─ itaewon

@◈ kim chanmi ᴄʜᴜɴɢʜᴀ⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ () i hope it's okay that i moved it here ;u;

"Old?" Her eyebrows raised as she looked her over, pursing her lips as she shook her head a bit, giving a small smile after. "I don't think you're old, not even to reach for your dreams." She retorted as she matched Chanmi's pace. "You're doing great then unnie. Being able to do what you love and if it makes you happy, then that's good, that's everyone's dream." For a moment, she forgot about her own concerns until it came creeping back, making the redhead sigh softly, gripping onto the handle of her bag. "Although I feel like it comes with a lot of pressure, doesn't it?"

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ They'd been walking for quite a while now, and Jaechan was wondering if maybe he should stop following them. His heart was, of course, fighting these thoughts, guiding Jaechan through the unknown building-filled street. Every once in a while he'd take a quick look around, wondering where exactly they were headed. Jaechan knew all too well their addre- ah but not that he was one of those creepy stalkers that enjoyed peeping through people's windows!! It was truly an accident. After one of their early fan events, Jaechan had the courage to follow them for the first time, hoping he'd get to be around Jaeyun a bit longer. It was only way later he found out there were actually headed home, and just as they entered said building, Jaechan had already turned around, walking his way back. He was obsessed, but he had no intention of becoming of *those* people. And ever since then, whenever the boys were headed to that same street, Jaechan simply went home.

Today was not the case however, and that's why he was a bit more bold and allowed himself to follow them through these streets. 'Maybe there's a hidden shop I just don't know about', he justified his actions like that, in a way. They weren't walking as fast now, and by the looks of it, they were in a purely residential street, which is why there weren't many people around, and why Jaechan had stuck to keeping a wider distance between him and the duo. This of course meant he couldn't hear what they were talking about, or even decipher just where they were headed to.

It all ended once they stopped in front of one of the houses. They began to go inside, and as Jaechan realized this must be a friend's house or something, he gave up on following them and turned to head home, a disappointed expression on his face as this meant he didn't know when he would be seeing Jaeyun again.

What he didn't expect was the strong grip on his wrist that followed. For a split second, Jaechan believed he was getting robbed, or maybe even kidnapped, who knows, but that thought quickly dissipated as an all too familiar figure was now dragging him somewhere. "Hee-". 'Shush. Don't let him know you know him, idiot."
Well, to be fair, it didn't really look like the boy was going to allow him much time to say anything, and so he probably didn't even hear him. 'That's okay, he doesn't kn- wait, but why is he-' He found out. There was no other explanation. From the weird looks Jaechan was sure he'd given him earlier (thankfully he hadn't imagined things, as it's not uncommon when sleep deprivation settles in), and now to this. This was it, he was done for. God knows what would happen next, if he was going to keep him there and call the police, if he was going to beat him. Neither of those sounded very appealing, and Jaechan hated confrontation more than anything else in his life.

"P-Please, I can exp-" He was cut off. His back (which was sure to be at least a tiny bit bruised) was roughly pushed against the unfinished bricks of this random wall, in this random alley, his arm (which, granted, was soon to turn purple from the strong grip the other had on it) had been forcefully dropped by his side, his other option for escape cut off by the boy's hand right next to his face. He could only stare down in shame, a faint blush covering his cheeks as embarrassment from the whole situation filled his mind. He wouldn't dare to make eye contact, specially not when the other was this close.

Jaechan had a weak heart, which had only ever beaten this fast for one person and one person only. Was it fear or..?

The boy's harsh words and tone had only caused him to shrink even more, flinching every once in a while everytime it looked like Heeseung was finally going to hit him. He was only able to process the other's words a couple seconds after, the fear of being hit causing him to completely shut off.

He knew him? Between all the other fans who loyally followed them to multiple events...? 'This can't be happening. I'm doomed'.
He was going to tell the police about this, or worse, Jaeyun, and not only would he be arrested and labelled a creep, but Jake would only know him as a stalker, all the emotions he'd pilled up over the years thrown in the nearest trash can.

"L-listen as I said I can ex-" Nope. No room for a comeback. The boy just kept spitting words at him, his face coming closer and closer (this, only on Jaechan's mind or not, seemed impossible. The initial distance already felt well... nonexistent. So how he was now feeling his breath on his lips, skin almost touching, he didn't know. He couldn't possibly be any closer).

The shame kept him quiet, the faint blush from earlier now a deeper shade of red, and it painted not only his cheeks but also his ears which were of course on fire by now. He couldn't quite keep up with the other's train of thoughts.

'He'll tell Jake unless I stop. But- I can't. I just can't, there's no way that's a possibility for-' and Heeseung seemed to be reading his mind just then. Of course he wouldn't be able to follow with that, Jaeyun was his whole life. He had given Jaechan a purpose in life and gotten him out of the darkest place he'd ever been. Without Jaeyun... there was no Jaechan.
But he didn't even have enough time to finish this thought as his face was met with (way too soft for his liking) fingers, prompting Jaechan to look back at the person he was facing. With his flushed face he tried doing just that, but quickly found the floor to be a view more of his liking (well, not really, but it was surely a more comfortable view in this situation).

Before he was even able to process, this hand which seemed to be imprisoning him just a second ago was stretched out towards him, an expectation in the air. What could he even do? Refuse. No, he couldn't. He couldn't risk losing Jaeyun. If this is what he had to do to continue admiring him.... so be it.

With a slight look of disdain, Jaechan reached for his phone, placing it in the other's hand with a certain level of fear. He was about to be blackmailed. 'You're mine now' those words scared him. What was he going to force him to do? Jaechan never payed much attention to Heeseung, he would have no way of knowing what he was like. He did felt a slighty tinge of hatred towards him, but that was fully because said boy got to enjoy Jaeyun's company almost 24/7, was able to watch him smile, to hear him laugh, up close. Hell, he lived with him. Jaechan was definitely jealous, and that didn't help this situation at all. He surely didn't like him right now. As the device was now in the other's hand, the figure typing around what Jaechan imagined to be a message to his own number, he managed to mumble a few words, all the while still maintaining the intense stare contest with the dirty concrete by his feet.

"What are you planning to make me do...?"

@◈ park jaechan⁻ʳᵃᵈᶦᵒ ʰᵒˢᵗ He could internally laugh at the desperation he thought he saw on the man's face as he followed along as he knew that he would. These kinds of people were predictable, they wouldn't stop until they were satisfied with what they would give them. It happened a few times, over-excited fans would follow them, one even attempted to break into their house once. Heeseung never knew what to do with those types of people, did he say something? It wasn't like they had security, they were still only trainees so the company wasn't willing to pay for those kinds of expenses just yet. In actuality, no one knew that they were trainees in DSF yet, it had never been formally announced and the two boys always avoided talking about it to their fans just in case things never panned out. So, usually, Heesung had to be the one to put a stop to it, but it was never just one specific person that they targeted, it was usually a group.
It almost would have been preferrable that the man was following only him, at least that way he didn't have to worry about Jake whatsoever, but he could feel the over-protectiveness in him beginning to show while turning his head to glare at the man.

After a few moments, they reached their friend's house, and Heeseung smiled sugary sweet at Jake, his eyes lighting up as he squeezed his step-brother's hand reassuringly the other man laughing a little out of breath at how fast they had walked. "Minoh is waiting for us inside, but I think I dropped my keys, you go in okay? I'll follow quickly." Grinning Heeseung gently ushered Jake into the apartment. Once he was inside, Heeseung immediately twirled around walking with thunderous steps towards the man who had been following them, his hand immediately creating a vice grip around his wrist so he could escape before pulling him into the next alley.

"I know you, you're at all our events, no matter where we go, you're there. I know that Jakey doesn't know that, but guess what, I do..." He whispered, one hand beside the man's head against the brick of the apartments a street over, towering over the other man by a full three inches. The man was quite attractive but Heeseung wouldn't allow that to deter him from his mission. "You know what, I don't care what you're doing, but if I were you, I'd stop. Jake doesn't like people following us too closely." his nose was almost touching the others before a devilish grin made its way onto his features. "Wait no, I think that you wouldn't be able to follow those guidelines, would you?" He teased, reaching his fingers down to tilt the mans chin up. "I get it, obsessions hard, You thought you were managing it so well, didn't you, little stalker?" He cooed. "Well, I'll let you continue to stay by his side, but you need to do what I tell you. Otherwise, I'll tell Jake about your activities. Trust me, I know your face, could pick you out in a crowd, but just in case." He stopped speaking, got his phone out and took a picture of the other man. "There, now, there isn't any way for you to deny it. You're mine for now, now give me your phone number, I'll need a way to text you details." He murmured, holding his hand out for the mans phone not wanting to give his own in case he try to destroy it to get rid of the image.

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ A lone sigh escaped Jaechan's lips once more, the lack of sleep seemed to be finally catching up to him. He'd used this software for years now but for some reason the buttons were all starting to look the same. He had created a saturation layer instead of a vibrance one, and that alone was confusing enough to take him over 10 minutes to figure out. Sure, he usually used some pre-sets he had created to save some time, but today the weather was basically working against him, and therefore he had to do everything from scratch.

Open file, create x layer, edit y layer, add z effect. It was tiring but worth it. Not that the subject needed any editing, no, on the contrary. His natural charm deserved to remain untouched, and so Jaechan only ever edited the colors a bit and the light around him, making sure he was the focus of every picture. Well, to Jaechan he'd be the sole focus no matter what else had been captured by his lens, but he understood that not many (if any) of his followers felt the way he did about *him*, and therefore he wanted no distractions. He knew he wasn't supposed to do this, specially if he wanted to keep the picture as natural as possible, but since his camera already added that magic touch of depth, Jaechan made sure to emphasize the blur behind his muse, further making him the main focus for that purpose exactly.

Jaechan was nodding off though, his head slowly falling victim to the force of gravity as his eyelids gradually blocked more and more of what little natural light was coming in through the windows. He had been doing this dance of dozing off and waking up startled for a few minutes now, and it was finally time to accept he wouldn't get much more done, so he packed his things back and nestled his attention on his lost forgotten cookies. He was feeling thirsty, so he distractedly reached for his cup as he scrolled through twitter (it's probably good to mention every single person he followed was also a Jaeyun fansite. Even though there weren't that many, Jaechan took pride in being the only one with pictures from today already uploaded. It's as he had thought earlier, 'simple fan' wasn't enough to describe him, and no one else felt the way he did towards Jaeyun, that he was sure of). He did reach for his cup but... it was empty. He had unconsciously finished it.

Casting a quick look at the boys to make sure they weren't planning on leaving soon (which if they did, it'd be unexpected. They usually stayed for a while), Jaechan got up, making sure to bring his wallet with him, and made his way to the front of the cafe. He stood in line for less than a minute before it was his turn, but something felt off. Just as he was about to place his order, the not so quiet sound of chairs being pushed back turned him around, and the two he'd been 'following' (Jaechan hated that word but if he's being honest... there's no other way to describe it) were halfway out the door, one's hand wrapped around the other's wrist. Jaechan could've sworn the other member of the duo, Heeseung, was basically glaring at him, but surely it was just his imagination. Unless.... he found out Jaechan had been following them around. 'No no, that's impossible. I always wear different clothes and give them their space.... it's impossible... right?'.

He didn't know what to think, but his body reacted faster than his mind processed all of this, and he ran to his table, gathering whatever things were still left out and practically dashing towards the door. Once outside, he looked both ways, heart tightening as he had been expecting to be staying with Jaeyun a bit longer, and now he was nowhere to be found. ' it.' He chose a random direction and prayed, his grip on the left strap of his bag tightening as he erratically searched for the familiar figures, eventually finding them in the distance. 'Are they running? How-' he didn't have the time to think about stuff like this. He simply hastened his pace until he was at a somewhat safe distance, onc where it would at least be difficult to lose them again. And this continued for a while, Jaechan followed to duo around for a couple more minutes, making sure to blend into the croud.

Again, he could've sworn Heeseung was looking back, looking for something. But surely, it couldn't be him.

@◈ park jaechan⁻ʳᵃᵈᶦᵒ ʰᵒˢᵗ (might fix in morning, half asleep writing this lmfao)

@◈ park jaechan⁻ʳᵃᵈᶦᵒ ʰᵒˢᵗ It had been so long, and Heeseung had held back tears during the entirety of the fan meeting. It was something that Jaehyun and himself had pooled their savings together for to help their fans feel like they hadn't been abandoned. The pool of their fandom wasn't large, but they had amassed a solid and loyal group of people. They had only been idols for a total of two years as a group, the rest had been spent as trainees, yet, the love that they received was astounding. It was something that gave him butterflies every time he thought of it. Although he didn't have all the graces his stepbrother had or even the smarts, he had a phenomenal memory.

The phenomenal memory is what made it so that Heeseung could recognize their fans. It had been months since they had any official events, and he could have sworn he saw the guy at their last busking session in Itaewon but when he looked again he was gone. This time, however, no, he wouldn't be mistaken. The guy had such pronounced features, and by pronounced, he meant striking. The man almost looked like he could be an idol himself. It made him giddy that not only did they attract girls but also guys. This one interested him because of his dedication to making sure he was there to support them. Heeseung could only think that he felt honored that the man was paying them his attention.

It was on the way to the cafe that he realized that the man was headed in the same direction and it made him wonder if this was a coincidence or a planned stakeout. Heeseung didn't let on that he knew the guy, peering at him from beneath his lashes as he continued his conversation with Jaehyun. He almost wondered what about them had him so mesmerized. It was only upon close observation which was ultimately rare, but one which he pushed further by whining to Jaehyun that he was still hungry and that he wanted a warm drink this time rather than cold because it lasted longer. Of course, Jaehyun allowed him to get everything he wanted, however, he also took the opportunity to get more comfortable, covertly watching the man who was focused on his computer.

It was whenever Jake was looking away or focusing on his food that the stranger would lift his head, eyes peering into what felt like Jake's very soul. It was in that moment that Heeseung released a hefty sigh, one that had Jake reaching up to his hair. It only deepened the frown on Heeseung's face because he knew now, this man wasn't here for them, not even him, it was all for Jake. It had Heeseung jutting out his bottom lip, but he didn't whine, just stared daggers at the mans face, annoyance only increasing when the man wouldn't so much as glance at him.

Abruptly standing up, Heeseung took Jaehyun's wrist in his hand and tugged him up and out of his seat, glaring at the man who was now staring so intently at his laptop. Sighing, Heeseung rolled his eyes, snorting as he drug Jaehyun out the door telling him that they need new scenery making sure to drag him far away from any peering eyes.

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ To call Jaechan a simple fan was the same as calling tomatoes fruits. Technically true, but also so so so wrong. A simple fan wouldn't follow their idol around everywhere. A simple fan wouldn't know every piece of information about their idol by heart. No, 'simple fan' was nowhere near enough to describe Jaechan. There had not been a single fan-event, concert, busking event, nothing, that he had missed, Jaechan had made sure he dedicated every single second of his time to, well... *him*. And who is this person Jaechan had been obsessed over for the last couple of years? None other than Shim Jaeyun.

Jaechan had found out about the boy while mindlessly looking for a stream to watch, just to pass the time. And there he was, playing with some friends; what game you ask? Jaechan had no idea. He was not at all interested in games, at least never before that. But ever since that fateful day Jaechan found himself tuning into his streams every time, even going so far as to play those games himself in the hopes it would bring them closer in the future. A couple of months went by and Jaechan's well, obsession as most would call it, only grew bigger and bigger. It wasn't until the boy stopped streaming (for the reason Jaechan would later find out was actually that he had become and trainee and therefore wouldn't be able to stream as regularly, or even at all), that his obsession reached its peak.

He had now access to busking events, fan events, fan calls, whatever you could think of an idol doing, Jaechan was there. It was one of the reasons he had decided to open up his own radio show actually, all so he could control his own schedule and be 100% available at all times. This further deepened his infatuation for the boy. He had followed him, and consequently his step-brother (as he would later find out of their connection) around everywhere, taking pictures, writing about him in his blog (or as most would call it, his fansite blog). To a normal person, this obsession was nowhere near healthy (not that an obsession can be healthy, but we all get what I meant), but to him it felt as pure as genuine as your first love. That's what it was for Jaechan.

And that's why he was here in this precise moment. The boys had just finished a very long and most definitely tiring fan event, and where headed somewhere by themselves. Jaechan did feel like a stalker at times, following Jaeyun around like this, but he couldn't really help himself. He wasn't planning anything, he would just do whatever he could to spend more time looking at him, admiring him and what he most loved about him, his kind personality. However, he always made sure to keep his distance, stepping back whenever either one of the duo looked anywhere close to his direction, making sure he wasn't overstepping and abusing his luck.

For now the boys stopped by a cafe they were somewhat regulars of, and Jaechan had, of course, followed them in. It was lucky for him, they didn't seem to remember is face all that well even when he attended all and every event they held. In truth, he didn't know whether to be grateful or hurt by this fact. Nevertheless, he made sure to wear simple outfits and a mask over his mouth as most people use these days, just in case. And today was no different. Jaechan ordered a cold tea and some cookies to keep him company, the boys usually stayed for a while anyway, and he had been feeling hungry for a hot minute, even before the fan meeting started (but he, of course, refused to leave his front spot just to go get some food for himself). He opened up his laptop and began importing the photos he'd taken during the fanmeeting earlier, editing them to perfection so he could post it to his (fansite) blog.

@◈ shin ryujin⁻ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉʳ "She could never be mad at me!" Yuqi lies straight through her teeth and laughter. Her hands come around her face to cup her cheeks, lips pouted comically. "Look at my face." She drops the act as quickly as she puts it on, her friends contagious energy sweeping Yuqi behind her and into the club. Their hands find each other naturally, and she clings on greedily, and also to not lose herself in the crowd before the party even starts. "You spoil me, unnieee," she sing-songs while finding her chair by their table. "What are we starting off with? Vodka? Fireball? Oh! Tequilaaaaaa~?" Yuqi's fingers dance in the air as she speaks, shoulders swaying to the strong beat of techno music banging in the club.

@☾ song yuqi “Alright, now it’s time to relax, let loose I guess, but not so much to get Stephanie-nim on us. Still, we deserve to drink!” Ryujin grinned, leading Yuqi into a bar, holding onto the other girl’s hand amidst the crowd whilst she used her other hand to scoot their way over to the counter. “First two rounds are on me.” She called out, glancing over at the blonde then back to the bar, managing to secure a table for them.

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ /the sudden pinch, though not entirely displeasing, does a good job of getting my attention back into a clearer state. my fingers halt their movement, instead opting to rest lightly over the fabric of your jeans and my eyes follow your own gaze to the driver, though it lingers there only shortly before I direct it towards your window/
Can't argue that you can be quite persuasive
/I agree in a whisper, the small grin obvious in my voice as I feel you leaning further into me again, your breath tickling my neck as you speak, while your words tickle me elsewhere entirely/
Then I say he deserves a treat
/I whisper back shortly, tone low and dark. I finally pull myself away from you to get the wallet from my back pocket, sliding a bill to the driver and not waiting for the change before heading out, leaving the door open for you while swiftly scanning our surroundings/
Want me to wait out while you talk to him?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ //tenses up especially hard when a bump in the road bounces us both, making denim fabric rub in tight places and i squeeze at the flesh under my fingers, trying to remind us both to focus and not to anything stupid, especially with the way i shoot glances towards the driver in case he has had enough of us/
I'd be game. I'm sure he'd love it too, but will need some... persuasion. But leave that to me.
//the car takes a sharp left, that i know is the one right before your dorm, and i lean over to point a drop-off to the driver, coming back to you with a knowing look, nestling up significantly closer in faux unawareness and resting my head in the crook of your neck to make sure i am not heard while the driver parks the cab/
ed me out of this world and back, then made me breakfast. Such a good boy, you'd love playing with him. Now pay the good man, we're here.

(But I was gonna ask that... Why not have him join?
/as I say it, I slowly force my eyes away from your neck. though the hazy state of my mind makes it a bit of a challenge, I still manage to keep myself from leaning into your neck again. as I face you again the smirk is back, now tainted with curiosity/
Has he ed you yet?



YALL DIRTY FOR THISSSSSSSS AHHHHH WOO'S LITERALLY BEEN SENDING ME TO THIS ROOM WVERY TIME YALL MENTION SANG XD ALSO OFFENDED YALL DIDNT IN FRONT OF HIM. ALTHOUGH HE WOULDA GOT FOMO AND WOO WOULDA BEEN PUNISHED FOR LEAVING HIM OUT RIP)

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ If you do well, I might allow you your pillow princess moment for round two...
/teases a little, voice rolling off my tongue in a lazy tone as I keep my head leaned back and slightly tilted towards you. my own fingers tease at your inner thigh, thumb moving threateningly closer to your crotch with each moment/
Not sure I'd be the one he'll be watching
/my breath catches a little in my throat the moment I feel your fingers ghost over my zipper, but there is still a small smirk on my lips and they remain parted as I exhale slowly, gaze dropping to the prominent bump in your throat and locking into the clear and inviting skin/
But I was gonna ask that... Why not have him join?
/as I say it, I slowly force my eyes away from your neck. though the hazy state of my mind makes it a bit of a challenge, I still manage to keep myself from leaning into your neck again. as I face you again the smirk is back, now tainted with curiosity/
Has he ed you yet?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ You sound like a mafia boss making an offer, or worse - making me sell my soul to the devil. What do I get in return?
//if there is a slight hitch to my low voice at even this light touch, i pretend it never happened, but internally i keen towards it, my hand still exploring gently within the limited reach i have. a small smile pulls my lips apart, looking almost sad or dejected/
Of course, i would show you off, wanna make them all jealous like that guy in the club. Did you want to wake Sangie up so he can watch you...?
//my fingers trail over your zipper/
Or join us?

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ /as the man at the front finally drives us away from the crowded bar, I let my own head fall back onto the seat next to you, tilting it to the side to face you/
You know what you sign up for when you come to me
/I joked with an inaudible chuckle, draping my arm over yours so that my long fingers can lazily rest over the fabric of your jeans, not quite mimicking your own motion but instead pressing to the inside of your thigh/
Hmm...
/hums positively in response, keeping the half lidded eyes on you as I feel my body wanting to react to your wandering digits. the presence of the driver is ignored, or quite possibly forgotten, as I kept my focus on you/
Thats awfully considerate of you~ And I thought you'd be the type to show off...
/comments on the same voice register from before, low and a little raspy due to the alcohol consumption/
Am I not worthy of being shown off?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ //sniffs in your direction to double-check I'm not talking out of my and nods, looking somewhat forlorn/
You do and now i worry what *I* smell like...
//too busy to dry to sniff at my own cleavage i miss a golden opportunity to laugh at you for smacking your head, only looking up when you're already safely inside and taunting me, only rolling my eyes behind your back as i wait patiently LIKE A GOOD BOY for you to rattle off the address, turning slightly to my side in the seat and using the cushioned backrest to prop my head up finally, the world-spinning slowly calming down now that my head is somewhat firmly in place and i can try and gather all my stray thoughts/
When is it not hard work with you? Can't i be a pillow princess one time? Jus lay there and take it?
//similarly i also speak in a low tone, so that the words are not distinguished by our driver, who very conveniently turns up the radio in the car, some alt rock song playing - upon further inspection i realize it's Nickelback - and as much as i want to lean in again, i must hold back, instead just sliding a hand over your thigh, feeling around as much as i can without moving my visible upper body/
Are we going to your place? I'd invite you over in the trainee bunks, but Yeosangie is probably sleeping, I don't want to disturb him.

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Is that so?
/I ask, eyes down on you in expectation and almost disappointment when you pull away just as our ride comes to a stop just a couple of steps away from where we're standing. I let out a laugh at your jab but don't miss the dirty look the driver gives us through the rearview mirror. Whether it was your comment or the worry about one of us puking in his backseat, I don't entirely know or care/
- Do I?
/I let out as I slide into the car next to you, but not without mismeasuring the space and hitting my head on the car roof on the way in/
I thought you liked a challenge?
/I joke around, pulling the door closed behind me and falling onto the seat next to yours. I face forward for a moment, giving the man the company dorms' address and asking him to slip us in through the back, just in case any fans of the older groups are around. I would like to believe we could probably act sober enough, but better be safe than sorry. I then lean back a little into your side, thigh pressing up against yours and tone lowering/
Might have to work extra hard if you want me to you tonight, huh?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ //all but purrs in your hold, pawing at your chest like a literal depraved cat and gasping in faux prude/
Aaah, how could you speak such things of me! I am a pure and good boy, I was simply... inspecting your health. Have to make sure there weren't any inflammations. But i think the initial exam was cut short, i may have to check again - more thoroughly...
//my words trail off as i prop up on my toes and tilt my head upwards in turn, angling already, prepared to meet your mouth midway, the loud screech of breaks interrupting me, so i also pull away and blink back reality into focus, thankfully only other patrons, leaving the bar, are around, and they are also too inebriated to focus on us, as we aim towards the taxi you hailed/
By the way, you stink of vodka. What if you're too drunk to get it up?
//grins and nods obnoxiously towards your crotch as i duck into the backseat, making sure to slide all the way to the other side so there is space for you too/

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Should've kicked just that other .. If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen or whatever
/I agree with a small snort and a shake of my head, feeling the breeze slipping through the low collar of my shirt and adjusting it slightly with my free hand. your following words manage to force a loud laugh from me and my head tilts back for a moment before I glance down to face you/
Not sure why, but I'd have a hard time believing that~
/the playful sarcasm is evident in my low tone, my fingers giving your bottom a soft squeeze in response/
Unless you have suddenly given into the life of commitment while I was in the bathroom, that doesn't really sound like the guy who so skillfully shoved his tongue down my throat not even ten minutes ago
/I am forced to lean down a little as I speak a little closer to your face, only pulling away again to try and get the driver's attention as I notice a taxi passing nearby/

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ //i spend the whole 10 minutes waiting for you to get the shirt, making faces at the bouncer behind his back, which doesn't really help in any way when the door of the nightclub is slammed behind our backs/
They dont' deserve us anyway.
//shivers in the brisk night air, the sweaty shirt sticking onto me immediately/
Awh, Seungjoo-ssi, you wanna take me home? What if I don't put out on the first date?
//its the most underplayed threat, having in mind how i immediately tilt my into your hand, encouraged by the emptiness of this street/

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ /the slight grin only grows further as you push on with your words as well as your motions which emphasize our point, while seemingly attempting to pinch down a few more nerves of said man. I was about to bury my face back into your neck but we were unfortunately interrupted yet again, this time by a bouncer./
/I let out a sigh with a roll of my eyes, realizing that between the issue with the deaf man from before, this new bastard and now getting 'invited out' tonight really was not meant to be spent here. At least we managed to get a few drinks in. As the bouncer continues to keep a strong gaze on us, urging us to move, I finally pull myself away from you and off the bar stool./
With the way the night is going, i'd probably get a ticket for public indecency if I don't get it...
/I say, looking up at the bouncer and motioning to the bathroom as if to confirm if I was allowed. he seems to consider it for a second but offers a nod anyway before proceeding to us out, stopping by the toilets for only a moment, where my still drying shirt had thankfully been left alone. As we are lead back into the night breeze, I do up only a few of the buttons to avoid having the wet spot hitting my skin/
I'm guessing we're taking this home?
/I ask, once we are left along again, a bit more wary now that we're outside but not sober enough to avoid the hand that slips into your back pocket as I scan the street for a possible ride/

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ //my eyes minutely roll back into their sockets at the plush touch of lips on my neck, fingers immediately tightening their hold on your hair as i make a note to praise you for this decision later, before i have to focus back on the man talking to me/
You're too drunk to spell that word, go back where you were.
//mumbles to you from the corner of my mouth while the guy complains, begrudgingly sitting up straight when you push away, so we now both try to focus hazy glances on the loud problem/
//shakes my head to reiterate how bad jealousy looks, draping myself over you and effectively handing off your shoulder/
Yep, see, we are so dashing, because we're not jealous~ We only attract beautiful things~
//drags my fingers down your chest as if to demonstrate said "beautiful things", lean digits running over dark ink, but the whole performance is cut short by a burly bouncer striding over after he noticed the commotion, using his head to point towards the door, and even my puppy eyes won't make him change his mind/
Okay, okay, fine... Are you gonna be hunting your shirt, or is it finders-keepers on that?

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ I have a few tricks up my sleeve to make you feel special-
/the reply spills from my lips, keeping my eyes on you even as you glance sideways and back towards the bar, yet, your attention seems to quickly snap somewhere else as the tug on my hair forces my face down instead. although initially confused as the complaints behind me go entirely unnoticed, my slightly clouded brain doesn't allow me too much thought as I instead get drawn in by the scent of your cologne, my lips pressing to the side of your neck tentatively. before my teeth can get acquainted with your skin, your voice sounds again just above my ear. your words get me curious but the hold on my locks prevents me from lifting my face too much, so instead I glance up at you questioningly/
What's up? We got a voyeur?
/my own lips twitch up into a grin at the sight of your own and I finally push a little against the hold to get a glimpse behind me as I hear the other man getting slightly more agitated, and finally, it clicks what he is whining about/
Jealousy is not a good look mate
/I say, voice low and not as articulate as it had been at the beginning of the night, but still definitely understandable. I hope./
Maybe if you stop throwing a tantrum someone will take you
/there is a quiet snort as I move to turn my back on him, shortly sparing his friends a quick glance as well, allowing my hand to slip back to your waist/

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@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ Way to make a boy feel special, Joo-ya.
//pulls away just a hand-span in order to reach between us to the bar and pick up a shot glass, intending to raise it up in a suggestion for more while using some cheesy line about me being the chaser again, but am soon interrupted by a person peeling from the same bar, right behind you, and obviously talking to us, something i can't yet hear; so i tug your head down, kinda smushing your face in my neck, in order to lean forward slightly and do a "huh" face at the person, realizing that he is making a fuss about is being "obnoxious" for the blatant PDA at the bar; to this i simply grin, already inebriated, and a demonstrative strip at your shoulder/
Why? You wanna join?
//behind him i can see a small group of his friends, men and women, also ogling us, but their intentions seem to be aimed in a different direction, one of them googling something on her phone, or texting someone so furiously fast that her fingers blur over... either that or the vodka is taking over/

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ /you are quick to deepen the kiss and my own hand instinctively rises to place a strong grip at the back of your neck, making sure to keep your mouth pressed to mine for a few moments longer/
/I hum lightly against your lips in commendation as I feel your fingers intertwining with my partly dyed strands. those are usually out-of-bounds save for specific situations or people, our current situation ticks the boxes though, something you're already familiar with by now/
Hm... Sure, I guess you can see it that way
/I respond as you finally pull away, still basking in the lingering blend left over my own lips and all the while keeping the long digits pressed to the back of your nape to keep the slight tension of the proximity/

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ Rrrrrrrrrright!
//quickly i mirror you, downing the second shot in quick succession to the first, dropping the glass next to the previous one, and as i look up, i am pleasantly surprized/
//this time i waste no time in "pleasantries", demanding to into your mouth, chasing the familiar flavor and warmth, but also the sting of the alcoholic shot, while my free hand tangles in your conveniently long locks to keep you in place/
Am I the chaser?
//grins obnoxiously as i stick my tongue out to across your lip/

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ What's this? A baby throwing a tantrum?
/I tease a little further, free fingers coming up to pinch at the low of your cheek, right by the corner of your currently frowny lips. the petty and not entirely serious insult is quickly dismissed with an amused smile as we both focus back on the newly arrived drinks. my movements mirror yours as my own glass is brought up to my lips and quickly tipped back, letting out a small 'ah' before locking my eyes into yours as you speak again/
Of course, go big or go home, right?
/the corners of my own lips twitch up as I push the empty cup away and reach for the second shot glass. this one is also shortly brought up before being downed in a smooth motion. my tongue briefly glazes over my lips to at the remains of the sweetened alcohol mix, waiting for you to swallow your own before reaching down for you again to get a longer taste of you now mixed with your own drink of choice/

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ Yes you can? Why not? I want itttttt.
//would have stomped a foot if i was standing upright, but i have to settle with a squint and a dirty look aimed your way, especially at the mention of the difference between our heights/
You're such an .
//my attention is soon caught by the array of shot glasses, arranged on a tray and sitting temptingly on the bar right beside us and i am quickly appeased, taking one of the tiny glasses/
Don't threaten me with a good time.
//the "clink" of the two glasses is unheard in the booming bass of the club, but after its done i quickly down the contents of it, the liquid burning down my throat for a moment, but i raise a second one after discarding the empty glass/
Double or nothing for the kick-off. Come on.

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ /I certainly did know you much better, just as I knew you easily had your way with people, especially with guys. thankfully for me, we both seemed to have a similar way of doing things, which is how we ended up in this casual friendship that sometimes blurred a little when one, or both of us, was in need of some company/
Can't give you everything at once, can I? Gotta keep you on your toes, though that shouldn't be too hard if you wanna reach my mouth
/I tease with a curt smile, allowing my tongue to peek out and at my lips just as the shot glasses are slammed on the counter and pushed in our direction, bringing my gaze to the barely colored drinks/
We got a whole night ahead of us, you'll get more of me after the shots
/I reassure with a quick wink as I slide your drinks of choice your way, before picking the first small glass up into my long fingers and waiting to drink it together with you/