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@ᵒ jake sim. thanks hyungie.
he murmurs with a small grin, glancing over to the controls of the stove and pondering for a hot moment. eyes widen in realization and hums, reaching over to switch it on and shift to a decent temperature. once the stove had been and the water began to boil slowly, he steps back from the heat.
oh, yeah. i do think the already prepared mix is better for the both of us. that way it'll have some sort of...taste? not too confident in cooking ah unlike jayie hyungie..
hesitantly snickers right after, looking over at you with a slow nod. heads on over to where the other glass cup is at and takes a hold of it, taking a sip too.
yummy. oh, how confident are you in the kitchen? i forgot...if anyone else is good. alright got it, the water is just now starting to heat up, it'll be a bit.

@ᵃ lee jongwon. Though it may be a short trip for you, in the land of the slipping in and out of unconsciousness, it felt like a dream for Taemin in the arms that held him. Drifting, he felt his body light and effortlessly carried in the waves of the "Ocean," wondering where it would take him; the idea of infinite drifting didn't sound unpleasant for the mentally drained omega. Then he felt the soft foundation of the 'sandy beach' below his body, a vessel with a fragility to it; he was safe in this uninviting bedroom with a person who could be the home he was searching for; he was positive he had known this home in his past years and lives.

Such a delusional thing to conjure, though is it so wrong, harmful to want that delusion to feel real. It's just an idea, something to fidget and stare at for days end. Would it be wrong to want to open up and have known you all his life? Would it be selfish of him to desperately want you while cowering behind his fear of commitment?

His mind was lost in the make-believe world; he swore he felt the sun's faint heat cup his cheeks, and if he peeked up at the glaring sunbeams, he would see that familiar glimmer of hope. Would the sun care about such an insignificant, broken vessel lost at sea? A bottle thrown overboard with endless rolls of rough paper, filled with unspoken emotions and thoughts, tainted with smudged ink from salt deposits from sparse droplets from the heavens above, all stuffed, forcingly fitting into the small opening of the bottle. Would the sun flutter an eye, bother reading and listening to this broken vessel? Would he want to love him, all of him, his emotions, and thoughts? Would the sun still want to cup his cheeks with his cold, sweaty palms?

Taemin's cat sat at the foot of the bed, by your feet, and purred loudly, trying his best to comfort the two with the soothing vibrations of his cords; the little feline only wanted the best for the two humans, feeling the ache and pain suffocate the small, enclosed space. Ddaeng pounced himself onto the edge of the bed, wanting to help more than just his faint purrs; he nuzzled into the crook of Taemin's neck, offering warmth and love. "meow..." The cat lets out meekly, shifting to rest half of his body on top of his passed-out owner's chest. His eyes meet yours, trying to send a message, "copy me....?" He lowered his head on Taemin's chest, closed his eyes, and continued to purr, knowing that the vibrations would be felt and would soothe the idol, wherever he was in his mind.

@ᵒ lee taemin. jongwon lifted your slumbering body off the ground and carrying you all the way to your bed, with a meowing ddaeng following behind anxiously. gently, he layed you down on the mattress, dipping under the weight, dull sounds of bed creaking originates from the movement.

the alpha's sharp canines are viciously gnawing on his bottom lip, enough to draw blood. the taste of copper spreading on the tip of his tongue when he off the sanguineous fluid from the cracked skin. the deep valley of vexation formed between his thick brows, restless dark brown orbs fixated on your recovering consciousness.

cold, sweaty palms cupped your face, your pale complexion breaking his heart immensely. while trembling fingers pressed to the curve of your cheek.

caught in a predicament of wanting to wake you up, call for ambulance or just allow you to rest.

@ᵒ yang jungwon. as you pull out the pot and fill it up, he rummages your cabinets for some glasses to pour the first glass of wine for the both of you, it wasn't anything fancy but it was something for the two of you to enjoy and that's all that mattered to him. easily stepping over to the sink and turning it off at your request with a quick motion.
i bought the already made carbonara mix to make it easier on us, but i was tempted to home make it.
but i did grab a few extra seasoning to add a bit of extra flavor if that's okay with you.
he moved a glass over to the counter closer to you and held one in his hand for himself taking a sip.
once the water boils i'll put the fettuccine in.

@ᵒ jake sim. walks on over to the kitchen as well, going over to the cabinets to look for the designated pot for the water. he opened one and reached over to grab a decent sized cookware suitable for the dish.
carbonara? yummy. yeah that’s fine with me!
nods in response and flashes a small grin. he takes a hold of the pot while going over to plop it next to the kitchen sink, switching on the water to fill the pot up to it’s necessary amount. once done as it only took a few seconds to complete, slowly bringing it to the stove.
uh can you turn the water off my hands were full.. and yea. i could use a little drink too while we do this.

@ᵃ lee jongwon. The sound of his door opening followed the cursing with his name; Taemin never woke up once; he was passed out cold on the washroom floor. Even when you held him in your arms, he didn't make any sound, his face stayed the same with no subtle changes, his breathing was shallow and slow.

His body had remains of cold sweat, with his fringe stuck to his forehead, and his mouth had leftover toothpaste, which was now dried. As you are in Taemin's washroom, something lightly paws your leg. It was Ddaeng, one of his cats, who seemed worried about his owner, and it meowed a few times as if asking questions. The cream-coated cat was looking at you, hoping to see that his owner was fine.

The omega's scent gradually intensified to its normal state, a sign that Taemin was waking up; his eyes slowly peeled open, though they were heavy.

mm....

He looked at you but didn't register who was there, holding him as his eyelids fell shut once more; he was relaxed in the embrace and the scent that enveloped him. The omega was so out of it that his mind was lost in the clouds as he was recovering from his intense panic attack, unsure if he'd notice what or who was in his surroundings.

@ᵒ lee taemin. invasive prick.

jongwon mentally chided, clear hesitation resonating in quiet knocking against the door when he could have clearely announced his presence with the electronic door bell. anxiety manifested in the constant shifting of weight from one foot to another, he waits for a couple of minutes more before pressing the bell. still no answer.

taemin was definitely inside, he thought, recalling their text conversations at the morning. there was no schedule for today and jongwon remembered deciding to ask the omega for an outing to the art museum. however, his call was met with a voicemail.

he waits, and waits. anxiety gradually crowding his forebrain. it couldn't be, the uncertain alpha held the doorknob and twisted open. a soft click could be heard when the door slowly opened.

taemin? taemin?

he called. the black bag he had shouldered on his left, abandoned on the floor while he scurried towards taemin's bedroom. the scent that engulfed him when he stepped inside the private space was overwhelming, it wasn't the usual pleasant fragrance and then blood in jongwon's veins ran cold.

, taemin!

jongwon was honestly terrified when he found you on the floor. his usually calm mien riddled with anxiety as he gathered you in his arms. tension left his body, when his heard you breathing, rigid shoulders slackening to discover you'd only fallen asleep.

[ selfpost/closed TW: /// For panic attacks and mention of blood from mate biting]


Taemin, with a calm facade, left the lounge; once out of sight from familiar eyes, his stride gradually increased with urgency, as if something was behind his trail, no, he was running out of time. He couldn't lose himself in public; no one else could see him in such a state, especially media outlets. They would eat and tear him and if they got news of him breaking down, they wouldn't see him as a human needing help; he was simply a money grab, a bunch of clicks to their articles.

The more he ran, the more his mouth started to fill with that phantom blood, the taste of his partner curdling in him. His breathing was frantic, and he skipped the elevator ride for it would not be quick enough. He pushed through the doors to the stairs and pulled himself desperately up with the use of the railings.

With a firmness, his body slammed into the front door of his shared apartment, leaving it ajar as he was losing the ability to think logically, with the panic taking hold of him. He made it to his room; this time, he managed to shut his bedroom door and fetched the drawer of his night table, pulling his medication out. The omega's hands were trembling, and once he popped the pill onto his palm, it bounced everywhere, thankfully it managed to stay on his cold, sweaty hand.

He grabbed the cup of water he always left on the table, and flicking the pill into his mouth he chugged the water. The rush of water was not what it appeared to the omega. Instead, it was a hard, crashing wave of blood filling his mouth, making him sick to his stomach. He spits the water along with the pill onto the floor, body shaking out of his control, he couldn't think, it was too late....

His breathing was uneasy and shallow, as if his lungs were fighting for air, as if the room was running out of oxygen and the tears started strolling down his cheeks with a mind of their own.

The blood...he needed this taste out of his mouth....now...

He slowly made his way to his separate washroom, hands gripping the edge of the sink till his knuckles turned white; he grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste tube; a plentiful amount of paste covered the bristles. Jamming the toothbrush into his metallic-tasting cavern, he brushed hard, wanting to wash away the disgusting taste.

The panicked man stumbled back, his broad figure meeting the wall and sliding down until he met the ground, his tears still unstoppable as he hiccups around the teeth-cleaning device. Nothing, it did nothing to remove the phantom sensory; it only made it worse, and once he had enough, he tossed the brush, spitting out the foam of the toothpaste on the floor.

A cry broke out from the hybrid, his body curling into himself as he rested his head against his forearms, fully accepting the panic attack along with the draining aftermath of it. Recalling voices of the past.....

"I'm okay...Taemin...its okay...Look at me..." His partner reassured him.

"I didn't mean it, I loved her, please don't look at me like that!" A man crying, pleading to someone for his innocence and to be heard by a single soul present that day. A young soul was there; he saw it all; he saw what he would grow up into if he ever wished to love someone so deeply. One day he could be pleading for his innocence to be seen and forgiven just like that man, if he foolishly and selfishly loved another.

@ᵒ yang jungwon. easily makes his way to the kitchen, setting the bags down on the counter and he hums in thought.
We can definitely start the pasta first, just boil it in water and we can slowly sip on the wine as it goes?
Begins taking the contents out of the bag and setting them to the side, balling the empty bag up and setting it to the side.
Is carbonara fine?

@ᵒ jake sim. his tail swayed behind himself lightly while he tilts his head, watching you with showing what you'd brought to his apartment.
oh, that's true hyungie. haven't had any type of pasta dish in a while either...
he moved over to the side and closed the door behind you once settled inside.
i.. that would . but good luck to us huh..? let's start cooking now or so? unless you wanna chill first?

@ᵒ yang jungwon. He waited patiently for the other to open the door but once it was open, he held up the bags and gave a smile.
It’s not much… but I figured some pasta and wine wouldn’t be too bad.
He stepped inside the apartment taking his shoes off at the entrance.
Easy to cook too so hopefully you and your roommates don’t lose a kitchen in the process

@ᵒ jake sim. once it was agreed that the two should hangout, jungwon made sure to 'fix up' his part of the apartment. it has been a while since they've talked much in person besides brief interactions in lounge or game room. not too long later, he hears a knock on the front door following up with jake's voice as he plopped down his phone into his pocket again, heading over to the door to unlock and open.
hyungie hii! okay!
he calls out while opening door, a gentle grin spread across his face as he waves to jakey and motions him inside.
woah-

@ᵃ lee jongwon. *she doesn't budge and turns her head to pretend she doesn't see us.*
heh....little princess....
*Gets up, thinking this was all a losing game, until an off-white cream cat strolls inside, looking like he woke up from his longest nap. He meows and notices the treat in your hand, he eagerly greets you by rubbing himself on your legs*
Ah, baby boy is awake~

@ᵒ yang jungwon. after going to the convenience store, grabbing a few items and maybe even a couple drinks, he makes his way back to his apartments, except this time he didn't go home he headed straight towards another members apartment, jungwons. with the bags in one hand he raises the other to knock on the door, calling out for the other.
jungwon! i brought snacks! and drinks!
let me in!

@ᵒ lee taemin. -there is a broad grin stretching his mouth, eyes gleaming with excitement while he held the treat. he watches you careful.
ohh, makes me want to befriend her more.
pretty little thing, aren't you?
-he comments in a soft voice, completely still, waiting for kkoong to come out in her own time.
of course, that is to be expected from cats.

@ᵃ lee jongwon. *lips curl into a grin, holding back from cooing at your cuteness. He hands you one of the tubes and kneels beside you*
She might not cooperate that well. Ddaeng, he'll do anything for treats and praises.
*opens his own treat tube and holds it under the bed*
Kkoong~
*he calls out softly*
They also know tricks, like paw and kissing you, but its a bit fickle with cats
*you can hear her tail flick against the floor, her golden brown eyes glaring at us.*

@ᵒ lee taemin. -he is abandoning his belongings on the counter, without a thought, immediately crouched down and crawling slowly towards kkoong's hiding spot.
-from the floor, he looks up at you with pleading eyes. he sits up, both upturned palms stretched towards you.
please. can I have some?
I want to play with her. I wouldn't want to disturb ddaeng while he naps.

@ᵃ lee jongwon. Oh I can't wait to look at them~ Maybe I can make some tea, and we can have snacks as we look over them together.
*Glances over at you, blinking a few times, a grin stretching out*
Yes, I have two, actually~ My other cat must be sleeping and sunbathing under the sun; he's a dad's boy, a cutie that will do anything for my affection.
*Enters the room, letting go of your hand*
I have treats if you wanna mingle with them
*opens a cupboard to pull out a churu tube.*
here

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@ᵒ lee taemin. -always the curious one, he looks around while following after you.
I do! since I thought you might want to look at some pictures, I brought my digital camera this time. they are mostly pictures of places, things.
-he holds your hand, smiling while looking at them. but he gets distracted by the special appearance.
you have a cat?
-he asked half-excited and half-surprised.
I would have brought some snacks if you'd told me. I love cats. wow, so sassy just like her dad.

@ᵃ lee jongwon. () wheezes so cute XD

-Taemin closes the door behind them, humming as his friend settles out of his outdoor attire.

Well yes you did, but look at you with your gear, a handsome photographer~ ah, thank you
-Blushes faintly, adverting his gaze as to recover but ends up smiling more with the peck.
We should take pictures no? Or....do you have photos already on there, I would love to see some of your work

-Gently takes your hand, tugging you into the bare apartment beside the scattered boxes. Before he can take you to the kitchen, his sassy princess cat named Kkoong appears in the hallway. Her tail flicked with annoyance at Taemin and his guest

Oh this is one of my babies, Kkoong~ she hates the world but is a precious bean.

She struts by, ignoring her owner's presence, and hides away under Taemin's bed.

@ᵒ lee taemin. [adore them. could have them for breakfast, lunch and dinner]

excuse me.

-he muttered stepping inside the room, making sure to leave his shoes at the entrance prior to entering.

I did say I would look presentable. you look pretty, as always, prettier even.
-he leaned to greet you with a peck on your cheek.
so, "friend" of mine. what should we do today?

@ᵃ lee jongwon. () heyyyyy I thought you like simps UnU

*Taemin's breath is drawn away, his eyes capturing every detail of the man he's been so engrossed in for the couple of days, you would think he would bore of him. But being bore, with him, is impossible. He clears his throat offering a gentle smile as he steps to the side.*

Good morning, you look.....dashing~ come inside.

@ᵒ lee taemin. [simp]

-he stood, shifting his weight from one foot to another while he waits. the camera dangling in front of his chest, with the strap around his neck. shouldering a small bag as well, since he'd gotten into the habit of carrying one recently. he smiled charmingly at you.

good morning, sweetie.

@ᵃ lee jongwon. () ughhhh so hot and cute

*Peeks up and makes his way over, wearing an oversized sweater for comfort, and a pair of sweats. Opens the door with a big grin, exclaiming lovingly*
Jongwon~

@ᵒ lee taemin. -he knocked on the apartment door.
some pretty angel with menacing energy summoned me.

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*settles inside with my cat carriers and a massive luggage*
*waiting for the movers to bring the rest of my belongings*