#celxmiyavi

It was almost four in the morning, and it seems like the crowd had lowered down in numbers, the streaks of light were still there and the music was still loud as before. Oh, how she felt quite relieved that in less than an hour -- it’s finally closing. She could finally take a rest, today was tiring anyway. The club was jump packed since it’s friday night, and she didn’t had any breaks at all, her heels were pretty much aching now -- and she couldn’t wait for her bed and her pillows -- the best comforts in her life right now.

She saw most people were already leaving the place, and a sigh of relief escaped from her lips almost instantly upon seeing the sight of the crowd leaving the vicinity. She was already hoping that the time would move faster than usual, and so she decided to clean up some stuffs so she can go home early later. 

However, in the midst of cleaning up she saw a man still sitting on one of the bar stool, and he seemed like he didn’t had any plans of leaving at all, her eyebrows quirked at the sight of him. Is he drunk or what? She hesitated for a moment on whether she should tell him that it was almost closing time, since he could react violently, who knows -- but then again, she wanted to go home as early as possible so badly so she prepared herself for whatever reaction she could get from the man upon telling him to leave.

Writing replies for: Hakyeon, Himchan Waiting on: Miyavi, Yongguk, Jongin

The night had taken a surprising turn. What Barom expected to be a normal night out, drinking and dancing, turned out to be one of the most awkward situations he had ever found himself in. To put into simpler terms, Barom was drunk out of his mind. The bar had added a new liquor and like an idiot Barom though he could handle it. He wasn’t alone though. The man beside him had thought the same. Within half an hour both men were shit face and the best of friends. 

Some time between drinking shots of vodka and gossiping, both men had found their way over to a both where they continued to bound. Most people would have wandered off by now or fallen asleep, but not these two. Some how they had managed to stay stuck act the hip. If someone were to look in at Barom and his new friend they would think that they two had none each other forever instead of for half an hour.

“Ah.....this is the best night I have ever had, mate.” Barom laughed almost giddily, falling back against Miyavi. “Is it just me or does this taste like candy now...” He sat up, eyeing the bottle suspiciously as if the contents had magically turned sweeter. Barom had been drunk before, but this time the alcohol he had consumed made him even touchy than he usually tended to be when intoxicated. So far, Miyavi didn’t seem to mind. 

Send me ?? for a strange/vague text

{ ✉ sms → drunken asshole } thank you for the smell of alcohol, prick{ ✉ sms → drunken asshole } you owe me

Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text

Freeze… melt… freeze again…

Jimin had been playing with the same couple droplets of water for the past ten or fifteen minutes. It was the dead of night, her shift had ended long ago, and yet, this was the only thing she had to do. At this point, it had almost become habit to sneak out in the dead of night to practice her powers in secret, since she had been doing it before she had even moved out. Now it had just become a habit, even though at this point, practicing her powers on the sink in her bathroom would have proven to be a more private location. Nonetheless, she was already here, enjoying the serenity of the empty park, and enjoying the subtle noises the ice made whenever she froze the water droplets. The small crackling sound that ice made always brought a small sense of joy to Jimin in this almost unbearable world. In this sound, in this atmosphere, and in this darkness of the night, Jimin could truly find peace.

With a soft groan  Jihoon's bare legs slide between silken sheets as he slowly rolls onto his back, in the centre of his large, wide, white King size and his eyes blearily blink awake. Lifting his head he gazes over at his flashing alarm clock, the digital, red digits showing the same numbers they always do. 6.30am, the sun is blocked from his bedroom by thick blinds and he is alone - everything is how it always is. Slowly he sits and his body instantly protests. Letting out a gasped cry he jolts his back as the muscles twinge. It had started a few weeks ago and was only getting progressively worse. His poor, tired bones had had enough of the years of abuse and as he nears 40 they had decided to let him know about it.  

Lifting a large hand he places it on his lower back, rubbing on top of his tank top to try and sooth his aching muscles, working his fingers in but to little or no avail. He is going to have to do something about it.

He has a few options open to him, and his immediate choice had been the obvious one and fitted his character to a fault. A masseuse was an instant no. The man, never fond of being touched, could not put his money in to some complete hokum - that in some way being oiled up and rubbed would help him, no. Drugs, popping pain killers was the directors preferred method to deal with most of life's problems. He remembers fondly (somewhat) his heyday years in his twenties when he was thrown through a window and he healed himself then with pain killers and some rice wine. Now looking back on it, that was probably one of the main precursors to his current predicament. There wasn't a month in his younger years where he wasn't getting himself into some kind of trouble. Now he has the young men to do it for him, of course, and he is stuck in a body that is scarred and old, only to get older...

Letting out a soft sigh he rubs at his forehead, down t work the palm of his hand into his eye, before it slips lower to run over the prickle of his morning stubble. Today that choice had been taken out of his hands. His assistant, so concerned with Jihoon's inability to get out of his office chair without some sort of grunt or groan, had booked him in for a one-on-one session with an instructor. Some 'exercise' as she put it, that would help strengthen his back muscles, help the support and ease the pain. With a grumble he glances over at the appointment card, propped up on his bedside table by his glass of water, and scowls softly. The scar on his right side heightening the severity of his displeased look. "Strengthen the muscles..." he grumbles to himself. His muscles are already strong! However, despite how much he might complain, the reality of it is hard to ignore as he shimmies to the side of the bed and has to let out a long groan as he only just manages to lift himself from bed, and hobbles over to the en suit to pee, feeling and looking like an old man. He only promised to go to one session...

After a quick shower and changing into his work out gear, simple joggers, a fresh tank and a grey hoodie over the top, Jihoon is even more convinced that he doesn't need help as now his body had loosened up some more and his moveability is much better. This thought stays with him through the whole drive, until the pulls up into the car park outside the gym. Gyms are usually his happy place, or as close as he gets to happy, but this feels less then comfortable. After parking his Mercedes he sits behind the wheel for a moment, the engine cooling as he eyes the building. There are many things he would rather be doing, a whole stack of paperwork he has to get through. Instead he’s sat here, in work out clothes that surprisingly he feels less relaxed in then a three-piece suit, wondering what hippie wierdo is going to be teaching him. 

With a growl of annoyance he opens his car door and slowly eases himself up. The ride had been long enough for his body to stiffen again, and he grunts softly as he lifts himself up to standing. Typical. Grabbing his gym bag from the passenger seat he strides over towards the doors, hitting the button on his fob and the car locks behind him. 

Wonshik yawned tiredly as he dropped songs onto the playlist in front of him. The music pounded around him loudly, clearing out any and all thoughts he could potentially be having. Though the music was loud, intense and more than a little bit eccentric at times, Wonshik was still bored. He wished he could be at home, producing his own music. But at the very least with songs that had a decent back-beat, he could improvise raps under his breath as practice instead of dealing with playlists. Unfortunately, most EDM songs weren’t things he could easily rap to, leaving him to sit behind the DJ table with his lyrics book open in front of him, the page still completely empty.

How on earth did you live with this job, Ravi? Wonshik thought tiredly, not really expecting an answer.

“It’s not my fault you don’t think it’s fun. I think it’s really fun,” Ravi replied, his voice laced with irritation. “The people make it even more fun,”

That’s because you’re disgusting and perverted, Wonshik thought.

“I am not. I just like to have a little fun every once in awhile,”

Pervert,

“Nothing I do pleases you,”

And you never will. Go away,

“You called me first, no need to get your panties in a twist,”