#jihoon & tania.

[thr0ttle]

status  .  closed  to  @wilds1de  ,  won  jihoon.

setting  .  at  the  heartbreak  bar  on  a  thursday  night  early  into  the  year.

the  table  tania  had  led  them  both  into  earlier  is  tucked  in  the  far  corner  of  the  bar.  it’s  electric,  —  contagious,  even  —  this  buzzing  all  around  them  as  people  laugh  and  talk  over  each  other,  winding  down  from  what  was  probably  a  long  work  day.  tonight,  tania  and  jihoon  are  no  different.

there  are  two  bottles  of  beer  in  their  hands,  one  in  each,  as  they  push  through  the  crowd  again  —  this  time  alone.  i  got  it,  wait  here,  they  had  said  as  soon  as  jihoon  was  seated  at  the  table,  not  waiting  for  an  answer  before  taking  off.  now,  both  bottles  land  on  the  table  with  a  loud  thud.  a  satisfied  smirk  curls  over  tania’s  lips.  “there,”  they  say.  “now  you  get  to  make  up  for  that  fuck  ass  party.”  one  bottle  is  pushed  in  his  direction,  while  the  other  is  picked  up  by  the  neck.  “cheers.  to—”  a  pause.  they  slide  into  the  seat  opposite  him,  peering  at  jihoon.  eyes  narrowed  in  contemplation,  tania  settles  for,  “whatever  your  hopes  and  dreams  are  this  year,  i  guess.  if  you  care  to  share.”

[wilds1de]

location: bay parking garage

featuring: tania ( @thr0ttle )

"don't ask." is the first thing he tells tania when their eyes meet. though if he knows them at all, they'll ask either way. it's hard not to considering the purple bruises. he lets out a sigh as he takes a seat next to them. it hasn't been long since he's arrived to the meet, but the second he spotted tania, he was making his way over to them. it doesn't go lost on jihoon that they saw him at a very different state just mere hours ago. it feels like a totally different night. much simpler, for one. "maybe i need to change my new year's wish. no more parties for me." because it seems they all end up being shit one way or the other. "your night any better? do i go all happy valentine's day?"

[thr0ttle]

all  things  considered,  being  here  with  minkyu  is  a  welcome  alternative  to  just  about  anything  else  right  now.  he  never  fails  to  fill  in  any  empty  spaces  that  demand  they  be  filled,  and  tonight  is  no  different.  if  tania  had  been  a  different  person,  —  any  other  person,  really  —  then  maybe  the  thought  would  slip  past  their  lips:  you’re  a  miracle,  minkyu,  you  know  that?  he’s  still  grinning  even  when  the  joke  is  at  his  expense,  and  nobody  else  tania  knows  absorbs  those  rolling  punches  as  easily  as  he  does.  he  makes  it  a  strength  instead  of  a  weakness.  but  they’re  not  that  kind  of  person,  so  the  thought  remains  —  is  tamped  down  with  a  blink  in  his  general  direction,  before  a  sigh  leaves  them.  an  unimpressed  stare  follows.  “you  think  buying  your  friend  a  drink  is  using  you  for  money?  i  could  hang  out  with  anyone  else,  you  know.”  they  won’t,  and  he  knows  that.  “anyways,  maybe  you  should  …  pick  another  night  to  pick  someone  up.  talk  to  jihoon  about  that  threesome  first.  we  got  that  meet  later,  remember?  you  can’t  just  not  show  up  because  you  scored  tonight.”  at  last,  tania  allows  a  shadow  of  a  grin  to  flit  over  their  lips.  minkyu  has  always  had  an  irresistible  pull,  even  when  it’s  not  in  the  way  they  thought  he  once  was.  “who  knows?  maybe  jihoon  will  say  yes  and  you  two  can  go  pick  someone  up  together.”

his  mother  had  once  told  him  he  was  an  acquired  taste.  perhaps  the  wrong  kind  of  thing  to  tell  your  only  child,  though  unsurprising  of  anyone  who'd  wished  their  son  was  the  pinnacle  of  intelligence  and  success.  his  father  said  he  was  too  loud,  in  every  possible  way.  it's  as  if  his  presence  is  so  very  difficult  to  ignore,  that  he  had  a  strange  capability  of  being  looked  at,  all  while  never  really  being  seen.  he  shoots  them  a  boyish  grin,  as  if  knowing  that  this  silly  little  plan  is  nothing  more  than  an  excuse  to  get  drunk  together,  even  if  he  goes  home  to  yet  another  empty  bed.  "  of  course.  this  is  your  chance  at  redemption  !  "  he  isn't  sure  how  it's  possible,  that  one  could  really  be  that  bad  of  a  wingman.  it  seemed  so  easy  to  talk  him  up,  until  tania  sprinkles  in  something  about  being  exes  and  his  lucky  prospect  of  the  night  thinks  there's  a  bit  more  nuance  to  their  relationship.  they're  a  lesbian  and  he  was  simply  their  lesbian  awakening,  what's  so  strange  about  that  ?  "  hmm,  i  don't  know.  feels  like  you're  just  usin'  me  for  my  money.  don't  even  have  much  of  it.  but  no  worries,  i  got  booked  for  a  callus  remover  ad,  i'll  be  rolling  in  it  soon  enough.  "  their  next  words  sound  convincing  enough  though,  and  who  is  he  if  not  someone  that  merely  goes  along  with  the  smarter  person's  plan  ?  "  fuck,  you  think  he'll  get  mad  at  me  ?  i  can't  kick  him  out  like  that,  unless  you  wanna  take  him  in  for  the  night.  oh  i  know—  if  he  gets  annoyed,  i'll  just  ask  if  he  wants  to  join  !  "  

[ashlipizazz]

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[kangniel]

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dasafds a disney princess for each member:

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fave photoshoot: dasfd i forget the name of it but the very first they did where they’re all laid on the floor and they look like daniel’s harem

fsdkf thank u sarah

[wilds1de]

sometimes, the world felt too small for jihoon. under normal circumstances, he'd probably hate that notion, but when it came to remembering that somehow an old friend he had lost contact with joined the same street racing crew he was in, effectively reuniting them, he doesn't hate the idea. especially when you consider the time when tania joined. three years ago. they had joined shortly after the chaos in the form of the nariza bois splitting from the prowlers happened. and although they had been out of contact for years before that, they still brought with them some comfortable familiarity that jihoon had needed at the time after experiencing betrayal upon betrayal. really, them joining the prowlers was one of the best things to happen.

"i can't be that boring if you're out here with me. i must have some great redeeming quality that keeps you coming back for more," he muses, a teasing tone to his voice. "oh, fuck yeah. that goes without saying. i'm never going to another party and staying sober." if he has to deal with the obnoxiously loud packs of people, he needed to be drunk during! "my new year's wish is i'm never playing designated driver ever again. someone has to play designated driver for me, for a change."

"you know it." tania understands what the loss means. jihoon's no racer and tania wasn't behind the wheel during that race, but that didn't matter. the reality of the matter is, so much of his identity is tied to this crew, in a way. he lets out a chuckle at their words. "you're hellbent on not letting me off the hook, huh? forgot how stubborn you are for a moment there." he pauses, taking a generous sip of his beer. "my new year's wish is to also eat less ramen. at this rate, i'm not living to see my thirties. better?" maybe jihoon's as stubborn as tania!

they  were  ten  once,  and  jihoon  was  eleven.  it’s  a  strange  memory  to  remember.  in  that  one  tania  had  a  lemonade  wrapped  around  their  fingers  and  jihoon  had  …  some  fizzy  drink?  maybe.  it  doesn’t  really  matter.  what  matters  is  this:  they  were  ten,  and  jihoon  was  eleven,  and  they  both  had  drinks  in  their  hands.  so  that’s  how  it  goes;  the  two  of  them,  sat  on  the  ground  cross-legged  in  the  back  of  his  uncle’s  garage.  he  must  have  been  saying  something  about  some  fast  car  or  cool  ride  that  someone  brought  down  to  the  shop.  tania  had  nodded.  maybe  even  smiled  a  smile  that  showed  their  teeth.  which  is  to  say,  they  were  ten,  and  jihoon  was  eleven,  and  now  they’re  twenty-six,  and  jihoon  is  twenty-seven,  and  tania  thinks  nothing  much  has  changed.

still  the  two  of  them  sitting  together  with  drinks  in  their  hands,  talking  about  fast  cars.  funny  how  the  world  works.  "wouldn't  have  to  call  you  boring  if  you  weren't  being  boring,”  they  quip,  but  there’s  a  warmth  in  tania’s  chest  even  when  they  say  it.  leave  it  to  won  jihoon  to  lose  all  contact  for  years  on  end,  disappear  into  the  sweltering  miami  heat,  and  still  be  the  same  boy  they  once  knew  at  eleven  even  after  their  reunion  meeting  in  the  most  unlikely  places.  tania  smiles  —  odds  be  damned.  “your  new  year  wish  could've  been  no  more  being  sober  while  minkyu’s  drunk.”

and  then  they’re  tipping  the  beer  back  into  their  throat,  because  the  loss  pounds  into  their  head,  the  same  way  that  damn  club  music  at  12welve  did,  too.  the  smile  falters.  “feels  personal,  doesn’t  it?”  they  say.  “couldn’t  even  make  it  two  days  before  losing  a  race.  maybe  you’re  right.”  but  he’s  not  off  the  hook  yet.  they’re  not  here  for  the  prowlers  —  not  tonight.  another  sip,  and  tania’s  all  teeth  again.  “say  something  you  wouldn’t  say  at  a  party.  i’ll  give  you  something  that’s  not  just,  ‘to  our  fucking  success.’”

[wh1plash]

for : tania hardja @thr0ttle

where : heartbreaker bar.

"  oh  tania,  my  dear  tania.  are  we  getting  me  laid  tonight  or  what  ?  "  minkyu  says,  perhaps  a  little  too  loudly  as  the  two  walk  into  the  bar.  it  hasn't  been  too  long  since  the  festivities  at  12welve,  but  minkyu  can  never  quite  sit  still  for  long.  he  made  himself  a  smoothie  containing  a  raw  egg  and  orange  juice  for  the  hangover,  and  it  worked  like  a  charm  !  he  shoots  them  a  grin,  sliding  in  the  the  slightly  sticky  bar  stool  and  folding  his  hands  on  top  of  the  somehow  stickier  bar  top.  "  'm  having  like  ...  a  wicked  dry  spell.  here's  what  i'm  thinking,  okay  ?  we  take  a  few  shots  each,  scout  out  what  the  vibe  is  here  tonight,  and  then  hopefully,  i  use  this  twenty  i  found  in  jihoon's  jean  pocket  to  spoil  a  lucky  someone.  thoughts  ?  "

[thr0ttle]

they  were  ten  once,  and  jihoon  was  eleven.  it’s  a  strange  memory  to  remember.  in  that  one  tania  had  a  lemonade  wrapped  around  their  fingers  and  jihoon  had  …  some  fizzy  drink?  maybe.  it  doesn’t  really  matter.  what  matters  is  this:  they  were  ten,  and  jihoon  was  eleven,  and  they  both  had  drinks  in  their  hands.  so  that’s  how  it  goes;  the  two  of  them,  sat  on  the  ground  cross-legged  in  the  back  of  his  uncle’s  garage.  he  must  have  been  saying  something  about  some  fast  car  or  cool  ride  that  someone  brought  down  to  the  shop.  tania  had  nodded.  maybe  even  smiled  a  smile  that  showed  their  teeth.  which  is  to  say,  they  were  ten,  and  jihoon  was  eleven,  and  now  they’re  twenty-six,  and  jihoon  is  twenty-seven,  and  tania  thinks  nothing  much  has  changed.

still  the  two  of  them  sitting  together  with  drinks  in  their  hands,  talking  about  fast  cars.  funny  how  the  world  works.  "wouldn't  have  to  call  you  boring  if  you  weren't  being  boring,”  they  quip,  but  there’s  a  warmth  in  tania’s  chest  even  when  they  say  it.  leave  it  to  won  jihoon  to  lose  all  contact  for  years  on  end,  disappear  into  the  sweltering  miami  heat,  and  still  be  the  same  boy  they  once  knew  at  eleven  even  after  their  reunion  meeting  in  the  most  unlikely  places.  tania  smiles  —  odds  be  damned.  “your  new  year  wish  could've  been  no  more  being  sober  while  minkyu’s  drunk.”

and  then  they’re  tipping  the  beer  back  into  their  throat,  because  the  loss  pounds  into  their  head,  the  same  way  that  damn  club  music  at  12welve  did,  too.  the  smile  falters.  “feels  personal,  doesn’t  it?”  they  say.  “couldn’t  even  make  it  two  days  before  losing  a  race.  maybe  you’re  right.”  but  he’s  not  off  the  hook  yet.  they’re  not  here  for  the  prowlers  —  not  tonight.  another  sip,  and  tania’s  all  teeth  again.  “say  something  you  wouldn’t  say  at  a  party.  i’ll  give  you  something  that’s  not  just,  ‘to  our  fucking  success.’”

"no, it was a fuck ass party. i'm totally agreeing with you there," he says, raising both his hands in mock surrender. sure, he hasn't really brought up the party to tania in any way, but they knew each other well enough. they knew that they both didn't enjoy big, stifling parties, the same way they both knew a bar is more their style compared to a club. "last time i'm designated driver for minkyu, that's for sure." if he ever has to attend a party again, he needs to get drunk and his roommate can secure himself another ride!

"shit, i just got called boring and it's only a couple of days into the new year," he jokes dryly, but it's all in good spirits, evident by the mirth in his eyes and the shadow of a grin that curves up his lips, so small you could miss it if you weren't focused enough. "oh, are you evading the question?" he teases lightly. "what, it is real. i mean, we already lost the first race of the year." and really, a good year for the prowlers is, by default, a good year for him. "maybe i just want an easy year, no headaches. what level of real are you looking for?"

[wilds1de]

"no, it was a fuck ass party. i'm totally agreeing with you there," he says, raising both his hands in mock surrender. sure, he hasn't really brought up the party to tania in any way, but they knew each other well enough. they knew that they both didn't enjoy big, stifling parties, the same way they both knew a bar is more their style compared to a club. "last time i'm designated driver for minkyu, that's for sure." if he ever has to attend a party again, he needs to get drunk and his roommate can secure himself another ride!

"shit, i just got called boring and it's only a couple of days into the new year," he jokes dryly, but it's all in good spirits, evident by the mirth in his eyes and the shadow of a grin that curves up his lips, so small you could miss it if you weren't focused enough. "oh, are you evading the question?" he teases lightly. "what, it is real. i mean, we already lost the first race of the year." and really, a good year for the prowlers is, by default, a good year for him. "maybe i just want an easy year, no headaches. what level of real are you looking for?"

“well,  wasn’t  it  a  fuck  ass  party?  tell  me  you  had  a  good  time  —  i  dare  you.”  the  truth  is  they  hadn’t  seen  much  of  jihoon  at  the  new  year  blowout  from  a  few  days  ago,  but  that  matters  little.  it’s  about  the  principle  of  it  all.  tania  knows  jihoon,  —  the  same  way  they  regrettably  also  know  minkyu  —  which  means  they  know  that  chances  are  he  was  only  there  because  minkyu  was  there.  so,  point  still  stands;  fuck  ass  party.

their  beer  bottle  meets  jihoon’s  in  a  shrill  clink  before  they’re  tipping  the  neck  back  in  the  direction  of  their  mouth  again,  leaning  in  for  a  sip.  there’s  a  brief  lull,  and  then,  “don’t  be  boring.”  it’s  said  in  a  deadpan,  gaze  fixed  straight  on  him.  but  the  corners  of  their  lips  are  upturned  just  enough  that  he’ll  know  they’re  joking,  just  teasing  as  they  knock  the  bottle  against  his  again.  “say  something  real,  hoonie.  something  for  you.  then  maybe  i’ll  start  sharing.”  two  can  play  a  game.

[thr0ttle]

“well,  wasn’t  it  a  fuck  ass  party?  tell  me  you  had  a  good  time  —  i  dare  you.”  the  truth  is  they  hadn’t  seen  much  of  jihoon  at  the  new  year  blowout  from  a  few  days  ago,  but  that  matters  little.  it’s  about  the  principle  of  it  all.  tania  knows  jihoon,  —  the  same  way  they  regrettably  also  know  minkyu  —  which  means  they  know  that  chances  are  he  was  only  there  because  minkyu  was  there.  so,  point  still  stands;  fuck  ass  party.

their  beer  bottle  meets  jihoon’s  in  a  shrill  clink  before  they’re  tipping  the  neck  back  in  the  direction  of  their  mouth  again,  leaning  in  for  a  sip.  there’s  a  brief  lull,  and  then,  “don’t  be  boring.”  it’s  said  in  a  deadpan,  gaze  fixed  straight  on  him.  but  the  corners  of  their  lips  are  upturned  just  enough  that  he’ll  know  they’re  joking,  just  teasing  as  they  knock  the  bottle  against  his  again.  “say  something  real,  hoonie.  something  for  you.  then  maybe  i’ll  start  sharing.”  two  can  play  a  game.

tonight, jihoon doesn't care about how loud the bar is. he'll take this over 12welve any day. and after the new year's party he had, he was in dire need for a drink or two (or more)—depending on where the night took him. unsurprisingly, there's no one else but tania who would understand why they both needed to drag each other from cars for one night.

he doesn't ask them what they have planned as soon as he finds his seat at the table, but he trusts tania to have a good plan in mind. they always do. his smile widens as they come back with two bottles of beer, pushing one in his direction. he nods in silent gratitude. "fuck ass party," he repeats, letting out a slight chuckle. it's not unknown he didn't enjoy his time at the party for multiple reasons. "you and me both." considering tania hadn't really drank after midnight. he takes the bottle, reaching with his free hand to rub the nape of his neck. "cheers to..." a pause, thinking a bit. "a good year for the prowlers," he decides, raising the bottle in their direction. "now you get to share your hopes and dreams for this year."

[thr0ttle]

he's  loud,  because  of  course  he  is,  because  he's  minkyu,  but  the  fact  of  the  matter  is  that  it's  not  enough  to  stop  the  fondness  that  threatens  to  creep  into  tania's  chest.  their  lips  curl.  "oh,  we're  getting  you  laid?"  they  echo,  except  it's  not  enough  to  make  them  stop  following  him,  taking  a  seat  to  his  left  against  better  judgment.  even  years  later  they  still  do  that  —  let  him  waltz  into  a  room  and  sweep  them  along  with  him.  never  say  that  seo  minkyu  isn't  their  favorite  ex.  "thought  you  were  good  at  doing  that  all  on  your  own."  the  expression  on  their  face  is  halfway  between  amusement  and  distaste,  but  when  is  it  not  around  him?  "here's  what  i'm  thinking;  if  you're  that  desperate  for  my  help  on  your  prowl  —"  he  never  said  that,  but  same  difference.  "—  why  don't  you  use  that  lucky  twenty  to  buy  me  a  few  shots,  make  me  nicer,  then  i'll  scout  the  vibe  for  you."  it's  not  really  a  question.  tania's  already  flagging  down  a  bartender  when  they  turn  to  meet  minkyu's  gaze  and  finish  that  with  a  deadpan,  "i'll  make  sure  you  go  home  with  someone.  might  even  need  to  kick  jihoon  out,  unless  you  want  him  banging  on  the  door  at  like,  four  in  the  morning  when  you  go  at  it  all  night."

for : tania hardja @thr0ttle

where : heartbreaker bar.

"  oh  tania,  my  dear  tania.  are  we  getting  me  laid  tonight  or  what  ?  "  minkyu  says,  perhaps  a  little  too  loudly  as  the  two  walk  into  the  bar.  it  hasn't  been  too  long  since  the  festivities  at  12welve,  but  minkyu  can  never  quite  sit  still  for  long.  he  made  himself  a  smoothie  containing  a  raw  egg  and  orange  juice  for  the  hangover,  and  it  worked  like  a  charm  !  he  shoots  them  a  grin,  sliding  in  the  the  slightly  sticky  bar�� stool  and  folding  his  hands  on  top  of  the  somehow  stickier  bar  top.  "  'm  having  like  ...  a  wicked  dry  spell.  here's  what  i'm  thinking,  okay  ?  we  take  a  few  shots  each,  scout  out  what  the  vibe  is  here  tonight,  and  then  hopefully,  i  use  this  twenty  i  found  in  jihoon's  jean  pocket  to  spoil  a  lucky  someone.  thoughts  ?  "

[wilds1de]

tonight, jihoon doesn't care about how loud the bar is. he'll take this over 12welve any day. and after the new year's party he had, he was in dire need for a drink or two (or more)—depending on where the night took him. unsurprisingly, there's no one else but tania who would understand why they both needed to drag each other from cars for one night.

he doesn't ask them what they have planned as soon as he finds his seat at the table, but he trusts tania to have a good plan in mind. they always do. his smile widens as they come back with two bottles of beer, pushing one in his direction. he nods in silent gratitude. "fuck ass party," he repeats, letting out a slight chuckle. it's not unknown he didn't enjoy his time at the party for multiple reasons. "you and me both." considering tania hadn't really drank after midnight. he takes the bottle, reaching with his free hand to rub the nape of his neck. "cheers to..." a pause, thinking a bit. "a good year for the prowlers," he decides, raising the bottle in their direction. "now you get to share your hopes and dreams for this year."

status  .  closed  to  @wilds1de  ,  won  jihoon.

setting  .  at  the  heartbreak  bar  on  a  thursday  night  early  into  the  year.

the  table  tania  had  led  them  both  into  earlier  is  tucked  in  the  far  corner  of  the  bar.  it’s  electric,  —  contagious,  even  —  this  buzzing  all  around  them  as  people  laugh  and  talk  over  each  other,  winding  down  from  what  was  probably  a  long  work  day.  tonight,  tania  and  jihoon  are  no  different.

there  are  two  bottles  of  beer  in  their  hands,  one  in  each,  as  they  push  through  the  crowd  again  —  this  time  alone.  i  got  it,  wait  here,  they  had  said  as  soon  as  jihoon  was  seated  at  the  table,  not  waiting  for  an  answer  before  taking  off.  now,  both  bottles  land  on  the  table  with  a  loud  thud.  a  satisfied  smirk  curls  over  tania’s  lips.  “there,”  they  say.  “now  you  get  to  make  up  for  that  fuck  ass  party.”  one  bottle  is  pushed  in  his  direction,  while  the  other  is  picked  up  by  the  neck.  “cheers.  to—”  a  pause.  they  slide  into  the  seat  opposite  him,  peering  at  jihoon.  eyes  narrowed  in  contemplation,  tania  settles  for,  “whatever  your  hopes  and  dreams  are  this  year,  i  guess.  if  you  care  to  share.”