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He’s accustomed to most of his opponents giving in at this point. They realize that they’re done for as soon as they hit the pavement the first time - this is the norm. But this guy just doesn’t ever give up. Persistent to a fault, just like he is. If he weren’t so pissed off by it, he might find it somewhat endearing. As it is, though, they’re way too similar.
He knows for a fact that the whole conceding talk is bullshit. There’s no way this bullheaded bastard would give up so easily. He can’t think of any conceivable way to be thrown, so he is content in knowing that no matter what kind of scheme the other plans, he will not fall. He doesn’t think to gauge his own distance from the ground until his head smacks it one more time.
“Fuck!”
One second he’s sitting and the next he’s sailing through the air at an angle he’s not exactly comfortable with. The ground is over his head and then it’s at his back and god damn, his head hurts like hell. Pretty sure he’s bleeding, at this point. But who gives a shit? He’s got more important things to deal with - like the asshole on his abdomen.
In a quick effort to at least dodge some of the fist headed for his face, he brings a hand up to yank at Taka’s other wrist. He’s able to move just enough, and he feels bony digits scrape against his cheek, down his ear. The bone on his face aches but isn’t broken, so at least there’s that. He hopes the guy busted his knuckles on the ground.
He uses this newly-created opportunity to bring his hands in and smash them against Taka’s chest as fast and as hard as he can. If it doesn’t wind him, it moves him. It’s not much, but far enough to wriggle out from under and make an attempt to connect his foot with the man’s jaw.
Knuckles bash into concrete like a sledgehammer, cracking the section the two occupied nearly in half from the force of the punch. An expression of surprise pushes its way onto Taka's features at the harsh jolt of pain that shoots up his arm as if he'd stuck metal in an electrical socket. Impressive. He didn't think SeLin had it in him. He laughs in an almost stunned manner just before he feels hands hit hard against his chest, almost knocking the very breath out of his lungs. He loses his balance momentarily, falling backward just enough to unfortunately allow the other enough leeway to get out from under him. An arm quickly comes back behind him so he can catch himself before he ends up laid out on the ground wide open.
Before he can get himself back to his feet, however, the other's foot swiftly and brutally connects with the lower side of his face, forcing a pained grunt from his throat and knocking him back a few steps. He takes a moment to recollect himself, recovering his stores of common sense as fast as possible, using conversation as a distraction tool until he's finished thinking.
"Lucky dodge back there." Taka laughs maliciously, "If ya hadn't done that I might've just crushed your face in. Would 'ave been a bit sad really." He brings his fist up to quickly inspect the damage, but finds that he can't see much through the blood from his skinned knuckles. "I'm enjoyin' myself and I wouldn't wanna cut that short, though I don't know if you'll feel the same way in a few minutes."
At this point, victory becomes Taka's only focus and goal.
This guy's somehow been able to get out of everything he's trapped him in, so he assumes that brute force is the best bet at this point. If trapping his opponent won't work, maybe rattling his brain against his skull will daze him long enough to get some hard kicks in, maybe a couple punches too.
When he feels ready, the elder rushes forward, ducking low to avoid any attacks the other might try to make as he runs; his arms also stay firm in front of him so he would be able to quickly and efficiently block any low blows as well. As soon as he gets close enough, he grins and quickly brings himself up, swinging his right foot around as hard as possible to land a crushing blow on the side of SeLin's face. Soon after, he attempts to use his momentum as he whirls around to pack even more power into the uppercut he's aimed for the man's jaw. Another kick follows rapidly, this time targeting his opponent's ribs. He leaves no openings for error, making sure every move is calculated well to achieve the highest rate of success and accuracy. It's not something he likes to do often, but if an exact strategy will help him win, he's more than happy to spend time executing it as precisely as possible.
"Why don't you just give up already?" He grunts as he brings his right fist around once more, eyes set on SeLin's throat. "I'm fuckin' hungry and I think we both know where this 's goin'."
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There’s a second of silence as he takes a deep breath, and then it’s shattered with the impact of the other man’s head on his jaw. If it were a year ago, he probably would’ve been down for the count, lower face dislocated. But now he keeps going.
He narrowly avoids biting his tongue as he takes a step back to brace for the next hit. He knows it’s coming, just doesn’t know from which direction. It turns out to be from below, knee to his stomach with a breathtaking force. He wheezes, trying to refill his lungs as he takes a hold of the man’s leg before it disappears again. Does he even need the air? He’s not sure, any more.
He yanks the guy’s leg as he swivels, lets go at the arc of the swing, and watches him stumble. He finally gets his wind back as he smashes into Taka at the waist, knocking him over. They hit the ground hard and he scrambles up to sit on a heaving abdomen. Fingers slide into dark hair and his grip is unforgiving. Taka’s not getting free without gaining a bald spot, that’s for sure.
“Looks like it, dunnit?” He’s breathing heavy, too, but amusement creeps into his worn-out voice. He grins bloody, smug as can be. “What now, bitch?”
Fairly confident in his last move, Taka allows a small proud chuckle to rumble in his throat —until he feels SeLin's fingers wrap around his leg. His expression briefly gives away a bit of his surprise at the other's agility just before the other yanks it roughly, directly resulting in a loss of balance shortly after. He attempts to regain his footing as quickly as possible; but, unfortunately, by the time it's restored, SeLin is crashing into him, knocking him hard onto the cold ground.
It takes a few moments for Taka to bring himself out of the slight daze of the impact with the concrete, and he lets out a quiet pained noise as he tries to push himself up, but fails. For a moment, he's somewhat puzzled, until he feels a harsh, yet irritating, tug at the roots of his hair and realizes that his opponent is sitting on his back.
Taka needs a plan, some way to get this guy off of him and onto the ground where he belongs. Oh, how he would enjoy grinding this asshole's face into the ground with his heel when he found a way out of this. He takes a few short moments to think over all of the possible options, which he's never really enjoyed, but he'd rather think logically than admit defeat, which he has never done, and most likely never will.
Eventually, he finds the perfect tactic, and goes about it very slowly in an attempt to disguise his preparation as struggling. "Get off me, you fuckin' asshole. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to pull hair when you were fuckin' little?" He complains, shifting his body a bit as a distraction to prevent the other from realizing he was gradually moving his legs up under himself to create a bit of an angle between him and the concrete.
Height has always been somewhat of an issue for Taka; but luckily, this situation is a bit different. Sure, SeLin is taller than him by a couple of inches; but the size advantage is fortunately much smaller than what he's accustomed to, so the challenge is about on the same level of difficulty for both of them. Lifting the other won't be too much of a challenge; but getting to the point where he can without garnering his attention will be, at least slightly.
Finally, Taka's struggling charade comes to an end, and he stills himself, allowing a bit of laughter to slip through his lips. "What now? Well I guess I'm pretty much fucked right?" He asks, sarcasm coating his words. "I guess I have no choice but to give up-" He grunts, heaving himself up as rapidly as he can to throw the other off balance. After taking hold of the upper arm of the hand tightly wound in his hair, Taka harshly tugs him over his own head and over onto the concrete above his head. Leaving no opening for any sort of retaliation, the elder leaps to his feet and swiftly seats himself on the other's chest, gripping his jaw as tightly as possible to keep his face in place. "Yeah, right. I've never fuckin' lost and I'm not too damn keen on startin' now." He growls with a smile, drawing back his fist in preparation for a rather harsh blow to SeLin's jaw. "However, I'll accept your admission of defeat whenever you like." Then he lets his fist loose, allowing it to brutally strike the other's face just as his other hand allows it to move freely. "But ya might wanna go ahead and do it sooner rather than later, because I can do this all fuckin' night."
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"Sorry, but-" Taka grunts out of the side of his mouth, still keeping part of it closed to keep what's left of his cigarette in place. "Not really. I fuckin' hate kids and besides..." He plucks the cigarette from his lips and tosses it onto the ground, not once paying enough mind to look up at the other. "Men don't have babies. Now if ya changed my gender you might have a lil' luck, but it's anatomically impossible as is. Didn't they teach ya that in middle school or somethin'?"
Taka grinds the smoldering stub into the ground with the heel of his shoe and quickly straightens himself up. "If not then they did a pretty shit job with your sex ed. class. 'Preciate the wink though." After he finishes speaking, he turns quickly on his heel and disappears into the night.
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Oh, I confess I've lost control I let my guard down, I let the truth out.
Normally, punches don’t hurt all that bad. He’s able to block out the pain and focus on his fists, which makes for excellent endurance. But this one throbs like a bitch - feels like his jaw’s been shattered. He knows it hasn’t because he’d be in a world of even worse pain, but damn. He staggers back a step or two, hand already coming up to wipe away some rogue spit. It comes away red.
He doesn’t realize he’s laughing until a split second later. It’s madness, probably; the kind that always surfaces when you’re high on adrenaline and aren’t likely to come down any time soon. He doesn’t get this much fun out of Speed. He rushes forward, grips Taka by the shirt, and pulls their skulls together in a crash that has him seeing stars for a couple of seconds. Go big or go home, right?
“If ya say so, Stupid Fuck!”
He’s shouting but he can’t hear himself over the pounding in his ears. Blood’s rushing and he’s feeling good. His right fist finds its home in the man’s gut and he twists, digging just that much deeper. If he were a bitch, he’d have pulled out his knife, too, just to make things interesting. But this is a fist fight and he’s not gonna fight dirty until he actually wants to kill this guy.
“Ya must be crazy, askin’ fer this shit.”
Blood. When he sees it on the other's lip, Taka nearly loses it. It's something he loves, and the rush of seeing his opponent bleeding feels like it's enough to keep him up for the rest of the night. "Fight hasn't even started yet and I'm already havin' a ball."
When he hears SeLin's laughter, he can't help but allow a small smile to tug at his lips. Luckily, he's found someone who will enjoy a good fight just as much as he does, which will make this all the more interesting.
In the midst of his thoughts, SeLin makes his move and Taka hisses when he feels the other's head crash into his own, but it's only enough to send him stumbling back maybe a half step, nothing more. "Well, you got a hard head, but I think I asked you to show me your punch, yeah?"
The elder gets his wish in the form of a fist to the stomach, and it forces him to double over and knocks a good bit of air out of him. He doesn't feel much pain immediately, but when he attempts to straighten up, it races through his abdominal muscles like electricity. His words are tinged with a bit of pain, but he toughs through and rids his voice of it about halfway through his sentence. "Tch... Pretty good, but I'm damn sure I can do better."
In a matter of milliseconds, Taka thrusts his head up and into the other man's jaw. Shortly after, he brings his foot up and drives it straight into the other's stomach with a force even stronger than his previous punch. He mentally reminds himself to tone it down though, because he's stronger than this guy and he doesn't want to damage him permanently. That would be a waste of a perfectly good fighting partner, and who knows where he'd find another one of this guy.
"I think we're both just about as crazy as we fuckin' look. Don't you agree?"

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It’s hard to see from here, but he thinks he sees the other man blushing. He hadn’t exactly expected that, but it’s a pleasant surprise. He really enjoys the way Taka’s cheeks go pink all the way to his ears just because he’d said his name. It’s kind of adorable.
At the compliment, he laughs. Usually he just goes out in a shirt and some jeans, so this is about as good as it gets, and happens pretty seldom. “I think you’re probably biased. But yeah, you just might.”
He grins, taking the other’s hand in his own when they’re close enough for him to reach. Normally, he’s not good with human contact. He doesn’t particularly like touching other people, but even sometimes just a simple brush of their shoulders together on a crowded street is enough to remind Taehyun that he is alive. It’s a reminder that everyone else is, too. And he likes to know that Takahiro is here, with him, and existing on the physical plane instead of his imagination.
"Yeah, that’s good," he says, smile softening fractionally. He doesn’t know much about the restaurant either, just that they’re a more expensive than the others around here and supposedly have pretty good food. Of course, it’s not a requirement to dress up, but most people he sees heading inside do anyway. It was probably a good idea to do this. "Thank you."
He grabs his coat and closes the closet door. It doesn’t get slipped on just yet, because he prefers to gauge the temperature outside before he decides to commit. And then he tugs Taka towards the door.
"I appreciate it. Now let’s go."
"If only you knew how unbiased I am on normal occasions." Leaving bias out of the equation of his day to day duties is actually one of the rules Taka must adhere to, no matter what the circumstances may be and how much he may wish to change it. Death is known as 'The Great Equalizer' for a reason. Bias has no place in his day to day life, so he tries to avoid it when he can... Which is why he finds himself, unsuccessfully, trying to deny that he's even the slightest bit biased towards Tae.
"Don't mention it." The elder turns his head away once more in order to hide the bit of pink beginning to blossom on his cheeks once more. "Sorry to spring somethin' like this on you at the last minute, I guess. My bad. Shoulda given you some prior notice or some shit. My apologies." He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jacket and shrugs. He figures he'll go ahead and fish out his keys and have them ready so he can unlock the car downstairs. He struggles a bit with the liner, but finally tugs his keys free.
As Tae tugs him to the door, Taka takes a step ahead and opens the door for him; because apparently that's something one is supposed to do for their partner on a date. He prepares himself for the cold gust of air that he knows is going to hit him straight on; and when it actually makes contact with his skin, he curses at the chill in the wind. Cold weather is something he's always had little to no tolerance for, and unfortunately, he'd picked a cold day to take the younger out.
"S'too fuckin' cold lately. Gettin' just about fed up with this winter shit." His words come out in an annoyed grumble and he gently pulls Tae along, shutting the door behind them.
"Should I go start the car and turn the heat on or do you want me to wait here while you lock up? Last thing I want you comin' back to is a trashed place. Don't want all this effort goin' to waste, yeah?" The last thing Taka wants is for all of his hard work for tonight to go to waste because some jackass picked Tae's home to break into; the thought of the event itself pisses him off even. He figures that he'd hunt the asshole down that did it and snap his thread with his bare hands; and he would enjoy it, too.
"You might wanna put that coat on too. Gettin' sick isn't somethin' I had planned for you tonight either and I'm no good with cookin' so I wouldn't be able to fix you any chicken soup to fix it."
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"Yea what do you want?" Comes Taka's annoyed response. Only two words had been spoken by the other and already the elder feels like he's being bothered. This is no different than his usual feelings of being approached, however. Socializing is by no means his strong point, most likely because he only talks to people to coax them into a false sense of comfort before he cuts them down...
...Which is why he's left absolutely dumbfounded when the next thing out of the other's mouth is some overused pick up line.
"Wow." Comes Taka's sarcastically surprised reply, which is quickly followed up by an unimpressed laugh. There are only two ways he can handle this situation in his mind and of course, being Taka, he chooses the more rude sounding of the two. "I've never been to heaven, jackass. Never goin' there, either. Pretty shitty from what I heard."
An eerie smile creeps across his lips and curls them up at the ends, giving his visage a much more sinister appearance. "Though I can tell you how Mount Olympus looked when I left it."
Memories still swirl in his head from that very day, regardless of how many thousands of years ago it had taken place. Images of crumbling marble, smoldering ashes, and smears of red against what was left of the formerly pristine white walls of the throne room still remain fresh in his mind. He laughs, still pleased with what he'd done after all of these years. "It was in ruins, everything . Half of it was burnt to ashes, actually. The place was completely destroyed after I left it, with no life left to rebuild it. Liked it a lot better than the original actually. Not a big fan of anything pure white and refined. I'd much rather have something torn to pieces and stained red." The last words of his sentence are purposefully laced with a malicious tone intended to frighten the other.
"You might want to find your way outta here before I make an example of what I prefer outta you."
The guy behind him is talking to himself and it perturbs him that he’s not exactly unfamiliar with the activity. He wonders if maybe he should get himself a psych evaluation, but decides that he already knows he’s fucking crazy. No need for someone else to reaffirm. He shrugs.
“Good if ya’ve got nothin’ else, pretty much.”
It’s a dive, that’s for sure. Not much in the way of quality, it’s home to a lot of the rougher faces of Seoul. People who just need alcohol and don’t care about taste, that want to forget. He’s come to know it well, and for that, he may be slightly ashamed. But he’s never been one to dwell on what other people may think, so the feeling fades as quickly as it surfaces.
“Neither of us’re the common type, you’d think,” he grunts. He doesn’t care about the other’s name, nor does he care about how the one he gives is probably a fake. He’s never going to see him again, after all. “How ‘bout I just call ya Stupid Fucker? Seems fitting, doesn’t it?”
He smiles, wide and crude.
“Punch me if ya want, I don’t give a shit. Just gives me a reason to hit ya back.”
"Pretty sure that name fits you better than it fits me, might wanna change your legal name to that instead of SeLin. Describes your personality a bit better." A smug grin stretches across Taka's lips, "Then your wife could be Mrs. Stupid Fucker, which'd fit her too since she tied herself down to your ass. What a versatile name."
A threatening laugh creeps out of Taka's smiling lips as he shakes his head. Suddenly, his fist flies around and crashes into the other's jaw. God, that felt great. "If you knew what was good for ya, you wouldn't have invited me to do that." He steps back to prepare for the other's retaliation. "That is, unless you're in the mood for a little fightin' too." It had been far too long since Taka had been involved in a true fight. Usually the biggest struggle he ever had was trying to figure out how to ignore the useless screams and pleas from his victims. Just thinking about any sort of rough fight makes his bones ache for it, and he begins to think that he's got a bit of a problem; but he doesn't give a shit. "You've got your reason to hit back, now let me see how good of a punch you got."

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It’s like this dude can see into his head and knows exactly what he wants. He hasn’t had a drink all day and man, could he go for one right now. Some of his annoyance drifts away at the offer, and he’s left with only begrudging acceptance.
A sigh forces its way past SeLin’s lips and he starts walking, brushing past the man in front of him and then gesturing for him to follow. He does enjoy taking the lead.
“Fuck it, c’mon. ‘s a pretty okay bar ‘round here somewhere,” he grumbles, and decides that even if the hairy bastard doesn’t follow, he’ll go for the drink anyway. It’s just as well drinking alone.
“The fuck do ya need to know for?” He takes a moment to rethink what he’s said, and decides that maybe he’s being a little too rude to the guy that’s gonna pay for his liquor. “…SeLin. ‘nd who’re you, then?”
A cool wind blows past the exposed skin of Taka's face and an annoyed growl rumbles up from his chest as shivers make their way down his spine. "Fuckin' cold weather. Who the fuck asked for you?" He grumbles to himself as he tugs his jacket closed to protect himself from any further freezing.
A bit of distaste for this man had formed in his chest a few minutes ago and was now worming its way a little farther up. With every word he speaks, Taka feels as if he's being given dose after dose of his own medicine; and honestly, he'd rather live with the sickness than take the medicine to get over it. "Think I've heard of the one around here. Good drinks I think."
When the other questions him in a rather rude manner, the elder is quick to retaliate. "Thought it was fuckin' common courtesy to ask someone you just met their name. Damn." A slightly agitated sigh escapes his lips, and the emotion almost makes itself known on his visage, but by some miracle he manages to push it back. "Cool name. Nice to meet ya then, SeLin. Name's Taka. Pretend like that's it, if you don't mind. Although doin' otherwise might end in a black eye or at least a punch to the face if it doesn't do anythin' else."
Even from the other room, Taehyun can hear him. Loud, just like his personality.
The younger sheds his pajamas quickly, discards them in the hamper to be washed another day, and opens his closet. He doesn’t have much in the way of formal attire, but he doesn’t want to dress down and look bad. He wants to look lie he’s worth Taka’s time, and all the effort he’s thrown into the evening. It’s a subconscious desire, sure, but the compulsion to dress up is still there.
He doesn’t have a suit, hasn’t had one since he was a kid and needed it for something or other his parents had been doing. He doesn’t recall it very well. So he’s going to have to make due with what he does have; black khakis (slim fit because he’s a twig and he doesn’t like baggy pants), a white button-up, and a black vest he’d forgotten he even had. A search of his sock drawer unearths a simple black tie that he can’t exactly remember how to wear.
After dressing himself he flips his collar up, slips the tie around the back of his neck, and just leaves it be for now. He’ll figure it out later.
A quick glance into his mirror tells him to remove the almost-forgotten clips from his hair, and he combs his fingers through in a vain attempt to get it to settle straight. Better than nothing, at the very least.
"I know," is the first thing out of his mouth as he reenters the living room, and pauses to put on his socks. "But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. And I like your name. It suits you."
He goes to find his shoes with upturned lips. They’re in the hall closet instead of next to the door, because he doesn’t have much of a reason to wear oxfords on the daily. Usually he sticks to his sneakers for convenience and simplicity.
As he steps into them, his eyes flicker up to observe Taka sitting at his chair. He’s infinitely glad he saved and closed his draft, because he really doesn’t like anyone, even Takahiro, seeing his work before he’s finished with it.
"You said it was the place down the street, right?"
"I can't stand my fuckin' name, so I guess that makes one of us." With a quick roll of the eyes, Taka attempts to dispel the slight blush forming on his cheeks. Unfortunately, he fails, so he just turns his face away and pretends that he's found something unbelievably amazing in the paint on Tae's walls. No one can know that he ever blushes. He's the end of all life on this planet, human or animal. Something that vicious and unforgiving should never be expected to blush. He has an image to maintain.
After he's sure that the redness on his cheeks has faded at least a little, he turns toward the other to look him over in his newly donned outfit. He's taken aback briefly by just how much the other had done in a couple of minutes. Somehow Tae had gone from relaxation night to runway model at a breathtaking speed. However, his surprise fades when he realizes that this probably happens all the time before he goes out for him to look as good as he usually does. "Well damn. If I could make myself look that nice in that amount of time I could get twice as much done in a day," he jokes.
"Yeah. The place with the good drinks." When Taka notices that Tae is slipping on his shoes, he stands up from his seat and strolls a bit closer to the other. "That's good, yeah? If you wanna go somewhere else, I'm up for it. I just asked the last guy I saw what the nicest restaurant he knew of was."
He doesn't give much detail as to what 'seeing' someone actually meant. Tae isn't someone he wants to know what exactly he is, and quite frankly, he desperately hopes he never finds out. The last thing he needs is fear taking up residence in the younger's heart before he can get there first. The elder laughs and continues speaking, "The look on his face, I'll tell ya– uh, anyway,– that's the place he told me. Don't know much 'bout it really." Both of Taka's shoulders rise up in a sort of half shrug. "I thought you'd like it so I figured I'd go ahead and make reservations."