kjiwn​:

“It’s not?” the rapper replies as he scratches the back of his neck. “I’m not good with that department, and well.. I’m someone that shows me “love and appreciation” through a lil bit’a bullyin’, ya feel?” Bobby cleared his throat as he let of a soft shrug of his shoulders. “I guess someone needsa’ train me before I hurt someone, hah.”

“you do realized that it’s not your job but MINE to be a brat, right?” a defeated sigh was released out, rolling his eyes a little for a good measure. nevermind the fact that the elder is older, victor decided to keep his mouth shut even though he would’ve protested even more at the abuse that has just happened before. “do you know what you truly need? someone to disciplined the shit out of you? or perhaps, self control?”

93ilk:

            “Bro-date, just you me and some nachos.”

“but why aren’t we on a proper date?” the male pulled a sad expression, elbow nudging the female’s side with his fingers lifting the nachos off the plate. 

svjevng​:

           ❝ Fuckboy, ❞ she said with a small shake of her head, unsure of why the word struck such a chord to her. She lifted one pale finger to caress the pane and feel the cold of the rain through the thick window glass of the Cafe she was sitting at with her friend. ❝ But seriously– ❞ Her expression changed into a bright, amused smile as she listened to his words. She kept silent for a moment and turned her body around, her hazel eyes roaming over her face before she spoke again. ❝ You don’t believe in love? Is everything only about sex for you?. ❞ She raised a brow, a small grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

the boy immediately snorted at the comment that directed almost too truthfully towards him, fingertips swirling on the ice that hasn’t been fully melted against his glass filled with lemon ice tea. some what of a way to express his boredom within the confinement of the store. he must’ve been crazy, drinking ice tea in the middle of a rainfall that clearly does not know when to stop. with a sip of the sweet tea that roams around his tastebud, he finally agape his mouth opened, just to answer the female’s curiosity. “i just haven’t found the one who made me believe in love.” he hums, eyes averting away from the figure. “i don’t understand why so many people make such a big deal out of that word.” 

nxyns​:

   SHE KNEW the male had some sense of competition in him, and she wanted help show him he could take something serious while at the same time having some fun to it. He may have had some amazing skills in lots of aspects, yet she wanted for him for him to see the other side of things. That not everything needed to be so based on winning.

   “I’m guessing you’ve never played Hungry Hippos before, huh?” She always took him for a guy who focused on intellectual things, which is why she thought this game would be perfect to try. Skimming through the instructions she read the keywords allowed, basic facts being all either of them needed to know. “Press the button to open the hippos mouth, and the person with the most balls in the end wins.”

the male blankly stared at the childish game in front of them. god, what was he even doing here, when he could’ve checked the stock market right now — nevertheless so, he took a seat in the opposition of her’s, legs crossed with his fingers intertwined against his lap, quirking a brow at the female with much curiosity within him. 

“what is this?” he cackles out. victor never really played such toy for a long time now. asking him to revisiting it is quite.. weird, in a way. he’s a grown man, for god’s sake, and she’s asking him to make this hippo eat balls— (that sounds totally out of context, and victor might’ve just cackled a bit.) quite a logic, really. “fine, only because you’re cute, and i like cute girls. i’ll comply only this once.”

no-zomi:

             He’d got that before. The same reaction. The same amusement and ridiculous laughter in response. After all, how often one introduces themselves as mr Insane out of the blue on the first meeting. Definitely not a common thing to witness or hear. Jay simply finds it amusing to watch people getting confused or sometimes dumbfounded and eventually scared, the more they find out. Of course, it’s never much as he is the secretive type, a solitary soul with a strong sense of privacy. Even revealing a fact or two about himself ended up being taken as a weird joke, not something serious which was Jay’s advantage. People tended to misunderstand him, however Jay himself didn’t give much easy and comprehensible information, neither. Nevertheless, the ones who dared to push his limits and step too close, were usually confronted with danger, furthermore turning into something much more darker and terrible than they’ve ever thought. Their mistake, Jay kept on saying. Was he scared of death? No. Sometimes, he thinks he secretly craves for it, for a brush of inevitable danger that would lead him to the very end with no weight of heavy memories on his shoulders, just nothing, even an endless hell would be much more inviting than this life. No… it’s not even life.  It’s more of a sick survival, endless attempts to fit the crowd, a truth so despising that it leaves Jay with bitter thoughts about the future. The influence of his past is surely an essential fact in here. Just a brief flashback of her face, the tight grip around his wrists and ankles and then a sting of pain along with a pool of blood are enough to bring a frown to porcelain features. It’s almost funny now.

   But it wasn’t funny back then.
       Not when he was left with the same constant feeling in his chest. 
           …and the same words echoing the tight walls of the isolation room
        filled with bitterness and his own screams turning into a piercing,
         dangerous silence within hours. He’d never screamed ever again.

    He’s dangerous.

A familiar song echoes the club, bringing him back to Earth from his thoughtful struggle. His stare again finds the opposite eyes. He tilts his head to the side. “Insane you’re saying?” There’s a half-smile on the elder’s lips and his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth as he finally takes a sip, humming softly. The words slipping past his lips this time are much more silent, almost an audible murmur under his breath. Amused, he is at this very moment upon receiving this kind of a response. “Mm, we’ll see about that then.” 

They’ve merely shared few essential facts about each other. It’s been barely their first meeting and surprisingly, Jay wasn’t tempted to sneak away, neither to slap the younger in the face, yet. How foreign, this feeling of odd comfort in the male’s company. “Was it meant to offend me? I like my name, honestly. Not only my name will make you remember me, however. But this is for you to find out very soon, probably.” There’s a sly smirk ghosting over full flesh of lips, the glint of mystery flickering in brown hues with fingers tracing the side of the glass. He remains silent for a moment, still even, not even bothering to take a sip on his refilled drink, simply staring ahead with the low beat filling his ear. Ah, he feels it again. The urge to sneak in between the bodies rolling to the music and lose himself for a short moment. “This song reminds me of home. I used to dance in a fun crew in China…” He twists a glass in hand. “…though in the end, every kid chose a different path. What’s yours? What brings you here? The lack of a chick in bed? Plain boredom or desperation, hm?”

insane. the word itself is quite sensitive, quite taboo for the society to comprehend. a news of insane patient successfully escaped the asylum, and normal humans would freak out, begging for the police to catch them without a care with the fact that they are also just as humane as them. bone flesh and blood just as equal as them. but the scariest thing is, they don’t seemed to be aware of people of their surroundings. there are many people out there who seemed innocent enough, yet live streaming snuff films online. willing to pay just for the poor girl to get her eyes gouged out, legs cut in half and her stale dried blood against her rosy cheeks drives such sick pleasure to their spine. no, victor doesn’t fit into this category, but it’s all the same. it’s all the fucking same with every fucking moves he took in the path of his life, his thoughts in sync with his seven pretty sins, because he isn’t a good person, nor is his brain suitable for the public to see. maybe victor was quite naive in his own way, but he seemed to be convinced that this fellow over here — is speaking the truth. because who the fuck jokes about insanity nor admits it out loud unless they’re one. lies aren’t really ideal in victor’s world, nor that he believes that it would be ideal in anybody’s world because he usually detects lies better than anyone. but, even so, victor brushed the topic off, letting his fingers grasp tight on his small shot glass stained salt, downing it with a slice of lemon immediately following suit. they had been silent for some minutes now, sitting there with thoughts roaming wildly in their own head, not that victor wants to know or anything, but indeed that the word must’ve did some effects on the other male, so he spin his chair to face the male, tilting his head slightly at the other male’s low chuckles. 

 "why, don’t believe me?“ the boy shrugged, before going back to wear that smug grin that seems too fucking identical to jay’s, fingers tapping mindlessly tapping against the counter, and thank god that they were in an area where the music isn’t that loud and victor could hear the male almost clearly, well, at least he tried. gesturing the bartender back to their spot again (god, he had worked the bartender really to his content) to refill this goddamn drink and he could go home pissed drunk as usual. 

 the sudden comment made victor perked up in surprise, eyes widened before going back to normal. his head pounded in thought, even though it’s clouded with heavy dosage of alcohol, and the exact three seconds later that he gave up. "do you always speak in codes like this?” he muses out, face contorting into the ones that filled with confusion whenever his mind has always been messed with. “your name holds some secrets or something, hmn? how interesting, can you please tell me how soon is soon?” he raises his brows, figure leaned back at his chair with his hands hastily twirls against the liquor that once again has been served in front. he only listened to the male’s comment in silence, as the music constantly made it’s way through his eardrum. the song wasn’t that familiar to victor’s, maybe because he’s really not into this kind of shit. preferring to sit on the sideline whenever music is turn on, is it a little creepy that he usually does people watch in the club? “that’s true, we all usually walked our own ways at the end. nobody you knew originally would ended up with you in your final road. how devastating, but it’s all truth. why am i here? you could say that i’m bored, my mates are all gone somewhere, and i have nothing better to do, so i came here and did some people watching — pretty successful though, i’ve watched you throughout, and get you to talk to me.”

ohgeek​:

“How the hell does one lose his pants?” It was barely a mumble, but probably still audible to the other male, who appeared to be completely trashed. Going through the the things skatered around the room, he tried his best to find said pants - the search ending unsuccessfully. “I have no idea where your damn pants are, what did you even take then off for? Or wait… Don’t tell me, on second thought I really don’t want to know. I’m already disturbed enough as it is.” It had been a wild night no doubt; sleeping people still in every possible corner as they tried to sleep the booze off. However, most of them were still fully clothed - except for this one. Just his luck, it seemed.

an amused laughter once again escaped out from victor’s untamed lips. if it wasn’t for the fact that he needs to get the fuck out of here, he would already collapsed in someone’s bedroom, blanket covering the lower area of him and some other girl that he had planned to spend the night with — but no, out of all the time in this life, his father is home with a visitor that is too eager to see hex’s son. “forget about my pants, let’s just take them off that guy over there.” he merely pointed out to some drunkard with a decent pair of jeans on. footstep a little light as it makes its way towards the male, hovering over the poor guy just so he could unbutton the goddamn garment and tug it off.

hwangsia​:

“I see, looks like a beautiful appearance isn’t enough to catch this young man’s heart, is it?” Sophie giggled, strengthening the grip on her dog’s leash slightly as she tried to keep the hasty animal by her side. The female had been walking King as she spotted an unfamiliar girl talking to Victor on the busy streets, and being the curious person she was she wondered who exactly she was. Hence why she had approached him immediately after the girl left, asking him the question if the girl was his girlfriend. And that’s where she was standing now, in front of him whild nodding her head at his answer. “I’m glad to hear that though, many people seem to forget that the character counts much more than what we can see… She really was pretty though, has a nice ass.”

“there are many more things to consider than the beauty of this world. i mean, i’m quite PICKY, so.” a short laugh spills away from victor’s lips, letting the conversation naturally cut short because, who in their right mind would spill their sinning confession to anybody other than God himself? even though victor doesn’t do that, preferring to carry all these sickening thoughts to himself. what is there to even consider, anyways? the fact that she’s a BEAUTY — that’s one of them, but let’s say her personality? would she be willing to suck his goddamn dick despite her body has already been overworked? maybe a little bit of her intelligence? would she act DUMB enough not to know that there are unfamiliar perfume stick within victor’s collars? “indeed, many people usually y’know, only care about appearance, but i don’t.” a smile, almost mockingly yet innocent graced victor’s lips, his lines of sight following the said girl that seemed to be already furthering away. “yeah, her ass is quite soft alright.”

srxdrum:

[ † 💀 † ] – Victor was a shithead. Everyone could tell immediately from miles away, that the kid was an egoist, and believed himself to be above everyone else. And yet, like a moth to a flame, Yoongi was drawn to him. At first, it was merely based on the fact that he had one of the most handsome faces he had ever seen. But it didn’t take very long for a seeminglypredatory sense to develop within him. Behind every snarky comment, the writer felt a string being tugged (submit – submit to me), and he longed for nothing more than to bring the younger to his knees. His blood positively thrummed and he yearned, oh how he yearned to etch his name into the small of the boy’s back, and tame his wild tongue. And then, they crashed into one another. Both males believed themselves to be victorious, in their own way, but Yoongi knew he had been able to tap into Victor like no one else had before him. Which was all he needed. And now, when they spent time together, it felt calmer, the tension not so cutthroat dry anymore. They still bickered, yet there was a sort of affection tied to their venomous words, though neither would ever admit to this. “Speed dial? Does anyone even use speed dial anymore? And you know I’ve played my cards right, why even bother pretending I haven’t – unless you want a reminder?” Instantly, his eyes grew dark, a knowing expression taking over his features.

can we please just talk about how shitty yoongi is? every steps that victor took forward to the older male, the route is even more dirtier, filthier than how he would’ve imagined from the get go. at first, it started off as pure fascination, because yoongi — just like everybody else — gave into victor’s card. nobody ever refused such temptation that he has to offer. none ever had say no, only gave their body for victor to devour on, and he was satisfied with just that, just the adrenaline rushing through his veins, excitement filled to the brim; yoongi does the same, yet this little piece of shit managed to put him in his place. a simple kiss on the lips yet a hard smack on his back. and in all honesty, it could’ve been much worse with all that shit talking they spat against each other, but right now, he’s very much content with himself talking too fucking much, and yoongi willing to shut him up — it’s not going to happen soon though, with a snort made it’s way hitching up victor’s nostrils at the expectant response from the older male, victor’s mouth unscrewed, expressionless with his fingers wiggling side to side, tongue clicking in disapproval at the older male. “you’re supposed to be a fucking grandpa who knows no shit about speed dials — but fine, that was a tad lame.” the boy leaned back into the leathered sofa, fingers running through the strands of his hair. “lying distastes me, so i’m just going ahead and say that yes, you are doing it so right, now shut up about it, i don’t need your fucking reminder.” with a exasperated sigh, victor’s arms crossed tight, averting his gaze elsewhere but the older male’s smugness.

nvklai:

Feeling the other males arm go around his neck, Nikolai used all of his strength to get out of the hold and began to laugh once doing so. “You can’t kill me, you need me!” Shaking his head some, Nikolai couldn’t help but laugh and bawl his hand up into a fist, punching the male in the arm for payback. “Yo, watch your language too.” By then he had already stood up and headed straight to the door, slipping on his sneakers. “Come on Виктор!” He yelled the males name in Russian, and quickly ran out the door when he saw him coming after him.

god, this lil’ dude really tires him out with how energetic he is sometimes, but even if victor complains a lot, it doesn’t really matter to him, because being with nikolai is one of the ways to escape his stupid glorious life, a way to halt time into it’s place and let his mind instead frowns at every fucking russian words that nikolai surely spoke out just to indirectly swear at him. “wanna know the truth, nikolai?” he pants, as his leg finally catches up with the boy from the outside hallway, fingers running through his thick nest of hair. “your accents are too fucking fancy, i’m envious.”