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Bae turned completely to Kwang, hanging on to every single word- and not being able to help notice the other’s body language as he spoke. It seemed simple enough, you like someone and they like you- so the two date. It appeared easy, but it seemed almost too easy to satisfy Bae’s suspicions. “You asked him like- dating? Fucking with feelings? Got down on one knee and asked to become exclusive” He randomly threw out suggestions- mostly in a way to mess with kwang in the slightest bit, smiling to the stranger as he brought over two beers for the both of them. Just what they both needed to have this conversation. He popped open the bottle caps for both of them, before taking a large swig of his drink. Finished with his games, he decided to get serious before he pissed off the other. “So this happened at the hospital? How did Lux react?”

F: um.. Sunmi because I like tiny people, but also Jiroo because he has amazing looking lips.

M: no one. Lux is an option, right?

At Kwang’s answer, Bae’s eyes widened with shock. “Like- dating Lux? Or is there someone else?” He asked with genuine curiosity, no underlying interrogation to all the questions he was throwing at the other. Whether Kwang was dating someone or not frankly wasn’t any of his business, so he didn’t feel he had any right to judge…but of course being the nosy person he was- he was still going to ask all the questions and get some sort of conclusion from all of this. Getting a taste of other people’s drama to avoid his own that he dealt with. He took a seat across from him, still holding the napkins to dab at his shirt. As someone who he had been previously flirting with the entire night walked by, Bae tugged onto his shirt, flashing him his signature charming smile. “Babes do you mind getting me and my friend a drink?” He asked with a wink. Naturally the other fell into his trance, and rushed off to fetch the two something to sip on. “Okay, so back to what we were talking about.”

seeing kwangsun now reminded her of home, the one she particularly left years ago. sera didn’t even know if anything would be different after her disappearance, whether their parents still had those people came and let them stay in their house in the way that she wasn’t really fond of. whether they still kept her room the way it was when she left them. it was true that she was away for a long time, but it didn’t mean she didn’t want to meet her family again. after all they weren’t the reason she left home. the struggles of living all by herself were so hard to cope with, but she figured out if she wanted to survive, maybe she should just learn to face them no matter how unbearable they could get sometimes. a sigh left her lips as the cigarette was snatched by kwangsun, her gaze never leaving his. “if smoking couldn’t, something else would.” she had no meaning behind that, nor did she know where had that came from. “how have you been?” she leaned her back against the wall, arms crossed against her chest. 

“Is it because you said stupid shit like that, that you ran away or did the streets change you, sis?” He asks, bitterness evident in his tone. He never understood why she left. ( Most likely because he was too young to understand more complex things.) He remembered her being there for him, playing with him when he wasn’t being antisocial an overall being someone Kwang had thought he was close to... and then poof; She was gone. Lost somewhere in the night and the grief that took over their parents hurt him. He understood that they were good people, and knew that they had just wanted to help. And when he got the story from  their mother he grew up, in a way, resenting his sister for leaving because of some boarders. “I’ve been waiting for the day I die, a gunshot’s gonna come to me sooner than later. What about you? “

even if lux knew himself he had feelings for kwang in the more romantic way, he’d never seen the elder react to that or even viewed him as the type to want that. the younger wasn’t exactly pushy either, so it wasn’t like he’d have pushed for a relationship either way, even if he just wanted to know what the feelings were there between them, and if it was just himself that actually felt something. but apparently lux didn’t need to question that now. he didn’t need to think about that, or worry about that, because now he could just think about this moment and the way that kwang had finally confessed to him. but there was a part of him that worried it was only because he was injured. that as soon as he was alright again, kwang wouldn’t want him in that way. but for now, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he focused on the other instead now and this moment. his smile is small as well when he received the chuckle in response, a relived breath being released. “hey..” he mumbles after a moment– “kiss me again?” lux would’ve if he could anyway.. but he wasn’t in a position that he could move.

Kwang didn't really know much about genuine relationships. The shit he glanced at when his mother was watching dramas seemed to fake for him, his dad's explanation of romance also seemed a little too far fetched and aside from the fake, commitment-less relationships he had, he didn't see too many that ended in a way that either party wanted. He didn't want that to be him and Lux though. He wanted the to work. And while they've had their ups and downs without putting labels on things, he figured the way they were was good. (At least, when Kwang wasn't being a dick.) The question has him slowing down a bit, not wanting to fluster himself  even more than he already had, so he paces himself and mumbles out a quiet, “Okay.” before  he wets his lips lightly, before pulling the other into a gentle kiss; unaware of the clacking of heels that seemed to storm toward the room.

it was a long day, and while that’s great because sera liked keeping herself busy and a few successful deals meant a good thing for the gang, she could totally use a few hours of break by now. she placed a cigarette in between her lips as she made her way to the back of the wildlings casino, fishing out a lighter in her pocket to light up her cigarette when she spotted a figure walking towards her direction, an annoyed look quickly took over her features at the sudden distraction. her gaze shifted upwards to look at who it was, only to find herself surprised by the younger male’s presence. sera hadn’t seen his face up this close for so long, it made her speechless. “kwangsun,” she called out. “you’ve grown so much, i could barely recognize you.” probably wasn’t the best thing to say when she finally came face to face with him, after disappearing from his life years ago. @gpkwangsun 

He usually didn't do fighting. It wasn't his position in the gang and to be fair, he just didn't like getting his knuckles dirty.  But he was tired of all this blame suddenly thrusted upon him for the Ivory Hand's shitty hotel and if they wanted to throw hands, he wasn't all too opposed to hitting a girl. As long as they put their hands on him first, he had a valid reason at decking one of them in the face. And he was sure, that Eunha might. So why not? He was already agitated that shit went down behind his back anyway. He's storming his way out of the Casino, when he spots her. And it seemed like his agitation only grew, because who was she? To disappear and leave their family because she was pissed about some shitty boarders? Who was she to cause their mother so much heartache she'd cry at night and beg him not to leave her? There's a huff of air that slips passed his lips though as he's finally in front of her, hands plucking the cigarette from her lips before setting it in between is own and taking a long drawl. "You shouldn't be smoking, Noona. It kills you."

The nights that Bae lost sleep, he was always out doing something. Whether it was sleeping with someone, partying, out at a bar, working or hanging with a friend- there was always something to do. This night, he had scored VIP tickets with one of his favorite clients- who was mostly just looking for some eye candy to hang off their arm for the night. Bae had accepted without a second thought, needing something to get his mind off a certain man. Once they had arrived, Bae finally let himself let loose and have fun for the night. Dancing with strangers, getting people to buy him drinks, flirting with anyone who looked cute, or looked rich- bonus if they were both. Overall it was exactly what Bae needed to wind down and get his mind off the weeks events. After a very intense session of back to back grinding songs, he decided to go fetch a drink. That was- until he ended up on the other end of one, and his shirt was left drenched. Bae looked down at his shirt with a scoff, glancing up and was slightly thrown off guard to see who it was. “Yup, and there went my shirt” He looked down at his shirt, blessed that it was a darker color and hopefully wouldn’t stain. “Kwang if you want me out my clothes, you could have just thrown the money at me rather then at a drink.”

Kwang didn't mind too much of Bae's company, but he mostly stayed away from hanging out with Lux's friends too often. He could feel what they saw him for and it wasn't like he tried to hide it. He was the same jackass he had been before, even if he had somehow managed to get flustered in a hospital, or if he was three hundred times more caring with Lux when they where alone. He by all means,  was still the douche bag, arrogant, and annoying man he was before lux and that wouldn’t change;  romance or not. The  taller wanted to yank his hands away when the smaller man grasps his hand, but he finds himself following him without an explanation. The questions, seemingly come flying at him and he sits there dumbfounded as he looks at the other, "I mean..yeah.."

the comment of them making kwang leave is probably what does force him to actually try and calm his heart, even if he doesn’t know if he can. he doesn’t want the elder to leave, not right now anyway.. not yet after this whole thing. but he doesn’t expect kwang to answer his next question, and so when he does, his eyes are wide again. ‘a while’.. what did that mean? if lux didn’t know any better, he’d have questioned why it had taken him until now to say it then, but he did know better and he knew that he didn’t need to ask an answer to that when he could already understand why. so he doesn’t say anything back because the look on his face right now is probably enough to convey every little thought running through his mind right now.. which were a lot of thoughts really and it kind of made his head hurt some more. lux did feel bad apologising then, the blushing kind of flustered look back again when he was told to just say yes– which for once wasn’t a bad thing.. usually he was told to say no to things. “o-okay.. then yes.” he whispered, “i’ll go out with you..” his chest still felt tight, but there was a tugging at his heart that was warm now and he smiled a little when kwang sat down, nodding. “yea.. now i don’t need to look up at you as much e-either..” there was a more teasing tone itching at his words then though, paired with the small smile.

Kwang didn't push himself to read the other's face, knowing well enough that Lux couldn't keep most of what he was thinking hidden away. He was scared, scared in a way he had never been in all the year's of his life. This was a new type of feeling. The black haired boy had been in and out of relationships growing up, but he never really was fully interested in whoever attempted to claim him. He didn't care if they were dating or if they had taken the other's virginity, if they had saw something special in their 'relationship' because in all honesty, Kwang had never fully been in a committed relationship with anyone. He had slept with people outside of his relationships, he had never gotten them gifts or celebrated holidays with them. Didn't even bother to think about introducing them to his parents. Which was the complete opposite of how he felt about Lux. he wanted him to meet his family, wanted to protect him and take care of him, he wanted to do things that he had never wanted to do for other people. There's a huge sense of relief  that sweeps over his body, glad that he got the answer he wanted. Even if he knew Lux liked him it didn't mean Lux wanted a relationship. Hell, Kwang had his own feelings about getting into a relationship even when these feelings began to surface. "Good.." He says, chuckling a bit at the teasing tone.

The nights that Bae lost sleep, he was always out doing something. Whether it was sleeping with someone, partying, out at a bar, working or hanging with a friend- there was always something to do. This night, he had scored VIP tickets with one of his favorite clients- who was mostly just looking for some eye candy to hang off their arm for the night. Bae had accepted without a second thought, needing something to get his mind off a certain man. Once they had arrived, Bae finally let himself let loose and have fun for the night. Dancing with strangers, getting people to buy him drinks, flirting with anyone who looked cute, or looked rich- bonus if they were both. Overall it was exactly what Bae needed to wind down and get his mind off the weeks events. After a very intense session of back to back grinding songs, he decided to go fetch a drink. That was- until he ended up on the other end of one, and his shirt was left drenched. Bae looked down at his shirt with a scoff, glancing up and was slightly thrown off guard to see who it was. “Yup, and there went my shirt” He looked down at his shirt, blessed that it was a darker color and hopefully wouldn’t stain. “Kwang if you want me out my clothes, you could have just thrown the money at me rather then at a drink.”

Kwang wants to say that he feels guilt. But it's something that's only really developed recently and he's  only felt it once, considering the situation he's in. And though it was more or less his fault that the drink had ended up on the other boy's shirt,  he didn't particularly feel bad about it, "It adds a nice tint of color." Is what he says after spilling it, his typical jack ass smirk pinned onto his lips before he listens to the other speak. His words, even if a joke, sent the man's mind reeling; suddenly wondering what was okay for him to do and what wasn't.  It rammed into him then, that sex with other people, for him at least, was probably off of the table considering that Lux and him were actually going out now, right? He sighs then, patting his shoulder before snatching some napkins off of  the bar and handing them to him. "Sex is no longer in my vocabulary kid. I--- I only fuck one person now."

lux didn’t think he was made for this honestly, because of all things it was always lux confessing not kwang.. sure, he’d always hoped for that but actually hearing it now and here had him frozen in the moment. the first time lux had admitted his feelings to kwang, it had barely even been that but more so on the elder pointing it out himself and the younger boy getting flustered while trying to play it off. it didn’t work, and since then the other had known exactly how he felt and that he didn’t see it as just sex and friendship. he could deal with it as that, he could be fine with it given that he still had kwang near him and practically living with him too, but still, just hearing the other say that he liked him back had his heart pounding in his chest, in his ears– beating harder than how he’d panicked at first after waking in the hospital. this wasn’t panic now though, it was confusion but also.. excitement? maybe. a large part of him right now was really just wondering if this was a dream or reality, but the confession just continued to run over and over in his head now. the comment about sex did catch him off guard for a moment, small blush tinting his cheeks but it didn’t deter how he felt right now either. “i don’t think that w-would be their.. immediate reaction..” he mumbled out, still holding onto kwang’s hand, though lux did glance away for a moment, almost to gather himself really until he was focused back on the tall male and his words that sounded so different from anything else he’d heard. “h-how.. how long– have you felt like.. this?” he felt like it was a risky thing to question kwang on this more, but it slipped out past his guard, and the worry was creeping in– until he caught onto the words next spoken. “i– you know.. that i would say yes to.. t-to going out with you, if you wanted that– you know how i feel about you.. but would it make it.. stop.. i’m sorry– that you don’t like the feeling–” the unnecessary guilt was creeping on him then, a feeling that he shouldn’t have felt but forever the need to apologise and feel it would come back on him at any time. “you should sit down..” he sighed softly then, tugging a little gently on kwang’s had to try and make him do that because the shaking still made lux worry somewhat.

"Fair enough, they'll probably think you're going into cardiac arrest and tell me to leave. So you should probably try and relax." It's funny, how Kwang is trying to give the other advice to calm down when it seems that he can't. His throat feels dry and his hands both feel clammy; that heat  spreading up to the back of his neck and blossoming onto his cheeks the more he began to think about how this was actually happening and he was actually say these things to the other. "A while.. longer than you think." He pushes out, something he didn't really want to reveal at the time. It had been longer than the boy had thought, but the earliest he can remember the flipping feeling was the wedding, seeing him dressed all soft, the blush on his cheeks, the other's hushed whispers and flustered expression as Kwang teased him in more ways than one--- It had at least been since then. But there was a strong feeling that he had fallen for the other a little before that as well. It seemed that with the more Kwang had learned about him, the more he started to become himself, was the more that Kwang realized that these feelings weren't things he was supposed to feel. At least; not according to him. "Jesus, just say yes and don't apologize.." He begins, wetting his lips with yet another shaky sigh, "I want you to say yes, it'll make it stop." Kwang didn't know how this was happening; how they had gotten to this point after everything that had just happened, but when he tugs on his sleeve he sits down on the edge of his bed, clearing his throat again. "Happy?"

Yoongi made his way out of his bedroom, it was a little past ten o'clock and though he had been up since eight, he was only choosing now to make his way into the lavish living room where he heard the T.V. blaring. Having gotten home quite late from his hook up, he was actually surprised he managed to wake up this early, usually not rising until one or two or when Kwang felt that he needed to get his ass out of bed and eat something. Legs still a little wobbly from sleep, he pulled the crimson, silk robe around his shoulders close, hiding the briefs underneath, though not by much given the length, and trudged into the living space, bare feet pattering on the wood floor, “hmmm good morning,” the pink haired boy said softly taking a seat on the plush couch pushing his faux fur mask up up a bit more on his forehead. Though Yoongi and Kwang were close, closer than most roommates should be, the leader was a bit reluctant to let him move in. Yoongi’s nights sometimes consisted off strange men and sometimes women, a slew of drugs and some other stuff he wouldn’t dare mention, and for someone to be a bystander to it all, struck a little fear in his heart, but after awhile, and a few other things, he found that he enjoyed having the other live here more than he liked living alone. The expensive apartment was large and spacious but quite lonely at times.

Yoongi slung himself over Kwang’s lap, a soft whine leaving his lips, and a low rumble from his stomach following shortly after, “I’m hungry,” he paused awaiting a response, looking up at the seemingly unbothered male. “I said I’m hungry,” again, no response, a small pout coming to his pink lips as he began to whine again, “Kwaaaaang, can you make me some pancakes? Yours are the best,” this time he sat up on his knees, robe falling off a bare shoulder as he sat back on his calves, “pleaaaaaaase?” the leader begged, flinging himself back over the others lap before sitting up to block his view of the television. This was a normal routine, if they had a lazy morning it always lead to Yoongi trying to sucker into making breakfast, and he was always met with the same answer, a few yes’ maybe once or twice, but most mornings lead to Yoongi logging into his food delivery app and ordering breakfast for the two of them, while subsequently throwing a tantrum and a pulling the ‘I do stuffs for you’ card with no venom behind it. In all honesty, Yoongi was fond of the book keeper, sexual relationship aside, pasts aside, though they were the same age Yoongi constantly referred to him as a good kid, and liked how attentive he was to him when it came to pretty much everything.

@gpkwangsun

Kwang didn't have much of an appetite. And if it wasn't for the fact that sleep had finally began to drag his eyelids down the night before, he probably wouldn't have slept here. The hospital had gone--- Oh so different than what he expected and while he himself wasn't full on sure what to think about.. all this sudden stuff that swarmed around his head, he was still very much so thinking about it. And then there was gang stress; shit being pinned on them that Kwang wouldn't do, wouldn't dare think of trying. Even if Kwang thrived on violence and bloodshed, he wouldn't risk this new found relationship (?)--- friendship-- change with Lux. Part of him felt angry towards his leader, wondering if this was a 'welcome back' type of party, or if it had been Sunmi to orchestrate this. Had a group of members gone rouge? Everything seemed to be making his head spin.

He's so deep in thought that Yoongi in his lap doesn't register for a while. his brain running off of ideas and ways to figure out who the hell would pin the blame on them and why? Things hadn't been this stressful since the snakes had tried their whole raids thing and because of the similar feel and the excessive amounts of violence, Kwang began to think it was them. Most people had been irritated with them but after the wedding, everyone seemed to get a long a lot better... Maybe they wanted to change that, maybe, they felt the need to try and top one of the top 5. He didn't know.  It's only when Yoongi whines out a please, that his eyes slip over to him before he's sliding him off of his lap, "Just order something, I'm not hungry and don't wanna cook." His voice more so likely comes off in a grumble, words barely under his breath as he stands from the couch and heads toward the kitchen to grab himself something to drink, "You're a grown man and should try to cook something for yourself once anyway."

it was one of these times that lux just wished he could understand and hear what went on within kwang’s head. what he was thinking, why he did things, why he was like this– if he was annoyed or something else. kwang could read him like a book, yet lux lay there clueless, unknowing because he couldn’t tell or read peoples body language or thoughts. but still, other times he would have dropped it, looked away and pretended that nothing had happened. but things were different right now, both in feeling and what had just happened, because kwang never kissed him like that or without there being a sexual relation to it. it was always lux that kissed him quickly or randomly, because that was just how lux was. kwang already knew how he felt after all, he knew it too well and he’d gotten the confession out of him a good while ago so there was never a question to why the younger acted how he did most of the time. but there was question to this. when kwang took his hand this time though, looking away from him as well and then saying those words though, his breath caught again just like it had before at the kiss because if there was anything he expected, it wasn’t that. he’d expected it to be brushed off or for the elder to get annoyed, but not tell him that. and he could feel, see even, the way kwang’s hands were shaking too.. which worried him as he held on a little tighter. but he heard the tremor in his voice too, nothing going unnoticed for once. “i-i– i just.. i–” his words stumbled, jumbled together as he tried to make his brain work for a moment. “i didn’t t-think that.. i.. you do?” the question soft once more, whispered. but his thoughts drew back to the way kwang was shaking too. “you’re shaking..”

He had had plenty of practice receiving confessions, from boys and girls alike there was always something satisfying  about hearing someone say 'i like you.'  But he hadn't had practice in confessing to others. His past relationships were small flings, nothing that he'd ever taken seriously because in reality when had Kwang loyally slept with just one person? He didn't. He was selfish, made it known he was selfish and originally hadn't planned to be anything else.  But he sat here questioning it all. He wanted to be selfish, but not in the ways he used to be. He didn't care about sleeping with other people, even if the other allowed him to do so. But he didn't like the thought  of him getting off for some creepy old guy, or some rich bastard in a loveless marriage. He wanted to care about his own feelings, do what he wanted and say what he wanted without a care about anyone else's opinions and thoughts, but the boy was making it hard on him now. His brain felt like a sudden swirl of information and the other's stuttering only mimicks the heart beat of his chest, He swallows softly, eyes flickering from the EKG to the other boy before he just, "If you don't calm down, they're probably gonna think we're having sex." He was both serious, but also slightly playful, even though the serious look in his face hadn't changed much. "That's what happens when.. I guess.. i let  myself feel...this.?" It's an awkward sentence, his own body cringing a bit as he thinks it over. "You should just make this easy on me and go out with me okay-- i don't like feeling like this. I want it to stop.-- You know?--  I don't know? Flipping."