(( ᵐᵒᵗʰ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ .

                 ❛         the   party   is   never   late  .         ❜         thus   begins   the   night  .       hand   swiping   at   the   glass   being   oh   so   graciously   held   out   to   him   —–   taking   it   with   a   swig   to   knock   back   first   tension   sitting   PROPERLY   upon   shoulders  .       it   doesn’t   take   effect   right   away   but   he   acts   like   it   as   soon   as   he’s   sitting   down  ,   unbuttoning   the   last   button   on   his   jacket   and   s m o o t h l y   swiping   back   raven   locks   in   one   fluid   motion  .           the   day   had   been   too   long   and   his   head   ached   with   the   bleeding   memory   of   the   nuisances   that   plagued   a   mind   he   considered   to   be   quite   beautiful  .       with   that   another   chug   to   take   away   the   slow   aggression   building  .         ❛         so   what’re   we   CELEBRATING   tonight  ?       wanting   to   kill   a   good   portion   of   the   human   population  ?       good   idea  ,   i’ll   drink   to   that  .         ❜

             he   wasn’t   a   particular   angry   person  .         but   never   had   an   outlet   for   it   as   a   kid  ,   so   growing   up   he   lost   the   will   and   w a n t   to   take   it   out   on   the   necessary   things   —-   like   STRESS   BALLS  .       though   in   his   head   anything   could   be   a   stress   ball   if   you   squeezed   hard   enough  .       he   nudges   the   other   male  ,   eyebrow   cocking   with   a   simple   tilt   of   the   head  .         ❛         nah  —   but   really  ,   what’s   got   you   all   square   shouldered   and   tight   jawed  ?         ❜         

always a jokester they were regardless the disrespectful hum that clouded around their ears.   it wasn’t hard to ignore, but it was fairly easy to completely disregard sieran’s entering words.   ears were far too perked   &&   dedicated to eavesdropping.   if there was one thing jungkook learned from his scammer days was that listening   &&   waiting for scum to slip any valuable piece of gossip or information was crucial.   instead of responding jungkook continued to quietly nurse the whiskey to his lips, each sip stung but there was no reaction on his expression.   often coined for having his mind in the sky he let his mind stay there a little longer until   ----   ah,   &&   there it was.   a piece of information that slipped, a subtle jab   &&   disrespect towards the one   &&   only sieran.   his sweet friend that took time out of their busy day just to see him for a drink.

                                        @rvxeira    //    liked & liked

                       He glances up from the papers on his desk, head slightly tilted after hearing the knock at his door. Hardly anyone comes to see him, and he’s fine with that being the case generally. He gets most of his work done when he doesn’t have to converse with people, plus it’s not like anyone really talks to each other except for Taehyung and Jungkook anyways. Meaning he’s more than happy to stay out of conversations. Still, he’s not going to be unnecessarily rude to either of the two, he just doesn’t feel the need to create idle chit - chat with them. Getting up from his seat, he moves toward the door, giving it some time, after all he’s not the most talkative on the best of days so he needs to pluck up the DESIRE to speak. After giving himself a few moments’ silence, he finally opens it. There’s some surprise that comes to his features for a few moments at the sight of the younger. It’s rare that the leader comes to see him so specifically, & that happens to have him a bit confused. Usually when they meet it’s purely to discuss business, and when they do, it happens in namjoon’s his office. 

                       After looking Jungkook up & down, he finally brings himself to speak, though it all feels a little strange in this particular circumstance. “ Y’ need something? I thought we weren’t meant t’ have a meeting til next week. ” Of course, something deeper down is telling him that this visit may not be anything to do with business, as much as he wishes it were. “ I can sort m’ stuff out now if y’ need to bring the meeting forward. ” He almost wants to push for it to be business, because anything ELSE would be far too much of a strain on him in this moment. Still, he’s got no idea how the kid will respond, so he’s left waiting on the answer from the other. 

                                                              it came back again.   the pain that pooled behind his ears, warning signals that halted him from moving much further throughout his days.   when it came to headaches   &&   even the most minor of one’s, the entire mansion exploded with worry when it came to jungkook  ---  at least that’s how it was before.   now, with six men to care for that once cared for him, ignoring the pain had become second nature.   there was no time for the now leader to falter, especially since he had flown away for many months  ;  there just simply was zero time to show any weakness.   but today  ---  today was different.   it was nearly nostalgic the feeling, throbbing through ear drums and wavering each step he took.   finding stabilization with his side against the wall did he begin to push himself forward, the beating drowning down his thoughts   ----   had he forgotten to taken his medicine today   ?   mindlessly, his hand curled   &&   feet stalled before one particular door.   one he once found himself effortlessly wandering into multiple times a day all the way up until mid last year when he severed it all, ruined it all, with selfishness.   but there was no time for coherent thoughts, he simply just knocked   &&   waited.

                     he   wanted   to   act   surprised  .       as   if   he   didn’t   see   this   entire   thing   coming  ,   but   he   did  —  or   it’s   what   he   wanted   anyways  .       though   his   plans   were   going   to   take   effect   later   in   the   night   under   FLASHING   lights   and   sweaty   halloweenified   people  ,   but   this  ?       this   was   better  .       voice   is   notable   in   the   noises   he   makes  ,   soft   moans   of   something   dark   and   DESIRABLE   seeping   in   underneath   his   skin   to   that   of   being   backed   into   their   s h a r e d   bed   and   practically   manhandled   onto   it  .       the   leader   knowing    (    and   unknowing    )    the   things  /  kinks   that   made   the   slimmer   male   shiver  .       he’s   breathing   heavy   now  ,   dark   hair   splayed   about   the   bed   as   a   halo   R E P R E S E N T I N G   the   opposite   that   was    (    hopefully    )    about   to   take   place  .

    ❛         and   what   are   you   gonna   do   about   it  ?         ❜         he’s   taunting  ,   puffy   red   lips   barely   etched   over   a   pearly   moon  .       it’s   a   p a i n f u l   waiting   game  ,   and   he’s   experiencing   the   SENSATIONS   all   over  .       the   feeling   of   the   heat   build   in   his   stomach  ,   liking   the   weighted   feeling   of   the   TOWERING   male   bearing   down   on   him   with   their   hands   as   makeshift   binds  .       he’s   prey   in   this   moment  ,   doesn’t   mind  it  ,   in   fact   welcomes   it  ,   but   he   likes   to   PLAY   and   likes   to   p u s h   the   other   as   far   as   he   can  .       and   maybe   he’ll   do   just   that  .       body   wiggle’s   —–   just   enough   to   free   up   more   room   for   a   leg   to   maybe   bend   at   the   knee  ,   allowing   bare   tan   thigh   to   rub   against   their   own   in   a   repetitive   motion  .         ❛         all   those   eyes   lingering  ,   all   those   people   thinking   of   naughty   things   —   and   all   about   me  ?       i   think   i   like   that  .         ❜         the   soft   silk   of   his   voice   practically   slithered   through   the   air  .

                                                that was it.   the taunting he knew he’d pull out from their sinful lips had come to play.   as they spoke he released them of their chains to begin unbuttoning at his jacket, letting it fall off his shoulders   &&   reveal the glitters   &&   glamour that had been robbed of their sight much earlier.   a thin skin - tight mesh top tucked into his black jeans, but to add to the monochromatic look we’re several jewels   &&   chains that hung around every part of his arms   &&   torso.   several necklaces hung from his neck, dangling   &&   hanging over his chest to touch their own as he curled in closer, staring down at the other with some kind of feral look he couldn’t contain no longer.   playful fingers found their chest, the tips etching over the subtle curves of their chest before carefully stepping up to the base of their neck.   -----------   other people   ?   they had to be kidding him.   no other man or woman was even worthy of looking at taehyung that way he did.   &&   even then, jungkoook still couldn’t believe himself when he was reminded that they were his and ONLY his.   their playful words added with the movement of themselves rotating in such a pleasing manner against himself had the heat pooling beneath constrictive clothes, had hair sticking to his forehead   &&   teeth clenching tight.

                                                            dressed from top to bottom in the nine’s, jungkook sat ever so rigid yet oh so comfortable on top the bar stool, hunched over the counter with his cell phone in hand.   it was time for a working man’s retreat to the soothing touch of whiskey on the rocks, but before he could get away with the hard liquor in his hands he had to wait for his best friend come in  ---  or else that would just be sad.   just when he thought to bitch at them with a text for being more than ten minutes late now his phone vibrated within palm, a message reading loud  &&  clear that they had just parked  &&  were about to enter.   with that, jungkook waved the bartender over to order two whiskey on the rocks  ;  surely it had been a rough day for sieran too.   it was always a rough day for the both of them.

                   he   loved   dressing   up  .         would   argue   that   he   looks   g o o d   in   anything    (    and   everything   and   nothing   all   in   the   same   breath    )    but   when   he   dressed   up   with   chains   dripping   from   him  ?       ——-   it   hit   different  .       it   CALLED   for   attention   and   he   s o u g h t   in   quite   easily   due   to   features   he   always   deemed   to   be   rather   nice  .       but   oh   —-   the   hands   of   the   other  ,   his   fingers   grazing   over   the   warm   flesh   of   his   tiny   waist   and   the   way   those   VERY   hands   squeezed   into   him   made   him   v i b r a t e  .       all   the   attention   from   them   was   that   of   what   he   craved  .         ❛         yeah  ?         ❜         he   laughed   lightly  ,   tilting   his   head   up   slightly  .       hands   raised   from   the   coat   to   their   face   partially   covered   but   the   mask  .         ❛         that’s   the   point  .       and   it’s   a   plus   with   the   look   you’re   giving   me  .         ❜

                  a   kiss   over   the   very   mask  .         no   fabric   would   stop   him   from   giving   the   tiniest   of   kisses  ,   and   perhaps   he   should   be   dressing   w a r m   for   the   cold   ——   but   he   wouldn’t   DARE   ruin   his   costume  .       that   —   and   his   plan   was   to    snuggle   into   the   younger   from   the   first   sign   of   a   C H I L L  .         ❛         my   shawl   is   downstairs   with   the   shoes  .       i’m   ready   when   you   are  .         ❜         a   sweet   hum   of   thought   and   those   hands   he   felt   before   were   still   there   with   a   grip   so   hauntingly   tight   it   made   breath   hitch   and   the   early   beginnings   of   bumps   trail   along   his   spine  .         ❛         but   we   can’t   exactly   go   a n y w h e r e   if   you’re   still   holding   onto   me   as   tight   as   you   are  .         ❜         palms   smooth   over   the   other’s   arms   with   something   DARINGLY   innocent  .

                                                      they were speaking,  he was sure of it,  but the mindless obsession of the way their tiny waist felt between his hands had his body acting on instinct.   rather than be the polite man he prided himself in being when it came to control  &&  obedience,  he began to falter.   in one swift movement he made sure to flush their hips against one another, hands smoothing  &&  snaking down the small of the back, following the delicious curves of their behind where his fingernails began to sink once more.   there was no way he would allow for them to look this good  ---  they had their fun getting ready, now it was his turn to have his fun in undressing them.   feet stumbled forward, the weight of his entirety forcing them to double back alongside him as he kept the momentum to a high.   hungry lips devoured their own beneath the thin fabric of his mask, teeth tearing at the material in attempts to break through.   frustrated, one hand left their back side to pull the mark below his chin before he continued, flesh on flesh  &&  hand quick to return where it needed to be. 

                   they   love   him  ,         and   care   for   him   so   much   that   even   during   his   sleep   ridden   state   —   he’s   still   surprised  .       it   had   him   wonder   on   numerous   occasions   how   the   leader   could   when   not   even   he  ,   HIMSELF   knew   of   that   kind   of   love   from   within  .       or   from   any   other   throughout   life  .       and   he   ponders   it   as   he   blankly   stares   at   each   product   when   plucking   them   from   the   counter   to   stare   at   them  .         ❛         i   want   strawberries  …  –         ❜         a   lovely   mumble   from   pouting   red   bitten   lips  .       taehyung   u s e d   to   eat   differently  ,   used   to   be   able   to   maintain   balanced   meals   but   things   CHANGE   and   he   now   needed   help   in   making   sure   that   starvation   wasn’t   right   around   the   corner  .

              ❛         no  .         ❜         but   he’s   still   turning   to   face   the   other   male  .       still   practically   falling   into   them   with   a   quick   kiss   followed   by   arms   around   shoulders  .       where   he   proceeds   to   nuzzle   into   the   warmth   that   he   knew   as   home   and   safety  .         ❛         you   don’t   d e s e r v e   kisses   when   you’re   leaving   me   so   early  .         ❜         a   soft   grumble   of   no   MALICE   behind   all   that   he   speaks  .       so   he   retreats   from   the   embrace   to   stumble   his   way   through   the   rest   of   the   kitchen   to   locate   all   that   would   be   NEEDED   for   the   food  .       he   may   not   know   how   to   make   more   than   cereal   and   rice   but   with   all   the   practice   he’s   managed   to   memorize   where   everything   was   found  .         ❛         can   i   help   you  ?         ❜         twisting   his   torso  ,   arms   that   are   SWALLOWED   within   the   sleeves   of   the   shirt   succeeded   in   being   able   to   successfully   hold   the   blender  .

                                           with the weight of options placed over the island counter he knew that the sight alone could be something close to upsetting.   immediately jungkook rustled the plastic bags into the palms of his hands before setting them aside in the reusable containers were they were kept,  &&  afterwards he was quick to place every item purchased in their respective places throughout the kitchen.   the call for strawberries though had him moving them to the sink last, where he carefully rinsed a handful, the pads of his thumbs delicately dancing over the prickling fruit before he grabbed one of the handy clean bowls from the dishwasher.   setting the fruit in the ceramic nest he then set it in front of taehyung, offering a small smile before stealing yet another undeserving kiss  ----  they were right.  how dare the leader leave his love behind every morning to pay for the leisure's of their lives  ;  though he would never make a point of that.

spellbound something - something.   it was a place he had noticed before his half year long of disappearance, a restaurant that called out to him for no particular reason.   the store - front was much like any other he had passed by from day to day, but for whatever reason this one just wouldn’t STOP being such a sore thumb before him with each passing day.   enough had been enough   &&  he decided to enter the location, first to judge it on it’s interior before moving towards what they had to offer.   so politely had he been directed to a seat for one   &&   instead of looking at the menus for meals he immediately flipped back to the desserts  ;  it was about time for a cheat meal.   ordering what he deemed to be safe to drink  ---  some slush smoothie like substance from what it seemed with vanilla flavouring, loaded with herbs   &&  vegetables he never heard of  ---  he then sat there waiting, scoping  &&  observing the atmosphere of the entire place.

then, there it she was.

                   gold   in   glittering   jewelry  .         and   from   where   it   hung  ,   it   accentuated   and   caressed   the   SOFTEST   and   tannest   of   body   in   the   prettiest   of   ways  .       and   he   loved   it  .       from   the   golden   collar   d r i p p i n g   chains   of   similar   color   down   to   the   golden   cuffs   LINKED   up  ,   presenting   him   in   a   fashion   that   has   him   beaming   in   utmost   delight  .       and   it   M A T C H E S   with   the   rest   of   him      ;;      the   continuous   draping   of   body   chains   over   waist   and   shoulders   to   compliment   that   of   the   jewelry   in   his   ears   and   the   silky   clothes   OH   SO   delicately   wrapped   around   hips  .       he’s   pretty  .       he   thinks  .       it’s   why   he   wanted   to   dress   up   exactly   like   so  .

       ❛         no   fair  .       you   already   covered   up  .         ❜         a   pout   over   pretty   pink   lips  ,   his   eyes   of   which   narrowing   with   the   kohl   and   glitter   lining   them  .       the   exit   of   the   bathroom   and   in   light   steps   is   FOLLOWED   by   the   tucking   of   hair   brushing   behind   his   left   ear  .       crossing   the   distance   of   the   threshold   between   the   two   ——   albeit   a   tad   disappointed   that   he   hadn’t   been   given   the   c h a n c e   to   look   and   admire   the   other   in   all   his   beautiful   glory  .         ❛         i   know   you’re   not   feeling   the   greatest   about   the   costume   but   —–  ..         ❜         when   he’s   close   enough   he   reaches   out   to   tug   at   the   jacket  .         ❛         but   i   bet   you   look   AMAZING  .       —  ..   do   i   look   okay  ?         ❜

in waiting he turned to keep his eyes fixated to the bathroom door, not wanting to miss a moments time of when the other first revealed their plentiful abundance of beauty that NO ONE would ever be worthy enough to gaze upon.   not even himself.   &&   as they exited he couldn’t find a reason to listen.   he could tell their lips were moving but all sense had gone to his eyes, now famished, looking over every detail that accentuated   &&   hung off the tiny curves of their body.   in this ogling, lips fell agape, though thankfully his mask hid the impression they had given him  ---  though his eyes, his eyes told it all.   then he’s swept away by the tug, snapping him into reality that they were in even closer proximity than before   ;   immediately he fumbled.

                   he   swayed   slightly  ,         enough   to   knock   him   out   of   his   nap   that   he   desperately   tried   to   AVOID   so   he   could   wait   up   for   the   other’s   return  .       in   his   sloppy   cross   legged   sitting   stance   he   managed   to   not   be   very   good   at   staying   awake  .       he   wasn’t   f o n d   of   morning’s   or   early   afternoon’s   but   weekends    (    particularly   saturday’s    )    were   their   days   and   he   WISHED   to   have   as   much   time   with   jungkook   as   he   possibly   could  .       he   managed   to   complain   about   it   on   any   other   day   —-   even   attempting   to   cling   onto   them   before   leaving  .

                      the   door   clicked  .       the   shuffling   of   bags  ,   shoes   and   the   peak   of   a   familiar   voice  .       taehyung   is   quickly   p e r k i n g   up   from   the   couch  ,   practically   tripping   over   the   blanket   (    he   had   taken   from   their   room    )    just   to   make   his   way   towards   the   other  .              ❛         hi   daddy  ,   missed   you  .         ❜         a   mumble   of   the   lips  ,   rubbing   at   eyes   with   the   back   of   his   sweater   paws  .         ❛         you   always   leave   so   early  .         ❜         a   soft   sigh   with   words   being   spoken   to   himself   as   he   starts   picking   up   one   of   the   bags  .       placing   it   on   the   counter  ,   thus   continuing   with   the   rest   until   he   starts   pulling   items   out   one   by   one   to   help   them  .       TRUTHFULLY  ?       he   isn’t   paying   attention   to   what   had   been   bought  ,   just   mindlessly    (    tiredly   so    )    setting   them   down   and   separating   each   one  .         ❛         what’re   you   making   today  ?       seems   like   a   lot  ..  —   it’s   not   a   lot  ,   right  ?         ❜

                               sleep was more of a challenge than anything for taehyung whenever he wasn’t around, but still he always seemed to find himself shocked whenever he came home to taehyung moping about in search for him.   as they came closer he began to drift his attention away from the felines to his lover, knees straightening  ;  &&  just as he reached out for some affection the other had already plucked up one of the grocery bags   &&   began walking into the kitchen.   jungkook couldn’t help but let out an effortless chuckle, dumbfounded even, watching them hobble over to the other room before he quickly followed after with the last bag in hand.   “   baby --- i missed you too --- you forgot to give me a kiss.   ”    he almost wanted to pout, but he had his time already to wake up, it was their turn now  ;  he just liked to poke a little fun during these lucid dream - like moments.   setting the grocery bag he had in his own hand next to the one they were already unpacking, he followed suit in their steps, carefully taking out each ingredient and lining them up.

                              out of his comfort zone he dressed in jewelries draped over his torso, bracelets dangling from limbs, he stood before the body length mirror of his room to look at the costume taehyung had pined so desperately for.   silk  &&  shimmering materials were made for taehyung  &&  their slim stature  ---  but for jungkook, he felt a little ridiculous.   that wasn’t to say that he didn’t look good  ---  he knew he did  ---  it was just that he wasn’t ever one to parade outdoors like this.   but it was a special night, halloween to be exact,   &&  he needed to fit that beautiful theme taehyung had envisioned in their mind.   anything to make them happy.