all the strength he could muster.

he didn't know. as the stranger pressed his own hand against hyunjin's wound, he didn't know what his body was doing. why was he holding onto this kind man? was he trying to push him away, wanting to warn him of the danger? or was he desperately clinging on, not wanting to let go of this kindness, this rare concern that seemed so genuine.

@h hyunjin ten was just on his way home for the night. he had to close much later than usual due to a late client. he wasn't mad though, just a bit exasperated because there were many procedures he needed to complete for the person. in the end, all that mattered was he finally could go home. he should apologise to the nanny for making her stay back late once he reached home.

raindrops pattered against his umbrella as he walked, water splashing on his shoes as he went. it was while he passed by the church when he smelt it, the scent of iron. he recognised the smell anywhere, even as the years slowly broadened him from his past. blood scent is strong, but in the rain it is stronger. the smell brought an uneasy feeling to the tattooist, and he followed it to the source.

he quickly spotted the injured male, a curse leaving him as he approached, kneeling beside the wounded man as he quickly pinpointed the gash and pressed on it to stop more blood from leaking. "mister? hang in there, i'll call the ambulance." he placed his umbrella down, not even bothering that he was being soaked through with the downpour as he fished out his device. "hello? i need help!" he called over the phone, dropping the address of the incident before hanging up, shoving his phone back in his pocket and picking up the umbrella to protect the both of them from the unrelenting rain. ", hold on a bit longer, okay? help is coming."

[ OPEN STARTER ]

he hissed, clutching at his side as he crumbled down on the church stairs. gingerly pulling his hand away from his side, the blood that painted his palm informed him that this wasn't as simple of a wound as he would have wanted. he had been naive to think he could leave that old life behind after being blinded by anger and wrecking havoc that would come back to bite him in the . hell, he had barely managed to escape this time from the demons of his past and from the way he was starting to feel light headed as the rain showered down on him, he knew he needed some help and fast. as thunder boomed and lighting flashed hauntingly above him, images of his past flooded in to overwhelm him -- bruises painted over his skin, an endless sea of stranger's faces, his own cries and screams for help drowning him in humiliation and rage. it was like he could never run from his past no matter how hard he tried.

@q kun "just a single round" seungyoun chuckled with a head shake "what do you take me for? one of your exes?" he raised an eyebrow indirectly dissing every soul who had the chance to be with the other gang leader before. "sweetheart, you should know by now that—" he tapped the male's lips with his index finger then dragged it down on purpose, dragging the lower lip along with it "no one can satisfy you better than I do" he finished his sentence with a playful wink. "you'll still be all whiny and needy for my even after a few rounds" seungyoun enjoyed all the time he spent with kun, and sometimes he went as far as ditching his own work for a little bit of time if it meant him and the latter could have some fun together. Just as he was doing today.

"I was always the one taking responsibility for the we cause" the whole concept may be weird to understand if it came to others because this is seungyoun we're talking about here, but he really didn't like putting the other male in sticky situations so he always used himself as a wall between troubles and the latter, sacrificing himself instead. Till this day he remembers that one time he get into a lot of after one of the people who worked with him found out about how he was selling drugs basically for free for Kun, and he had to do a lot of up to the male to make sure he didn't tell the higher ups.

oh, the good old times, he was glad that he got rid of that snitch long time ago, but at the same time he could have been way more cruel to him if he was still around now with the position he possess.

"not that long, about 2 minutes the longest. It depends on how your body will accept it as it's something new to it" with the accusing glance he was given, he chuckled, starting with removing his shirt and throwing it to the side, then ending it with doing the same to his pants, leaving him with only his boxers on and two credit cards in his hands as he took the sachet back and emptied its content on one of his credit cards using the other to make a small line out of the bunch before getting it closer to kun's face.

"one hit for you, and one hit for me. How generous of me, right?"

@j yein and she did at the younger girl's oh so sweet command, remove every bit of cloth that hindered her and was a barrier between both women. not to toot her own horn but doyeon knew how she looked under the candle and moonlit dome of the church, her alabaster skin glowing with just a sheen of sweat that sparkled along with the various jewelries that adorned a lean body that fit curves and bents in all the right places. she took pride in the way she looked; she was not a vain thing but she'd be ed if she was humble about the way she looked. but at that very moment, watching yein with eyes that filled with unspoken intent. doyeon's nimble and calloused fingers pressed against her skin in a needy touch, briefly swirling the bud of her with her index before it moved further down.

doyeon's head tilted back just a tiny bit, enough for the other girl to do as she wished to the skin there; she wanted to be bitten and bruised and when delivered, she hissed an inhale of blissful pain, the hickey that was built in the crook of her neck sure to be there for the next few days or so. not that she minded, she loved looking ed out and that was what she had in mind, amidst an urge to reciprocate, thread her free hand into yein's hair, marveling at how soft the strands in her hair were to her touch as she gently pulled her away. "I could say the same thing for you, pet. Is that even a question?"doyeon mused in a breath, stomach flexing once her silk were rid, the cool air of the space they were in hitting her core.

she in a sharp breath at the smack on her plump , mouth willingly opened to allow the much more fervent kiss, the need growing by the minute. the hand that had been roaming yein's body and had stopped on her waist reached further down, slipping both bodies and between their legs, daringly cupping the slightly shorter woman's bare womanhood. doyeon flexed her hand, her index finger brushing between silken folds in a gentle brush, into the kiss at the sensation of yein's dew coating her digits. breaking the liplock that was filled with desire, momentarily regretting leaving the sweetness that was her tongue, doyeon left the other's , her hand raised to eye level. "You're so wet, love,"she mused, eyeing her wet middle finger with mock inspection before she took the slim digit into , and the moisture off of it with a slight hum. "And you're delicious. Don't mind if I have a taste, will you?" she asked in a teasing tone, pushing yein back onto the stage to take a seat, getting on her own knees as she spread the other's legs wide open. oh, what a feast it was that begged to be indulged in, tempting her as if it were the apple on the tree in eden and she was eve.

@k doyeon How coquettish she is, for the fabric of her shirt quickly leaves her skin, Yein’s pale abdomen exposed at the very front of the church. She gives a coy smile, grasping Doyeon’s hand that’s on her face. Rather than complying with the elder’s words, she nibbles at the tip of the other woman’s finger, giving a subtle . “Take it off for me, won’t you, sugar?” She guides Doyeon’s hand to an exposed , her gentle touch traipsing down her abdomen until it meets the waistband of her jeans that seem to become suffocatingly tighter by the second.

Their abdomens meet and, while Yein busies herself with discarding her companion of her pants, she delivers another greedy kiss to the lips—one in which trails to the fine edge of Doyeon’s jaw, then a designated patch of her pale neck that calls for a mark. Her teeth graze the skin before she gifts a rather rough bite, the plushness of her adept tongue assuaging the sweet sensation. A bright red mark is left on Doyeon’s neck, the sight bringing a wide grin to the younger’s visage.

She tugs at the other woman’s clothing, along with the last piece of cotton shielding her forbidden core. With both figures now bare and free for the taking, Yein can’t help but eye the woman before her, her bruised lips. “Look at how gorgeous you are. Let’s start the show, why don’t we?” She can hardly get enough of those beguiling lips; her avarice for another liplock is overwhelming, thus she reconnects their wet lips while greedy hands knead at Doyeon’s backside, giving the plump flesh a smack that echoes ever so slightly.

@c seungyoun Beside being one of the deadliest gangsters out there, seungyoun was also an entertainer. A good one, that is. Nobody called him pretty and saw another sun rise. Yet, here he was, feeling rather amused and perhaps, a little prideful because of one single word. Seungyoun had that kind of effect on him. He had since the day their paths crossed years ago —youn had called him pretty back then too. He swallowed a laughter against the other's lips, tugging the latter closer if possible. He indulged in the rush, the heat, the last thread of his resistance breaking down, and then came the much needed breather. Kun dragged a lungful of air as he looked up at the other with a curved brow. "What?... I'm in for a ride, ain't I?"

It wasn't that he distrusted Seungyoun's verdict. The man might be kind of ed up, but his sense of protectiveness towards Kun was tested and proven. It was about his own that Kun was concerned with. His skin had gone florid from the rough kiss alone, yet it felt they went redder even. "Are you saying I'm going to still be needy and begging for a , specifically yours alone, after a single round or what?" He started off, each word uttered in a breathy whisper, his lips clasping fully together. He leaned forward, resting his palm flatly on Seungyoun's shoulder for leverage.

Would he consider showing up spent and needy at his work? A glance at Seungyoun and logic went flying out of the cathedral. Perhaps, he could take a break? Bosses were allowed to take breaks, right?

"Alright. Enough chatting." He said, pushing himself further onto the altar until the back of his knees hit the edge. Reluctantly, he relinquished his hold on the other, swiftly snatching the sachet away from Seungyoun's grasp and tore it open with his teeth. "If I do something really stupid, you are going to take responsibility." There was no bite to his words. "Anyways, how long it takes to kick in?" He began unbuckling his belt and threw an accusing glance at the other.

Get undressed. What are you waiting for? God?

@q kun seungyoun allowed the groping, just letting himself be reeled in closer, which may seem a very /unseungyoun/ like behavior, but then again he did a lot of things with kun that he doesn't usually do with others and don't seem like him to anyone who may know him. "I'll take that as a compliment even though it doesn't seem like one." he answered back upon hearing the claims of him being someone easy to please, which was far from the truth but he just rolled with whatever the other male said, because that's just how it usually went between the two of them. seungyoun may even dare to say that he's the chillest around kun, as his usual temper seems to melt away once he sees the other, but he also dares to say that he has the same effect on male.

"you know I only sell the best out there, it was the case back then and it will always be like that." he was proud to say that avaddon only sold the best of the best, even back in the days when he was a nobody to the gang.

with a smirk gracing his expressions, he playfully placed his fingers between the boy's pants and stomach, pulling on the belt a little bit "your wish is my command, pretty boy." and with that, he placed the small sachet where his fingers were before his lips invaded the boy's personal space, attaching themselves to his own.

seungyoun was never the type to kiss slow or gentle, he was always the type to rob and rip whatever he wanted, and that showed a lot in the way he dealt with skinship. and so his teeth pulled on the plump lips which were mingling with his own a second again, and his tongue made its way inside at the first given opportunity, using it to explore the hot cavern he grew to memorize already.

it took more than a minute for his to feel somehow satisfied, and then with a final tug on kun's lips, he parted away from him, his own lips which were forming a smile by now "delicious, as always." he added a playful wink after his words, taking a very small step back to give air some space to reach the other.

"this is something new....didn't get released to the other buyers yet, but it's safe I've tried it before so don't worry" he motioned with his head towards the boy's belt where the sachet was secured "but it's ing strong, you'll probably end up seeing like 7 of me because of it, and maybe even more once I'm done with you."

@j yein one thing doyeon had come to realize in her twenty four years of life is that pleasure amounted to heavenly skies whenever it was with a woman and she found it quite amusing how willing and giving yein was with her ministrations. doyeon found herself unable to resist too, her stomach tightening in anticipation and an urden need to be touched and sated. but god himself knew how burning this would be, a slow but building fire until it engulfed the both of them.

her lower bee-stung lip caught between pearly whites as she let yein tug her along, giving in to the force the smaller woman yielded her with. the eagerness made her bite back a smile, melting the more stoic woman's ice cold heart just enough for the desire to surge through her in waves of need. or was it the alcohol that had begun it's effects and deviltry?

the church was still quiet, eerie in it's peace yet perfect to taint. she let her wrist go from yein's grip, gaze dark as she watched with uninhibited lust as yein took a seat; for once, those angels that sat dusty on the stages and dotted everywhere look dull, yein's beauty rivaling it all and doyeon's hunger to bite, mark and ruin just rose further even as she took a seat in yein's lap, knees straddling the girl's thighs. she was ready for the liplock when it came in all of it's fervent power, the clash of tongue and teeth a sensual dance of dominance. expert fingers found the buttons of her shirt, tugging it off so she was half-, revealing perky s and s that were pierced, the snake bites catching the light of the candles and winking at the other girl. discarding the shirt somewhere onto the floor, she pulled away from yein, hand reaching up to wrap around her slender throat, thumb brushing in a soothing manner on the abused flesh of her lip. "clothes off for me, yein. let jesus see what a ing goddess you are."

she said it with a smirk that rivaled any demon or even satan himself, the kind to open various gates of hell as she looked up at the face of the statue that loomed over them and got off yein's lap, her fingers working on the buttons of her pants to take off. god and her were on good terms, he wouldn't mind what she was about to do, she thought to herself as she brought her gaze back to her... friend, hand reaching over to cradle yein's face tenderly again.

@k doyeon The scorching flames of a sickly sweet fire erupts amidst Yein’s chest, wisps of peach and vermillion the pit. Ardor fills her heart to the brim as her lips meld against Doyeon’s ever so perfectly. She becomes prisoner of lust, captivated by Doyeon’s maudlin sentimentalism, and thus she follows along with their little waltz. Demure purrs leave the girl’s lips at the fierce reciprocation of their liplock, alluring temptations which draw the shorter between the two to lovingly requite—dragging her wet muscle over the latter’s upper lip does she give the sweet flesh a zealous le, letting her own lower lip become abused.

Her hands that had been holding onto the other woman’s waist oh so graciously have now fallen lower to cup her backside, giving her cheek a rough squeeze with a satisfied hum. How dangerous this is, how perilous this situation is, and yet Yein is willing to risk it all for one night. One night to tarnish the quintessence of purity and dishevel the manifestation of God, for her misanthropy stands as the soupçon that drives her.

The convulsion of a frail heart within is all too frantic, Yein having to fight her urges to pull herself away from the gorgeous woman for a breath of air. Her lips are bruised, tresses of dark charcoal now a frenetic mess. She only wants the heat of Doyeon’s milky body against hers and she knows the perfect place to soil the woman. “Come.” She speaks one word, grasping her companion’s lithe wrist before they make their way back down the staircase of the church, inebriated by drunken yearning. How foul that pearly white effigy looks, and thus Yein takes a seat right on the statue’s pedestal, pulling Doyeon to sit on her lap. The idea of making a show right in front of Jesus himself makes the girl ache with desire, and she wastes no time in kissing her partner once more. Her core aches with yearning and presses up against the latter’s hips, her own hands busy at removing the girl’s shirt.

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"Allison, don't be a heathen! You're going to church with me..." Her mother's voice echoed in her mind as she walked into the church on her day off. Her mother was a religious nut and when her father was away, her mother would lock her in the room under the staircase if she refused to read her daily Bible verses. Allison hated the church. She didn't hate religion because if people wanted to believe in God or whichever God they wanted to believe in then they should but that didn't mean she had to like the church. She sat down in one of the pews of the empty church and took her beige trenchcoat off and sat it next to her. She also put her purse down right next to her. She wasn't wearing her glasses but she was wearing contacts. She was also wearing a skirt... with no on underneath. She looked up at the stained glass window of Jesus and spread her legs with no expression on her face. She then started to rub her and moan a bit. If the churchgoers and her mother saw her doing this now, they'd tell her she's going to Hell... but how could she go to Hell when she was already there? "..." Allison moaned as she stuck her fingers inside of her wet . "Oh...yes!" She whimpered as she threw her head back.

@j yein the first sip was blissful and by the time doyeon had downed half the bottle, she was in heaven; body swaying to a tune playing in her head, head thrown back to face the night sky and feet on the very edge of the roof. one wrong move and she would plummet down into the abyss or onto the road several floors below. but she loved teetering on the edge of life and death, craved it like an addict needed his daily fix of the purest . a light giggle left her lips as she balanced on one foot, almost losing her balance had it not been for the voice that wrenched her out of her haze.

oh, it was a voice she recognized- one that ran tingles down her spine and caused thoughts that would make even the devil blush to rush through her mind. she stood straight, turning around to look at Yein to walked closer, that same annoying yet so ing beautiful smirk gracing her face. doyeon had half a mind to wipe it off her but the second half, the winning and more gone one, wanted to do things to that face that was inexplicable and blasphemous in such a place. doyeon's own mouth, succulent and slightly swollen curved upwards into a feigned innocent smile, back on her pretense to be the perfect girl. but both women knew the truth- she wasn't that. "you and i both know how i love gambling on my own life."

she let yein help her down, her own arms wrapping around the other's shoulders to keep her close, having enough audacity to inch her own face closer, doyeon's proud nose brushing lightly in a featherlike touch on yein's. had she leaned a bit closer, maybe just an inch more, doyeon would be able to dive into the honeyed heaven that awaited her. her lips parted, pools of glistening obsidian staring into those of dark embers as she spoke. "it's all yours, love." she breathed, sweet breath fanning the slightly shorter girl's face, tone doubling into a seductive purr which melted into a pleased hum as yein's mouth descended on hers.

it was so quick for doyeon to get lost into the kiss, able to taste herself and the strong aftertaste of her whiskey but under it all, she could sense something spicy and something utterly woman that she'd begun craving more. and with an expert flick of her tongue, doyeon pulled away enough to graze on yein's lower lip, nibbling on the flesh and abusing it to her liking and once it was red enough, swollen to her content, she soothed it with her tongue, on it once before letting go finally. her hands had moved on their own accord, slipping down their between their bodies, calloused and very unladylike fingertips slipping under yein's shirt, beginning to rub soothing circles on the skin of her waist.

"ruin this place with me, darling." she whispered, half a suggestion and half a command, pressing the malleable flesh of the other's waist, molding it between her palms as she pressed herself closer, leaning in again to press a kiss but this time not on the awaiting lips as much as she wanted to but to her cheek.

@c seungyoun kun gave an half assed indignant huff, his eyes narrowing meaningfully at the other. he couldn't pin point whether he had developed a less dignified and calmer self under the influence of seungyoun. the thought was appalling, but he doubted he could grow out of such habit. he doesn't see the other as someone he needed to placate or respect. he wouldn't worry if he was being demanding or lacking. seungyoun was equal to him. "you are the best between us." he hissed and purses his lips. his fingertips pressed into seungyoun's nape while the other hand d , reeling in closer.

kun also happened to enjoy the high simply by being close to seungyoun. he devised a theory even —cho seungyoun turning into a psychedelic himself because of the nature of his work.

"you're so easy to please." yet the gravity of the situation was a far cry from that. kun had stopped the act of grovelling, or was that asking favour politely, since a long time. since he rose to ranks faster than any of his peerage.

it was quite embarrassing. moreover so because the allusion happened to be mere drugs. not the first, and he was certain it wouldn't be the last as well, when he is asked to beg by seungyoung. "you will be the death of me." kun whispered, his unfocussed eyes catching the other's mischievous ones. and as usual, he succumbed in without much coercion.

his hand slid down from the back of seungyoun's nape to rest gently against the chest, tracing the protruding clavicle with his thumb. he heaved, his cheeks florid. he hoped, as usual, the detail to escape from the other's gaze. "you're so lucky, I love your stuff, youn." he created a small distance between themselves, leaning away, his gaze fleeting about. "seungyoun, please, for the love of God, kiss me high."


greed brews gluttony which swallows everything on it's path. even the seemingly intangible pride. kun wouldn't regret loosing his own pride, become a mess of want and need, and painted a pretty shade of red if it was seungyoun.

@k doyeon Her footsteps find solace against the cement tiles, heels clicking against the surface. It’s deafeningly silent, and oh how that marble statue of Jesus, ever so revered by the mass, seems to remind the hitwoman veiled in darkness of her monstrosity, of her coldheartedness. There are no qualms of how Yein holds disdain for the world and all the beings within it.

How ironic it is that a place for worship has become devoid of life at such a time, darkness cascading the pews and Yein’s figure alone. However, unbeknownst to her, she is in fact not alone. A drunkard has made her way to the rooftop and Yein unknowingly follows the tantalizing wisp of whiskey up the stairwell, heedless of all consequences.

And so they meet, Yein having met her own colleague on the rooftop mere minutes after the woman—who is now anything but sober—had arrived. Kim Doyeon, her colleague, her downfall, her cataclysm. She had become familiar with that visage, pallor of ivory and unsullied lips all too kissable; how she wishes to feel those plush lips against her own. Yein can only lie in wait for the woman to notice her, either edge of carmine tiers raising upward into a Cheshire grin.

“What brings you here, fellow drunkard?” She speaks the words lackadaisicallly when their gaze meets, warm umber orbs of chocolate against her own. “How quaint,” her gentle scrutiny falls from Doyeon’s countenance glimmering beneath the sliver of the moon, to the alcoholic beverage in her hand, then finally, to how dangerously close the woman seems to teeter near the edge of the roof, “that you find solace so close to danger.” Yein’s figure adorned by the midnight sky swoops by awfully close to clutch the other woman by her waist, pulling her away from the edge of the roof. Oh how she might have met her demise were Yein not there.

“Might you save a sip of whiskey for myself, my love?” Beneath that sky inked with obsidian, the hitwoman reels her companion in ever so close, daring to kiss untainted lips, letting her rosy lips meld against the older’s as she wanders amidst unknown territory. The taste of saccharine lips melds with that of sweet whiskey, and Yein can’t help but implore for more than just a simple kiss.

@q kun Kun never failed to amuse Seungyoun, and Seungyoun had a feeling that the male would never do that until the day death tears them apart. And so he enjoyed the opportunity of being amused as long as he was allowed to. "Oh yeah! I should totally be grateful for my long legs and firm thighs" he answered back, tone playful as usual pretending as if he didn't understand what the other was hinting at. "if you're the one becoming a grandpa this soon, it means you're the dilf here....but let's face it, you're hot enough to be one. I would totally still hit on you!"


Tapping his index against the firm thigh under his hand, Seungyoun allowed Kun to try and search him up for what he needed, it was entertaining because he knew that the other wouldn't find the goods that easily unless he wanted him to find them. "such a brat you're turning into, and you're not even high — yet" If Seungyoun was asked to name the things he should take probably responsibility for when it came to tainting Kun, there isn't going to be a long list of things as the boy was always ed up in his own way, but getting him into drugs may be on top of that list because back in the days he remembers the male not wanting anything to do with whatever Seungyoun was selling, but he certainly came around when he got convinced that it will help him out with excelling his performance. But look at them now, not having a single need for the toxic substance and yet they used it as an excuse to justify whatever they did behind closed doors and in the dark.



Searching the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a small sachet which contained the white substance “here, here” he got the drug close to the male’s face, a smile gracing his expressions as the sachet touched the other’s lips. “now ask nicely” he voice was nothing less than demanding as he made sure to keep himself attentive of any sudden moves in case Kun tried to take the sachet by force. “you know how I like it when you use that pretty mouth of yours in talking politely with me” The two of them rarely acted nicely in front of each other, they were close enough to not do it in each other’s company, yet pretending to be distant enough to not even talk to each other outside.

But Seungyoun didn’t mind that, and he certainly didn’t minded tainting the other male, after all he didn’t back then so why would he now.

while she looked like your regular god-fearing girl next door and did believe, she was no angel. And it showed in the way she held the bottle of whiskey, slowly and with quiet catlike grace pushed the back door of the church open, still pokerfaced when it creaked under the force of her push. well, there was no one to tell her otherwise either, she thought to herself as she stepped inside the church. it was supposed to be eerie but to the 24-year old, it was just deafening peace, finding solace in the space where people came to worship. As she passed the statue of Jesus, she raised her fingers to her forehead, tipping him off with a salute as she crossed the pew to head to the other side. Nah, she wouldn’t sit and light a candle or send a prayer. She and God were on good terms; there was nothing she needed from him and nor did he require anything from her. And so as long as that was kept, all was good.

she slipped into the little exit to the staircase, glancing back warily to make sure no one followed her. She wasn’t about to have her night ruined; shutting the door behind her, she began her climb up the tower to the roof, ready to spend the night in accompaniment of her own misery and her friend Jack Daniels.

@c seungyoun kun spared the other an exaggerated roll of his eyes with his chin tipped up slightly. he wouldn't admit to anyone, and seungyoun certainly need not another boost to his sky rocketing ego which had been also another, unfortunately, attraction. "I think you should offer your gratitude to God for things other than brain and looks." he directed a keen gaze at lower half of seungyoun, his lips curling in a knowing smile, while undid the first three buttons of his shirt, revealing the thin platinum chain hanging around his neck: the only jewelry available on his person. "In that case, you are—" he hummed, pursing his lips which were as dry as shriveled up flowers, fighting back another amused laugh, "what the kids call: a dilf. what a surprise, youn."

it's warm where the other's hands rest on him, and he indulged himself in the sparks of excitement flying underneath his skin. he let out a gentle sigh followed by the subtle tremble in his form, his gaze quiet eager and urging. as someone with a rotten history and habits —as well as maintaing a certain image— he had known many touches, some almost costing him life and some sheer traumatic, and out of them all seungyoun's fell in between serene and ecstatic. kun wouldn't allow just anyone to touch him, bend him like a doll. he wouldn't expose his vulnerability to just anyone. and god, damn, he should get the work out routine from the latter.

his limbs wound around seungyoun's person, while one loose hand searched for the little sachet of joy hidden in one of the pockets. a mild annoyance, if he were to be honest. "no, youn. I don't think I need a status to boss you around in this timeline. no, actually, even if we meet in another universe, hypothetically speaking, you would still be beautiful, annoyingly I may add, and I would still ask for my share of goods and can you just pass me the high?" kun leaned in, his mouth hovering right above seungyoun's while his hand was tucked inside the right pocket at the back of seungyoun's pants for reasons. he breathed in the scent clinging to the latter's skin, searching for the one he was acquinted with ages ago amidst the tangle of many. which, he begrudgingly had acknowledged, was hot.

truthfully he didn't need the artificial substance to subdue his senses but it never hurt to see a halo hanging above many seungyouns.

seungyoun was no angel with halo and kun was no innocent human either. if angels existed, they would shooting arrows down upon them; enraged.

@q kun "maybe I wanted to see you pop the buttons by yourself?" he almost felt the need to defend himself upon being told that he was asking for something he could do without a single help from god or anyone else. "and come on, it's a low kick to mention my looks first, aren't I more of a brain person than a body and face one? If we're here to thank god for something he gave me, I'd like to argue that we should thank him for my brains than looks" he argued again, knowing that the male wouldn't mind his small ramblings.

Seungyoun arguably enjoyed Kun's presence, he liked being around him and he didn't feel threatened in the slightest bits even with the man was trying to be all scary and bossy with him. If anything, Kun may be the person he's most comfortable around, and that's exactly why the two of them needed to make sure their over a decade relationship stayed behind the covers. In the end nothing good will come out with the two of them being spotted together, which explains their /little/ church and club meet ups.

"You've been becoming so impatient lately, god I think you're growing old" he teased, even though he didn't waste a single second before positioning himself between the male's spread legs, his hands resting on the well defined thighs, liking how he could smell Kun's cologne mixed with his natural scent from such a distance. "You also seem to be forgetting that just because you're the boss of your gang, it doesn't mean that you can boss me around" the grip on the male's thigh slightly tightened.

There really was no saving for Seungyoun, and he surely wasn't hoping for one.

@c seungyoun again, kun was forced to wonder why he put up with this boy —not a man, no, a boy. seoungyoun will forever be the boy he found in the poorly lit streets after a harsh pour down in summer or was that winter, the details were beyond him, save for the striking murderous aura, which something kun still entertained himself with whenever he could possibly. seungyoun was like the lightening: sharp and fast and beautiful and fatal. He wondered again, what kind of fool did that make him?

"tche," kun bowed his in reverence, an act of mock they both knew of. "you've got hands to pop the buttons. not one or two. all of them, don't you?" kun shook his head, hiding the lilt of smile that seemed to threaten his lips. yet his eyes betrayed him. in his defence, it wasn't seungyoun's fault for being /damn/ attractive. "god showed enough mercy with that face of yours." he clucked, quirking a brow up, while taking a few steps closer to the altar.

"you don't need divine intervention to me on the altar, seungyoung. now, come here." he was perched on the altar, legs dancing off in nonchalant manner, as he beckoned the other to come closer, biting back the impatience down.

kun never looses his self. as detrimental as it seems, only in the presence of this boy alone, he will forsake his self, drown in the high. god, save him.

@q kun Seungyoun wasn't a church person, certainly far from one, if anything he was the type who shouldn't be found inside of a church even if it was for seeking forgiveness, because a person like him had no business what so ever with a figure as high as god. But Seungyoun had something that caught his interest within that confinements of the church, more than something it was a someone. And so a one time visit became two times and two times became three and the circle continued with events repeating themselves. And that's how he found himself standing by the alter, intense light shining down on him, almost making him seem like he was being glorified, and it would be a lie if he said he didn't enjoy the intensity it gave him, he would go as far as saying it made his heart flutter.

A chuckle rang through the silent church upon the presence of another soul whom went as far as resembling him to an angel "I would make one hella of a hot fallen angel, don't you agree?" his lips moved to create one of his famous smiles, head slightly tilting to the side so he could have a better look at the person who resembled an angel way more than him. "worried to be seen with me?" his tone was almost mocking "Don't worry, sweetheart, everyone would know better than to interrupt my /god worshiping/ sessions."

"now let's see" he breathed out, hand clasped the same way the boy beside him had his hands clasped, taking the same position, the only difference would be him leaving his eyes open. "what should we tell god this time, hmm? maybe I should take this moment to thank him for providing this beautiful church for us to meet in, or maybe I should pray for him to make you loosen up a little bit, pop a button or two and reveal that pretty skin of yours."

Seungyoun didn't believe in god, he liked to believe that he was the god of his own life. Yet, he had no problem in playing pretend in front of the other male.

@c seungyoun [ the mood rn : https://youtu.be/qA7hsFLvepc ]


Kun parked his sleek black car in the lot reserved for eminent figures —he had to hold back a scoff. some eminent figure he was— donating loads behind the church's small backyard garden that is used to hold charity events. He reached for his phone and sent a quick message, briefly wondering why the hell he even was doing this and then got the cosmic answer from his inner voice. right. out of the many reasons, he chose to believe the one most ridiculous one, though no one would no except the him. he came to the church but not for confession. He doubted the father could handle the truths of an eminent figure like himself. unless— he pondered, worrying his bottom lip as he made his way to the church's backdoor.

He made his way through the dimly lit storage room to the hallways and to the altar. And suddenly everything was bright, forcing him to shut his eyes, a small groan escaped him. He scrunched his nose, disappointed at himself for falling for such an obvious tact each time, but then again he wouldn't mind the view that usually greeted him afterwards. "Don't you get tired of such theatric?" His sight hadn't yet adjusted to the blinding lights —the ornamental glow and alabaster figures always seemed to mock him in one way or another. "Not that I don't like you looking like an angel— oops, demon reincarnate."

He stared at the face he had known for a decade, and something in his instinct told him, it would be a long while before they fall apart. He entertained the same thought each single time. He hated the curiosity that drove him to the edge of his doom. "Anyways, I hope no one's coming looking for you?" He stood still beside the other in front of the altar, his hands coming up to clasp and his eyes closing for the moment.

Kun wasn't a die hard believer, but he respects God for allowing foolishness to exist.