no social gather in this world was a price worth being paid, in fact, woojin thought of anyone who threw luxurious parties and big events sociopaths, seekers of some sort of attention. college parties at least paid no effort into looking more than what they were: horny young adults, looking for ways to release the stress of the future in alcohol. not that he was different from both of these aspects, he liked to drink and to have sex but he much rather not do it in public or for social gain. that’s why all his sexual life was exclusive to grindr, much older guys and sometimes completely creepy but at least all of them praised secretively. while the drinking was just another friday night on his computer, sometimes watching anime and other times just the usual freelance work. therefore this was a set way off his character. the reason behind the mistrust he had in minkwan was exactly this, he would never befriend anyone ever again. and surely hunter wasn’t looking for a friend either, that question didn’t suggest a long-term connection between the two. even if a friendship wasn’t the case, he still couldn’t be less than glad and kind of warm inside since he heard those words so close to his ear making it almost impossible not to shiver. he was definitely horny, nothing less and nothing more than that. drunk, with the inability to think and very off his own space, woojin was left with little to work because all he knew from flirting was fuck and go. ‘ okay. okay. romeo take me somewhere we can be alone! ’ he shook his head a little, not dizzy which was a clear good sign. he didn’t want hunter too think he was too drunk to fuck him, he was good and wasn’t gonna waste such night and opportunity because of booze. and immediately hoped he only thought the words they actually said, because quoting taylor swift lyrics wasn’t close to being his best performance of the day. here is this beautiful, good looking and attractive stranger which he only knew on a first name basis since a few parties ago, and unintentionally since then their meetings had been occurring much often than woojin could anticipate and suddenly he is bewitched by the thought of being fucked by him so constantly that it kept him awake one day after they had a heated argument on the classroom. hoping he could be disciplined on that later, maybe he would bring the subject again just to spice the other and watch his reaction in amusement. ‘ i always knew you had a thing for me. your eyes were almost pinning me to the wall the whole night, aye? ’ his own was, that’s for sure. ‘ is your place far? i don’t mind doing in the bathroom if that’s what you're asking for.’ such a low point in woojin’s night but he wasn’t joking even if it sounded like he was. yes, he was known for using sarcasm all day every day but hunter caught him right on that since day one making it almost impossible for him to hold his own tongue back. he tried leaning against the wall to stare at the other’s eyes, but he clearly miscalculated the distance and fell right onto his own feet and at his side. his head made a big loud sound on the sticky ground and he closes his eyes definitively, because what the fuck was he doing? as hunter came to his aid almost immediately, he played dead. he much rather be now realizing the other wasn’t actually trying to fuck him and actually just take him home because of his obvious drunken state. ‘ this is it. this is how i die. horny and embarrassed.’ were his final words to the now most stupid confession he ever ought to have, while the other was reckoning the damage. when woojin finally opened his woozy red eyes, hunter was pitifully looking back and he would stay like this a little longer if he had any shame left on his soul. but of course, he didn’t and decided to dig on that lips before it was too late and before he had that shame back. that boy awoke his sexual desire more than anyone ever had, so he deserved to at least now that. he took a big fuck and kept going. he kissed hunter on that laid, hurt position and still stuck on that gross party floor for what felt like minutes, and he could swear he felt the other sucking onto him too, holding as steady as he could despite the circumstances. hunter didn’t taste like alcohol when he thought he would, actually all he could feel was his scent; he had a wood perfume that he wasn’t sure why it was so strong, yet it filled his lungs so much that he almost felt like he couldn’t breathe. he liked it way too much. but it was gone suddenly and he was kind of glad for that because that was no place to such display nor he wanted to feel more intoxicated than he already was. hunter helped him back onto his feet, even if he had to hold him still with his own body for a second. ‘ niceee. ’ with a little shy thumbs up, eyes on the floor trying to stay put woojin promised himself to never drink again or never set foot on another disgusting party not as long as hunter was still existing on this earth.

                 from woojin’s point of view parties where a waste of time, space and especially money for the hostess, gladly he’d never find himself in such a situation however as his best pal minkwan would say he was indeed in need of going out. perhaps, listening to it was his worst mistake since he felt wrong as soon as he arrived at the house of a colleague who was having one of those weekend parties that don’t have nothing different from each other — because the fact that they happen every weekend and someone always comes up with a story of who hooked up with who or who ended up in the hospital on monday is never new. what did he felt like he needed to be a part of this stupid young social circle? he didn’t. that’s why after failing to approach his colleagues already drunk and playing drinking games by the pool, woojin was breaking down his own consciousness and waiting for the price of the uber to establish so he could go home. when a stranger’s hand lightly grabbed his shoulder and his attention, it was the moment that turned around for a moment, because even if he was an introvert, he was horny and gay, whatever his name was somethings don’t change. ‘ sorry. i think you got the wrong person. ’ he said after looking up hunter situation, who didn’t seem to be on his best self and he wasn’t the type to take advantage of that even if he thought the other was hot. great, now not only was the hottest gay of the university talking to him but he was drunk and proved woojin that everyone in that house was a lost teenager with drinking problems, hunter was just another point of view of that issue. ‘ you’re very sweet but… you kinda reek alcohol and that’s not cool. ’ he felt like a little girl discovering that the popular guy in school was also the bad guy in a gang, not literally, he was just dramatic. but damn, was woojin really not perceptive over his sober eyes? couldn’t he say those things when they were awkwardly sharing their breaths on the same elevator? that was the worst timing and place ever. ‘ you should go back to your friends, i’m sure you have a lot that can deal better with this. ’ being harsh was not a problem, neither his tone went down even if his pulse did after being that close of hunter when he got up in order to leave. no matter what that was he sure would have trouble to forget it for a while after going home, not only parties weren’t his deal but feelings didn’t click as much.

jingyi estava nervosa ao chegar no local do baile, sua mente dizia que estar se apossando da identidade de outra pessoa com certeza a levaria em encrenca, mas podia dizer que estava um pouco mais tranquila de ter tanto woojin quanto o amigo dele, seonho, como companhia. arrumou os cabelos mais uma vez ao entregar o convite que recebera para poder entrar no salão e esperou o segurança permitir sua entrada, dando um suspiro de alívio assim que passou do homem. se virou para o amigo de longa data e puxou a manga do terno que ele usava, com cuidado para não danificar o tecido. “tem certeza que não vamos ser presos por isso né? eu ainda tenho que devolver o vestido e os sapatos.” murmurou em tom baixo, logo que passaram pela entrada do salão. tanto a roupa quanto os sapatos haviam sido alugados e ela teria que tomar cuidado com eles para não sujar nem rasgar nada. mas logo que o nervosismo inicial passou, jingyi se virou sorrindo para woojin. “você está muito bonito, aliás. vai deixar todos curiosos quanto ao rostinho detrás da máscara, senhor woojin.”

não era nem mesmo um dia sem aulas, jingyi tinha acabado de chegar da faculdade e tinha se trocado na velocidade da luz, mas estava feliz de que iria finalmente conhecer o amigo que tinha feito pela internet, mesmo depois de anos falando com woojin. claro que estava cansada, depois de um dia inteiro de aulas e até mesmo estudar para um quiz que teria na sexta, mas jingyi sabia que precisava conhecê-lo. woojin foi o amigo que fez seu amor pela coréia crescer, e ele foi uma das grandes distrações bem-vindas quando ela estava no hospital. então conhecer woojin pessoalmente era algo obrigatório, ela tinha que. por isso havia proposto um encontro numa cafeteria não longe de onde morava, já que não podia fazer muito esforço físico e mesmo que tivesse comprado uma bicicleta para não ter que andar por aí, jingyi ainda tinha que se esforçar ao usá-la. assim que parou a bicicleta na frente do estabelecimento, entrou e logo pediu um café, com muito creme e um dos salgados que tinham ali e procurou um lugar para sentar. se dissesse que não estava nervosa, estaria mentindo, ela estava sim, ainda mais porque woojin sabia de sua condição e da linha frágil em que ela estava. ele sabia de tudo na verdade, até dos dias negros que ela tivera. e mesmo com tudo aquilo, ele havia continuado a mandar mensagens, a distraí-la com fotos de cenários ou coisas que ele fazia no dia a dia. e assim como ele sabia dela, jingyi também conhecia algumas coisas sobre o rapaz, a sacola com uma caixa embrulhada era sua tentativa de agradecimento pela companhia dele todos esses anos e já que ele trabalhava numa rádio, jingyi comprou algo que talvez ele fosse gostar. tirou seu celular do bolso para mandar uma mensagem para o mesmo.

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😇 — following rules.

he is skilled, single-minded, and objective so you’d think he’d be great at following rules but he is also judgmental as fuck and that makes it hard to follow literally anyone. he only follows the rules of those he respects like, those who make a hard point in which despite he agreeing or not, he still understands and makes up to it. he is also driven, hardworking, and loves a challenged so either way with rules or without rules he’d just gonna do it right whatever he does. following rules is just too subjective for woojin, in his world is either black or white, there is no silver-lining so he just does what it’s best for him (if that follows the rules or not it’s another story, one that he doesn’t stop to think much about). indeed true neutral.

🎵 — singing.

i don’t think he sounds like a chicken or a dying goat singing, but will you ever see him singing to prove if he is good or not? no, because he wouldn’t dare. he is an e-boy, he only knows like wonderwall... he will not sing. 

🍀 — luck.

i’d say woojin is neutral on all matters considered abstract, like luck, astros, faith, and such. he is not bad but he is also not good, he doesn’t believe it but he also never firmly claims why. like i said, this boy has no silver-lining.

💌 — romance/flirting.

bad. very bad. oh my god, so baaad. bad bad romance. he is not even good at having friends, or even a family, he just exists on his own and it’s okay, i mean it’s not exactly happy but is even happiness a thing? so he is not good at flirting, he can’t function, he doesn’t get it, he appreciates kindness and it’s kind in return, but affection it’s something he doesn’t get it unless it lingers, and lingers, and lingers and then it’s vocal, outspoken and very up his face and even then it’s possible that he doesn’t comprehend and it’s just assertive to get it over with. but he is not asexual though, he likes sex humph, and he likes people? like, he has crushes, he doeees, but he can’t really commit right to them because he feels weird about it. if that even makes sense, i don’t know.

is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?

robert pattinson is my only valued answer.

have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? what about masturbated to them?

if they are not willing to do something about it, why should i bother?

when was the last time you masturbated?

this morning.

if you could give yourself head, would you?

nice, but god no.

do you watch porn?

not regularly, but..