#malfeasore

﹙  SEND ME ‘I WANT THE K.’ //  ACCEPTING. ﹚          —— @malfeasore​ received a JAWLINE KISS from sangcheol.

                   《 ※ 》     THERE HE WAS. FUMBLING around, putting all his effort in making sure he was alternating his footsteps. One arm was draped around Jaeyoung’s shoulder, fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his shirt. God he wasn’t sure how he managed to get to this level of drunken stupor. One moment he was guzzling down a shot, the next he’s waving his index and middle finger as a signal to give him his tenth one. He liked to believe his tolerance for alcohol was pretty decent, but ——❝  Jaeyoung-ahhh~ Thank you so much for taking me home, you—— you don’t know how much I appreciate you .  ❞ His words were slurred, meshed together with little to no articulation. Quick intakes of air are released just as quickly. Mentally noting to himself that he needs to take in deep breathes, but these are the only ones he can do for now. Eyelids envelop deep pools of chestnut hues, occasionally flickering open to just stare at the ground. Specifically their feet as he tries to sync them up again with the younger male’s footsteps. Man I am fucking drunk. Thank goodness Jaeyoung is with him, though. For all he knows, he would be passed out on the street or some park bench somewhere until the early morning. So to show his gratitude, somehow, he manages to lift his head up. With his idle hand, the raven-head reaches up, nearly slaps the other in the face with it, without the intention to do so, but to merely cup it ( and use it as leverage to assist him with standing as straight as he could ). The pads of his fingers lightly tap at the velvety skin, the warmth radiating onto his cold hand. Tilting his head up, Sangcheol presses a light kiss to the other’s defined jawline. That’s all he could muster though before his arm drops limply back to his side and his head hangs, going back to staring at the ground. 

“wanna know something?” jaeyoung lets out a light laugh and leans against the wall. “i’m not wearing any underwear right now”.

it was late at night, Jiho knew the surroundings and he also was aware of how dangerous it could get. He hesitated on helping him but he looked like a good person so he nodded. "Can you tell me where do you live?"

“What the fuck.” Were the first words coming out of Jinhee’s mouth when her car came into an abrupt stop, throwing her forward as she held onto the steering wheel to maintain seated. Now, when she asked Jaeyoung to come with her to an unfamiliar part of town for a restaurant that she wanted to feature in her blog which was apparently exotic, she expected her GPS and trustworthy baby (also called: this fuck-up that broke down in the middle of nowhere) to take them there safely and unharmed. But now that her vehicle stopped working completely, she’s just in a state of utter disbelief. “What the fuck happened?” She asked, turning to her friend. She knew Jaeyoung would be the perfect person to take with her to a place she didn’t know, they were practically twins, if anything, it’s Jaeyoung she trusted so other than completely being pissed off at her car, she wasn’t panicking or anything because she was with him. 

“It wasn’t exactly an image, but… this, you look adorable. Um, this one for sure.” Leon looked away shyly yet still kept his cool, pursing his lips as he went through all of the pictures, eyeing them quite thoroughly. “And lastly, this and this. When you gonna wake up in my bed like that?”

﹙  A LITTLE TOO DRUNK STARTERS.  //  NOT ACCEPTING. ﹚          —— @malfeasore

                   《 ※ 》     IT WAS ALREADY A TRYING experience half-dragging, half-carrying Jaeyoung to the couch, but now demanding a lullaby?! He needed a second to breathe first — maybe more than a second, maybe thirty seconds. However, Sangcheol knew if he didn’t provide what was requested right then and there, the incessant exclamation would bounce off the walls of his apartment and might escalate to more than need be. 

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how unusual it was for someone like him to be asking someone like her this kind of question. the two had a weird relationship- even she couldn’t describe it. it’s not like she didn’t want him there, but it’s not like she did. again, weird. unusual. so she just let it lightly fall into its place over time. their relationship would grow. that’s what most did. then again, it could crumble. it was unpredictable.

random starter meme | accepting!🎶: my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a starter

▶ die trying // michl

“Are we wrong? Are we right? We jump first and then decide.”

ansel doesn’t know why he decided to nag on his patient for the night. perhaps it was boredom, an act of self-preservation from the quiet, uneventful night in the er. with how silent the entire hall was he had nearly fell asleep a couple of times–a very close call when his supervisor decided to do a sudden evaluation on the residents in her department. having a quiet day for once is nice, but ansel needs stimuli; he needs something or someone to vent his energy on instead of just sitting on the nurse station chewing the caps of his pens. 

so when the familiar sound of siren and a flash of red and blue approaches the emergency entrance, ansel nearly sent his office chair tumbling backwards from jumping to his feet so fast. the nurses’ eyes all on him as he rushes to the sliding door. 

a bar fight, three victims. one with blunt force trauma to the head–most likely with a beer bottle, and the other two with fractures and internal hemorrhaging. ansel was handed the less urgent patient, of course. a young adult in his early twenties with the head trauma. fortunately there wasn’t any serious side-effects after the assessment, only a light concussion and headache. still, there are procedures he need to follow, especially since the wound is caused by an act of violence. 

“so let me get this straight,” he pulls away from the wound to place the glass shard to the kidney dish. “you tried to break off the scuff but end up getting a swing instead?” lips tug into a small smile. er patients always tells the craziest stories. at least the nurse can jot down the report and ansel has another story to add to his collection after this.