lost girl ✯✯

“thank you.“ jagger smiled as the glass was placed in front of him and he threaded his hand through his short, cropped hair. “i’ll consider coming back then. what goes in that drink?“ the singer curiously asked and he watched the other move around behind the bar to hand someone else a drink. jagger smirked at his response and he softly chuckled. “i sing and i kinda do it– professionally.” he spoke, thinking about how to bring it. “if you know what i mean. i hate saying thw rod famous but- people show up for my shows when i do them, about twenty thousand every gig. and they buy my albums too.“ he shrugged. “and i sorta lied, the name i was born with is joachim but i’ve been called jagger ever since i was a little kid.“

Aaron was surprised by the other’s comment, and he couldn’t help but smile a little by it. Ever since he started rambling on about how he liked him, he had felt nothing but rejection. Now? Now he was getting the chance to not feel it. It was for one night, and knowing them, they’d probably sober up the next day and go back to hating each other. Aaron turned his head and nuzzled his face into his shoulder, bringing his free hand to Wesley’s arm. “You smell really good,” he mumbled into his shoulder, lifting his head and resting his chin against it. “If we… don’t hate us..” Aaron let go of his hand and moved so he was standing in front of Wesley, his eyes locking on to his. “Does that mean I can… Kiss you? You look fun to kiss. Like… really kissable lips. Soft… You look like you have soft lips.” Aaron slowly leaned in to kiss him but then stopped when his lips touched his ever so lightly, suddenly getting nervous about doing it. Aaron was always extremely anxious when it came to things like that, so maybe even the alcohol wasn’t going to help him with that. Whining softly to himself, he let his face nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around Wesley’s waist. “I really wanted to do it… but you’re so… you, and I’m so me, and we… are, us and you and me aren’t… I’m not,” he mumbled, talking to himself.”

riley can’t help but laugh at how poorly the night was turning out, “i’m so sorry,” he says through his laughs. he just wanted to be spontaneous and take them on a late night picnic, but he was fully unaware that anyone would be using their sprinklers this late into the season. “you’re soaked, it’s cold, and i have a jacket in my car with your name on it if you want it.”

Aaron stopped talking as the other responded to his question. He gave him an answer that he didn’t like, especially in the current honest, drunken state he was in. As drunk as he was, for the life of him, he wouldn’t be able to explain why he acted the way he did toward Wesley on a daily basis, but if he was sober, maybe he might be able to make sense of it a little. ‘I’m getting a drink’. As he was being dragged, Aaron blinked a few times and followed Wesley. “I’m.. sorry I’m, you know, m… mean to you.. and irri.. You know,” he mumbled. “But… But look at you!” he told him, bringing a hand to his face when they got to the alcohol, his fingers lacing with his. “You are really really perfect. A lot of perfectness and really pretty. And hot. And kind of sexy. Lots of sexy. Lots and lots and lots of…” Aaron trailed off, a blush forming across his cheeks as he let out a chuckle. “A lot of it.”

Aaron nodded his head at the other’s words, disagreeing with what he was saying. “No, you hate me like I pretend to hate you. I don’t… know why we I don’t like you or love you a lot, and you don’t me,” he mumbled, his words jumbled together, not making any sense at all. Aaron looked at him as he grabbed onto his elbow, Aaron slowly replacing his elbow with his hand, his fingers lacing with Wesley’s. “Why do you hate me so much?” he asked him, managing to form a complete, somewhat clear sentence.

“Me tomorrow will be really pissed, yes. Me tomorrow doesn’t want you tomorrow to know how perfect I think you yesterday and you today are,” he rambled. There was a small frown forming across his face as Wesley kept pushing every move of affection he tried to make. “So you don’t like me like I like you… Figures. You’re… You,” he muttered, stumbling back a bit. Despite being wasted, it was evident that he was genuinely hurt by it. “It’s easier to act like I hate you… No.. none of these feelings and rejections.. and…” Aaron let out a heavy sigh. “I need another drink.”

“no, i uh- i didn’t want to go too crazy tonight.“ he said carefully, looking around the bar slowly. “it just makes me pee like crazy.“ he mumbled, wanting to crack a little joke as he leaned against the wooden bar. jagger smiled softly at the other. will was extremely kind and soft spoken which was a nice change for once. people around him usually yelled, were loud and busy and needed to get everything done in time. “i’m going to be really boring and say that it’s a vodka soda with a slice of lemon. not that interesting. but if you get any satisfaction out of making a super complicated cocktail i’ll be happy to take it.“  he smirked, playing with a coaster that laid on top of the bar. when will said he looked familiar his smile faltered and he chuckled. “never been here before, but i guess you could say i look familiar.“ he nodded. “you got a younger sister? or you know- a television?“ he asked, eyebrows raised.

muyeol thought he’d just reply to the boy’s texts and it’d be over with, but was surprised when he felt his phone vibrate once more. he rolled his eyes as he gathered his things from his desk and made his way to his car, the anger inside of the male beginning to bubble over as he thought about his past relationship with seung. the male rarely got into relationships, but took a chance with the other and wasn’t surprised when he got his heart broken. he hated seung for getting his hopes up, only for him to put the walls he’d taken down just for the other, be put back up again.

      muyeol: jesus fuck       muyeol: i don’t fucking care, seung.        muyeol: it’s too late for ‘sorry’. you broke me.       muyeol: i fucking trusted you

         seung knew muyeol hated him now -- and for good reason -- but not nearly as much as seung hated himself. he felt like he’d destroyed himself ten times over. never in his life had one human had such a grasp on his heart. in the beginning of the relationship, when it all got real, he spiraled and sabotaged muyeol & himself to avoid being weak and ruined, but he had no idea the lingering effects and results would be so much worse. he felt shame every day knowing he’d hurt the one person he cared about, his heart now hallow, head heavy, and stomach aching. and he hated himself even more for still caring. 

        ❝ flirting! ❞ she smirked. ❝ if you think i’m flirting now, wait until i actually start trying. ❞ they bounced off of one another with ease, and it made her heart yammer. she always had a tendency for affection when she was tipsy, but she found herself willing time to go faster, just so she could skip to the part where she could feel him on the pads of her fingers without it seeming a little like too soon. there were certain people she had found herself drawn to in her life, but it wasn’t usually people so charming and without threat. if he let her, she envisioned sticking around all night. perhaps even till dawn. ❝ shh. sh. i’m trying to compliment you. plus, we’re not focussing on other people’s mouths right now. i’m right here. ❞ she watched him smoke with a stupidly blissful expression on her face. when he smirked, her stomach twisted. her head dipped, hair shrouding her features, and she absorbed the compliment without a response. she feared her intoxication paired with her obvious crush would only lead to embarrassment. a grin broke apart her face when he mentioned her dress. if it did nothing other that night than catch his attention, it’d more than fulfilled its purpose. ❝ i was hoping you’d say that, or offer me your jacket. but yes. i hope you like extortionately priced red wine and increasingly drunk korean girls, because i had some things in mind… ❞ she chattered happily, leading them back into the warmth of the bar, fighting her foreign instinct to hold his hand.

Aaron was definitely drunk, and there was no doubt about it, but he meant what he was saying. If he was sober, he would probably deny everything or wouldn’t be saying any of this at all. “My knight in shining armor,” he told him with a grin, his eyes half closing as he continued to look at the other. Aaron took a few steps closer to him till there were no more steps to take. “Okay then you can’t stand me, but I can stand you. A lot… lot.. lot.  A lot, a lot. I like you a lot. I used to not be able to… stand you, but then…” Aaron let go of his hand and placed his hands on his cheeks. “Woah. You’re perfect.”

jagger was (pleasantly) surprised when the bartender decided to speak to him. he wasn’t entirely expecting it though, so he was kind of taken aback when he did and didn’t exactly know what to do or say except for chuckle carefully. “will. yeah, a beer will do.” jagger managed to speak after all, smiling. jagger didn’t exactly know what to say, so he shrugged. “i don’t know, i never usually do beer. stronger stuff usually.” he said with a slow nod. “’m gonna need a lot more beers for me to dance up on this bar.” the male leaned his elbow on the bar, his chin resting in his hand. when will had asked for his name, jagger raised his eyebrows. the bartender either really had no idea who he was, or he was just pretending. but in fear of actually being recognized, he slowly spoke the name he hadn’t been called since he was two years old. the name on his birth certificate. “joachim.. i’m uh- joachim.”