#dvtaehyung

( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: irresistible longing, blessing/friendship, adoration, dear/kindness/satisfaction, love.

                             status: accepting!

he’s too heavy for someone that’s all bones and insolence, seungwan thinks, huffing into his dark locks as she drags the half-awake boys towards her apartment. he smells like honey, sweat something rusty she could recognize (but refused deeply in doing so) as blood. her lips barely touch the moist mane that is his hair before she struggles to make him rest on one side of her only, her hand almost giving out as she fishes the key to the main door.

“good god, taehyung. one would guess you have been feasting out.” the short female murmurs and feels his smile against her shoulder; it is enough for her to drop him at last on the big couch her parents have left her on the living room. this is age. this is age and death coming for me and karma is catching up someone wrong, i’m pretty sure of it, she could have said, but there’s too much to do and the male has fallen on the couch now, mumbling things that she could not understand even if she shared his feverish high. “stay there.” she says with that commanding voice of hers he probably detested to be addressed as, but little she cared or he could do right now anyways.

seungwan returns to the room a few minutes later, a glass of water in hands and a couple of pills and a blanket in another, but the soft snoring from her couch contradicts her plans and all she has to do is to sit on her knees by his side, carefully watching the tall male stretched out. “are you cold?” no answer comes from him, and the girl frowns, brushing his hair away from his eyes and the wet forehead. you’re not even friends, her consciousness tells her, but her lips follow the soft pressure of her hands at his warm temple. “it doesn’t matter” she whispers to herself. kisses were powerful things, and even someone like taehyung deserved some comfort while ill.

he banished you, the voice continues with a tint of anger seungwan never lets out as nothing more than a sigh, but taehyung is now too calm to be the boy who screamed as he casted her out of his messed up dream land in a stubborn fit of anger and possessiveness. her face goes down again and she leaves a kiss by each of his eyelids, and the feel of them move right under her makes her tug at the blanket and throw it over his torso until she no longer feels his shivering under her palm, though his heart is still beating rapidly. his body is fighting the disease, she believes and softly pats his chest as she remembers mother doing to her younger brother once or twice.

a loud snort comes out of his mouth suddenly, and she laughs, eagerly leaning in to feel his heated skin of his cheeks on her lips. his hand tugs on her own in a tipsy gesture, more mumbles leaving him less unintelligible than he probably wished. seungwan smiles even at her failed attempt of reading what he meant – she was always so curious, and he had to have a reason to be here and to be willing to be kissed his pain away by her of all people – but her glee fades away to something she does not recognize as her eyes glance over his pouty lips.

now it’s her heart that beats too fast and her cheeks that flush. mother said you should only kiss whom you truly love, and seungwan was sure she did not love taehyung. he was foul, a mad man-child, a real life villain and she fucking detested him but still her lips are no longer in her stubborn mind’s control as she dips down and hovers them over his. a few centimeters more and they would meet to hopefully make her stop feeling like she was about to fly away only because of a boy, a simple boy who wasn’t even–

( txt: foul ) so you’re not going to sneak in my window again while i’m sleeping?

( txt: foul ) right.

Gameroom: Our characters compete in something

“Fifty bucks,” Junmyeon counted with a wide grin. He had found Taehyung fiddling round with one of his guest’s wallets again, something not uncommon in his brothels. Taehyung knew Junmyeon wouldn’t give him a hard time, he was far too soft on the boy. Perhaps that was why he joined in to see how much money they could pool together with stolen wallets within a three minute time frame. 

Send “✆” for a morning text. 

( sms // kid ) rumor has it someone stole my customer’s wallet

( sms // kid ) i think giving them till the end of the day to turn it in would allow them to be exempt from punishment, am i right kid

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. 

( sms // kid ) it’s a been a while since you stopped by where you at 

Send “☎” for a rushed text. 

( sms // kid ) you have 2 seconds to get baeck hgere!!!!@@! 

Send “⁇” for a drunk text.

( sms // kid ) you’re kind of tiny

( sms // kid ) drink some milk 

( sms // kid ) eat cheese

( sms // kid ) idc about you tho ok

Send “✿” for a suggestive text. 

( sms // kid ) meet me in my private room 

Send “ø” for a late night text.

( sms // kid ) get home kid it’s late

Send “✘” for a hateful text.

( ☆ ) non sexual acts of intimacy: patching up a wound

                            status: closed!

even with his eyes closed – and probably with hers too, in the past – she knows who he is, leaning by a bench on her garden and with bright crimson staining rags of a jacket and the colour (or light lack of it) of his face. at the moonlight, taehyung looked almost serene, a good kid but simply thinking about this was wrong. not even her could be so naive.

yet even with her arms filled with bags and papers she walks on his direction, putting all of those down so she could take a place next to him. seungwan doesn’t bother if he’ll say anything or do anything or even look at her weirdly – the worst that could happen was him not remembering her, after all – and instead she grabs his arm. 

to tear at his old jacket is easy for her, but seeing the yellow of the infected wound not so much. “are the boys playing with rusty knives now?” she questions with a slight furrow of her eyebrows, not taking her hand away from his arm as a free palm reaches down to take up a small kit she always kept in her bag in case a kid, a staff or a friend was hurt (taehyung surely fell at one of these categories as far as she knew him, she just didn’t know which one yet).

“i thought you would know better not to give the kids weapons…it’s only a matter of time until they hit the target, you see…” the nagging talking continues as she cleans the small gash right there, despite his complaints – which, surprisingly aren’t that many – and takes a piece of the ruined jacket to wrap around his arm when she is done doing the best she can do. “shit” the rare curse falls out of her lips and her shoulders fall in defeat for a few seconds.

Sehun sighed as he walked down the street, his hand coming to rest upon his cheek tenderly. It was still sore from where a client had decided to get a little too demanding and hit him. It happened sometimes, he would end up with a few bruises or welts from clients who thought they were entitled to more than they had money to pay for. It pissed him off, sure, but he also knew it was just one of the hazards of the job.

On nights like that, however, when nothing seemed to be going right and Sehun wanted to just pack it all in and quit for a while, he simply found the solution another way - to drink it away. Normally, Sehun wasn’t that much of a drinker. Sure the occasional time and again, but mostly he preferred lucidity. But as he slipped out of the liquor store, brown-bagged bottle in hand, he didn’t much care for some desire for lucidity.

My character tries to calm your character down

When he saw the boy...the man? Frankly he couldn’t pinpoint how old he was, but either way, when he saw him looking upset, a frown crossed over his face. Normally, Sehun wasn’t exactly the caring type by any stretch of the imagination, but he also wasn’t completely oblivious.