#key-xcd

A sharp exhale escaped him at the sudden attack, his stomach clenching (whether pleasantly or unpleasantly, he wasn’t so sure) at the sight of that stupid, stupid face with that stupid, stupid grin hovering inches above his own. He’d been in this position many times before, with many people, people who were complete strangers to him, and not once had he felt as vulnerable as he did now, pinned down by determined hands and an equally determined stare; he never felt vulnerable, he hated feeling vulnerable, and he hated JD for making him feel anything near it.

His eyes narrowed, and he wished the daggers he was glaring up at the other male were real and tangible and deadly. His voice was dangerously low to match.

"You either pay up or get off me, or I’m calling the cops."

It was all supposed to be a joke, as was anything JD would ever do. It started off as a joke when he teased playfully at the suggestion of a challenge-- specifically making it so that Key would fall for the 'JD charm'. "You don't know what you don't know what you want." He stupidly started off, his signature goofy ear to ear grin curving plump lips as mischief filled his thoughts. When the little looks and smirks weren't having much effect (that he visually couldn't see, anyway), he moved onto skinship. When that failed, his little joke turned into full determination.

"Call them then." A simple reply, voice low, yet full of concentration. It almost came off as a threat, though, tightening his grip around the blond's wrists didn't help make it seem as if it were anything else if the sort. He knew he was stronger than Key, no doubt. It were that fact and the man's threat that pulled a confident smirk from the dealer.

"Kitten. . ." He calls out with a chuckle; his naturally playful approach turning sadistic as he knew how much Key hated that petname. He doesn't finish the thought. Delving his head into the indentation of his collar bone, he plants a small kiss at the base. Tasting the blond's skin (which was sweeter than he imagined), he slowly drags his tongue along the unmarked flesh of the escort's neck. A low shameless groan heating wherever he touched-- the sudden attack of pearly whites sinking into milky skin causes tightening hands to only tighten their grip.

02:15:46 - Home.

He lays in his much-too-large-for-one-person bed, eyes locked on no specific part of the ceiling, the silence of the night fills his being as he loses control over any thought that pops into his mind. 

He couldn't remember the last time he laid in that bed. JD had become more important than Jaesun; there was no need for the lonely apartment when he could be spending his time as another man contrary to what his real self were. It was a beautiful home that certainly went to waste, but whenever he found himself laying in those sheets alone, there was no doubt about it, something was on his mind.

It was his face. That perfect bone structure. The slight scar, kissed on his cheek, reeling through his mind for the tenth time. Defined brows hidden beneath golden locks, something like a signature that stuck out for the darker haired male; he couldn't stop seeing them. 

He was a mess. Questioning 'Why him' when he clearly knew the answer. He had become attached, and there was no getting out of it easy.

After for what seemed like hours of staring, he finally breaks away from the trance the escort he only briefly knew seemed to have put him in. Retrieving his phone from the charger on the nightstand near, he starts off with a text. Laying on his back, he types away.

[sms]: 'Eyebrows' 

Ya. . . talk to me. I can't sleep. 

He gives it a good five minutes before his suspicions from sending the text come to be true: He was ignored.

[sms]: 'Eyebrows'

Ignoring your problems won't solve a thing. You know that, right?

Six more minute go by. Nothing.

"Okay. . . I see how it is."

{` he raises an eyebrow and scrutinizes the other male for a moment, clearly skeptical about his response } really. because you look like you’re about fifteen. sixteen at the most.

Luhan grinned as soon as he was faced with the other male before him— who was his soulmate. He let his gaze wander (even letting it wander lower than what it would have been considered appropriate) as he silently appreciated the other’s features. “Well, I must say, I’m really pleased with the outcome,” he chuckled softly, finally maintaining eye contact with the other male once again.

"I sure do hope you’re not into those cheesy kinds of relationships," he continued as he took a bold step forward, placing a palm on the other’s shoulder, "because I don’t like to be kept waiting. Even though you’re my soulmate, I’d like my needs to be tended to quickly."

He hummed softly as he let his palm travel down to the other’s chest, licking his lips as he did so, “Since I officially declare us together, you won’t charge me for what I will ask from you now, would you?”