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[ichoriism]

   “ when I watch the world burn, all I think about is you. ”

   it is not what Noah expected to listen coming from Seojung’s pretty, pretty mouth. the vampire is not lying. red rims the edges of his eyes, tracks of blood fresh and drying on the curve of his cheekbones. people take a look at Seojung and they see a monster but Noah can only see an angel—one paying for the sins of the hero who got himself corrupted by greed and violence. the world has turned dark under Noah’s fist and Seojung’s guilt.

   it’s harder to suppress the thirst for blood. it doesn’t take much to push his buttons these days. there’s some consolation over the fact Noah can still smell the end as it’s approaching, still has this instinct of survival ingrained deep inside. Leah would say he’s not too far gone yet but what did she know when she refused him and chose to die? Noah bends all the rules, a vindictive, sharp smile cutting plush lips. ❛ when will I be a monster enough for you to just run away? ❜ he questions, knuckles knocking on the piece of glass keeping them apart. 

   ❛ or perhaps, you have made your choice already, ❜ Noah looks up. he hasn’t aged much since the first time they crossed paths but the chocolate in doe eyes is rarely clear anymore. ❛ do you remember when our positions were inverted some decades ago? ❜ nostalgia touches his smile. ❛ I had that same blade you have in your hand when you took your first soul. I stood there like you are doing right now, wondering why I even thought it could be a decision to end you. ❜ the taller drops his gaze to the floor. ❛ I have been dreaming of your death, Seojunggie, ❜ that heart that sometimes feels like steel, stutters before it shrinks. ❛ you know what that means, don’t you? ❜ there’s more seconds of silence. ❛ you have made your choice, too. ❜ 

   it doesn’t take much time to stand right before Seojung, a hand cupping the smooth coldness of his nape. he misses what used to be here, an accelerated heartbeat, a flush, crimson over high cheekbones, the softness of a lover’s mouth. now all that exists is regret and hurt and grief. Seojung’s soft gaze is tainted with the misery and heartbreak that has been seeping in between during all this time. so this time… this time things will change. ❛ you hate to see the world burn, you hate I am the one who does it. So end it, you can do it. ❜  

@nouvelis​ feat. SEOJUNG 

[ichoriism]

 @nouvelis​ challenged: “ It’s not like I care, you know. ” the au after the ~ tabloid ~ is out

noah has stepped in, door closing behind him as he tilts his head. dark glasses keep his gaze hidden from the author’s sight and it’s good because it wouldn’t be any good if seojung saw him crumbling so fast at the adorable sight before him. the singer allows himself a moment as he leans against the door to let this exact scene wash over him: seojung’s grumpy face, the annoyance etched to the furrowed brow, a pretty and masculine figure clad in noah’s favorite autumn sweater, lips red and kissable as they look every morning. 

   the pounding in his head is worth it —even the ache in the foot he stuck so seojung was not able to close the door to him after being fooled is worth it. noah is glad he took the decision to come here as soon as he saw the news his manager sent his way. a stupid and misplaced photo at the wrong time and angle had its advantages, who would have known? he crowds seojung’s space in less than a few seconds, the fabric of his jacket rustling as he takes off his glasses to stare down at the smaller man.

   ❛ i find that difficult to believe, ❜ he murmurs, voice low as he points out the obvious. round eyes flick down to seojung’s chest and then back to his face. ❛ you’ve missed me, ❜ it’s not a question, cannot be with the way lips curl into a knowing smirk. ❛ and you care, you care so much you look so pretty jealous like this. ❜

[ichoriism]

   ❛ please don’t be in love with someone else. ❜

   Fury lashes through. It’s acrid, lava scorching his heart, blisters awakening over every single thought of his intentions of staying away. Seojung’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears and the haze of far too much liquor. He sways dangerously and takes a step forward and he should fall, he should be on his knees, but Noah is already there keeping him upright with both hands over his shoulders and anger boiling inside his bloodstream.

   ❛ Why do you always have to get drunk to be honest? ❜ he asks, lips pursing, sight blurring. 

   But Seojung keeps looking at him as if—as if Noah held all stars and the answers to every single puzzle in the universe, as if he could finally say he—Noah shakes his head and puts some distance between them. ❛ Don’t say anything, I shouldn’t have asked. Get some sleep, will you? And stop calling me drunk. ❜ because we are over, because I never fit in your vision of a life, because I will always be your dirty little secret and I— ❛ I mean that, Seojung. I will not be the other person. ❜

@nouvelis inspired for noah & sj

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis challenged: 

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜ from vampire sj 🤧

    —

   Noah meets Seojung’s gaze on the mirror. It’s funny, that if there is no silver behind a reflection, Seojung can allow himself to be as vain as ever—a high nose, a sharp gaze, fingers attentive to every detail. not right now though. not when Noah is settled behind him, both hands on a slender waist, fingers rubbing the space above his pelvis, right where he knows that it stirs the heat in his loins. lips place a kiss on a bare shoulder, suckle a mark on the creek. Seojung’s lips are red and bruised with their kissing. his hair is tousled and pupils are blown for the vision of what’s to come.

   Noah wants to do so much to him the idea is almost enough to make his mind reel. it’s the vampire’s cool skin what serves as a reminder of what is no longer sweet.

   perhaps, it’s not wise to listen to those things he wishes he could have. it’s quite fitting though, that Seojung falls into all three categories of that coarse game boys loved to play—kill, fuck, marry. Noah steps forward, allows the interested lower part of himself to remain snuggled between the younger’s asscheeks as teeth graze the line of his shoulder. lustful tension permeates what little space remains separating them and these tiny voices slipping in the chinks created by his doubts get lost in the doorless maze pleasure creates. ❛ That is the point, ❜ Noah murmurs, low voice soft as fingers travel further down, fingertips pressing into the spots close to where he is needed.

   a featherlike touch trails down the curve of Seojung’s side until it stops above his hip. fingers splay above his ass and Noah keeps watching him through the mirror. even if a part of him longs for the flush that would follow his actions, this is another sight to enjoy regardless of what’s missing. he closes his eyes and tilts his head. the tip of his nose brushes the coolness of a long neck. ❛ seojunggie, ❜ he calls behind the younger’s ear, an evil smile dancing in the corners of his lips. ❛ you could never hurt me enough to leave you. ❜  

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis​ challenged: 

❣️    ( Send ❣️ to catch my muse under a Mistletoe! )

   Seojung looks up, a question etched to handsome features as he brings his book down until it rests closed over his lap. Like an overgrown puppy, Noah’s doe eyes are open with enthusiasm reflected in chocolate hues as a wide smile dances across his lips. ❛ come on, humor me, let’s get the place ready for Christmas. I know you have things to do on that day, it’s also kind of busy for me and my job, so we can make the most of this weekend. you said you were free, didn’t you? ❜ 

   perhaps it is too much to ask Seojung to indulge him on this. it would look as such if Noah were to confess why it’s so important for him they share this—that he wants to associate more good things of his life with the heir; that he’s growing so attached it’s unthinkable to not carry on with the fantasies that permeate him as he daydreams of impossibilities. Seojung seems to be thinking it through and Noah wastes no time bringing him into his arms, little kisses being peppered all over his cheeks and the tip of his nose. ❛ please, please, please? I’ll even make eggnog, and I have to tell you it’s a total killer— ❜ and it is, but not in the way most people want, but Seojung doesn’t have to know that.

   hours later, with lots of boxes with Christmas ornaments scattered around the living room and a natural pine tree almost tall enough to reach the roof, Noah is fighting the evilness of the fairy lights they —Seojung— bought. Seojung is smiling all through it even as Noah whines and tells him to not be useless when the young heir takes a seat and watches him struggle to place the ornaments at the top. it is what he pictured though. Seojung, clad in one of those fancy and cozy turtle-neck sweaters, eyes becoming half moons as he laughs. Fondness touching his features as Noah tells him about the winters Leah and he spent abroad with the paternal side of their family in the US. 

   Seojung has a flush high on his cheeks and nape as he giggles at one of Noah’s lame jokes. Noah did go through the preparation of the eggnog and it’s indeed a killer, far too much bourbon and sweetness making anyone’s alcohol tolerance be decimated. Noah hums ‘ Last Christmas ’ as he finishes adding the last few ornaments on the minimalist fireplace. That’s how Seojung finds him when he corners him against it, glass left over the top and eyes hooded.  

   ❛ there’s one Christmas tradition I know, ❜ the heir half-slurs, a cheeky smile flashing through. He hangs a decorated mistletoe over their heads, chest pressing against Noah’s. 

   the older man cannot help but chuckle, embarrassment clouding his senses for a moment as he blinks. ❛ When did you even get this? ❜ he asks, trying to ignore the way his heart beats, loud and way too fast for him to catch up. Whatever Seojung may have to tell him, it never reaches his ears. Instead, he finds soft lips molding almost perfectly against his. Seojung grumbles his displeasure and Noah half-smiles between their lips, head tilting enough for the angle to be what he's looking for. Fingers find their way in the circumference of his wrists and goosebumps awake as their mouths glide together. Shock is muffled as the silk of Seojung's mouth reaches him, the sweetness of eggnog exploding in his mouth.

   Seojung is kissing him and nothing can stop what he’s started. The language sweetness takes is that of desperation and want, all of it melting Noah down. He mewls as hips roll against his and while Seojung's hands knead his side, tug at his shirt in an attempt to get rid of it, Noah cannot resist fisting a handful of soft jet-black strands as he lets his longing spiral out of control. ❛ Bedroom, ❜ he manages to whisper, breath agitated, voice soft. 

   the wickedness in Seojung’s expression though makes him crumble.

[ichoriism]

@fadinglights inspired [ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall and begins to kiss them. / noah n sj

   Seojung had looked incredible tonight. It started as a playful banter with Seojung’s constance at batting away any of Noah’s attempts to flirt while concealing a smile. Hidden in the anonymity of low lights and chatter around, Noah moved closer until his thigh pressed against the younger’s and he leaned in to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, plush lips brushing against the sensitivity he knew to be there. ‘ How am I so lucky to know how you taste like? ’ ‘ Do I make you feel alive? ’ ‘ You are so endearing and I want to mess you up. ’ 

   sensual touches had been accompanied by the heavy implications of dilated pupils. Noah placed all his attention on brushing hands and the pads of his fingers across the less obvious spots that he knew that got Seojung reeling in the sheets—it’s a reminder that Noah had become adept at reading him, that deciphering the ways that made him unravel was a teasured knowledge he planned on exploiting for as long as he could. 

   the warnings ringing in his ears went unheard. Playful, teasing little kisses were almost placed on a defined jawline and he knew what was coming—that Seojung's impatience would explode along with a quiet warning against doing this again. Noah knew what he’d do too, had the tip of his tongue savoring the shameless smile that would bloom as he called the younger a liar and dared him to shut him up. It would take place behind closed doors, once Seojung was sure that no witnesses were around to say more than they should—

   but they hadn’t made it to the room. Seojung pinned him against the wall, his presence powerful and stealing all oxygen from Noah’s lungs. Any attempts at regaining a leverage were swept aside with a skillful tongue and strong hands holding onto him. The more Noah tried to gain any control back, the more Seojung asserted dominance until he submitted. 

   ❛ only needed so little to get you all worked up, ❜ he teased because it was safe, taunting Seojung here always led to good results and he would be damned if he was the only one who lost sense of time and setting this time around. ❛ melt on my tongue, will you? ❜ 

[ichoriism]

sᴏғᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ғᴏʀ sᴍᴜᴛ & ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ  ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs - accepting !!

 @nouvelis​​ inspired: [ HOLD ] sender holding receiver close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you.”

   It’s not the first time they do this. Seojung needs to feed and Noah will always do anything he can to keep him sated. Love and responsibility may mix with guilt, but his decision won’t waver. Seojung’s body thrums with the pent-up energy of a predator as he stares at the older. Red surrounds the brown hue of his irises and while a part of him thinks about fighting—that part born to eradicate those like his lover, a major part of him shivers for different reasons. 

   The vampire leans forward and stops just a tiny bit from Noah’s quivering lips. They kiss, Noah’s head tilting to the side and hands leaning on the younger's shoulders as he is pulled up until he’s sitting on his lap, lips moving in perfect synchrony. They separate enough for Noah to look into his beloved’s eyes. He takes the other’s hand and settles it against his heart, allowing him to feel and not just hear the rush inside, how every note of his heartbeat is accentuated by consent and love. ❛ Do it, ❜ he coaxes, big eyes soft with affection.

   Seojung noses his jaw and Noah cocks his head further to the side until his jugular is visible under the reduced light of their apartment for the next few weeks. The younger kisses the area, the silkiness of his tongue making lust flourish like a beautiful flower under the rays of the moon. Noah wonders briefly what is exactly what Seojung can sense, if pupils dilate at the sheer knowledge of blood rushing near or if his hunger is amplified by what they have. His brain short-circuits as Seojung taunts the area with a wet kiss, teases him with a smile pressing against the sensitive skin of his neck. Noah makes a small sound of protest as he grinds down into Seojung's lap, creating the friction to regather the interest of their throbbing needs.

   Noah allows himself a victory chuckle as Seojung lets out this little whine. That win is short-lived because when hands settle on his ass to push him towards Seojung’s abdomen, Noah loses all ability to think. He trembles, lust lashing through his system like lightning. He doesn’t get to breathe before Seojung’s fangs sink into neck, piercing skin and muscle so switfly even the initial pain borders the edges of pleasure.

   The slayer moans, unabashed, as eyelids fall closed. That connection he feels towards Seojung magnifies. He hears him, feels him surrounding him, body and mind. Noah doesn’t realize the undulations of his hips regain fervor as Seojung sucks, Adam's apple bobbling down with each gulp. It should be Seojung the only one who should get drunk on satisfying his hunger but Noah falls right there with him. Something inside him says ‘ Mine, mine ’ as hands grip tighter onto his hips and the sinuous motion of his hips brings him closer to completion. This distant white noise resounds and it doesn’t matter that there’s the smell of iron lingering in the air or that this is not what he's supposed to do. It’s them, their embrace, their push and pull, the inability to drift away from each other, gravitation encasing them within the lines of what is inevitable and sweet in spite of tragedy.

   He comes undone in Seojung's arms, shakes as the younger groans against his neck and is greedier as he drinks. Lightshow, multi-colored lights play around as it crosses his mind: ‘ I love you, I love everything about you ’. His heart swells and he hopes and wishes this can always reach Seojung even when they are mad, even if they cry. Noah’s resolve will not waver.

   The older shudders as the vampire laps at the puncturing marks of his neck until they close. Seojung brings him closer then, hugs him tight and nuzzles his neck ❛ I've got you. ❜ Some embarrassment lingers on Noah's cheeks but it’s alright, they have each other. They always will.

[ichoriism]

SHIP list

jaehyun

status: multi ship ( total: 4 )

x soobin: ● → 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒? ← ●

x mingyu: ● → 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ← ●

x tsuneo: ● → 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈? ← ●

x seoah: ● → 𝒾𝒻 𝒾 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 ← ●

lei

status: triple ship ( 2 of 3 )

x meifeng: pending

x pinky: pending

sera

status: triple ship ( 2 of 3 )

x eriko: ● → 𝒾 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉-𝒾𝒻𝓈 ← ●

x seoah: pending

x jia: ● → ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 ℐ 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ← ●

kiha

status: multi ship ( total: 4 )

x daeho: ● → 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 ← ●

x taeyeon: ● → 𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓈 ← ●

x chanyeol: ● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 ← ●

x harvey: ● → 𝓃𝑜𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 ← ●

minjae

status: multi ship ( total: 5 )

x jinho: ● → 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ← ● 

x uriel: ● → 𝒾𝒻 𝒾 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 ? ← ●

x woohyun: | 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 ↬ ● → 𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎 ← ●

x gunwoo:  ● → 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜 ← ●

x jiwon: ● → 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 ℐ 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 ← ●

x uriel: ● → 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ← ●

daehyun 

status: single ship ( 1 of 1 )

x benz: ● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 ← ●

x jaemin: ● → 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 · 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 · 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 - ← ●

haeil

status: multi ship ( total: 4 )

x changmin:  | 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 ↬ ● → 𝓂𝒶𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 : 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 ← ● 

x : ● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 ← ●

leah

status: multi ship ( total: 1 )

x korain: ● → pending ← ● 

noah

status: triple ship ( total: 1 of 3 )

x seojung: ● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ��𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝒷𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 ← ●

jin

status: multi ship

x iwai: ● → 笑顔のままの君に、逢える気がして ← ●  

x kiyoung: pending

x hyejung: pending 

kyungmin

status: triple ship ( 2 of 3 )

x sacha: ● → pending ← ● 

x lev: ● → 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 ← ●

 minyoung

status: single ship ( 0 of 1 )

 yeonjun

● → 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℐ'𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ← ●

taeil

status: single ship ( 1 of 1 )

x kyungsoo: ● → 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ← ●

[ichoriism]

      it happens like this: noah calls him, a silly joke at the tip of his tongue and a wide, wide smile taking over his features that he just can’t stop. seojung answers at the second call, his voice clipped. noah doesn't mind: a moody seojung is no stranger to him when he has kissed him into oblivion for six months now. noah takes some air to try to keep himself from laughing and says ❛ hey sexy, ❜ in that low, low voice he knows the younger can’t resist when spoken into his ear.

   he can almost hear the way he swallows, how fabric must rustle as he cannot help but react if only a bit. noah bites his lip to try to stifle a laugh, fondness and something spreading into his chest. he’s ready to crack his line when he hears it: the end and the beginning of them, a soft, soft voice that has nothing to do with his tone; a trace of seojung’s name spoken in such a different way, by someone else.

   noah’s smile falls as his heart sinks. his throat closes and it’s so hard to swallow. it’s three seconds of disorientation, the confusion of free falling before he crashes against the sharpness of reality waiting him at the bottom. it’s expected, he thinks distantly, to feel his chest tightens with shame and anger. 

   there's nothing he can do about it.

   — 

   noah knows seojung can be a manipulative pretty man. even then, he chooses to surrender the strings so the heir can pull at them the way he sees fit, every time. noah forgets all strings break if pulled too hard. 

   ❛ what more do you want? ❜

   noah rears back as if seojung has just slapped him. it’s harder to breathe for more than a few seconds. the answer is there, loud in his mind, loud in his sight, definite in his heart. has he signed up for an addiction? for the taste of sweet deceit lingering in his mouth as he balances his way on the line of sanity, hoping not to fall in the process? 

   what is what seojung sees when he looks into his eyes? can he really not taste noah’s heart in his mouth? what does he savor when noah kisses him, frantic and needy? noah’s lip trembles with these unspoken things unraveling out of their hands and chokes back a hysterical laugh. he turns around, heart burning, smoking. it’s just another wound that will scar with seojung’s name. ❛ you are right, ❜ he says, distant, aching. ❛ i don’t know what i want. ❜ 

@nouvelis challenged:  ❛ what more do you want? ❜

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis ignited: ♡ noah/sj

Who is the most affectionate? Noah. He is one to press lots of kisses on Seojung’s face and hold him every waking moment and probably be all like “Don’t wanna” when Seojung tells him to let go because they are gonna be late again damn it. But it’s not Noah’s fault Seojung is the most adorable when he wakes up so *shrugs* he's the affectionate, doting puppy.

Who initiates the handholding? Noah. He never considered himself a person of touching but Seojung became his exception. He has probably experienced touch withdrawal every time they “split” (the bfs not bfs who have broken up so many times and got together regardless *clowns*). Besides, Seojung is stuck in the part of letting his feelings be known so– yeah, Noah, even when he didn’t want to admit he was already head over heels.

Who worries more for the other? Both do for different reasons. Noah doesn’t want to leave this world with Seojung suffering so he has decided to love him with everything he has so they don’t have any regrets later. Seojung is just— probably real anxious about how close Noah is from dying every time he chooses to go out and fight to keep this shitty world safe. They don’t want to see each other suffer but it does seem like inevitable at this point tbh xD

Who is more likely to ask for help? Noah only if Seojung can help him without getting in the line of fire. The time he went to see Seojung after being near dying wasn’t to ask for help but to say goodbye so :’)

Who is the one always losing the keys? Noah. With all the fighting, he ends up losing keys too often so Seojung probably installed a password lock now so it’s not an issue anymore xD

Who leaves little love notes for the other? I think neither does this but perhaps now and then, Seojung does leave a message, something short that may seem meaningless. He has issues speaking out about how he feels so he shows Noah as best as he can and sometimes that only allows him to leave small notes with a text like “Don’t die.” xD nah jk, he probably writes a quote of some meaningful passage?

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Both have issues sleeping so they only sleep well when they are next to each other *clowns*. They like to cuddle and snuggle in together since they are a kitten and a puppy but hey that’s what normal people do, right? Body heat is nice. It doesn’t mean anything. Spoiler alert: That should’ve been one of the first signals lol 

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Noah would be the first to propose if he wasn’t sure he is going to die soon xD he doesn’t want to get Seojung tied to him like that when he thinks his existence will poof any moment. But when he allows himself to be angry over having to leave this world and Seojung, he daydreams of how Seojung would look when Noah gave him a ring and asked him to be his. Noah smiles just by imagining the prettiest eye smile there. 

Who introduced the other to their family first? It was an accident that Leah met Seojung— and Noah said he was just a friend but his sister knew and ever since, she has hated Seojung's guts.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? I think both do. When Noah is too tired and recovering, Seojung is doting cos no one, not even Noah, is too aware of the natural intimacy that develops. When Noah is all perky and healthy, he likes having Seojung draped over him and caressing his hair as they snooze together like the pair of dysfunctional cats they are.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Both do in their own way. Noah knows Seojung is too busy most of the time so he makes sure to get his fridge stocked with snacks and drinks with vitamins and healthy stuff. Seojung probably sneaks in supplements in Noah’s food to help him regenerate his cells and body faster xD

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Noah. If he were to know about Seojung’s dad and what he did to his son all these years, he would be the first human life he took. If you mess with Seojung, Noah will stop being a hero and become a villain instead.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? They are too busy with their lives so it’s an equal thing, especially after a fight. Seojung prepares home made feasts for them and Noah brings him to parts of the city no one has ever seen that are the prettiest. Their toxicity reaches nuclear levels *eyes emoji*

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Noah. He can be a complete child when things between them are good for a prolonged time haha so innocent things like this are a common occurrence on such times :3 

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Noah. After coming to terms with where they stand and where his life seems to be headed to, Noah protects Seojung every waking minute, so he makes sure Seojung is warm and loved no matter what.

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis​​ stirred: [ jealousy ] for noah/sj  to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine.

– if logic were to speak, noah should have no right to be suffocating in jealousy. seojung kisses his official girlfriend goodbye, a smile touching a deceivingly kind face. she leaves, a flush on her cheeks and a wave sent noah’s way that makes his stomach churn with repulsion and hatred. why am i here, why am i here, why am i here…

   seojung climbs on his car and looks ahead while noah remains on the copilot seat, arms crossed against his chest and gaze fixed on the passing cars on the right side. the silence stretches between them, acute, overpowering. noah’s ears ring with the unsaid and the guilt and sheer nausea of what just happened here. 

   it was a matter of time before he had to be confronted with the reality of what they were doing. on this night that was supposed to be many things that didn’t matter but were just done  ‘ for fun ’, seojung’s girlfriend had found them just as they were making their way back to that place that had started to feel like theirs —seojung and noah’s. what a fool he had been to think something so naive, to be so stupid.

   he waits until he can no longer see or hear the girl as she makes her way inside her huge home and only then does he take out the seatbelt and steps from the car, closing the door loudly behind him. this is what he has become. this is what he let himself turn into. this is the truthfulness of what they are and none of it smells or feels like rose water against his skin. it is acrid, asphyxiating ashes sticking to the walls of his lungs, weighing him down. 

   the worst is that this word that was beginning to bloom is still there and he is doing everything wrong. 

[ichoriism]

continued from here bc it’s too good of an opportunity to let it pass sue me 

– noah toys with his cellphone, a knowing smirk tilting the corner of his mouth upward. there’s just a small bruise near the end of his eyebrow and the split lip is almost healed by now. his bones are also near back to perfection and really, there’s no sign at all he had been near dying just two weeks ago no matter what leah has to say about it. except that when seojung comes into his line of view, noah gets up and winces, the gesture too fast as he tries hard to keep it under wraps and pull his act together.

   ❛ you know? ❜ he calls for seojung’s attention, that smile turning amused as he holds up his phone. ❛ for someone who claims to not feel a damn thing, all these texts and missed calls could truly give the wrong impression. ❜ 

feat. SEOJUNG @immoralised​ 

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis​ inspired: ( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand. from sj to noah ;A; soft bfs.... imagine that

– light spills through the filmy fabric of pearl-white curtains. noah can feel seojung shifting beside him and he makes a disgruntled sound as he refuses to crack his eyes open. it doesn’t matter too much he's not willing to wake up fully yet though. the way his body gravitated toward seojung’s through the night said more than it’s necessary. the secrets spilled in the dark when no one is supposed to look are more honest than anything they could say under spring’s sunlight.

    it crosses his mind that he is extending a stay that is always hanging over reality like a castle on the air but he brushes the thought away as fast as it comes. it’s been a while since he stopped listening to the doubts common sense wants to implant in his ear. instead, noah has been holding onto these marks created like dark tracks in a white canvas —these marks that feel and look a lot like hope, fuzzy, uneven, impossible to ignore. ❛ too early, ❜ he complains, clinging to the last remains of a sleepiness he wants to sink back in.

   but seojung takes his hand and fingers fall in the spaces in-between. something else is locked in the pit of his chest and it stirs—ignites a beat that jolts him awake. noah cracks an eye open and the vision that greets him is blurry like wandering in a placid dream he has no intention of abandoning. seojung’s handsome face is caressed by the soft morning light. the angles of his features, the sharp end of his lips, the little traces of an eye-smile toying with the corners of a playful expression make his heart hurt —make him long for so much more than what he already has. noah wants to look for more contact and he does, he does. he turns onto his side and lets a free hand traverse a slender hip bone until he finds the warmth under his fingertips he was looking for all along.

   ❛ hi, ❜ noah greets, voice rough with sleep and eyes bleary as he blinks, slow and content. this is the freefall that tastes sweet. why is that reality fades but colors become more and more vibrant the more he looks at seojung? the heir smiles and the world is tinged with a warm glow that feels terrifying too. it occurs to him that this type of morning has been repeating itself a lot lately. that seojung’s face is the first he sees when he wakes up. that it’s his smell the one that reaches his nose first when he steps out from the world of dreams. that it is his kisses and his words the ones that caress his senses and place him back into the world when he is messing with the edges of that something that feels too big to be named.

   first.

   noah knows better than thinking misery can recede because of something as sweet as a fond smile dancing across a handsome face. seojung brings their joined hands closer to his lips, a touch of coyness illuminating the dips of his smile. he catches noah’s breath, makes his heart halt inside his ribcage. seojung blinks in that same way that sends butterflies to noah’s chest. he turns their hands and his lips press a soft kiss to the top of the taller’s hand as he hums. seojung asks ‘ did you sleep well? ’, but all noah can hear is— 

[ichoriism]

@immoralised​​ sparked: [ chefs kiss ] for noah/sj to cook my muse their favourite meal.

❛ if i fall, nothing will save you, ❜ he warns between chuckles as seojung guides him into the penthouse.  noah raises both hands and tries to get a sense of the space to no avail. seojung’s chest against his back is a warm comfort, however, but as soon as the smell of a home-cooked meal reaches his nostrils, that laugh dies in his throat.

   seojung steps back and stops covering his eyes. noah takes a moment to keep his eyes closed, aware that his heart paused inside his chest and that there’s a whirlwind inside his mind saying too many things —all of them the sort of ideas he does not want to entertain. eyes open at last and the sight that greets him is so much he can’t come close to form a coherent thought about it. raw, sheer joy sparks through though, uncaring of the complications and the buts holding his mind hostage.

   there are candles illuminating the otherwise blank room. heavy white curtains let moonlight spill inside to accompany the glow of a planned evening. the dining table is set to perfection and in the middle, there’s a large pot of what smells a lot like the sichuan hot pot he mentioned to seojung one day when they were watching one of those cooking shows that always got the recipes wrong. noah had said then he hated goose and duck and a part of him is already scared to confirm the little plates around the pot don’t have any of both. by smell alone, he can tell seojung paid attention to that too.

   the slayer takes a step closer to the table and notices the heir also included little soy puffs and Chinese rice cakes for the accompaniments and his heart does a complete turn inside his ribcage. noah turns to look at the smaller man, heart on his sleeve, and words nowhere to be found. what could he say? seojung hasn’t said he did this himself, noah could be wrong and his lover could have just bought all of this for the two of them. he knows better than doubting what’s right in front of his eyes though. that vulnerability sparkling in dark eyes is unmistakable.

   all it takes is three steps. noah crosses them easily and cups seojung’s face in his hands. he draws him close, captures his mouth in a kiss that ends up stilted by a smile he can’t hide. noah presses his forehead against seojung’s as the contact between their lips breaks and this euphoric smile gracing his features is just impossible to brush off. words still elude him as he stands, dizzy with this vertigo of standing at the edge of an admission that is scary and unavoidable. he has known for a while but he can't pretend it’s not there anymore. 

   ❛ thank you, ❜ noah breathes out, big eyes bright, moonlight reflecting in blown irises. his thumb brushes the curvature of seojung’s cheekbone. somewhere between the fourth and fifth beat, fear is quenched down to the furthest part of his mind. this has a name —has had it for a while, it’s devastating and petrifying, but if he dares to hope— ❛ you never told me you knew how to cook, ❜ he expresses with a soft voice as fingers intertwine with seojung’s. noah leads the way to the table, heart wild, and he thinks this is it. he can confess later, can carve those words into seojung’s skin and heart too, etch them on his mind through the night and daytime.

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis​​ ignited: [ guard ] / [ shield ] for sj/noah [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt  [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours

– happy endings do not start with the wrong choices. kisses that start with certainties are kisses that carry doubts. seojung walking away that day still means he decided to not fight for what they had —that he chose what he knew over everything the heart noah had offered him with both hands.

   so he doesn’t get why seojung is the first face he sees when he opens his eyes. morning light slips through the white curtains and spills a soft glow over all it touches. noah’s vision has its edges blurred and there are spots of dark marring his sight. he tries to move and finds it impossible. with a groan of pain, he falls back on the bed and eyelids fall shut. ❛ what are you doing here? ❜ he asks —or tries to, his throat is too dry and his voice is a rough mumble.

   seojung says things his mind can’t process and he’s not alone. the next time noah opens his eyes, he sees leah glowering at seojung, hands curled into angry fists. in spite of the pain, noah tries to get up, because that is the look she has when she is very close to punching someone in the face and seojung is standing in the middle, body shielding noah from his sister’s eyes. noah grimaces as he sits up on the bed and this catches the others’ attention. ❛ what happened? ❜ he asks, tension making things hurt in even more acute ways.

   noah counts two or three broken ribs, kicks and hits all over his legs, back, stomach and face, and there’s a sharp pain jolting his nerves awake from the left side. leah pushes seojung off the way and takes his hand. her brown eyes are wide, watery even as she bites on her bottom lip. noah tries to reach for her to hug her but she doesn’t allow him to. ❛ i almost lost you, ❜ she says, voice so soft it's about to break. ❛ i have to take you home— ❜

   seojung is suddenly on the other side of the bed. it’s only then that noah notices the puffed face and red eyes. that his ex-lover looks like the type of wreck noah has seen a handful of times. ❛ he needs medical attention, you can’t take him out of here and that is final. ❜ noah blinks, owlish, too stunned to see seojung standing up like this to leah, of all people. 

   but there are more pressing things, noah thinks, ignoring the fluttering running inside his chest. he squeezes leah’s hand, bringing her attention away from her murderous thoughts involving one pak seojung. ❛ it’s okay, i am okay. and i think you have to take care of some unfinished business anyway. you can come back to get me once that’s sorted out, i won’t go anywhere. ❜ he gives her a pointed look but it ends up softening once she accepts his will. still, she glances back at seojung and noah tightens his hold over her hand one more time. it’s not necessary to say anything else. she understands because it is a twin thing.

   the moment she leaves, noah lets out a sigh and looks at his hands. there’s an i.v. attached to a vein in his wrist and the pulse monitor's sound is the only thing breaking the silence that stretches, insidious, between them. it means he was pretty bad because slayers don’t bruise easily and they heal fast. noah remembers bits and he knows he is the one to blame. 

   ❛ you can leave, ❜ noah speaks at last, the words as hard as they were the last time they talked. they scratch at his throat, take his breath away, make his chest tighten. happy endings are not the result of lies and deception. it doesn’t matter how much he wishes they did, they won’t. ❛ i’m sorry i somehow got you involved in this. i don’t remember much. but i guess this hospital room came from your pocket? ❜ it is hard to remain nonchalant when all he wants is to look at seojung and commit his face to memory again —realize he hasn’t forgotten a single detail. ❛ i will pay you back. leave before you raise any suspicions. ❜

   happy endings do not follow after people who do not stay true to themselves. they do not follow people who do not know how to be real. noah licks his lips, finding them dry. ❛ by the way, ❜ he rushes to say and it hurts, it hurts. he looks up until he finds seojung’s handsome face. ❛ i… i don’t hate you. ❜

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis​ ignited: ❝ maybe it’s better this way. ❞ CRYING

– the silence between them is deafening. the shouting, the spite glinting in each other’s eyes, the viciousness in words thrown meant to hurt, all falls behind them as a trail of colored pebbles slipping through their fingers. isn’t this moment in time the one noah saw coming since this started? isn’t this the reason why slayers are supposed to have a heart of stone and they ought to never forget it? 

   he hadn’t understood then. thought every time his eyes found seojung’s, the world unfolded around them, but it was actually becoming smaller —it was trapping them into this instant. every step towards love had been a step towards the end.

   ❛ what? ❜ noah asks, heart trembling, breath caught. he is tempted to challenge seojung on this too —wants to take a step after another in the heir’s direction and demand he repeats what he just said— but this matters. it matters so much noah can’t be dauntless. he can’t be what he is supposed to be. and isn’t that the root of the problem?

   seojung shines in all his opulence. handsome, small features are the epitome of a blessed beauty. broad shoulders fill the spaces of expensive garments in ways that make him look powerful, confident of his place in the world. and he is, isn’t he? otherwise, they wouldn’t be here right now, words of love thrown to the wind, far, far from reach. seojung knows his place and it has been noah the one fighting against the tide all along. 

   noah lowers his head, swallowing. the air isn’t coming into his lungs as it should. an adam’s apple bobbles up and down with the effort. tears burn at the edges of his eyes, prickling as they remind him how pointless everything has been. noah should fight against vampires, demons, and witches instead of feelings. seojung never doubted his path, so why did noah do so? how could he have compromised his principles and everything he is for something so fleeting that was being tossed to the side like it was another piece of garbage?

   the slayer curls his lip but he refuses to meet seojung’s gaze still. grief works in different stages. it is in here, making him remember the nights of shared kisses and words of affection, so many promises and intentions lost to reality. seojung, what is the one thing that the more you take away, the bigger it becomes? noah snorts.

   ❛ of course it is better this way, ❜ his voice is rough, frayed with heartbreak. ❛ you don’t know how to say a single truth. all you know and all you want is a life of pretension. ❜ he should pick up the pieces of his heart and move on. he should not stay here, not one more second. but nothing ever is as it should be when it comes to seojung. it wasn’t from the start, it isn’t at the end. seojung was a star, his star, brilliant, scorching. ❛ i… i hate you. ❜