lips like sugar words like venom

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

[ // – he enjoys the sight in front of him, of the other crawling towards him. on all of his fours, movements as graceful as a cat's, aura as dangerous as a snake's. he smirks as the thought crosses over his mind. maybe that's why they call him the little slytherin prince. maybe that's why he always seem to blend in so nicely with the black leather couch and the rich dark green embossed with golden threads of a snake. his adam's apple bobbed ever so slightly as he swallowed his desire, his budding salaciousness as the other closed the distance between the two of them. his movements are excruciatingly slow compared to the heart beating in the cavity of his chest. it wasn't just the flagrant sexual desire of a pubescent boy that made his heart race, it's also the deep sense of appreciation he holds for the other. because when he moves ever so slowly, when he crawls almost over him and atop of him, he can see every inch of his ski. how smooth his face is, how long his lashes are. and his eyes are like a deep sea, black with secrets and tales untold. and yoongi wants to drown in them. he screams danger but he knows he wants no other than jongdae to be the death of him ] [ // he twitches ever so softly as the other's fingers land on his hair. sensory system sends signals to his brain and his brain to his amygdala. and then a flood of emotions rushed through him and drench him wet. his lips slightly parted from his previous smile yet something inside him snap. he can't wait. he's never one to slow dance. he rocks it out at a festival. so his hand shoots out towards jongdae, left hand finding his way to the back of the other's neck as his other one entwines itself gently in his hair. he pulls him closer until their forehead touch. he leads him in until the tip of their noses brushes each other's. he leans up towards him until he can feel jongdae's warm breathe on his skin. ] God I want you so bad.

[ bt ] yoongi & hyomin

He stared at her for a while, eyes steady and searching, looking beneath the armor she's wearing to shield herself. There's no depth in her eyes, it's as if he's looking into a pair of glass eyes. Yet he knew that wasn't the case. Because he saw them moving and rolling behind her lids. He saw the flicker of wavering stories – songs that were left unsung – in them. But they were barely there. He shifted his gaze to the ice in his drink, the transparent cubes reminding him of a heated night under the cold night of Maldives. His lips twitched before he whispered a small "alright", indicating he'd not push the matter any further. "it's okay. Better than the last one." He murmured, voice tinting with amusement, appreciation. Because last time he was played on, lead on like a puppy with a bone. But now, they're both dancing to the waltz. He didn't say anymore though. They never did spill too much details between each other. There's certainly no need to start now, at least that's what he thought.

yoongi & hyomin

"A guy?" Yoongi quirked his eyebrow as he gulped down half the content of his glass. She certainly looked like she's in knee deep in this trouble. Guys, girls, love. They always messed things up because then your head will stop working and you let your heart took reign of your body and mind. And although you should listen to your heart but you have to think with your brain. Or at least that's what Yoongi thought. "D'you wanna...talk about it? We ain't going anywhere anytime soon anyway." murmured whisper amongst the buzzing crowd, a gentle reminder that she could always tell him things and he'd have his mouth shut for her. "I'm good." He started, the reply almost automatic before he gave the question another thought. His brother missing and his father at the hospital while his mother weaving away her sadness. But amongst all those he found some kind of hope, some ray of light. Though in the form of something he hadn't expected at all. He chuckled at the thought of the cocky Slytherin who just recently sneaked his way into his mess of a life. "Yeah i'm good right now."

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

[ // – a hint of a smirk comes across his face as he watches the mattress sinks with the other's weight. he doesn't move either, preferring to keep what they have now. he doesn't quite understand this thing between them. yoongi has always been an affectionate person, a very physical person. skin against skin, fingertips on his loved one's body, hand around wrist and kisses on their cheeks. but not with jongdae. not with the one he harbors this much passion for. no, their heated gazes are enough. the little spark of electricity when they nearly touch each other is enough. the smirks and the titillating whispers they share with each others, dripping with innuendos, laced with songs of fervent ardor that will never be sung  – that's all enough for yoongi, ] [ // – he pushes himself forward, his one leg folded on the bed, toes grazing the other's clothed knee. his eyes are teasing, smile taunting the other to come closer, daring him to take the lead this time. but he says nothing. for he knows that the one in front of him knows exactly what he wants him to know. there's no need for words, the sexual tension between them is already so thick you can cut it with a knife. but who will cut it, is the question lingering in both their minds. ] of course you can. [ // – he murmurs under his breathe, lips closing and opening ever so slightly behind the smile they're wearing ]

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

{—jongdae was a man that held on his pride, he wanted people to know about his origins, the house he belonged to; although he was not wearing the school uniform at the given moment, his attire was still pretty much composed from a gray sweater and green stripes along it, the slytherin badge shining on the left side of his chest. his appearance and disappearance had to do with family matters indeed, forced to come out in contact with his parents whom he abhorred, which is why he came to the conclusion that he would isolate himself at hogwarts once again; each step was calculated, eyes big at the sight of something new. it had always been yoongi visiting the dungeons and now that he had the chance to, he scanned and scanned for every little detail — an observant person, he was.} {—he catches the other’s words, expression stoic for the sake of teasing, though when he was on the verge of passing, he paused, head tipping to the side enough for their lips to be inches away, but instead of leaning forward for a fierce kiss, he grins and steps in the room, until standing in the middle to catch a full view} ..You know, for a house with a terrible color choice that will soon make me go blind, this isn’t half bad. 

[ // – to have jongdae visit his room for a chance, it sends shivers of excitement down yoongi's spine, it makes his heart bubbles up with the flutters of a ten years old in front of his first crush. it's no butterflies in his stomach, but fire. burning red fire that fills his whole being with passion. yet he keeps his face cool as he leans against the door frame, hands silently casting a soundproof spell, not wanting his housemates to eavesdrop on whatever might or might not happen within these four walls. ] [ // – he follows the other into the room, rounding him as his hand hovers over the other's shoulder as he turned in front of the slytherin prince – his  slytherin prince. face leaning in closer, leaving barely an inch between them, he whispers his reply ] well, i got to say, i've refined taste, don't you agree? [ // – one second, two seconds, three seconds that feels all too long as he stares into the dark pools of jongdae's eyes. their breathes warm against each other skin. he tugs his lips into a lazy smirk before he pulls away, throwing himself to his bed as he sits there, elbows propping himself up as he stares at Jongdae ] So, what brings you here? Anything i can help you with?

▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

{—the permission for physical contact had a while since passed from jongdae’s side, and although yoongi was full aware he could do as wanted ( with minor exceptions such as ambush ), he still respected his private space, which was honestly relieving and one of the many reasons he grew fond of what they had. there’s a small breath and although he does with to have  hold on yoongi’s waist, hand, or even pinky finger, but he also feels thrilled by the situation alone, how fierce their gazes were comparing to lack of touching. it wasn’t love what he felt, not in the slightest, but it wasn’t simple liking either; a strong feeling that wrapped his heart with a heavy pressure which made him want to burst in a series of emotions is what he felt} {—he rolls his eyes at the question and tips his head to the side, lashes fluttered} don’t be ridiculous, i do always get what i want, with or without approval. {—he speaks, indifferent to pair of ears that might be listening to them and followed after yoongi’s hinting, composing himself by stuffing his hands in his pockets and simply walk past him towards the stairs} 

[ / / – yoongi simply followed, eyes filling themselves with the sight of jongdae's back. the way he walked with such poise, such confidence. the brisk of his pace, the way his clothes wrinkled with each move. who knew when he's going to disappear again? and this time, yoongi's going to carve every inch of his body, every pixel of his existence into his mind. for him jongdae was like something you could touch, you could grasp. something you can have if you bleed yourself enough for it. but he will never belong to you. like a tragic Grecian stories of the old Gods. ] [ / / – yoongi swallowed the desire burning though his skin, the desire to frame his beauty and cockiness, the desire to frame the magnetic pull between them. what they had is wrong in the eyes of many. but he doesn't care. from the moment they had set their sight on each other, a secret fire was lit in the corner of his heart and without him ever knowing, it has spread into a burning passion, consuming all of his heart ] After you. [ / / – he whispers as he opens the door for him, his dark brown eyes never leaving the other's and it was as if he's recreating s copy of his eyes in the back of his mind. every speck of color, every line of light. ]