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                underground fighting just  w a s n ‘ t  paying the bills anymore    ;    though minho was  HOMELESS    &   spent nearly every night on a different friend’s couch,  he still needed money for the basic necessities such as  FOOD.    ❛     look, man…   it ain’t that big of a deal   !    we sell some drugs every other night and make some cash.  as long as we don’t get  CAUGHT,  it’ll be all good   !    ❜    minho spoke as if he wasn’t asking jihoon to participate in a illegal activity that could get them locked up for  YEARS. 

                    “     sure.     “ 

                              kitae truly has nothing to hide— it’s his own blood , born from ACHING wound that slashes along forearm. skin is raw , red - hot with fever.  (  he n e e d s to get home ; it’s only a matter of time before his elementary knowledge of first aid spirals down the drain with blood loss haze.  )  he favors left leg as he rocks back a step , regards the other with a parting gaze. 

                                        he turns - there’s a visible sway as equilibrium falters - and waves good arm over shoulder as he departs. slower than usual , a soft stagger.

          ❛       i’m actually really   offended   that you would assume i’m a bad cook,      ❜      he says with a   dramatic huff,   trying to hide his grin as he snatched the bottle of olive oil off the counter    &   poured it into the pan.        ❛       whatever, though. just   more   for me.      ❜       shrug.

        they’ve been behind him for the   past ten blocks.   at first, jihoon didn’t think anything of it, but after he ducked into some side streets    &    turned a couple corners, just to see what happened, he knew they were   following   him. finally, he turns around, walking right up to them      &     grabbing them by the collar of their shirt.         ❛       WHO ARE YOU     &      WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME ?      ❜

         he’s looking at them like they just told him they were someone from the future       &      were there to prevent him from doing something stupid. like they were   crazy,   to be frank. jihoon’s eyes were wide      &      filled with shock, maybe even a little   disgust   at the way they were acting.      ❛     woah, woah, woah----- slow down. you want me to help you with   what ?      ❜

         ❛      ------- what ?       ❜      a   confused expression   was thrown at the female, brows furrowed     &    dark optics narrowed. he was just walking back to his apartment     &    just so happened to take this route instead because it was   shorter   than the one he usually took. jihoon had   no clue   what letter she was talking about or why she thought he had slipped it underneath her door.      ❛     what letter ?       ❜

        ❛      we’ve been over this before,       ❜       he says with a sigh, clearly   annoyed   without having to show much emotion. one thing jihoon hated was being   accused   of something he didn’t do       &        she should have   known   that by now.        ❛     i didn’t do it, so get off my back.       ❜  

send me ‘i want the k’ and i’ll generate a number

10. neck kiss

                ❛     you   want   me ?     ❜      

        calloused fingers trail the expanse of the boy’s neck, a quiet hum reverberating up from within his throat.   he smirks,   pressing his thumb against his jugular   ---   applying   pressure.  dark eyes are filled with consideration, but he leans forward nonetheless, attaching his mouth to the other’s neck to begin   dotting kisses   down his throat. jihoon leaves his mark there    (  light pink )    just because he   wanted   to      &      he   could. 

                    arm raises just slightly , sapphire optics examining RUINED jumper. it’s a large stain that seeps out at blurred edges to paint fabric. stark crimson on white , hateful fury on lax physique. a small shift of weight and arm drops to side. he looks down at the other through thick lashes ; a soft nod of the head in return.

                              “     you’ve caught me at a bad time.     “ 

         dark eyes regard the other with   suspicion,   his lips pursed     &    stance nothing less than   defensive.   it wasn’t anything personal. jihoon was like this with everyone he met. he couldn’t trust anyone, no matter how nice they looked. even the starbucks cashier received   questionable   looks from the male every once in awhile. there was never really any way of knowing who was watching him, so he had to keep his guard up   twenty-four seven.   he nods toward the male, gesturing to sleeve of his shirt,      ❛        you have blood on your shirt.      ❜

       he KNOWS the answer too, but even then, Jihoon’s pause only makes him nervous. Jiwook doesn’t smile back  ( it’s not a funny joke ).  he buries his face in Jihoon’s chest for a moment before he looks back up at him with a shrug.         ❛     sure…. we can. what KINDA porn?     ❜