#dvheeyeon

( dvheeyeon ) 

Street’s like a jungle -- so call the police. Relying on a stolen MP3 player and stolen headphones for music was certainly interesting. Thankfully, Jungkook was open-minded, and didn’t mind the Alternative sounds from before he was alive blasting through his ears. In fact, he had grown used to, and even enjoyed, the variety of sounds the small device offered him. He almost felt bad for snatching it up, from an older gentleman, in the first place. Almost being the key word. Sometimes, he dreamed of giving it back to the person in question, and telling him ‘thanks for the tunes’, but that would definitely not go over well. After being on the streets for as long as he had, he learned a few things, and giving back what was once taken was never a welcome gesture, no matter how seemingly kind it was. Once a thief, always a thief, once a poor boy, always a poor boy. This was the life Jungkook led, and he was more than perfectly fine with it.

The best place to steal, by far, was the line of shops set up outside for tourists and bored locals. It was crowded, which made for easy pick-pocketing, and best of all, everyone forgot his face, no matter how often he came through. It was easy to forgive and forget a handsy teenager, with an innocent seeming profile, though no innocence remained at all within Jeon Jungkook. Most adults would just mutter ‘oh, he’s just a kid, let his parents take care of him’, before brushing him off. And a swift kick to the face would take care of most menacing ones. As was beginning to become habit, he didn’t even have anything he needed, not really. More of a compulsion to nick people’s belongings from under their feet and sneak off with whatever it was. But money was always nice, he thought to himself, as he scoped out everyone, stuck to each other, like gum to the bottom of your shoe.

( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: affection/adoration, respect/love, praise/admiration, worship/idolize.

                           status: accepting!

“heeyeon unnie!” seungwan’s grin is bright when the older woman walks in the shithole that was called a bar, and the shortest’s legs almost give in between the nearly broken woods of the floor and the dizziness in her head. instead of a warm greeting she expects to receive, she gets a powerful scowl that manages to make her blush harder than the drinks already had. “we are going home.” heeyeon announces with a harshness that is more like her father’s when they were younger than anything else.

maybe if she was sober, seungwan would have shyed away from the authority her friend now exhaled, but all she does now is frown and fill a client’s glass with the dirt water she had been chugging down since arriving to take a friend’s shift. “but i’m working.” she argues, turning to blink and obey when the customer requests her to verify the whiskey’s quality--for the twentieth time this evening. “put it down, seungwan.” her friend orders, and the man complains with something that sounds much more like an animalistic snort than a whine, although heeyeon’s punch on his face makes him become silent in a very more pleasant way.

“wow.” the storyteller stands dumbfounded even if the glass has been broken at the strong sudden movement of the tallest female, and before her mind can process, heeyeon is dragging her out, both arms around her protectivelly and just in perfect reach for the youngest to catch the clothed area in a loud smooch, a giggle leaving her lips soon after. “you were sooo badass in there, unnie.”

heeyeon’s arm falls in slight daze by the youngest side at the sudden show of affection, and seungwan is quick to catch it in her own small hands, smiling brightly despite her lack of jacket in the chilly night. “seriously!” she continues in her cloudly voice, smacking her lips against the back of her friend’s hand. “do you not think you were? are you...are you mad at me?” her eyes widen as she questions herself more than anything. she had promised she would not work at the bar -- or stripclub, whatever they called it really -- yet she had gone there to help another friend once again, and had almost fallen into an alcoholic coma. so it was her own fault, right?

in a move too quick for someone so tipsy, seungwan moves the eldest’s hands to place a kiss on the sweaty palm of it now. “will you forgive me, senpai? i swear i will never, ever go back there again!” she almost jumps in their way back home, nodding her head when heeyeon asks if she really mean it, and squealing in joy before pressing all of the pale and surprisingly soft fingertips to her closed mouth, almost nibbling on them in the messy process.

It had been more or less routine, Sehun had been called over the night previous to attend to one of his occasional customers. The man was nice enough, and not bad looking, but he had a long-term girlfriend that he always seemed to be arguing with. And that was when Sehun generally got the phone call, to go to his apartment and occupy him for a little while. As far as his jobs went, it was definitely one of the more comfortable ones.

Sometimes the guy would just ask him for a quick blowjob and then vent to Sehun for the next twenty minutes or so. But on some nights, as that one, he asked him to stay over. It was no issue, of course, as Sehun did offer that to those who had enough to pay for him. And the man was nice enough in that he always let him use his shower and ordered take out so that Sehun was more than comfortable.

However, at some hour of the morning when most people had been awake for hours and yet Sehun was just starting to rise, he’d been informed by his client that he had a sudden meeting he needed to attend. There were lazy whispers of “oh, okay, I should leave then,” followed by an insistence that he should stay and a promise of compensation if he remained the rest of the day as well. And seeing as Sehun was never one to turn something like that down, he had agreed that he would stay and try and hold down the fort, essentially.

It was nice, in its way, that Sehun could spend his own time leisurely wandering around someone else’s apartment. He took his time in the shower that was infinitely better than his own, and helped himself to the leftovers that had been purchased the night previous. It was almost normal, really. Until there was a knock at the door.

Sehun froze for a moment, praying that it wasn’t the girlfriend because that would make things only too awkward. He hesitated for a moment on whether or not he should open the door at all, considering then he might have to explain his presence there and he wasn’t sure that would go over so well. But with a shrug, he figured he could make up an excuse or something and opened the door. A look of surprise flashed on his face when recognition dawned on him. “Oh hey, I know you!” he greeted with a little laugh. “What are the odds? Can I help you with something, Heeyeon?” Although it clearly wasn’t his own place, he gestured for her to come inside to keep him company.