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@❆ – christopher bang. tell the jury to hurry up, then.
i've got something important to attend to.
/my nose scrunches slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners when its so easy for me to joke around with you, its playful and light and charming given the situation
/and yet again im left fighting the urge to roll my eyes, instead just glancing away from you unamused before you have all of my attention again
you're an artist, yes, an artist who doesnt seem to realize that they're the true piece of art.
im not the only one with walls. im working on yours.
/leaning in, i steal another kiss from you when you mention me being beautiful, though i end up shrugging in response, though i manage to whisper against your lips before pulling back
are you going to help it grow, then?
/my hands are occupied long enough, and even after you're stripped down to your essentials my hands roam on your bare skin, tracing out shapes and mapping the way you feel under my touch
/and yet im pliant to your touch, my head tipping up at your urging, gaze hooded and lips parted just a little before a small smile takes over, my hair falling away from my face
good. thank the jury for me.
/my gaze holds yours, pleading with you silently not to make me look, because i know i'll just see my demons staring back at me, the parts of me i hate, the me i dont even know anymore, and im terrified of accepting that i really am that person
/but you agree, and i visibly relax, letting out a soft sigh as i listen to your stipulations, and then its my turn to hesitate, taking a moment to think it over before slowly nodding
okay.
i can... try.
/making the distinction, i let my lips part for you, my lashes fluttering slightly as your thumb brushes over my lip before slipping past, pressing into my mouth, and without a moment of thought i close my lips around the finger, giving a small
/looking up at you, i hold your gaze, seeing just what you want me to, and theres no doubt in my mind that i trust you, that you wouldnt break a promise, but there's a part of me that nags over the idea that maybe it wont be your own fault that you break your promise, but mine instead
no, i believe you.
i trust you.
/tipping my head back to murmur quietly, i drag my tongue along the pad of your thumb, pressing a kiss to the spot when im done, and perhaps to diffuse my own doubts i snort softly and mumble
now if you're going to strip me, please dont drop these clothes in paint.
dad really will have my head then.

@♛ – minho lee. are you? are you mine?
and i don't know...
i think the jury is still out on you being a douchebag or not. i'll let you know when they've come to a decision
/teases you in the attempt to make you feel at least a little bit better, unsure if its working though when we're talking about you and your walls
refreshing... i'll remind you of that the next time you might snap at me about it or something
/my breath hitches when i see the fondness in your eyes, its raw and vulnerable, much like yourself whenever you're with me, though this time its mostly because you're letting yourself be like that without the need of me tearing down your walls or peeling off your armour
i'm an artist, you're really going to tell me what is and isn't beautiful?
i think you're beautiful on the outside, and i think there's a beauty budding inside of you, but it needs help to flourish and grow...
you on the other hand are calling me beautiful when you still don't know enough about me to make such a claim
/i almost chide you when i speak, letting you undress me and when you finish, i curl my finger under your chin and tip your head back a bit to murmur
... you are indeed my idiot
/your request for me to not show you the piece should i make any art of you has me hesitating, only because i wish to show you how i see you through my eyes and i think it would do you a world of good
alright
i shan't show you, but if you happen upon it by chance, then you cannot complain to me
and you must look directly at it should it catch your eye, no running, no hiding. just try to admire the you i see
/sitting there, mostly on your lap, i drag my fingertips over your cheekbone and down to your lips, gently tugging on the lower tier and watching it as i speak
promises are only stupid when you make them without the pure hearted intention of keeping them
do you not believe me then?
/asks as i lift my gaze to your own, my thumb just about pressing in past your lips and resting on your tongue, my fingers fanning out over your cheek in the meantime
look me in the eyes when you answer me too, minho
look right into my soul, i know you can see it, feel it... you've tasted it on my tongue enough times, haven't you?

@❆ – christopher bang. your idiot.
/the words come easily, and though they're meant to be a tease there's a little more truth behind it than i'd like, the fact that i am, truly, your idiot if i were to be anyone's at all
/it has me looking at you for a long moment in silence, as if trying to gauge what's going on in my own mind, but i shake the thoughts from my head instead of trying to process it any longer, not when there are more important matters at hand
/considering you're in my lap, chiding me over not really caring about the guy leaving in the first place, and im about to mention that he was jealous over nothing happening between us before you say that yourself
hey, douchebags come in all shapes and sizes.
just turns out that in terms of being with you, it wasnt /me/ who was the douchebag after all, huh?
/there's a soft smile that lifts my lips, an expression so unlike me but with you it comes easily, and it feels right and natural, especially as i try to give some sort of rationalization, even if its a little bit of a tease
/but as you speak i grow quiet again, my walls somewhere between half put up and half tumbling down because you're right, you do see right through me, and even though it takes me a second i shrug
its only uncomfortable because no one else does, or tries to.
but its refreshing.
/my voice is soft while your fingers run through my hair, and i let you hold my face, gaze tipped up toward you with a fondness lingering in the pools of my eyes that likely you've never seen before, as i've so often hidden it from you
/im slow to blink, part of me worried that if i close my eyes even for a second its all going to end, but then i feel your lips against my own, a soft grunt sounding from my throat as my hands grip you a little tighter, my brows furrowing slightly
i can blame you.
beauty comes from the inside-- you're the beautiful one, not me.
/perhaps its the first time i've so blatantly argued with someone over not being beautiful, but it doesnt really matter, not when you're kissing me again and im getting lost in the feeling of your lips against my own and dancing along my skin, relaxing once more as i slip my hands up toward your waist, fingers slipping under your shirt
one request then.
/murmurs against your skin, and its clear that im trembling a little, yet again something so unlike me but i dont bother hiding it, not as my next words give you a reason to tear down my walls even more, and i know it
if you draw me , please-- please, dont show me.
/my voice is soft, and i feel like a lost child for a moment, my fingers pulling at your clothes, the clothes that i bought you, and slowly but surely stripping them off of you
/your words have me shuddering slightly, your promise causing my chest to clench, and despite the part of me that wants to pull away, to run before you can break down those walls, i give a small nod to you, a silent acknowledgement and understanding
/even so, maybe its for my own sake, i cant help but throw in one last little remark with a short laugh, some hopes of deflecting the situation when it gets too heavy for me to properly react
promises are stupid.

@♛ – minho lee. ...idiot
/mutters under my breath when you insist on being stubborn, wondering if you enjoy doing that to me or if you really just can't helps yourself, though I decide to give you the benefit of the doubt
Give over
You're not sorry for at least half of the reason he left, so you may as well not be sorry at all
Considering he left me because he was jealous over nothing that had even happened... you probably did me a favour
/adds on quietly because it's a thought that has been been weighing on my mind for some time, one I share with you so easily now even if it hurts me to think of him and how easily he walked away
But you're with me, here and alone
Must you continue to hide these things from me? You may as well be bare to me, you know I can see right through you
Does that make you uncomfortable?
/asks quietly as I run my fingers through your hair this time, holding the sides of your jaw and digging my fingertips into your skin this time, my eyes somewhat misty with my gaze as I hold your own
I-
You can't blame me
/murmurs as you call me out about sketching you should I see you makes, biting at my bottom lip before I lean in and brush my lips gently against your own
You're beautiful...
/sighs against your lips before I press myself then closer, my chest gently bumping against your own as I add on softly
If you think you won't be bored then go ahead
Undress me if you wish
It's nothing you haven't seen before
/kisses you again before I brush my lips over your jaw, my breath coming out shaky as i curl my fingertips into your shirt, tugging at the fabric of your suit and feeling how easily it slides under my fingers
Let me taste you... properly
No hiding, no walls, put them up if you like though. I'll just tear them down, right here, right now
/there's a subtle fire to my words as I speak, a promise in them I'm not frightened to voice to you, no matter what, its fierce and firm, much like a quiet storm
That is my promise, to my beautiful muse

@❆ – christopher bang. so what if it did?
maybe it was worth it.
/this time, however, i dont roll my eyes, because i figure that you're right, it did hurt, and there's a part of me that wonders if you'll catch that i dont that time
/instead i just admire how you look over your work, catching a glimpse of just how pretty the lines look, and it has me brushing my fingers up and along my jaw in thought
yeah that wasnt exactly my plan.
didnt even know who that guy was or what happened.
still sorry about that. in theory.
/adds on the last little bit in a quiet mumble, because im not entirely sure that im sorry for kicking him out of your bed, but i am sorry for costing you a friend
/that thought puts me down a dangerous slope, wondering if this is how it'll always be, me causing problems and being unable to exactly solve them
/my eyes really do lose a little bit of that light that's come to shine in them when im with you, and so when i sit and look up to you my gaze is a little dull when i raise a brow
/i stay silent at first, because of course you're reading into me again, its a little uncanny how you manage to do these kinds of things
doofus.
just because you dont see the little malfunctions doesnt mean they dont happen.
someone like me? i have to get good at hiding these kinds of things in my position.
but that doesnt mean im any less of a mess because god damn every time to look at me i feel like i could melt into a puddle right then and there.
/my voice is soft, and even if im not entirely back to where i was with my easygoing teasing, my arms slide around your waist and i snort softly
when i saw you you were posing for an art class and then i was a douchebag.
i dont think that counts.
what, do you want to see me , too? i'd strip right here and now if i knew you werent gonna go grab your sketchbook and draw me again.
/its only partially a joke, some part of me genuinely scared to see what you would do if you saw me, raw and bare and with that pencil of yours in your hand, because the idea of being drawn and painted too accurately, or at all for that matter, is a terrifying thought
there's plenty more to see. i would never get tired of looking at you.

@♛ – minho lee. It hurt when you rolled your eyes just now, didn't it?
/muses without even looking up from my work, shaking my head to myself before I look at the piece I finished sketching, part of my knowing it doesn't compare to the real thing so I want to dislike it, another knowing its art and fleeting and that's the beauty of it
Well considering you lost me my last friend and partner in bed...
/trails off as I grumble under my breath, shaking my head once more before I see that look in your eyes and it makes me frown, my lips pressing together as I watch you pull away
/waits for a moment before I end up sighing, pushing myself up from my chair and walking over to you, standing between your legs as I fold my arms over my chest, causing the shirt to stretch over my torso
You know that's not what I meant
I can see it in your eyes
You think I meant you don't feel the same, that's not what I was getting at
/unfurling my arms from over my chest I brush them over the top of my thighs before I climb onto your lap, slow and deliberate, my hands resting on top of your shoulders this time
Listen, I didn't kiss you in the rain and cry for nothing that day. I know... I know how you feel. What i was trying to say was you don't exactly just... stop functioning when I look at you or touch you
/lifting one of my hands, i run it through my dark curls, pushing them back from my face as I avoid your gaze, staring at your chest silently
But I can't say the same for myself
/lowers my hand to your chest, brushing over the fabric there before I close my eyelids for a moment, opening them again with a small laugh
Besides, you've already technically seen me
There's not much more to see

@❆ – christopher bang. i'll roll my eyes as much as i want, thank you very much.
just for that, i'll make sure go roll them extra for your sake, maybe they'll even roll out of my head.
/this time its an exaggerated eye roll that follows my words, very pointed and lashes fluttering while the whites of my eyes can be seen
/but when im done i have to flutter my lashes a little, blinking hard a few times because maybe i did go a little overboard with it, but oh well
i bought you something expensive because i saw it while i was getting fitted for something and i looked over and went "damn, chan would look really good in that."
and you know what, i have great taste so there's no denying you look /really/ ing hot in that suit.
/speaking with an almost growl-like tone to my voice, i still lean in so easily, watching the way uou almost seem to recoil from the way i speak in your ear
/your lips are so sweet, especially when you seem to be denying just how much i make you react, and it causes me to smirk against your mouth before pulling away
who says im teasing you?
im being genuine here: if you wanted me to you, you really could have just asked.
/flashing that smirk, followed by a wink, i raise a brow when you insinuate that i dont feel the same way about you that you do me, which causes me to frown again
/it hurts, it genuinely hurts, because here i thought i was clearly being different with you than i am with anyone else, here i thought you were aware of just how crazy i was for you
/but rather than bring it up or push the topic, i brush it off with another smile and nonchalance, letting you go and coming to sit at the nearest available spot, crossing one leg over the other and really hoping i havent planted myself in a pool of fresh paint while in this suit
sure, sure, take it off.
i'll get a show today, which will be perfect for the records.
/as you fumble with the buttons, i lift my hand to gently tap my temple, indicating that these "records" are really just my own thoughts and memories with another cocky little smirk

@♛ – minho lee. The only thing I can sense is you rolling your eyes at me
Which you better stop doing because you'll give yourself a serious problem considering how often you do it
/rambles on over just about anything I can to avoid what I know you're not going to let me drop, not if I'm still able to read you properly
Why did you buy me something so expensive?
You know I don't dress up, for multiple reasons
I don't even want to know how much this cost... I don't think I'll make that amount of money in my entire lifetime
/shakes my head to myself before I feel my grip tighten on my pencil when you come closer, the hairs rising on the back of my neck as you brush your lips by my ear, making me shudder
I didn't say anything
I just... just....
/my eyelids become heavy when you hold my chin this time, my lashes fluttering as my head tips back oh so easily, lips parting to inhale a short, sharp breath
Stop it...
/trails off against your lips, frowning to myself before I gently shake my head, trying to shape put if the daze you've put me in within just a matter of seconds
Stop teasing me-
Its not funny
/struggles against your hand around my wrist, shaking it a little bit but its weak enough an attempt it does absolutely nothing, so I can't hide the red hue on my cheeks
How you can be so calm and... and... clearly I don't affect you the same way you do me
It's not fair
/turns my head to the side a little, at least letting me look away from you before I sigh, dropping my pencil and lifting my hands to my shirt, fingers deftly undoing the buttons on my shirt
I should at least take this off before I dirty it anymore, ...right?

@❆ – christopher bang. thank you, thank you.
i work oh so hard and this is what i get in return.
/if you had been looking, you would've seen me roll my eyes, even if it was just playful, but i tsk softly while shaking my head over your words
/i end up just standing there and watching you, the way your hand moves as you essentially sketch me out of spontaneity, and when you're so caught up in it i cant even be bothered to be upset about it
you can sense those kinds of things.
you and i both know that very well.
/after you being able to pinpoint certain things about me, there's obvious reason for the doubt in my voice, my eyes rolling once more before i laugh at your confession
okay, yeah, maybe.
but you could at least take a little more care of where you sit your ?
im already going to have to take it to the dry cleaner...
/the worries i voice arent really even for myself, and even if i know you arent one to care about those kinds of finer things in life, there's a part of me that wants to be able to share it with you and give you those things regardless
/but when i hold your face in my hand, the pads of my fingers gently digging into the muscles of your jaw and cheek, there's something deeper in my gaze that flashes for just a moment, and then i process just what you say to me
/a very pleased smirk lifts my lips, and even when you pull and glance away from me, its clear that i will never forget what you just said, instead coming up behind where you are so that my fingers can run over your shoulders
you, huh?
there went your facade. gigs up. just be honest with yourself.
/leaning down, the teasing doesnt stop, not until i press my lips to the shell of your ear and whisper into your ear with the smirk even detectable in the sound of my voice
dont kid yourself, chan.
you can just say what you want.
/my hand slips to your chin, gently nudging it up so that you have to look at me, my free hand catching your wrist so that you cant immediately fight back, and i lean in to kiss you once more on the lips with a quiet murmur
where should i sit, huh?
your lap? you could sit on mine.
you choose, since you want me to you so bad.

@♛ – minho lee. you know, that's not a half bad cover plan
huh...
you really do have some brains instead of just being all looks
/mumbles as i really am genuinely surprised you could think of such a decent excuse to be here with me, though i don't seem to care if you'll be offended by such outwardly shown surprise
i can feel it he says
stop kidding around, you can't sense those kinds of things
/rolls my eyes but not once have i looked away from the piece of work i'm sketching, even in the initial stages its obvious how much care i put into it, representing you in each fine line i make
huh? oh
yeah, thanks again for the suit but you should have known it wouldn't last five minutes with me
/muses before i half listen to you talking about kissing, my gaze lifting a moment too late when you hold my face and i finally gaze into your own eyes
me...
/blinks when i realise what the hell i just said, frowning before i scrunch up my nose shake my head, pulling my face out of your grip and hiding it as i stare at my work instead
uh, i meant-
something else? anyway-
/shakes my head again and runs my hand down my face trying to cool off and ignore what i just slipped out for the simple way you held me and spoke to me
weren't you supposed to sit down? or whatever?

@❆ – christopher bang. easily could say that i was going to commission the artist that recently took me up as their muse.
im important enough, people think i like my face plastered everywhere.
its plausible.
/my lips linger against your own for a long moment, the taste of you truly so sweet and i really, honestly cant get enough of it, but i force myself to pull away regardless
i missed kissing you, but you missed kissing me too.
i can feel it.
/my words are paired with a knowing smile, its not teasing nor am i trying to play off being a know it all, its just me being honest
/when i finally do turb back to you, im surprised to see that look in your eyes, a certain desire, and i watch as you shove your other drawings aside for a new work place
... i really hope you know how to get paint out of clothes.
that was a pretty expensive suit.
/raising a brow, im teasing just a little bit, mostly because theres a parr of me that enkoys seeing the little things where you leave your mark, paint being one of them, its so perfectly you
you're sketching me.
i've been here five minutes and instead of letting me kiss you breathless you sat down and are sketching me.
/raising a brow once more, i tsk softly before coming closer to you, gesturing for you to look at me before i gently reach for your face, grasping your chin in my hand as i tease you
and here i really thought you missed me.

@♛ – minho lee. excuses like what exactly?
because i'm not sure i'd believe you or trust you to have made something up that's plausible
/presses you for answers a little bit because i'm nervous that you're going to get into some major trouble if you do get caught here
oh, uh, tha-
/i'm stopped from thanking you when you pull me in and press a kiss to my lips, the rest of my room, hell, the world melting away as i return it eagerly, my lashes falling shut as i return the kiss
i think you mean you missed kissing me
/mumbles against your lips just before you pull back, blinking as i come out of my haze and clear my throat, glancing down at myself and quickly doing up my shirt
huh?
/looks up in time to see the gauzy material covering your back, were they always so broad? my eyes glazing over as my fingers burn with the intense need to sketch you
oh--
yeah, yeah this is where i stay. it's not much i know
but that's the point in this place, especially when you came all the way down here
/points out as i brush past some of my old sketches on my desk and sit down at it, grabbing a water colour pencil before i begin to sketch you on rough parchment
/my breath hitches a couple of times, especially as i draw out the lines of your back, elegant and beautiful but sensual somehow
uh, you can sit down if you want
but i can't guarantee your clothes won't get paint on them
/warns as i don't look up from my work, the suit you got me already smudged with some paints from where i've been walking and leaned against my desk

@❆ – christopher bang. /when you open the door and just blink at me, i flash you a smile that feels more genuine than any other smile i've given people, and its even followed by a short laugh
/but then my eyes travel along your form, catching sight of the suit i had bought for you, but moreover the fact that you didnt even finish buttoning the front of it
you--
/just about to say that you look good, your fingers grab the front of my shirt and i stumble into your room, blinking a few times before my lips curl up into a smile
if someone sees me i have my excuses.
glad to know you missed me.
/that smile turns into a bit of a smirk, but the expression falls when you swear, then thank me, and i simply raise a brow and give a little tip of my head as i bring my hands to the front of your suit
as i was trying to say, you look good.
/snorts softly, giving you a small little tug forward so that i can press my lips to yours, and its just as longing as the first (and second) kiss we shared, my hands sliding down as i sigh against your lips
anyways...
i missed you.
/smiling as i pull back, i give a roll of my shoulders, humming softly while i glance around the room, and as i look around the sheer material covering my back is shown off before i look back
so this is where the artist stays, huh?

@♛ – minho lee. Wait what?
/asks as I look at your last message to me, frowning a little bit before I roll my eyes and put my phone down as I mutter to myself
How will be even find out which one I live in?
Dummy
/shakes my head before I look at the present I picked up from the front desk, a large box and inside a fine suit I could never afford, one that makes me debate putting on or sending back
/instead I put it on anyway, looking at myself in the mirror when I'm done and smoothing my hands over the fabric, hearing the door being knocked on just then
Huh?
Coming
/no time to change I leave the buttons I was doing up undone, walking over to my door and opening it, wondering if one of my roommates forgot their key or something else
Yeah?
Oh-
/blinks as I see you, my eyes widening before I step back a bit and glance around you, seeing no one else so I grab you by your shirt and pull you in, shutting the door quickly behind you
What are going doing here?
Are you mad?
What if someone sees you--
/asks in a rush and I'm so busy I don't get to think about my shirt being undone still, instead I'm taken aback at the sight of you in person when I really let it sink in
...
I mean thank you-
...for the suit

@❆ – christopher bang. /it doesnt take me too long to find out what room you're in, talking with the landlady and laying on some charm to get your room out of her
/she doesnt even ask why i need to know, and im thankful for a small handful of reasons, mostly because if my sister caught wind of what i was doing, she'd have my head on a silver platter
/thanking her rather politely, after all i have to play nice after getting what i needed from her, and as i turn away i tuck my hands into my pockets and very calmly make my way to the stairs
/taking one at a time, i try to stifle my sudden excitement at going to see you, a rush of adrenaline causing my heart to beat rapidly in my chest even as my shoes thump softly with each step i take
/i know i shouldnt be so open about it, but as i get to the second floor landing i pull open the door that separates the stairwell from the actual floor, a small smirk on my face
okay, she said room a...
/my brows furrow as i glance up along the door, making out the letter before humming softly, and i just stand there for a second
sure hope his roommates arent here.
/mumbles quietly before i lift my hand, rapping on the door with two knuckles before it drops back to my side, and so i wait
/im still dressed in the very outfit i had just taken pictures in and posted, and very proud of myself too, because after all you seemed to like the outfit anyway