who am i

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tearedrops:

              he has a godly air to him that she picks up on , though that’s probably because his religious affiliations are making her feel somewhat guilty . though she has to remind herself that it’s not her fault she’s been in this eternal mess for the past thirty - five years , it’s not her fault some man preyed on her young , gullible soul & ruined her youth & her family .     ‘  i know ,  ‘     she speaks with a faint waver in her tone , pushing the money back across .     ‘  i’ll take , uh … ten boxes . you’re like a god - sent boy scout .  ‘                 small hands brace themselves against the edge of the counter , smiling somewhat sheepishly up at the male before petals form a quizzical pout .     ‘  hm , i’ll have half of them white chocolate & raspberry flavour , & the other half as regular choc chip please .  ‘     he’s pretty , she notes .     ‘  i actually came in to ask uh ,  ‘     to ask what ??     ‘  to ask if you’re in need of any volunteers ??  ‘

             !!!!! & his heart starts beating FAST . jun is bemused by his own emotional & physical response , he’s alarmed but allured , skeptical yet so enticed . he can’t quite place it . shifting to rub ( somewhat irritably )  at the nape of his neck he watched as she returns the notes , abruptly pulling his hand from the cash momentarily , moderately ALARMED by the proximity between their hands ...  --- he can’t quite place it .  ‘   ten ?!   ’  so exciting ! goodie , indeed . far beyond the quota of purchases he’d been expecting .  ‘   you know , you’re a genuine life saver . thank you so much !   ’  if you look closely , you can see the TWINKLE  that glosses his golden brown optics . 

               ‘   that’s an exceptionally generous donation !   ’   he’s ecstatic .  & without casting his eyes away , he collects 5 / 5 of her order , beaming , dimples on display !  --  &  it only grows at the query ,  ‘   of course ! we’re always accepting volunteers & with your SPECTACULAR donation , we’d be more than happy to take you on board . do you , perhaps , go to church around here ?   ’     !!!!!!   

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             he leans in close , lips ghosting the apple of kunwoo’s cheek as he idly twirled strands of dark tresses between his fingertips . butterfly lids flutter closed & a string of purrs are pulled from his chest as he contemplates the male’s words . his mind wanders , all the possibilities , all the opportunities  — there was a special little tingle of pleasure he got every time he so much as thought of hitting the town on the arm of a BEAUTIFUL , tall man with a massive sack ———– full of cash .

            dainty fingers trace from kunwoo’s shoulder to his wrist , drawing patterns & shapes & love letters all the way down his arm before twining around & guiding his hand higher ! higher !higher !  —  ‘ mmm , show me off .   ’& his words are dripping with DESIRE . it’s his ‘ bedroom voice ’ . his begging voice , minus the begging .  ‘   what do you mean ? is there a difference ? a date’s a date , baby , take it however you wanna .   ’

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tearedrops:

               ‘  wait … so you’re not part of some online twink club ?? i swear i caught you using one of those sites … tumblr , is it ?? that’s where all the little gaybies unite . or so i’ve been told .  ‘     a grin consumes his full lips , biting back the laughter that threatened to spill over the bizarre level of cuteness the other’s gross words exude .                 ‘  $250 ?? i’m not that cheap , babe . triple it , & then we’ll call it a fair deal . but i’d much rather do both . what’s that new trend everyones going crazy for … get you a guy that can do both ?? i can do both .  ‘     dark hues roll at his words , not feeling at all surprised by the fact that the topic of conversation had shifted from his hands , to omi’s needy , greedy ways .     ‘  i know . i know i could buy you whatever you wanted , to an extent . but that doesn’t mean i’m going to . you have to be nicer . you have to be more …  ‘     he racks his brain for the right word , an arm coming to curl around the males middle as his other hand cups the underside of his jaw , thumb gliding along his lesser lip with a hum sounding within the back of his throat .     ‘  more humble .  ‘

           the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth pulled his face into an expression of amusement ,  ‘   maybe i am ,   ’  omi murmured , grin only growing as he catches sight of the other , in guise of one who was collected ,   ‘   but NOT on tumblr . i haven’t used that for years .   ’ 

            omi’s feigned incredulity turned into genuine upon deciphering kunwoo’s words , it took him a brief moment to realise the conversation had developed & the two were actually conversing  —  his mind had caught the train of thought that led him to consider what other things kunwoo could make use of his fingers for . he’s brought from his thoughts suddenly as he feels the other’s hands curve around his frame , & he almost SHIVERED in response to the touch but he forced himself to possess more COMPOSURE than that .  ‘   humble ?  hmm .  ’   he shifts in kunwoo’s arms , opening his lips to kiss the tip of the other’s finger , gliding his tongue delicately along the extremity , mouth curling smugly .   ‘  i don’t know the meaning of the word .   ’

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tearedrops:

              she’s managed to accumulate a fairly large sum of money over the past few decades of her after - life , & that gave her the opportunity to finally give back to the ones she feels like she’s taken from by betraying them into liking her more than any human ever had : the animals . eyes widen & large , dumbo - esque ears perk upwards at the males cheery introduction , a grin breaking out upon eternally cherubic features as she nods almost too eagerly at the mention of cookies before her happiness subsides at the mention of a church . this guy would hate me if he knew …     ‘  sure !!  ‘     she plucks some cash from the back pocket of her pants , laying a few hundred down on the counter between them as though it was no big deal . because , to her at least , it’s not .     ‘  what flavours d’you have ??  ‘                   she leers over the counter a little , before the sight of the cross hanging loosely around his throat calls for her attention , a nervous feeling settling within the pit of her stomach as she gulps .     ‘  god is - .     ‘     god isn’t real ?? nice try . she clears her throat , cracking an even brighter smile than the one before her as the image of him unsheathing a steak on her comes to the front of her mind .     ‘  god is suuuper lucky to have someone as bright as you spreading around his messages of love & faith & all that jazz .  ‘

            & through his cherry balm glossed lips comes a breathy chuckle ! pushing the wad of cash BACK across the table & pressing it so close to the edge it was almost as though he were begging her to take it back .  ‘   miss ,   ’ a quaint smile graces his face , a soft flush complimenting his boyish features , he was almost embarrassed .  ‘   the containers are only $ 4 . 50 each . i  —-  how many … — uh …   ’  & he takes a brief moment to compose of herself , taken aback by the tug he felt , so hard & harsh against his heart strings . he couldn’t quite read his body’s response to the scenario . 

 ‘   — how many boxes would you like ? we have double chocolate chip , regular chocolate chip , white chocolate raspberry , gluten free …   ’  & a string of a hum leaves his throat as he ponders his selection thoughtfully ,  ‘   do you have a favourite kind at all ?   ’he feels … OFF . if anyone asked , he could not explain it . 

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            fundraising . some may disagree , but jun genuinely considered it a hobby . never would he ever put any shape nor form of finance before anything unless  —  it were for the good of another , which ,  in this case , it was . oh , goodie ! another customer !   ‘  hi , how are you today ? could i interest you in a container FULL of freshly baked cookies today ? the money we collect is donated toward the pet shelter our church , northside church of christ , is volunteering for ! every purchase you make could save one little animal ; a kitten , a puppy , a bird’s life !   ’& his pupils DILATE & glisten with pure elation ,  ‘    we have a GRAND range of different flavours . what say you ?   ’

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tearedrops:

               ‘  oh , i dunno . you perverts seem to be able to think of a lot of rude things nowadays … can’t take you anywhere .  ‘     his gaze flutters down to admire the beauty of his own hands : long , slender fingers , definitive veins that appeared whenever he so much as curled a finger , finely manicured nails & two freckles on the inside of his left middle finger . truth be told , his hands were what kickstarted his modelling career , the rest of his perfectly sculpted features just followed suit .                 his hands lace together to form a perch for his chin , head tilting to the side as he blinks across at omi — tongue skirting out between plump lips before they open to speak .     ‘  it’s a shame that i don’t have anyone to hold them . or kiss them . these hands are good for more than just modelling , y’know .  ‘     he spoke with a flirtatious tinge to his tone , gazing across at omi through long & thick lashes before clearing his throat .     ‘  hint hint .  ‘

          ‘  why do you say ‘ you perverts ’  like i’m ‘part of some TWINK CLUB for sad , closeted gaybies who like to whack their sacks to  ——   !   ——  ugh !   ’    & he throws his head back in REPULSION ,  ‘   don’t even worry , i disgust myself . anyway ,   ’   humming softly to himself , finally averting his gaze , finally attempting to occupy himself & finally persuading himself to be productive ! cue the snigger , teeth catching his fuller lip in an attempt to hide the grin that threatened to escape across his flushed features . he’s so dirty ! SO DIRTY ! thinking , thinking , thinking so dirty !

             ‘   you’re saying … having your hands kissed is worth more than , say , $250 or however the hell much one would pay for one shot ? babe ,   ’& the title rolls off omi’s tongue laced in what could have been perceived as incredulity ,   ‘   do you know what you could BUY with $250 ? do you know what you could buy ME with $250 ?   ’   & no person who’s enveloped within the tightly coiled tendrils of CAPITALISM & MATERIALISM nor one who prioritises such over LOVE & AFFECTION could truly be good ! could truly be genuine ! could truly be human ! drop him .  ‘   do you know what you could buy US with $250 ?   ’   he should be smacked for his potty mouth & gutter brain !

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            ‘  so ,   ’   omi begins , willing to take advantage of the free time on his hands & the overbearing excitement that coursed through him from head to toe , like BURNING PASSION & WILDFIRE . perching himself comfortably atop the lap of his companion , snaking his arms around their shoulders , he let his gaze cast over their features , lingering momentarily on their lips . a habit . a bad habit .

                   a devilish grin tugged at either corner of his mouth as he attempted to read their expression , dainty fingers mindlessly caressing the flesh of their nape as he hummed contently to himself . ‘  i have  —  days &days to spare . lots of free time . lots of hollow pockets on my calendar . lots of open opportunities for you to take me to nice places . where do you want to show me off , tonight ?   ’   & there was no hint of any kind of alternative option . they were taking him out , they were going to show him off & they were going to treat him to something nice & expensive . omi deserved it . of course , he did .

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sweetroulette:

          𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 !! touches the pan, though they manage to keep any sound of PAIN internal. ( can’t handle a little heat ?? weak. ) this wasn’t going as planned, at all, considering this may be the now FOURTH time they’d had to dumb the food and start over again - which is starting to sound wasteful the more and more they think about it. ❝ oh-. ❞ ray’s gaze zeros in on the other, blinking before lowering slightly. ❝ ah, i SWEAR i can actually … cook. i’m just not having the best of luck right now. sorry. ❞

        & an amused grin etched across his features , eyes cast upon the other , glistening with enticement . he’d been coming & going for the past half - hour & he’d kept a KEEN EYE fixed upon them each & every time he’d passed through the area ( running errands ) … & he’d noticed that each & every time , they’d continually grown farther & farther from their intended GOAL .  –  it was not impossible to identify as each & every time he traveled past , gradually progressing through his long list of chores for the day , he’d recognized that they’d barely evolved since their initial advancement in their cooking process . better yet , it seemed that they were further from concluding than when they’d begun ! & he hums , entertained & even impressed , ‘  you’re doing great .  ‘ & it was GENUINE .  ‘   what are you making ?   ’

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      i’m going to write introductory starters to my followers because !!!

[playakmu]

[taengoonism-deactivated20180420]

adorable suhyun

[yoonjih]

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[abbyofrps]

i really just want a plot where two people become roommates and they continuously keep getting into awkward situations between the two like, he walks in on her in the shower or she walks in on him having sex and it just keeps getting super super awkward between the two and you can just feel the sexual tension between the two and yeah pls hmu

[k-worlddd]

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[choijnuhong]

[intimid]

tearedrops:

               long , lanky fingers tapped away continuously on the large , glass screen of his phone — looking as though he was typing out what must be the worlds longest email to his manager , when in fact he was just sending pure gibberish , making himself excuses to not go into the studio for the next twenty - four hours . everybody deserves a little off time , don’t they ?                 he could feel omi’s eyes on him , his mouth opening & closing to nudge down the fabric of his turtle neck from around his mouth before wiggling his fingers in omi’s direction .     ‘  they’re nice ,  right ?  ‘     he’s referring to his hands .     ‘  these made me thousands … & no , not for the reasons you’re probably thinking , jackass . hand modelling is a flourishing business .  ‘

                   & omi would never admit to staring . despite the fact that that was exactly what he was doing , he would never fess up upon being called out for his actions . no matter how hard he tried , omi could not avert his gaze , could not fixate his attention on anything else , even though these times were DESPERATE ONES . the project that was still nothing more than a formation sketched onto paper , the project the was 3 days overdue , should have been more important than the male who sat mere metres away from his work space , but alas , it was not & omi’s attention , despite his attempts , could not be drawn away . 

                    any ill comment , any spontaneous remark that tickled away at the back of his throat was swallowed , & instead was replaced with an airy hum of a giggle , upon being picked at . omi rested his chin nonchalantly atop a bunched fist , inspecting kunwoo’s lips in exchange for his fingers . how to describe kunwoo’s lips ?  ---  juicy . delicious . hmm .   ‘   ---  hand modelling , of course . what else could i possibly be thinking of ?   ’