Jan 13, 2019
“ there’s no much of a choice when the other choice is to be gnawed by some semi-moving corpse, you know. ”
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“ there’s no much of a choice when the other choice is to be gnawed by some semi-moving corpse, you know. ”
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@glitchcs / kwangsu & skylar.
― kwangsu hadn’t intended for this to happen last night but one thing led to another and next thing he remembers is waking up naked in his hotel room, covered by his sheets with a young man sleeping next to him. not that he minded of course - everyone needed a little release once and a while and perhaps his drunk self thought that he needed it. kwangsu props his chin on the palm of his hand and he looked over last night’s companion closely; the boy is younger then him and very attractive. ❝cute,❞ the boss mutters to himself as he continues to watch the young man sleep on. ❝very cute.❞
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✆ → skyy
> yeah. > wait, is there alcoholic milk tea? > would that even taste good?
@glitchcs sold their soul for a // starter
this is NEW TERRITORY, but no matter how much Noah argued and complained to Jintaek, the older man would not let up on his decision to send him here. it's just like the hotel you usually stay in-- yeah, no the HELL it is not. but he couldn't turn down his MISSION. though Jintaek is dangerous, Noah knows he won't hurt him should he find a way to FLEE where he'd been planted at, but he doesn't want to solely for the fact that this is paying good money. DIRTY money, but good money nevertheless.
HE FUCKING HATES HIS JOB, but it's all he's known for the past NINE years of his life, and probably the only thing he'd DIE knowing. he views himself as PATHETIC because of it, but as long as he's making money to support himself and provide even the slightest ounce of happiness to his disgusting lifestyle, then he'd push on.
only two clients down out of a given goal of, Noah quits for the time being, wandering out into the halls of this strange, foreign building to find somewhere to escape -- somewhere to BREATHE. he's tired, and although he has a bed to sleep in, it isn't safe to stay inside of that room right now. he needs time to RECOVER and if he hadn't left now, then he'd never have the chance to.
Noah finds himself aimlessly roving through the corridors, often looking over his shoulder, keeping his gaze focused behind him for some time which allows him to clumsily bump into the corners of the wall, door frames, vending machines, etcetera. it's annoying how many times such a mistake REOCCURS, but he knows he has to -- quite literally -- watch his back. and he knows letting down his guard would be a mistake.
however, he doesn't ponder the fact that focusing too much behind him while running into things in front of him could lead to disaster.
his breath catches in his throat when he collides with another being. he turns to facing them, hoping and PRAYING to the godless skies up above that it is not a client sent to him. if it is, he might run and deal with Jintaek's yelling later.
"sorry!"" he apologizes, bowing three times, avoiding eye contact. "i wasn't paying attention, i'll do better."
// @glitchcs
“ yah --- do you think conning people is easy ? ” forget the fact that they were in a public place , forget the fact that she hasn’t seen him ages ---- minkyung would raise a palm and slap it down on the table anyway ; loudly . all in the name of being dramatic , of course . “ coming up with countless stories and wasting money on throw-away phones ? huh ? ” then in a grand gesture , she’d lean across her coffee , slumping over the wooden surface ; her hand clutching at her neck as she pouts up at him . “ my throat hurts , sky . doing multiple voices like that might actually kill me someday . ” a pause ; eyes blinking before eventually ---- she smiles . “ so what do ya say ? mind lending me some money for ol’ times’ sake ? ”
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“…yeah..so like, if you’re tryna hide or somethin’..you suck at it.”
“No, I’m not-” She looks at the rune on her forearm, a grin forming on her features. “I wasn’t expecting this thing to work.”
send me 🍸 for a moodboard of our muses ★ sky & hye. ( @glitchcs )
(sms) i want to die, sky. (sms) leave me alone. > boo fucking hoo hye > i want to die too > pretty damn sure there’s a handful of people that want to die > you wanna be that selfish and actually do the shit?
i want the k
﹙ SEND ME ‘I WANT THE K.’ // ACCEPTING. ﹚ —— @glitchcs received a HOT, STEAMY KISS from sangcheol.
《 ※ 》 HIS HEAD TOSSES BACK, chest heaving ever so slightly while he takes in a deep breath of fresh air. The both of them had just finished finished coming back from tagging up some walls with fresh cans of spray paint. They were already drunk to begin with, prior to bombing the stone partition. Pre-gaming. Guzzling a bottle of whiskey in the midst of ( somehow ) doing a decent job with getting his tagging name plastered on the wall. Luckily, they didn’t get caught and casually made it back to Cheol’s place for even more to drink. The inside of the older male’s place had become far too hot and he wasn’t planning on blowing up his electricity bill by blasting the air conditioner. Instead he suggested they take it outside on the rooftop of his apartment complex. Better view of the city up there anyway. Open space, fresh air, not having to worry about feeling claustrophobic. ❝ Oy, we need to do this shit more often, even if your drunk ass did a mediocre job on that wall though . ❞ A jest. A jest that soon received a shove to his shoulder and Sangcheol nearly topples over, almost bringing that opened bottle of whiskey with him. So he decides to return the favor and shoves the younger male back. And there’s an exchange with a mixture of light punches to the arm, jabs to the stomach or shoves to the shoulder — combined with bouts of laughter or grunts.
❝ Ya fuckin` shit, nearly made me spill again ! ❞ Swiftly, the older of the two straddles Skylar, pinning him down beneath him with a fist raised in the air, readying himself to lightly punch him. However, for some reason, after staring at that face scrunched up, eyes tightly shut ready to take on the punch, something inside of him tells him no. But instead to——Soon lips firmly meet once Sangcheol leans down, the hand that had been balled up into a fist is now cupping the other’s cheek, body curled over. Plush tiers linger there, deepening the kiss as soon as his head tilts to the side. His lips move against Skylar’s, kissing him hard and taking in the way those pink petals feel pressing this intensely to his. And they hungrily leave an impression upon those tiers, parting to leave open-mouthed kisses. Until finally he gets shoved back and it’s then it hits him like a train. And he feels it, in his stomach, the wind completely being knocked out of him. It’s then he realizes, the younger male had punched him right in the gut and the sky is spinning. Fuck.