#softroars

[ 📲  sms  : jaehyun [♥︎] / sent. ]            but  wouldn't  that  be  something  bad  happening  to  whoever  lost  the  five  dollars?? [ 📲  sms  : jaehyun [♥︎] / sent. ]            that's  SO  SWEET  OF  YOU  THOUGH! [ 📲  sms  : jaehyun [♥︎] / sent. ]            i  hope  something  good  happens  to  you  too. [ 📲  sms  : jaehyun [♥︎] / sent. ]            …like  you  win  a  free  cake.   or  something  like  that.

Oh he liked the new armchair he had bought for himself, big, cozy, massage function. But even better seemed to be the big box in which his armchair came in. Maybe Jaehyun had only been gone for what was five minutes, but when he did return, his tall boyfriend was seated inside of the box, peeking back at the lion. Maybe what they said about cats and boxes was true and in a way, it also seemed to apply to a golden tiger like Sunghoon. "Can I have my snacks in here?" His head tilted to the side because somehow, the box was somewhat comfortable. "You can sit in the armchair if you want?"

haruto hated these brand sponsorship events, the fancy galas or award shit .. he was an athlete, not an influencer. sure, his instagram had 2.8 million followers but it was mostly thirst traps have to maintain that straight boy aesthetic .. and clips from his matches, nothing particularly brand worthy unless he specifically had to aka unless his agent told him to.

but, here he stood, whiskey sour in his ring covered and bruised hand, watching the different "real" influences mingle and take selfies. his bleached blonde hair was styled messily, pressed and patterned button down unbuttoned a bit to show his chain. his gaze was bored, definitely pretending to listen to someone talk about some vacation they went on or whatever. deep brown eyes landed on a face he recognized, a very talented boxer, who also looked a bit disinterested. finally, someone he could actually relate to .. he smirked a little, lazily excusing himself from the vacation conversation and approached the other.

"hey, i'm haruto chiba .." he grinned, cocky and dimpled, while extending his free hand to shake. "you're .. jaehyun yoon, right?"

@softroars  :  jaehyun  is  approaching  him  with  a  small  gift  bag  and  a  little  container  of  strawberry  cake.  inside  the  bag  was  a  new  bottle  of  cologne  he  thought  would  suit  him.  "happy  birthday." 

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐈𝐌.  Nothing  inherently  special  —  not  like  they  used  to  be  when  he  was  a  kid.  The  older  Yi-joon  had  gotten,  the  less  it  seems  that  his  parents  really  cared  about  it  (  they  didn’t  care  about  much,  did  they?  ).  The  most  he  got  from  them  was  new  jewelry  (  not  even  personalized,  no  real  thought  put  into  it  )  or  a  new  suit  (  that  he  wouldn’t  even  want  to  wear  ).  Never  anything  that  would  be  considered  sentimental,  or  something  that  would  fit  Yi-joon  as  an  individual.  An  afterthought  —  that’s  all  it  —  and  he  —  ever  was  to  them,  until  they  needed  him  to  be  useful.

                                              He  hated  his  birthday  because  of  that.

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍  ;  one  of  very  few  that  Yi-joon  would  have  ever  open  up  to  —  or  even  consider  him  as  a  confidante  of  sorts.  A  friend,  maybe  (  Yi-joon  didn’t  have  many  of  those,  did  he?  ).  Lips  pull  into  a  fine  line,  confused  —  surprised,  as  well  ;  why  would  Jaehyun  do  anything  for  him?

                                                     Why  would  anyone?

“  …  How’d  you  find  out?”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋  𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐆,  peering  into  it  before  taking  said  cologne  out,  brows  furrowing  together  softly.  Hyeon  would  like  the  smell  of  this,  he  thinks  ;  the  mere  thought  of  the  man  he  fooled  wounded  causing  pink  to  tint  his  cheeks  before  he  snaps  out  of  it  and  shoves  it  back  into  the  bag,  noting  the  cake  in  the  container  ,  as  well.  No  one  went  out  of  their  way  for  him  like  this  —  how  was  he  supposed  to  react?

“  …  you  didn’t  have  to  fuckin’  get  me  anything.  Leave  it  to  you  to  be  so  damn  sentimental.  ”

                                                                  thank  you.

@softroars said ── ( nuzzle ) : for SENDER to nuzzle closer, seeking warmth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↳ suggestive prompts !

ㅤ Seo - Joon, did not endeavor to call his lover LAZY ; Jaehyun was a hard worker, and had been since the two had met. THAT, HOWEVER, DID NOT MEAN THAT THE LION, DIDN'T ENJOY HIS DOWN TIME. And, Seo - Joon, seemed to be his favored bedfellow.

Coffin, traded for a mattress ; not his own, of course, but that of Jaehyun. Seo - Joon had been over enough to comfortably dub the location a home away from home. NYT's dorms were nice, cozy and furnished well ... but it wasn't as private, as he wished. And though the call of the suns' rays were a constant hazard, Jaehyun had done everything possible to negate them, where he could. Where Seo - Joon was, most often.

Clad in larger mans' top, vampire shifts, stiff for a moment as broad arms come around his neck, purring low and soft. Nose nuzzles against his cheek, as leg comes to slip between his pair, Jaehyun effectively gluing himself to the undead without so much as a warning. A word. Seo - Joon huffs softly, kissing the others' temple, as fingers come through his hair. He never minded, a good cuddle session, after all.

@softroars said ── ( neck ) : for SENDER to nuzzle into RECEIVER'S neck. / he's feeling possessive ... he needs to scent mark his love!! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↳ suggestive prompts !

ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEvents, were tiring.

Seo - Joon, was far from a socialite. Were he honest, the abundance of attention, was UNSETTLING. It stirred anxiety deep within him, that radiated into his bones, his cells, his blood. THAT, was why MINGYU was ─ generally ─ the face of the group. He was GOOD at this. He did not stammer, nor falter, not bend and break. Even now, as leader of another group speaks to Seo - Joon, his fingers nervously fidget with glass in hand, gaze cast low. He'd smile, and chuckle, timed just right to indicate RAPT attention, but in his mind, he longed to be elsewhere.

With fortune, his conversational partner, is pulled away, leaving Seo - Joon to sigh out softly, eyes closing. He drifts through after - party like a specter, nodding and bowing, speaking when spoken to ; longing, to be in a bed that isn't his.

Isolation finds him, at a snack table, eyes near glazed over. However, when warm hands find his hips and tug him back, lips firm at exposed shoulder, he freezes. Most people aren't that brazen. Head lifts, turning slightly ; but he knows that scent, and he knows it well. Smile, spreads across his lips, laughter soft.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... I didn't think you'd ── how did you get in ..? ❞

A low, rumbling purr, is his reply, nose moving over the flesh of his neck slowly. Something of a low rumble in Jaehyun's chest sounds, kisses pressed over skin, slow. It drives him insane, but they're in public and he needs to reign it in.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ There's cameras ── ❞ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It's fine. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow could he argue, against that ?

@softroars said ── i can't keep myself together when you're near me. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↳ oops ; i have a crush on you !

ㅤ Seo - Joon, wouldn't call himself domestic. Not in ORDINARY situations. He had nothing against that state of existing ; he simply was bustling too often, on the go, putting on a SHOW for those around him. Yet, when it came to Jaehyun, all of that was able to slip, and fade away. HE, WAS ABLE TO BECOME SOMEONE ELSE. Someone more true to who the idol persona disguised.

Hand in hand, they walk, Joonie's head dipped as he tugs mask down to sip at TEA. The day, was ... stressful. Gussied now, in his partners' clothes, that hung from thinner frame like a tent, only a HALF - HOUR ago was he trapped in a bathroom, hiding. Spotted, daring to be almost human, and enjoying himself in the public eye. Fans tended to swarm Seo - Joon, most of all; if only, because his public appearances were so RARE due to the perception of his health. Sigh leaves him, as mask is tucked back over lips and nose, in efforts to further conceal him. Melancholy, hangs in his gaze.

❝ You know, ❞ Jaehyun says, abrupt, ❝ I understand it, a little. I can't keep myself together, when you're near me, either, but ... I wish they'd leave you alone. ❞

Smile comes soft. Jaehyun, was a STAR himself ; but idolhood, was something of a different monster. A squeeze is given to his hand, light as not to injure. Vampires' strength wasn't a joke, after all.

@softroars said ── you're rather cute, you know. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↳ oops ; i have a crush on you !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Aah ? Cute ?? ❞

Straw parts from his lips, now - empty cup of boba tea resting at table - top. It wasn't UNCOMMON for Jaehyun to tell him these sorts of things, but they did always fluster Seo - Joon ; it seemed, truly, like he took pleasure in the pink that rose to the vampires' cheeks.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ You're just trying to get a reaction out of me ! ❞

A nudge, to broader arm with his knuckles, Seo - Joon slumping some in his chair. Regardless if the other thought it true, he was so teasing. In even mundane moments, he'd stop, stare.