— song jinwoo.— twenty two years old.— predebut soloist, part of dimensions ent. alcohol won't solve your problem, but darling, neither will MILK and HONEY
There was a time when Iseul viewed being intimate with someone else could only happen if he was in a relationship, which of course looking back on that now is laughable. There were many ways to form a connection with someone, doing so without having a label placed on them just made things easier. It was out of the ordinary, throwing his routine whenever he spent a few hours with older male off. Despite their obvious differences, there was something about Jinwoo that kept Iseul coming back without much complaint. “Mhm, well if you really think so then I guess I really can’t go anywhere.” He replied softly, knowing he had given in way too easily. A smug Jinwoo wasn’t a bad thing though, at least in his opinion. “Or someone you like.” He giggled, pressing a kiss against the elder male’s cheek, before making his way down towards his neck. With Jinwoo he found a freedom he’d yet to experience sexually, his inhibitions had been completely thrown out of the window. Hearing the suggestion, it didn’t come as a surprise, Iseul already used to how in your face Jinwoo could be. “Always want more from you.”
Conventional wasn’t a word he’d used to describe himself; even before, when he’s strill trying so hard to be a good kid, he was never conventional. He spoke up just a bit louder in class, ran just a bit faster in PE, jumped a bit higher when needed –– he was never a shining boy, the curse of the middle child, but he tried hard in his queer ways. And right now, perhaps he loved just a bit harder than the rest. Everyone who had ever slept in this bed is loved in such a way that made them about to burst. All of his ‘house guests’, he loved equally a lot, terribly well. Was it cruel or kind of him? An angel or a devil? But matters couldn’t just be black and white, perhaps he simply had too much love to give and too scarred a heart to actually be opened up. He smiled, a lazy smile only reserved for this times of the day, “Does that mean you like me?” He leaned down and his hand travelled up to caress the bare skin it rested upon. With him, exploring is always a thing on the agenda and even if people were only using him to explore other sides of themselves, he found out that he didn’t mind it much as long as he got a bit of fun in the process of it all.
The rustle of sheets and the soft laughters, muffled enough not to wake the roommate and neighbors. He grinned down at Iseul –– an easy smile; charms and cheeks that were almost boyish. Moving so he was straddling the other, kisses descended from his cheeks down to his neck and more, “Weren’t you just saying how tired you were and how you needed to get home?”
it had been a long time since amor had experienced the kind of release that she knew jinwoo required currently. she was glad for the opportunity all the same, she felt an aching need to shut off her mind even when it wasn’t running wild with thoughts and pressures, expectations and regrets. there was always some reason she needed to be thinking ahead, she missed the time she used to spend only thinking about the moment she was currently living in. more than she even realised sometimes until she stepped into this room with jinwoo, his longing somehow amplified hers and she supposed in an odd sense that was why this deal between them was so fitting and worked so fluidly for so long so far. he had once informed her on how these evenings would be spent.
he had loved once, loved so hard it was enough to fix what seemed unfixable and as all cruel fate would always have it, he had lost it again and there was not much anyone could do to keep him from falling down old paths. amor had felt enough pain and abandonment in the stories of how he used to spend nights, almost every one, to ever want or need to see it and so it was somehow perfectly fitting in her hands and heart to be the one that jinwoo spent these nights with instead. not that this habit or solution was any better, but it was all both knew thus far to get him into the headspace in which he was able to do what would help, talk about everything he felt and have amor advise him on how to carry on truly. she had no idea how she had ended up being the right person, maybe simply because jinwoo had confessed himself to her and the way amor was built there was no reason within her not to give jinwoo help however he needed it, even if that was first and foremost the act of sharing and warming sheets.
‘we’re keeping it classy and if i’m entirely honest, the wine is more for me. its my own little remedy for nights like these’ she mused softly as she affectionately pressed a kiss to fluffy soft hair and trailed them down nape of neck. she chuckled as he took the gift all the same, nuzzling nose against pulse point and squeezing him a little tighter in her embrace, jinwoo did not just need lust and sex tonight, he needed affection and to feel wanted in every sense. amor had grown to know these things and how to fulfill them better with time. she nor he would think on how much time.
amor raised a brow but her smile said that she was accepting of whatever crazy shit may be running through jinwoo’s tired and weary mind. she giggled lightly and kissed his nose before softly pressing her own lips to his and drawing out gentle repeated affections more. ‘well…i would say everything and anything but how about we take our time and make it last long enough to kill off all that memory? we may need to go a couple of rounds tonight and i may need to ease you up a little, give you some mind numbing love before i let you focus on me and what you can do to me instead, what we can give each other to remember instead of whats haunting our minds now hm?’ she whispered, hands unbuttoning shirt as she slid into lap and let words and body caress the one in need of love and time lost, lips parting and prying leisurely against others to seek entrance and distract in the way she had promised.
It was funny, how some people just clicked, wasn’t it? How someone could just say something and it made you laugh like Jinwoo was laughing right now. “Class can eat my ass,” He commented –– something empty without any meaning, yet something that perhaps gave you a hint of what his character was truly like. There was no need for hiding anymore, wasn’t it? There was no camera. Just him, her, and the fucking moon that he was sure was mocking down on him.
As her kisses descended down on him, he turned his head; the stretch of his neck, the exposed lapse of skin that was begging to be touched –– kissed –– bit. He turned just enough to meet her lips, a kiss shared but a heart that’s kept where it was –– it was like that for both of them, there was no need for romance to bloom to let the robe slid down. He put his hand on her head, kissing the top of it as she went down, fingers entangling themselves around the tresses of her hair, disappearing behind them and he wished himself to be able to slink back and hide under something –– not to be seen or exist just for one night.
His fingers idly mapped her curves, slipping under clothes –– the heat that he wished to engulf him whole and burn him inside and out. Peeled a layer after another, until all were gone. There were times he wanted to self destruct –– and it’s usually done in the most harmful way. But with the arrival of Amor, it felt like he could just slow burn into the pit of hell and escape the pitch black and splitting headache that usually came with it.
“I don’t think I can last that long.” He chuckled, pressing his lips on her forehead, his eyes stayed open, as if glaring into the very face of the memory he wished to crush –– yes, one night was not going to be enough to kill them. After all, how many nights had it been since that day? How many times had he been defeated, slain ruthlessly. “And what do you want to forget?” He whispered the words into her skin as he kissed her neck and down....and down, hands settling her in his laps before reacquainting himself with her body once again.
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : 아 !
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : i do not need to work out
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : i am perfectly content watching you sweat your balls off whilst i’m eating 김밥
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : & since you mentioned gaming
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : we’re going shopping
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : get your ass ready
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] the word to describe you is
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] 糞餓鬼
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] WHY MUST YOU TAKE ME SHOPPING W U AGAIN
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] go take one of the aria girls smh
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] i’d rot and die before you finish
Little to no self control, or perhaps it’s better to say he had no intention to control himself from the beginning. When he stepped into the club, he knew that he’s there to lose any inhibitions put on him, to test out the limits and break personal records –– in getting smashed, properly and utterly. It was not surprising anymore, to see him like this. Inebriated, with his head laying on the bar’s counter top, in the smile he shot at you, you can almost taste the bitterness of the alcohol that he’d welcome in his life (way too warmly, way too openly).
“Micha, come on, you need to loosen up too! Trust me, eh –– how does that song go? 오빠 한번 믿어봐 너만 바라보리라~” His voice was the lightness of an angel’s wings that had touched the heavens, but nothing about him was heavenly, that much you could see for himself. Really, this guy, his only redeeming quality was his voice and his willingness to cooperate with the orders he’d received from the higher ups. He brought another glass to his lips and his eyes looked at Micha, now known as Luna, with a playful glint in them –– he was far from being dead drunk, still gots half his wits about him, and ever so eager to lose them. He had started way before her and wasn’t showing any sign of stopping down. “Drink one more glass with me?”
“JINWOO …” steps cautious as approaching the younger male, a delicate expression apparent on his features. often seen with a sour facade—his words short and temper as well—he was surprising himself with how soft he was initiating conversation with the other male, especially with how their last meeting ended. a realization of the male parallel being related to someone yejun considered a close friend tainted the night as more regretful than it would have been. a night of intercourse was not a problem for the vocalist as he has slept with a number of people, but the fact that he slept with a male — finally — became difficult for him to admit to. he became too curious, and he allowed himself to indulge in his desires to determine whether or not it was a phase alone. it was determined that night, however, that it was not a phase. he enjoyed it. to know that the first male he slept with was his friend’s younger brother just made him uncomfortable.
“have you talked to your brother ??” sharing a random conversation would be pointless. he was going to cut to the more important topics. yejun knew that his friend has been wanting to communicate with his younger brother, yet no success has been found, for jinwoo has been refusing communication. yejun, at this point, only wanted to see his friend and jinwoo work things out. “he really wants to talk to you.”
Now this. THIS is rich. He wanted to laugh but he didn’t want to make such an ugly laughter to come out of his mouth. His father always said he had a nice laughter –– said it reminded him of summer and eating shaved ice, so he didn’t want to stain it with the what’s become a black fleck in the corner of his heart, and he reckoned it would stay that way for a long time. The black rotten spot, his brother, that is.
“No I haven’t and i will not.” He avoided eye contact. A night was only so good until something you’re sore about was touched upon, Yejun liked putting his fingers in open wounds –– was it a perversion of his, he wondered? To feel pulsating flesh around his finger? Well if they’re taking it literally, Jinwoo supposed he liked that too. Things were roughly thrown into his bag before he zipped it up, flung it across his shoulder before finally facing the other guy.
A sigh, his face told all the displeasure and disdain –– perhaps not at the person in front of him, he was only an outlet for a rage and an issue Jinwoo would rather spend years running away from. He knew that. He played the fool, but he wasn’t a fool. It’s just easier to be treated like a fool. “Look, why are you so concerned about this anyway, dude? Did my brother suck your dick off like I did too? S’that what he got over you, yeah?” A laughed, then cut himself abruptly. He didn’t want to be that kind of person who laughed when they felt nothing but boiling hatred. “Hey tell me, between me and my bro –– who did it better?” This, he whispered to Yejun’s ear as he leaned in closer, his hand on the other’s shoulder and his grin like the devil’s.
those so talented in music amazed him. jaw hanging, pupils dilated and starry, the rifts of a guitar smoothly played breezed, painting colours in the mild wind. an idol, bred by the finest gold star could offer, could barely muster a tenth of the skill jinwoo had. a soul so wholesome, so kind and loving, ilwoo felt no jealousy. just pure, unadulterated admiration. like a child bewitched by the wonders of magic, the tales of heroic princesses and brave princes befriending dragons instead of slaying them, he was enamoured by the music ebbing, created by svelte fingers and a harmonious voice angels would covet.
“wow!” own voice husky, rough around the edges (“diamond in the rough,” one producer said) and muffled by a piece of black cloth attached to his face, ilwoo steadily approached jinwoo once the busking session wrapped up. “i’m such a huge fan of yours! this is my…” truthfully, as ilwoo paused in search for a timeline, he hadn’t a clue how often he stopped and listened, smelling the roses. “i watch you whenever i can!” whenever schedules allowed, whenever he could squeeze in free-time to do as he pleased.
“you’re a trainee at dimensions, right?” rumours flocked like seagulls to a piece of bread; ilwoo heard from a friend of a friend of another friend.
There was no denying that it stroke his ego –– and that Jinwoo liked having it stroked just so. Day in and out of the company building with people asking him when will you debut? and how he’s got it all easy –– not knowing what he had to do to get in here. When you’ve spent your days being pused down, of course, you leapt at the very chance to rise up and feel like you amount to something. The busking session always helped him, but nothing like the conversations that followed soon after –– the fans that were brave enough to come up to him for a conversations. There was something so provincial about it, and so genuine –– it reminded him of hometown. but even busking in the streets was miles away than performing in empty cafes with one or two listeners in that small town hidden by tall streaks of wheats and a huge billboard, as if purposely escaping the eyes of the city and wanting to be left untouched.
A grin etched itself onto his face and began to grow bigger by the second, “Yeah” he nodded as he put his guitar back in its bag –– he still used the same one, the very same his senior in high school gave him and his fingers caressed it as they would a lover –– or how he would had liked to caress that senior and take the glasses that always hide his face. His small town accent wasn’t noticeable when he sang. It was when he spoke. “Words got around, huh?” he laughed it off easily. Perhaps part of his charms was that he was a simple boy –– from a small town. And so, he was open. And so, he was warm.
“Ah, that makes me happy –– hey listen –– it looks like it’s gonna rain y’know?” Ash colored sky above them was partly the reason he packed up early that day, but he had liked talking with his fans as much as he liked performing, and the fact that this vaguely face finally approached him for a conversation –– well he couldn’t pass it out, could he? “Do you wanna go get coffee with me?”
Jung Sooah & Sally release BC Portal song “Love Me”
In April, Jung Sooah gave the world her first BC Portal release as a collaboration with Decipher’s Haejun, but now she’s returned with another collaboration. This time the Portal track is with WISH’s Sally as she nears the end of another successful round of promotions with her group for “What Is Love?”. “Love Me” is a song about longing, delivered through Sooah’s sweet vocals and Sally’s soft rap over a steady beat for a song you can get lost in. The two idols co-wrote the song’s lyrics and Sooah also composed the track, with production done by Decipher’s Haejun.
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : fuck them or fuck you?
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : either way
* ˹ 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ── 脳たりん ˼ : i’d rather run a mile
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] u can use the workout w
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] とにかく –
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] my fingers work magic and u know it
[ 📩 ➡︎ へたくそ ] who saves your ass everytime we play game? www
─ plan formulated as the e n e m y approached, laughter evident in the hearty shakes of his shoulders. a plan that would enact his revenge against the evident lack of concern shown on jinwoo’s behalf for his person as a tumble had been taken to the ground, dry ice cutting into the soft flesh of his palms as he struggled to sit up, fingers rubbing at the s o r e spot on his hip. no doubt it would bruise a pretty blue-black color by the next morning but thankfully it was somewhere so few had the privilege of seeing. ( though it had also been a while since anyone had been privileged to see oh ji-hyuk in all his glory. the occasions of members walking in while he showered or changed did not quite c o u n t. )
“yah, you’re really a bastard. what kind of asshole laughs at som–” his words take on a berating tone, aiming to distract the newly debuted soloist with talk as the plan to trip him was slowly put into play. it seemed, however, that nature had a different idea as to who would be e n a c t i n g such revenge, the slippery ice targeting it’s next victim and successfully soothing the need for vengeance in his heart in one fatal slide of jinwoo’s foot against the ground.
the soloist lands with a rather loud thud and, despite his pain, ji-hyuk finds it in himself to laugh, t h r o w i n g his whole body back to lie back against the cold ground, further amused by the amount of profanity that left jinwoo’s lips, throwing a hand over the other’s stomach. “we’re idiots. a bunch of idiots in the fucking snow. fuck, what the actual fuck ? karma is a bitch, my friend. shouldn’t have l a u g h e d at me. you okay, idiot ? did the fall knock the talent from you ?” a small pause. “well, what little talent you had.”
“Fuck off, man. My butt hurts.” Though he had said so, his words were thrown off in between cackles as he smack the other’s arms –– as hard as he could, the sound echoed in the winter skies and his hand stung like ants had bitten them. But that’s good. The asshole deserved it. “What little talent I have is still at least 80% more than yours, shithead –– ah you’re driving me crazy.”
He pushed himself off the ground, or at least attempted to, but before he could even straighten his knees, fell back down to the plush snow. “Ah fuck –– you go up first and pull me up. Or –– nope, got it.” With a mischievious grin that he would flash to his sisters before he flicked their braids (it always drove them insane –– girls and their braids, he would never understand), he placed his hand on Jihyuk’s head and put his weight on it, using it to propel him upwards.
Memories of how they met were anything but vague –– well at least, parts of it were vivid. Like the pungent scent of beer and sweat in the back alley of that fight club and the hand against the wall, trying desperately to hold himself up but his knees thought they would buckle down from all the pleasure (Self inflicted or the opposite? He quite liked the thrill that a semi-open place provided, as if anyone could walk in on them a any given second). That was the first and last Jihyuk had ever topped him. He wasn’t sure if the other liked it the other way around.
“Stand up, damn. Is the snow that comfortable? Let’s go play games or summat if you’re done with your schedule.” A chuckle, a soft kick to the other’s knee as he laid there in the snow dumbly like a lost little boy. “Oh –– you look like a sad lil puppy. Should I take you home?”
Xuedong’s choice to get himself a roommate was absolutely incomprehensible to Joohwan. After four long years sharing a dorm with the same six guys, not to mention the short time he lived them as a trainee, Joohwan had been looking forward to living by himself. Not having to deal with the added stress of having his space divided had done wonders for his mood – to the point where even his grandmother had commented on the fact that he seemed less bitchy theses days. ( Which probably didn’t imply much of a difference with how he behaved before, but it was still a big enough change to have the older woman notice it. ). If he had known, however, that Xuedong’s roommate looked like that, perhaps Joohwan would’ve reconsidered the possibility of getting himself one.
There was no avoiding the way his eyes scanned the other’s body, not with the amount of skin exposed. Joohwan was only human after all, and his recently lost virginity had lit up a fire under his ass, had opened his eyes to the delightful experience he’d been depriving himself of out of an unfounded fear. Was it out of line for him to check out his member’s roommate? Joohwan didn’t have enough of a moral compass to wonder about that – but if the other’s smirk was anything to go by, he strongly doubted there was an opposition to his actions. “ Member. I’m Impulse’s maknae, ” he would’ve taken offense on the man’s lack of knowledge if he wasn’t in the same boat, completely unaware of who the other was even though taking by his looks Hwan would quickly assume he was also in the industry. He didn’t want for another word until he was walking into the apartment, stopping himself while he was still standing next to the man. “ What’s your name, honey? ”
“Member’s not a friend?” He shot back through a smile. Sometimes he wondered what it’d be like to be put in a group but a second later after the thought strayed in, he would laugh at himself and say ‘nah, nah, nah’. He simply couldn’t imagine himself being in a group –– personality wise, lifestyle wise, skill wise. He didn’t suppose someone with two left feet could keep up with those crazy choreography. No, he’s happy where he’s put.
The door softly closed behind him as he leaned against it while ‘Joohwan’ walked into the shared living space. He let his eyes wander, from bottom to top, then down again to level with the other’s gaze. He was checking him out –– it wasn’t unusual –– and Jinwoo was doing exactly the same. Should he checked if it’s alright to do? But he’s stopped playing y the books since highschool, and oh how liberating it felt. “Jinwoo, but I think honey sounds better. Should say it again to try it out, don’t you think?”
HIs words were laced with laughter that matched the summer heat and the brightness of the sun. Was it to be taken seriously or as jest? It could go both way. He could go both way. “I think I’ve seen you ‘round the building, actually. But we never talked, have we?” The distance closed between them, he let his fingers traced the table beside which they stood, close enough with his house guest that he could feel his skin’s tickled by the heat. “Maybe we should acquaintance ourselves better. Wouldn’t it be bad press if the fans found out we don’t even know each other’s name?”
well. at least the other was apologetic. xuedong smacked his lips at the thought of the drink offered to him. if he had his way , he’d have a nice cup of mao feng green tea to start his ( early ) day with. but he was used to not getting what he wanted , & so had stepped forward to receive his consolation. almost tripping over the comforter still wrapped around his ankle like a vine , xuedong frowned & rubbed again at his eyes. he was not built for this , not built for early mornings & roommates & soy milk. at least when he was back home , the house was big enough that he only found himself constantly surrounded by the help & wasn’t bothered by his family’s antics.
growing pains , he supposed. living in such close proximity was going to build character. he was going to learn how to cohabit a space with another individual of a completely different background , on his own , with only himself ( & potentially his roommate ) to rely on. the un - spoiling , as it were. almost curiously , xuedong approached the other. he daintily peered into the pot , brows lifting in interest. he’d never cooked anything that took fewer than three steps. ❝ i’m good with just … uh. looking , i guess , ❞ he mumbled , hands clasped behind his back so that he didn’t disturb anything in the kitchen.
❝ you really don’t. ❞ but finding a ❛ quiet , calm ❜ roommate wasn’t his goal when he’d sought out jinwoo. really , his criteria were a little sad —- of similar age , a male , & willing to live with him. it wasn’t a very high bar ; it only happened that jinwoo was the first person he’d approached & agreed. a nice … acquaintanceship ? early friendship ? —- he’d figure out the details later —- was a nice addition to the relationship. not quite a necessity. ❝ i’ll get around to it , i’m just. observing you. & your soon - to - be tofu. ❞
“Suit yourself, just saying it’ll need to sit for 20 minutes more.” His reply was short and curt –– just like how he was when the cameras all turned away from him. He was a simple boy from the country-side who never did receive lessons on attitude and behaviour –– unlike the boy in front of him. Certainly such lessons on etiquette would greatly help him with the company-given image for him. Certainly he could benefit from Xuedong’s mannerisms. But very certainly he wasn’t bothered to.
He wondered why the other had been okay with rooming with a sad person such as himself. Jinwoo knew that he wasn’t the best of roommates. A throng of ‘house guests’ were something that’s become a habit –– and had he not been so self absorbed and numb to a thing called shame, he would’ve felt a bit guilty for the noises. If it weren’t that, then he’d be absorbed in front of his computer, playing games all day. He stirred and left the lid closed, leaning against the table with crossed hands and a lazy morning smile on his face, “Hey, why d’you chose me as your roommate anyway?”
There was no doubt that there were better choices than Jinwoo –– by no means was he insecure but the two were basically strangers before they roomed up together. It piqued his interest or did he piqued Xuedong’s interest? Scratched. He almost laughed at the thought, amusing as it was. He let his eyes rested on the others and realized that he never properly looked at Xuedong. Properly looked into his eyes. Like this. Like now.
❛ what do you mean ‘ not even slaying monsters yet ’ ? ! ? ❜ her timber HINTS towards FRUSRATION , as does her features . rows of pearls grind together along with ebonies that all stain her delicate features . her digits slam upon the arrow keys ❛ WHY AM I NOT MOVING ? ! ? ❜
“Mean’s exactly that!!!” His low whispers were tinted with the same amount of frustration, though intention existed not in him to get angry at Hamari, it was inescapable, when such poor display of skills were presented to him (was this how his dance instructors felt around him? perhaps he was just being petty ). “Because it’s not your damn character, where are you looking at?” low guttural grunt escaped, leaned his weight to her as his hand snatched control and navigate her character to an empty spot away from others. “There. See? That’s your fucking character.”
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I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go.• I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bed side if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
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I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go.• I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bed side if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish you happiness. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
–– send me a ❤ and i’ll bold all the statements that apply to your muse: NOT ACCEPTING !
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I really like you • I love you like family. • You are my family (now). • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go.• I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bed side if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • YOU CONFUSE ME.
