my ego's in this show

✮ 90s ✮ she/her ✮ writer ✮ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ✮

[bangchaninkalem]

🎀 before following / about me 🎀

🎀 - I'm Kalem. I have a huge love for Stray Kids and Ateez. As well as horror movies and all things alternative and creepy. Although, this blog is meant for my love for writing and only that.

🎀- ☼: Pisces ☾: Sagittarius ↑: Libra

🎀 - Bisexual

🎀 - I will post as often as i can but no promises as my writing maybe drabbles, little thoughts of random things here and there. I will write what feels best and what strikes me at the moment.

🎀 - I write content for adults. only. No minors whatsoever. If age is not included in the actual bio or a pinned post on your profile i will block.

🎀- Do not interact if you are drama. If you are transphobic, homophobic, etc. It is not welcome here. My page is safe for everyone here. Kindness is free. It shall be that way everywhere. I do not tolerate any of it. Absolutely no minors. NONE.

🎀 - I am ALWAYS down to write little drabbles and hard thoughts. It may take some time to get them but i am always down to do so! Feel welcome to do so!

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🎀 - masterlist

🎀 - latest work: it's a scream

[svintsandghosts]

i wasn't gonna share here but i'm also at a witt's end. i need all the help and good energy i can get. i have been dealing with some family issues and family emergencies. my mom is in the hospital and im over state lines. i am also not able to get to her being the reason for this alone. if anyone can donate, help, or even just share. i'd forever be appreciative. i just know i'm here now and i'm not sure how about going to do this much less like doing so. if not comfortable with gofundme, please reach out. i'm unsure how to even do this. i just know im here now.

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[bangchaninkalem]

hi friends. 

so i'm sure this won't come as any surprise at all, but it's a decision i've been waging on for abit now. i am gonna be stepping back from this blog and writing in general. i won't delete the page as it's possible i may come back and start up again, but as of right now i'm just not sure it's a thing for me. i want my writing to come off natural and not forced, but it's not in my power to do so at the moment. i want to thank you all for supporting my works, and my love for these artists. i'm still here and still active just not on this page. at least for now. sending you all so much love and hugs from me if wanted of course. i understand if you want to unfollow and such, but just felt the need to give an update.

thank you all for the experience. ❤️

[miinsang]

mingi and his pretty nails ✨

[pshstar]

ateez library ! ♡.

below are ateez fics that i have read!

warning !! smut fics ahead

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note: do inform me if there is an error to the links! just send me an ask or dm me

masterlist/s of my fave authors !!

@kitten4sannie ♡...

@tenelkadjowrites ♡...

ot8.

untitled, this or that| @k-hotchoisan

and they were roommates | @1-800-shedevil

deep down | @seventhcallisto

outlaw | @staytinyville

destiny will always find us, eternally ours | @ja3hwa

hongjoong

only look at me | @pyramid-of-starrs

if only you were mine | @yunsho

mine | @nebulousbrainsoup

seonghwa

separate masterlist

yunho

stepbrother! yunho | @kpop-dungeon-dark

yeosang

nothing to see here yet

san

howling to your moon | @essenteez

caught you , got you | @bangchaninkalem

mingi

nothing to see here yet

wooyoung

first snow | @cheollipop

till death do us part | @jonghoslvt

jongho

nothing to see here yet

poly

[bangchaninkalem]

thank you so much ❤️❤️ thank you for reading and the support love!

[bangchaninkalem]

🎀 ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ - ᴋɪᴍ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ/ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2.7ᴋ

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀɴ, ʏᴜɴʜᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ɪᴅᴏʟ/ᴘʀᴇᴅᴜʙᴛ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ.

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ᴘʀᴇᴅᴇʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ / ᴘʀᴇᴅᴇʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴀɴ

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ʜᴏᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ)

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ? ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ? ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀꜱʜ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴘʟᴀɢᴜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ɪᴛ

Things are changing.

They have changed.

It was changed the moment an agreement to an attractive man who you just clicked with at a bar, with a silk voice, dimples that made an appearance anytime he laughed or smiled. A mutual agreement to show the man all things your little town had to offer. A travel he had made for his job, a random meet, and a random week long hook up cause you needed to get out there according to your lovely friends.

A boyfriend who has given you the world, shortly met just weeks after the hookup who left for new opportunities and dreams. A boyfriend who took the fact his new girlfriend of a month was pregnant with someone else's child. A boyfriend who has took the responsibility for her, for you, and a boyfriend who just a year later decided this is all he wants in life.

His beautiful girlfriend and her daughter, a little girl who views the world differently, beautifully, who is dubbed as a little Kitty with the way her dimples find purchase when she smiles the biggest.

Things are changing, that's confirmed as the car ride to the next destination with a few flights are in the way to the next life step.

New home.

Marriage.

Family.

New Career.

The ride is quiet, nothing but the music filing the car, your fiancé Hongjoong's tapping against the steering wheel to one of the songs on the radio.

It changes when the voice of your little girl who is spitting image of her father, a button nose just like her dad, her cat like eyes just as beautifully brown, and the same dimples. The same features as a father who doesn't know she even exists fills the car, a whine that indicates just what she wants.

"It's okay Kitty, here's our song."

Hongjoong's voice fills the car, "You gonna sing it with daddy?"

It's the smile that always finds her precious little face, the eyes that drop into crescent moons that makes you often wonder where the man ended up, if he would ever even know the outcome to the situation that happened between two strangers.

The morning had been a long one, Kitty declaring for pancakes and smiling when she got them, her favorite tv show on the screen as she sang along to the theme song, her messy hair falling from the pig tails from the night before, it had been an easy morning thus far.

Till it wasn't, her hands were gripping to t shirt as she refused to do anything other than be at your side or be held. Tears filling her eyes for almost an hour now as you did your best to keep patience with her restless and exhausted mood.

She's almost asleep, cuddled into your arms with her favorite stuffy toy and blanket wrapped perfectly around her small frame that the phone rings. Her body jumps, eyes fluttering open as her eyebrows furrow before she is back to relaxing and sighing in contentment of comfort in your arms.

It's ruined fairly shortly afterwards, her irritability back on her face with tears strolling down, her comfort no longer present. It's all you can do to just remind yourself, the new change that has no doubt threw things off for her and you alone.

The phone rings from where you last left it on the counter for what feels like the thousandth time, a focus on the little girl who has been cranky and absolutely hysterical. It's on the fourth time your phones goes off that you answer it, a bit frustrated in the tone as you manage to snap out the greeting tone.

Hongjoong's voice fills the phone call, his usual hi baby greeting through. He can no doubt hear the chaos, further confirmed when his favorite girl comes to cuddle into your arms and whines, shaky breathes filling the speakers on your now fiancés end.

"Is she still fighting sleep?"

It's the exhausted tone that pours through in your voice, the frustration that comes from being a parent, on very little sleep, and still having to unpack boxes and find little things that Kitty needs.

"How about this baby? Why don't you and Kitty come to the dance studio for a bit? Maybe it will wear her out some?"

Hongjoong suggests, "Can even grab some lunch on the way here. She can spend some time with dad and you can meet my coworkers?"

It's worth the try, you guess.

The building is huge, a big step up from where Hongjoong previously worked, a temp position before for training. One he was more than glad to take in hopes to further his dream and career. It makes you ecstatic for the man, happy that he went through with it even if he suggested an easier job due to Kitty's arrival.

Hongjoong's hard work and training had paid off.

It worked out for the best.

"Daddy!"

Kitty screams, her little hand releasing from yours as she darts to where the man is standing. His focus turning to her as he pulls his attention from the man standing beside him one you have yet to notice just yet. Hongjoong is kneeling and opening his arms to the little girl, smiling when she slams into his chest and wrapping his arms around her.

He is quick to pick her up, making his way to meet you in the middle and press a kiss to your lips as he pulls you in to his side with his free arm. His attention back on the man that stands beside him, watching silently before speaking.

"Y/N, this is one of the artists i'm working with."

Hongjoong smiles, "Well one of the few artists."

The excitement is apparent in your fiancés eyes, his whole entire being is vibrating as he squeezes at your hip with his freehand. Proud of his currently position, "This is Choi San."

It's as if the world stops, things shift, and the color drains from your face as you look up to the face of the name. The same familiar brown eyes that remind you of the one week hook up, the events, and the memories that still find solace in your heart on the random days of remembering how your little girl got here and how she found her way to you.

Out of all the ways you could find the man again, this is not what had ran through your being, thoughts, and memories. This was not in your conversations with him of his work, his dreams, but he is here in front of you.

He had gotten buff, his hair a little longer now, no longer black hair, but blonde. A few tattoos rest on his skin, one on his leg above the knee. A few words but you won't dare to stare to any longer than need be. He isn't the same San you met a year ago.

San's eyes are searching for any sort of connection, as if he almost expected you to forget the week of your life with him. Yet, you couldn't. Not when a pregnancy came after. Not when his kid is here too, in your now fiancés arms and unknowingly meeting her biological dad.

With the current career your future husband is now in, now connected too, and about to be entertained with, things are only going to get more messy, and it's best the truth comes out sooner than later.

"Baby?"

Hongjoong whispers, his hand finding yours and squeezing before you are reminded of where you are.

"You okay?"

Nodding, you look to San again.

"Nice to meet you."

He repeats the same words back to you.

Conversing again with the man beside you, who only begins to introduce the little girl in his arms. Brown eyes that find her unknown father's, whispering a small hi as she tucks her face into his neck hiding.

"How crazy is it we find ourselves running back into each other again and you've gone and got a beautiful family Kim?"

San speaks, a smirk spreading across his face.

It's the way your skin crawls that makes you feel like maybe he knows especially when his eyes find yours, an eyebrow raising at the comment.

"Better to start now Choi."

Hongjoong chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head.

"I guess you're right."

Hongjoong is by your side, grabbing your hand as he watches Kitty chase behind Yunho. One of few members who had been scheduled to rehearse the dances. Kitty had taken to the man so quickly, copying him to every extent she could.

Hongjoong gives your hand a squeeze, sending the immediate change in your mood. The shift that happened whenever San had been near, had been introduced, and just over all in the room. A shift that hadn't been experienced since the phone call he had received of the positive pregnancy test.

It makes his stomach twist.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?"

His thumb traces along your skin, he can feel the tension as you sigh. The shakiness that follows through after as you began to speak.

"You remember how i told you about the week long hook up?"

The man nods, "How i would tell you about it someday just i needed to process the whole situation?"

He nods again, "I guess it's the time to tell you now."

You sigh, "San was the hook up."

The dam is just about to overflow, "San is her dad."

The dam breaks.

It's flooding and overfilling as you watch the man beside you. The man who owns every single piece of your heart remove his hand slowly from yours, eyebrows furrowing together, and hands going to his hair as if he is pushing the information inside of his mind to process quicker.

As if he needs to almost find solace in the moments he would with you and Kitty sooner.

It's as if it clicks for him, things make sense as soon as San finds his way back into the practice room. Hongjoong's eyes are taking in the details between the two; eyes, lips, mouth, cheeks, and, his eyes occasionally darting to you as he does so.

It's enough to make things worse, terrible, awful, and all he can do is run out of the room, out of the building, and out to his car. Out of the situation that makes his heart cave inside his chest, break in every single beating, second guess his life and choices that brought him so much happiness.

So much love.

It's all he can do to not get away from everyone, even from the little girl who calls him daddy.

The room seems so silent and dark, you aren't sure what to expect anymore but San finding his way to the seat beside you was not it or maybe it was. You aren't too sure anymore.

"I'm assuming that had to do with me, huh?"

He doesn't know why he asked.

You nod, hands only tightening on to your black pants. He can only nod in response, his eyes darting to where Yunho and Kitty still continue to play. Their laughter filling the space, completely clueless to the turmoil that's building.

"She's mine, isn't she?"

A choked sob escapes your lips, hands covering your mouth as you look to Kitty and nod. A guilt flowing through your chest so fast, "I didn't have intention of hiding her from you."

You shake your head, "I just.."

San only nods, understanding the situation.

"I know you didn't."

That energy never came from you, he isn't always the best judge of character but he knows enough from the week alone. The pure energy that radiates so powerfully from you.

From the girl who has been so deeply engraved into his memory, who he thinks about often, and if things had been so much more different, he'd have given up everything for just for more time.

It's a sigh that comes from the man, a hand that finds its way to your shoulder, "Give him some time."

A squeeze, "He'll come around."

San nods, "He loves that little girl."

He gives a smile.

His hand is in his own lap, watching the little girl who is now play fighting with Yunho and another member of the group. Her laugh louder as she follows behind Yunho, her little arms swinging and doing her best to get him.

San chuckles from beside you, "She's got my laugh i see."

It's all you do to nod and smile.

"Yeah she does."

Kitty is sound asleep by the time you are in the house, you don't have the heart to wake her and place her into the bath tub much less change her out of the clothes that she had demanded to stay in before leaving Hongjoong's work place.

You also didn't have the heart nor energy to disagree. She is sleeping soundly, resting how she needs, and against all the advice you've ever been given in your parenting career. You place her in the bed with you, too tired to even make more than a few steps to place her in the next room over in her own bed.

Despite the crushing weight of the events of the day, you feel peace at watching her sleep. Her chest moving slowly as she dreams. It's in your best interest to follow behind her in rest, flipping the lamp on your beside table off, it's what you intend to do.

The front door being opened is what awakens you, startles you awake. Frantically checking the time only to see the calls from Hongjoong, the two hour long period of his phone calls. The countless voicemails that are clear on your screen, only to be there and followed by text messages. His begging for you to call him.

He had given up in doing so, deciding to just come home, that much is said via a text message. Entranced by the notifications, you don't hear him enter the bedroom, hear his voice, or the sigh that hits his voice when he sees you up.

His eyes are glossy as they search for answers in yours, it's a silent tug of war as both of you wait for the other to speak. For the tensions to either bend or break, to wave a white flag in front of the other.

It's him that's the first to speak, sitting on the couch that sits along a wall. His hands in his hair as he inhales with each word that seems to find its way out, "I am so sorry."

His voice cracking, "I overreacted."

"I don't want to loose you or Kitty."

His eyes dart to the little girl who is sleeping so peacefully, one hand resting by head. The other clutching a stuffy that had been given to her for Christmas, a gift from Hongjoong. Only further sending his thoughts down, "I understand if you want San in her life, if you want to make sure knows that's her father. Her real one, but please don't take my daughter away from me."

He just keeps talking, speaking, his thoughts pouting out. He isn't sure why, but it does. The thought of his whole entire world crashing down from loosing the ones who matter the most to him, "I love you guys so much. I can't loose you. I can't loose Kitty. I can't loose my family."

The tears are flowing, "Hongjoong, baby."

He's still going, hands shaking with each word that leaves his lips, each breath caves around in the air with a presence that radiates desperate from the man alone.

It's not till he feels your hands on his cheeks bringing his face to yours that it stops, the beauty that rests in the brown eyes finds peace in yours alone, "Baby, you aren't gonna loose us."

Your thumb swipes at the tears that roll down his cheeks, "We aren't leaving."

You give a soft smile, "Things may have changed in San's presence, but you are still Kitty's dad. You are still my fiancé. You are still our world."

You whisper, "we're here."

Hongjoong nods, "We're here."

"Together."

ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ! ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ. // ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʟᴇᴍ©️ 2023 - ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ.

[buryallmyboness]

hello.

i am opening up my commissions for my edits, i could use the extra cash due to hard times going on. i won't put too much detail out there as i am not too comfortable doing so. i am open to hear all ideas and such, as well as hear possible thoughts and ideas for whatever edit is wanted and if i can do so. feel free to message me and we can talk ideas ❤️ or if you just want to donate to help, i'd forever be appreciative as well. i would appreciate any help or purchase of commission. thank you. ❤️

[atzupdates]

SH 💫 [230908] Instagram Update #In-starhwa-gram "In Singapore🤍"

[bangchaninkalem]

your work got me obsessed over ateez and i’m on san brain rot again, your writing is just too good. HOWEVER this san hype train/obsession is getting me a little guilty as a chan biased so i thought…

can i request something on bff chan getting jealous and punishing/confessing to the fem reader for spending too much time with san? my delulu era is kicking.

thank you again, i love your work

- and since i’ve finally decided to come out, can i be 🦊 anon?

Hello lovey! Welcome! ❤️

Of course you can! You are my first anon! I don't know why that makes me so happy but it does. As for requests, i am currently struggling to get many words out. I can attempt to write it if wanted still, but it may take me abit if you are willing to wait?

[bangchaninkalem]

🎀 ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ - ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴍɪɴɢɪ

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.16ᴋ

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏꜱ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴ, ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜɪᴛ (ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ.) ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ʟɪɴᴇ ( ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜱɪᴅᴇ.)

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: ɴᴏɴ!ɪᴅᴏʟ. ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴍɪɴɢɪ

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴍɪɴɢɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

The two bedroom house with such a cute little red trim that reminds you of the feeling of love and the beautiful red roses that make you smile. This beautiful home once felt comforting. It reminded you of a warm feeling, like hot chocolate that soothed the cold out of the very fragile body.

Safe.

Perfect.

It felt like home.

Now a days, it felt suffocating.

Unnerving.

Cold.

As if someone was in a freezer, locked in and desperately aching for warmth. At nights, it felt so cold.

So alone.

So blue.

So dark.

It felt like the bottom of the ocean, cold and dark. Freezing and fragile. Unnatural. Soul crushing. Chilling.

So dark and unnatural.

It felt like something from the stories you told in the dark as a child. Something. Something skin curling. Something that once you sat in your room alone and really had time to think of the things through out the day you did, it was something that would creep back into the forefront of your mind.

The same nervous and scary feeling startling your heart all over again as if experiencing the first heartbreak all over again. One that you can't really seem to remember. Yet, you know it to have happened.

Stepping in the front door of your home after work, a distressing day after dealing with other people and their selfishness entering this house was the last thing you needed.

Wanted.

Seconds felt like minutes. Hours felt like eternity.

You can't really remember when things changed and shifted inside the home. When the atmosphere shifted to a dark energy, the once decently calm home shifted to that energy of negative. Maybe it never did, it only got worse. You'd lost focus on most things under the house's roof.

Things turned up moved or missing, making themselves reappear the next morning or even days later. Usually when it was no longer needed. The energy slowly making it harder to unwind and unnerve the nerves that stayed on high inside your already fragile body.

You can't remember when things shifted even after that. When it turned to where it is now. Where you are absolutely stuck in terror to the bed, the useless black and red blanket that has more than enough to trigger anything unnatural, that no doubt felt like a target now to the energy that paced back and forth at the end of your bed.

Dark brown eyes shifting to you and to the floor, every so often muttering under its breath about the house. Its hair is a mess. Black strands messily falling over its eyes and it's with every occasion that it moves it out the way to only fall back in its place before.

It's angry.

That much is clear.

It's upset.

It's the first real sign you have ever seen if you ever needed one.

Two years.

You had counted every single day, stashing money in a secret jar inside the now unnerving home. A plan sat in front of you on the kitchen table. The black pen every so often falling off the table, a common occurrence now a days. It's loosing its effect.

Annoying more now than ever, really.

The fear no longer rattling inside the mind of yours, body of yours no longer feeling chills take over when the energy makes itself known or messes with things inside the home. Some days, it's little sounds and such. Others, it seems angry. As if it's unsure if the effect it's meant to have no longer works. It's testing the waters, showing its powers to startle and fear.

It no longer works.

It no longer causes the skin of yours to prickle with chills and absolute terror. No matter how many times it shows itself. No matter the amount of times that it sits at the end of the bed with the sinister blank stare as it watches you with a curiosity inside of its irises.

It no longer works outside of your nightmares.

It's calmer.

A feeling you can't really remember since two years ago. That's probably the most unsettling part, a peace and calming feeling as you enter the home these days. The once soul crushing feeling faded into another.

The once burnt and sulfur smell now filled with flowers and lavender.

Not that it matters now, you guess. Not when

you have an important opportunity to leave this little hell trap. You'd been sure to leave the money jar on the counter the night before as you rushed out the door. As you hopefully found a home that was in your price range. Giddy and excited, it ebbs through your whole being as you reach the kitchen counter. Eyes on the phone in your hand as you type away and reach out for the jar.

Panic flows through as you meet the marble, eyes darting to the counter only to find the money jar gone. An anxious feeling settling, eyes darting around the kitchen to find the spaces empty even with active searching.

It's horror that fills your being again, a horror that for once maybe you really are destined to be stuck here.

Tears flood your vision as you look around the room, devastation and sinking. If only you knew the eyes that now followed you with curiosity.

The ghost is full of curiosity as it watches you, some weird device between your legs. A humming sound following with it, every so often its brown eyes find their way to your face as it watches it shift to pleasure. A whimper following shortly after. Although, he's been here for longer than you have. Mingi has never seen any of his previous room mates do this. He has had a lot. He has managed to scare every single one of them but you are, well you don't give up.

A groan escapes past your swollen lips, the device now laying on the mattress beside you as you curse under your breath. Hands going to your hair to tug the strands, another curse leaving your lips as you sit up on the bed and reach for your phone. Another device he had simply had to get used too.

He is not from these more expensive times.

The familiar sounds of a pornography fill the silent space of the bedroom, the device now back in between your legs with a now softer hum as it moves inside of your warmth, squelching of your walls from swallowing the toy. A whimper following after.

Mingi's feet are moving before he can stop himself, settling his face just right near your core. A sudden urge taking over as his tongue makes contact with your lips and rolling over them. It's the sigh that leaves that your mouth that makes it more obvious to the ghost.

His tongue carefully laps at your clit, eyes darting to your face as the device seems to pump further inside of you. The phone now resting on the bed beside you, the video still playing as your hands now have found solace into the sheet.

Mingi's accomplished a goal, he almost feels as you finally release the coil that had been building for hours now. The device seemingly failing to bring you the pleasure without a little help.

He feels good, maybe in more ways than one.

Two-thirty am.

It's the first time chills have woken you up, the cold of the room almost frigid. It's not exactly making sense as you take in the dark room around you, eyes moving to take in the room and the time on your phone. You miss the figure at the end of the bed, no longer just a clear see through figure. A now apparent figure that stares at you, awaiting for when you make your way to spot him.

It's the first time that the apparent presence had made its self known. Much less this clearly. A smirk spreads across his face as soon as you take notice. A form you would not have expected from the ghost.

Is this fear settling again?

A new way to scare you?

You can't help but to sink under the covers more, wrapping the blanket around to comfort you. Somehow hoping that maybe you will wake up and be in a dream. An awful and horrible dream, but the closer he moves to you and the harder your heart pounds, something is telling you that is far from the cause.

His brown eyes dance across your form, hands reaching out to touch the visibly skin. When it does make contact, you can't help but to gasp and shudder against the cold that seeps through your bones.

"Mine."

The ghost mutters under his breath, each touch moving further up your body as it follows behind with heat. A warming heat that would come from a fire pit, hell, it fills the cold that once touched your body.

"Don't."

The figure halts his movements, an eyebrow raised as his eyes find yours. Honey swirls behind them finding solace as he rubs his thumb along the side of your face, a spark following behind it.

"You mustn't remember me?"

His hands still trace on your skin, finding themselves once again at your arms dancing slowly to the hands that clutch at the cover. Chills

following behind as he hums, "Guessing not."

His face is directly in front of yours, once brown eyes now turning white as his hands being yours to his chest. The burning feeling now turning to a scorching feeling that brings tears to your eyes, as you find his remaining peacefully as ever.

"Don't worry sweetheart, it will all make sense my beloved."

Scorching.

A fire.

Burning.

Brown eyes now white as they trace every inch of skin that remains so beautifully covered and perfectly persevered.

It's only a -

"Mingi?"

A hum of approval, "Mingi, i'm here."

"I am here."

His once stonefaced softens upon his name, "Welcome back my beloved, i knew i'd find you."

Mingi hums.

[bangchaninkalem]

🎀 ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴏʏ - ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.18ᴋ

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ᴘᴡᴘ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏꜱ(ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ), ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏᴍ/ꜱᴜʙ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ(?), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: ɴᴏɴ!ɪᴅᴏʟ. ᴘᴡᴘ.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ɢᴜʏ.

Wooyoung's whimpers fill the quiet room, desperate for just a simple touch but he knows just the punishment it would be if he caves. If the hands that sit under him and digging into the cushion under him as he watches the toy rub over your swollen bud. If they reach out just for the simplest touch of the smooth skin of your body to his, the punishment that would take place after.

Many that run through his mind that he had experienced multiple times and no matter how much he wants to touch, finger, feel, and fuck. He'll wait patiently.

He'll wait his turn.

His eyes darting to keep contact from where the toy meets it and drifting down to the wetness that slowly drips down from your pussy, slowly flowing like a waterfall down to the sheets that lay underneath. His mouth practically watering at the sight. Wooyoung is in for a long night. He knows this.

The whimpers from you filling the room just as his are, broken and a cry for any release. Legs shaking from what feels like the fifth or sixth climax of the night that he can count from the purple rabbit vibrator, eyes meeting yours as they watch him.

It's on the highest speed, pressed so hard against the bud. A place where he wishes his tongue could be. His fingers even feeling the softness of your clot, the wetness of it along his fingers slowly running down them.

"Fuck."

Snapping him out of his trance to where your head is rolled back, soft moans escaping past the swollen bitten lips, eyes practically finding purchase to the back of the skull.

"Woo, i'm so wet."

He gulps at the tone.

Your voice is already heaven to the man.

The way you can speak such an angelic tone to him in every single word that's ever left your lips, his name is a siren song from those lips. It's his kryptonite, he's no superman but in all aspects you really are his Louis Lane.

"Baby, it feels so good."

He can see it.

"You are such a good boy for me beautiful boy."

It's a sight that drives him absolutely insane.

Makes him desperate to feel just a touch of your wetness on his length that's practically ready to bust. He's been hard for what feels like eternity. It's so hard for you, his cock is desperately aching to find its place where it's meant to be.

All he needs is for you to just let him inside, to feel the warmth, and the velvet walls that bring him so much pleasure. His pocket pussy doesn't even do this for him. It's not wet, not the way you are. It doesn't soak him with a cloudy mind. It doesn't hug him the same way. It's not the same as you.

It doesn't work for him.

It's not toe curling for him or for you.

It doesn't cry the same way you do from overstimulation, it can never be the same.

It doesn't sq -

Squelching of the toy entering inside your lithe body fills the room, a broken whine escaping past Woo's lips at the sound. A broken plead from the man as he stares at the toy moving at the slowest pace.

Focus completely on the man in front of you, each stroke of the toy so painful slow. The little shockwaves hitting you every time the rabbit just simply brushes that one spot, the vision of stars hitting so close to the point of release behind your eyes.

"Baby boy."

Wooyoung's attention is hyper focused.

"Please baby."

Everywhere.

"Fuck me."

He's loosing focus, loosing his patience and will. His grip, reality, and whatever thin line in between as he whimpers at the sight. The way you sound, the way your walls sound. It's enough to make him slip up.

He knows he should be quiet. He just can't help it. He can't help but to let the little whimper slip past. It's so ready for him, so perfect, and it's practically crying for him to come and fit his cock in where it should be.

It's the eyebrow raise from you, the toy sliding out and in again at a faster pace that he knows the slip up that happened. The very thought that flashes across your face that tells him his turn has been pushed further along.

"Fuck me Woo."

It's the sinister tone that comes from you, the toy picking its pace up as your eyes stay trained on the man across the room. His eyes darting from the toy sheeted so beautifully inside to the eyes that are so beautifully blown out from pleasure.

"Oh fuck."

His grip getting tighter to the cushion with each and every wet sound that comes from your core with each thrust or as you slowly slip the toy out. The line that trails from the toy from just how wet you truly are. How many times you have came to just the toy alone.

"Oh.."

Back arching.

"My."

Wooyoung is loosing the battle.

"Fucking."

Eyes rolling.

"God."

Chills taking over your body, beautiful decorating the skin that is bare to the man. Eyes blown with stars swirling inside them at the climax that now has taken over your body again and legs closing to hold the toy inside. So strong to surrender to the feeling, your head lolling back to the pillow. A silent cry slipping past, breasts heaving with each sharp intake of air.

One hand so tightly wound up in the blankets and sheets, you completely miss the actions of the man before you. So entranced in the presence in front of him, each mental picture taking place as his eyes slowly fall down along your body.

You are drained, okay with the teasing of the night of the man whom has been way too patient with you and watching the pleasure overtake your body that he was so desperate to give to you. Your beautiful boy.

"My sweet beautiful boy."

You smile at Wooyoung, rolling your head along the pillow to find him in the chair still where he stayed the whole time. Absolutely in awe of the man, of his patience, and his determination to keep to himself as you brought so much pleasure to your body to render you completely weak.

His reward now, you.

Such a good boy he is.

Truly.

It's when your eyes dart down to the swollen cock that you frown, eyebrows furrowing, and finding the beautiful brown eyes that stare back at you with the upmost displeasure in the current situation once Wooyoung realizes the situation in front of him or rather on him.

"Oh no."

You tut.

Wooyoung frowns.

"Did you cum?"

He was doing so good.

He was holding on.

Wooyoung absolutely knows what this means and it's only further confirmed from the way you get up off the bed and completely disregard the man's help as you head to the bathroom. As the shower cuts on and the hum of the toy takes over the space again.

ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ! ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ. // ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʟᴇᴍ©️ 2023 - ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ.

[chokchokk]

ITS TOO EARLY FOR ME TO BE READING THIS. i. i will be thinking of and hearing whimpering wooyoung the whole day this is……

*harrumphs*

sooOooooo bAaAaad….. (i am a bad liar it is actually the best thing.)

WOOYOUNG IN THIS? sweet baby from heavens is so down bad for reader it is always my favourite genre of men. and also him being called good boy and beautiful so often? MHM. found my place.

the writing was so good!!! me LOVES when the reader is confident and narrator just emphasises the fact reader is sexy because it cant be said ENOUGH

LMAO anyhow i had a blast and will have a blast fufufu~ xoxo

[bangchaninkalem]

okay okay i know i'm like so LATE reacting to the response here but please know i'm forever appreciative of you and your reactions! it means more than you will ever know.

[yunwooz]

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🎀 ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴏʏ - ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.18ᴋ

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ᴘᴡᴘ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏꜱ(ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ), ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏᴍ/ꜱᴜʙ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ(?), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: ɴᴏɴ!ɪᴅᴏʟ. ᴘᴡᴘ.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ɢᴜʏ.

Wooyoung's whimpers fill the quiet room, desperate for just a simple touch but he knows just the punishment it would be if he caves. If the hands that sit under him and digging into the cushion under him as he watches the toy rub over your swollen bud. If they reach out just for the simplest touch of the smooth skin of your body to his, the punishment that would take place after.

Many that run through his mind that he had experienced multiple times and no matter how much he wants to touch, finger, feel, and fuck. He'll wait patiently.

He'll wait his turn.

His eyes darting to keep contact from where the toy meets it and drifting down to the wetness that slowly drips down from your pussy, slowly flowing like a waterfall down to the sheets that lay underneath. His mouth practically watering at the sight. Wooyoung is in for a long night. He knows this.

The whimpers from you filling the room just as his are, broken and a cry for any release. Legs shaking from what feels like the fifth or sixth climax of the night that he can count from the purple rabbit vibrator, eyes meeting yours as they watch him.

It's on the highest speed, pressed so hard against the bud. A place where he wishes his tongue could be. His fingers even feeling the softness of your clot, the wetness of it along his fingers slowly running down them.

"Fuck."

Snapping him out of his trance to where your head is rolled back, soft moans escaping past the swollen bitten lips, eyes practically finding purchase to the back of the skull.

"Woo, i'm so wet."

He gulps at the tone.

Your voice is already heaven to the man.

The way you can speak such an angelic tone to him in every single word that's ever left your lips, his name is a siren song from those lips. It's his kryptonite, he's no superman but in all aspects you really are his Louis Lane.

"Baby, it feels so good."

He can see it.

"You are such a good boy for me beautiful boy."

It's a sight that drives him absolutely insane.

Makes him desperate to feel just a touch of your wetness on his length that's practically ready to bust. He's been hard for what feels like eternity. It's so hard for you, his cock is desperately aching to find its place where it's meant to be.

All he needs is for you to just let him inside, to feel the warmth, and the velvet walls that bring him so much pleasure. His pocket pussy doesn't even do this for him. It's not wet, not the way you are. It doesn't soak him with a cloudy mind. It doesn't hug him the same way. It's not the same as you.

It doesn't work for him.

It's not toe curling for him or for you.

It doesn't cry the same way you do from overstimulation, it can never be the same.

It doesn't sq -

Squelching of the toy entering inside your lithe body fills the room, a broken whine escaping past Woo's lips at the sound. A broken plead from the man as he stares at the toy moving at the slowest pace.

Focus completely on the man in front of you, each stroke of the toy so painful slow. The little shockwaves hitting you every time the rabbit just simply brushes that one spot, the vision of stars hitting so close to the point of release behind your eyes.

"Baby boy."

Wooyoung's attention is hyper focused.

"Please baby."

Everywhere.

"Fuck me."

He's loosing focus, loosing his patience and will. His grip, reality, and whatever thin line in between as he whimpers at the sight. The way you sound, the way your walls sound. It's enough to make him slip up.

He knows he should be quiet. He just can't help it. He can't help but to let the little whimper slip past. It's so ready for him, so perfect, and it's practically crying for him to come and fit his cock in where it should be.

It's the eyebrow raise from you, the toy sliding out and in again at a faster pace that he knows the slip up that happened. The very thought that flashes across your face that tells him his turn has been pushed further along.

"Fuck me Woo."

It's the sinister tone that comes from you, the toy picking its pace up as your eyes stay trained on the man across the room. His eyes darting from the toy sheeted so beautifully inside to the eyes that are so beautifully blown out from pleasure.

"Oh fuck."

His grip getting tighter to the cushion with each and every wet sound that comes from your core with each thrust or as you slowly slip the toy out. The line that trails from the toy from just how wet you truly are. How many times you have came to just the toy alone.

"Oh.."

Back arching.

"My."

Wooyoung is loosing the battle.

"Fucking."

Eyes rolling.

"God."

Chills taking over your body, beautiful decorating the skin that is bare to the man. Eyes blown with stars swirling inside them at the climax that now has taken over your body again and legs closing to hold the toy inside. So strong to surrender to the feeling, your head lolling back to the pillow. A silent cry slipping past, breasts heaving with each sharp intake of air.

One hand so tightly wound up in the blankets and sheets, you completely miss the actions of the man before you. So entranced in the presence in front of him, each mental picture taking place as his eyes slowly fall down along your body.

You are drained, okay with the teasing of the night of the man whom has been way too patient with you and watching the pleasure overtake your body that he was so desperate to give to you. Your beautiful boy.

"My sweet beautiful boy."

You smile at Wooyoung, rolling your head along the pillow to find him in the chair still where he stayed the whole time. Absolutely in awe of the man, of his patience, and his determination to keep to himself as you brought so much pleasure to your body to render you completely weak.

His reward now, you.

Such a good boy he is.

Truly.

It's when your eyes dart down to the swollen cock that you frown, eyebrows furrowing, and finding the beautiful brown eyes that stare back at you with the upmost displeasure in the current situation once Wooyoung realizes the situation in front of him or rather on him.

"Oh no."

You tut.

Wooyoung frowns.

"Did you cum?"

He was doing so good.

He was holding on.

Wooyoung absolutely knows what this means and it's only further confirmed from the way you get up off the bed and completely disregard the man's help as you head to the bathroom. As the shower cuts on and the hum of the toy takes over the space again.

ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ! ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ. // ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʟᴇᴍ©️ 2023 - ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ.