"Oye! Milan Stankovic is the name!" 

“I am a young Serbian singer who’s currently working as an escort to earn money to survive.”

- After my moment of fame after the Eurovision song contest everything just collapsed. I got on the wrong road and basically lost the things I loved. Right now I’m up for a change. Getting things back together. Hoping to find true friends and who knows even love?”

So now I’m going to the point where I’m asking you guys for some support. 

I don’t care about your color, race, looks, carrier  I’m not on the side of the angels nor perfect myself. So I don’t expect you to be.

This is about the 3rd time I try this, I hope my dash now, truly won’t be dead anymore.

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+stankovicmilan came back through the looking glass

thelandbeyondtheglass:

Just as expected, the wink made Ryuu’s face turn a brighter shade of red [he was beginning to think it couldn’t get any brighter]. “S-s-sure! I m-mean, i-if you want to, th-that’d be… I w-wouldn’t mind!” Oh thank Shiva, a change in topic; the last thing he needed to do was embarrass himself. “I’m studying Sociology. I-I didn’t get the opportunity to go to college when I moved her, so better late than never, right?” He perked up slightly when mentioned Korean. “…I know some of that, if you e-ever want help.”

The tone with which Milan spoke was calming, and Ryuu slowly looked back to him, face still glowing red. “Well… I-I’m actually a dancer.” He refused to say the word stripper. It sounded so… uncultured. He then gave the other a smile that was as sweet as his own. “I don’t think it’s horrible. I-It’s actually kind of cool that you can manage something like that. I don’t think I could.”

Milan couldn’t help but smile again as he saw the cheeks got brighter and brighter by every second. To him it was adorable and rather sweet. Listening to the stutters and soft voice of the other, he nodded. “Sociology? That seems cool. – And that’s true what you say. If you might not do it you might regret.” He agrees. Ryuu seem like a very smart person, Milan could tell by the way he speaks. Not like most people who just keep asking unknowing things and things that answer questions when you just give it time to think. Ryuu seem more like the thinking kind of person, the smart kind if you’d ask Milan. “Well actually. All help is welcome. So thankyou for the offer, I think I need to keep your number close. Seems like I need to ring you a lot with all the offers I’m getting.” He chuckles playfully as he tabs his phone. “I’d say, I’ll help you with Serbian but. I don’t think it’s anything useful” He shrugs, knowing the many bad comments he get about the place he comes from.

“Woa, A Dancer?” Milan couldn’t help but blush a bit himself. He directly thought of the other doing quite exotic dances, slow and sexy movements. Milan really couldn’t help it; Ryuu truly was a good looking, sexy man. “Well. It isn’t horrible Ryuu, don’t think it is.” He smiles small. Milan reached out and squeezes the other mans wrist lightly. The other seem to be a bit rushed over it or afraid, maybe embarrassed. Something that wasn’t actually needed. An escort wasn’t the kind of dream job itself. “I think it’s very good. You move your body a lot so. It’s always good for your health right?” It might sound like a stupid reaction, but that’s the way Milan sees it. Most of the time those kind of club dancers seem to be easy bendable. “I think it’s great. Really. I’d say, dance for me once but it sounds so wrong if I tell you to.” A quiet laugh escaped from his lips.

+stankovicmilan came back through the looking glass

thelandbeyondtheglass:

 

Ryuu leans his cheek on one of his hands, taking in the advice. It had been awhile since he’d had such an engaging conversation— usually he was just being pushed around by his boss or getting a few too many drink offers from people at the club. He was never one to fight back, so the most he could do was agree or politely decline. Milan, on the other hand, was actually listening to him. It was delightful.

“I guess I could try something like that,” he mused, a finger tapping his glass. “From what I’ve heard, there should be something like that around here within a few months…” He’d have to ask Luciana; she was the one who usually went to such things.

“S-Sure thing! I’ll let you know as soon as I talk to her.” His cheeks lit up a bit when he said he could call him. “I’m pretty free too. I mean, when I’m not at class or work, but I have a lot of time between those,” he returned, perhaps a bit too excitedly. His face flushed farther, however, when he said he might see him at work. “A-ah… maybe. Though, I should probably tell you something about my job. I’m not exactly a bartender…” he trailed off, eyes moving to the wall to observe an extremely uninteresting plank of wood.

The stutters from the other where quite amusing to the serbian. He liked it when people where shy, stuttering or blushing. Which is what Ryuu seem to be doing all the time already. “Well then, great you are free too. I’ll make sure to claim your free time if you’d like.” He gave the other a playful wink. Knowing it will make the shyness even worse. “So, class? You study? The only classes I’m taking are Korean to be honest. I need to figure out how the writing Works, still its still odd to me.” He chuckles. Milan wasn’t one of the fastest to learn. He calls himself rather stupid.

Milan chuckled lightly looking at the others face, ‘No bartender?’ He thought to himself. ‘Figuring out by the looks he might be something for a dj. But it’s not something you would hide, right? Maybe some entertainer. Or… Oh god keep yourself together.’ He shook his head trying to keep his mind down. Ryuu was handsome, people probably be on their knees for him.  Milan directly took a large sip from his drink, trying not to stare too much at the other male. “Not a bartender? Then what is it if I’m allowed to know.” He looked up again with another cheeky and sweet smile came on his face.  “You know. Escort might sound horrible. But if people can’t deal with the fact I need the job they can piss of. It’s who I am. So, It can’t be worse then that right? It’s not like I’d Judge you.” He said calmly, trying to make the other feel relaxed.

janastankovic said: "Ya~~ I've told you if you say 'hot chicka' I always expect to hear hot coco." She grins, while nudging his shoulder. "So whatcha up to lately Mr. escort?" Andrijana teases with wiggling eyebrows.

janastankovic:

stankovicmilan-blog:

“Don’t say it out loud. Not everyone has to know about my job really.” He covers her mouth, hushing her. “But you are my hot Chicka so. Anyhow. I’ve been fine. Bored but fine.” The older nods slowly giving her a playful poke. “You? How was your flight?”

She narrowed her blue eyes the moment he covered her mouth. She never liked it much when he did that, making her feel like a little, helpless girl. Needless to say he was lucky enough to pull back before her tongue was able to lick his hand. Still, to show her annoyance she rolled her eyes when he repeated the nickname. “yeah yeah whatever.” she mumbled, pulling her huge suitcase closer to her. Luckily he was able to divert her mind from the annoyance with one simple question. “That flight!” she blurted out, immediately reaching out to feel her tousled hair. It had been a long flight filled with torment. There were huge bags under her eyes that were deeply upsetting to anyone who cared in the slightest about their appearance. As an upcoming model she had hoped her entrance at Incheon airport would’ve been a bit more elegant. Unfortunately…

 ”Doesn’t my appearance show you how it was?” she said, pointing at her face while pouting. “I look awful! The seats were hard, it was cold and I hardly slept, because there was this old lady snoring really loudly. Crazy really! Still, the sound she was producing was actually sort of impressive.” she said, knowing Milan wouldn’t be surprised that even though she was annoyed, she still found unique way to look at it. “If I was a snorer, I would be so proud to be able snore that loud. Is that a word, snorer?” she babbled on almost incoherently and totally immerged in her own thoughts  as she questioningly stared at her brother. 

Milan couldn’t help but smile brightly at all of the words and actions his sister did. He missed her for such a long time, his little sister. The male hopped up and down for a while. Excited and happy. “Ugh yes. You look horrible girl. So gross.” He faked a grossed out tone before laughing out loud. “Ya, be glad I fixed everything and prepared a warm bed and food once we get home.” He shows off his cheeky bright smile before pulling her in a tight hug. “I missed you so much really. This all is going to be such a great adventure. - I’ve got to tell you, it’s filled with rather hot people here as well.” A playful and rather dirty tone was heard. The older brother directly helped out and took a few of her bags before leading her to the car. 

 Once they get out the airport the male helped out with the bags, carefully placing them in the trunk. “It’s a huge difference. Everything here is modern, compared to all the historical things in Serbia.” He explains while picking up one of the most heavy bags he’d ever felt. “Jeez. What’s in here? Bricks? Your bed?”“ He huffs, dropping it inside the car before closing it, getting ready to drive to the apartment he’s renting for the past months already.

janastankovic said: мој старији брат !! or should I call you 'oppa' now? Ghahaha. I miss you Mimi ♥ glad to be in the same country again!

“Oy sister! Finally you are here.” He grins a bit before running up to her, “Please, the oppa word is still something odd to hear. Don’t use it on me.” He wrinkles up his nose. “How have you been lil’ sista my little hot chicka?" 

+stankovicmilan came back through the looking glass

thelandbeyondtheglass:

Ryuu was surprised by the sudden engagement. It wasn’t that it was unwelcome— it was actually rather nice to have someone to talk with outside of his usual group of friends. He loved them all to death, but he already knew most everything about them. Strangers were exciting, new; but they were also terrifying. There was always the chance they had ill-will. Luckily, though, this one seemed plenty nice.

He took a moment to take in the other, immediately noticing that he was rather gorgeous. He did his best to push that note out of his mind, as cute males tended to make him the most nervous [perhaps that’s the reason he was always stuttering around his roommate, despite how long they’d known each other]. The second note was his accent; having one himself, he took an odd comfort in it.

“Y-Yeah,” he replied, turning slightly so make the conversation slightly more natural. “Boss has me working odd hours, so I’ve been up around now a lot lately…” He smiled at the boy and shrugged. “What about you?”

Milan smiled even brighter as the male didn’t seem to hate it when he talked to him. The Serbian looked at him from head to toe for a second before resting his chin in the palm of his hand, as if he had to support his head this way. Not bad looking, if you’d ask him. He seem like a nice person and of course good looking as well. Only a bit younger? Actually Milan couldn’t tell how old he would be. He has miss-guessed almost everyone in his life.

 “Please take a seat, I’m not expecting anyone.” The Serbian said with his, usual sweet and soft voice. “I’ve been Skyping before with my friends home. Sometimes I just need to see them you know? So we promised to skype once a month, sometimes twice.” He explained while as usual, using a lot of gestures while he was talking. “But we screwed up the promise and it’s been our 3rd conversation this week so. And we actually don’t say a thing. We just sit there and laugh it off in each other’s face.” Milan bit down his bottom lip realizing he was talking too much again. The Serbian took a long sip from his drink and showed off his brightest smile.

 “Work? Mind if I ask you where?” He tilts his head curiously. “Ah, and I’m Milan. Such a rude manner of me not introducing myself.” Milan was quite a social and open person. Still it seems like it was hard to make friends here, this time he was slightly hoping he won’t just be a three second chat or just an easy talk with the other male. The other who seem a bit closed and shy, something Milan might be able to help with.

-sigh-

He sighs deeply and curls up in a ball. Regretting the fact he only tries to see good in people. Nothing never works as plan, how hard he tries and wishes even prays. Right now it’s just as if everything slips through his fingers. A worthless, hard and painful feeling. 

Milan doesn’t feel like anything, not even a living creature right now. He was weak, emotionally and mentally. His brains kept tricking him. His heart kept hurting him. The stinging “no one cares” and the stabbing “no one actually likes you” his brain is telling him strike right through his heart.

‘Someone, please just ’ His eyes started to water. Clearly he was tricked again. The Serbian wasn’t like this usual; but the days he is, can get him killed.

Looking for people to plot with my Milan or Heechul.

Anyone who’d like to plot me the following idea’s I had:

1. Sherlock holmes themed para [Side story]
   Based on the series from BBC.
   
   
2. My muse gets into troubles with maffia/badguys because of his work. [side story]
   
   
3. High school themed para [ Actually sort of a flash back. Where my muse is an exchange student.]
   
   
4. Enter the haunted house (speaks for itself)[Halloween story]
   
   
5. ‘Boondock saints" themed para [Side story]
   A plot based on the Boondock saints movie where two religious bothers fight against the mafia. 
   
   
6. Of course I also want to build up a basic story line to develop love and all but it’s too soon for that I guess.
   
   
7. A kidnap story line where my muse gets forced to do it to help out friends. [I truly want to do this one to be honest. ]
   
   
8. …. :)

More Idea’s will be posted soon, if you feel like plotting one of these things with me just contact me. We can brainstorm together. If you prefer one of these storylines with my Heechul just let me know aswel. Because I was thinking for both of my characters. 

freenaeunnie:

She followed him quietly, only talking, when necessary. Looking up to him again, she smiled, nodding once. “Sounds perfect. The tea should warm me up for sure.” Naeun moved her eyes to the ground, thinking about certain things. She then heard the young man’s voice again and lifted her head a little. “I love movies.”

Milan could feel things where up, Naeun was more silent as before. But he decided not to ask before they reached his house. If anything was up not everyone had to know it. “Ah that’s great. I have a whole collection. All kinds of movies. ” Milan whispered as he chuckled quietly before opening the door of an apartment keeping it open until the girl followed him inside. He directly walked to the lift and pressed the button. As soon they reach the floor and they got out of the lift he opened his apartment door. “Welcome, feel like home” He said as he walked inside and placed aside his stuff.