theseelenine:

      “Yeah, yeah. Okay. None, none of that matters.” He waves his hand in the air to dismiss most of the words thrown at him before firmly grasping the other’s, clean- clean as can be, given his situation. “Just had too much to drink, dude. I’m good, I promise.” He was most certainly not good just a few moments ago, but now? Well. 

      With that, he puts on his trademark smile, dimples and all, and gives a look of what appears to be a moment of clarity. Retreating from out of the filthy alleyway, he carefully slips his hand out of Jaebum’s, and into his own pocket. “Hmm. My uh...my place isn’t near here, which is why I wanted to take a taxi home.” Not slowing his pace, he tilts his head back up towards the sky, taking in a deep breath of the crisp, night air. It help brings him back to reality, and with each step they take, he feels in control once more. Still slightly fucked up, of course, but in control.

      “Whatever. Just walk with me for a bit. I would say to stay with me at a hotel or something, but like, no homo dude.” The thought of spending the night with such a man opposite of him is both one that he would continue to think about in pure curiosity, and simply out of humor. “Oh. You know what?” A quick glance at Jaebum, eyes narrowing in realization. “What were you doing out here this late? Now that I think about it, you’re not like- you don’t, you don’t seem like the type of guy who...you know. Like me.” A gesture to himself, an up down observation of the other. “Maybe you’re like a vigilante, fighting crime at night so no one reports it in the morning? You look like a vigilante. Like Mr. Robot or something. Is that why our crime rate is so low, here? Because you’re out here fighting crime and shit? No, no, wait.” He raises a hand, giving no room for the other to interrupt as he continues his tangent. He’s fully stopped in his tracks now, hand on his hips, eyes focused on Jaebum’s feet. “Maybe you’re just yeah. You’re probably just getting some fresh air after being plagued by the thoughts of how our world hasn’t gone to shit, but was shit in the beginning and has little to no chance of recovering now that our world leaders are fucking idiots. Maybe that? Maybe?” A pause for air. “...or was it just your beta Jae sense telling you to come find me? I’m rooting for that one.” He reaches for the other’s hand once again, smirking proudly to himself. “No homo, of course.” 

❤ 좋아요 45개

“why are you hiding from me, jaeyoon?”

“i’m not.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“okay...just. just give me a moment to myself...please.”

“you and i both know it doesn’t work like that.”

“...right.”

a body lay in the middle of the forest. naked, a layer of dirt and sweat caked on his body, it’s nothing too surprising. a familiar face. it’s himself after all.

a soft kick to his side allows his body to move just enough, for the blood pooled up in his mouth to trickle out slowly. dark, sludge-like. disgusting. he would sneer if it were anyone else but him. alas.

“wake up.”

it would be more fitting for the situation had he jolted awake, sitting up, gasping for air. if he looked around with wide eyes, looking down at his blood stained hands. if he thought, no, knew that something was very, very wrong. ...alas.

eyes flutter open, there’s a moment of confusion as he takes in his surroundings; blood-shot eyes narrow, adjusting to the sunlight peeking through the thick canopy of the forest shining down on his face. he carefully sits up, hunching over with a sigh. wipes the sweat from his face and the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. it’s been at least two weeks. probably more, considering. there’s little that he can do at this very moment, so he spends some time simply adjusting back to this reality. he massages his arms, and legs, and works his way to standing up, walking around, stretching. he manages to vomit only two times during this.

it took him little time to find the change of clothes meant for him at the end of this. if you could call it a change of clothes, as it was more or less a pair of shorts and 5,000 won. ‘should have thought about this a little more,’ he mused, pulling the shorts on. he snaps the waistband against his skin, but there’s no sound. there’s no sound at all in the forest. no birds chirping, not even his own breath was heard. the only thing that is heard is a silvery laugh, filling the entire forest. admittedly it sends shivers down his spine, but he doesn’t allow it to see that. he looks up. and that was that. life returns.

he begins his journey home.

theseelenine:

      He fucked up. Or more appropriately, he’s fucked up. the entirety of the night will be something that will always remain a mystery to him, but for now, he’s focused on...whatever he’s focused on. the sloppily composed cocktail of drugs and alcohol he took several hours before  has destroyed what little sense of location he originally had. now? he is...well.

      he’s sitting on his knees in the circle of moss. it's dying around him, the once luscious green moss curling up, withering into brown. there's something, someone, something, someone, inside him, resulting in him retching until black, viscous liquid dribbles down his chin. “fucking shit, i am the one who controls you. you are at my whim, worm,” he pants, fingers leaving angry red marks as he drags them down the sides of his arms. “you and i both know that is not the case, jaeyoon.” “fuck you.” sardonic laughter fills the air, and he’s unsure of whether it belongs to him, or it.

      the sound of someone else brings him back to reality. his physical reality, at least. rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, letting them adjust to the sudden change of lighting. oh. “hey…” his greeting comes out sounding surprisingly sober, despite how inebriated he’s felt the entire night. “it’s beta jae.” he hasn’t forgotten. “what’s up? sure, i’ll hear about the world news.” he chuckles, blinking slowly. and he’s moved on. “hey, do you live around here or something? i don’t think i’ve been to your place before. is it cool if i...oh, wait. nevermind. do you just want to walk for a little bit? i don’t think i’m okay to drive home. not that i have a car, or anything. i actually don’t know how to drive. so i should sober up before i call a taxi, or something. how ‘bout it, beta jae? do you want to walk with me for a little bit?” ...yeah.

lavtiena:

He nods in response to her words, smile growing only wider as he continues to stare. “of course. making sure to keep me safe from anything that might come out at us,” he says teasingly. with that, they begin to move. hands folded behind his back, he steals glances at her every now and then, before making a realization. “what’s your name, sweet lady? been walking with me and we hardly even know each other. you’re not going to murder me or anything, right?” there, a thought planted in his mind, wondering if a woman with such sweetness painted on her face is secretly a mask for something else. the idea of it makes him look at her with fondness and curiosity, rather than something akin to a meal, or a toy. “i’m jaeyoon.”

jae mun become active challenge.

i’ll probably be active this weekend, and for a few more days after that, but i’ll be going to korea next week! so expect a drop in activity then...

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fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds.

grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt.

soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural disaster.

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      He stands on his balcony, cradling a joint between two fingers. nights like this were often reserved for secrets that never get to see the light of day; but as he knows all too well, things change. so, he’s left alone, wondering what exactly the night will bring him. naturally, he drifts to his phone, scrolling through his contacts in order to see just who he wants to make memories with tonight. and he manages to find the perfect man in mind.

gravltys:

     “Ugh!” Latching onto Jiyong’s shoulders, he gives them a hard pinch (though he makes sure to hold back just enough, always guessing that the other was..well, fragile.) “Come on, I’ll be right there making sure nothing happens to you. What did I even come over here for, then?” All things considered, he did show up at his doorstep without any warning. Alas. “We’ll go, look around a little, and then I’ll spend the night here to make sure you don’t get any nightmares or anything. How ‘bout that?” He squeezes his shoulders again, but in a more soothing way this time, then slowly begins to massage them with his thumbs. “You and me.” His voice grows quieter, smoother, leaning in ever so slightly.

i honestly cant believe ive written this much so far lmao

now to pray that i dont go on a two months hiatus or something 

meanwhile, please add me on discord for short ic interactions! @.godyoon#5018

      There’s a hint of frustration in the way he presses the start button on the dryer, with more force than necessary. To him, such frustration was completely justified. Damnable dryer breaking in the middle of the day, so that he was welcomed home by damp clothes that vaguely smelled of must. Disgusting, and an utter inconvenience.

      He takes a sit on the provided bench in the laundromat, huffing as he crosses his arms over chest. It’s akin to the actions of a child being told to be patient. In and out. He takes a deep breath in order to calm himself down. Doing so hardly leads to anything useful, as there’s hardly anyone in the laundromat; considering it being quite late at night, and in an area in which people never linger for too long, he was pleasantly surprised to see a young man walk into the building, along with a dog that was quite befitting for his small size. Despite all the elements against him, the one thing that will never fail to make the corners of his lip twitch up into a smile is a fucking dog.

      Knowing that he along with the duo would be both here for a while, he decides to hold off on introducing himself; not being too keen on small talk, it would inevitably die out, leaving nothing but an awkward silence until one’s load had finished, promptly bringing up a “SO!”, marking the start of another meaningless conversation. So, he allows himself this respite and closes his eyes, feeling his heartbeat steadily attune to the low hum of the machinery.

                                                                …

      Naturally, he would soon be surprised by the dog once again. Perhaps it was his fingertips, still having the scent of Hades’ last meal? Or the amalgamation of scents from all his pets? Whatever it may be, it’s gotten the dog sniffing his pant leg and of course, how could he deny it of doing so? It’s a bit small for his taste, but a dog is a dog, and as long as it comes for head pats and scratches, he will happily oblige. He reaches down to give it a good scratch behind its ears, cooing under his breath. And he sees the footsteps of what he assumed to be the man from before, coming towards him. “Jack Russell Terrier, huh? A good choice if you like going outside a lot and stuff. What’s its name?” ‘Oh, why not,’ he muses, looking up to meet the other’s eyes with a small smile. “And yours?”

      Crack. “Damn.” The window, much to his dismay, did not shatter. Instead, the pebble he’s thrown as created a spider’s web of cracks in the glass, but it wasn’t enough to break through. He purses his lips, tossing aside the handful of pebbles and rocks, and continues on down the path leading away from the abandoned house and near the river nearby. The dealer promised that he’d be here at least thirty minutes ago, and if there was any service in this damnable wasteland, he would have bombarded the other with messages and phone calls and demands that he throw in at least another gram for free. This place had been a pain in the ass to find without his phone (he’d realize that he’d forgotten it halfway to the place, and then proceeded to wing it the rest of the way there).

      He stumbles to the edge of the water, crouching down to look carefully at his reflection. But the squinting plus his dry, red eyes make it so that he just completely closes them, enjoying the feeling of just existing (and flying, and running, but those are in his mind). He gets so lost in this that the crack of a twig far away causes him to awaken from his quasi-dream state, falling backwards on what’s most likely the only patch of dry grass around him. “Okaaaaay,” he drawls to himself, groaning as he stands up. He assumes that it’s the dealer that’s finally arrived, what took him so long? Stumbling, stopping, and looking up at the overcast sky, he continues through this cycle until he finds his way back to their presumed meeting spot.

      And that’s exactly where he doesn’t find him. There’s a grunt of frustration as he picks up a rock once more, holding the damp stone in his hand as he walks around in attempt to locate him. At this point, he’s ready to go home and smoke whatever he’s buying until he forgets all of this (which, he really doesn’t need any help doing in the first place, with the way he is now). After what seems to be an eternity for him (which is only about two minutes in real time), he sees something out the corner of his eye. His dealer? Whipping his head towards the figure, he realizes that it’s a person. But taller. And also not old as fuck. What are they doing here? Is this even the right place? To him, there was only one way to find out.

      He chucks the stone, hoping that it would land next to the stranger (but also hoping in the back of his mind that it did), all while shouting, “Hey! You trying to buy some weed, too?”