#oncebattled

           ‘  hey  ,  i  thought  we  were  staying  in  tonight  ,  ’   by  this  point  they’re  both  aware  what  that  means  .   ‘  come  sit  ,  i’ll  order  in  some  food  .  we  don’t  have  to  go  out  tonight  .  ’   that  just  means  lee  has  to  wait  much  longer  to  get  you  alone  again  .     //     @oncebattled​  based  on  ‘ no  strings  attached  ’  from  this  post  here!​

“you gotta stop leaving your door open. what if someone else in the hall barges in and.. who knows.. fucks up all your shit?” it was highly unlikely, their dorms had high security of who could come in and come out (which also meant they’d have to sneak in guests if they had any.) but luckily it was open so he didn’t have to knock on the door with his leg -- or head -- if it came to it. for some reason, jaehyun was the one who was up in the morning, bothering jaechan when it should have been flipped around. he was so exhausted from the other night that he fell asleep early, maybe it had its perks. he gives the coffee to him and right when jaehyun sips his own coffee, he almost spits it out from the moan he lets out. “ugh, with closed doors, jaechan--!” he laughs, hearing it had caught him off guard but he holds the coffee in his hands, sipping the hot substance. “am i really your favorite person? wow. inflating my ego there.” he hums, looking over the painter’s shoulder. “you’ve been working on this for... how long?”

“I’m sorry,” mumbled as a hand covered the popped stitch in his side. “I just…it was a bad dream. I’m sorry, Nayoung. I…” Fuck. “You probably want to leave now, right?”

jia really isn’t the type to get sad over things like being single on valentine’s day. it’s just a dumb corporate holiday, anyway. but she likes the excuse to have fun and get drunk -- which she thinks she’s probably achieved by now, feeling more than a little tipsy as she finishes her third glass of wine this evening. “this movie is boring,” she admits eventually, looking over at the other. “can we do something else?”

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his bags felt heavy on his shoulders, letting out a muttered string of curses fumbling his keys to unlock his front door to his home. it’s been a good month away from home, loading his cameras memory card with shots that’ll hopefully get him a decent check. it was jamaica this time, the beaches around this time of year are really beautiful. it’s too bad he has to experience it all alone. jericho pushed through the door to toss his keys on the usual island that separated the kitchen and living area. everything seemed fine, in place as normal. jeri made his way to his bedroom only to jump back to find edvard sprawled out on his bed like he owned the damn place. “seriously? holy fuck,” he groaned, removing his hands that covered his face in frustration and slight horror? he should learn to expect things like this having someone like edvard in his life. jericho threw the smallest of his bags to hit him in the back. “off my bed, sunshine. how damn long have you been here?” of course he let him know when he’d be returning but jesus. locks aren’t that important to edvard, clearly. maybe a part of jeri was worried about him after all. “everything okay in there?” he ruffled his hair with a fond smile after throwing the rest of his packed duffel bags onto the floor to deal with later. “hate that you denied my invitation to jamaica, by the way. i don’t know if i can ever forgive you.” { @oncebattled​ }

Shen was worn out, more so than usual. There was still another two hours left of his shift and all he wanted to do was go home. Rest his eyes even, but the heat in his chest reminded him that sleep wouldn't come that easy. Sharing a body with a being that didn't terribly care for it made it impossible for him to do important things like rest. Maybe he kicked the back door of the restaurant a little harder than necessary as he walked out with his hands occupied with trash bags, but he was reaching his limit lately. Emael was never going to let him know peace. He made his way over down the alley to the dumpster behind the restaurant he worked at, stilling at the figure standing at the sidewalk beside it. Shen was a curious fellow and always eager to meet new people, even though it got him into the mess he was in in the first place. "Can I help you?" he asked with a polite smile after tossing the trash into the cans and absently wiping his hands against his apron. Emael seemed to stir within him though, the stranger perking his interest and if that was happening that meant this encounter was already a dangerous one. "Um- the restaurant entrance is over that way. This door is for the staff," he pointed at the other entrance meekly. Shen was scared and needed to leave but when he tried to move his legs they wouldn't budge. Emael wouldn't allow it.

"you're so cheesy," she huffed but here she was in the arms of the other, gently swaying along to the music softly crooning from the car speakers. the stars twinkled above them like glitters speckled all over a little black dress. she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling, too proud to admit that the gesture was sweet. still, she stayed, waltzing under the night sky. "you're right. it's beautiful out here. how did you found this spot?"