#ryheosoo

text meme : accepting !!

✆ morning text :

[ txt : ‘hoe’soo💩 ] Morning sunshine, this is your wake up call[ txt : ‘hoe’soo💩 ] you’re probably hungover as hell but[ txt : ‘hoe’soo💩 ] i’ll be round in 10 mins, and counting !!

✉ text not sent : 

[ txt : ‘hoe’soo💩 ] do you think we’ll always be friends..?[ txt : ‘hoe’soo💩 ] im glad i met you… heosoo…[ txt : ‘hoe’soo💩 ] ..messages deleted..

@ryheosoo​

it was the rule between them that whenever heosoo allowed jaewon to go at night to live a little, that he must always remain in the VIP section. jaewon liked to go to clubs sometimes, although he would always meet with the owner beforehand to establish a courtesies for him, such as: no paparazzi. of course letting the crown prince into your club to dominate the VIP section could be risky but the fanfare that sort of thing invited was immense so jaewon never really had any problems. he liked seeing people, young people, his generation, dancing and laughing and taking pictures of him whenever they could.

most of the time, he'd invite an entourage along with him, movie stars or politician's sons and daughters, rich kids with nothing to do and nothing to lose on a saturday night. they'd drown themselves in alcohol and strobe lights, hating the music and dancing to it anyway, holding no qualms about tearing the place up, given the fact that they could very well pay for it. jaewon could buy this whole club, so the fact that they were spilling champagne on the couches, jumping on the tables, or dropping glasses on the floor, meant almost nothing to him.

he liked these times, for all the headaches they incurred later on, because it was the one time he could be sure heosoo would be busy elsewhere, wheeling and dealing. he loved his eunuch like a friend, even though the kid had a smart mouth and a barely controlled temper, not to mention the blatant disrespect he often showed jaewon. a lot of the things he did could get him killed under different circumstances, but they'd been together so long now, he might as well have been one of jaewon's brothers-- actually jaewon was closer to him than any of his brothers. unfortunately.

*& ; @ryheosoo

Daehoon has spent years of living in the palace without actually living. The smell of air has already been memorized, even the number of times the stark whiteness of the walls have been repainted, it’s a thing for him-- as if it’s his way of counting the days of his isolation. 

And yet, he’d be lying if he says that his isolation isn’t rewarding. It is, he has always craved for company, tasted flesh and drank bliss from pretty faces with pretty information as his reward. So it isn’t much of a surprise to say that he has tasted much of Jang Heosoo, has even promised that he he’d care. But a predator’s satisfaction seems to not settle for staple food-- they’re two predators in the same story so it went short and ended, a spark that never got to ignite. 

But it doesn’t seem uncomfortable, to have to deliver papers and agreements over the neighboring kingdom with Heosoo but sometimes he thinks that the King seems to tease him a lot.

So he just needs to be the King to stop situations like this. 

“Hey” he says, eyes on the road as he drives. There’s an overpowering smell of nicotine in his car at eight in the morning but neither of them seems to care. 

when jaewon first met heosoo, he didn’t like him. sure, he smiled at him and joked with him, same as jaewon did for everybody, but every time he had to look at heosoo, he needed to remind himself that one day he would be king, and this loser would be out on the fucking streets like the rest of the trash; just like every other overbearing, motherfucking dipshit who thought jaewon was the problem instead of the solution. he thought heosoo looked at him the same way everyone else did, like an overly-friendly teddy bear who needed protecting and looking after.

and jaewon was thoroughly sick and tired of his lords-in-waiting thinking their job was to tell him what to do– for love of god, he was old enough now to take care of himself.

it wasn’t until a bad trip, a bad dose, the drugs mixing awfully with the toxic chemicals that already flooded through jaewon’s system, causing him to retch and vomit all over his bedroom floor, that he realized maybe heosoo might have a purpose for him. the lord-in-waiting wasted no time getting the situation under control, cleaned up, kept secret, his hands on jaewon’s face and whispered words of “don’t do this to yourself, alright? i can get you better drugs than this shit…”

jaewon had looked up into his eyes and knew– just fucking knew, they would be good friends after this.

" 'do you want me to suck you off ? ' is the only thing i can remember "

And maybe he remembers his heart beating just once, remembers how commitment has always been feared, remembers that there are people like him too. Heosoo’s a national treasure in his collection, and the same goes for Daehoon. He has already been used to unattached strings and the only answer he can say when Heosoo breaks up with him is 

knock knock, @ryheosoo!

hm? these weren’t her sheets. slowly, yena came to her senses - and peeked out through a pair of lazy eyelids. where was she again? when she didn’t recognize her surroundings immediately, she lost her breath for a split moment; but she quickly recalled it all. there’d been a party. she’d gotten a headache, so she was granted a bed to sleep in until it passed. what time was it? she turned over to squint over at the badly lit clock on the bedside table. midnight? goodness. she should get home; this wasn’t very ladylike of her.  it didn’t sound like anybody was still going at it downstairs - maybe they moved to another location. that wasn’t rare. gradually, the duchess sat herself up and made her way out of the bed. she roughly fixed her hair and adjusted her askew dress before taking a hold of her little clutch. hopefully she wouldn’t run into anyone on her way out; she felt like a mess. wait, what was that? there was a faint melody - a piano? - coming from somewhere not too far away. choosing to investigate this further, she went out into the hallway quietly. there, from a door set slightly ajar - came a gorgeous sound. yena gravitated towards it. she stood right outside; listening to the entire song without ever seeing who was playing. had she always been this sensitive? she felt like crying. “that was beautiful,” she muttered once the music stopped; not noticing she said it out loud.

@ryheosoo

the ball has officially started, but miran was nowhere near the crowds gathering. of course, princess yeona wasn’t gonna be to fond to find out that her lady-in-waiting went into hiding, but nonetheless, miran still had her manners and an image to keep up with before completely disappearing from the scene. the lady-in-waiting wasn’t quite fond of events likes these. to her, they were too crowded and loud. there were people that she needed to avoid as well.

however miran ended up exploring the event hall. of course, there weren’t that many people in the hallways, which miran was grateful for. she enjoyed being alone sometimes. her lavender dress swayed as she walked with the sound of her heels echoing through the hallway. as she strolled around, most of the doors were closed. miran wouldn’t dare go in them until she spotted one door open. of course, it wasn’t closed all the way, but she could definitely see the lights on from the inside.

miran walked up to the door and took a peek inside. she couldn’t see much; although, she did feel a breeze on her nose. perhaps the window doors were opened? the brunette placed her hand on the door and gently pushed it open. she could see just outside the window doors that someone was standing there. perhaps the other was a guest at the even as well.

｢ anne carson sentence starters: CLOSED. ｣

          scrunching his nose up, he made a face of confusion at the words the older male muttered to him. in jun's defense, and he didn't necessarily understand what was meant by this. did he mean that sleep is like honey, that honey was like sleep, or something entirely different? those were two different things in his opinion. either way, he wasn't a very big fan of sleep or honey, so he couldn't agree with whatever his message was. he waved a dismissive hand, disgust now replacing the perplexed gaze he had previously.