peaceminusone

born and raised with luck.

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i'm shameless, and interested, mate.

shameless exactly for what—?interested in who? me? thanks, mate. the stress will become real. hope i don’t disappoint ya. 

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☮in the streets

    It's not that Jiyong wanted to entertain the idea of becoming a student, but he was intrigued by the experience of it for at least one day. When he called the administrative office he expected to be given a specific date or to provide information and prove he was the person he claimed to be but all they said was when the campus was open, and at what times he would be expected to be gone. He dressed down, a notion that was lost in him long ago which started with Chrome Heart's overly expensive pieces of cloth. But this was simple, a hat to try and disguise, and a white shirt with jeans. Maybe it wouldn't fool the entire world but if it was enough to let him roam the grounds freely, then Jiyong felt more than comfortable. He entertained the idea of listening diligently during a class, or maybe he wouldn't, inspiration coming suddenly in a quiet environment and he would tap down the tune to a new song, angrily scribble lyrics he can't forget yet--     A pat against his back made him freeze, it's fine, it's okay, he expected this. Someone was bound to recognize him at some point, someone was bound to be too big of a fan to resist but what he saw in his palm instead made his eyes widen. Shame crept up his throat and he shook his head quickly as a stranger offered him a few grams of marijuana, throat closing up around his decline for the 'kind' offer. Just as he was getting ready to run, another person interrupted Jiyong's encounter.

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☮dancing queen

    The days had begun to mix together for Jiyong, his fingertips tapped lightly at the tambourine on his lap, watching as Youngbae paced the room under the excuse of stretching his legs. These days had been tough on all of them and Jiyong always had the annoying habit of dragging Youngbae into almost everything he did. He watched with raised eyebrows when his brother's dancing blood demanded attention, almost laughing as Youngbae moon walked his way back into the leather swivel chair. Jiyong wouldn't consider himself an opportunist, but there were situations he just couldn't resist. He lifted the tambourine, tapping a beat against it and licked his dry lips, pursing them together before he took in a deep breath. Hopefully, Youngbae would go along with it-- he couldn't recall a time he hadn't.     "You are the Dancing Queen," he sang, making his voice nasal. "Young and sweet, only seventeen-- c'mon Youngbaeyah-- Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine," he shook the tambourine in his hands more enthusiastically. "You can dance, you can jive--" At this point, Jiyong fully expected Youngbae to either join, or dance. "Having the time of your life." Surely Youngbae wouldn't leave him hanging. 

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     With a busy mind, and anxious heart-- taking a break from getting the album done would do some good. I'm not asking for all of your time, a little minute here and tiny minute there-- if you don't mind. Do me the favor and reblog, like, follow-- I ain't about to promise you sonnets and paragraphs of love, but some company ought to be enough.

☮☮☮☮☮

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baezzy started following you

it is my love--oh ! that he knew he were. 

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