Writers and photographers crossing among magazines to do small jobs is not a rare sight in this line of the industry. Editors keep in touch among themselves, giving away names and contacts, gossip and important news. Chanyeol has a steadily growing loyal following, which makes him attractive for other magazines covering lesser mainstream topics. 

It’s a lifestyle magazine that contacts him, pairing him up with one of their house photographers to do a few articles for their end of the year issue. The topic? ‘10 ways to better your sex’ and the typical, ‘Start your 2016 with raving energy’. He’s not uncomfortable with the topics, but finds it hard how he’s supposed to find worthy enough contacts to interview for this. 

The shoot has already been scheduled, and it’s happening in a building somewhere in downtown Seoul. The models, male and female (of course), are fit and thick, and Chanyeol feels no guilt as he sees the male model climb into a makeshift bed, his perky ass in display for everyone on staff. 

Jin nodded slightly, “it’s okay. I’ve done this for years so I can help you out.”

Jin smiled softly as he takes the tinsel from the others hand.  “I don’t think we will be using this.  There is a lot that might not even make it out of the box..Maybe next year when my new house is built.  But with this small place, only about half, if that will be used.” He shoves the tinsel back onto the box and looks for the one that says ‘ornaments’ on it.  

🎄 Our muses decorate a christmas tree together!

It was a good thing that Jin had kept all of his old Christmas stuff.  He had finished bringing the last of it into his tiny apartment.  He frowned slightly knowing that not all of it was going to be used until next year, but he could figure that all out later.  He looked over at the tree that was standing in the corner of his small living room.  Sure, this wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his decorating, but he knew it was still a big job for one person to do.  He had recruited HyunJae to help him with this task.

Why, you little shit.

✉:For a regular text message from my muse.

[text] hey punk, buy me a drink?

♣:Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

[text] you at work? alone? want to video chat?

✍:For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

This little shit… this punk i really can’t handle him. I don’t know what to do.

the last time i was in love, he left me. he left me in such a fucking permanent way fucking broke my heart, i just… what if he leaves again? and doesn’t come back this time? what the fuck do i do then?!

✎:For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

Simba-

I don’t even know if you live at this address anymore, but you’re not responding to your phone, and so I just decided to do this… I dunno. I hope you’re still alive or whatever. Call me, please.

Please come back.

- JR

☎:For a drunk phone call.

“Heeeeey,” he laughed as his head lolled to the side. “I’m out right now, at a bar, tryin’ to find Charlie, though I think he said he’s not drinking anymore? Or something? I don’t know. Oh shit– Hah, shit, there’s a fight! There’s a bar fight! I’m gonna stir it up. Bye.”

☏:How about a voice message from my muse?

“Call me back. You never answer your damn phone.”

♥:The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you’re allowed to specify what you want.

I like rock and roll, as well as really well sung ballads, I love doggy and pinning people against walls, and I love getting into fights.

∞:A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

They wake up with Jae Rim’s head tucked up underneath HyunJae’s chin, even though he insists that he’s the “big spoon” in all positions.

53: “After brushing my teeth and decided NOW I go to bed I actually spent 45 minutes sorting my jewelry and now it’s in a mess again from me picking my outfit this morning god damn it”

You are my:[] Acquaintance [ ● ] Friend[] Stranger[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend[] Love Interest[] Best Friend[] Enemy[] Nemesis[] Other 

I think you’re:[] Ugly[] Ok[] Pretty[] Beautiful[ ● ] Gorgeous Handsome[ ● ] Sexy[ ● ] Hot

We should:[] Fight[] Fuck[] Kiss /coughs loud;[] Make love [ ● ] Text[ ● ] Watch films

I:[ ● ] Like You[] Hate You[] Love You[ ] Think you’re…

I secretly:[] Hate You[] Love You[] Like You[] Dislike You[ ● ] Think You’re … Really handsome

Dear HyunJae,

Charlie was so scared you were going to come back, and he was right to be, honestly. I loved him so goddamn much, but nothing, nothing compares to my borderline obsession with you. I love you so much that I’m not sure I’d let you go even if you tried.

But you have tried.

You’ve tried a couple times, even if you didn’t mean to, by fucking leaving. Leaving, and not giving a single word of warning, and then trotting back months later like nothing’s happened.

And I guess there’s nothing I can do to stop you from leaving, huh? Is this what I’m doomed to, waiting for the guy I’d die for to just... maybe come back some day? Hopefully? That’s fucked, HyunJae.

But you know what, I’m gonna. You said it hurt that I dated someone else when I was still, you know... fucking around, when I was with you. I get it. I completely understand. I think it took someone who’s more like ice to calm me down and keep me, and you, my love, are nothing like ice. You are fire and fury and all sappy inside, like the small flames that lick across my skin, leaving tenderness in their wake. That, and not knowing if you’re going to leave again makes monogamy kinda hard to grapple with. What do I do, just fuck around when you’re gone and start dating you when you’re back? Do you have any idea--

Fuck it.

I can complain all I want about you leaving and how much it hurts and how uncertain it makes me, but it doesn’t change that I love the shit out of you, Lee HyunJae. And I want to date you until you’re so sick of me that you up and die of old age.

Just don’t leave.

Please. God, please, Hyunnie. Don’t leave me again. I knew as soon as I met you... And I’ve hurt several people in the wake of knowing that I would love you. I’m a shitty person. You shouldn’t stick around me anyways. I get into fights, I fuck around (when I’m not monogamous), I drink too much, I have no goals in life. Run while you can.

But I’ll chase you, and I’ll catch you.

I love you so fucking much and I don’t think you love me the same, but that’s not exactly stopping me, now, is it?