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                                   it’d been years since the sight of the other came without a tightening feeling in his chest, an aching reminder of everything he’d fucked up. though he’d never admit it, she still polluted his thoughts, memories flooding him with a guilt that burned worse than the shots he drowned it with. it wasn’t often, but the thoughts did come —— they were the reason he found himself checking for her in every crowd. a self defence mechanism, he likes to consider it. the thoughts were also the reason he was unable to suppress a laugh as he tumbled from the bathroom with a girl he definitely didn’t know well enough to drag into the mess awaiting him.  “ aeri, ”  just his luck. a muffled groan slips through parted lips as he motioned for his previous company to leave them, arms folding across his chest before clearing his throat.  “ just gonna stand there? bathroom’s all yours, ”  words fall more bitter than he’d intended; an old habit, but it doesn’t make him feel any better.  “ i didn’t know you were friends with ... uh, whoever’s house this is. ”   ╱  @aerifm​

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eve ╱ eveism·:

{ status: open }

call her a manic workaholic all you want, but eve will do anything to keep on ascending to her rightful throne. thus, when potential investors are on sight at a specific event, she will exercise her power just to get her hands on an invitation. however, when she arrived at the gallery, the money dissolved into proxies. everyone was irrelevant. she couldn’t believe that she wasted a fun night out with her friends over a bland jamboree. her beige dior number is too good for her to be standing alone beside a tall golden curtain. she soon noticed an approaching individual towards her. quite familiar, she thought, but having too many glasses of champagne has probably made her sight unreliable at the moment. “you better came here bearing good news,” she welcomed the other with a whine. “my night was already bad enough so don’t try to worsen it.”

                                    “ my presence isn’t good enough? ”  vain remark is accompanied by an equally as smug smile, emptying the champagne left in his class before continuing.  “ our mothers are busy gabbing: that’s the good news —— means we can get the hell out of here ... i know you’re as bored as i am, ”  words are laced with heedless intentions; the boy is well aware of the shit he’d be in if they left now. he’d been recruited as arm candy, a substitute date for his mother who’d grown ashamed to step in front of a camera alone. unfortunately for leon, that didn’t mean he could escape the hours of boredom he’d agreed to.  “ who pissed you off, huh? been away from your office too long? ”  corners of his mouth lift further with every syllable, a step forward closing the gap between the two. he's all too used to pushing her buttons, and he's gotten quite good at it.  “ c’mon, lover. ”

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ariadne ╱ arivdnes·:

she adored getting high with friends, in fact ninety five per cent of the time ––– ariadne was with a friend. it was much more fun and led to a lot more crazy happenings but this was the only place in the city she’d come to on her own to smoke. sure everybody spends time hiking over here, from la natives to tourists but nobody was aware that this was ariadne’s place to just be. whenever she was tired of all the commotion that came with her life. she knew if she told someone, they would take it as an unofficial invite to show up whenever they wanted ––– with more people too and parties would be thrown, ruining the only area outdoors that the brunette considers serene. “good, because what sane person would turn down free weed?” she asked sardonically as she passed the other her pink lighter and the new blunt that she had just finished rolling. not expecting an answer to her rhetorical question, ariadne continued, lips parted as a giggle slipped through at his reference. it was a little too cliche. “yeah, actually.” she informed him as she fell into an explanation of how this was her place. “i come here like two-three times a week. it’s kinda my area now, i guess.” turning to look at the other, eyebrow raised in confusion. “but i’m guessing from your choice of words, this isn’t the first time you’ve been here either?”

                                   “ yeah, you caught me —— i’m a sucker for clichés, ”  words laced with sarcasm are an attempt at masking just how much he craved a place to be alone. the shame of needing a place to drop the dickhead act weighed heavy on his shoulders. he’d thrusted himself into the life he lived now ; the partying, the drugs, the shallow relationships. he  ( to some extent )  had made himself who he was, so why did he have any right to feel suffocated? fingertips played idly with the lighter and blunt in his hands, lost in his own thoughts for a moment before the spark of fire pulled him back,  “ so what are you doing here? tired of being down there? ”  he lifted the blunt to his lips, lighting it before motioning a hand towards the city. eyes linger on the lights below, another hit taken before passing it back to her. silence falls between them yet again, realization of how long it’s been since he’s been without the pressure of having to play the role of leon nam, acting as if nothing mattered, cutting off every connection he had before they even formed. maybe it's the long week of galas and events finally catching up to him, but exhaustion seemed to wash over the boy without warning. gaze slowly turns back to the other, a hand lifting to comb through his hair before breaking the silence,  “ i’m not disrupting your alone time, am i? ”

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bowie ╱ strcngeluv‌ 

BOWIE : thanxxxxxxxx BOWIE : no 😡 ubut i couldnever taalk sbauot it sober BOWIE : 2scared lolz u care ? BOWIE : idk whare ia mbut thsi bathroosmfloor looksc omfy BOWIE : takinga naps brbx

LEON : man where are you LEON : ur not sleeping on a bathroom floor LEON : think of all the things it’s come into contact with. ewwww... LEON : i’ll come pick you up. get up

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kingsley ╱ kngslych‌:

KINGSLEY: i’m soooo mf fried rn.. 

KINGSLEY: idek if i’m sending this to the right person

KINGSLEY: if not.. i’m sorry

KINGSLEY: if yes. return my fucking shoes bitch. i kno u still have em

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LEON  :  not the right person but i enjoyed this anyway <3

LEON  :  can i borrow a pair too?

LEON  :  i’ll return them. this is the face of a reliable young man :)

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overzealovs·:

       naiyana lifted her eyebrows at his offer, flicking her eyes up and down his figure. “ hoodlum ? i’m disappointed you think so low of me, ” she retorts, but she flashes him a smile anyways. “ you said it yourself.. being pretty helps. you’ve got a head start. just work your assets. i’m a flirt, i use it. ” she explains, as if she’s giving some sort of TED talk on her scammer ways. “ people like to feel important, ” she pauses and places a hand on his wrist. “ touching is an important factor, as well as eye contact. flash that smile of yours ? you’re set. ” she knows someone like him doesn’t need any kind of lessons, but she wasn’t above flirting with strangers.

                                        “ what? i was just helping that poor, defenceless bartender from falling victim to that smile, ”  a shrug rolls off his shoulders, unable to keep from smirking as he reached for his glass yet again. feigned interest manages to turn into genuine focus as leon catches himself hanging on her words, curious to hear her foolproof plan. eyes flicker to the hand rested on his wrist for a moment, an eyebrow raising with a laugh,  “ so this is how you get them, huh? a couple compliments and a wrist grab? ”  he pauses, hesitating for a moment before leaning forwards, positioning himself so he’s able to maintain eye contact while his voice goes soft,  “ so, what i’m hearing is you like my smile. ”  words are laced with a conceited tone, lingering for a moment before leaning back into his seat with a smug grin.  “ anyway, which bartender do we think i can win over? let’s test your method. ”

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auspiciovs·:

      silas didn’t do brunch. he ate his meals at their designated time like his body anticipated, but the world was a fucked place. he stood here, at a fundraising brunch event at yacht club hosted by southern california’s elite. normally, he could skip these events. send his father as a proxy, let him do the schmoozing while silas balanced their books. instead, his father was in hong kong, and silas was stuck here. the tall boy hovered over the buffet of food none of his peers bothered to touch, stuffing his face with various fruits. suddenly he felt a presence next to him, lingering nearby and he felt it may be time to share. “ fuck, my bad, ” he mutters with his mouth full. side stepping toward the window, he wipes his hands on his slacks. “ dig in, this shit is so good, ”

                                   years of grooming had left leon all too familiar with such ridiculous social events for charities the organizers usually didn’t give a damn about. of course, the boy was obligated to attend by his mother’s side, maintaining whatever semblance of a happy family they had left. features generally tense at such tedious events soften for a moment as he reached the buffet, recognizing the other before even seeing his face.  “ no, no —— don’t stop for me, i was enjoying the show, ”  words are accompanied by a faint laugh, falling from lips curled into his rather infamous smirk. he reached a hand to grab a slice of fruit, popping it in his mouth before continuing,  “ you got dragged here too? today’s my lucky day. y'know, i don't think any of these old people even eat this stuff ... brunch is just their excuse for day drinking. ”

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strcngeluv·:

BOWIE : hey im s uppperrrr fuckfn durnk rn BOWIE : but i got stuff to sayy to you BOWIE: remmeber when u just gshoted me ??? BOWIE : that was sosososoosos scik BOWIE : not sick i tnhe godo way btu the other bad way u kno ??? BOWIE: ubt lol itzzzzzzz fine im fineeeeeeeee BOWIE: hopee you like thsi shistty bathromm selfiexxxxxxxx  ╱  @leonsfm

LEON : oh god. LEON : love it x LEON : you really wanna talk about this when you’re drunk? LEON : where are you LEON : are you safe

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overzealovs‌:

      leaning over the bar leaving little to the imagination, naiyana tossed her long locks over her shoulder rather seamlessly. “ honey, this drink was free last night ? what changed ?? are we on bad terms ?? was it something i said ?? “ a coy grin spreads across her features, knowing her charm gets her rather far in life. with a side glance at the night club goer next to her, she quirks an eyebrow. “ the nerve of some people. am i right ? ” it’s all in jest, she’s fully prepared to pay her tab, but she isn’t afraid to give her favorite tender a hard time.

                                    “ free drinks for being pretty? count me in, ” a grin curls onto his lips, fingertips drumming on the bar as he turned his gaze slightly in the other’s direction. hues inspect the girl for a moment before turning back to the bartender, waving them off,  “ put it on mine. i’ll take care of this hoodlum. ” following a muffled laugh, the boy reaches to grab his own drink, idly playing with the glass before turning back to her with furrowed brows,  “ trying to play scam the bartenders? how dare you ... ” his tone is clearly teasing, lifting the glass to his lips before continuing,  “ i’m a little hurt... they never give me free drinks. teach me your ways, sensei. ”

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arivdnes·:

“it’s not what you think…” the fiery brunette began as she allowed her legs to swing while perched atop of the second letter on los angeles’ famous ‘hollywood’ sign. it was a regular past time for ariadne, hiking in the hills, ending the evening admiring downtown la ––– freshly manicured thumb and forefinger lightly gripping a blunt. “i’m not gonna jump. it’s just nice up here.” she clarified with a lot less aggression than her previous statement. eyes rolled as she continued watching the other, ariadne wasn’t sure whether or not they believed her or if they were sticking around just to express judgement ––– either way the silence was beginning to cause the femme discomfort. “are you gonna come get high with me, or you just gonna stand there looking like a sim who’s just had their action cancelled?”

                                   “ you should work on that ... not very convincing,”  words come from a tone of boredom, a lazy smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he steps forward to sit down beside her. there’s a hint of bitterness between syllables, a little disappointed someone’s beat him here. all night leon had craved escape from a rather boring event his mother insisted she accompany him to. she’d insisted he was the most handsome date she could hope for —— how could he say no to such a loaded compliment? of course, once she’d found enough company to occupy her, he slipped out, leaving him the opportunity to come to the most silent place he could think of. of course, with his luck, this was the one night someone else had managed to sneak their way in without drawing any attention to themselves. “ well, if you’re sharing, i’m not gonna say no, ” gaze turns to focus on the other, inspecting the other while the silence between them returns.  “ you always get high in places straight out of a coming-of-age movie, or did i just get lucky tonight? ” 

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𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄    ╱    sungjae     .

SUNGJAE: pizza and champagne

SUNGJAE: what do u say ?

SUNGJAE: i need company ):

LEON: obviously i say yes

LEON: now? your place?

LEON: if there's pineapple on it i'm storming out. very dramatically.

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distrcteds·:

                         “ yeah, yeah, we get it. you’re broke and obsessed with spending my money. if you want a sugar daddy, just ask. ” things with leon are easy, comfortable. there’s no need to try too hard, the two of them coming off as cold and aloof to others but turning into goofballs around each other. well, maybe that part’s just me. he’d never admit it to anyone — sejoo finds it difficult to admit to himself sometimes — but, leon’s become the brother he never got to have. “ dude, shut up. for the record, i was just trying to shop and she showed up, all over me. you know how she gets. ” the two of them arrive to the bar, sejoo once more leading the way inside. “ if she’s begging for it, what am i gonna do ? say no ? ”

                                   “ sorry —— please, sejoo, be my sugar daddy. i need you ... ”  words are accompanied with a dramatic gaze, hands clutching desperately at his chest. his head shakes once more, breaking into a grin at his words; sejoo’s desperation to bury the previous scene is evident. just another unfortunate hookup for them to tipsily recall one night. entrance in sight, leon’s demeanor changes significantly, hands slipping into his pockets as features fall back to their signature emptiness.  “ it must be so hard having people just begging for you to take them in the changeroom. are there any here? should i avoid the bathroom? ”  a faint smirk tugs at corner of his mouth, eyes travelling through the crowds as he follows the other to the bar. eyes are searching, checking for any familiar faces ( a habit, knowing the two of them had their fair share of enemies ) ,  “ think she’s gonna follow us here, casanova? you know i can’t stand her friends. ”

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sms @ everyone

taeo: uhmmmm

taeo: im llost

taeo: sososossosos

taeo: oh shit i sent that to everyone

taeo: my bad

taeo: if u get this.

leon: oh god

leon: here we go.

leon: where are u

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do you live on elm street because you’re a nightmare

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𝐒𝐄𝐉𝐎𝐎   :   distrcteds·

                          “ okay, haha. even i know that guccio is a ridiculous name. nice try, moron. ” a scoff follows, his hand swatting the other man’s arm. sejoo and leon are one in the same : both handsome, wealthy men with mutual bad habits who are entirely too aware of their power. it’s why they’re best friends, and why sejoo’s willing to let him call him embarrassing without becoming angry. “ a drink ? what’s wrong, mommy cut your credit cards in half ? ” he jokes, adjusting his collar. sejoo takes the lead as the two of them begin to head out of the store and toward the nearest bar. he walks alongside leon, adjusting his sunglasses as they walk on the sidewalk. “ dude, seriously, not a word of that to anyone. she’s already obsessed with me, i don’t need everyone thinking anything she says is true. ”

                                   an eyeroll is instinctive, as always when he’s with sejoo. they’re a mess, maybe that’s why they manage to get along so well.  “ why should i waste her money when i have yours, einstein? ”  leon’s almost giggling, following the other as they luckily leave the girl behind. being with sejoo is a relief, the freedom of not having to act emotionless only comes once in a while and he’s thankful it’s come today.  “ man, i know. i’m already trying to forget it myself, ”  the boy’s tone is playful, but he’s serious. sejoo could possible be one of the only people he’d be willing to keep such a scene secret for. maybe it’s trust that he feels for the other, or some other emotion he’s desperate to deny.  “ don’t want your fanclub to hear about this? maybe next time you shouldn’t get handsy in a changeroom —— gucci or not. just trying not to let her know where you live? ”