✦Know Yourself✦

"Yea what do you want?" Comes Taka’s annoyed response. Only two words had been spoken by the other and already the elder feels like he’s being bothered. This is no different than his usual feelings of being approached, however. Socializing is by no means his strong point, most likely because he only talks to people to coax them into a false sense of comfort before he cuts them down…

…Which is why he’s left absolutely dumbfounded when the next thing out of the other’s mouth is some overused pick up line.

"Wow." Comes Taka’s sarcastically surprised reply, which is quickly followed up by an unimpressed laugh. There are only two ways he can handle this situation in his mind and of course, being Taka, he chooses the more rude sounding of the two.  "I’ve never been to heaven, jackass. Never goin’ there, either. Pretty shitty from what I heard."

An eerie smile creeps across his lips and curls them up at the ends, giving his visage a much more sinister appearance. “Though I can tell you how Mount Olympus looked when I left it.” 

Memories still swirl in his head from that very day, regardless of how many thousands of years ago it had taken place. Images of crumbling marble, smoldering ashes, and smears of red against what was left of the formerly pristine white walls of the throne room still remain fresh in his mind. He laughs, still pleased with what he’d done after all of these years. “It was in ruins, everything . Half of it was burnt to ashes, actually. The place was completely destroyed after I left it, with no life left to rebuild it. Liked it a lot better than the original actually. Not a big fan of anything pure white and refined. I’d much rather have something torn to pieces and stained red.” The last words of his sentence are purposefully laced with a malicious tone intended to frighten the other.

There’s enough of a chill in the air that Sungjoon’s wrapped in layers, head tilted down to the pavement and hands burrowed deep into pockets as he cuts through the busy street. He’s so focused on getting to his destination quickly that it takes a couple seconds to register that the stranger is speaking to him. I think you are lost is what halts his steps, leaving him to consider the possibility that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere; it’s not like he’d been paying much attention to his surroundings. But it’s the second half of the sentence that dispels his look of confusion and leaves a derisive sort of disbelief in its place.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Except the pickup line had been just terrible enough that he actually cracks a smile. You gotta be high, more like.

"I wish you loved me."

"Everyone can tell you love me, it’s obvious."

"I just wanna give you the love you never had, why won’t you let me?"

"I want to hold you like no one else has, love you like no one else has, and make you mine in ways no one else ever will."

"I would kiss every last one of your scars away if you would let me."

"I know you’re scared, but I promise I’ll protect you."

"I just want you to be mine, and me to be yours."

"Can I just hug you?"

"I’ve never met you, and this is totally crazy, but wow I really like you."

"So….you free tonight?"

"You know I’m totally free tonight if you wanna do something…"

"Can I keep you?"

"Kiss me before I go."

"If this is goodbye, I have to know what you would’ve done if I had confessed to you sooner…."

"You look really beautiful/handsome in that."

"Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven, I mean."

"Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…"


”You’re the hottest person in this place.”


“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

"You’re cute, but I bet you’d be even cuter moaning my name and begging me for ‘it’."

"Aw, your so cute. How about I buy you a drink?"

"Can I get a picture with you? Cause when I tell my mom/dad about this, he’s/she’s gonna want proof that I saw an angel."

"Hey, can I get your number?"


“*wolf whistle*”

"I wanna fuck you."

"You look so cute in that skirt~."

"I love your outfit, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor."

"I just want a chance to love you."

"I just really like, you?"

"I don’t know! Okay? I don’t know, I just…I just like you…"

"God, you look beautiful squirming like that."

"I wanna bite you, I wanna bruise you, and I wanna take you. Right here, right now." “Oh darling, I’m going to break you.”

"I wanna bite you, I wanna scratch you, I wanna bruise you, I wanna make you scream for me."

"I just want you to be mine."

"Just let me have this, this moment where we’re still us, please?"

"If you don’t love me, can’t you pretend for just a minute? Just let me have this, just for now, please…"

"When you leave me tomorrow, and I’m alone in this bed, I’m gonna wonder if you let people see all those bruises and bitemarks on your skin. I’m gonna wonder if they all know your my good little boy/girl or if they think they can have you, and that your there’s for the taking."

"Be a good little boy/girl for your master."

"Be a good little boy/girl for your mistress."

"Don’t hold it in, don’t bite it back. I wanna hear your voice, or I’ll stop."

"Shhh, shhh. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?"

"Bad boy/girl, I told you to stay quite until I said otherwise."

"Aw, your so cute when your begging."

"Get on your hands and knees and beg me."

"I really wanna get you home and out of all those clothes."

"Strip. Now."

Fuckin’…Seriously?

He frowns, head instantly whipping up to catch sight of the all-too-familiar nuisance. He sets off immediately, plucking the knife from his boot and barreling forward to meet the other head on.

"I warned ya, shit fer brains!"

He spins the knife in his fingers and holds it offensively, then reaches out for the other man’s arm, tries to tug at him, keep him there.

What the fuck. First thought.

He just stares at them, trying to comprehend the fact that they’d said such a thing out loud, rather than the fact they had said it to him. He’s rendered silent by both the stranger’s random appearance and their (unwanted) passing comment. Hearing lines from Jonghyo for months on end had been enough to run his patience for mindless wordplay shorter than his temper. He’s jaded at this point.

What an imbecile. Second thought.

He does not even bother to feel embarrassed for them, lighter clicking below the cigarette in his mouth he’d press against their face if they came back.