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member of ORIGINALITES ✧ 。・ and if you're still BREATHING, you're the (LUCKY) ones. ‘cause most of us are heaving through c o r r u p t e d lungs. setting FIRE to our insides for fun, collecting names of the LOVERS that went w r o n g

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kitae;;

but why did he have to be so CUTE? they bemoan, and it isn’t startling to realize how sungmin is completely UNABLE to look the other in the eyes. “good! -- that you EAT, i mean! and, and that you’d like to, um, eat-- with me! so, good for both... both, both things, i guess.” the stutter permeates through the air like an guest unwelcome, and sungmin is quick to mentally chide themselves, as always, out of complete and total embarrassment. “c-- conditions?” the word echoes in their mouth with the slight of apprehension, tongue running over their bottom lip in nervousness. WHAT they’re so nervous about, sungmin isn’t sure; kitae, after all, has been nothing but kind -- surely, he wouldn’t ask for any harm, right? ... RIGHT? “oh--” but it’s panic that’s quicker alleviated, and oh, sungmin thinks again, whispering an inconspicuous prayer of relief in the form of a light sigh. “tempura-- tempura sounds great! yeah, yeah, um-- tempura it is!” and maybe their tone is a little TOO enthusiastic, but their tone belies nothing if not sincerity; sungmin is just grateful the other’s taste in food is to their liking, too. “i’ll just, um-- be, uh, taking these, then! the, um, the pills, i mean, and, and the--” THAT, sungmin figures, is pretty self-explanatory; leaving the sentence open-ended, they take the glass of water and painkillers from kitae’s hand, downing the pills in a single sip ( save a SLIGHT cough; they stifle it behind their mouth in the hopes that kitae didn’t catch it ). “my, um-- my money’s in my wallet! -- for the FOOD, i mean, well, obviously, it would be in my wallet, but, i--” awkwardness, like an old friend, comes to flood sungmin’s eyes in waves; violent splotches of tomato red coat their cheekbones, their ears, and a hand flies up to their face to realize that they’re just as warm as a summer day and flushing just as bright as christmas lights. oh, dear. “thanks-- thanks, again. really. -- do you want, um, i-- you could call them now, if-- if you want! and-- and maybe i can move a bit so, uh, you can maybe sit on the co-- couch, too, an--” a shift in position, a minor wince, but as much as possible sungmin tries not to MIND; after all, they realize, knowing kitae’s comfortable leaves them with some sort of contentment, too.

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I’M ALIVE AND I’M SO SORRY REPLIES ARE COMING UP SO SLOWLY !! things have been crazy irl i lowkey wanna stress vomit all the time but i’m here and i’ll try to chug out as much as i can!!

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devon;;

he shook his head, unable to resist the sudden laughter that came with the other’s retort, though his cheeks remained a warm shade of pink. “i--” and devon’s words left sanha stumbling once more, resorting to offering the other a playful glare. “believe me, my feet are, uh-- quite on the ground, still.” he attempted a reassurance -- towards himself or devon, he wasn’t sure, but the younger chewed on his bottom lip all the more, as if nervous. he could tell he’d caught the elder by surprise, the quirked eyebrow an indication of that, and sanha had to bite down harder on his cheeks to prevent the shiteating grin that threatened to protrude over the expanse of his entire face; for once, he thought, he had the upper hand. “--- good, then.” he added rather confidently, his own grin growing slyer to match the one sported on devon’s face. his body moved before his mind could, and suddenly sanha found himself walking towards devon as well, their close proximity making him feel both nervous and anticipatory at the same time. the boy paused for a moment, looking up at devon with an even more flushed expression than before; without knowing what had gotten into him, sanha shrugged, moving past him and making his way back onto the couch -- like he had been seated prior to devon’s arrival. “stay, if you want.” he offered to the other, trying to fight off the nervousness that threatened to claw at him. “have you, um, eaten? we can eat, if you’d like that. i don’t know.”

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delilah;;

Hyejin’s crinkling nose was a sight to behold; this time around Delilah couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her, smiling gently at the other’s sudden stammering. Shifting her position in such a way that made it comfortable for the two of them, she couldn’t help but think how nice things were this way, cozied up to Hyejin like this; it was something Delilah finally had, just for herself, without having to worry about anyone or anything else -- something about Hyejin just seemed to soothe her, and for that she was grateful. “Can’t remember?” she echoed, an eyebrow quirked up in disbelief before she joined in the other’s soft laughter, bringing her hand over lazily to the script and reading it from top to bottom, trying to figure out where Hyejin could start -- but the other’s comment had caught her off guard, and now cotton candy pink began to dust her cheeks as well. “I-- yah!” she exclaimed in between a flurry of giggles, index finger pointing towards the script once more. “Don’t distract me -- or yourself like that! C’mon, let’s read through together!”

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kitae;;

       it’s as if they’re practically waiting for the other shoe to drop: for kitae to laugh mercilessly in their face, to suddenly snap at their inability to string words together in an articulate manner. so sungmin can only watch in bemusement -- and adoration, but just slightly -- as kitae merely smiles, reducing them to a puddle inside their own system once more. it’s a cute smile, just like how the rest of kitae is cute to sungmin, and they can’t help the small, bashful smile that tinges the corners of their own mouth. they’re slightly grateful, too, that kitae drops the subject of the s-st-stutter altogether, knowing full well that if brought up again it wouldn’t do much good on their own evidently injured, and faltering, state. “ha,” they let out, a flat tone of voice in wild contrast to the smile that begins to grow slowly in size, their cheeks, although not as violently vermillion, settling instead for the slightest shade of pink. “yeah, i, uh-- there might be medicine in-- in there. for sure. so... so not might, i guess.” cue another wince; this time it’s thirty percent because of their sprain and seventy percent because of their words. at least, they figure, they’re slowly beginning to feel better. “are you-- have you, uh, had dinner?” they ask, glancing at the clock that hangs up by the wall in front of them. “have you-- do you, uh, eat? have you eaten? you can, um--” nothing cooked in the fridge, no; sungmin chews on their lower lip nervously, attempting to scratch around for alternatives as they meet kitae’s gaze briefly. “you could order something! uh, yeah! um-- and, i’ll pay for it, if you’d like, it’s, um-- least i could do.” rose reaches their ears again, and they look back at their couch with fidgety fingers. “only if-- only if you’d like, of course! i mean, you don’t-- you don’t have to. eat, i mean. well, i mean, you do have to eat, but, uh, you don’t-- have to eat. with me. is what i mean.”

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ryan;;

sanha was stumped -- he held the ice cream parlor’s neon-lit gaze for about two, three seconds, before turning back to ryan with a bemused expression. “is-- is it behind the ice cream parlor?” he considered, surveying the rest of the surroundings for any signs of something cool or hip or-- more ryanesque, really -- but sanha fell short. “yah! are you babying me, hyung?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow at the elder; truth be told, though, he actually looked more upset than he felt -- the boy couldn’t deny, he loved his ice cream. “are your friends coming here, too, hyung? what flavor do you like?” his hands flew to his pockets, rummaging around for change -- if he could find any. “i can pay for both of us!” he offered with a proud grin.

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hyorin;;

      they latch onto her hand almost automatically, even their smallest of touches proving to be a comfort to sungmin as they chuckle once more, the bumping against each other unexpected but not in a bad way -- far from it, if they were being completely honest. “a--another friend. that’ll, uh, that’ll, be the day.” they deadpan to the best of their ability, though their smile is brighter, much more humorous than their tone. amusement flashes in their eyes as they catch the way hyorin’s lips shift from frown to smile, and they poke at her nose jokingly as they notice it scrunch up. she’s always beautiful, sungmin thinks, stealing a glance of her in fondness; shooting her videos and pictures was always such an entertaining job for them, not only because she was their friend, but because the camera seemed to simply wrap effortless around them; she was, quite truthfully, a sight for sore eyes. seizing the opportunity to step forward, sungmin carefully pushes the door aside, stepping back so hyorin can leave first as she lists the itinerary. “that-- all sounds pretty, uh, great? great.” they’re quick to correct themselves, punctuating their sentence off as a declaration rather than a question. “wh-- what about, uh, arcade, first? then food, then, uh, movie? or food, then arcade? then movie? i don’t... i don’t know... any work, uh. for me.” they shrug, though a toothy grin peeks up from their features, glancing at the other warmly. “i take it, hm, this work session is, uh-- done? for the day?”

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 joy;;

     “you know me well.” they considered, shoulders rising and falling in a lazy shrug. with a giggle to match the other’s, violet’s hand flew to their mouth, covering it as they considered to let out light laughter. “and you’re too kind; honestly, i am but a humble cotton candy lover when contrasted against your loveliness.” their smile softened at the other’s feeble poke, offering joy another shrug at her question. “maaaaybe; but also maaaybe not.” the vowels in their words drawled out, violet’s lips curled up in a knowing, challenging smile. “which is why you have me around, sweetie, and i, you; the yin to my yang, honestly.” they swore, this time their turn to poke the other’s cheek in fondness. making a right down the street, violet picked up the pace, familiar store in sight. “there it is, there it is!”

[bwiseoks]

Jin’s dance solo

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armin;;

“sure.” he drawled out, eyes rolled as he watched the other attempt to harness his yoga skills -- or lack of, if he were being honest. but sanha contented himself with offering the boy a knowing, if not a little teasing smile, snorting as armin tried to enumerate yet another talent. “yeah, nerd, i was there when you began to try it out.” he had sustained minor head injuries that sanha swore still impacted him to this day; letting your best friend practice juggling within your vicinity was probably not the smartest move -- a mistake he was unwilling to repeat to this day. sanha caught armin’s eyes trailing over him as he bent over in the position the elder had done prior; he wouldn’t say he was uncomfortable -- he was used to it, his best friend being armin after all -- but he had to admit that his cheeks, all the way to his ears, felt a lot hotter than usual. “...because?” he supplied the other with the word he had seemingly dropped off on, prompting him to continue despite his flushed exterior; he wondered, however, if he really did want to hear what he had to say -- but armin completed his sentence, and a sigh of relief managed to escape him as he narrowed his eyes down at the boy now lying face-up on the floor. “yah, you’re just cheating now.” he stated pointedly, though sanha dropped his position to lie right down on the carpet with armin -- though his head found itself much more comfortable lying on the other boy’s stomach, and he peered up at armin through dark eyelashes, not without a devilish grin. “try it out, then.” he encouraged, looking up at the other with a little chuckle. “i mean; they can’t be as terrible as your yoga skills, right?”

[got7ish]

markjin + vapp

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you’ve come so far, jin

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yuzu;;

Violet couldn’t help the widened smirk at the noise elicited from the other, her hips rolling against Yuzu’s at a staggeringly slow pace that was beginning to drive her nuts; she could only imagine what it did to the blonde in front of her. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, heat clouding her mind as lust glazed over, Violet’s gaze interlocking with Yuzu’s sensually. “Did you like the pictures I sent you? I figured that would give you a good time...” her hands wandered down the dancer’s toned body, finally giving the other’s ass a tight squeeze before dragging her close with a purr. “I had pictures of you, too, baby, and boy were they good ones.” the lust in her tone and motions was clear, and she let the other girl drag her up to one of her rooms, party all but forgotten; in the moment, there was Yuzu, and only Yuzu. “The things I did while looking at those pictures, baby, god.”

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hyejin;;

“Whatever.” Delilah rolled her eyes, though the warmth in her cheeks refused to go away. Mimicking biting Hyejin’s finger off teasingly, the girl let out a little giggle -- followed closely, dangerously, by a yawn that she managed to once again stifle. “M’not-- m’fine.” she shook her head in insistence once more, though her eyes fluttered over the other, a rosy shade now making its home nestled against Hyejin’s cheeks. Cute, Delilah thought, but she knew better than to voice her thoughts aloud. “Now who’s blushing, huh?” she challenged, her turn this time to reach out and poke the other -- index finger tapping on Hyejin’s nose softly with a quiet laugh, bringing her hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine; but I’m not sleeping!” added Delilah, already making her way towards the other and nestling across her shoulder comfortably -- as they had done so many times before. “Mm... now, where were you?” she murmured against the girl’s shoulder, unwilling to admit that her eyes were maybe getting heavier by the moment. Focus, Delilah.

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and love is love is love is love

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