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“Haaa, look at ya nose. Nose long like garden hose.”

After emerging from self-imposed isolation and signing with Crown Empire, Tommy took note in the ways his life, so seemingly and vastly different from just a year ago, was ever-presently the same. But isn’t that what they (Bon Jovi, actually) say? The more things change, the more they stay the same.

“Hyung, why you got such a fancy place?” Tommy asked Jihwan one night. The two were talking music and plans for the future in between smoke breaks. Not much had been discussed. “Who is payin’ you this well, the fuck? Crown got you livin’ in Gangnam.”

WELCOME TO THE RETINUE. [@mug40]

crown empire presents; KIM “40” JIHWAN of SQUADRONE follow & welcome

♕ - “ the only thing I ever needed to know about life I found at the bottom of a bottle ”

Put a “∞” in my ask and I’ll shuffle my itunes and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up + write a drabble to it.

     "Why we never have sex, yo? Can I get some head, though?"

     Bunny's eyebrow raised nonchalantly as she tried to not make it obvious that she was listening to Jiyong's phone call. Then again, it was kind of hard not to when they were sitting directly across from each other in a booth and they were also the only ones present in the place. Glancing down at the screen of her phone, the time stared up at her in bold white numbers.

     2:57

     This was nothing new for them, though. Ever since they had first met years ago, it seemed as though the pair had made it a tradition to go eat after hours. Something about roaming the late night streets of Seoul had always appealed to them, and it didn't seem like that was going to change any time soon. Yet, the conversation that he was having was a first for them. It wasn't as though Jiyong spilling his personal business was something new for her (that boundary had been crossed long ago). But the idea of him actually having someone that slept with him was the first in a while. Or rather, it seemed like she was unwilling to put her mouth where soap hadn't touched in two, maybe three weeks.

     And for that, Bunny couldn't blame her. But it was rather humourous to see Jiyong's reaction to what she had just told him. Which, from the sound of it, was that she'd had some illness or whatnot preventing her from doing so.

     "You know a man has needs. Bullshittin' 'bout strep throat."

     As soon as he tossed the phone down onto the table, Bunny couldn't hold it back and let out a loud laugh, shaking her head at him. The frustration was evident all over his features and that made it all the more amusing for him.

     "She just played you."

     "Buns, come on. Don't do this. She's got the best dome."

     "But you ain't getting any, because she got...strep throat."

      "Crew love."

      ( ˘ ³˘)❤

      "No…Get away."

Author: sexyschoolgirl99 Rating: G for Gay Pairing: OE40 Description: Jiyong is a pussy, but today, he’ll finally ask out the man of his dreams, the man who’s been plaguing his thoughts for a year now. Maybe. Maybe he will. We’ll see.

100% true story, enjoy~

They loving the crew, when the truth is that’s all Jiyong wanted to do. Fuck those other bitches, they don’t know Kuddo like he do.

Kuddo was special. Perceptive. Gorgeous. Fuck was he gorgeous. He lit a fire in Jiyong’s heart. In all the right ways.

Tonight was like any other, some after party. It’d end the same, drunk, incoherent almost, in separate beds. Separate apartments. But not tonight. Nah, tonight was the night.

~*~

Some thirty minutes later, Jiyong spotted Kuddo, a quiet corner near the bathrooms. And that’s when he’d make his attack.

Mustering his courage, he approached, albeit slowly. What a scary ass.

"I only came here for 2 Reasons, I can’t lie," Kuddo sang, leaving Jiyong breath taken. Kuddo really did possess a beautiful voice.

Jiyong snapped out of his trance.

"I only came for the bitches and the dranks, bitches and the drinks."

And Jiyong stepped dead in his tracks, was that really why? He knew it was a song but he couldn’t be sure, Jiyong immediately felt discouraged. Quickly he excused himself home. ‘I’m so faded,’ he said, when, really, he wasn’t all that tipsy in the first place.

The remainder of the night was spent crying into his life-size anime pillow.

~*~

But the morning after, he must of had a dose of testosterone because he was feeling particularly brave.

He neared the studio, where they said they’d meet.

This was it. He mentally prepared for this, this is what he showered for.* It was do or die and honestly, part of him would rather die.

And there he was, that beautiful tanned creature was standing before him, already waiting in front of the door. Just staring — it’d be a little creepy if Jiyong weren’t so infatuated. Kuddo didn’t even do so much as say hello. Yeah he was weird. Funky as hell, but that was Jiyong’s Kuddo and he was gay for him nonetheless.

Jiyong shoved his hands in his pockets, looking the other straight in the eye. Maybe not straight in the eye, because there was nothing straight about this. “I know it ain’t a ring but…” His words trail off, he’s nervous. Here he is, confronting Kuddo for the first time. His crush, the object of his affection, the man of his dreams for the past year. “I want you to have my bucket hat.” A symbol of his love.

"W-will you…" He chokes. He can’t do this. He’s weak.

It takes a few seconds for his balls to drop, alas they do. His throat is cleared, posture straightened, palms still all kinds of sweaty, knees weak, arms probably spaghetti, “Will you be my man?”

There. He did it. He said it. The truth was out. And all he had to do now was wait, wait for his obvious fate.

And that’s what he did. Wait.

Silence.

Jiyong clenched his fists, the lump in his throat making it hard to swallow. He could puke.

The other male just stood there with that signature gaze, intimidating. Brooding eyes that never left his own. Jiyong’s heart skipped a beat, stricken with both fear and beauty.

He was breath taken — maybe a little aroused too idk his life — the air sucked right out of his lungs over that sun kissed tan, lips looking like they were stung three times over… shit, he had to stop staring. But Kuddo was unresponsive and Jiyong was shitting bricks by now, he’d hoped not literally but if he were being dead honest with himself, he wouldn’t put it above him. Shameful.

"I will," Kuddo finally answered and Jiyong swears his heart fell into his stomach.

"Y-you will? You will." This is great news. If he weren’t literally sweating buckets, he may have jokingly offered a, ‘bro, that’s gay,’ though he’d rather not fuck with his chances. "I - uh, anyway, I kinda set up a lil somethin’ for us." And he nodded his head for the other to follow, leading the pair, hand in hand — Jiyong blushed — to the other room.

A candlelit dinner. McDonald’s cheesburgers. Double cheeseburgers. Only the best for his man. He don’t fuck with that cheap shit, kinda man you think he is?

Jiyong let go of the tanned male’s hands, but only for a second, to pull out his chair, beaming with that goofy ass grin for the other to sit. He did, reluctantly, and Jiyong sat himself opposite his boyfriend. It felt so good to finally be able to say that, he thought. Boyfriend. Jiyong could giggle, but that’d be gay.

But as happy as Jiyong was, really his heart was bursting out of his chest, he was embarrassed, giving the other male a sad glance, a glimmer of shame in the eyes, “I. Well. Look, I couldn’t afford none of that expensive shit,” he admitted, painfully, as he pulled out two matching brown paper bags, “But I mean… maybe it’s more special this way, me bein’ 40 and all.” Jiyong laughed stiffly, “Dumb joke. I’m sorry.” And Jiyong handed the male his very own 40.

And that night, after a whole year being spent with his best girl — his right hand — Jiyong finally got some cutty. Designated bitch, of course, being the fruity ass he was.

~*~The End~*~