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saorxsa​:

junsu: was your friend. junsu: now i don’t even know what to call us. junsu: long-time acquaintances? junsu: maybe he’s afraid you’ll swoop in and try to wrestle him into submission again. junsu: that’s kind of your thing, isn’t it?  

KI WOONG: i’m still your friend, junsu.. KI WOONG: even if you don’t want to believe it KI WOONG: i might’ve promised you space, but i don’t plan on giving up any time soon. okay? KI WOONG: ... KI WOONG: i wouldn’t do that to him. or you. i just want you both safe. is that so wrong?

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( ki woong ) #⍣ ╌ / my heart is a 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇪‌ bomb . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / junsu ii. )

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saorxsa​:

BOJING: no ? not that i’m aware of. BOJING: but don’t take my word for it. BOJING: can’t exactly say i’m an authority on the topic. BOJING: … BOJING: please tell me you aren’t planning to apply the theoretical to a real situation in real life.

XIA CHEN: why not? XIA CHEN: you're certainly pretty enough to be. XIA CHEN: that’s what you should aim for. XIA CHEN: honestly. XIA CHEN: something tells me you’d make a killing if, say, you turned your advice-giving skills into a legitimate business. XIA CHEN: ... XIA-CHEN: no? maybe? uh...it’s just an idea at this point and probably not even a good one.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( xia chen ) #⍣ ╌ / i’m a 🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌ boy from neverland . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / bojing . ii ) #xia chen: who? me? noooo

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saorxsa​:

bojing: i imagine it’d be a little like seducing a woman. bojing: wait. bojing: why do you want to know?

XIA CHEN: so, no secret man code then? XIA CHEN: what a bummer. XIA CHEN: ah. no reason ! just doing a little research.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( xia chen ) #⍣ ╌ / i’m a 🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌ boy from neverland . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / bojing . ii ) #enjoy huhuhu

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♠     /     SAORXSA

XIA CHEN: so. XIA CHEN: i’m just going to come right out & say it. XIA CHEN: how would you go about seducing a man?

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( xia chen ) #⍣ ╌ / i’m a 🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌ boy from neverland . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / bojing . ii ) #and offf he goes lol!!

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KHR WEEK 2019 ↪ Day 3 || Favourite character (male or female, Box animal, etc.) (2/2) Chrome Dokuro

#⍣ ╌ ( aesthetics ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( chrome ) #⍣ ╌ / i search for comfort 🇩‌🇪‌🇪‌🇵‌ inside . aesthetics /

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10th Vongola Mist Guardian

#⍣ ╌ ( aesthetics ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( chrome ) #⍣ ╌ / i search for comfort 🇩‌🇪‌🇪‌🇵‌ inside . aesthetics /

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chrome + pastels and pale

#⍣ ╌ ( aesthetics ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( chrome ) #⍣ ╌ / i search for comfort 🇩‌🇪‌🇪‌🇵‌ inside . aesthetics /

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flamaeternas​:

       (  A STICKLER FOR RULE BREAKING  )         is  the  moniker  most  commonly  given  to  him,  outlaw  and  delinquent  tying  for  second  place.  thence,  it  should  not  be ( ENTIRELY )  impossible  for  one  to  accede  to  the  possibility  that  encountering  someone  whom  he  believes  to  be  the  very  anti-thesis  of  what  and  who  he  is   ——-   someone  who  practically  oozes  staidness  and  humorlessness  from  the  nuclear  pores  of  their  soul   ——-    would  leave  a  S O U R aftertaste  in  his  mouth,  MARINATING  in  his  salivary  glands  until  the  temptation  to  stick  his  tongue  out  at  the  other  male  nearly  overwhelms  him.  but  as  his  self-control  is  legendary,  he  refrains  from  acting  on  it.  but  regrettably,  no  amount  of  self-restraint  or  criticism  has  ( EVER )  succeeded  in  holding  his  tongue  for  longer  than  a  few  seconds.        ❝  are  you  always  SO  …  prosaic? ❞   lucifer  replies  offhandedly,  the  quirk  of  his  lips  revealing  his  amusement  as  he  turns  an  impish,  but  quite  analytical,  look  on  his  RATHER  reluctant,  fun-seeking  accomplice.        ❝  i  can  guarantee  that  you  will  feel  so  much  better  about  your  existence  if  you  learn  to  lighten  up  some.  perhaps  you  should  find  another  motto  with  which  to  bear  in  the  dying  light  of  the  day.  something  along  the  lines  of,  live  more,  worry  less?   ❞   he  makes  a  swooping,  wide-armed  gesture  that  encompasses  the  crowded  street  stretched  out  before them,  intent  only  on  showing  this  poor,  misguided  fool  the  error  of  his  ways.       ❝  first  step   ——-   ride the  BIG  SHOT.  ❞     yet  another  excited  arm  gesture,  aimed  toward  the  gigantic  catapult  known  to  shoot  its  riders  160  feet  into  the  air   ——-   at  an  incredible,  jarring  speed.

  A GRIMACE OF DISTASTE marring his otherwise impassive facade – a facade he worked hard to maintain, thank you very much – royal barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the obviously mental … whatever he was    《 because he clearly wasn’t human. 》   “you sound like my wife,” he muttered, quite disturbed by the comparison and the likeness this stranger held to a woman who had, for as long as they had been married, derived an insanely large amount of glee from throwing him into wild    《 and wacky, demented … bizarre 》   scenarios not of his own making … and with nothing more than an obnoxious, shit-eating grin – gods, that grin of hers still gave him nightmares whenever he, you know, closed his eyes and tried to sneak into the land of sweet, blessed oblivion and precious, wholesome dreams. but for some reason, hypnos kept refusing him entrance. had to be keto’s fault. there was simply no other explanation for so many failed attempts. “say you’ve convinced me to join these imbecilic mortals in their ridiculous pursuit of thanatos – ” nothing could convince him they weren’t imbecilic or ridiculous for staring mortality in the eye and spitting on the fragile bonds anchoring them to the mortal plane. “ – exactly how would riding this so-called BIG SHOT help to improve my overall existence?” let’s see if this stranger with the impressive aura could pull off a miracle. because nothing short of said miracle could ever make him willingly ride that monstrosity.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( royal ) #⍣ ╌ / trapped beneath the 🇹‌🇮‌🇷‌🇪‌🇩‌ noise . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( flamaeternas / lucifer i. ) #honestly? i'm game #they clearly have chemistry lol!

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saorxsa​:

  WELL, that happened. Meilin — or was she Bojing now? Could she be? Should she be? — didn’t know Xia Chen nearly well enough to make any snap judgments about the boy. But even she ( they ? ) could tell something wasn’t quite right about the way he just … took off, his demeanor a little off. Had to be about whoever he’d received that text from, no doubt. No matter. She … they … damn it … would ask him the next time he whirled onto the scene, make sure everything was at least marginally okay. Right. Okay. Like how it was okay that she was inhabiting the body of a boy who she’d only heard about but had never tried to talk to before. Like how her own body was … gone. Somewhere. Wherever bodies without souls went, she supposed. It was enough to give a girl a complex. Stifling the urge to smack her head against the mirror — that damnable mirror with that damnably pretty face looking back at her ( him … They … Whatever ) — she took a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to work up what was left of her courage and leave the safety of the bathroom. And that was how she found herself in the middle of the hallway seconds later, hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.          ( Time to face the music. )

( END. )

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( xia chen ) #⍣ ╌ / i’m a 🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌ boy from neverland . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / bojing . i ) #yeeeeah buddy!!

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saorxsa​:

junsu: just leave it. i’ll catch up on my sleep later. junsu: well, stop. it’s not your job to worry about me. junsu: you think? junsu: why? what happened?

KI WOONG: ‘course it is. KI WOONG: you’re my friend. my best friend. KI WOONG: well, yeah. i can’t be sure. he’s being cagier than normal. KI WOONG: apparently he left home. out of the blue. and now he’s being all twitchy and evasive.  KI WOONG: i’m not stupid, okay? i know he’s hiding something.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( ki woong ) #⍣ ╌ / my heart is a 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇪‌ bomb . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / junsu ii. )

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saorxsa​:

junsu: i tried napping earlier. didn’t work out so well. junsu: uh. yeah. right. sick. junsu: don’t worry about me, ki-woong. if i get sick, i get sick. my immune system hasn’t taken a hit lately, though. so there’s that. junsu: good. good. i’m glad. junsu: really? junsu: how’s he doing?

KI WOONG: maybe try again? KI WOONG: i can’t help it, jun. i’ll always worry about you. KI WOONG: i think. KI WOONG: i think jin is in some kind of trouble.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( ki woong ) #⍣ ╌ / my heart is a 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇪‌ bomb . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / junsu ii. ) #the feeling is entirely mutual #well not the confusion b u t everything else is lmaooo

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saorxsa​:

junsu: hi. junsu: i’m fine. junsu: a little tired. but i’ll live. junsu: … junsu: you?

KI WOONG: you should probably get some sleep then. KI WOONG: i don’t want you to fall sick. KI WOONG: me? i’m good. KI WOONG: i ran into jin-woon the other day.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( ki woong ) #⍣ ╌ / my heart is a 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇪‌ bomb . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / junsu ii. ) #i love how awkward this is gsfgsg #he just naturally wants to take care of junsu xD

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♠     /     saorxsa

KI WOONG: hey. KI WOONG: so. uh. how’ve you been?

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( ki woong ) #⍣ ╌ / my heart is a 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇪‌ bomb . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / junsu ii. ) #r u ready?? cuz i sure a m

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saorxsa​:

     HE wanted to take back the words almost as soon as he said them — wanted to brush off the awkwardness and the nervousness and the pain of distance like one might an old, antique desk in need of a good dusting.  Because this was Ki-Woong, someone he’d known all of his life … the closest thing to a brother he’d ever had. Brother? No, that wasn’t quite right. They’d been close, true enough, but he’d never treated the tiguri as a brother. Their relationship had been too … complicated for that. And now it was nearly nonexistent — all because Junsu didn’t know how to fix the part of their bond that had eroded as a direct result of the Yeoju incident. He was hurting, his soul screaming for its other half. But he was selfish too, and his selfish heart was crying, wanting to reach out to the tiguri but afraid of seeing him lose his mind again, reduced to nothing more than an enraged, feral animal who reveled in the blood of its enemy. So apparently he was a hypocrite too, since it was that same enraged, feral animal that had protected him with everything it had, killing only for the sake of his well-being.      And what had he done? He’d spat on the gift of his protection by running from him. God, he was a horrible person. 

    〝 I-I’M SORRY, 〞 Junsu whispered, his soft voice echoing in the empty hallway as his fingers slowly closed around the keys, his knuckles whitening under the strain of a too-tight grip. I’m sorry for being weak. His throat constricted, and unshed tears stung his eyes. But he refused to shed them. Because this — their separation — was his fault, and he didn’t deserve to cry for a bond he himself had shattered. Blowing out a breath of weary resignation, he slipped the key into the dead bolt and turned it, then headed inside, hoping to put an end to this awful, emotionally draining day. See you … Ki-Woong.

( END. )

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( ki woong ) #⍣ ╌ / my heart is a 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇪‌ bomb . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / junsu i. )

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saorxsa​:

    IT wasn’t like him to be so edgy, the stress of moving to a new city, along with his inner struggle to forget all that had transpired in Yeoju, negatively impacting his mood. But as soon as he’d laid eyes on Ki-Woong, after weeks of acclimating himself to the very real possibility of never seeing him again — of never again experiencing the feeling of being intimately and closely bonded with another individual — all that mental and emotional preparation flew out the window, leaving him feeling raw and completely exposed, vulnerability and weakness slipping through the crevices to claim a front-row seat to his looming relapse.  〝 I GUESS I JUST ASSUMED YOU WOULD’VE GOTTEN THE MESSAGE BY NOW, 〞 Junsu muttered, absently rubbing his palms against the worn, jean material of his pants and licking his lips in nervousness as his gaze dropped once more, as though compelled by some unnamed force, to the keys still gripped in Ki-Woong’s hand, tempted to make a dive for them. But the other male’s reflexes had always been better than his, much to his chagrin. Maybe being of the cat persuasion had something to do with it.        〝 OH, C’MON. DON’T TELL ME YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT. 〞 He snorted, the sound rife with dubiety and scorn. He wasn’t some young, doe-eyed miss capable of enslaving men to her will — nor was he born yesterday. So if Ki-Woong actually did expect him to believe that nonsense, then he’d be in for a very rude awakening.

〝 YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN, 〞 he accused, holding out both hands as if to ward him off as he backed up even further, his back making contact with his front door even as he shifted mid-step to lean away from the advancing tiguri. But he had nowhere left to run. Damn. And Ki-Woong — his next words managed to catch Junsu completely off guard, rendering him motionless.  〝 I-I DON’T, 〞 he whispered, his tone sincere, too baffled by the insecurity he could hear in the soft tenor of Ki-Woong’s voice to even try to lie.  〝 I JUST NEED … TIME. 〞 And a whole lot of cinnamon buns, cheesecake, and therapy, preferably in that order.   

  NERVOUSNESS PERVADED THE ATMOSPHERE like an airborne virus, infecting everything in its path, and it offended the cat, causing the fur on his nape to bristle in indignation as he watched from unblinking eyes of amber as Junsu continued to fidget in his presence— the bitter scent of aloofness clouding his senses, making it harder to ignore the looming threat of permanent separation, a presage to the utter destruction of what little composure he’d managed to maintain in the standoffish company of his bonded. Because this distance reminded Ki-Woong of a time in which he struggled desperately to reach Junsu’s side in his hour of need —and failed … dismally. And no matter how often he wished to turn back the hands of time, or at the very least bury his head in the sand and pretend the last couple of months of his life had been nothing more than a stress-induced nightmare, the fact of the matter was that he was stuck trying to win back the heart of a human who’d witnessed firsthand the horrors and dangers of being bonded to a tiguri. He would give anything —even his life —to change the past, to save the boy from such horrifying experiences. 

       B U T  he couldn’t. He wasn’t powerful enough, and he never would be — which fucking rankled in its  OWN right.

               “Why wouldn’t you?” Ki-Woong asked, genuinely perplexed. He’d never lie about something so important. Junsu was the reason he’d taken it upon himself to set up house in Seoul—so, yeah. In a way, he was spellbound. “Yell at me, curse me, hit me— just don’t accuse me of lying. Because I’m not.” To think that his opinion of him could be so low — it hurt. “And don’t take my words as a joke either. Again —they’re not.” He might joke about a lot of things, but his feelings for Junsu were off limits, to everyone— including Junsu and especially himself.

        “Doing what, exactly?” A nonchalant quirk of his eyebrow was proof enough that he knew exactly what his little human referred to. He just pretended otherwise. But then his smile —small in size and wistful by nature —froze at the other male’s admittance. So, even after all that, he didn’t hate him? That piece of information should have thrilled him, instilled him with hope. 

        But it did the complete opposite. 

              It sat like a stone in the pit of his stomach, a stagnant reminder that this trip had been made in vain —that it had, in fact, been nothing more than another useless endeavor to turn the tides in his favor.

“Sure, J,” Ki-Woong murmured, gently claiming the boy’s hand with his slightly larger one and pressing a soft, chaste kiss against his knuckles —before finally relinquishing his keys. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be around.” Watching … waiting for the moment of truth —waiting for Junsu to finally cave and let him back in. “If you ever need me … ” He coughed, then forced another smile for the sake of propriety, not wanting to give his bonded yet another reason to avoid him. “See you.” A terse nod— before he vacated the hallway, swift as the cat who was jonesing to escape into the night, desperate for the freedom to run as fast as his four legs could carry him.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( ki woong ) #⍣ ╌ / my heart is a 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇪‌ bomb . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / junsu i. )

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saorxsa​:

     SHE didn’t know what to make of Xia ( something or other. ) He was — charming? Amusing? — in the comic-relief kind of way, his teasing carrying an undertone of satirical wit she didn’t hear or see everyday. But he wasn’t able to completely hide his concern underneath that well-put-together facade of frivolity, no matter how much he might have wanted to.  〝OH, YES. THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER DREAMED ABOUT, 〞  Meilin volleyed back, her tone as dry as bone even as she fought to hide a smile at his antics. With a situation as unsettling as hers, she appreciated being able to laugh at something she would have found funny long before she’d slipped and taken a tumble into the life of one Wu Bojing ( or so the school nurse had called her ), the ever cool, reserved co-captain of the school’s swimming team. Sometimes, she still felt like this — what she was currently experiencing — was a dream and that she’d wake up from it any minute now. Wishful thinking on her part. 〝YEAH, WELL, IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE. IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS IN ANY ACTUAL DANGER OF DYING. 〞 Nope. That ship had already sailed. Still, from personal experience, the only way to successfully downplay one’s own near-death experience was to make light of the whole ordeal.       And he gave her the perfect excuse to move on — by already making a blunder with something as trivial as a nickname. Wincing, she ducked her head, afraid that he’d see the lie in her eyes; soft, brown eyes that were framed by long, ebony lashes ( which was a lie in itself. ) These weren’t her eyes, but she couldn’t admit as much. Who would believe her? 〝I DON’T THINK I’VE COMPLETELY RECOVERED … BUT I SHOULD BE BACK TO MY NORMAL SELF BY TOMORROW, 〞 she hastened to assure him, giving herself one day to come to terms with her current situation ( and to find it within herself to play the role of Bojing without fear of being found out and prosecuted for it. ) 

WHEN she noticed the expression on his face, however, worry — not for herself, but for him — wiggled past the unease affixed to her thoughts. Biting her lips in indecision, Meilin finally relented and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. 〝IS EVERYTHING OKAY? 〞

  “YEAH, WELL, i’m pretty sure there’s not supposed to be that much water in your lungs. something about breathing complications,” xia chen muttered distractedly, fingers practically flying over the keypad as he quickly but deftly shot off a text to his younger cousin, who had come across as strangely distraught and secretive – at least for her – in her own message. and if there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was knowing that something or someone had hurt one of his special people, the very people he was so damn protective    《 and maybe slightly possessive 》   over. jiayi was one such person … but so was bojing. bojing, who had nearly drowned but refused to accept the propinquity of his death via breathing complications. lifting brown eyes, the gleam of perplexity that had crept into his expressive gaze sharpening to a needle-fine point, to fix the blond with a tense frown, he said nothing as he studied his friend’s face under the muted glow of a dying light bulb, immediately able to recognize the strain in said friend’s mien and the defeatist air he exuded with his assertion – the perks of being a best friend. on the one hand, it was a relief to know that bo wasn’t in denial about his brief health scare. but on the other hand, the other boy clearly wasn’t well, and it showed, the physical proof there to see in the way he hunched his shoulders, the telltale sign of one who wanted to hide. “we should have a pajama party tonight – rock the whole being alive thing till some poor, sleep-deprived granny calls the coppers on us for being rowdy teenagers.” a productive way to take one’s mind off of one’s own traumatic experiences. his mother would probably approve even if he were to wind up in front of a judge, expounding on his kooky idea to brighten a best pal’s day.

but for bo, he was willing to risk potential J A I L time for disrupting the peace and lives of little, old ladies everywhere. 

“yeah, everything’s good – nothing to worry your pretty, little head over,” xia chen replied offhandedly, pulling off casual and relaxed as if it was taco tuesday and he’d forgotten to bring napkins. oops. he even added a nonchalant shrug for good measure –  after returning his phone to his back pocket, of course. “i’ll catch you later, okay?” not so much a question as a matter of intent     《 as in, he had places to be and it had absolutely nothing to do with jiayi’s text. nope. nuh-uh. 》    “and whatever you do, don’t try to  catch any more nonexistent waves. seriously. i can’t have my very best friend in the whole wide world falling into a black hole at the bottom of some fish tank. i’d miss him too much.” and so, after clinging to bojing’s arm for a few long minutes and positively agonizing over their imminent separation, he finally released him with a gentle, friendly squeeze and vamoosed, his mind already on his cousin’s surprising and unwelcome and sǐ pì yǎn, i will destroy you predicament and what he would need to do to fix it.

#⍣ ╌ ( interactions ) #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⍣ ╌ ( xia chen ) #⍣ ╌ / i’m a 🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌ boy from neverland . interactions / #⍣ ╌ ( saorxsa / bojing . i )

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pantoxmimes​:

▎”enough,” jin-woon returned cheekily, dimples surfacing as his smile deepened the lines fanning out from the corners of his eyes. laugh lines. happy lines. lines of relief and delight, both of which indicated a genuine happiness for his brother’s presence. it meant that he was no longer alone. but just because ki’s destination had led him to seoul — to where jin-woon was — didn’t make his current situation any better. he was still being hunted by that stubborn brute of a revenant. and even if he were to fill ki in on all that had transpired thus far, he still wouldn’t be able to do anything. so — he wouldn’t tell him; simple as that. “why? do you need to take a loan out or something?” he added, somehow managing to keep a straight face despite the bubbling threat of laughter sitting in his chest. there was simply no way his brother would hunt him down for a loan — he had too much pride for that. and besides, that was a human thing, and they weren’t human. 

    “ani — nothing special. just a few trees and some passersby gawking at a naked guitarist. doubt they’ll be worth much.” speaking from a professional standpoint, of course.

▎disappointment. he knew that feeling well. lightly placing his hand on the other male’s shoulder, he gave it a sympathetic squeeze. “at least it’s not an outright rejection — right?” jin-woon felt compelled to point out, wanting only to make him feel better but not quite sure he succeeded.         “m-me?” he looked away, fiddling with the lens of his camera as he thought of his new home and what had led him to settle there. “i’m fine — found a pretty decent place to live.” an overstatement. “and taking pictures is fun. it gives me a sense of purpose.” something his life had sorely lacked before, true enough. “you don’t need to worry about me, ki.”

A BURST OF LAUGHTER escaped his mouth, dredged up at the expense of the younger tiguri’s facetious demeanor, and as he reached forward to ruffle the boy’s dark brown hair, a grin curled Ki-Woong’s lips. Leave it to his baby brother to finagle some modicum of amusement from a relatively large arsenal of negative emotions — primed to erupt at the smallest provocation. What other reason could he possibly have for wanting to play along? “Boy, do I look like I need your money?” Loaded question — his worn jeans and faded gray t-shirt didn’t exactly give off the very tricky and often byzantine impression of wealth. But hey, appearances could be misleading. “I don’t care about money or how much you make.” If it was enough to live on, who was he to judge? “All I care about is your happiness — and maybe a slice of banana bread every now and then. Care to treat me to one?”   

               ANYTHING to take his mind off of Junsu. So what if the human’s words still r a n g  through his MIND, making that godawful racket?

    IF he could just stay busy — keep his thoughts away from forbidden territory … Was that too much to ask? Well, to hell with that. It was a done deal. “Really? That’s it?” Ki-Woong gave him such a look of disappointment that one could swear the air practically seethed with it; such was the strength of his determination to mask the pain of having no other choice but to perpetuate this distasteful separation — at the behest of his own human charge. “I guess,” he mumbled, soft enough to skate the very outskirts of human hearing. Their hearing range was ridiculously limited. But thankfully, Jin wasn’t human … so at least Ki-Woong wasn’t expected to carry a normal tone when all he wanted to do was feign ignorance — or change the damn subject.

      And at last — Jin provided him with the opportunity to do just that.

“Don’t I?” A grim frown flashed over the older tiguri’s face, and he took the necessary steps to face Jin properly, bringing his hands up to cup his chin. “Tell me the truth, Jin.” Ki-Woong held his gaze, amber eyes burning at the thought of someone hurting his brother. “Are you in trouble?”

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