⥽ apt 110

@Choi Soobinᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: melt away - taeyeon

　　Theo doesn't see any reason for them to draw this out any longer, since they've, seemingly, done what they need to do. Once he takes his phone back, he stands up, effectively cutting off any pleasantries or anything to waste time. he's acutely aware that he has places to be tonight. "I'll reach out to you when I need your services, then," he deems.

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Soobin gave a soft smile. 'So he was all business,' he thought. This would be easier for Soobin. He had a hard time dealing with the cutesy ones. The ones that really try hard to make it seem like a relationship. As if the name of the package was what it actually was. Seemed like this one would treat it as a business transaction. Soobin felt himself relax a bit more with Theo.

@Choi Soobinᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: only human - wayv

　　Theo nods, and pulls out his phone. He doesn't have a lot of contacts, for many reasons, but he clicks the add contact button and turns it around for Soobin to input his number. May as well keep his number until his heat, or after in case he wants his services again, not that he particularly thinks that's likely.

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Soobin ran his finger along his bottom lip as he thought it over. "Not with you picking this package. It's all pretty basic for this one." And then he realized. "Your number. We have to put our numbers in each others phone."
He was quite curious if he would be all business putting the number in or if he would try to be cutesy. It was always a bit interesting seeing how the clients all reacted when given this choice.

@Choi Soobinᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: shadow - ten

　　Boyfriend package. The arch of brows is as much skepticism as Theo allows himself before he actually looks the contents of the packet over and hums. He can appreciate something straightforward, especially when it's less expensive. "Works for me," he decides, putting the packet down. "Is there anything else we need to go over?"

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Soobin quickly crosses each one off as Theo lists it off. He nods his head and makes note of what the omega said. "Maybe I can save you some cash then. Here."
He searches through the paperwork. Soobin holds out a packet that's labeled boyfriend package.
"Its cheaper and it's a very vanilla with options to ask for more if you want when it comes time. Only change is you get to message me whenever."

@Choi Soobinᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: shadow - ten

　　Theo takes the paper and looks it over, then nods again. That's one weight off his shoulders. "Sadomasochism, heavy kink, , punishment and reward systems, most variants of play. I suppose they're not extreme but they're not something I'll be in a headspace to take part in," the omega explains. "Verbal things like and name-calling are on the table, but I don't like denial so don't try to make me beg for anything. I'm not good at remembering safewords when I'm in heat so if I say stop I mean it."

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "I have." Soobin picks up the paper to prove his status as clean. He hands the paper to Theo so he can read it over with his own eyes. He waits to give him enough time to read the results.
"What do you consider extreme? That would help me figure out what is allowed and what isn't allowed." He grab the papers that outline the kinks and es he can provide as well as a pen. Soobin is ready to cross off anything that isn't okay with Theo.

@Choi Soobinᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: night - taeyeon

　　Theo flips through the NDA paperwork, scouring the pages for anything he doesn't like, but eventually nods and lays it on the table. "This seems to be in order," he remarks, setting it aside to sign once they've gone over everything else. He's not exactly a high profile client that's likely to be suing Soobin, but Theo would like to keep their affiliation a private matter. His business is exactly that, and he doesn't want anyone trying to discredit him.

Theo blinks down at the second stack of papers. "I see," he murmurs, flipping over the pages to look at some of the things written before clearing his throat. "I don't like anything extreme during my heats and I don't want anything that's going to leave marks. I'm not interested in toys, either. You have been tested for STDs, right?"

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Soobin nods his head. "Of course. This is a standard NDA type agreement. Feel free to look through. Its set up to focus on just protecting you. If I even hint at us knowing each other in a way you don't like... you're free to sue."
He pauses to give him enough time to read through the agreement before directing his attention to the other paperwork. Soobin gestures with his whole hand.
"This is kinks and es I provide. You simply tell me which ones you you like and what you hate. Although before each session I'd text you to ask what you feel in the mood for. I'll always bring toys and clean them in front of you to show you they are clean. ...you can also choose to have me use a toy if you feel more comfortable that way as well."

@Choi Soobinᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: four seasons - taeyeon
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　　. . . the knock on the door is actually audible this time, over music that would normally be pounding, but that Theo has kept at a lower volume for the sake of hearing his guest arrive. The omega's waiting in his living room, restlessly watching Taeyeon music videos playing out on his screen, but he gets up as soon as he hears the knock.

He opens the door and invites the beta inside, leading him to the kitchen so he can sit down at the table. Theo sits across from him, not quite nervous but not as sure of himself as he usually is. Hiring someone to help him with his heat is... strange, for the omega who's used to riding it out on his own. Lately, though, it's been too much of a hassle and a little too strenuous for him to want to do it alone.

"Right," Theo says, reaching out for the paperwork. "I'd like to look it over before I sign anything."

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Soobin knocked on the door with his mask in place. He preferred to cover his face. He waited until he was let inside. He had the paperwork ready for everything. Soobin gave a silent yet polite greeting when he was let inside.
"Hello... I know I'm a few minutes late. I apologize."
He takes the mask off his face. Soobin waits for permission before sitting down in the nearest chair. He pulls out the paperwork and neatly places it. He turns to look at Theo to wait for him to join him so they could properly go over the paperwork. "This paperwork will ensure that no one learns about what we'll do..."
Soobin sits there waiting to hear from Theo

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　» ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʀᴀᴅᴡɪᴍᴘs - sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇ (ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴠᴇʀ.)

“I like doing a lot of things,” Yoosung admits with a small smile, though there’s an edge on consideration there. Theo isn’t wrong, and he’s good about stating the obvious in a way that sounds matter-of-fact rather than in a way that makes Yoosung feel stupid. He is stupid, marginally so, at times, but Theo has a way of making him feel less so. “But I do like playing games. Even when I’m bad at them.” And in many ways, Yoosung thinks his love for cosplay and his ability to craft speaks for itself. He’s a sociable creature, and that’s where his skill with people, his characterization and falling into a “role,” so to speak, can really shine.

Yoosung ducks his head, hiding a reflexive smile. “You did,” he says after a moment, because Yoosung doesn’t know who Theo thinks he’s trying to fool, but it’s not working. “You literally opened the door for me before I could start to shake my in the hallway.” And before Yoosung could start to really get into the song.

Humming to himself, amused, Yoosung waits for Theo to finish pouring their drinks before be gins moving into the other room, shuffling along the carpet until he can set their plates on the low table. “My neighbor has been teaching her granddaughter how to make kimchi, one of those family tradition recipes.” His expression, usually so open and easy, pinches, tightening at the edges. “They brought me some to taste test.”

Theo doesn’t often speak to his own neighbors, from what Yoosung knows, and in some ways, in situations like this, Yoosung can understand why such a distance might be easier. “There were too many onions. And one of the spices was...overpowering.” And he’s pretty sure it hadn’t fermented long enough, but that was neither here nor there. “I was sick for hours, couldn’t keep anything down, and my throat burned. I even tried milk,” and Yoosung hates milk, hates how icky it leaves him feeling, “and it didn’t help.” He’d learned a valuable lesson that day: no homemade kimchi unless it was his mom’s.

Yoosung folds himself into a pretzel on the floor in front of the table, leaning back against the couch. “I don’t mind starting a new show or movie. Or we can rewatch something we’ve already seen.” He pokes at one of the enchiladas on his plate, wondering if maybe he should take a picture of this to commemorate the moment. After a moment, he digs out his phone. If nothing else, if it tastes good and he survives, advertising a good meal is a great way to bring attention to a small business. “It’s not about what we watch,” he says voice softer, distracted but thoughtful. “It’s just nice to hang out with you, you know? You’re my best friend.” Yoosung peeks up then, watching Theo from beneath the fringe of his bangs, expression one of the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. “It’s watching it with you that matters more.”

@Park Yoosungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: wildfire - taeyeon

　　"That's called playing the system. People are willing to pay you to play games and dress up, and you like playing games and dressing up. Why /shouldn't/ you do it for a living?" Theo points out, and gods above, he can't believe he's the one saying things that make sense. Maybe Yoosung doesn't just lack common sense, maybe it's any sense. He rolls his eyes. "Who said anything about willingly," he mutters, but at this point, he's ing just to . How many times has he let Yoosung barge into his apartment and bring noise and energy with him?

(Maybe Theo's a little lonely. Maybe he needs, wants, the company. You'll never hear him admitting it. Especially to the invader in question.)

"Poor baby. Did someone try to kill you with their kimchi?" Sarcasm drips easily off of Theo's tongue, a thing he doesn't quite curb. Sometimes he worries he might go too far, but Yoosung still hangs around, so maybe he doesn't. (It's not like he cares about Yoosung's feelings, that's not it at all. Even if he did, he's not good with feelings. Obviously.)

He pours the requested amount of juice into the owl mug and picks up his soda. Yoosung has their plates in hand, and by now it's already routine to go eat in the living room while watching television. Theo's clean, but he's not about where people eat or if something spills. He's chill. Kind of. "Hmmm," he hums, starting for the living room. "Well, I think that show was boring, but if you wanna watch it, we can. I just might fall asleep halfway through."

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　» ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴢ - ʜɪᴊᴀᴄᴋ

“Do we have common sense though?” Yoosung grins, cheeky and unrepentant. “I mean really, truly. I play games and dress up for a living. That doesn’t sound very intelligent.” Though, to be entirely fair, there are worse things Yoosung could do with his time. “And you put up with me. Willingly. Regularly.” Even if Theo protests, he still opens the door for Yoosung and allows him into the apartment. There’s a guest pair of slippers, and--

Yoosung’s already bright smiles becomes incandescant. He’d mentioned to Theo last week about trying to drink less soda and drinking more water and tea. Granted, Yoosung hadn’t mentioned juice specifically, but the carton is new, recent, and Yoosung isn’t an idiot all the time. Sometimes, sure, absolutely, but not all the time. “No water then. I’m sure it won’t be too bad though. If I can survive my neighbor’s kimchi, I think I can survive this.”

Humming, Yoosung plates some of the food for Theo as well. Even if he won’t eat it, he’ll have to at least try it. Yoosung might resort to weaponized pouting if he doesn’t. “Two thirds? That’ll be plenty, I think.” He turns, holding both the plates and head tilting toward the other room. “So what are we watching today? Working on that show we started last week, or something else?”

@Park Yoosungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: intro ; earth age - mcnd

　　"You don't see me going to in' space. Just means we have more common sense than other morons," Theo replies briskly. Kind of funny that he's talking about common sense when he'd probably punch a tree if he thought it would benefit him. The things he does for this invader of personal space should be considered his responsible adult deeds of the month.

He fishes the carton of juice out of the refrigerator — and it's unopened, Yoosung is /so/ ing lucky — and plunks it on the counter. "Juice for the baby," he says without much bite, "soda for me. Oh, honey, no. You don't want to drink water with spicy food, I promise. If the heat starts getting bad, eat some bread. That always helps. Water just makes it worse." And really, what would Yoosung do without him? Theo is clearly the brain of this operation today.

Theo reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a mug with owls painted on it — and no, he didn't get it for Yoosung, he just needed more than one cup for when he had any company over, that's all. "How much juice?" he asks, setting the mug on the counter and twisting the cap off the carton. The plastic seal gets ripped off next, an expectant look directed at the other omega.

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　» ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʟᴜᴅᴏᴠɪᴄᴏ ᴇɪɴᴀᴜᴅɪ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ

“Maybe,” Yoosung agrees, because he can always admit to when he might be wrong. It’s even easier with Theo, because Theo’s always at least factual about things, even if it might sound a little mean. “But maybe not. A quote I read once said that the very basic core of man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from encounters with new experiences, and there’s no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”

Yoosung snorts a laugh, expression brightening. “It’s also not natural to go into space or explore the ocean. But we still do. So I can see why people fly, too.” He just...can’t. Won’t. At least, won’t until he has to for work, but he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it, and likely have Theo chewing him out for doing it in the first place. As one does, and as Yoosung deserves.

/Slow down to 100./ The funny thing is that Yoosung is always at a baseline of 100. At least Theo recognizes that and doesn’t ask for anything less. “I’ll slow down,” Yoosung responds dutifully instead, still smiling as he reaches to take one of Theo’s plates to load it with food to try. “Juice is good, if you have it. I’m trying to cut down on my caffeine intake.” He stays up late enough as it is, often recording videos or working on his outfits late into the night; the less he has screwing with his sleep schedule, the better off he’ll probably be. “Or water. Water might be smarter with the spicy food, but when have I ever been smart?”

@Park Yoosungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: nightmare - taeyeon

　　"Maybe my horizons are broad enough." Empty grumbling, just enough grousing that Yoosung won't think he's gone soft. Somehow, this creature would probably understand anyway. At some point, he has to know, right? Theo doesn't need to say it. If he didn't know, Yoosung would probably be long gone... Well. Maybe. Theo's not entirely sure he's /that/ smart. Sometimes he can't decide if Yoosung's a in' bimbo or an evil mastermind waiting to destroy the known world with far too much overzealous affection.

While Yoosung unpacks the food, Theo does his part and gets out plates and utensils, opens his refrigerator to see if there's anything worth drinking. Score, he actually went grocery shopping this week instead of relying on takeout because his brain felt like it was going to melt out of his skull. He straightens up to ask what Yoosung wants to drink but instead presses his lips together. "Statistics don't mean , it's not natural to be that far off the ground," he says briskly. He's not good at the whole... reassurance thing. He's caught the weird vibe, though, even if Yoosung tries to drown it.

"Slow down to 100, Yoosung. What do you want to drink? Juice? Milk? Soda? Vodka? I probably have tequila somewhere." Theo grabs a soda for himself, because he's not in the habit of drinking very often and when he does it's in small quantities. He works in a bar. Life's a delicate balance. Last thing he needs to do is become an alcoholic. He hears it's halfway genetic and since he doesn't know what kind of people he spawned from, Theo's careful.

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　» ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: sᴀʀᴀ ʙᴀʀᴇɪʟʟᴇs - ᴋᴀʟᴇɪᴅᴏsᴄᴏᴘᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

“On the contrary,” Yoosung insists as he heads into the kitchen, throwing a beatific smile over his shoulder. “I think that all the experimenting we do with food helps build our immunity to things, and our...” Yoosung pauses at the counter in the kitchen, bags not quite at rest and expression creased in thought. “Immunity and.... Ah! It broadens our horizons, too, don’t you think?”

Returning to the bags, Yoosung begins pulling out the food, eyeing each one critically before setting it neatly on the counter. “I’ll never go to Mexico, you know? I’m not a big fan of planes. I know, statistically, that I’m more likely to die from falling out of bed or off a chair, and way more likely to die by lightning. But I’d rather drive, windows down and music cranked loud enough to hear from a kilometer away, than fly.” It has nothing to do with the fact that Yoosung just prefers driving, that it’s more memorable, and he’s all about living life and making memories. Even if that’s all true, Yoosung can admit to an illogical fear and own up to his shortcomings. “But eating food like this, I can still broaden my horizons a little, think about what it would be like to visit.”

Yoosung stills, staring at the food he’d set out, an absent frown hooking at his lips. He hadn’t meant to bring the mood down, but it certainly feels like he had, just a little. Part of his whole endeavor to invade Theo’s apartment is to bring a little life and light into the place. Hard to do that if he’s not lively himself. At least he’s good at playing pretend. He’s always been good at that.

“Right!” He turns at the counter, shimmying and hands shaking in a vaguely jazzy way. Jazz hands have no right to be so deceptively difficult. “Mexican in Korea! I got tacos, because they were amazing, but also a few enchiladas, tamales, a chile in– en nogada, and alegria de amaranto, which is like a dessert?” Despite the foreign language, he’d taken the time to learn the names, and he’s proud of himself for only stumbling once. “And some dips and sauces, of course. The dishes are more plain, so we can add the sauces to a comfortable heat level. So grab a plate and dig in!”

@Park Yoosungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: given-taken - enhypen

　　Theo is not an easy person to be friends with. Now, he wouldn't outwardly call what he and Yoosung have friendship. Not on a normal day, when he's snarky and spicy and too sharp-tongued for most to spend time around. But Yoosung is too stubborn to be driven away, and for whatever reason, the annoying, thieving little bird invades his apartment like an annoying, thieving little bird nesting in someone's attic. (Theo thanks whatever entities are out there daily that he does not, in fact, /live/ with Yoosung, because he'd probably wring his ing neck.)

Anyway, he knows he's difficult, to say the best. It's why he's alone. But his peace always gets interrupted by Yoosung, without fail.

"One of these days," Theo grouses, bolting the door while Yoosung slips into the spare pair of slippers — Theo put them there for /all/ guests, they're not there for Yoosung, and it's a /coincidence/ that they popped up after he started hanging around. "One of these days, that experimenting with food ? It's going to kill you. And knowing my luck, me with you."

Theo can't honestly say if that's par for the course for him, but it seems like he's not a very lucky person. He hasn't been since he remembers waking up with blood in his mouth and teeth in his throat. But then, he probably didn't have an annoying ing bird hopping around stealing his time before, either.

Sounds peaceful.

And maybe a little boring.

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　» ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴊᴜᴍᴘ? - ᴀʟᴏʜᴀ, ᴇ ᴋᴏᴍᴏ ᴍᴀɪ

Yoosung can’t recall a time that Theo ever appeared happy to see him standing outside of the apartment, food offering in hand or not. In hindsight, that’s probably not a great thing, but Yoosung has long-since acknowledged that Theo isn’t the sort of touchy, clingy, affectionate, belching sunshine and farting rainbows person most people would expect Yoosung to be friends with. They’re not two peas in a pod so much as Lilo and Stitch, but if Lilo liked more rock than just Elvis Presley and hadn’t lost her parents young. And Stitch... Well, if Stitch weren’t an alien with six arms. The rest is pretty spot on though.

Still, Theo is Yoosung’s Stitch, and there’s gotta be some affection somewhere in there, because Theo still opens the door when called — and before Yoosung starts up a terrible rendition of Lee Chaeyeon's Knock Knock chorus, which is a shame, because Yoosung is a great singer, thank you very much! — and lets him inside. How’s the saying go? Theo’s feral gremlin level is unusually high for someone of his size, but there’s still just enough room for Yoosung to make himself at home.

“Thanks!” Yoosung chirps with a bright smile, toing off his shoes inside the door to step into the extra slippers. His extra slippers, because one day they appeared, and despite Theo’s firm refusal he hadn’t done it, Yoosung didn’t remember bringing a pair for himself. “I found a really cool Mexican-Korean fusion place while doing this shoot the other day. It smelled so good from outside that we got tacos afterward! I didn’t get any of the fusion stuff this time, but next time, maybe!” Because there’s always a next time.

@Park Yoosungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: melt away - taeyeon
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　　. . . among other things, Yoosung is really, really ing lucky.

He's really ing lucky because when he stands outside of Theo's door, wailing like a little banshee to be let inside — maybe he's not that bad, but it doesn't matter, now does it — he's there at the right time. A few minutes earlier and Theo would have still been blow drying his hair. A few minutes later and Theo would have been blasting Taeyeon at a regrettable volume, too loud to hear the little voice outside his door. And listen, it's a little tempting to leave Yoosung out there for a while. Just a little while. But also, Theo's not too proud of the side of town he lives in so he unlocks the door and swings it open, expression unimpressed.

Yoosung reminds him of a bird. One of the tiny in' birds hopping around in the snow, looking for seeds, even if he's a little taller than Theo. Only Yoosung also reminds him of a bird unafraid to steal things from a person, because Yoosung is entirely unabashed about the way he's just kind of jutted into Theo's life and refused to leave.

Theo doesn't tell him to come in, because he knows Yoosung will either way, and just holds the door open for him and the bags of food he always brings with him, without fail.

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Visiting Theo has always been one of Yoosung’s favorite things to do, particularly when he’s between outfits and their shoots, or has a number of videos lined up to post intermittently. By that time, he’s usually burned out and ready to refresh himself, and there’s nothing quite as refreshing as crashing head first through Theo’s front door – much to the other omega’s annoyance – and filling the small apartment with the savory aroma of Chinese food, or pizza, or burgers, or food from whatever nook-and-cranny and-or dive joint restaurant Yoosung had discovered that week.

As it is, Yoosung is practically vibrating as he halts at the door to apartment 110, expression lit up like the holiday lights outside. “Knock knock!” No, he doesn’t knock. Why would he actually knock? That would be silly. Besides, his hands are full of delicious Mexican good-ness. He can’t risk dropping their meal. Theo will let him in. Maybe. Probably!

@Theo Choiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ This is your apartment.