#:takeyouhigher

+differentbutsuperior

—   Jiyoung doesn’t remember entering the club, but he’s not all that surprised to find himself there, dancing to music that’s just a little too loud, eyes half-lidded against the sweat threatening to drip down into them. The bass rings in his chest as he rolls his hips to the beat, arm slung casually over the bare shoulder of the guy he’s grinding up against. He’s sweating, enough that Jiyoung’s wrist slips every couple of seconds, forcing him to ground himself by threading his fingers through the guy’s hair. 

     He seems to like this because his body purrs with a low hum and next thing Jiyoung knows the guy’s leaning forward, mouthing at his jaw. Jiyoung sips at his hellishly green drink, ever so slightly bored. He only dropped the acid twenty minutes ago, so he reckons he’s got another ten before things start getting really fun. 

     He hears the commotion before he sees it; a loud crash has him turning his head over to the bar, eyes locking on the scene playing out before him. The bartender’s pissed, which isn’t really surprising, because he’s an older guy in a club full of sweaty twenty-something’s who just want to get laid. But the source of his anger seems to be coming from the guy leaning up on the bar, and Jiyoung swears he can see his smirk from here. The bartender’s gripping the glass he’d slammed down on the counter -- the source of the loud noise -- with white knuckles, face already turning red. 

     Jiyoung cocks an eyebrow, swallowing the last of his neon concoction and pushing away the guy who’s attached himself to Jiyoung’s neck with a light shove to the chest. The guy lets out a low whine, but doesn’t try to follow Jiyoung as he makes his way over to the bar, sliding in beside the smirking man, placing his empty glass onto the wood.

“Texts From Last Night” — +shibuyaglitter (status — accepting)

Taehyung laid back against the soft cushion “you can’t get rid of my that easily” he chuckled. Taking a look around the olders apartment before smiling at the male.

“It’s cozy anyway. Not too cold like my apartment. And I like the view, you seem so see more sky that I do” he chuckled. He enjoyed playing around with the older, seemed to enjoy the smile on the others face. Playfully sticking his tongue out just to be the pain he is before laughing at his own dumbness.

—   Jiyoung grinned, looking at the other out of the corner of his eye. They were both leaning against a pile of pillows they’d bundled up at the end of his bed, legs hanging over the edge as they looked out the window.

Taehyung honestly didn’t know what to say, it all looked so, well, it made his mouth water. His smile grew wide “okay okay. Where should I even start though” a soft chuckle passed his lips as he turned his head slightly to look at the other. “Well either way, thanks sweets~” he gave a small peck on the olders cheek before sitting down finally. “And I would never let all this go to waste, promise” he took his first bite, melting into the chair a bit as he hummed. “So good. You taught yourself? This is amazing!!”

—   Jiyoung couldn’t help but grin at the kiss, crossing his arms to watch the other dig in.

“Whisper” — +99xpetals(status — accepting)

—   “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he whispered, leaning back in his chair. This ‘blind dating’ thing wasn’t really his scene — had never been — but Seunghyun had assured him this would be good for him, and that the girl was cute. She was — Jiyoung would admit — very cute, but seemed a little nervous and unwilling to talk.

“Whisper” — +idekicantthink(status — accepting)

—   “I know you love me,” Jiyoung whispered, grinning widely as he pushed Taehyung towards the table of food, the best he could make.

1-110 Meme: +idekicantthink

—   Jiyoung’s brows furrowed in confusion, wondering if maybe he just didn’t get it. The kid was supposed to be some sort of artistic genius, right? Maybe there was a deeper level to it that just didn’t resonate with Jiyoung’s hamster brain, and this music — whatever it was — was actually beautiful. Critics were probably fanning themselves at just the thought of this neo-grunge bullshit.

     And his voice was beautiful, of that, Jiyoung had no doubt, but— 

1-110 Meme: +anvbxs

—   The club was loud, a wild churning pot of dancing bodies spinning aimlessly around the room, strobe lights of every colour imaginable illuminating the mosaic of people. Jiyoung would normally be enjoying himself —this was his element, after all — but for some reason, the girl he had found himself dancing with would not shut up.

   Objectively, he knew it wasn’t her fault. Whatever he’d taken in the bathroom was slowing down time, making everything drawn out, so she probably wasn’t even talking that much. But even still, watching her mouth open and close — had she been introducing herself? He honestly couldn’t remember — was starting to wear thin.