best dressed

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[2miin]

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minho ░ side effects mv making

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minho - stray kids x couchtalk

[alumparents-blog]

     “oh. . . well then.” he said, his eyes worried, but his tone emotionless. she was a stranger, so what did he have to hide from her? but what if the information got back to his parents? that would be a complete disaster! he wanted to lie, but why, was that not more work? would it pay off better? he took a little too long trying to respond to her.      “yeah, i just. . . i’ve never really been to college, but, ya know, mom and dad say it’s hella expensive.” he shot her a weird smile, an ingenuine one, one that he was not prepared for.      “what are you going to study? er, like, get a degree in.”

[alumparents-blog]

     dylan hated the subway. he wanted to take an uber, or a taxi, or have dad come get him, but he had no choice. it was too late in the night, and he was supposed to be studying to keep the idea alive that he was still in college. he was headed back from the library, of course, where he was studying fashion and reading some books, but he was long past getting his business degree now.      he was reading something, something on his phone to barely keep him awake. he was supposed to be studying, studying, studying, studying, but here he was, a failure. to make matters worse, the woman just one seat over from him carried the stench of partying and vomiting with her. he did not even need to look at her to know where she had been, and though he did not want to, he was already making a million assumptions about who she was as a person.      when the question was posed to him, he did not even blink. he was a good debate club kid, he knew how to talk and question the nature of reality on a dime such as this. granted, he did not expect it from seemingly one of the failed people in society.      “hm. . . that is interesting, but i think before we get into that, we must discuss whether or not a god exists to make hell.” finally, he looked up, but his monotone voice was all the same, “or are you just complaining about life while pretending to sound philosophical?”

[alumparents-blog]

     calmly, and carefully, dylan looked up from his phone. he was reading a conspiracy theory's podcast transcript, something about a palermo family, but that was nothing compared to what was happening in front of him. partially he was happy that something was finally happening but another part of him was disgusted with what he was seeing.      like the good debate club kid he was, he did not show any sign of being on the woman or the man’s side. he waltzed up to them, and with a monotone voice asked, “sir, what do you think you’re doing? if you really were trying to hurt her or grab her, why would you be doing it in a place where witnesses are everywhere?” one day he would surely be clocked in the jaw for his calm tone, but through one’s own decision making process was the best way to defeat anyone.      somehow, he ended up standing beside her and facing the man.

[cinnaminsvga]

“the trust before sleep that tomorrow will be different”

— yoongi, sea (바다)

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breathtaking

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[leeknown]

this look… 

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[alumparents-blog]

headcanon

     as dylan got older and began going to middle school, he found fashion and debating. the debate class he found first after, in middle school, he learned that in order to graduate he needed a certain amount of electives, he rolled the dice and chose the debate class. usually in the form of clubs, this school had an entire two year course dedicated to the art form.      he spent most of his studies learning about debates and how to be good at them. he would practice with his parents and older siblings as much as possible. he became very good at it, finding the perfect balance of good will and confrontation needed to convince someone to change their minds. he then joined a debate club at the school which was separate but related to the class. then, he joined another club meant for homeschooled children, but they let him join anyway. this was how he spent his free time. arguing, fighting, thinking, and winning. this was his meditation.      after leaving high school, dylan had since stopped attending the debate classes since he had taken all the classes he could and he stopped going to the clubs at the school since he no longer attended the school. in his first few months in college he stayed in the homeschool group, but after studies became too difficult to keep up with, he had to end his time at the homeschooled debate club to focus on college.      now, his primary arguments take place in cafes with strangers or at home with his family. still unsure of how he will tell his family he got kicked out, for the time being, he will not be in any debate clubs, but has been wondering if he should attend any behind his parents’ backs.

[alumparents-blog]

     a cuss word in an argument? and a one sided argument, too? how lovely. dylan took in a deep breath. this guy was agreeing with him, at the very least, but doing it in such a rude way. the argument, the conversation, was pretty much over. this was not a man dylan wanted to have on his side anyway.      “yes, i did explain how to get dressed, which your mama still clearly does for you. and tell me, do you kiss her with that nasty-ass mouth of yours? do you really talk to her like that or am i just an exception here?”

[alumparents-blog]

     dylan smiled to himself. finally, someone on this earth who was aware of their arguing capabilities. they both knew they had differing opinions, and because the argument would be completely opinion based, there could be no winner. he knew that, she knew that, and it made his heart full.      as she spoke, he nodded, conceding to every point she had, up until her comment about pumpkin spice smells. were they the best? he had never thought about it. he pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows.      “the best? well, i don’t know about the best.” he admitted, “i think maple is the best smell. and, oh, gingerbread, yeah, that’s gotta be the best warm-feeling smell of them all!”