>> user: logged in.

prince is a tricky one to understand. he loves hard and he loves fierce, but he gets scared and pushes people away. he can’t be who he wants to be thanks to overwhelming pressure from his father, and it makes him shut himself off. no-one wants to be anyone’s dirty little secret, right ? everyone’s better off with someone who can show them off, not someone who keeps them hidden. so he doesn’t blame keir for finding someone else, but that doesn’t mean it’s not shattering his heart in the process. “ hm ? yeah, yeah i’m fine. all good. ” he lies, fake smile on his features nowhere close to reaching his eyes. “ what is he like ? is he nice ? ” 

being alone, feeling alone was an awful experience. when he gets like this, he finds himself crawling back to keir for comfort. to be close to someone for a moment without judgment. silence falls, kunwoo’s eyes are shut as he laid beside the other male. kunwoo who was always willing to fight the fight alone was here next to keir asking for something. admitting things he would never admit to someone else. it’s not like they are dating, why was he holding the male like this? because no one like to be alone. not even the male who swears he’s going to be okay by himself. everything had been hard for him and stress weighed him down.  things that normally felt so controlled wasn’t anymore. the only place he felt okay, the only place he wanted to be was right here. he soaked up the warmth or someone else being near him. soaked up having someone tucked against his body. nothing is said for a long time and that’s okay for him. his fingers moving along the body that he held to his own. when he agrees to stay he can’t help but sigh softly. tonight must be a night for first because he mumbled a soft “i’m sorry– thank you for staying.”

he wouldn’t admit it, but he did feel his heart break a little when keir allowed him to leave. he looks at the other for a moment before he got dressed, lips pressed into a thin line as he didn’t have anything else to say. he did as he was told and left, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he closes the door behind him. he feels his heart break more and more with each step that he takes, only to curse himself because he asked for this. “fuck it,” he mumbles to himself as he makes his way to his next destination to collect the goods. it’s a risky job, but what harm could be done?

it isn’t until weeks later that he finds himself bruised and starving, but he’s being a pain in the ass as well. when they threaten to hurt him, he only urges them more, resulting in fresher purples and blues. the house is quiet, there isn’t any sign of the men that had taken him away. minhwan’s locked away in a room and he sits at the corner, sunlight barely shining into the cold room as his finger draws random shapes on the ground. he finds himself thinking about keir a lot, but there isn’t any way that he could possibly meet him right now. he’s exhausted, his cheeks were sunken in and he barely has the energy to keep his eyes open any more.

keir was not an inherently worrying man. often times his relationships fizzled out and he never contacted them again, much as they did the same. something about the way that minhwan had literally just disappeared made keir feel uneasy. it was unlike the other male to not contact him after a week, two weeks. he’s anxious. after 17 days of hearing nothing, seeing nothing, knowing nothing about the other male’s whereabouts, keir is genuinely worried. something might have happened to minhwan. 

it takes him an entire night, starting from the day minhwan left his apartment, tracing his steps from any possible street camera he could get his hands on. even secure police cctv cameras   (   which were a piece of cake, all things considered   )   were available for him to get his hands on. finally, finally when he finds where minhwan had entered a suspicious looking building without seeing him leave, he knew he had found the other male. he could be in danger. maybe he had no right to take care of the situation, but it doesn’t seem to stop him from driving there immediately, in the middle of the night.

open to: m & nb   /   plot: “ we were an item but i’m in the closet and couldn’t commit so we ended things, and now you’re seeing someone else. ”

a soft, pink lower lip trembles as he glances at the other, brown hues scanning their face, taking in every detail. he knows he should have kept his distance, he knows he shouldn’t have gotten attached, but he did it anyway and now he’s forced to face the consequences. “ y-you mean … ” prince cards a shaky hand through cherry coloured locks, fearing the answer to the question on his lips. “ you’re — seeing someone else ? ” he’s always been a bit of a trickster, a sarcastic and feisty individual, but he’s a marshmallow underneath that front. he’s soft, he’s vulnerable, and now he’s heartbroken.

open to : f / m / nb muse : kim sanghyun —  business student & heir of failing family company .  plot : based on this post !

     “ JUST COME here , “ the words fell softly from sanghyun’s lips as her blinks up at the other. it had started innocently enough, he woke up to the distraught sounds of his best friend mid nightmare and impulsively did the only thing he could think of and pull them into his arms. from then on our the pair had found themselves sharing a bed each night. truth was he’d do anything for them and if this was the only way to keep the nightmares at bay so be it. not that he minded the closeness, though he’d never outwardly admit it. “ it’s like 2 am , we both should already be asleep … “ he holds his arms out to them from his spot in the middle of the bed. 

“yeah, i did– and now i’m sayin’ i wanna stop.” his decision was very contradictive to what he wanted, but he didn’t like feeling vulnerable every time he finds out keir had some kind of relationship with someone else. minhwan sat on the edge of the bed, his hair sticking to his forehead as he steadied his breathing. keir was one of the best that he ever had and he didn’t want to admit it, but he wasn’t used to… feeling. especially not when his father was close to finding out about him seeing men. “i gotta job to do and i won’t be here for at least a couple weeks,” he murmured, already thinking about the items that he had to deliver by hand. “i’m sure you can find someone else when i’m gone.”

OPEN STARTER.

open to: m / f / nb muse: kunwoo  based on: we used to date ( or just fwb ) and now we’re sorta friends who still beat around the bush. tonight, however, i show up at your place bc i’m going through some shit. i don’t want to have sex i just want to lay in the bed and hold you bc i don’t want to be alone…please just let me sleep here.

           why was he there? he didn’t want to be alone, not right now with his own thoughts. coming to the other was a bit of last choice and option. anyone else would question, want to know what was wrong. all he wanted, was to hold someone, not be alone and most of all, not think. as he dropped into the bed beside the other, his arm is snaking around the small frame. pulling the body close to his own as he shut his eyes. “i don’t want anything– i just want to hold you.” he knows that it might seem wrong, especially given that sometimes they ended up having sex. this time was different, he really wanted to hold someone. he didn’t want to be left alone with the thoughts he was having. settling in the bed beside the other, he felt at ease. his thoughts were no longer racing or in overdrive. he finally relaxed, felt at ease. “sorry for showing up like this– but i really just needed someone.” kunwoo was a man who never would admit to needing someone. a big flaw in the man, yet here he was being so honest with the other.