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Realistic or Modern prerogative | e d e n x c h a s e r

myfanwy

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............."I don't need permission to make my own decisions"

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A private role play between myself and wok wok , do not comment or message either of us asking to join. Kay thanks bye~
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鍾裴智
a crippled smile


  The rest of the day seemed to drag on for an eternity longer than usual, as the brunette struggled - as per accustom - to pay attention towards the extensive duration of each of his college courses. His keen ears voluntarily tuned out the same rambling he was so sick of constantly absorbing into his psyche, and he found the palm of his left hand became benumbed with the excessive bouts of coarse pressure his chin had stacked onto it throughout the day, due to the immense boredom that surged through the creases on his brain. 'Same material, same material, same material,' he continuously heard the same mental note echo within the confines of his propped-up skull.

  Peizhi's sharp vision was content with being aimed only at the clock that was perpetually above each of his professors' craniums, while the debate-room setting around him seemed to gradually blur and shift every other hour or so; he never did recall his body moving itself to switch rooms in between periods. Besides, all of the not-so vacant learning spaces seemed completely the same to him, and it wasn't merely due to his ocular devices only ever focusing on the barely fidgeting arms of the clock in the front of the room. They were always painted with the same, countless wanderlust-like expressions of the idiotic peons he was forced to consider peers, and it was him himself that their transparent gazes never ceased gawking at. They'd invariably cause low volume commotion about him in every course room he'd shift himself into, no matter the day, no matter the time. Sure, the Chinese man was a lifelong fan of being the infamous talk of the town, as it catered to his superiority complex, but when he could hear the nonsensical chatter up close, it had long since been deemed as bad as irksome mosquitoes buzzing ceaselessly at his eardrums. The underlying emotion of stir-crazy was only cured exponentially when his usual leave date of his final class took place on the clock's visage.

  The second the longer twin hit the usual '45,' Peizhi instantly stood up from his chair, the seat nearly tipping back at the hasty force of the underneaths of his knees. He shoved whatever papers that were scattered across his table into his binder, and subsequently did the same with the binder, into his bag. After collecting his property under the watchful eye of everyone within the room, the brunette made no effort to inconspicuously slip out of the room. No, he did as he usually had at his own chosen dismissal of the day: once silence quickly followed the rise of his person, he prominently swung his purse over his left shoulder, and sashayed to the door that led out to the serene corridor. But he didn't neglect leaving without slamming the door behind him, of course - for added effect. He always found nominal amusement in his outspoken ways, though after he successfully stood in the deafeningly silent hallway lit by LED lights, with no other person in sight, he let his facial expression smooth to rid it of the mischievous undertones. Nonchalantly did he then simply walk out of the large educational building; not a single sentiment written on his face, as the bell dismissing the remaining conforming lowlifes happened to shrill in his wake.

  As he calmly walked along the sidewalk in the direction of the car park, listening idly to the obnoxious chants and hollers a few meters behind him following the rest of the student body filing like a disorderly tidal wave out of the college's front entrance, Peizhi's mind casually flashed a quick image of something he'd happened to forget due to the day's tedious and monotonous contents draining his attention span - Jaejin's black eye. The brunette's perfect, fluid steps seemed to admittedly stutter slightly over the scrolling pavement as the sudden mental sight of the plum coloured patches stamping the other male's arms, and singular eye socket, played with his once indifferent vision. Dark eyebrows knit together in disturbance, as the flawlessly insouciant painting was finally scrapped from Peizhi's canvas of a face, and replaced with a visage breeding slight concern. 'Jaejin...' His sweet baritone voice uttered within the safety of his skull.

  Along with recalling the incident that happened earlier that morning, the brunette also gingerly recollected the deal he made with the other male. That was right - he was to grace Jaejin's house with his presence tonight... Peizhi's facial expression was erased of emotion once again at this slowly built revelation, as the thought lingered peculiarly on his tongue. This odd bitterness swelling over his taste buds reminded him once again: he wasn't supposed to be faltering in his values, and he wasn't supposed to be doing anything for anyone else dwelling on his planet. But the trail of flavour slithering down his throat as he attempted to swallow the underlying denial-riddled sentiments did nothing but make the bridge of his nose slightly crinkle with the unfamiliar tang. Subconsciously, he was aware that his moral code was becoming increasingly fractured the more time he fed to that one kid. However, he could not believe himself.

  The self doubt now racking his nerves made Peizhi's hands seek refuge in his hoodie's conjoined pocket. His fingers met their respective counterparts, and fiddled aimlessly in each others' company. Blackened auburn eyes only watched with a slightly shaken glaze tinted over them, as his boots furthered his person down the sidewalk, and soon to the open mouth of the car park.
  He just needed some oolong tea to refresh his soured palate.



  His motorcycle's boisterous, healthy purrs and roars gradually dissipated to leave only an unsettling silence once he'd reversed and retrieved his keys from the ignition of the vehicle. He'd made it back to his apartment building after paying a brief visit to the coffee shop, to hopefully relax for an impermanent amount of time prior to setting out for the house he'd only been a witness of twice. Peizhi's half lidded eyes blinked languidly as he lifted his helmet from encasing his head, the image of the large house that inhabited that 'kid' reeling itself behind his ocular devices. Fitting the stylish helmet under his right arm as he kicked the prop stand down and ceased straddling the seat of the bike, the brunette spent his precious time making his way up the designated stairs and down the short slew of halls before he arrived at his living quarters; his mind truly wandering at this point. He idly fiddled with his keys as he jiggled the correct one loose to open his front door's deadlock with, and eventually pushed his way through the mahogany portal.

  Frigid air was quick to envelop his clothed body as he was welcomed with his apartment's usual wintry climate upon entry. Peizhi's eyes regained some of their energy at the suddenly noticeable difference within the living room he now stood in and the stale air outside, and subsequently let out a booming sigh he'd been concealing for what felt like the entire day. It was a sigh for experiencing complicated feelings, a sigh for experiencing yet another boring day of courses, a sigh for just... a sigh's sake. Lazily staggering over to his black couch, it was only a succinct moment before he threw himself into the furniture's welcoming arms. Shoes and everything accessory still clinging to their respective body part, the brunette couldn't seem to find the energy to care about the intruding articles of clothing preventing him from truly relaxing as he sunk into the pleasant hold of the soft leather. His eyes were already closed and his nose was already delightfully inhaling the sweet aroma that always lingered within his living room- it reminded him of different things at different times, but this time's scent happened to rival a mocha frappe's.

  Meooow~... Peizhi's ears twitched when the heavenly silence of the room was just barely interrupted at the sound of a mewl, and his eyes also scrolled open steadily at the quiet noise that seemed to occur above him. He struggled to sit up from his laying postion, but this was mostly because the feline that had just greeted him was already seated atop of his chest; its hazel eyes looking at him brightly, as if it anticipated a greeting of its own. "Ah... Chunhua..." The corners of the brunette's full lips admittedly rose in an amused smile upon tunneling his vision on the cat being delicately lifted up and down by his even breaths. Peizhi gave a muted chortle when he lifted his hand and it was immediately nudged and cuddled with by the medium sized pet. "怎么了,女孩? 有什么事情会发生吗?" (What's up, girl? Anything happen today?) His hum of a voice merely made the cat murmur something in her own language once more, and so his meager smile remained playing over his lips as he simply watched his pet interact with his hand lovingly.

  "我今晚不会在这里。。。 你必须保住堡垒。" (I won't be here tonight... You have to hold the fort down.) The brunette's head tilted to the side as he spectated the elegant animal's effortlessly calculated movements, speaking to her in a tone that were as if he were communicating with a baby. "去见一个男孩。 你可能不会喜欢他。 他不像主人一样。" (Going to see a boy... You probably wouldn't like him... He's not like master.) His lips voluntarily tilted into a soft smirk as he spoke about Jaejin in such a way... to his cat. "我要疯了。" (I'm going crazy.) He said, while a lighthearted eye smile shifted his vision into slim upside down crescents.

  Peizhi caught himself spending around ten minutes petting Chunhua, reveling in the peace found within his paid sanctuary, before he made the effort of getting up from the leather chattel that seated four. He stretched his arms above his head once he was sloppily at his feet to get his blood more active, and eventually guided his line of sight to the clock on a wall near the galley kitchen. 8:26. He read the numbers with an indifferent facial expression. 'Should probably get a move on... Before the kid probably falls asleep at nine like the obedient pet he is...' The brunette's voice sounded within his mind drenched under a groggy tone, while his body creaked into a forward motion, towards his room. The patchwork Cymric cat followed her owner as he began to rip off his clothes, in preparation of a shower.

  9:24, the informal white numerals read as he pressed the home button to rudely wake up the screen of his phone. It seemed as though he lost track of time pampering himself. Smoothing his hands along the black sweater he slipped on over his torso, subsequently Peizhi ran a hand through his freshly washed midnight chestnut hair after he set his phone on the counter of his bathroom; his eyes locked on his crisp reflection in the mirror. The sharp gaze slithered over his own facial features, while the mind behind the scrutinizing contemplated what makeup he should apply for the visit. It was nighttime already, so nothing extraordinary, deemed his thought process. After all, it was only Jaejin that would be witnessing such art- therefore there was no real person to truly impress. The brunette slowly pressed his hands to one of the drawers slotted within the counter and retrieved the particular kit that he felt would appease his light weight needs.

  Meeew~... Chunhua continuously threaded herself between his legs as he adjusted his black, tastefully ripped skinny jeans over the slim aforementioned limbs; his gingerly applied makeup secure and his pampering coming to a progressive close whilst he finally exited his bathroom. A soft snicker traced his lips as Peizhi struggled to walk around his pet's playful movements, though he somehow was able to make it to his living room once more despite the cute animate obstacle. He slipped his boots from earlier back on, and eventually stretched in the same place he had around an hour prior. As his arms fell back to their respective sides, "该走了。保重。" (It's time to go. Take care.) He said, looking down at his cat's blank expression as she sat silently in front of his boots. Her eyes shimmered in the dim light bouncing off of the room's beige walls, and it made him feel rather guilty that he was to leave her alone for a while... But he felt an annoying inclination to meet the kid and not abandon the deal he made. He might be in an entirely contrasting league than the other male, but he wasn't one to suddenly go back on his word when a plan was derived. His moral code's surely a bit flawed within that thick skull, but that one common man's key thrives even in that harsh environment.

  "对不起。。。" (I'm sorry...) Peizhi sighed dejectedly - she was his queen, after all - and knelt quickly to pat the feline on her petite head before he went to gather his purse, and his bag as well. He shuffled back to his bathroom with the few baggage in hand, and stuffed a few items into the satchel at a blurred tempo. Following the item retrieval's success, the tall man at last deemed it was the correct time to head out for the journey towards the other male's home.



  9:54 was the true time the brunette arrived at Jaejin's sizable house - or at least a block or so away from it so that he could properly park his motorcycle in a safe place without being heard from within the particular residence's confines. He could do without hearing petty rants from the stuck up neighborhood about the vehicle's obnoxious gurgles at such a 'late time' at night, and without being caught doing what he intended to, once he was at his destination: the ground below a second story window on the right face of the home.

  'On a late second thought,' Peizhi's mind started to hum as his shadowed amber eyes stared with disbelief at the window above him, 'I should've asked him to clarify how I was going to get in, or at the very least where...' The piece of hindsight bitterly ate at his psyche as he simply stood stiffly, grasping at mental straws of how to handle the perplexing situation. He had no knowledge of what room this certain window could possibly belong to, but he didn't really have another option, as he'd gathered with a glance at the other transparent portals nearby. Second floor windows usually mean bedrooms, right...?

  Peizhi massaged the bridge of his nose with his left hand's index finger and thumb, in an attempt to get some feeling back in his drained face. He couldn't wrap his head around what he was actually figuring of doing. But what was he supposed to do, throw small pebbles at the glass to get someone's attention so that he could play music from his phone when they finally noticed?
  ...This wasn't some sort of love call from some type of dense romantic comedy.

  Stepping back a few feet from where he previously lingered, the brunette observed the wall he was going to scale up with dubiety colouring his irises, before properly launching himself for it. He expertly caught himself on the home's siding, and wasted no time in pushing himself up the wall. Somehow he neared the window he was seeking entry through sooner than he expected to, and latched his hands on the windowsill when it was just above his reach. Even if it was going well so far, and that he was actually quite impressed with himself for having the capabilities of a burglar, for some reason... this was immensely embarrassing for his superiority complex coated mentality. Why was he doing such a gratuitous feat for this kid? He sighed with disgust towards himself. He didn't know the answer to his own query, and it aggravated him. He never seemed to have an response for himself when it came to Jaejin, and that antagonized him even further.

  A very slightly vexed glaze replaced the prior disbelief within his eyes, as he held his body up with only his hands gripping at the prominent ledge. '...' Peizhi's mind had went numbly silent as his brain tottered on the possibility of bailing from this ridiculous effort. He should stop now, he was ruining his image, and for what? For who? Why is he doing this, why did it even get this far-- the brunette's eyes suddenly blinked widely in the midst of his internal argument when the flash of the discoloured contusions unevenly decorating Jaejin's arms blanked his mind. He only stared up at the window then, with vacant eyes, as his inner compass pointed nowhere. For the first time in a long, long while, Peizhi felt lost in his skin.

  Though his skin seemed to find him a moment or so afterward.

  He felt as though he could only watch as his left hand had moved to form a firm fist in front of the window's glass, and subsequently as his knuckles gently tapped against the cold surface. '...Please be right...' Miraculously, his mind seemed to be finished bickering with itself after recalling the true reason why he was there.

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송재진
"Live more freely than me."
Normally, Jaejin wouldn't mind the droning of his professor, the sound of pens and pencils scratching the surface of paper and marking its pristine surface with black ink or graphite, the ticking of the clock hanging above the door.

Today, however, it was different.

The usual sounds were accompanied by the insidious whispering of classmates around him, all discussing the events of today. Of course they had to see, of course they had to create fantastical ideas of what happened, their events often revolving around the false narrative of Jaejin being involved with the mob. Either that or he was beaten by Peizhi, as if Jaejin would ever try to fight him.

Sighing lightly behind the protective cover of his face mask, Jaejin comforted himself with the knowledge that gossip was a sin, and, therefore, the ones spreading ill intent would be punished justly. A grimace at his own malicious thoughts pulled harshly at his scab, and in turn, created a noticeable wince. In a strange turn of events, however, that ceased all mutterings throughout the classroom, multiple 'shush'ings echoing through his ears.

Perhaps... perhaps they were now cautious around him. He didn't exactly talk to anyone around him, no one knew the true story of what happened. Perhaps, just maybe, they were letting their fantasy worlds taint their perspective of the quiet male.

Time would tell if that was a good or a bad thing.

The second the bell rang, his professor added a few more hurried sentences as people rushed by, giving up as half the class filtered out the door in less than five minutes. Jaejin trailed behind the crowd, not too keen on being jostled around with the soreness currently radiating on his chest.

As he walked to the bus with a quickness that could rival a cheetah's, Jaejin could hear the tell tale whispering of people who knew about but not of him. It drove him crazy, wondering how people could casually talk about others with no care in the world. It was disgusting in his, admittedly pure, mind.

Soon, the bus was filled to capacity and they were off, the luxurious neighbourhood he called home the first stop. Ignoring the stares of other passengers, Jaejin mumbled a quick 'thanks' to the driver and rushed to one of the cookie cutter houses, one people envied but never really wanted, the only defining feature being the cherry red door and the number '106' in gold embellishing their mailbox.

Almost stalking through the door, Jaejin kicked off his shoes and, feeling bad, went back and placed them neatly by the door before running up to his room, gently shutting the door behind him. He couldn't take his anger out on his parents despite them being the ones to cause this as it wouldn't be the right thing to do. He had brought it upon himself and was continuing to ask for trouble.


"C-could you come over tonight?" He had been horribly embarrassed under Peizhi's scrutinizing gaze, a red flush overtaking his cheeks and neck, the stark purple of his bruises standing out even more. He hadn't been expecting the other to say yes, to agree to his silly request. "I-okay... thank you."

Gently peeling the mask away from his face, Jaejin slipped the sunglasses off of his face next and hesitated. He already knew what he looked like, he didn't want to see himself again. It was his punishment, however, for defying his father. Raising chocolate orbs to the mirror hanging on his closet door, Jaejin held back the flinch that threatened to take over him when he saw the sickly purple hanging around his right eye and left cheekbone, the dried blood flaking at the corner of his lip.

Walking over and gently shutting the door, Jaejin grabbed his mask and placed it back on, covering most of the mess that was currently residing on his face. Grabbing his book bag, Jaejin grabbed his notes and started to work on his homework, stopping only to stare at the blank wall in front of his desk, the slate blue was supposed to be a calming colour according to his mother but it only brought apathy.

Resting his good cheek on his palm, Jaejin turned around to look at his room, wondering if it was good enough. Despite spending most of his time in it, it was surprisingly dull. The queen sized bed was pushed against the wall next to the window, the pristine white sheets covered by an emerald green quilt. The walls were barren, nothing personal to them, the windows covered by the same emerald green curtains.

The only personality in the entire room would be his wardrobe and even then it was the same monochromatic black colour scheme. Heck, even his desk, something that should at least be a reflection of who he is, showed nothing. The black monitor of his computer screen reflected a clean desk, the only mess being a stack of school books.

A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts, his mother's sweet voice filtering through. "Jin, dinner's ready." Her voice was always happy, always lilting, and today he couldn't bear it. Fighting with himself for a moment, Jaejin shook his head despite the fact he had no audience.


"I'm not hungry, thank you." He could hear her discontentment at his answer, the furrowed brow and confused frown marring her pretty face. She mentioned something about making him a plate and left, most likely to placate his father.

Jaejin started to shrug off his hoodie until he caught sight of the hand print on his right arm and left wrist. No one had seen those and despite the heat in his room, he would keep the hoodie on.

It wasn't long until he heard a tapping on his window. He nearly jumped out of his skin before he realized who it was and quickly made his way to the window, opening it softly.
"Hey, uh, do you need a hand?" Jaejin cringed at how it sounded, that he couldn't have thought of anything better to say.

Still, he supposed it was better than nothing.
 
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鍾裴智
a crippled smile


  Peizhi's face felt drained and slightly displayed a thin layer of bland concern, as his blackened amber eyes intensely had a stare off with the curtains shading the window from the inside; he swore he saw a soft waft of the protective green shields a moment or so after he happened to knock. When the cotton emerald sea parted to present to him that one familiar silhouette, a relieved sigh filtered through the brunette's nostrils as his head went slack and hung down. His half-lidded gaze now peering passed his dangling boots, he expelled a smug huff of air through his growing mischievous smile, at the sound of the other male's probably snide offer. Peizhi's head languidly tilted back upwards to reelect Jaejin as the center of his vision. "Of course not. I'm just - hanging out." The playfully bitter words slithered from his full lips in a muted volume, prior to his arms gradually tugging his body up to the agape mouth of the window, his mouth forming the subdued words of caution for the other male as he did this.

  Casually sitting on the window ledge now, his legs kicking in the outside air carelessly, he attempted to glance at Jaejin's facial features, but was rather disappointed to see they were masked beneath the cloth eating half of his face. Though... It was probably for the best for now; witnessing the contusions and scars so early on in the visit would only boil his gelid blood quicker. But the brunette still felt a little out of place, knowing why the mask was on in the first place. He decided to divert his line of sight to instead rest on his own thighs, slightly experiencing a damp awkwardness due to the fact that this was his first encounter with the other within the confines of his home- well, nearly within. Peizhi's lips meagerly tightened into a line as he swallowed his cramped sentiments with the intention of speaking to break through the opaque silence that rested between them. "...Sorry I was rather late... maybe... You didn't exactly give me a time." He murmured, sure to keep his usually boisterous voice to a minimum so that no suspicion was brought to his illegal presence. "Did I scare you?" Soon an impish hint of emotion tugged upwards at his lips. "Sorry if I did." Peizhi nearly sang within a whisper, prior to finally glancing at Jaejin once more, this time with a much more animated appearance to the burnt umber orbs.

  "Care to give me a 'tour' of your room~?"

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송재진
"Live more freely than me."
Scoffing lightly at the rather lame pun, Jaejin stood to the side while Peizhi settled himself comfortably on his window sill. Jaejin was a little worried, the wood creaking precariously underneath the sudden weight it was now being forced to hold. He doubted too many birds would be able to sit on the ledge without it caving, the house had been owned by a family before them who didn't believe in upkeep.

It wasn't like his house was decrepit, rather, it just needed some tender loving care. The pipes screamed like it was trapped with the souls of the damned and the heater had a mind of its own, but it was still a nice house. In his opinion anyway. They had been fixing the squeaky floorboards since he was young, after all.

Eyes snapping back to the relaxed form of the male currently lounging on his window, Jaejin shrugged lightly. "It's alright... I did forget the time actually." A small chuckle escaped from behind the cloth mask. "I didn't think you'd agree to this." It was more of a whisper to himself at this point, his already quiet voice gradually becoming smaller and smaller due to nerves.

Why did Peizhi agree to this? What was different about Jaejin to make the other male talk to him. There were numerous people on their campus who would sell their soul to be the others friend and yet, here he was, in Jaejin's bland bedroom. It simply didn't make sense and he wished he had the answer.

Sadly it couldn't be that simple.

Looking back at his bare room, Jaejin stood back a little bit more, sweeping his arm in an almost grand gesture. "Well... my bed is to the right, my desk is right there-" He pointed across from where the foot of his bed was situated, the small glass top desk resting neatly in the corner. "The bathroom is across the hall and that's about it." Another pang of embarrassment hit him. There was nothing in his room of interest, perhaps the only thing being the computer and even then there was little on it.

"There's not a lot to do, sorry..."
 
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鍾裴智
a crippled smile


  The brunette's eyes ogled at the minimalist sights that Jaejin pointed out within the room; the slither of a guided vision eventually coming to a stop as the gap between the two fell silent again. While the aforementioned line of sight happened to stutter to a halt at one of the blank walls that cased the particular room, Peizhi's vocal chords vibrated in a seemingly displeased hum. "Mm... Your room is incredibly boring, y'know," He sassed, shaking his head idly. "I'm no interior decorator, but..." As the blue paint coating the wall he stared at settled atop of his iris, the Chinese male hummed once more, prior to finally swinging his legs into the room's stiff caress, since the creaking of the windowsill wasn't aiding his mindset. His boots gently placing themselves atop of the floor, he smoothly straightened up to his full height, and lifted his eyes around the room once more now that he was properly engulfed inside. The opinion he stated before wasn't altered with the second phase of scrutiny, though he simply shrugged it off for now instead of restating the same comment.

  "...Nothing to do..." Peizhi started softly, "Yeah, I can tell. But that's okay, I brought some stuff." The brunette dimly exclaimed, gesturing to his satchel that somehow survived the dangling climb. "No offense, but I did foresee this place being boring as hell." He gave a quick crooked smile towards Jaejin, and gazed at the bed against the wall. "But we can make our own fun, after all." The snide comment tickled his own humour, causing a soft chortle to evacuate from his lips. As the short laugh died down, Peizhi shook his head, as if to moderately defuse his possibly lewd remark. "Nah, but... it's true, we can find stuff to do. I'm not exactly an entertainer but this can be a fun time if you want it to be."

  Why was it even supposed to be a fun time? Why was it any time at all? His mind's discontented tendencies started to ramble at him again for even being there. It immensely bothered his subconscious that he was going through with this, but the front of his mind was beginning to overrule the rants. The fact that Peizhi didn't get frequent migraines surprised him; it's as if three people lived within his skull, constantly pushing and pulling him to be one way or the other, or a mix of both. Worried that the back of his mind's displeasure would bleed over his facial expression, the brunette soon turned his head sharply to the side of the room where Jaejin wasn't lingering. Just enough time for the unrest to fade from his psyche. Though... it was growing to be mildly concerning to Peizhi that he cared that much about these emotions being noticed by the other - wasn't he supposed to be perpetually displaying resentment? Why'd he care that significantly if he was seen as he usually was?

  "...Sorry." The brunette eventually murmured, returning back to the uneasy Peizhi from before. He peered down at his boots, searching for a plausible excuse.

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"Live more freely than me."
Jaejin barely held back a wince despite thinking the exact same thing, the harshness behind the fact that someone else was pointing out the blandness of his room, the lack of personality, stung more than anything else. If it weren't for the fact that the other continued to speak, Jaejin was positive that an awkward silence would've fallen.

He did his best to listen to what Peizhi was saying, the fog in his brain humming incessantly to capture his attention failing for once. Jaejin didn't want to be a rude host, after all. "None taken, honestly." He replied, curiosity now piqued. Jaejin was like a cat in that respect, anything that captured his attention needed to be acquired or studied and it was all too easy for something simple to trap him or his interest.

It was how his parents kept him so quiet as a child. Instead of chattering on about going outside to a park, he kept busy with numerous puzzles and brain teasers. His mother always said it was so he'd keep his pale skin, but he knew later on it was due to their agoraphobia. He was sure it didn't start until he was born and, despite the good neighbourhood, they didn't trust anyone around him.

Jaejin didn't realize until he got older that it was a lonely existence.

'This can be a fun time if you want it to be.' Of course he'd want it to be, the fact that it could be anything else set a spark of anxiety off in his chest, the possibility that it was, in fact, going to be a terrible time. He would lose the only person he could tentatively call a friend and would then go back to his lonely state of being.

Clearing his throat, Jaejin shook his head and smiled despite the pain that set the nerves in his face alight. "It's alright." He shifted and sat down on his bed, trying to ignore the boots that were now resting on hardwood floor. His mother would throw a fit if she saw someone wearing shoes in her house, the grudge she held at one of the neighbourhood mothers for doing so was still well and alive after seventeen years. "What did you bring?" He looked at the satchel with barely concealed curiosity, eagerness shining through clearly in his voice.
 





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鍾裴智
a crippled smile


  Peizhi's barely wandering eyes continued to search the wooden surface surrounding his shoes, as he heard the faint sounds of shifting within the room dimly lift to his ears. He hadn't expected the sentiment to develop, but after having actually entered the home through illegitimate methods, he felt tense, and he couldn't help his mind from figuring it was due to how the general house was... just too eerily calm. It made him feel on edge, despite the irony in the fact. It didn't have the texture of his own abode upon entry; cold, yet ultimately cozy, and tastefully decorated - it screamed to the brunette, 'vacant souls live here.' And if the male felt inclined to be honest... the mental assumption wasn't that far off from correct. From all that he could gather from Jaejin's few bare verbal explanations alone, and his own personal preconceptions of them, the other's parents didn't seem to be normal. Peizhi wondered if they were practical dolls, blandly living by a predestined agenda and forcing their son to conform to the same lifestyle. Though, then again, was it that they weren't normal, or that he wasn't?

  Peizhi was on the brink of slipping into a standing daydream as his irises felt glued to the floorboards beneath him, when he was brought back to the land of coherence with the sound of a voice pinging at his eardrums. The brunette blinked at the utterance, severing his staring contest with the ground, and went to guide his vision to instead lock on Jaejin once more. The query the other asked softly echoed in his now empty skull, while he cleared his throat with the intention of answering accordingly. "Oh," He started quietly, languidly going to press his thin finger tips at the satchel's flap, "You're curious already? That was quicker than I expected in my head." Peizhi offered a small upwards curve of his lips as he commented what he did; his legs eventually maneuvering his body to the other's location at the luxurious cot. When he arrived after the very succinct journey, he hesitated at first- hesitated to sit on another's bed without an invitation. However, he was Peizhi, right? Although there was a noticeable pause before he did so, the brunette's superiority complex overruled the irresolution his bones experienced and indeed broke a possible universal rule, sitting a short distance away from Jaejin atop of the bed's surface.

  "Hmm..." There were no qualms in his gentle hum as he sat comfortably now, beginning to rummage through the stylish bag he'd brought along. "Well, first things first..." The nominal sounds of his left hand searching for an unsaid item came to a close, as a more prominent crunching replaced it, "Since I feel you're probably so incredibly sheltered and monitored that you can't eat it hardly ever, if at all - I brought some candy." Peizhi explained, lightly placing a medium sized plastic package containing a diverse range of sweets atop of the bed's cover, to prove he wasn't joking. "...Do you like candy?" He poked the bag and pushed it just barely closer to the other with his slender index finger, with a genuinely curious glint in his gaze.

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"Live more freely than me."
Tilting his head gently to the side as Peizhi made his way cautiously to his bed, a few unruly strands from his bangs falling from place to rest irritatingly against his eyelid. It felt like needles stabbing him in the eye and, to him, it would be more awkward to brush them back in to place. "You bring a bag into my house and don't expect me to question it quickly?" Jaejin kept his tone light, as if he was afraid of offending the other.

He felt like a rabbit treading lightly around a wolf, one that looked ready to attack.

Jaejin wondered if Peizhi was comfortable enough. The hesitation to sit on his bed was disconcerting, the fact that his room was a mere shell of what it could be. The fact that it felt cold and clinical could be off putting to many and Jaejin hoped that the other didn't feel that way. However... if he were to be honest with himself, it would take a miracle for anyone to feel any type of comfort in this room. The only reason he could was merely by chance of being born into the family he was, of growing up in the room.

He couldn't imagine what it looked like from an outsiders perspective. It it was really as lonely as it seemed.

When Peizhi started talking again, an almost comforting murmur in his too quiet room, Jaejin was embarrassed by how his ears perked up when he heard the word 'candy'. He hadn't been as sheltered to be denied candy yet it had to be the kind his parents bought. When he was younger, they'd buy the kind he liked. When he was older, it started to shift to the kind his parents liked, the taste of ginseng candy would never leave his nightmares.

Eying the package now sitting innocently on his bed, the colourful shapes sitting in the bag, Jaejin nodded his head. "I do..." He answered, hesitating ever so slightly in offering those words. Was it really okay for him to take? "Just... I don't know what type and I wouldn't want to waste any."

He supposed that was answer enough, the fact that he didn't know the names of any of the candies he liked was a neon sign. It was tempting, however, to try some. Could he give into temptation?

The thoughts swirled around, the conflicting answers from each one creating a confusing mess. Temptation was a sin but it was also so very sweet.
 





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a crippled smile


  A look of pleased satisfaction sparkled in the brunette's ashy amber orbs upon hearing the hushed answer of his prior query.

  It was, dare he think, cute, how the other responded.

  Peizhi's head lightly cocked to the side in a sympathetic manner, before he eventually gazed at the snared candies within the clear package again. He waded in his passing thoughts for a moment, before he started to counter the other's statement. "Well... How will we figure out which ones you like or don't, if you don't try them?" He questioned back, slowly stretching his hand out to grasp the bag once more. Once in hand, his long, pale fingers prodded the coat of plastic, to rearrange and better observe the rainbow's diversity of options inside. "I don't care if you don't like one that you try; even if you discard of it after trying, it's not wasted... Because you learned you don't like it. And that's worth it to me." It was, perhaps, a silly thing to feel right then, but the brunette felt a twinge of passion pass through his reassuring words. It was his vehement tendencies leaking through the verbal social interaction for once, and miraculously, he didn't feel it was ill placed. He wanted to stress over that the other knew that whatever he does, he doesn't do to be squandered. He makes things count, regardless.

  "I want you to try at least some of them." Peizhi lifted his eyes towards Jaejin, tossing the bag at his lap gently after his pressed comment. "Really. You cannot waste any of them by trying. You'd be wasting the gift if you didn't." His voice was a little more stern than he intended it to be, but in this type of situation, it was out of his control to tamper with the execution of the brisk tone- he wasn't a fan of his sincere offerings not being seized immediately; it borderline offended him. He gave a short nod towards the other, to pile on the assurance, before ultimately resuming the rummaging of his bag, like before. "Open it up and let me know which one you try first, okay?" He was enabled to add the following comment in a softer tone, as he continued to snoop within his own satchel, pondering over which item to display next after a few of the candies were consumed. "Toss one at me, too? I don't care what it is." He murmured happily; his stiffness from before seemingly fading as he loosened up.

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"Live more freely than me."
Listening to the other only served to make him feel more guilty at his conflicting thoughts, of the suspicion he had placed on the seemingly innocent bag sitting on his bed. For thinking that Peizhi was an agent of temptation, ready to lead him away from the path his parents placed him on.

Perhaps his parents really didn't know what they were talking about. Perhaps something as simple as candy from an outside source wasn't as bad as they believed.

"That's true..." He murmured, trailing off as though he were about to say something else. How was he to respond, the other male currently sitting on his bed offered words of encouragement when he was expecting a disinterested reply. Something along the lines of 'Try them or not, it's of no consequence to me.'. The Peizhi he met just a few days ago seemed like a foreign figure, the standoffish male was surprisingly... soft?

No. That wasn't the right word.

Jaejin couldn't place his finger on it he just knew that he felt as if he were in a fantasy world.

Slowly Jaejin's long, ivory fingers reached for the bag and, with clumsy movements, he opened the parcel. Thanks to his awkwardness in opening anything made of plastic, it crinkled loudly throughout the room. His heart jumped and stuttered in his chest as he sent a panic stricken look to his door, as if it were about to burst open. After a few moments and deep breaths, he realised that his parents were still downstairs eating dinner, most likely in a silence that was only momentarily broken by awkward attempts at a decent conversation by his mother and short, stilted answers from his father.

Clearing his throat, Jaejin reached into the bag and picked a bright red candy for himself before randomly passing a coloured sweet for Peizhi. "Thank you."

A genuine smile graced his face before he popped the candy in his mouth, the intense flavour of artificial cherry hitting his taste buds instantly. It was almost too much and yet it was satisfying, despite his teeth aching from the sudden sweetness they were exposed to.

"These are actually really good." He stated dumbly, as if they were going to be anything but.

Jaejin would have to be careful, the warnings implanted in his mind by his parents echoed loudly. "I, um, I probably shouldn't have any more though." He was worried, of course he was. He wouldn't easily be swayed off of the path he was set on, but perhaps taking a step or two off couldn't hurt.

"Thank you again." It was truly a tragedy that his conversational skills were lacking "thank you"s made up at least fifty percent of any conversation he had.
 
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a crippled smile


  The brunette's hand aimlessly fished around in the lot of discernible contents within his bag, as the sounds of plastic wrinkling stung at the previous silent space occupying his ears. Considering the excess noises sounded as if someone who didn't know how to open a bag was attempting to do just that, Peizhi's inquisitive eyes flickered their gaze upwards for a slow second, to spectate Jaejin's small troubles and winces at successfully ripping the protective coat. He just barely contained the blurt of a laugh he wanted to release at the puzzling sight - was he serious, being barely able to tear the feeble casing? The Chinese male's line of sight couldn't help watching the other for a second longer before he guided it back to his bag, when Jaejin actually ripped the bag. What an innocent kid - who wasn't even a kid, Peizhi's mind had hummed.

  "Mhm," His vocal chords had also vibrated in a bland response to the thanks he was given, as he caught the candy he was passed. He glanced at the colour that engulfed the particular sweet, and shrugged nominally, not minding that it was green apple, as he placed the compact verdant edible carefully on the middle of his tongue. He reeled the sour-at-first candy into his mouth to be jostled around by his taste buds, while his eyes once again wandered to Jaejin to curiously witness the other's reaction. The taste of candy wasn't foreign to him, so Peizhi wasn't too impressed with the residue his tongue was being blanketed in, it was normal, if not subpar - therefore he was more concerned about seeing what the other thought about it. "Is that so." He commented in a focused manner, after Jaejin had remarked on how his was; the burnt amber irises not faltering a bit as he very intently watched the younger male partake in his gift. It pleased him that his gift was being enjoyed, he just wasn't going to display that sentiment very vividly, as it was to be expected by his ego that people generally enjoy his gifts.

  Though, upon hearing the verbal expression breeding the denial of the consumption of the remaining candies, Peizhi's eyes fell to a displaced spot atop of the bed's comforter, his eyebrows knitting. He brushed off the second thanks this time, not even giving a hum at it, as if it weren't worthy of being dignified with even a wordless response. He seemed to ignore it. "But you only had one..." He murmured, starting to feel a bit offended - but he felt inclined to reel the snap that was going to occur back into his mouth before it even had the opportunity of spilling out. Due to the changing of gears suddenly, his lips hung open for a moment, before, "...You don't have to have anymore right now, don't worry about it,"

  Peizhi blinked at the comforter, contemplating how much he meant the statement, prior to his ocular devices slithering back to his own bag, once again. He felt as if he had to backtrack to stop himself from saying what was on his mind. "But I want you to keep them at least." He said, somewhat appeasing the war in his head. "Remember me with the sight of looking at them, eh?" The words miraculously came out in a happy tone, despite the situation being rather bittersweet to his psyche. "...I'm really not taking them back so I won't take no as an answer to that... It was a gift, after all." As he spoke softly, his hands worked to feel around for a specific object within his satchel, at long last, since he deemed that it was the unsaid time to move onto the next item for the practical 'show and tell.'

  "Besides..." Peizhi started as his hands fell upon the thing he was looking for with the bag, beginning to feel pleased with himself as his demeanor shifted to one he's more known for; mischievous and on top of the world. (And thankfully, as well; the weak and unstable disposition he's been displaying the entire visit wasn't clicking with his brain.) "I'm sure you'll randomly eat some more while I do this, for you." His fingers at last held up an exceptional, brand new makeup kit for the other to see.

  "I'm dying to fix that face."

  The offense was most likely intentional, with the lack of defining he meant the black eye and scar.

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"Live more freely than me."
It was true, he had only taken one of the numerous coloured sugar filled treats when he wanted to devour the whole bag. The warnings of his parents throughout his developmental years still rang loudly in his ears the more time he spent with Peizhi.

Did his parents know he would run into someone like this down the line? Was that the reason behind their controlling nature all these years?

Ridding those fantastical thoughts from his head, Jaejin felt heat rush to his cheeks at the other's words, his mind misconstruing them into something they surely weren't. "Uh." He coughed, the sound a little too loud in the deafening silence in the room.

At least, the silence seemed oppressive to him despite the fact that Peizhi had been talking just moments before.

"I will? Jaejin cringed at the stilted words and at himself for being unable to be confident. He was too awkward, too unsure. How would anyone take him seriously if he were like this for the rest of his life? How could he survive in the world, by himself, in the professional world if he couldn't be sure of his words?

Fingers picking at a loose thread on his seemingly pristine comforter, Jaejin watched with barely concealed curiosity once more as Peizhi rummaged through the bag, wondering what the other would bring out this time. When a pristine black box came into view, words written in an extravagant font on the hard cover, it took a moment for Jaejin to realise what it was. It clicked when he remembered a girl in one of his classes holding a similar box to 'fix her face'.

"A-ah wait a minute!" He practically shouted, moving back minutely as though that would make a difference. "Isn't makeup for girls? M-my pastor teaches us that men wearing makeup is a sin, that it isn't right." He wasn't aware if he were digging a hole for himself, he didn't know why Peizhi carried a makeup case with him, and he certainly didn't know why Peizhi wanted to put it on him.

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olol sorry man i had surgery and idk what the ending was so i'm blaming it on that and not the fact that i'm a shitty writer
 
you're fine man ily






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鍾裴智
a crippled smile


  Peizhi very merely blinked at the sight of the other male moving slightly away from him after he showed what activity was next to take place; his fingers continuing to hold the kit up with care as his facial expression remained stoic, even at the rise of the younger's voice. He listened to the words slipping into his ears, and felt his lips crinkling a bit with the struggle of holding back a guffaw. 'Men wearing makeup is a sin,' tickled him exponentially, making a few snickers slip through his greatest attempts at continuing to be silent. The brunette set the kit carefully upon his lap as he gathered his composure; the desire to laugh zealous making him nearly tremble. Dropping his eyes to the case of makeup as he picked at its slim edges, "...'Isn't makeup for girls'..." He happened to reiterate with a slight mocking tone, as if he were questioning if he heard the query right with a grain of added humour.

  It goes without saying that Peizhi was a huge fan of makeup. Applying it, wearing it, observing others wearing it and applying it, learning more things about it-- quite literally anything about it intrigued him, he loved the things it could accomplish and how fun it was to do. He thought of it as an art to be able to do it well, and it's without needing to reinforce the fact that he was a self proclaimed artist of this genre. He's been called extremely feminine when this female-dominated aspect is paired with his sassy and egotistical tendencies, but it's no skin off of his nose when he is labeled this way. Considering he is exceptionally feminine, even being homosexual - it's not at all wrong, so he doesn't bother denying when those sort of rumours circulate.

  Not that he actually ever denies anything ever.

  Coming down from his successfully muted laughing fit, the brunette sat with tranquility within his skin, quietly contemplating over the possible retorts in what he should actually respond with. It kindly set him on a forked path of choices, what the other had said upon seeing the catalyst of his future intentions. "...Uh, men wearing makeup isn't wrong," Peizhi at last commented, glancing at Jaejin with a more stern gaze than his first verbal stutter let on. "I don't know what other assorted trash they're filling your head with but it's perfectly fine to wear makeup, even as a male. It's not at all a sin..." He huffed at the end of his statement, at the thought of his most genuine favourite hobby being deemed with such disrespect within the other's mind. "It helps people. Why is that a sin?" The brunette clicked open the kit expertly without looking at it as he spoke. "Just because it's with a gender that isn't thought of as 'the norm'... That's a bit flawed, don't you think?"

  Peizhi blinked his eyes down at the kit after a moment, dwelling on his last words as the shadowed umber irises slithered over the selection of soft, untouched colours inhabiting the small box. "...No, really," He started, "What do you think, Jaejin? You... Not whoever's telling you what to think, what do you think?" The question was authentically executed, with a tint of perplexing curiosity behind the words. "You're so mixed up in what everyone tells you, you must instantly believe all of this shit within seconds of hearing it... Do you never think for yourself, Jaejin?" Although he really wasn't looking to make the mere conversation about makeup suddenly reflect the meaning of life, the Chinese male really wanted to start planting his seeds of doubt in the other's head.

  For what reason?

  Well, he himself assumed it was the one that animated his desires for causing future chaos, but there was a pesky residue remaining that coated his subconscious, saying as if it were for other purposes he didn't know of yet.

  "You are aware you can think for yourself, right?"

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"Live more freely than me."
At the use of the mocking tone Jaejin flinched, the flush on his cheeks burning brighter in shame. He should've kept his mouth shut, he should've just agreed no matter how awkward it would've been. He ruined the somewhat tense but pleasant atmosphere. Jaejin could feel his hands shaking as he felt the negative emotions run through him, the heat in his room becoming unbearable with his hoodie on. He wanted to take it off, he really did, but he couldn't show even more bruises.

'Weak' That's what he was, letting someone call his views, the things he was taught every Sunday, trash. If he were a different person, if he were a little more jaded from his parent's beliefs and parenting methods, perhaps he would've agreed with Peizhi. He could stand someone disagreeing with his views, he could stand someone having different views. However, to have someone openly denounce and insult them...

To have someone assume that he couldn't think for himself just because he happened to agree with what he was told; that hurt him more than anything else Peizhi could say.

Sure, it didn't make that much sense. Yes, he wasn't sure why it was a sin. He knew that there were men who wore makeup, yet it was usually men who were attracted to other men. In his (parent's) eyes, that was wrong and despite any of the questionable feelings he felt, he knew that the only 'right' order was a man and a woman. At least, that's what he told himself. That's what he was told.

That's why his parents kept pushing him to write to their friend's daughter.

"I...I can think for myself." His voice started off meek, the thoughts of ruining a friendship still plaguing his mind and, therefore, making his weary to say what he felt. "And while you have a point... I-I don't think those teachings are trash." He chose to ignore the curse word the other used as he was sure that was the first time harsh language had ever been uttered in his household.

His argument was pathetic, much like he felt, and it left more to be desired. He wasn't sure that Peizhi would believe him if he told the other that he could think for himself as he did parrot teachings. Even in school, he rarely thought differently than from what the professors taught, often taking their word as the gospel truth when he knew that that was false in some instances.

Clearing his throat, Jaejin looked down at his hands and fought to keep them still, to keep his body from trembling with the multiple, conflicting emotions running through his body at this point in time. He was frustrated, yes, but also remorseful. He didn't want to sour the mood, was petrified of doing so, and yet he had to ruin it.

"I'm sorry." He muttered in his native tongue, almost too quiet for any living creature to hear. If Peizhi seemingly wouldn't try to understand his side, perhaps Jaejin could try to understand the other. He really only heard one side of the story, the one his church told him. "How would you "fix" my face?" He spoke a bit louder, a little more confidently.

It was a contrast to his body language, his eyes still focused on his hands and his shoulders drawn together protectively.

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hAH thx man
 
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鍾裴智
a crippled smile


  The soft palettes neatly decorating the kit within his grasp continued to consume his vision fully, as he listened to the few reserved words the other male spoke with cautious ears. Jaejin's use of his overly feeble voice while he attempted to defend his daft beliefs merely made Peizhi blink blandly; the brunette's instincts reflexively making him huff upon hearing that the other claimed he could indeed think for himself. It was beyond difficult to believe such a weakly executed verbal declaration - actually, it was practically impossible for the caliber of person that Peizhi was to even dignify that he heard the malarkey that was just shoved into his ears.

  He, very audibly, smacked his lips, when the younger male attempted to move passed the harsh scrutiny and demeaning of his nonsensical teachings, with a slight change of tone being drenched over his topic alteration. It was funny, as it seemed Jaejin suddenly tried to appear more courageous towards the Chinese male with his 'daring' question. Although Peizhi still felt the incredible desire to continue tearing apart Jaejin's hypocritical brain to shreds, he successfully forced himself to push passed the forming impulse to make more trouble, to humour the younger male and his intrepid inquiry. "...Don't be silly," He started smugly, at last clicking his chin up to the correct angle to peer at the other's facial features, "A true artist can fix any flaw they come across." As he spoke, Peizhi expertly began fiddling with a thick fanned brush, tapping it against an edge of the small box containing Jaejin's future transformation. "I have to see that black eye gone, for as long as I'm here. Then I'll fix what I feel is also incorrect on your face-"

  He snorted internally at his phrasing before resuming.

  "...For a night, I can make you feel like a princess." The brunette sang these concluding words, as he knew they were the worst possible ones to use in such a combination. Since he knew now that Jaejin only thought of makeup as a girl-only item, he felt like using a statement that would imply the other would suddenly become more feminine after he was finished applying the so-called effeminate layers. It was to tease the offending thoughts that swirled in that kid's head - the back of Peizhi's mind was still feeling a little sore due to the fact the other might be homophobic, if what he assumed about Jaejin's further 'teachings' were accurate.

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"Live more freely than me."
For a tense moment, Jaejin thought that Peizhi wouldn't let his careless remark slide, would continue to push the subject until he caved. He would never be good at confrontations, no matter how simple or complicated they may be. It didn't matter how well organised his thoughts were. he was too clumsy in his delivery, to shy and submissive to actually attempt a verbal fight.

He got tongue tied easily, awkwardly stuttering through a sentence before fading off into silence.

If he continued like this, it was possible that Jaejin would have to live as a recluse, avoiding human contact like the plague for the rest of his life. Sure, it would be lonely, however, it would be for the best. He couldn't survive in a dog eat dog world.

Self-consciously bringing a hand to his face, Jaejin gingerly touched around the bruised areas on his face. "I-it's not that bad." He lied through his teeth, knowing full well how nasty the deep purple of the bruise was. He wasn't looking forward for the sickly yellows that would bloom when they started to heal. He was also put off by the comment the other male made, about other imperfections.

Sure, some parts of his face were a little oily and uneven, but that didn't mean it wasn't perfect. Unless his mother lied to him. He washed his face every morning and evening and hoped for the best. Other than that, he didn't have to worry.

He was a man after all, and they didn't have to worry too much about their skin's appearance.

Wincing at what seemed to be a poor choice of words, Jaejin tried to ignore the sudden image of him in the heavy makeup some of his classmates wore. Perhaps it was deliberate, payback for his rude comment earlier. It wouldn't surprise him to tell the truth. "I." He started before pausing.

He what? He trusted the other?

While that wasn't false, it wasn't true either. He didn't fully trust the other, especially after the previous conversation. Peizhi seemed like a person to do things out of spite, to play a trick on someone for upsetting him. So, to an extent, Jaejin really didn't trust the other at this time. Especially when it came to changing any aspect on his own face.

With a resigned sigh in his mind, Jaejin tried to not let the defeat show on his face. "I trust your decisions." He wanted to add more, stipulations for the products that were used, but he was at a loss. He didn't know what any of the products were, what the difference between foundation and concealer was.

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the thanks is with putting up with my long ass poofs from posting
 
"""nothing to thank lol"""






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a crippled smile


  "Yeah, of course it's not that bad, if you're blind." The snide remark sneaked its way under his breath, as Peizhi continued to peer at the other, his impatience slightly tingling and shocking his limbs. The excess energy being used to perpetually tap the brush he held against the plastic edge of the kit, the brunette actually pondered if the kid would outright deny his offer. He observed the other's feeble touches around his contusions with a sharp glint featured in his gaze, while the bitter thoughts and considerations scrolled through his mind a bit prematurely. Naturally, his face started to display these sentiments through a coat of light irritation, though he was actually able to keep the negative morphing of his visage to a minimum with the added distraction of Jaejin speaking brokenly once more.

  The first utterance Jaejin murmured made the older male merely blink, and abruptly hold his brush still, therefore ceasing the muted but still plaguing tapping noises. The blink was contrived of blatant expectation, as this was led on with the assistance of his right eyebrow lifting into a questioning stance. When silence absorbed the two of them again at the sudden pause, 'You what.' Peizhi's mind snipped, his mental tone sounding a bit lackluster with wariness. As the other appeared to be spinelessly mulling over some few words to continue his unfinished statement, the brunette merely sat with his skin steadied; his breaths slow, and languid, with a peaceful lifting and deflating partaking beneath his chest. He was calm, with his facial expression screaming, 'go on.'

  However, when the silence was at last broken, it was practically music to his ears. He didn't mind waiting for the response Jaejin gave. At the assumed victory, Peizhi's facial features were instantaneously swallowed by his default cocky and boisterous demeanour; a noticeable change of air swirling around him quickly as he felt he owned the world once more. Then again, when did he ever not?

  "Wonderful!" He practically purred the comment with delight, exponentially pleased with the gathering of the other's consent. "As you always should." Peizhi half smiled, his left cheek crinkle coming out to play in the mischievous games. While the brunette nudged his bag out of the way and started to move a bit closer to the other, "But, really," he started, "You don't need to worry. If you think I'm just going to draw inappropriate things on your face, get it right, drama queen: I am a serious artist. I would never deface my own reputation by doing those things." He finished with a very prominently proud voice, prior to deeming himself close enough to Jaejin after a couple of seconds of shimmying near him. Peizhi clapped his hands together when he was in his barely new location, the kit happening to find its gentle way to the comforter before the action. He, admittedly felt giddy. It's been a while since he was able to apply makeup on someone else. A new face's contouring to learn... New eyes to shadow, and line, even flare... Finally having to prepare a new concealer concoction, among other applicable palettes... The Chinese male was extremely animated and enthusiastic to begin.

  When he gained a little composure after the excited butterflies ceased choking his trachea, "Take 'em off." Peizhi boldly stated, gesturing to the other's covered face, preparing ahead of time to witness the discolouring of the other's skin up close, to attempt to prevent an inevitable wince.

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"Live more freely than me."
Despite his attempts to make things right, Jaejin could tell that there was still a poisonous undertone to the thick atmosphere that now permeated the air. The others tone sounded too sickly sweet in his ears, his mouth watering with the feeling of wanting to puke. Jaejin could feel his heartbeat accelerating too- a feeling he was all too familiar with. However, this could all be part of his imagination, all part of his anxious mind playing tricks on him, making him feel insecure and uncomfortable.

He couldn't help the panic. It was as natural to him as breathing, it was all too easy for him to make the smallest thing feel like the end of the world. Perhaps Peizhi wasn't as mad at him as he thought, the male really could be cheerful, and yet...the feeling of something being wrong wouldn't leave him.

Jaejin should have kept his mouth shut, alas, hindsight was a cruel mistress.

"Again... I meant it when I said I trusted your decision. I never thought of you drawing something inappropriate." He hesitantly offered, his tone gentle for the confidence he put behind his statement. Was he trying to placate the other? He didn't know. The words had escaped him without his volition and made themselves known for whatever reason. He could have nodded, put a thumbs up, anything that was nonverbal and yet his brain chose this.

It had probably gone without saying that Jaejin trusted Peizhi- to an extent. He didn't have to reconfirm this.

A pale hand reached up and pulled his mask down. He personally didn't feel it was too bad, it was just a scab or two on his lips- something that would heal quickly from what the internet told him. The main bruising resided near his eyes and cheekbones, his jaw was thankfully just lightly bruised. With the way that night had ended, Jaejin was honestly surprised he had gotten off this lightly.

Ha... as if this was "light". Truthfully, it could've been worse but it was still bad from an outsiders point of view.

"It's really not that bad..." He mumbled, careful not to strain any of the scabs. It had been a pain when they split earlier.
 








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Although he had an exponentially hard time believing the other's statement due to his own concrete assumptions shouting at him, telling him otherwise from within the confines of his mind, Peizhi felt a twinge of pleasant comfort tickle his arms nonetheless. His thick skull was sure Jaejin didn't truly mean that he trusted him in actuality, but it was nice to hear the verbal claim, despite it being most likely contrived of false contents - though he could surely brush away that negative aspect for a while to revel carelessly in the moment. He didn't dignify the aforementioned words with a response of his own, but he made sure to fling a playfully questioning raise of his eyebrow at the other, wordlessly saying 'really, now?'

As he sat up in his utmost tallest stature eagerly, the brunette both curiously and regretfully kept his gaze locked on the younger male as he'd went to remove the obstacles preventing Peizhi from seeing the canvas he was rightfully granted. Reflexively cocking his chin to the right at the rather distressing sight that was unveiled before him, Peizhi's prior light demeanour stuttered and morphed into a more hurt one. As his blackened amber eyes traced over Jaejin's bruised facial features, over the unfamiliar swatches of uneven and sickly violet blotching the ivory complexion in front of him, the Chinese male's throat clenched with a rising sense of contempt towards the other's parents again.

It had built up exceptionally during the conversation the two were holding before, however at the flash of recalling what those monsters were physically capable of doing to their own son, passed all of the malarkey they enforce and pronounce as gospel, it resurfaced strongly within Peizhi's cold, pretty pitiful excuse for a heart. Jaejin was a good kid - a little misguided and too innocuous, sure - but he didn't deserve anything near what he'd received as a punishment... especially not because of a person merely fiddling with the younger's day in the slightest way possible.

Peizhi's eyebrows had knit together firmly as he nearly lost himself in thoughts tainted by the contusions found on Jaejin's face, though thankfully he hadn't completely drifted away from consciousness, as he was aware he had a self appointed job to do. He knew he had been staring rather rudely at the painful blemishes consuming his eyesight, but there wasn't much he could do about that fact. How was he supposed to get used to the fact that the other was abused? Was he supposed to brush it off like it was nothing and just continue onto the makeup? Because he wasn't going to. He couldn't, and he never would. His daily mindset might be a little skewed, but he knew what was truly wrong when it appeared in front of him - it was only ironic considering the bully-like rumours that circulate around his name and presence.

"...Jaejin," The brunette started after a moment, clearing his throat before he began feebly. "Jaejin, I know I'm helping you with covering this up temporarily, but... Makeup doesn't just magically make this okay, alright?" Peizhi murmured, slanting his lips while he commenced mixing pools of palettes in the kit. "You can't just... forgive and forget this type of thing... Even if they are your parents." Slowly bringing a fanned brush up to the other's cheeks, the Chinese male started to work overly gently, as he spoke his clouded mind in a slew of faint murmurs. "...You probably think of me as a virus trying to corrupt you by now but, really... abuse is abuse... They have no right to harm you. Never think that they do..."

Even though he was completely sure to apply the makeup over the bruises very softly, Peizhi himself still winced while gradually masking the discoloured patches. He's never had to cover up such circumstances, not on himself nor anyone else, so he could only imagine the foreign concept of what the experience felt like for Jaejin during these moments.

"I'm sorry if this is hurting you..."
 

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Keeping his eyes fixed on the unremarkable comforter he was currently sitting on, Jaejin could feel the others gaze fixed firmly on the bruises painting his pale skin an inky purple. He supposed he couldn't blame Peizhi, it was probably a shocking sight to see, especially after only knowing someone for a few days. What could he possibly be thinking, that this was a regular occurrence? That he was a punching bag for his father?

In truth, he had never experienced his father's anger until last night. He never really stepped far enough out of line for any true consequence to come around. Still... it was his fault, he broke the rules and was punished for it.

Which is why he found Peizhi's words to be worrying. 'You can't just forgive and forget.' What else was he to do? Harbour resentment for his parents until he can move out, to poison a reasonably happy bond with his parents just because of one incident? How could he do that? It might seem easy to an outsider, to sever someone from their life over one incident, however, Jaejin simply couldn't. He loved his parents too much despite their flaws, the stilted conversations at dinner may be awkward, yet they loved him and wanted what was best for him. Sure, it was suffocating at times... but that was normal, right?

Worrying his lower lip gently, Jaejin rather thought that Peizhi was correct in his own self observation. He was like a virus, corrupting his view on his parents slowly throughout the days he had known him. Yet, he couldn't just say that out loud, it was rude for one thing and for another, he didn't want to ruin the tentative friendship that was building. He also couldn't agree with his words either, worried he would say the wrong things and shove another foot in his mouth by doing so.

"I suppose..." He murmured, careful to not move too much and disrupt the others work. "Though... He started, without thinking about the end goal of his words. What did he want to say? 'It was just discipline'? Like the other would believe him, Peizhi seemingly had trouble believing that Jaejin could think for himself after all.

Gently clearing his throat, Jaejin fell silent once again, secretly relishing in the feeling of paint spreading across his skin. It didn't hurt, nor did it sting. Peizhi's touch with the brush was light enough that he could ignore any pain- should it arise. The cool cream felt like lotion more than anything else and it was easy to pretend that it wasn't something girls wore.

'Perhaps Peizhi's right...' An errant thought ran through his mind without his permission, an almost shocking revelation for the poor boy. What if his parents were wrong in certain aspects.
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if u can change it i can too olol
 
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As he sat stiffly straight in his frame, and while his strokes glided professionally over his living canvas - the ivory layer making the purple blotches seemingly dissolve and disappear beneath the hardy cover-up he applied expertly - Peizhi's face was composed of a damp visage that was lit oddly by seriousness wove around concealed concern. It felt like his half-assed apology was overlooked, and this made his full lips twitch with a light disappointment, though considering the other didn't object afterwards, the brunette went on to assume that the makeup wasn't affecting him all that much. And rightfully so, as well, as his confidence didn't stutter in filling his mind again; Peizhi knew he wasn't rough with a brush. He wholeheartedly deemed himself a true artist, so he took great care in executing everything flawlessly, and seemingly without effort.

Once he was finished evening the other's complexion, Peizhi paused to observe his progress up to that point without distraction. Resting his forearms on his knees, fanned brush still in his left hand's loving grasp, "..." He was silent as his gaze slithered over Jaejin's face with a pleased focus, prior to his vocal chords at last vibrating. Happy to see the ugly violet missing from the other's facial features, "Your skin is really nice to work with." He murmured with a gently satisfied tone, subsequently giving a nod of approval at his own work. "It's really rather... precious. I like it."

His hand reached towards the agape makeup kit and ducked for a different, thinner brush, replacing the fanned one that was previously in his delicate hold. Reflexively swabbing a dark coloured palette with the skinnier tool, "I think you'll look good with accentuated eyes. Their shape is already pretty gorgeous so we just gotta make 'em... pop." Peizhi clicked his tongue playfully at the end of his statement, whilst he brought the new brush up to be quickly acquainted with Jaejin's face. "Don't move,"

The brunette fluidly framed the younger's eyes with the black liner, and brought a small sponge the kit offered to the canvas to add a soft, smokey edge to the very slight wings he'd added to the upper eyelids. He used the same sponge's lingering residue to dab delicately at the space below the eyebrows, to add only a little amount of a fitted shadow, and at last set the tools back within their respective graves found in the grooves of the kit when he deemed himself finished. Peizhi, once again, paused to judge his effort intensely, and hummed to himself with a soft satisfaction the following moment.

It wasn't showy, as that type of makeup wasn't Peizhi's casual style, but it was flattering, and he felt that the evening of the complexion and light eye makeup was plenty enough for Jaejin's breed of personality. Minimal yet alluring.

"You may look upon a god's work now." Peizhi huffed smugly with a crooked smirk, pressing the small hand mirror that came with the kit to Jaejin's chest.
 

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Embarrassingly, Jaejin jolted slightly when he heard Peizhi speak after the moments of silence, the older male working with an unusual sort of focus. He supposed it was a good thing that the other seemed to not notice Jaejin's internal struggle, the conflicting thoughts swirling in his head dying down as his listened to the others words with a slight bemusement. He silently mouthed the word 'precious' to himself, wondering what perfect skin could be, while dwelling on what the other could've meant by it. Sure, it'd be easy to answer his questions by verbally asking the other what he could've meant, yet he was too... shy, at the moment to truly voice anything.

Too unsure in his own words, what a pity it must be.

Jaejin's shyness, however, disappeared when the words "accentuate" and "eyes" came onto the playing field. That was a step to far, his body recoiling physically ever so slightly to show his disapproval. He was also pretty sure a strangled sound left his lips as he tried to form a protest.

"A-ah wait." He got out a few moments too late, the thin brush already gliding smoothly across his painted skin. Almost afraid of what Peizhi would do if he moved and messed the others work up, Jaejin held his breath and didn't dare to move until he was confident the other was finished with his handiwork.

He also had to admit that the others humming was rather pleasant, the deep voice somewhat soothing his nerves.

Tentatively opening his eyes when Peizhi made his borderline sacrilegious comment, Jaejin hesitantly took the mirror that was offered. To say he was scared of seeing what it would show him, his eyes flickered up to look at the older's face, a small frown on his lips before flickering back down to the small mirror. It was sad to say that such a small object could spark such fear within him.

Slowly lifting the mirror to his face, he was speechless for a moment while he took in his seemingly perfect appearance. It wasn't garish like he feared, nor was it obvious he was wearing anything. It looked like his normal appearance, just... better. His almond shaped eyes seemed wider, more open, with the help of the eyeliner. Yet... this wasn't a permanent cure-all. He wasn't going to have Peizhi here to fix his appearance every day.

The inky blemishes resting underneath a layer of makeup still seemed to be sitting stark on his skin, the remnants of where they were screaming at him. Lowering the mirror, Jaejin smiled- albeit a little shakily. "Thank you... it looks really nice." He was being honest for once, he truly didn't hate it. He now knew he disliked the events leading up to Peizhi needing to do this, somewhat disliked his father for losing his temper. He wasn't going to hate him, he most likely was going to forgive his father a few days later, and bury the memory deep in his subconscious mind.

"I'm sorry that I don't have anything more entertaining to do." His tongue felt fat in his mouth as he spoke, his words somewhat clumsy. This night had taken so many twists and turns that his poor mind couldn't really keep up with. Perhaps it would've been easier to never meet the older, but that thought made him sad. He didn't regret meeting Peizhi, he really didn't.

He just didn't know what to do or how to act anymore. His routine was shattered and he didn't know how to cope with that.
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Peizhi's serpentine eyes lay placed on Jaejin's face from his turned skull, deliberately urging the other to hurry and observe his work with a silent yet suggestive stare. He raised an eyebrow at the younger when he'd been offered a frown in return for the mirror. It made him question what was going through the kid's head - was he still doubting his talents even after saying he trusted them? The brunette huffed internally, as he knew the verbal claim of faith from before was contrived of fake properties.

Though all he could do was really only continue to spectate Jaejin's lifting of the mirror to his own painted visage, as he was still instinctively curious as to gather what the boy's reaction would be upon seeing his improved face. Peizhi resumed his stillness whilst the reflective surface was assumed in position, and soon he felt his blank facial expression morph into his infamously smug one, at the sound of the praise wisping into his ears. "Well of course it does, I did it, after all." The brunette fluffed his hair complacently as he muttered the proud statement, prior to moving to close the kit and put it safely within his bag again. He smoothed his hoodie over his torso once he'd set his satchel on the floor, and eventually, he shot his glance back to Jaejin.

"Time is time, regardless of the act involved," The brunette hummed in an actually pleasant tone, dodging his eyes to his hands that rested on his knees to spare his superiority complex from feeling weak, "It doesn't matter. It's not like I assumed you had a lot to do. Believe it or not, I'm here mostly just for the time." Peizhi muttered, giving a huff of a breath afterwards. Listen to him, sounding so, dare he think, gutless and 'soft-hearted.' There just for the time, with that kid? Who was he becoming to say such nonsense, did he suddenly swap mindsets with some lonely peon?

The brunette's gaze slithered over his legs, until trailing onto the comforter nearby. He felt weird, strange. His activities that he'd brought along had run dry, and so he was at a loss for what he should do next. "..." Peizhi inaudibly tapped his toe within his shoe, the words he previously uttered still striking a nerve within him as he tried to think of what he could suggest doing. "...I don't know what time it is but I'm sure it's best you sleep."

"I came late so it's surely passed your bed time by now, hn?"
 

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It was a little insulting to Jaejin that Peizhi had assumed he still had a bed time. It may be true, however, that wasn't the point. It was embarrassing that a twenty year old still had a bed time that was lightly enforced by his parents.

Speaking of... where were they? Usually when he felt the sting of exhaustion behind his eyes his mother was at his door, ready to say goodnight. Sure she kissed him on the forehead, but that was all mothers... right? A small part of him wanted to ask Peizhi about his parents and yet he felt as though that would be an extremely bad idea. A terrible idea. The terrible idea to end all terrible ideas. Jaejin didn't know much about Peizhi, only the basics, and it felt like Peizhi knew almost everything about him. Sure, most of the information was viewed from a highly skewed perspective, but most of the information was accurate.

Lightly biting his lip in worry, Jaejin tried to chuckle lightheartedly and yet, in his ears, it sounded forced and awkward. Everything he did was awkward though, so what difference would this make? "I technically have one, it's when I naturally get tired." That wasn't what a bedtime truly meant, even he knew that he just wanted to seem less pathetic.

As if that could ever happen at this point.

It seemed as though when he finished speaking, footsteps could be heard walking up the stairs. His breath caught in his throat, a flash of panic coursing through him at the thought of them getting caught. Heck, it could even be the reality right now if Jaejin didn't act quickly. Quietly springing up Jaejin quickly walked the short distance to his bedroom door and held onto the handle, praying it was just his mother at the other end.

His father would make him open it and then they would be dead. Or, at least, he would be. Tonight was crossing a line that it should be considered criminal.

"Jaejin, sweetie, goodnight." Her voice still sounded sweet, though there was something hidden behind it. He couldn't quite place his finger on it... it almost sounded like she had been crying. "Your father will be in shortly to say goodnight." Before he could ponder what was wrong, she had continued.

"C-could you tell him not tonight... please?" I don't want to... He sounded pathetic, like a spoiled child, yet this was all he could do. Hope. There was silence on the other side of the door and so he could only assume that she hadn't heard him.

Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. Turning around, Jaejin tried to appear calm as he looked at the very obvious intruder in his room. "W-would it be possible to see you tomorrow? I-uh-I don't know i-if he 's coming or not."

A part of him was scared, why wouldn't he be. This was the same man who had hit him earlier to teach a lesson. So, that same part of him wanted Peizhi gone, while another part wanted the security of someone to be with him. However, he didn't know what his father was going to do, what he was going to say, and therefore, he didn't know what Peizhi would do.

Too many unknowns were a terrible thing.
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