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smile for me, sunshine

continued from here w/ @minhomp

Minho watched Seong’s hand press against his chest, and the little teasing smiles he threw his way. Whereas before the fireman would have welcomed such advances, Minho had learned firsthand just how…destructive Seong’s intentions were. It was a good thing Minho could take a little heat. But not when it meant jeopardizing his friends.

“More or less,” He answers with a nod, the ghost of a smile flitting up. They were in a public place, and Minho knew better than to act like he had a problem with the demigod. He was friends with most people on the island, had helped in setting up booths and other odds and ends jobs the City Council needed a strong demigod for. If he publicly made a scene, it would lead to questions. Questions Minho couldn’t answer without Taemin finding out.

“We both know your payments for smiling is steep, Seong.”

“What are you doing tonight?” 

Grazing past the comment, Seonghwa admired that fleeting little smile. It had been so wide and confidant when they met. Seeing it fade over each time they saw each other was giving him butterflies. How long until Minho couldn’t force a smile for him, he wondered.

Tilting his head and lowering his lashes Seonghwa made his intentions clear. The question was rhetorical; he would only accept one answer. The freedom of how he chose to phrase it was Minho’s. The control was good, but the mutual understanding of it was what really did it for the heir. He had no fear the fireman would buck his suggestion and was quite looking forward to the hit he needed. They had been bound to run into each other, but he was always surprised by how seeing the other demigod in public being so upstanding lit the desire to see him broken down so quickly.

hey sunshine eyes

It wasn’t like Tau to come to a festival. Though, it wasn’t entirely unlike him either. It was something new, more things to look at and learn. The crowds didn’t bother him and he was mostly left alone which was good for him. After helping with Ahri for a while he had made his way out to get some things, had explored the tents and the food trucks, even getting some chocolates that were left uneaten in a bag next to his feet.

The lanky man was criss cross in the grass behind one of the stalls, bag of forgotten chocolates at his feet and a box of sparklers in his hand. It was just the weirdest little thing.. “A powdered stick? Metal stick.. must be with potassium nitrate…” Talking to himself about the workings of this type of firework was halted the moment he had heard his name. For a brief second it didn’t sound familiar to the ones he heard on a daily basis but he realized the moment before he looked up at who it was. Seonghwa. The man he had met at the coffee shop. If the Egyptian demigod was a regular person, he would probably feel bad for not texting him yet, but the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Tau met Seonghwa’s smile with a half assed one side perked one of his own, not even bothering to stand up as he greeted the man with a gentle lift of the box in his hand. “Seonghwa. I do not know why I did not expect you to be at a place like this, but it is good to see a familiar face as well.” There were many people he did not know here, and that was fine to him, but he guesses it did feel kinda nice to have someone you already know want to talk to you out of nowhere. “Would you like some chocolates? I would prefer they not go to waste. I am unsure why I got them in the first place, one was enough for me, it seems I got a bit carried away with all the new things.” The now black haired man motioned with his hand to the spot in front of him, offering for Seonghwa to sit with him if he has nothing better to do.

“Like sparklers for example. Have you ever used a sparkler? It is just the weirdest little thing..” His one track mind was already back on the damn box in his hands, holding them out for Seonghwa to see as if they would be new to him also.

Tau looked different than he had the last time Seonghwa saw him; still undeniably handsome, though. The sight of it felt like a thorn driven into the heir’s side. Not painful enough to stop his approach, but a nuisance nonetheless. Feeling attraction towards prey was troublesome in that way- something the son of Yanluo had no experience with up to this point. It only made him want to hurt the other man more out of spite. 

What did that mean? What impression had he given Tau? He had cultivated his image to portray exactly what had been implied- that he was an ordinary man interested in ordinary things like the festival on such an island like this. Someone who liked people, simple pleasures, socializing with no nefarious intentions. It sounded like that was what had been implied, but over analyzing was what kept the Chinese demigod unsuspected and free to enjoy himself. A faux shy smile finds his lips and a hand raises to run through soft pink hair, soft gaze slanting to the side as if unable to bear Tau’s seeming happy to see him. He is a curated museum piece expressing bashfulness. 

The offer to sit is extended and so he takes it, mirroring the other’s posture. He fucking hates grass. That happy little smile is still on his face. “These are going to melt if you don’t eat them. Taking one of the chocolates and popping it into his mouth Seonghwa watches Tau focus on the box of sparklers. He hates chocolate more than grass. “Have you not used a sparkler?” The question belays harmless surprise; he adds an undertone of delight to give the illusion of perhaps being excited to show Tau how to do so. 

The Chinese demigod was... shaken. Maybe she had picked up on that- a weakness within him. He was so full... had feed on so much intoxicating misery that he felt drunk and disoriented. Only like this was his mind clear. Without the urge to torment, despite the fullness in his limbs, his chest felt empty. He was left to think about his actions and he almost felt sick in the stomach.

She had caught him in an alley behind the festival, forehead pressed to the brick wall as he gasped. When she spoke his head turned just so, red eyes on her immediately; shining unnaturally in the gloom. Was she offering understanding? Commiseration? ...Help?

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There was plenty of misery to balance out all of the joy and excitement of the day- now evening -and Seonghwa was positively thriving. He lounged people watching with an ice cream cone as to his left beneath a tree a girl was breaking up with her boyfriend. She was leaving the island because she missed her family. Her now ex-boyfriend was pleading with her to stay, or to take him with her, or to just try long distance, just for a while. The poor guy was miserable. Seonghwa thought this was the best ice cream he’d ever had. Something about the atmosphere. 

Standing to toss out his cone something caught his eye, sweetening the early night already. Someone, rather. 

Seonghwa liked a challenge, and that was what Tau presented. Since they had met he’d been thinking of the other man. Unlike him. He chalked it up to the way the other was both so easily read and at the same time remaining just out of his grasp- seemingly unaffected by the heir’s charms. Nothing else.

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Like all social events that appeared on the heir’s radar, Seonghwa was interested and now in attendance. Not only had he immediately made arrangements to escort a certain air headed demigoddess, he had made sure he was a sight to do it. Nothing looked more innocent than a handsome young man on a “date” with his pretty little “girlfriend”. The details were negotiable and all that mattered was his carefully curated image. The one he wore tonight? Boyfriend material. 

continued from here w/ @minhomp

Seonghwa had seen the fireman from a distance and approached with an open, friendly smile, commenting on the work the other man was doing setting up a booth. Maybe he was doing some sort of charity thing. He seemed the type. Then he had made an off-handed comment about how he had seen Taemin in passing earlier; how he seemed to be having a happy little date with his husband. The heir acted as if they were just three acquaintances crossing paths. 

“Yeah. You did. You’re really durable, has anyone told you that before?” Despite the candid way Minho is speaking, Seonghwa replies only with evasive little teases. A playful smile turns his lips as the other man steps closer and has the slighter raising his chin. A hand on that broad chest. Teeth sunk into a red lip. For all intents and purposes it must have looked from the outside as if they were exchanging a private moment. Seonghwa knew he looked the part of flirty and casual; had spent a great deal of time honing that. 

seonghwaxmp​:

;Grande Cup of Apathy, Please

tau-mp​:

(…)

Tau was pleased that the man seemed excited about the record, he had been more than excited to show him, but for some reason the talk about looting of such items and not being able to see them seemed like a jab at him. Since he had not given said item to the museum. “I much prefer the term discovery.” He spoke plainly, though he had the tendency to take things to heart when it came to his years of research. As he had been called a looter before, but if it wasn’t for him, many things in this word would have never been brought to the surface to be seen by mortals and gods alike to be learnt from.

He tried to push past it, not understanding why this kind man would jab at him anyways. Though the corners of his lips were not raised anymore, he took a sip of his coffee. “In turn I would also love to show you. Though I am sure you are incredibly busy with classes and studying, you will have to let me know what time best suits you. As you are right, my excitement got the best of me. It is better not to have it leave the house for possible further damages.”

Seonghwa had no way of knowing how Tau came into possession of the tablet other than what he’s been told. He also had zero real knowledge of looting or the loss of heritage items in correlation. He absorbs just enough information on a topic to tuck away for later purposes, and when that knowledge is used up he relies on his silver tongue instead. “Not everyone cares so deeply about preserving these things, you know. It’s quite a feat that you discovered it.”

It was easy to tell that this man did have a profound amount of respect for knowledge, and the young heir picks up on the lapse in excitement immediately- only because it serves him. To further his act the Chinese demi chews at his lip in mockery of intent listening. “I always have time to see wonderful things.” As if struck by inspiration, Seonghwa produces a scarp of paper and jots his number down on it. There area a thousand flirty little quips he could use right now, but he has realized quickly that they won’t sway this man. So he slides right to plan B. 

;dangerous games

Minho’s eyes fall hooded as he lets his wrist be captured, eyebrows furrowing as if confused only for his lips to quirk upward watching the younger man’s press his lips against the warmth of his skin. Oh, this guy was good.

“You can afford to be,” He muses with an even bigger smirk, fingers curling around the hand that now rests atop his chest. He welcomes the touch, because honestly, what else was there? He was an attractive looking guy, and Minho wasn’t completely blind. A stand up guy he might be, but he was as much subject to his own desires as the next guy.

It seemed as if he was giving the right cues as he finally feels Seong’s lips against his own, and he leans forward, better to catch that teasing kiss into a fuller on, tugging the younger man closer with a free hand. “Want to test me on that?” Minho teases against Seong’s lips before he leans once more to press another kiss, this time much more demanding the last, his tongue tasting the liquor on the other’s lips.

It felt good when the other man finally fell into him. 

;dangerous games

“No, not a lot.” Minho quickly agrees, a thoughtful hum at the back of his throat as he took a sip of his drink. The buzz behind his ears had relegated further behind to Minho’s relief and he could somewhat concentrate on what Seong was saying.

It was what made Minho give a slow, almost sensual smile at the close proximity. He didn’t want to admit to anybody but he felt rusty when it came to actually vying for the attention of a guy. It had been a while since he even bothered to actually want to. But Seong had that mysterious look about him, especially the way he seemed to shy at being caught staring. Something Minho found rather cute, actually.

“Somehow, I don’t think you are as inexperienced as you say you are Seong.” Minho teases easily, dimples flashing as he dares to tap the other in the cheek, a soft laugh already rumbling from his chest. Minho wasn’t that difficult to find anything amusing after all.

“Overwhelming?” He echoes and the laugh is much more amused, but not at all derisive. “Is that how you want to say people found you hot, Seong?” His arm drapes across the lounge couch, drawing the other in into his bubble further.

“Nah,” He draws closer, nose almost bumping against his as he met the other’s eyes. “I think I can handle you. Don’t you?”

“I’m afraid I’m a little experienced in all the ways that count, right now.” In response to the tap Seong reaches up to grab Minho’s wrist, gaze still locked with the other man’s as he tilts his head and brushes full lips against the inside of his wrist. A clever tongue peeks out, swiping across lips that have dried sticky with liquor. It’s an invitation. “But I am a quick learner.”

This man currently invading his space... drawing close... begging to be tangled up in the web being woven around him... Seonghwa was going to enjoy having him fully at his disposal. It was no wonder Taemin had been so comfortable in his presence. At ease enough to partake openly in acts that could cause irreparable damage to his reputation. Minho had hero complex written all over him; had probably made his little boyfriend feel so safe and secure. The Chinese demigod loved when things came full circle.