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jaewon.

if there’s one thing you shouldn’t do, in all the galaxy that spans out around them—it’s try to intimidate yang jaewon.

he doesn’t usually get angry at sora, not really angry, not like that deep, twisted fire that builds in his gut like a knife working its way out his esophagus. sure, she can get really infuriating, and he’s not a big fan of the way she demands things around the ship or moves all his shit out of his bedroom ( gotta fix that lock ) but most of her antics are just annoying or ridiculous or frustrating for a whole myriad of reasons, not all of which have to do with pure anger. sometimes it’s an ache so deep inside the core of his chest, he’s sure he must be missing a piece of himself wrapped around her fingers.

but this… no. this isn’t one of those times, specifically because the one thing in the universe that jaewon actually loves is his ship and if someone—anyone—threatens his domain over it, he stops playing around. now this is sora, so he’s not ready to shoot her outright for such an outburst, but he sure as hell gets very dark, very fast.

he slams both hands down onto his own armrests, his eyes clouded and glaring into hers, and shifts forward smoothly, not stopping even as he breaks through whatever personal bubble she might have, willing to get way too close to force her to back the fuck off. he doesn’t stop, standing up straight to his full height and still steps ever so much closer to her, their faces less than a breath away, not a single inch of him amused.

“if you ever fucking talk to me like that again, i will pick up all one hundred and eleven pounds of you and trap you in the airlock for a month, and if you threaten to take my ship from me one more time, i’ll lend you my gun hand and give you something to really scratch at. now,” he tilts his head forward, the barely controlled fire raging in his gaze, speaks the rest of the sentence slowly so she understands, “let’s try that again. this time, with the words ‘sir’ and ‘please.’”

she’s like this, she always is (how she is now; it didn’t used to be this way) -- testing the boundaries of people, gravity, morality, without ever expecting to be caught materially enough to feel the elastic snap-back of the lines that bend but won’t break for her. 

but sometimes it does, and she isn’t always prepared.

there’s a split self when jaewon looms over her, a segregation of who she has been and who she swears she never will be again. her name changed, past erased, and she still cannot scrub out the years of servitude beaten into her. a man lunges, and a slave flinches. and for a dark, deep moment, sora almost does -- her foot almost takes itself backwords, her shoulders almost turn into herself as the instinct to cover herself and move out of range work themselves through her body. her hand thinks to move to a knife strapped to her thigh, only to realize it’s not there.

but there’s something stronger than the fear she swallowed years ago: herself. her pride. her self-made oath to never bow before man ever again. so sora doesn’t flinch, she doesn’t move away, and she gives up nothing to jaewon as he usurps her space.

“now don’t be offensive, jaewon.” she hisses, the sibilance of her tone resonating feline and dangerous. “-- i’m one-oh-seven soaking wet.” he leans his head forward and she feels flame in his gaze, but there’s fire inside her burning brighter than that. then in a clock-hand instant, her whole being changes, curving into something so full of sensuality you know she can’t possibly mean it - but you’ll hope all the while that she does. her smirk curls like rising smoke. “aw - is that what’s eating you, cap? you’ve been thinking about making me beg?” she reaches up and tugs at the two sides of his leather jacket like she’ll bring them together. it’s like juggling razorblades to prove she can play with danger and avoid blood. with blinking quickness she’s skirting around him, “no wonder you’re so fucking cranky.”

she slinks down onto the captain’s chair, crosses her legs. “but you know what might help?” her fingers drum on the arms. “alcohol.”

/HIT ME

#c. jaewon #hit me

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for all the whining, begrudging, exaggerated moaning and enthusiastic complaining that sora does about the vantablack, there is an overwhelming silence that comes about her the evening before a con. it’s disconcerting, the change that swallows her up overnight, baths her fresh again so that she wakes up looking so happy-dewy it seems like some kind of sticky-perverse. but on the days that sora wakes up and she gets to be a thousand different people that are not herself -- that’s when she becomes who she is meant to be; a glint in the far distance coming from a dying star, a pillar of jewels, a grinning throat in the dark. everything. 

so she actually hums when she eats breakfast, steps into her dress like she’s dancing as she gets ready.

then, of course, it’s back to complaining.

because if she was running this operation, things would be going a helluva lot differently. sora follows jaewon with crossed arms and cross temperament, watching with disbelief as he starts pulling books. her earlier good mood dispelled by the disjointed structure of their long con, she watches jaewon with a weary disbelief. 

“well - you keep on working on that, honey.” out of his eyeline she takes to the floor, spine against the carpet underneath the large desk situated to the far right of the room. “let me know how it turns out.”

it takes some time -- she’s a thief, a con artist, an outlaw, but not a hacker after all. but she’s got hands like a magpie’s beak, ready and able to take everything shining, and in a handful of moments she has the doors and latches open and mechanisms clicking. she’s got them in.

a mechanical door slides open. sora peeks out from beneath the table, to jaewon. he’s tried to put her in her place enough times that the grin she gives him looks a lot like victory -- a lot like this is my place.

“come over here and help a lady to her feet, would you?”

‘don’t talk to me’

@v13sora

it’s bad enough that people can’t stop looking at sora’s body anyway even when she’s just wearing normal clothes ( although the term “normal” is a bit relative in regards to her ) but here at the gala of course, she’s dressed up to put the night sky to shame and jaewon has to keep biting the inside of his cheek to quit looking at her. they’re here on a mission, he can’t get distracted, but when he tells her to stay behind on the dance floor, insisting that she would be better as a diversion so he can go search for the den, she argues with him. he grits his teeth and growls in his throat, but she won’t be left behind apparently.

after the disaster with jisoo and the fights he’s having with half the rest of his crew at the moment, he really doesn’t need the extra issue of sora’s sass, but here they are anyway, wandering through a room with a shit-ton of books—what’s it called again? a library? who the fuck has one of these in a hotel?—jaewon actively avoiding her gaze. he tries rummaging through a few books on the wall. “i’m looking for that one book you always see in movies where you move it and a secret passage pops out..”

#c. jaewon #don't talk to me #idk what this is #but sora on the floor half underneath a desk felt like the right way for someone to walk in #this is long bc im messy dont match ok

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# / % / ツ

( Send “__” for a _____ text / closed / @v13sora )

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ MESSAGES 6:28pm to The Femme Fatale 💋 ]_ you remind me of those old earth thrillers_ like the perfect woman on a mission, slaying men or anyone who gets in her way_ except instead of james bond, i’d 100% replace him with you and watch the shit out of that_ like your hair is always perfect how do you do that??

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ MESSAGES 1:35pm to The Femme Fatale 💋 ]_ im asking because you might get it but_ do you ever get mad? and like feel like you might just grow claws or something?_ i mean i don’t actually do that but sometimes i feel like when i lose control, i might?? _ send help if i ever end up biting a head off like on those animal documentaries

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. 

[ MESSAGES 11:42pm toThe Femme Fatale 💋 ]_ i just went into one of those worn down old shops_ guess what i got except more antiques that look like they could be forged for a lot more UTUTUT_ got an old ballerina music box that’s kinda rusted but you would seem to like

#sora is Smug and Proud about that contact name #and also the first text tbh #lil bab suj. let jinyi and sora raise u well #ch: chae suji

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#:: I LIVE I DIE I LIVE AGAIN.

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jaehyung.

the urge to grab wrist as it enters his field of vision is strong, and jay has to will it away with effort and concentration. it doesn’t take long for sora to push him back off-kilter and it’s tempting to fuck again just for the few moments of stillness afterwards. 

instead, he shrugs. “what can i say? a lot on my mind.” 

and it feels kind of wrong to think about jinyi’s long legs and soft hair and pretty eyes and smile when sora is still naked next to him, so he tries not to. it’s difficult, the pot makes his mind foggy and easily swayed towards greener pastures. 

fuck, why does she have to be so beautiful? 

jaehyung realizes that his morals feel off because of this whole exchange; desire jinyi so fuck sora, but he’s too high to think of that now. 

or, at least he’s trying to be. 

“such a hog,” he grumbles, taking before she can put it out of reach as if he couldn’t pin her down to get it back.

deep breaths, smoke his vision, the blissful silence he can only achieve post-orgasm. 

“you ever been in love?” he asks of open air, watching little clouds form and re-form above his head, unexpecting of an answer. 

"that’s rude,” she says casually, giving away nothing of what she knows until suddenly she drops all of it, still hot, into his lap: “jinyi’s well proportioned, but i wouldn’t call her a lot.”

if he thinks she would care for knowing that jaehyung plays another set of tits on the back of his eyelids when they fuck, he’s wrong. if he thinks she doesn’t already know, he’s wrong.

sora’s been ripped apart in too many different ways to feel anything for the soft-hard slap of ruined sentiment.

“you’re getting too friendly because you’re still inside me.” so she rectifies the situation, a girl with a plan, pulls off him and rearranges herself on the other side of the bed. wet between her thighs, dew in her mind. you ever been in love, and her head turns to the boy with tattoos, the one with a barrel chest housing a bullet for a heart. she resettles amongst the sheets, beautiful open expanse of skin amid dirty sheets, takes the joint back. “once,” she settles the paper between her lips, stares off at the far wall. “a long time ago.” she blows out and looks down again, maintains her special brand of enigmatic-casual, despite the very literal way she’s opened up naked before him.

/DOUBLE DOWN

#c. jaehyung #double down

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the pop-fizz of the liquor already settled inside her makes her buoyant, effervescent, and she leans into minhae’s side with affection like a purr. it makes her look already drunk, the easy, body-wrap attention she gives him -- but she’s not, really. they’re just a hot mess fresh off a spaceship, a matching set of pretty faces and vulgar thoughts. 

“thank you, darling.” she accepts the praise with a honey-sticky mew, bottom lip extending underneath her top in a lasciviously saccharine pout. “i’d like to say i learned from you, but we all know better.”

they’re a teetering pair making their way down the ramp, full-up on self inflation and raw glitter excitement. sora’s laughter is girlish, light, and slightly vindictive in the air, and the night sky bristles at the feeling of having it rub up against its firmament. she smirks in silent compliance as the driver organizes their entry; her hands were calloused up until the day she burned them off, washed her palms clean again. 

“an appointment at red line?” she scoffs, entering the hover car with only slight imbalance. “what, have you got someone with their dick out and a line set up on it already?”

perfect places.

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minhae wipes an imaginary tear from his cheek, sucking in a few squeaky breathes.  “you’re such a bitch,” he says, in the softest, most fond voice possible.

sora stops them right before they leave, and minhae raises one eyebrow (and then another, before he remembers he’s going for curious not confused, and puts it down). she’s pulling up her skirt and minhae’s jaw drops. while he’d told her to prepare for “nothing but the utmost hoeing tonight”, she’s going beyond all his expectations of her.  except sora’s skirt keeps rising, more and more of her pasty pale legs revealed (he makes a mental note to talk to her about staying inside all the time, but he’s not sure he’ll even remember after tonight) and she’s dropping her thong. minhae gasps so hard his lungs close up and he nearly coughs, eyes so wide they look like they’ll pop out of their sockets.

he’s silent as he watches her hang the thong on the handle, like some sick present for jaewon when he comes out of his gremlin hole to snap at their heels. 

“i’ve never been so proud.” he really does sound like he’s going to cry this time. 

minhae takes her hand and almost runs down the ramp to the docking station, pushing aside people ( “move, i am gay and important!” ) till he stops before a private hover car, snapping his fingers in the air till the driver comes out and opens the door for them. he’s not usually this rude (he is), but he’s just gotten his nails done, and his hands look too pretty tonight to be touching anything other cocks. 

“take us to red line, please, and make it fast. i have an appointment and we are not going to miss it.” 

#c. minhae #perfect places #this is late bc i am a hoe there is no other explanation #ilu i love them pls forgive me #AND THAT LINK THO #i wasnt sure how else to move this bc minhae planned the party ??

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⁇ / & / ツ

texting memesend “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

( message sent → actual queen )

02:15 AMremem be r how i said to wait for me bfore going bac k to the ship?? ?welllll hah a actuallyy ou can go ahead wi hout medont worr y yy i’ll be back in time to leave ! !!i promisexxxx x x

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#SCREAMS LOUDLY AND WITHOUT WARNING #I LOVE THEM SM #ch: nam jisoo

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#alright alright alright #:: MADDENING SEX.

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siwoo.

he doesn’t hear a thing. whether it’s because sora has practice in not making a sound or siwoo’s concentration on his work keeps him from focusing on anything else, he doesn’t know. what he does know is when that sweet, feminine voice is spoken into his ear, siwoo freezes; having to stop himself from jumping back in surprise.

“ sora. ” the name is said with something akin to fear. she may not be dangerous, or at least she’d never done anything to convince him otherwise, but she was a hazard in her own right. threatening in the sense that siwoo never knew what to do with her.

upon the flirtatious question, siwoo jolts up. he takes three steps back just so he can breathe, already feeling the heat flushing his cheeks. a deep breath.

“ if the captain said you need to get checked out then i will do so. p - please take a seat. ” professionalism was always key, he finds, in dealing with people like sora. she wasn’t the only one on the ship to treat him so … shamelessly, but that didn’t mean he could handle her in any way, shape, or form.

siwoo fumbles for anything to say to hold his ground.

“ and please refrain from asking such inappropriate questions in the future. i’m only here to ensure your optimal health. ” which was true, his only role was doctor. no one ever said he’d be dealing with such sexually driven people: that was never in the job description. yet even as he puts in his best effort to keep collected, he can’t bring himself to step any closer. he has to in order to actually examine the girl, they both know it, but the glint in her eyes leaves him feeling it’s best to stay as far away as possible.

the legitimacies in this room are limited to siwoo’s knowledge and the cold metal of his instruments. sora, like she is in every room, is an amalgamation of outright lies and exaggeration. it’s an exceptional kind of juxtaposition, his stark honesty and her black velvet untruth. 

sora sighs at his instruction, sits up and flips over like a girl with no bad angles. she leans back on her palms, lifts one thing to rest on the other.

“it’s only inappropriate if you’ve got something fun to say back in response,” she responds, wondering if siwoo will ever come to understand the proportion of her innuendos and obnoxious flirtation is directly linked to the level of monotony he gives her. “do you?”

she cants her head to the side to watch the young doctor stare at her from out of arm’s reach. if she wasn’t enjoying herself so much, sora would’ve grinned. as it was, she had to keep up appearances. hair falls off her shoulder and down her back, a motion of chrysalis, skin and vein arriving from beneath a veil. her eyebrows raise, her pose seems particularly inviting: “well, aren’t ya gonna c’mere and make me feel better?”

/BANDAID GAME

#c. siwoo #bandaid game #im so Sorry this is so late

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send ø for a late night text.

message sent to JINYI at 1:03AM: so did you finally let jaehyung hit it or what?

send & for a loving text.

message sent to JINYI at 6:59PM: listen honey, let those pebble-brained men stare at your tits all they want. they’ll never see just how smart you are that way. that’s what girls like us have got to do

#yiv13 #ch: son jinyi #:: MEME ANSWERS. #sora actually saying girls like us and associating herself with someone is A Lot ok

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send ツ for an excited text.

message sent to DR FEEL GOOD at 9:15PM: GUESS WHO FOUND MERRANINE OPIOIDS EVEN THO YUO TOLD ME I WOULDNT BE ABLE TO FIND THEMmessage sent to DR FEEL GOOD at 9:26PM: I’M REALLY HIGH RIGHT NOW

#v13siwoo #:: MEME ANSWERS. #ch: park siwoo

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#:: I LIVE I DIE I LIVE AGAIN. #i'll be back later to write and message tonight hopefully !!

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✿ / ✘ / &

✿ suggestive

⇢ I dyed my hair blonde. What do you think? I’ve heard Earth worms say ‘Blondes have more fun’? (img attachment:)

✘ hateful

⇢ that velvety backless black dress makes your butt look like two whole melons

& loving

⇢ that velvety backless black dress makes your butt look like two whole melons

#MY LADIES #ch: son jinyi

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I would like to instead request all the texts...... okbye

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#IDEK WHICH ONE GOT ME THE MOST #COWBOY HAT? SHOOTING STAR? WHO FUCKN KNOWS #ch: yang jaewon

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all the texts 🙃💕

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#ch: bang seungwon #yes im putting it on my page fck u #anf fck kris

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send ø for a late night text.

message sent to I DONT EVEN FUCKING CARE at 12:03AM: i’m really fed up with this day and this ship and everything this side of the galaxy. and i cant look at your fucking face rn so i’m going to come over and sit on it if you don’t have any objections. thanks

#v13jaehyung #ch: lim jaehyung #:: MEME ANSWERS.

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Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

send ⁇ for a drunk text.

message sent to SOL at 2:20AM: wheore are oyu ??message sent to SOL at 2:25AM: !! FBABY !! WHEVRE !!message sent to SOL at 2:27AM: dont gpo somwewhere WIKTHOUT ME

#v13sol #ch: sol invictus #:: MEME ANSWERS.