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junghyun’s tag drop
❛ ❪ ♡ ; visuals. ੭ ⵓ kim junghyun. 𐐪𐑂 ｡ ❫
❛ ❪ ♡ ; musing. ੭ ⵓ kim junghyun. 𐐪𐑂 ｡ ❫
❛ ❪ ♡ ; threads. ੭ ⵓ kim junghyun. 𐐪𐑂 ｡ ❫
❛ ❪ ♡ ; ship. ੭ ⵓ junghyun + minho. 𐐪𐑂 ｡ ❫
wcckends:
open : f / m / nb plot : sweet girl falls in luv w a baddie
❝ do you LIKE me or not ? ❞
‘ i mean, of course i like you . . . ’ kiyong coughs, doing his best to ease the tension that builds in his shoulders. ‘ we’re friends, right? really good friends. ’ he feels the need to emphasise this, because despite coming here tonight for some company, that’s all this is to them.
open to all & any !! please give me the angst, i need it, i crave it !
‘ you mean to tell me, this entire time . . . you’ve been keeping me a secret? why? ’ junghyun was well aware they weren’t exclusive, but to be hidden as if the other is ashamed to be near them, now that was painful, excruciatingly so. ‘ please, i deserve to know why i’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to know your friends? are we not friends? ’
wildwcmen:
“of course we’re friends. it’s not that big of a deal…” she knew that it was even as the words left her mouth, avoiding eye contact, fingers playing with the ends of her light hair. “i just haven’t gotten around to telling them about you.” excuses. “we have other things to talk about, you know. my sex life isn’t the most interesting thing about me.” she lifts her chin slightly, deciding that if she pretends to be offended it may take some of the heat off of her.
‘ not that big of a deal? ’ now he’s fuming. it didn’t take much to set him off these days, and quite frankly ; junghyun’s been hanging together by the smallest of threads. ‘ it doesn’t require much effort to tell your group of friends that i am also your friend, we’ve been at this for nearly three months. what’s the real issue, huh? is there someone else that’s offering more of a permeance than i? ’ jung’s past has offered him nothing if not for a keen eye for situations like this. he won’t let it go. ‘ you don’t need to tell them we’re fucking. a simple introduction into your friend group is all that’s needed, and maybe we could do more than just fuck? since you mention there’s more to you than just your sex life, ain’t that right? ’
wildwcmen:
“if this is your way of saying that you want to date me, it’s a terrible way of going about it.” she exhales softly through her nose, the sound coming out as a quiet huff. the longer the conversation continues, the more she finds that she’s actually becoming offended. all of his insecurities and jealousy is starting to get on her nerves, and while in most situations she would try to help him through it, it’s different when it feels as though it’s all her fault. “so what if there is someone else? we aren’t dating, you’ve made that very clear, and after this little outburst of yours i wouldn’t want to date you in the first place. or do you just want to meet my friends so that you can sleep with one of them next? go ahead! you have my blessing.”
this was getting way out of hand, so far out of reach that junghyun couldn’t grab hold of the situation long enough to backtrack. when he was angry, it was hard for them to take note of this and dial it back, or consider the fact that he is at fault and his words are hurtful. it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s tunnel vision, something he himself despises. ‘ i am in no way looking to date you, i just figured you’d want to maintain that aspect of friendship we had prior to jumping down each other’s pants, yeah? ’ he swallows back a lump, shaky hands stuffed into their pockets. this was not going to end well. ‘ i don’t want to sleep with your friends, i just thought it was a normal thing to do. introduce friends to friends, and hang out? but by all means, if they wish to fuck, don’t let yourself get in the way. i’ll end this, here. now. ’ with that, he turns on his heels, stepping out of the doorway, cursing himself for his temper and need to destroy anything that’s good for him.
hearthseek:
‘ how about you let me know when you are done being awfully over dramatic ?? ’ form doesn’t mean his words to come out as harsh as they do. but he cannot take them back and there is only one thing left to do. sigh. ‘ listen, we are friends. but you never mentioned that i had to let people know ?? do i have to go around telling people that i’m fucking a friend ?? people already know what i’m like. as you did before we got all tangled up. ’ he pointed out.
there’s a brief moment that passes, where junghyun feels as though he may implode from the amount of anger and betrayal he’s feeling. yeah, he knew what form was like before getting involved, but that didn’t excuse the fact that he was not treating them as more of a side project, than a friend that once meant more. ‘ i’m not asking you to go around and tell others we’re fucking. you’re missing the point. ’ a small shudder spreads across his frame, daring to release as the anger continues to pile. most of it from other situations, which is why they attempt to remain calm ; junghyun doesn’t want to take his negative emotions out on the other. ‘ i just don’t understand why, now that we are fucking, i’m no longer asked to go with you on your outings'? am i now only good enough to be in your bed? ’
hearthseek:
form had no idea how to start explaining. he was a nobody. quite literally. he had no identification on him. no records of him being alive or even existing. people that he was around were usually temporary. until he is done with the job. only ones that he stick around with are the circle members who junghyun hasn’t even met yet. form groans in frustration when the other keeps pressing on the matter. ‘ that’s not what i fucking mean at all !! ’ he said, almost shouting but managing to keep it under control. ‘ what is it gonna change if people know about us ?? it’s our business. not theirs. why are you so worked up about it ?? ’ he huffed out.
his brow raises and permanently sticks there, junghyun’s voice growing a few octaves higher as they fight off the urge to burst into tears. he normally is not fond of showing emotion like this, especially not crying. typically he is able to handle himself quite well, not even flinching, even if he’s being harmed. though for some reason, the way form speaks to him, and of him, has his ducts quivering and his lower lip twitching. ‘ all my life, i have been pushed into a quiet corner. family, friends, employers, schools, any authority figure, ’ shaking their head, he can’t stop the waterfall, no matter how hard he’s trying, and he is, desperately so. ‘ i just thought that for once, i had found someone, a friend, maybe more, i don’t know. that wouldn’t wish to shut me up and toss me in the back. i guess i was wrong. ’ though he’s aware he may be overreacting, a bit dramatic, manipulative, even— he’s buried himself far too deep to come back from it now.
smckbls:
&. sonya babicz ! 28 y / o club / bar owner & former stripper. literally did what she had to , to survive. money that didn’t go towards rent or tuition , was used to cover travel expenses & buy just about anything , that’d catch her eye. still considers herself relatively down to earth & rather humble. open to : f / m / nb ! plot in source !
“ got an invite for some yacht party & need you to come as my plus one. we’ll need to find proper attire , so let’s hit the mall. all expenses of course , will be covered by yours truly. ”
‘ you’re invited to a yacht party, and your first choice is to ask . . . me? of all people? to go with you? ’ there’s slight confusion to his voice, followed by a small chuckle. the last time he was asked to accompany a friend, the night ended with junghyun spending the night in cuffs. said friend never spoke to them again. ‘ i just want to make sure you’re aware that i may or not have a record of fucking shit up, and if you’re okay with that, then i’m in. ’ they tease.
springddays:
closed starter for @cigzaftrsex / based on this prompt.
hyeon was worried. extremely worried. laying in bed, his eyes latched onto his phone, the screen lighting with the time. 1:37am. with a text from him. he couldn’t sleep. he didn’t want to sleep. fighting with his own brain, he said fuck it and pushed the sheets away, slipping on the first pair of shoes he saw and fished his car keys off the table. the only thought was junghyun and wanting to know if he was alright. fortunately, it was barely ten minutes and he was there, knocking on his door. hoping for a response, he rested his palm on the door, eyes cast down. “you in there? i came as soon as i sensed something was wrong.”
the loud rapping on his front door snaps junghyun from his drift, eyes shooting open and bloodshot, scanning around the living room for any sign of a threat. his heart beats at an alarming rate, and it’s only when he hears the familiar sound of hyeon’s voice that he allows his shoulders to lax, bringing himself to his feet. after pulling open the front door, he almost spills over in tears, but stops himself. not wanting to be too much or cause any concern. ‘ hyeon, it’s nearly two am, you should be asleep. ’ there’s a chill in the air, and he doesn’t wish for the other to be cold, so he steps aside and pulls hyeon in, shutting the door with his feet. ‘ are you alright? did you have a bad dream? ’ it’s not his intention to lie or gaslight his the other in any form, but part of him is afraid to fully admit the hell he’s been going through lately. instead, he dances around the subject, shifting the plot just a bit. ‘ if it was a bad dream, i can make us some tea, you can stay here for the rest of the night, yeah? ’
springddays:
he looked at the man in front of him and the sight of him, how he looked, how he sounded, reinforced his worries. “i don’t care that it’s late. not a bad dream albiet your text.” the warmth of the apartment enveloped him like a hug, like a summer breeze but it did nothing to defuse how he was feeling. “junghyun, you scared the fuck out of me and i had to know you were okay.” knowing that tea would be a welcome delight to his senses, hyeon was more focused on junghyun. he wouldn’t get out of bed at this time for just anyone. he cared, he cared a lot and whether he needed company or not, hyeon wanted to be there for him. hands curled into fists, digging his fingers into his palms, more words came out in shivered breaths. “if you want me to stay, i’ll stay. don’t want you to be alone.”
fuck, junghyun gulps, the sudden realisation hits him. he partially remembered typing out a text, though he swears to himself that he remembers erasing and never hitting send. bubbles build in his gut and move towards his throat, a reminder that he may have still been drunk from the bender he’d been on lately. purpose his memory had failed him and he did actually send out that text, it’s not like it’s never happened before. sweat drips down his back, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his flesh. ‘ ah, that text. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to alarm you . . . , i was sort of . . . ’ their mind trails off, waiting for an excuse to present itself, but it’s lagging. he does his best to buy his time by grabbing for hyeon’s jacket, folding it halfway and tossing it onto the sofa. ‘ i was just tired, that’s all. overwhelmed with work. nothing too serious. again, i’m sorry. ’ there’s a ball of guilt that has taken it’s permanent home within his chest, whether that be for the constant lying, manipulating— or the drinking, he’s unaware. ‘ but i do wish for you to stay. did you want that tea? it’ll help calm us both down. ’
springddays:
he noticed junghyun’s hesitation, he wasn’t blind to it. it was written all over the text that had given him a severe case of palpitations in his chest. but he didn’t push anything. that wasn’t the way to go and he knew that. wanting to be respectful, hyeon pressed his lips together and lowered his gaze for a moment, looking back up when junghyun spoke. “it’s okay. put the kettle on and i’ll make myself at home. but remember. . . ” he placed his hand on his shoulder, a metaphor of reaching out in a matter of care and concern. gentle and sincere, hyeon allowed himself to pull back from asking any more questions. but inside, shards of glass cut at him, in the desire to know what was bothering the man before him. even if it was work, he wished to discover what lay beneath cracked words. “remember, i am here for you. if you need someone to talk to, or for someone to simply listen, i’ll be that ear. ” an expression of softness washed over his face, fingers gripping junghyun a bit tighter, a squeeze of reassurance. a moment of tenderness. he hoped it would come across in that way.
the moment he felt hyeon’s hand on his shoulder, he nearly burst into tears. it had been quite a bit of time since he had been touched with such gentleness, such sincerity. they attempted to hold his gaze, but couldn’t, it being far too strong and caring for him to remain in a state of stability. without much thought, as if on autopilot, he nods, a smile creeping up in the corners of his mouth. ‘ of course. but i’m okay, really. must have had a bad dream, didn’t mean to scare you. ’ there’s a gnawing ache that grows inside of junghyun’s gut, it dares to be felt and let free ; however he won’t allow it. as desperately as he wishes to lean into his embrace and stay there, even if no words were spoken, he can’t allow himself. anything they’ve touched turns to stone, in the worst of ways— he doesn’t wish to harm hyeon, another loss at his weakened state would only spill him overboard. ‘ please, stay. i’ll put the kettle on. ’ turning on his heels, their short walk to the kitchen is met and water is poured into said kettle, that soon enough is set atop the burner. he’s back to hyeon within minutes, with a more washed out face than before. ‘ are you okay, though? ’
springddays:
as he waited, he thought about the text he received, the one that had brought him here in the first place. words twisting in his heart and causing him to break out in a sweat in the middle of the night, the thin fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin. that feeling was still rooted deep, even more so after coming face-to-face with junghyun. legs spread, seated on the couch, he pulled out his phone, light illuminating his face. conversation still open, hyeon gnawed on his bottom lip, a fresh knife carving a wound into his already-worried soul, stomach squeezing and flipping in fear. something was amiss and while he understood there had been no ill intentions between either party, it didn’t defuse how he felt, it didn’t take away the burning emotion that something was very very wrong. the question brought him out of his mind, phone back in his pocket as he took the steaming mug from junghyun. “i’m fine. i was fine until i woke up to your text.” his skin welcomed the heat, scent of fresh tea wafting up into his nose. “only okay if you are. if it was a bad dream, you can trust me with it. they say it’s better to let things out, even a nightmare, than bottle it in.”
the comment made nearly causes them to drop their mug, the burning from it scalds their hands, and though this would normally hurt, junghyun’s anxiety takes place of it. setting down the mug, he stirs at it nervously, body closing in on himself, an attempt to make himself smaller, more protected. he’s forgotten how direct hyeon can be, and how he won’t let things just go. part of him wants to spill his guts to the other, but anytime that he has, whether it be a family member or a friend, it’s not ended well. there wasn’t room for any lovers, though they know they’d shut them out as well. ‘ i didn’t mean to upset you, i’m truly sorry, i have very vivid dreams and sometimes . . . ’ he’s not even gotten to the pit of his problems, or fears ; while he’s this upset and already, junghyun begins to cry. silently, thankful for the darkness of the hour. ‘ sometimes they vivid enough that i can’t decipher what’s real and what’s not. ’ hands grab themselves, lacing fingers of his own that now rest in their lap. at first he tries eye contact, but it’s far too much so he look away, out into the span of the living area. ‘ i keep having this recurring nightmare, where i’m in a dark room. possible a stage? i don’t know. i can hear water dripping . . . ’ as if on cue, he hears the running of his sink. a small shudder leaves his body. ‘ there’s a small crowd, but they surround me to the point of suffocation. sometimes i’m sleeping, sometimes i just stand there and cry. most times i’m . . . dancing, ’ this part is particularly rough for him to speak out loud, but he’s gotten this far and he knows he can’t stop. it pours out of him, just as like his tears. ‘ the crowd is pleased, at first. they cheer me on. but something changes halfway through, their faces . . . slowly become almost non-human. they scream, reach out to grab me and the room gets smaller, and smaller, i can’t breathe and i don’t move, ’ junghyun’s body is shaking, so much so that it pulls him from his trance. without warning and without thinking, he runs over to hyeon and buries his face into their chest, a loud, shrieking cry fills the air between them and he can’t stop.