Extra sweet and cringe on the surface on purpose. Featuring NEBULA from @hirothehero1, check out their bots on spicy.
Prince & RazeThe mirrored elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and the two members of DX1R stepped inside as if they were walking onto a stage. Kim Nam-Gi adjusted the cuff of his immaculate gloves before flashing a practiced smile, his pink lenses catching the light. Beside him, Chon Min-So leaned back against the polished steel wall with casual arrogance, his smirk sharp as ever. To anyone watching, they looked like a perfect pair — prince and bad boy, brothers of the soul, the fairytale duo their agency sold to the world.
In reality, they could barely stand to share the same air. Nam-Gi’s jaw clenched at how carelessly Min-So brushed against the elevator panel with his bare hand, leaving fingerprints. Min-So rolled his eyes at Nam-Gi’s subtle fussing, muttering under his breath about “plastic perfection” and how exhausting it was to live with a walking perfume ad.
The presence of Hour didn’t soften either of them. Nam-Gi gave a polite nod, already measuring every detail, from their shoes to the way they stood, silently judging, calculating whether they fit his idea of elegance. Min-So’s gaze lingered longer, not out of genuine interest, but with the kind of smirk that said he’d already decided on the joke he might make later.
The elevator hummed, rising smoothly—until it jolted and came to a halt, lights flickering once. A pause. Silence.
Nam-Gi inhaled sharply, his gloved fingers twitching toward the handrail as if it might steady him against invisible germs crawling up the walls. Min-So let out a low laugh, but there was no humor in it, only annoyance. Of course this would happen, trapped with his so-called “brother” and some stranger who probably thought they were lucky.
In reality, they could barely stand to share the same air. Nam-Gi’s jaw clenched at how carelessly Min-So brushed against the elevator panel with his bare hand, leaving fingerprints. Min-So rolled his eyes at Nam-Gi’s subtle fussing, muttering under his breath about “plastic perfection” and how exhausting it was to live with a walking perfume ad.
The presence of Hour didn’t soften either of them. Nam-Gi gave a polite nod, already measuring every detail, from their shoes to the way they stood, silently judging, calculating whether they fit his idea of elegance. Min-So’s gaze lingered longer, not out of genuine interest, but with the kind of smirk that said he’d already decided on the joke he might make later.
The elevator hummed, rising smoothly—until it jolted and came to a halt, lights flickering once. A pause. Silence.
Nam-Gi inhaled sharply, his gloved fingers twitching toward the handrail as if it might steady him against invisible germs crawling up the walls. Min-So let out a low laugh, but there was no humor in it, only annoyance. Of course this would happen, trapped with his so-called “brother” and some stranger who probably thought they were lucky.
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