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To the people that have requests in, I'd like to personally apologize. And also bring you good news! In an attempt to procrastinate from NaNo and college deadlines, I'm going to do your submissions. Sorry it took so long: college is a bitch.
Sorry Please make a sequel for Ontae g ; misc , I know it's a oneshot, but is it ok to make an exception ? because that was beautiful .. ;_;
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It might take me a little bit to get to it (I just started college recently so I'm still getting into the swing of things) and I have another request that I've been a horrible enough person to not post yet (i'm reallynsorry about that). But I'll get it posted ASAP.
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Taemin is soft lips and sharp angles from across the room, where he stands swaying to the beat of the jazz band on stage. The bar is all but cleared out by now, and half of the performers are drunk, their notes sluggish and off beat. Taemin doesn’t seem to notice but Jinki does. His glass is half empty again and he sighs at it then glances back at Taemin.
He doesn’t know his name. Doesn’t know how fluidly it would roll off his tongue – how it would taste lingering on his lips. If he knew, he would get up off his little barstool and go over to the man sinking down onto a chair. He’d pull out the seat across from him and offer to buy him a drink, even though it is almost closing time and Jinki doesn’t really have much money left on him. Instead, he lets the butchered beat absorb into him, trying to understand the rhythm until it tapers off into a final brassy note and Jinki realizes it’s 2AM. Realizes that the spot he has been staring at is empty. Dazed, he turns to the bartender, who simply says “closed” and wipes something off the counter.
Jinki nods and downs the rest of his drink before he slides out the door and into the brusque night. There are still a few people here and there on the streets – people like him, the last to leave the bars and clubs that have long since lost their nightly fun. A chilly wind blows. Jinki huddles into his coat and heads in the direction of home.
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Hello, dear authors ^^ I'm ficwriter from Russia ang my hobby is translating different English fics to Russian to let Russian Inspirit read more interesting things. I want to translate your fic ("I don't understand why you let yourself be this...") and its sequel. Will I get your permission to translate this fic? Thanks ^^
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Is he a demon or a captive?
Because he's both. He's a demon when he sees Jongin's skin, because his stomach pulls with two different feelings and he wants to tear into his flesh and taste the copper on his tongue and feel the salt and hear him scream. Feel him writhe. Hopelessness like lust and hunger.
But he wants to runs his lips along that very same skin, and he craves it in another way, in its warmth and its flawlessness. He wants to hear him scream and feel him writhe but not as a victim, and more a sinful beauty that he just wants to feel.
So it's that same warmth. It's that same gentle skin. It's the human in Jongin that makes him so delicious. That irresistible heat on his tongue and in his throat and on his fingers. That fragrant, human scent, and it both pulls and pushes Kyungsoo closer and farther from the worst thing he's ever done. Because he's never killed someone he loves and he's never craved someone quite like this before. The irony is beating him like thorns around his ankles, so if this is love, then why does it seem so much like hunting?
He's never hunted someone so infatuating.
He's never craved someone like Jongin.
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Friday morning is a lot like longing.
Friday evening is Baekhyun in a gray cable knit sweater and jeans, jangling his keys as he unlocks the door to the apartment and says, "I was reassigned columns. Can you believe that?" Chanyeol is already on the couch, and he's only been home for about fifteen minutes so he hasn't even changed, but his tie is loose and the first two buttons of his white shirt are undone. He looks up from the television with wide, shocked eyes that imply scandal. That's exactly what Baekhyun is looking for. The perfect reaction.
"But you loved doing Ask About It. How could they change your specialty?"
Baekhyun makes a noise and moves his arms and kicks off his shoes. Ask About It is a segment he's been doing for the magazine for months now. Letters asking advice on relationships and household strife and all the juicy stuff. It's the best column Baekhyun has ever been in charge of, and now they've given it to Im Yoona and switched Baekhyun to sports. He flops onto the couch and tells Chanyeol, receives the best response.
"Sports? It's like they're trying to chase you away. How are the readers going to react when they see there's a new Ask About It writer?"
"Exactly what I said, but they told me they wanted to try giving the column to a woman."
Friday night is Baekhyun sitting with his head in Chanyeol's lap, staring at the ceiling and ranting about work while Chanyeol plays with his bangs, brushing them to the side and back, repeat. Friday night is Baekhyun getting too hot for his sweater and taking it off, throwing it over the side of the couch and shimmying out of his jeans and sitting up to get comfortable on Chanyeol's lap. Friday night is Chanyeol saying, "Don't let it stress you too bad," as he kisses Baekhyun. Friday night is Baekhyun shedding off his irritation along with Chanyeol's shirt buttons.
Friday night is Baekhyun's heart in a frenzy and Chanyeol's lips making sure that stress doesn't get through the front door.
Friday night runs into Saturday morning.
The second sign is that he's going through a breakup. A breakup with a handsomely handsome boy with a gorgeous face and an even prettier cock. So yeah, this is a terrible idea.
He barely remembers the number, he hasn't had to do this in such a long time. His fingers stumble over the keys and he shoves the phone to his ear, stumbles over some words before the line even picks up.
"I want to..have...a...I need a sex. No...that...shit."
He curses himself, tries not to vomit as the voice on the other end actually does answer with a, "Thank you for calling. How may we attend to you?"
The voice is sweet. "Yeah, you guys are great. I'm calling for a hooker. A prostitute. Someone with whom I can have sex."
The voice pauses for a moment and lets Jongdae finish. How courteous. He hiccups. The voice continues.
"Anything specific?"
"I like men."
"Please give me your address and we'll have someone sent over."
"I love you."
Jongdae slurs his apartment complex and room number and hangs up, telling the phone operator that he thinks she has a wonderful voice, and that she sounds like a nice person, and that she's a wonderful mother. Then he falls back on his bed and closes his eyes and before he know it he's having a dream about rabbits taking over his flat.
The knock on his front door is appallingly loud to his intoxicated brain. He heaves himself up, fights bile down his throat and staggers to the door. He almost trips on the carpet as he pulls it open, leaning on the door frame and grinning at his new business acquaintance.
"Oh fucking great, you're drunk off your ass, aren't you?"
Jongdae fights his eyes into focus and takes in the guy in front of him. Tight leather from the waist down and a loose jacket, dark lined eyes and slim hips and what looks to be a seriously perky ass. Small, delicate mouth. Cute nose. The guy is like a wet dream.
"You're beautiful. I love you," Jongdae says, and his mouth definitely tries to makes the words but it doesn't seem to work. The guy rolls his eyes, pushes Jongdae to the side and makes his way uninvited into Jongdae's apartment.
"Okay, so you pay first, just so we have that straight. Then we fuck, then I go home. Unless you wanna pay me some more, and I'll stay the night. Or we can fuck again. I don't care. Where's your bathroom?"
Jongdae blinks, his mind a bit muddled as he tries to process all of that. The guy repeats the last part, and Jongdae ignores him. "What's your name?" he asks.
His new found beauty gives him a look, like disgust and exasperation and contempt. "Um...I dunno...Gertrude. Bathroom?"
That's not right. It can't be. "Your name is Gertrude Bathroom?"
Gertrude - that cannot seriously be his name - shrugs. "Sure. My name is anything you want it to be, dude. Now where the hell is the loo? The John? The fucking bathroom, man."
Jongdae kind of gets that he's being lied to, so he just pouts a little and points to the side, and Mr. Too Pretty Prostitute makes his way to the bathroom and closes the door. He's only gone for a moment, and Jongdae hears the tap turn on and off once, a splash of water like he's washing his hands. Then the light flicks off and he emerges like some kind of clean handed, angel of a hooker. Jongdae loves hookers.
He's going to cry. He's a mess. Why did Joonmyun break up with him? Why does no one love him? Why hasn't his mother called this week?
"What's your real name?" Jongdae asks, and somehow there are tears in his eyes and his guest looks shocked.
"Okay, don't cry, damn. It's Baekhyun. Not Gertrude Bathroom. Byun Baekhyun." He walks over, places a hand on Jongdae's shoulder and leads him to the couch. Jongdae lets him. "What's yours?"
Jongdae sniffles, feels a small wave of nausea and leans into Baekhyun. "Jongdae." Baekhyun makes a face over his rancid breath, like cheap vodka and stale chips.
"Okay, Jongdae. Why the hell are you crying?"
Jongdae makes a choked up noise and he swears he can hear Baekhyun's eyes roll and his mind screaming, "Why do I always get the crazy ones?"
"No one loves me."
Baekhyun sighs, pats Jongdae's back awkwardly and when he speaks, his voice is surprisingly soft. "I'm sure that isn't true, Jongshin."
"Jongdae."
"Jongdae."
Jongdae swallows and nods, but he doesn't know why because he's entirely sure it is true. No one loves him. He's going to die alone, in this dingy apartment with the green shag carpet, and he's never going to be loved by anyone who is handsome and nice and makes bad jokes. He lives off bad jokes. How is he supposed to survive? By crying on prostitutes for the rest of his days?
"No. I'm a filthy mess. No one will ever love me. Eveeerrrrr."
"I think you're kind of exaggerating. Did you get dumped or something?"
"I got dumped."
"Was he hot?"
Jongdae makes another noise and Baekhyun says he takes that as a yes. "Are we gonna do it then? Or are you just going to cry?"
Jongdae sits up, and he hasn't cried in a long time. He's more than a little drunk. He's a lot drunk. He nods. "Yeah, let's do that."
"Cry or have sex?"
"Both probably."
Baekhyun blinks, shrugs and grabs Jongdae's shirt to pull him over for a kiss. The second their lips touch however, Jongdae feels his throat sting and he's going to puke. He pulls back, makes a noise and cups his mouth and Baekhyun actually groans in frustration. "Do not throw up on me or I swear I will smack your dick off."
Jongdae nods before he makes a run for the bathroom. Baekhyun is really cool, he thinks. Oddly enough, this isn't so bad.
He needs to go to therapy.
Also a little bit weird. It’s been three months since Leo showed up, and he still hasn’t quite gotten the hang of human life. Of course, Hakyeon isn’t sure if it’s normal to take three months to assimilate into another planet’s culture. He’s never had to do it, and it’s not really something he can google. Leo’s also averse to large crowds, so for the most part, he’s stuck to taking him shopping for food and clothes, and going on small excursions into public. Like now, for instance.
They’re sitting at an outdoor table at a café, waiting for the waiter to come back and take their order. Leo’s used to this by now, so he doesn’t look as uncomfortable as he does when he has to go new places. Instead, he’s quietly looking at the people around them.
“Hakyeon,” he says abruptly, and Hakyeon glances up from his menu. Leo’s eyes are locked on the back of some random girl’s head. “What’s a date?” he asks.
“A date?” Leo nods. Hakyeon thinks of all of the midday dramas he’s been watching lately and smiles.
 “Well, it’s a type of fruit…” he teases. But of course Leo doesn’t get it. He turns a questioning gaze on Hakyeon.
“It has another meaning,” he tells him, wondering if they have the equivalent of such a mundane concept back on Leo’s home planet. “A more romantic one.”
Leo just stares, always the attentive pupil.
“It’s when you go on fantastic moonlit beach walks, movie nights, and lunches with the person you like,” he tells him. He expects Leo to nod, emitting a low hum like he normally does when he learns a new bit of human culture. This time though, he cocks his head to the side and raises a single sculpted eyebrow. “Person you like,” he repeats. Hakyeon averts his eyes.
“Yeah.” He brushes a piece of hair out of his face, all of a sudden feeling just a tiny bit antsy under Leo’s stare. “Someone you’re attracted to,” he says.
Leo watches him for a minute more, making Hakyeon squirm more than he tries to let on. His eyes are clear and steady, and Hakyeon can feel his cheeks growing warm. But it only lasts a few seconds, and then Leo goes back to his menu, leaving Hakyeon feeling as if a weight has been lifted off of his body. He closes his menu and fiddles with his straw.
“Hakyeon?” Leo asks, disrupting the silence.
“Hm?”
“Is this a date?” This time, there isn’t any hiding his reaction. Hakyeon’s cheeks turn crimson and he murmurs a nondescript answer, shaking his head.
“It’s not?” Leo looks confused for only a moment before his expression smoothes out into its regular blank canvas.
“No. Don’t you remember what I told you romantic means?” His cheeks are burning brighter by the second and he wants to hide his face under the table. But that would be awkward, because just earlier he’d had to remind Leo what the word embarrassed meant.
He may or may not have used hiding under a table as an example.
Leo nods. “Oh.” They sit for another couple of drawn out seconds in complete silence. Hakyeon folds his hands neatly in his lap and tries not to fiddle too much. Not that Leo will pick up on how nervous he’s suddenly become. He’s yet to grasp all the complexities of body language.
Finally, Leo closes his menu and places it beside them on the table, atop Hakyeon’s abandoned one.
“Hakyeon?” He shifts his gaze, and the way their eyes lock sends chills tingling down Hakyeon’s spine. And though he’s not really sure, and it’s not really common, Hakyeon thinks that Leo is smiling just a little when he says, “I think this is a date.”
Leo cherishes the moments when only he is awake, watching Hakyeon sleep. This Hakyeon, quiet and still, existing only for him. He likes to watch the flutter of eyelids and the twitch of a bottom lip, curls neatly lain across Hakyeon's forehead and his hands on his chest. Leo likes it this way.

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