#spriingday

after their stunt in the public restroom, taeho agrees to go over to quinn’s apartment. sucking off his ex in a public restroom has done nothing to resolve all issues between them but it’s appeased things somehow. taeho is still angry, still holds a great deal of resentment against quinn for what happened three years ago and the heartache that followed but unlike an hour prior, he’s open to discussion now. for as reckless as taeho could be, he’s learnt his lesson and unlike his teenage self won’t put his heart on the line once more without some sort of security from quinn. thing he didn’t have a few years back. quinn’s apartment is as taeho expects, big, fancy, very fitting to the younger’s lifestyle unlike taeho’s own who’s the size of a shoe box. “you have a nice place.” taeho seldom feels awkwardness but he’d lie if he said he doesn’t feel a bit awkward in this very moment. it used to be as easy as breathing to be in the younger’s company. now, taeho doesn’t know what to say, how to behave around him. “fuck, this,” he motions between them, “is weird, isn’t it?” 

“are they still watching?” he and jaehyun only have themselves to blame for the predicament they’re in. namely, at this very moment, ‘woo straddling jaehyun and the two seemingly seconds away from ripping each others’ clothes off. “looking at your ugly face from up close is making me nauseous.” the issue is, eunwoo feels the opposite of nauseous which in itself is becoming a bigger issue than the fake relationship his best friend and he are stuck in. 

a sigh of relief involuntarily fell from his lips. ‘i don’t know’ was the most he could have hoped for, really. at least it wasn’t a ‘hard no’, and implied there was still a chance for forgiveness. “that’s… valid too,” he muttered, avoiding the other’s gaze as he scratched himself lightly behind his ear. being well aware of his tendency to ramble and put his foot in his mouth at the most inconvenient times, archer felt like it was in his best interest to stay silent and let kaito speak his mind. the last thing he wanted was to mess things up even further. “not knowing, i mean. that’s valid. i can give you space to figure it out, or whatever… if that’s what you want, of course.” though the feeling clearly wasn’t mutual, archer cared deeply about kaito. he didn’t mean to fall in love, didn’t mean to get attached to him like he did, but his feelings for him were real and undeniable. just the thought of the longhaired male no longer being a part of his life made his chest tighten. even if they would never be together in the way he wanted to, archer was happy to just be the dork the older male used for financial purposes. the younger’s face lit up right away when kaito showed him ‘mercy’. “yeah, of course, of course!” he promised, nodding his head firmly, a wide smile playing on his lips. however, the latter faltered quickly when his addiction problems were brought up once again. “yeah, i have help. lots of it, so don’t worry about it, alright?”

this thing between him and archer was never supposed to be more than a one night stand. in fact, it was never supposed to be anything at all but slowly and surely, the younger had worn his way under kaito’s defenses. each time that archer came to see him at the strip club, then waited for him until the end of his shift to get a chance to talk to him, kaito’s affection for him grew, grew, grew. archer was different from the other clients. respectful of him regardless of his profession, never pushing beyond boundaries and looking at him as more than a piece of meat. 

it’s hard for kaito to juggle his job, his responsibility to his niece--and figuring out how to take care of her because his parents are not an example to follow--and now, a relationship of sort who was turning out to be a complex mess though he can’t say that he regrets giving archer a shot. “i worry.” this is as close to a confession that archer would get from kaito for the time being. “prove it, archer.” kaito isn’t stupid. he isn’t going to take archer’s word and believe him blindly. in fact, he has a feeling that the younger is lying to him. he doesn’t want to push archer but nor does he want to watch him slowly self destruct until it’s too late. maybe, just maybe, kaito cares for the younger more than he’s ready to admit and accept. “i’ll help you get over this.” kaito holds up his pinky finger and wiggles it, urging archer to hook his own with his. the gesture is childish but a show of how serious he is about helping him. 

hearing howon address him by his real name sent butterflies flying through silver’s stomach. it probably didn’t mean anything to the rapper, but it was enough for silver to see a glimpse of light at the end of a very long and dark tunnel. a dopey smile involuntarily tugged on the corners of his mouth as their eyes locked, though it was quick to falter again when the older boy started undressing himself. though it was nothing he hadn’t seen before, the breathtaking sight of howon’s naked, muscular body caused heat to flush into the maknae’s cheeks, turning them tomato red. as much as he wanted to do as he was told by howon, how was he supposed to fall asleep again, when his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest? “are you okay, hyung?” he asked again, after the older boy had finished his shower, and settled down in bed. against his better judgement, silver inched a little closer to howon, though not close enough for their bodies to touch. “sorry, but you seem upset… can i do anything to make you feel better?”

silver is making it hard for howon to hold onto his resentment. the rapper has been putting him through hell and back for months now. first, ignoring silver whenever he would seek him out when their bandmates weren’t around. then, came the snarky comments and downright malicious words that howon knew would rip through the younger, going for all the insecurities that he’d confessed to having. howon wanted the younger to hurt, to feel an ounce of how the sudden neglect from their companies made him feel. selfish and unfair but the idol needed a way to let out his frustrations. silver was an easy target. through all of this, silver still showed him care, watching him with the same eyes full of the feelings neither of them ever dared to speak aloud. it makes howon’s heart ache. his feelings haven’t gone away nor the deep affection he’s felt for the maknae from the day they met. he too scoots closer to shaozu, bringing their bodies even closer, so close to touching. “stop caring for me, shao.” he can’t anymore. things have changed. things won’t go back to normal, ever, between them. “stop.”

“legally, i suppose you can do what you want in your bedroom, but not in shared areas. besides, i feel it should be a common courtesy to be mindful of each other, and respect boundaries.” jian tried his hardest to stay polite while explaining to luka that he had crossed a line, but the other wasn’t make it easy on him, since he was casually walking around in nothing but a tight pair of boxers. obviously, luka wasn’t taking him seriously at all, and the older male felt like a complete idiot for even trying to talk sense into him. “look, i don’t want this to turn into an argument or anything. all i’m asking is to not be confronted with your suitors every day.” jian didn’t feel like he was being unreasonable at all, until luka posed a question that made his doe eyes widen in shock. “w-what?” he stammered, completely taken aback by the implication. a blush crept up his neck, darkening the tanned skin and spreading into his cheeks. “i… no, that’s your business. why would it matter to me that you’re, uh, interested in men in that way?”

“mindfulness, respect,” he repeats the words with a grimace as though they leave a sour taste on his tongue. “s’never been my thing. you picked the wrong roommate, i’m afraid.” luka lives for himself and himself only, following his impulses and not caring how it affects other people. case in point: fucking in the living room. his behavior brings discomfort to the older but is luka going to change his ways? never. in fact, it makes him want to act out more and see how far he can pushes boundaries before jian snaps. “you see jian,” his tone is condescending, addressing the older as though talking to an uneducated child, “the world ain’t all butterfly and rainbow. some people are bigoted pieces of shit. i’m making sure you aren’t one of them.” his reaction intrigues him. there’s something there. something other than discomfort with walking on luka balls deep into a stranger. “then, are you perhaps intrigued, jiji? curious what it would be like?” luka doesn’t know of jian’s sexual preference but he’s felt eyes linger on him thus is fairly certain the other is attracted to men to some degree. “if you ever feel like experimenting, you know where to find me jiji.” the proposal tumbles from his lips casually and without an ounce of shame.

yeonjun has done his best to avoid ashe since the day his boyfriend introduced the other as his older brother, while he stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen as the gravity of the situation dawned on him, and announced the older would be moving in with him. the visits to his boyfriend’s apartment were becoming scarce–nolan was too adsorbed in his studies and kissing yeonjun’s father ass to notice a change in his behavior. he couldn’t say he was surprised nor hurt by the matter. in fact, he was relieved he didn’t have to explain himself–and he’s yet to find himself alone with ashe. “oh, it’s you.” his luck has run out. he clears his throat and puts a folder on the living room table. “i was just um … dropping this off for your brother.” it was awkward as hell.

I understand but here we care if our resources are accessible rather than popularity. Heck this blog thrives on the less popular as said in our title. 

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