i know you know.

BNM'S KIM DONGHYUN.

[whitefall]

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[fy-donghyun]

‘Good Day’ (title track?) was produced/composed by Daehwi, he also worked on the lyrics for the song as well as Woojin. ‘I Just Do’ was produced and composed by Donghyun and Kiggen. Donghyun also worked on the lyrics as well as Youngmin. The track Good Day will be released on music sites July 27th, 6pm KST!

[fy-donghyun]

[!] MXM has opened their official Weibo account! You can find their page here.

[kimdcnghyun]

donghyun raised lil woojin 

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lastsnever:

there lies unbridled awe in the faint grin that graces her parted lips, absent-minded in nature from the way her gaze stay fixated on his features. she doesn’t realise she had been staring until the sensation of his hand patting her head pulls her out of her reverie, grin widening bashfully and gaze interrupted by a succession of blinks. (angels, humans, devils — sometimes they were one and the same.) “he did what?”  disbelief makes way for amusement, his laughter only making it harder to keep her own at bay. in between giggles that are barely muffled behind her palm, eunhee finds it in herself to be concerned, feeling bad that they were laughing at this at all. (though it made for a hilarious mental image.) “is he okay? that sounds mortifying…” her voice trails off into a empathetic whimper, hands covering most of her face when second-hand embarrassment colours her cheeks pink. the query reminds herself of her own predicament at hand, fingers reaching beneath her bangs where the forming bruise lay. “ah… i think they already expect this from me by now…” the admittance was no less than truthful, though embarrassing all the same. it was about time she got a new one to add her collection anyways. “otherwise… my guardian angel will help me, right?”

restless — that’s how he feels. the sun kisses his skin and warms up his heart, only to leave him longing for more. more of what? more freedom, perhaps. his mind is an amalgam of contrasting emotions. he imagines himself lying on the grass, basking in the sunshine, and for a brief moment he considers doing something reckless. but this is his life, this is the path he’s chosen, so all he does is pull his snapback down a little lower. (after all, they can’t afford to be recognized.) ‘of course. you call always count on me, you know? just call me and i’ll show up to save the day, like prince charming, with a white horse and all that jazz.’ there’s a tinge of cheekiness in his tone, an indication of how at ease he feels around her, but his fond gaze and wholehearted smile confirm the sincerity of his words. ‘there’s no need to be embarrassed. although it’d certainly be better if you tried to take proper care of yourself. and i mean it this time, eunhee-ah—’ he starts, but something tells him not to press further. ‘anyway. are you hungry? we could go grab something to eat. there’s a nice little place not far from here.’

[fy-donghyun]

[!] Donghyun and Youngmin’s unit name has been announced! The name of the unit is MXM which stands for ‘Mix & Match’ as well as ‘More and More’. The meaning of the name is to combine their charms and grow together. They will be releasing their predebut single on July 27th, 6pm KST!

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“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”

text post sentence startersstatus: always accepting!

there’s a momentary pause, as if he’s trying to process her words, and then there’s laughter; loud, genuine laughter.

‘can i fill my heart with baes instead?’

( he asks himself, why do people drift apart? why do friends turn into strangers? yet deep down, he already knows the answer: it’s just the way the world works. and when it happens, you can try to hold on and salvage what you can, or resign yourself and let life take its course. either way, you’re bound to get hurt. )

‘i can’t believe i’m moping over someone who doesn’t even care about me. it really makes me wonder if we were even friends at all.’

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“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”

text post sentence startersstatus: always accepting!

touché, he thinks. now, this isn’t quite what he expected to hear, but that’s the thing with jisoo; she’s a breath of fresh air, always unpredictable, constantly taking him by surprise in one way or another.

‘i never knew being platonically heartbroken was a thing.’ until now. but friends can break your heart in ways you’ve never imagined, and he’s learned it the hard way. perhaps he should’ve seen it coming (people come and go; it’s a story as old as time), and perhaps now isn’t the time to worry about his heart (he’s got places to go and dreams to fulfill; he’s got stars in his eyes and a bright future ahead), but abandonment stings, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

‘i’d rather have the bees fill my heart with honey. that way, i’d never be sad again. i’d also probably get diabetes, but that’s another story.’

[shittyrpmemes]

text post sentence starters  /  original version here

“bro, you look so cute right now. dude, you are so fucking adorable.”

“wanna watch this murder documentary with me?”

“i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there’s a 900% chance i’ll cry.”

“i may act like I’m clueless but actually know what’s going on at al times.”

“attention: i need attention.”

“i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”

“drugs? no thanks, the only ‘high’ i need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder.”

“i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.”

“why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?”

“i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”

“i don’t want to look 'pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”

“i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”

“girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“

"i’d love to relax but that’s just not realistic.”

“contrary to popular belief i’m actually soft and have feelings.”

“this could be less hetero.”

“to be honest i just need a hug.”

“why can’t I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?”

“this is it, this is how i die: lack of attention.”

“are we just friends or is this flirting serious?”

“i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i’m lonely.”

“i may be ugly but at least i have an ugly personality too. consistency is key.”

“i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.”

“i am bysexual as in i’m not interested, goodbye.”

“i could win an olympic gold medal in being ignored.”

“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”

“i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.”

“i panic a lot of other places besides the disco.”

“which layer of hell do you think you’re going to?”

“my kink is being right.”

“my kink is being home alone.”

“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.”

“i can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, i have a big heart and can’t treat people badly, that’s just not me.”

“what about netflix and kill?”

“no offense but why does everyone hate me?”

“i’m a strong independent introvert who don’t need no social life.”

“why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”

“if a conversation goes on too long without being about me, i’m out.”

“i’m small, queer and something to fear.”

“all this sadness is bad for my skin.”

“i’m cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive”

“i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”

“she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me.”

“sorry for being awesome, loser.”

“is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”

[donghyun]

donghyun straight up giving us all a heart attack (feat. sewoon and little woojin) 

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junmni:

Junsu himself wasn’t familiar with idols. His knowledge of the celebrity world stemmed solely from what he heard in passing, or saw on the streets. The ones featured heavily in advertisements he can recognize quickly. The ones that weren’t… not so much.

That being said, it was easy to tell when an idol or star of some sort was visiting Coffee Temple. They were usually accompanied by a gruff looking manager, and – the most tell-tale sign – a horde of fangirls. Jun hated when idols visited. It added to the massive headache he always seemed to possess while working, and crowded the shop out. So when a young male with sunglasses, a hat, and face mask (the typical idol outfit) walked into the store, Junsu was prepared for another wave of annoyance to wash over him. If the boy was here, the fangirls weren’t long behind. The barista gave it a few seconds, but nothing came. Huh. Was this guy an idol? Or– Or was he just some dude that was self conscious? Or better yet, maybe he was hiding from an ex-girlfriend. Now that would be interesting. 

He kept his distance from the stranger for about fifteen minutes, before growing curious as to why the boy was so silent. Most people would have placed an order or left by now. Making his way over to the stool where the male had sat down, Junsu looked at him with a speculating glance. “Uh…. hi…? Are you just chillin’ here, or are you gonna buy something? I’m supposed to kick you out if you don’t buy one of our dumb overpriced drinks, but I don’t really care… What’s with the get-up, by the way? Hiding from someone?”

kim donghyun wasn’t park jihoon, who’d managed to hit the headlines with so much as a wink. he wasn’t kang daniel, who’d been crowned as wanna one’s center. he wasn’t lai guanlin, who’d stolen everyone’s hearts with his good looks. he was just kim donghyun, and even though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit jealous (just a little bit), he was certain he’d get there one day, eventually.

still, he was popular — popular enough to have sasaeng fans, at least. as the day of his debut with youngmin grew nearer, their fans were starting to get impatient, going as far as to stalk them and visit their company’s office. although he enjoyed randomly meeting people in public and didn’t even bother to disguise himself at times, he figured it’d be better to be a bit more discreet when going out for the time being.

so, there he was, seated at the back of the café, sunglasses on, face mask placed carefully over his mouth, probably looking like a huge douchebag. because who wears sunglasses indoors? he was supposed to meet up with gwanghyun, but he’d been waiting for at least fifteen minutes and his friend was nowhere to be seen. just as the barista came up to him, his phone buzzed.

[ SMS FROM: 이광현 ] something came up and i really can’t make it [ SMS FROM: 이광현 ] sorry!!! i’ll explain later ㅜㅜ

great.

‘hi.’ suddenly aware of how ridiculous he looked, he decided to take off his disguise before looking up at the other with a sheepish grin. ‘i was waiting for a friend, but it looks like i’ve been stood up.’ pouting, he took one last glance at his phone, then proceeded to scan through the menu. since he was there, he might as well just order something. ‘huh? was i being that obvious?’ an amused grin spread across his face and he couldn’t help but laugh as the other questioned him. ‘i’d like an iced caramel macchiato, please.’

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ahnyonce:

[ SMS → 동현 ] → tell me where you are & i’ll be there with boba for us and flicks for them ㅋㅋㅋ → aw, don’t get me wrong donghyun-ah! it was cute. okay? i liked it, → aigoo, is it another cheesy one? → i spoke & thought too soon. it was definitely  c h e e s y  but that one was pretty good as well. are you going to use these on your fangirls? ㅋㅋ

[ SMS: 혜진누나 ] our group chat is literally on fire right now. they keep asking if i snitched on them ㅋㅋ [ SMS: 혜진누나 ] this is what happens when you play truth or dare with them. [ SMS: 혜진누나 ] hm ... maybe i will! daehwi and woojin are natural-born noona killers. i need to step up my game ... ㅡㅡ 

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lastsnever:

his stern, yet playful chastising has amusement slipping from her features, lips pursed in a tame line. the ends of her mouth stay curved as if it knew of no other, mischievous sparkle never quite leaving her eyes. a lifetime of collecting bruises up and down her limbs has rendered her almost numb. psychologically, at least. (salty tears don’t make good medicine.) “well if i don’t get hurt anymore, you’ll be out of work, angel-nim!” she quips while barely biting back a grin, “and we don’t want that now, do we?” eunhee allows herself a brief string of sheepish laughter, trailing off to a quiet and mirroring his uncertain glances with ones of her own. her arm drops to her side warily in understanding, the canned drink in her hands only really working to numb her fingers than reduce the swelling at all. “well it still hurts so…” she adds to caution, albeit not making any more moves to protest. be careful, she wanted to say (ironically), but she didn’t think it fair.

maybe it’s the fact that they’re sitting so close to each other, or maybe it’s just the summer heat — he doesn’t quite know why, but he can feel his cheeks warm up faintly. (he hopes she won’t notice.) ‘this angel would rather have you safe and sound.’ a bright smile is sent her way, his fingers probing her forehead as gently as possible, careful not to cause her any more unnecessary pain. ‘it doesn’t really look that bad, actually. the bump should be gone in a few days.’ he’s tempted to crack yet another joke, but decides not to, giving her a gentle pat on the head instead. ‘this reminds me of that one time when i went shopping with youngmin and he walked straight into a glass door.’ his head is thrown back as he laughs, one hand flying up to cover his mouth. ‘it was so embarrassing! but at least it didn’t happen to me.’ granted, just like everyone else, he’s had his fair share of awkward moments, but he’d rather not think about any of them. ‘aren’t you going to get into trouble if you show up at your dorm with a huge bump on your forehead?’

[junmni-blog]

Meet MOON JUNSU, the (ILLEGITIMATE) SON of one of Korea’s most wealthy and well-known CHAEBOLS. Despite his blood, there’s nothing classy about him. He’s crass, asinine, and up to no good. You can find him vandalizing walls, bumming cigarettes, and drinking so much cheap beer you can practically hear his liver cry out in pain. DON’T BE FOOLED, and don’t think you can ‘CHANGE’ him; he’s not a bad boy with a golden heart– he’s just BAD. (at least, that’s what he tells himself)

       original character. strictly literate. (n)sfw. // ( profile. ) ( history. ) ( wanted plots. )

                          REBLOG + LIKE FOR A STARTER OF SOME SORT.

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ahnyonce:

[ SMS → 동현 ]

→ hm? okay, i might have an answer. →yah! i’m tempted to head over and flick them both on the forehead because i know you all still like to hang out !!  → aigooyah. what kind of cheesy material is that? tell them they’re so unoriginal. → but to answer your question……. not really. 😝

[ SMS: 혜진누나 ] oooh please do ㅋㅋ they deserve a good scolding ㅋ ㅋ [ SMS: 혜진누나 ] i chose that pick-up line though ㅜㅜ i thought it'd be cute! [ SMS: 혜진누나 ] how about this one: [ SMS: 혜진누나 ] my doctor says i'm lacking vitamin u

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@thaimaknae。

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misfortunes never come alone, or so they say. and somehow, it seems to be true, donghyun thought as he wandered aimlessly through the pouring rain, gloomy and drenched to the skin. it was a miserable day that matched his miserable mood. as if being stood up by his friends wasn’t enough, the sky broke open and there came a sudden downpour, soaking him entirely and leaving him feeling as if every ounce of joy had been sucked out of him. it wasn’t as if he’d forgotten to bring an umbrella, or something of the sort. yet, as luck would have it, by the time he finally managed to yank it out of his backpack, it was too late.

so, why bother anyway?

no one seemed to recognize him, and while under different circumstances he would’ve been disappointed, today, for once, he didn’t want to be seen in such a deplorable state. as he noticed a girl struggling to shield herself from the rain, he found himself approaching her, opening his umbrella and holding it out to her, a tired, yet warm smile plastered on his face.

‘here, take this.’

(after all, she seemed to need it more than he did.)