#« nouvelis » baek kyungsoo

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A  STEADY  GAZE  FALTERS  ,  NO  —  it  flickers  across  the  bare  skin  of  kyungsoo’s  chest  .  a  smile  drawing  in  the  corner  of  his  mouth  .  how  could  he  dare  say  no  ,  after  all  ,  he  is  not  known  to  be  as   selfless  as  he  pretends  to  be  and  this  is  more  than  just  some  vague  gift  of  consort  .  without  hesitation  ,  taemin  eases  the  other  down  against  the  mattress  ,  a  hand  resting  upon  a  bare  hip  where  the  skin  beneath  his  touch  is  cool  ,  smooth  and  so  familiar  it  is  nothing  but  a  comfort  to  his  wayward  heart  .  

❛        you  could  have  borrowed  something  of  mine  —     ❜    fingertips  brush  without  hesitancy  against  skin  until  eventually  his  palm  flattens  ,  easing  the  vampire  closer  .  he  can  breathe  ,  today  they  don’t  need  to  worry  about  the  angst  of  tomorrow  ,  the  dramatics  of  yesterday  and  for  not  the  first  time  ,  the  cambion  doesn’t  feel  the  weight  of  anything  .  he  just  feels  the  way  kyungsoo’s  skin  sends  small  prickles  of   home  under  his  touch  .  ❛      but  will  you  be  upset  if ��i  tell  you  i  prefer  you  this  way   ?   ❜ @nouvelis​ ​ said  “ do you mind? i don't have anything to sleep in . “

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❛      NO  NEED  TO  BE  SO  TESTY     ❜    eyes  narrow  into  a  playful  glare  ,  one  finger  pointing  towards  kyungsoo’s  chest  as  the  mockery  seems  to  take  over  the  conversation  ,  ❛    you  make  it  sound  like  all  i’m  doing  is  whining  ,  but  that’s  not  it  at  all  !        ❜    she’s  thinking  ,  really  .  thinking  out  loud  .  the  problem  is  that  when  she  thinks  ,  her  voice  shifts  to  a  waver  ,  her  ears  turn  a  shade  of  pink  and  the  stress  sounds  in  the  tune  in  which  she  snaps  idle  fingers  ,  so  of  course  she  sounds  like  she’s  not  enjoying  herself  –  no  normal  person  would  .  

she  turns  away  from  him  ,  fingers  brushing  through  blonde  curls  so  they  sweep  down  her  back  again  .  she’s  dressed   elegantly  ,  or  rather  ,  elegant   enough  for  this  realm  but  she  feels  uncomfortable  .  humans  enjoy  the  touch  of  fabric  tight  against  their  skin  so  much  that  siofra  feels  as  if  she  is  being  wrapped  up  into  a  sushi  roll  and  one  wrong  move  will  have  her  spilling  from  the  maroon  dress  .  ❛    i’m  trying  to  though  ,  really  —  i  just  ,  someone  over  there  keeps  looking  this  way  and  it’s  honestly  making  me  feel  …  off  ,  do  you  feel  it  too   ?   ❜  @nouvelis​ said  ❝ it must be so exhausting being you, can’t you just enjoy yourself for once ? ❞ ks for siofra

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@nouvelis​ sparked: ❝ you haven’t changed. ❞ ok but said tenderly by ks when they meet again ;-;

y e a r s   a g o …

–   taeil keeps memories of two kids chasing each other, scrapped knees and bright eyes, scrawny bodies and wild mops of dark hair. those days were never perfect. sometimes, they featured fights against other kids being taught that differences were disgusting. sometimes, the orphanage adults’ patience ran thin and both kids pushed too far without intending to. the world had never been kind to them but they found each other in those same storms — learned about strength and friendship while stuck in a time when they had been born unwanted.

   before jin and his brothers came along, taeil had learned all he knew about life from sharing it with one baek kyungsoo. back then, kyungsoo had been way smaller than taeil himself. that hadn’t stopped the younger boy from trying with all his might to keep taeil safe like it was his ultimate goal. thanks to him, taeil had never felt alone. thanks to him, taeil had been able to keep his smile even in the face of split lips or aching little bodies.

   taeil fiddles with the fingers surrounding the cup of warm tea. it’s an early sunday morning and the coffee shop is still empty except for the waiters moving around preparing for the late breakfast rush. the smell of coffee brewing —the one taeil likes to smell but never drink, is fresh and rich, keeping his senses awake. it does little to ease his nerves, however.

   after almost ten years, today is the day he gets to see kyungsoo again.

   taeil is and is not ready. excitement is bubbling inside him, tingling in his fingertips, tickling his heart. but laced to it, there is anxiousness trying to seep into the cracks with insecurity and bad what-ifs. he had been trying to find kyungsoo again after he turned sixteen but no one had given him any information about where the younger boy was. he is twenty now and finally, kyungsoo’s address has been disclosed.

   waiting it is. taeil is too early for their reunion but he couldn’t help it. sleeping last night had been an impossible feat and the moment the sun came out, he was up on his feet counting down the seconds. absorbed in his thoughts like it happens when it comes to memories, he misses the bell of the entrance chiming as a customer steps in. it’s not until there’s a hand on his shoulder that he jerks awake, eyes wide and heart stopping for a moment.

   it takes him five seconds to recognize who that one is and isn’t he a giant now? taeil has to crane his neck all the way up to see him properly and when the softness of caramel hues meets his along with an arched eyebrow and an amused wide smile, he is hit with the realization that this is it. 

   ❛ oh— OH. ❜ he gets up, chair pushed to the back and almost hitting a waiter as he was nearing with their menus for the two of them. the waiter makes a little noise as he dodges the chair and taeil turns to look at him with wider eyes. ❛ oh my god, i am so sorry. ❜

   the waiter smiles at his clumsiness and leaves after leaving their menus on the table and even then, taeil doesn’t dare to face kyungsoo just yet. 

   ❛ you haven’t changed. ❜

   things are tight. his lungs. his throat. his chest. taeil turns to look at kyungsoo and the fondness he finds in that soft smile sends a jolt of something down his bloodstream. happiness, the one he tasted the first time kyungsoo took his hand and brought him out of his hiding spot, is as sweet as it was back then. 

   it’s not easier to breathe. his hands are definitely clammy still. nervousness is a tough opponent threatening to sabotage him. but it doesn’t matter.

   ❛ hi, ❜ taeil greets, this eternal boyish smile quick to bloom across his features.

   this, this is how light tastes like.

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❛    𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  ---  ❜

a  steady  hand  beckons  the  vampire  to  his  lap  ,  the  lights  dimmed  with  only  those  that  illuminate  from  the  outside  city  skyline  .  in  moments  unlike  this  he  would  hope  for  the  sake  of  the  night  sky  where  the  stars  were  the  brightest  thing  they  could  see  ,  the  moon  at  it’s  highest  point  shining  down  to  light  the  way  ---  but  that  is  not  the  case  here  in  a  city  where  everything  is  artificial  .  except  between  them  ,  there’s  that  at  least  ----  between  them  they  have  something  palpable  ,  more  real  than  even  the  feeling  of  his  arm  wrapping  around  kyungsoo’s  waist  ,  a  means  to  pull  him  closer  -  to  bask  in  the  energy  that  the  vampire  has  to  offer  .

so  many  find  them  to  have  none  ;  but  taemin  has  learned  that  not  to  be  true  .

❛      i  want  you  to  forget  about  everything  else  for  a  little  while      ❜    lips  trail  across  skin  ,  soft  kisses  growing  in  desperation  making  their  way  up  his  arm  ,  finding  a  temporary  place  upon  his  shoulder  so  that  he  can  speak  clearly  into  the  other’s  ear  ,  a  hand  rubbing  circles  along  the  small  of  his  back  ,  to  comfort  ,  intended  to  soothe  ,      ❛    just  focus  on  this  ,  on  us  -  because  i’m  not  going  to  let  anything  happen  to  you  .          ❜      it’s  a  promise  sealed  as  his  lips  press  against  the  vampire’s  throat  ,  a  maneuver  that  is  almost  ironic  in  a  way  as  they  make  their  way  upwards  to  rest  behind  his  ear  ,  another  whisper  spared  just  for  him  ,  ❛      can  you  do  that  for  me  ?   ❜

@nouvelis​​ sent  a kiss on the throat. // meme

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❛      𝐖𝐇𝐘  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘  ?    ❜

deep  brown  eyes  focus  heavily  upon  him  ,  teeth  grinding  in  a  way  that  leaves  a  steady  ache  within  the  crook  of  his  jaw  .  he’s  safe  now  ;  as  if  that  would  ever  be  a  possibility  for  the  cambion  ,  as  if  one  day  he  could  wake  up  ,  smell  the  roses  and  suddenly  everything  would  be  right  again  .  

                         no  .  no  such  luck  .

his  tongue  drags  loosely  over  the  front  of  his  teeth  as  if  attempting  to  prevent  words  from  sputtering  out  when  silence  seems  to  be  working  just  fine  .  eventually  ,  he  caves  .  what  forms  upon  taemin’s  features  some  may  mistake  for  a  sneer  ,  but  in  reality  ?  nothing  more  than  a  simplistic  smile  .  ❛        i  keep  telling  you  that  you  don’t  need  to  worry  about  me  ---  they’ll  come    ,  just  like  you  know  now  ---  they  always  have  ,  but  i’m  too  stubborn  to  just  let  a  little  thing  called  destiny  tell  me  what  to  do  ,  right  ?   ❜

@nouvelis​ said “ I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.”

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❛       𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓            ❜

but  it  doesn’t  matter  ---  not  now  anyway  .  there  are  more  important  things  to  deal  with  ,  and  he  can  feel  the  power  of  his  demonic  energy  slowly  stitching  injuries  back  together  ,  the  sensation  of  skin  forming  back  into  place  something  familiar  to  him  ,  something  normal  .  no  scar  will  be  left  in  it’s  wake  ,  and  that  is  precisely  the  way  he  would  rather  keep  it  .    he  leans  forward  ,  a  hand  pressing  upon  kyungsoo’s  shoulder  in  order  to  maintain  some  kind  of  balance  in  the  moment  before  he  lets  out  a  heavy  sigh  .  ❛      i’ll  be  fine  though  ,  takes  a  lot  more  than  a  rod  through  the  chest  to  take  me  out  ,  you  should  know  that  by  now  ,  right  ?      ❜

@nouvelis​ said ❝  have your wounds even had time to heal?  ❞   for the boyfriends

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❛    𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆      ❜

an  expression  daunted  in  civility  ,  his  gaze  finds  solace  in  the  ground  beneath  his  feet  ---  he  watches  them  shuffle  ,  heel  tapping  opposing  toe  in  thought  as  a  light  breath  escapes  from  lungs  that  have  been  collapsed  one  too  many  times  for  any  human  to  bear  .  this  is  his  legacy  ,  to  maintain  such  nomadic  tendencies  and  move  forth  and  what  he  leaves  behind  is  nothing  more  than  an  unrecognizable  face  pinned  to  the  memories  of  those  remaining  in  his  wake  and  at  times  ,  during  the  darker  hours  of  his  solitude  ,  the  destruction  .  

this  time  is  only  somewhat  different  ,  he’d  begged  to  disappear  in  peace  ,  to  allow  his  soul  to  travel  someplace  else  where  the  world  wouldn’t  recognize  his  face  and  the  sun  touched  by  the  angels  that  hunt  him  remain  blind  to  where  the  cambion  hides  .  it’s  a  dangerous  game  ,  one  fraught  with  the  lingering  memories  of  everything  at  his  back  .  still  ,  it’s  the  only  thing  he  knows  ,  all  that  he  understands  and  it  has  been  this  way  for  nearly    one  thousand  years  .  

finally  ,  after  a  moment’s  pause  after  such  a  great  revelation  ,  his  gaze  draws  upwards  ,  dark  eyes  maintaining  a  steady  expression  almost  too  casual  for  someone  in  his  position  .  to  leave  once  again  would  mean  to  carry  on  a  path  set  for  him  maybe  ,  but  to  stay  could  bring  horrible  things  .  he’d  only  wanted  to  feel  some  semblance  of  home  and  those  that  lay  their  head  at  night  in  a  place  such  as  this  one  don’t  deserve  the  wrath  that  will  come  down  in  return  .  ❛      you  know  ..      ❜  there’s  yet  another  pause  before  he  continues  ,  as  if  he  understands  well  the  gravity  of  what  he’s  about  to  say  and  offers  the  other  an  opportunity  to  interrupt  him  ,  but  manages  to  add  on  a  simple  statement  ,  ❛    there’s  no  harm  in  you  coming  with  me        ❜

@nouvelis​​ said  “even if you leave , i’m still here.” for kyungsoo’s vampire verse // kpop lyric sentence prompts

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊  ,  and  perhaps  the  cambion  still  feels  like  --  like  the  taled  scarab  beetles  crawling  beneath  the  skin  to  make  a  home  within  a  new  host  ,  ripping  apart  the  muscle  while  he  just  stands  there  a  moment  ,  expressionless  .  ❛      terrifying  ,  strange  ,  beautiful  ---      ❜    his  head  tilts  somewhat  away  from  the  other  ,  though  not  in  avoidance  ,  simply  as  if  his  thoughts  are  merely  too  contained  to  risk  being  shared  to  the  open  ,  ❛      i’ve  known  many  to  say  the  same  thing  about  the  forest  at  night  ,  the  waves  crashing  to  the  ocean  during  a  storm  .        ❜

therein  lies  the  question  ,  what  does  kyungsoo  view  him  as  ,  the  wave  in  this  scenario  ?  or  the  storm  ?  he’s  almost  not  sure  he  would  want  the  answer  . 

❛      i  suppose  it’s  best  that  i  don’t  care  too  much  about  what  others  think  of  me  .  i  know  who  i  am  ,  what  i  am  ,  you  on  the  other  hand  ---        ❜    he  pauses  then  ,  now  looking  back  towards  the  vampire  with  the  faintest  expression  of  curiosity  upon  his  features  ,  ❛      have  you  decided  that  you  don’t  know  how  to  love  me  ?      ❜

@nouvelis​ said ❛ you are terrifying and strange and beautiful. something not everyone knows how to love. ❜

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𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘  ,  an  art  form  his  lover  is  attuned  for  ,  his  own  appreciation  for  it  well  known  but  it  pales  in  comparison  to  kyungsoo’s  .  it  had  begun  as  something  as  a  small  promise  ,  a  few  days  before  christmas  ,  of  a  trip  somewhere  undisclosed  ,  and  while  time  may  be  meaningless  to  them  now  --  there  had  been  preparation  to  be  done  .  

❛    just  ���  trust  me  ,  it  looks  uninviting  on  the  outside  but  ….  i  promise  ,  it’s  more  than  that        ❜  a  smile  that  is  soft  follows  the  grip  of  the  vampire’s  hand  as  they  stand  before  an  old  building  ,  on  the  outside  it  was  boarded  up  ,  seeming  condemned  and  tucked  away  in  the  heart  of  an  old  french  city  that  had  seen  better  days  years  ,  perhaps  centuries  prior  as  he  brings  kyungsoo  through  the  rickety  door  and  with  the  flick  of  the  light  switch  ,  the  delayed  lights  begin  to  show  where  taemin  has  spent  his  days  while  his  other  half  was  asleep  ,  waking  up  only  to  wonder  why  the  cambion  would  return  smelling  like  sunlight  and  freshly  carved  wood  .  

but  he  stands  true  to  his  words  ,  he  hopes  ,  though  the  entrance  isn’t  much  to  admire  ,  still  work  needing  to  be  done  ,  a  world  that  still  carried  the  spirits  of  patrons  past  ,  it’s  not  until  he  guides  him  through  the  double  doors  that  the  true  work  had  shown  .  a  stage  ,  reimagined  yet  still  holding  the  classical  flair  of  old  architecture  with  a  deep  red  curtain  to  protect  it  on  both  sides  .  his  secret  project  ,  the  one  thing  he  knows  that  kyungsoo  misses  more  than  anything  in  the  world  --  a  stage  for  those  to  watch  his  talents  soar  .  ❛      like  i  said  ,  i  know  it  doesn’t  look  like  much  right  now  ,  but  the  stage  has  been  completely  redone  ,  and  i  was  sure  to  maintain  the  original  design  ,  i  don’t  know  ,  i  figured  you  may  ..  appreciate  that          ❜  

there  are  nerves  beginning  to  sound  in  his  tone  ,  as  if  the  confidence  the  cambion  often  bestows  manages  to  stumble  in  this  moment  as  he  watches  the  other  in  an  attempt  to  figure  out  how  he  feels  about  such  a  gift  .    ❛        but  there’s  something  else  too  ---   ❜    at  his  side  there  is  a  small  table  ,  a  box  perfectly  wrapped  upon  it  in  simple  solid  colored  paper  that  he  points  to  ,        inside  is  a  music    box  ,  dated  back  to  the  seventeenth  century  carved  by  a  popular  french  woodworker  of  his  time  ,  and  yes  ,  taemin  tested  it  ,  ensured  that  all  the  parts  were  still  in  working  order  and  realized  this  would  go  well  with  the  theme  of  the  stage      ❛    open  it  ,  please      ❜ @nouvelis​ sent  🎁 for kyungsoo!