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@ᵃ adam chng. () lmao if you wanna rp I'm up to it too xD

@ᵃ jung yunho. () aint no way orz welp thanks XD

@ᵃ adam chng. () i think you might got the wrong yunho

@ᵃ jung yunho. Cursing under his breath as a strong gust of wind attacked any revealed skin, which was only half of his face. His shoulders were bunched up to his ears as he stole a few long drags from his vape. If he weren't sharing a place with roommates, heck, he would have pried a window open and vaped in the comfort of his home. He wasn't a jerk, and so here he was, vaping on this rooftop, shivering as his skin started to shift into a scale-like appearance.
"God I hate the cold..." He muttered, manifesting that spring return faster this year.

@ᵇ yamazaki kento. It felt the world along with him was freezing into place. Jay wanted to do something, anything, run towards the body dangling precariously at the edge or even just pick up his phone so somebody else would know, somebody who could /save/ him instead of being stupid and useless like he was but- the words bound firmly to his mind, a constant whisper of what-if curling dangerous and squeezing until his muscles felt like lead. The only thing that seemed to be working was his heart, throwing itself around his ribcage in confusion and panic. What was he supposed to do?! What could... what would... he was drawing up blank after blank.

"I-I can't, hyung, we just met but..." His voice was cracking in all the wrong places, feeling like a child standing in front of a monument about to crumble and unable to do anything else except for watch, not quite comprehending why the sky was falling to pieces in front of his very eyes. "Y-you seemed so wonderful and I wanted to get to know you b-but I haven't... I haven't had the chance to learn why you're hurt! B-but I want to know about it so- please, please, give me the chance?"

Were these the right things to say? He didn't know. Jongseong was grasping at whatever straw came to mind, raw and panicked in hopes that something, something would cut through and delay the doom that seemed to be so certain now. "I can learn... I can help! But not now, not if you---" Words died off into useless struggling, some rivet of sheer panic finally, finally driving a wobbly step forward, hands sneaking towards the pocket where his phone was. "Please, let me help and don't... don't end it like this!"

@ᵒ park jongseong. The fearful quiver in his tone sent shivers of sliiightly sadistic excitement down Kento's spine. He was strung as tight as a bow and the Japanese relished it. It made him want to keep playing. His whites of his eyes not faintly tinted red, he glared at the other in feigned anger, moisture pooling on his lashes. His hands gripped the edge until his knuckles turned light and he forced his shoulders to tremble.

"Talk about what! What would you even know!", his voice was hoarse and his tone harsh, biting. His chest heaved and then a tear trickled down his cheek. "You wouldn't understand. There's no point anymore!! I just- I just want everything to end... I'm so sick of living!" Kento poured his heart and soul into his performance. He didn't try to look pretty, he let anguish consume every part of him and contaminate each tiny muscle in his face and body. Not ready to jump and end this game just yet, he continued to talk. "Living is s-so", his voice cracked, broken by a sob, "so h-hard.." The tears were flowing freely now and Ken felt genuine torment bubbling up inside him.

He quite liked his life, but everyone struggled occasionally. He had too, and it was those moments he thought of now, those moments of pain just amplified. He had once considered ending things. A long time ago, and not even too seriously, but he had. Oh, all the things he would have lost if he had actually done it back then... Now, in this little performance, he mourned all the things he would have lost and the grief summoned more hurt, more tears. "Just go away and let me end this..", he yelled.

@ᵇ yamazaki kento. Jay couldn't decide if his eyes were playing tricks on him or not. Was that... Kento? The same sunbae-senpai- he'd spoken to several times? He had never imagined from their light-hearted interactions alone that the older would be driven to... this- but then again, Jaeyoung did mention something about murder and... should he have known? Had the other been in trouble all this time and Jay had never noticed anything?

He couldn't help the way he froze at the words, each muscle seizing as if even the slightest shake in the wrong direction would send Kento teetering over the edge and then by gods, it would have been his fault. Wide eyes stare up with panic, tracking every movement just in case he really needs to pounce as a last second resort- but he wasn't really going to jump... right?

"Okay okay I won't just- please don't jump, hyung. We can talk about it, whatever you need, once you're away from the edge and safe-- please?" He can't help the way his throat trembles on the notes, brain fried mush from overheating itself in this situation, every hair on his skin standing on end. "Please, please, just, come down?"

@ᵒ park jongseong. Kento was slowly building himself up to jump. He wasn't in a hurry, and the steady bubbling of adrenaline in his veins was delicious. Sitting here, the wind in his face, he felt really... alive. He felt like he was one with the world and very little came close to that euphoria. His biceps flexed as he shifted forward just slightly and his breath caught in his throat.

And then- A fearful, stuttering voice cut through the wind. Kento turned his head to look at the person, his shoulder length hair whipping him in the face in the process. He squinted. Was that-- Jay? Kento forced down a laugh and then and there decided to play what he would later admit was a very cruel joke.

Kento gather up his 14 years of experience in acting and morphed his face into one of fear and grief. "Don't come closer !!", he called out. "If you make one more step I- I'm going to do it!"

Kento genuinely didnt want Jay coming closer. He didn't remember what his animal was... but if he fell over the edge there was absolutely nothing Kento would be able to do about it, and he didn't want to risk another's life. Poor Jay. Look at him, he looked a little panicked.

@ᵇ yamazaki kento. Sometimes Jay had the strange urge to be alone. Cosplay some romance drama character, stare out blankly into the skyline, pretend he was having deep metaphysical thoughts when he was really just fighting off sleep and the overwhemling scent of perfume in the shoot studios... stuff like that. When he had figured out that the door to the rooftop was in fact, not locked, it only made logical sense that he would eventually wander his way upwards instead of down at some point. It was windy but not freezing today, and he'd planned on having a pleasant little zoning out session, perhaps come out of it with a mild chill but his head also sufficiently refreshed. And the rooftop seemed ideal - not too large, sunny enough for him to feel the warm and empty except for a... person..... a person!?

Sleepy eyes stretch wide when he realizes that he was in fact not imagining the figure, dangling precariously off the side of the building on the wrong side of the fence. Oh god, oh god oh god. A thousand images flashed through his head and none of them pleasant, ending with many variations of red splatters on the side walk and /oh/, he couldn't just watch and let it happen, could he? Should he call the police? Could he grab the person in time? Oh, dang it all- "H-Hello? Are you- please don't - I mean. Uh. H-hold on, I'll.... come get you?"

@ᵒ park jongseong. The wind was no joke today. Kento had to engage all the muscles in his arms to keep himself from falling over the edge. And still, the riskiness of it was going to make him move to a safe distance. He had gone out of his way to climb over the safety railing, after all, and he was enjoying the view. The wind in his hair was refreshing too.

This was his second time up on the roof.

Given how much Kento liked to philosophise about life, no one really expected him to enjoy risky activities. He was considered a homebody by fans and family alike. Only his friends knew that Kento's confusion about life drove him to try out anything that got the heart pumping. Bungee jumping, sky diving, you name it. And then, after falling out of a plane, he would go back to philosophising about whatever new ideas the experience gave him.

Today was not just about sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling in the air, oh no that was too easy. Today was about jumping off.

He wouldn't die, probably. He'd googled around a bit, and was fairly confident he wouldn't break anything as long as he shifted quickly enough. The trick was to not let his human mass speed him too much. As a spider, a very very small spider, he wouldn't be at risk. Probably. He was about to find out!

@ᵒ kim taehyung. "Feel anything but," his voice is thick, gruffer with the cold but his creased brow eases at the sight of Taehyung's smile just enough to tug at the corner of his lips. Still the cold was quick to snatch it off, and he wrapped the blanket around himself with a grunt, offering an side out Taehyung if he wanted, nodding his head towards the camera in the omega's hands. "What's captured your eye tonight?"

@ᵒ min yoongi. It was, admittedly, quite cold outside. Taehyung had this habit of being able to adapt to the weather pretty quickly, cold being especially easy for him to ignore up to a certain level, one of which tonight’s temperature was nowhere near hitting. He snapped another photo just as his fellow member greets him, turning around and lowering the camera with a crooked smile. “Welcome, hyung. You look cute and cozy.”

@ᵒ kim taehyung. When Yoongi finally arrived on the rooftop he was wrapped up in three layers, wearing a beanie, gloves and a thick winter coat with a blanket bundled up in his arms. Taehyung was easy enough to spot, the rooftop vacant of all life save for his bandmate. He exhaled, watched his breath cloud in front of him and grimaced, brows furrowed as he made his way over. " 'm here, Tae."

@ᵒ min yoongi. Taehyung reached the roof rather quickly, standing out in the cold winter air in a basic coat and beanie combo. He had an older film camera in hand, capturing images of the scenery below while waiting for his hyung to arrive. Tae was standing beneath the covered section of the rooftop, leaning against the rail beside the end of the bar.

@ᵇ choi yeonjun. @ᵃ kim youngdae. @ᵃ choi san. sorry! long week ;; //

Hyunjin, always fashionably late, took a little too much time getting ready simply just to go upstairs on the roof and eat with some friends. It was more to feel good than anything, go through the routine he'd found calming. His phone buzzed to let him know his order had been dropped off, which made him realize he was, again, running late. So he stopped, and bolted out the door. with a coat, a scarf, and fingerless gloves, the two pizzas he wanted surprise his friends with in hand. His shoulders scrunched up once the door to the roof swung open and the cold air hit him, so he pulled his scarf up closer to his face. "I'm late, I know, like usual," he shivered, setting the pizza boxes down next to San's bag

@ᵇ hwang hyunjin. @ᵇ choi yeonjun. @ᵃ kim youngdae. Running a bit behind, San quickly grabbed the bag he’d brought in earlier from the convenience store with a few bottles of Soju, some pretzel sticks and cheese sauce to go along with it, and made his way to the rooftop where everyone agreed to meet, immediately setting his bag down on the small table that was up there. “Hey youngdae! Have you seen the others yet?”

@ᵇ hwang hyunjin. @ᵃ choi san. Standing at the corner of the balcony, Youngdae looks out at the night sky, enjoying the breeze as he waits for the usual group to arrive. He brought his contribution of a couples drinks and some snacks which were placed on the bar counter. “It’s cold, are they coming soon..?” he mumbled, shivering to himself as he glanced down at his watch.