wild flower

✦ * ·  ˚  there’s  a  few  reasons  that  christmas  was  not  xavier’s  FAVORITE  holiday  —  most  of  that  is  the  fact  that  people  seem  to  procrastinate  during  it  more  than  others,  making  his  favorite  places  to  go  &  hang  out  or  eat  overly  crowded  &  unpleasant  to  visit.  but  such  was  life,  he  supposed,  couldn’t  do  anything  about  it  nor  was  he  going  to  bother  to  try.

 "if  you  don’t  stop  apologizing  to  me  for  no  reason  at  all,  i’m  going  to  make  you  start  putting  a  dollar  in  a  jar  each  time.“  xavier  quips  back  with  a  chuckle,  shaking  his  head  lightly.  "it’s  fine,  min.  really.  no  harm,  no  foul.”  the  silver-haired  male  continues,  patting  the  other’s  shoulder  lightly.  "how  many  times  do  i  have  to  turn  down  you  doing  things  for  me  before  it  sticks  in  your  head  that  i  don’t  need  that  from  you.“  he  sighs.  "i’ve  got  your  drink,  and  you  can  come  stay  at  my  place  to  get  away  from  the  dorm  if  need  be.”

❝ a dollar ? isn’t that a bit too much ? ❞ raising a brow as he listened to what his friend had to say, chuckling a little as he shuffled around on his feet. ❝ but buying you a coffee isn’t a bad thing, isn’t that big of a thing. just let me buy it for you ? ❞ tilting his head in question. the boy hated feeling the guilt over it. how xav had always helped him out and never wanting anything in return. already taking his wallet out, he smiled, ❝ please ? i just got my paycheck ! let me treat you this time. ❞ looking at him happily, ❝ if you want to pay the drinks, at least let me buy you a cookie or something. ❞ suggesting as he looked over.

Atlas couldn’t stop the snickering chuckle that left his lips at the hesitation from the other, holding his hand out for him to take once again, if he wanted to. “You won’t die. I’m practically a professional at this. I mean, I haven’t skated in like two years, but. Basically pro. Almost. I got you, babe.” Grinning, the pink haired male helped his friend onto the ice, staring off delicate as to not scare him off before they even really skated. There had definitely been many bruises across his body as a child from skating, and he’d even hit his head once or twice. Atlas had always been told it explained a lot about him. “See, s’not so bad, right?”

❝ you’re the professional, i’m not ! i could still die here ! ❞ stressing out, minhee could think about a thousand reasons why he could be holding his last breath on the ice skating rink. part of him didn’t made, but worst case scenarios kept playing over and over in his mind. tightly holding onto atlas’ arms, the boy marched forward, taking slow steps. ❝ if i die i’m going to kill you ! ❞ digging his nails in the jacket of the pink-haired boy, closing his eyes as he finally made it on the ice. this was horrible, he was definitely dying. ❝ not so bad ? this is the worst ! show— show me your skills. ❞ 

With a large grin eagerly pulled across his features, Atlas diligently pulled his skates onto his feet, tugging them almost aggressively since he’d definitely been much too lazy to untie the laces properly. The moment he knew there was going to be a pop-up skating rink at the Deja Brew, he knew he had to go. It had been far too long since he’d been on the ice, reliving fond memories of the indoor skating rink at Lotte World back home with his family, his appa paying far too much to close down the whole rink for a few hours so he and his sister could have it to themselves. Hopefully, he was still just as good now as he was back then, the pink haired male having several hours of practice under his belt of simply stopping harshly so he could spray his sister with ice. “Have you skated much?” He asked his companion, offering a hand to help them up as they too finished pulling on their skates. “You can hold my hand if you want, but we gotta go fast.”

minhee had to remind himself why he decided to do this again. surely there were easier ways to lose weight and better ways to have fun. this...  this was neither of those things. maybe it was because minhee couldn’t ice skate to save his life and definitely couldn’t do the cool tricks you were used to seeing on television during the olympics. the boy didn’t even understand why he bothered doing this, knowing he was eventually going to fall, bruise himself and get yelled at work for mentioned bruises, but trying to feel a bit more festive and not be so alone seemed to have been the game changer. ❝ skated much ? maybe in a previous life. ❞ he snorted, shaking his head as answer as he tried to tie the laces. ❝ wait— that’s not what you said earlier ! ❞ raising his hands up, ❝ i didn’t plan to die today ! yah— this is not how i planned in going to the good place for, let’s start of slow. ❞

✦ * ·  ˚  truth  be  told,  halloween  was  xavier’s  favorite  holiday  —  anyone  who  knew  him  knew  that.  but  christmas  time  was  a  pretty  close  second.  plus,  where  else  would  he  be  able  to  show  of  his  new  silver  hair  &  new  outfit  (  harness  included,  of  course.  )  than  at  the  brew  ?  he  has  no  other  plans  for  the  holidays,  enjoying  the  company  of  everyone  else  around  him.  he’s  off in  his  own  world  when  he  feels  someone  brush  past  him  —  his  eyes  quickly  darting  to  the  person,  sympathetic  smile  pulling  on  the  edges  of  his  lips.  "oh  sorry.“  he  breaths  out,  brows  raising  at  the  other  as  he  gestures  around  the  brew.  "decided  to  come  give  the  craziness  a  test  too?”  xavier  asks  with  a  chuckle.  "i  haven’t  gotten  the  chance  to  order  yet  because  of  the  line,  have  you  already  gotten  your  stuff  ?  if  not,  feel  free  to  chill  in  line  with  me  if  you’d  like.“  he  tells  them  with  a  genuine  grin,  waiting  for  a  response.

it’s the most wonderful time of the year is what andy williams would say. for minhee, not so much. he hated how crowded it got in the city during the holidays, how people rushed to get their presents in and tried skipping queues. today was definitely one of those days, in a rush to get back to his dorm, but not until he got his favourite drink.  

         ❝ watch out— ❞ the boy groaned, tired of last night’s events until he met the eyes of the person in front of him, embarrassed with himself for snapping and taking a step back. ❝ sorry ! ❞ he let out, shaking his head in confusion, ❝ i didn’t mean to snap ! just... tired and shouldn’t have tested out this craziness, it isn’t it for me. ❞ snorting and shrugging his shoulders, ❝ i eh..— let me treat ‘ya. ❞ trying to make up for his rudeness.

although he had to admit the awkwardness that came with the situation he couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh – of course this would happen to him . junyeol would be lying if he hadn’t heard some of the rumours about his childhood friend when he was forced to move to los angeles , something about him being disowned and what not – but he had never thought of it again . too wrapped up in his own distorted bubble of drugs and alcohol to even think about contacting minhee .

          the other’s words were followed by a roll of the eye , out of all the excuses he had ever given to use drugs this one sounding the most familiar . no words given in reply as he just reached to the inner pocket of his jacket , a small bag filled with white powder making it’s appearance in the room . ‘  you don’t have to leave if you want to get a fix , y’know .  ’ eyes looking up towards minhee , glancing over the scarcely clad body . ‘  it’s not like i’m actually expecting a dance anymore either – would be a bit weird now actually .  ’ 

cheeks were starting to slowly turn red as minhee watched junyeol ; begging this was a dream, a hallucination thanks to all the toxic in his system. minhee remembered spending new year’s eve with the man in front of him years ago when they were both still children — teenagers, secretly sipping on champagne underneath a table. oh, how things had turned. 

          looking up from the noise junyeol made,  minhee’s eyes widened, shaking his head furiously in response and locking the door behind him. ❝ i– i’m not allowed to receive... gifts or uhm... that from clients. ❞ minhee whispering, shuffling with his feet on the floor and avoiding junyeol’s gaze. ❝ it’s eh... strict work policy. ❞ trying to cover himself up a bit more as he felt watched. usually the boy didn’t care, but this was different, now was much more different than any other time. taking a deep breath and bawling his hands into fists, the blonde looked up, biting on his lip and walking over, ❝ i can... —❞ closing his eyes for a moment before looking up again, this could be like any other day at work. he could do this. ❝ how can i make it more comfortable for you ? ❞

        lids hanging heavy as junyeol entered the club , once again unaware of where is intoxicated mind had led him – however that changed rather quickly after he stepped inside . red lights and fog machines misting up the room , pole centered and fancy clad men surrounding it . it was a mistake being here , and it was most definitely out of character for him to be there – yet there wasn’t a single part of him that considered leaving . something about the idea of spending his father’s money on dances from a pretty boy that had his blurred mind on high alert , there wasn’t a lot he could do to repay his father for his treatment but this was something he could do .

        ordering a whiskey without ice and the first boy that would be available for a dance the dark haired male took place in the dim lit room . black leather couch , burgundy carpet and emerald walls – it looked exactly like how you’d imagine the backroom of a strip club to look like and even worse . the door softly opening and closing almost right after , with his eyes locked on his lap he took a sip from his drink before his gaze finally went upwards . meeting an all too familiar face that was enough to at least somewhat sober his mind . ‘  m-minhee ?  ’ ft. @bloviiate​

wiping some sweat off his face with a tissue, minhee heard his boss call. another session, just one more the boy prayed as he pursed his lips to apply some gloss, spraying perfume all over his body to hide the smell of last session. tonight had been a long night, one he was wishing for to be over. soon, as quickly as possible. with that thought he looked over at his empty shot glass, filling it up with a liquor he had already forgotten the name of, rushing it down his throat. 

       waltzing down the hallways the boy ignored the sounds coming from the private rooms, rolling his eyes at the sight of an old middle-aged man walking past as he looked over to the right door. ❝ maybe next time, stud— ❞ disgusted with his own words the boy winked, tightening his robe a bit more before walking in, biting on his lip and praying to god this one would be over soon. minhee’s eyes widened at the sight in front of him, taking a step backwards and bumping against the door. ❝ oh no, god no... ❞ he stammered, shaking his head at confusion at the sight when his name was called. he was way too sober for this. ❝ i uhm— if you excuse me for one moment ? i uh, i need to take some m-medicine against my uhm... head ache . ❞ he lied, only being able to think how this was worse than any private session he had ever had.

    coco rolled her eyes, “okay, but listen, i really mean it this time.” she took hold of the edge of both of the tins and slightly shuffled between each other, “it’s double vision at this point.” she laughed to herself, but it faded away and she followed minhee’s gaze. her eyebrows raised in fake surprise, and flashed him a quick smile, “what’d you mean? you waiting for a hot date?” she propped her head on the heel of her palms and leaned towards him. 

minhee snorted at her comment, rolling his eyes a little and tilting his head to the side as he listened to her. ❝ isn’t that what you say to everyone as well when they stop falling for your trick ? ❞ raising a brow as he looked at her, however, the boy’s cheeks turning red at the comment she made. a certain topic mentioned he never enjoyed talking about as much.  ❝ oh, uh— ❞ he stammered, scratching the back of his head, ❝ the dating scene isn’t really it for me ? it doesn’t fit with my work schedule, ❞ minhee smiled, a little embarrassed,  ❝ why did ya ask ? ❞

CHERRY : minhee skinny dick CHERRY : you really just played yourself huh CHERRY : hoping elsa will light my bicurious fire CHERRY : u wont last a day in that magic forest go shack up w anna in the castle