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[sms] : Were you just trying to flirt here-?

[sms] : Cute.  You’re in here as Mr. Park. 

[sms]  : Tell me, what’s your name, and what’re you doing flirting with Kim Jongin? That’s a lot like taking a hit in the nuts with this guy. 

PRETTY CITY ASKS :

STATUS // Accepting 

CHICAGO: What do you ache for?

“Y’know?  I feel like I deserve mm,–  everything this world has to offer,”  his gaze is dark, the usual warm embers of Jongin’s brown coffee hues, now measure the room with a cold and stale, empty cup for a view. He’s touching the arm of his chair, feeling the rigid plastic–enjoying the sound that follows by the way his lashes flutter downwards in that small, fleeting moment. Kai dominates with a smile stretched too thin. “The company would be a good start,” he leans forward, pushing his jacket back and with his elbows teetering from his knees he presses a finger to his lips as if ask the other to keep a secret. “Got to show ‘em just how it’s done,” he finishes with a wink, something quick and hardly there, a whisper of inky lash barely touching the apple of his cheek. “For now? I’d take a nice ass, just right here in my lap,” he pushes his fingers through his hair, disheveling what Jongin would have spent too long in the mirror perfecting in only seconds. Kai often wonders if Jongin cuts the shit and gets any.  He would be shocked if he did with the way Jongin’s been drooling over that corporate girl for ‘way-too-fucking-long’, that he almost feels sorry they share the same space. “Y’ offerin’ or somethin’?, Can’t say I’m that interested in guys.”

          “NO, that’s not a book for witchcraft.” Akiva lied. Yes, indeed, that was his favorite book since it had the most efficient and useful spells, but he had to deny it. He must deny it. His library has books and files from over six hundred years, but all he said is that he just loved buying ancient books to collect them – truth is that those boks were always his. “Well, it kind of is. That book was used by the Clark witches in the 13th century” his ex-girlfriend’s family, to be more exact. When they were still alive. But he couldn’t say that. “But its just a book. Besides, you can’t even read it! It’s in ancient English anyways. Just put it back where you found it.”

This was Jongin’s domain, --none of the things here could hold any interest of Kai’s and he almost regrets clawing his way to the forefront. There was nothing to do this early in the morning, --well there were lots, but this wasn’t on Kai’s list of needs, not today, not ever. “What’re ya, some weirdo Pagan?  You do  know that shit died like 13th century, when people still worshiped rocks or some shit right?,” Kai flips through the pages, it’s all scribble in his mind; he’s smart but he’s never seen any of this kind of mess before, and the only thing he could think of was this guy was some strange voodoo witch doctor looney. Looking back over at the other, his eyes drifting across the male’s figure if not for the third time this conversation ( no matter how one sided it was ), he thinks the guy is lucky he’s somewhat pretty for all that crazy. 

Aw thank you, it was a lot of fun tweaking it actually. I was worried some would have trouble navigating it though.

But, it makes me really happy that you enjoy it. 

You can find the base here if you’re into tweaking yourself, lil anon.

kim jongin ?

i.ii.iii.

PRETTY CITY ASKS :

Status // Accepting

Oslo: What keeps you warm?

Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.

Chicago: What do you ache for? 

“D-daddy?” Jongin wants to say something,  just ignore it and answer the questions but the title slipping from his lips makes his cheeks burn with embarrassment, he feels like he’s sputtering, like his throat has gone dry. He covers his face with his hands, “I-I don’t call anyone, Daddy, I think you’re mistaken,” he wasn’t sure if that was some kind of pun toward his position under the Chairwoman but he’s pretty sure that got what they wanted out of it, his face a nice dark shade of red to compliment the way he bites his lips to keep from sputtering any further. “ Aesthetic..uh, uhm,” he finds himself hiding his face in his palms in that moment, trying to think of things that would describe Kim Jongin. “The cross-stitch, the uh, cuff-links, a smile, the click of a photograph, mm, the smell of bergamot and fig, the color gray,” they don’t need to know that he aches to feel complete, to rid himself of the noise inside his head and so he just pats his cheeks one last time “I ache for a new winter coat, something that hugs just right, and a good ‘ol cup of coffee, I could use it after talking about it, don’t you think?”

Pretty City Asks :

Status // Accepting

Sorrento: What is your weakness?

Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?

Milan: How do you think others describe you?

London: How do you take your tea?

“I wasn’t joking about the coffee, promise,” he laughs but shifts in place, feeling a bit anxious at the repeat of this question, as if to ask him ‘no really?,’. Maybe they got a whiff of something from their competition that he was unfit to become the next in line to take the seat in the company. He couldn’t look nervous, for all they knew he was the trap card, the one to crush any smaller business within moments of that initial meeting. “Ah, you’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” he chuckles, his smile filling up most of his expression. “My batting arm isn’t all how it used to be, don’t try me though, we’ll have to have a game together,” Jongin pushes his fingers through his hair, tongue drawing over the swell of his bottom lip. “ It does remind me of my childhood, –baseball I mean, but as far as I can remember?  My childhood friend pushed me in the sandbox when I was seven, agh,–still remember swallowing all that sand too,” he doesn’t say that it’s what brought him to like her since that day, she’ll never let him live it down, plus, she’s got herself the playboy that’s his cousin and he tastes salt in his mouth at the thought. “How do others describe me? I’d like to think they’d enjoy meeting me, but they’d probably say, hey what an actual nark, but at least I don’t drink my tea black like I do my coffee.  Milk, lots of 2% milk and sugar, couldn’t drink it without. ” finding humor in these questions, keeps Kai out, for now--but he feels an numbness at the back of his eyelids, a warning sign.

Pretty City Asks : 

Status // Accepting

Sorrento: What is your weakness?

“My Weakness, hm.” Jongin allows his teeth to sink into his bottom lip for a moment, reaching to smooth the cuff of his shirt, his eyebrows shifting as he looks upwards, gathering his thoughts. “Well, you know they just opened up this new jazzy looking place, it’s called Coffee Beanery, and man,” he nearly chuckles but he keeps in the sound, his chest quivering lightly. “They serve some good coffee, I always send for some around this time of day, but someone needs to tell me how they get it so smooth, –addicting, really.”

London: How do you take your tea?

Paris: Describe your favorite kiss.

Dublin: Do you believe in Soul mates?

Oslo: What keeps you warm?

Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?

Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?

Milan: How do you think others describe you?

Prague: What is your favorite season?

New York City: What gets you up in the morning?

Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?

Tel Aviv: What is your favorite thing about your family?

Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?

Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.

Chicago: What do you ache for?

Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.

Sorrento: What is your weakness?

Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?

Budapest: What tattoo do you want?

Mumbai: What is your favorite scent