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kim jongdae 9/21/1992 ♥ ///born and raised on the mean streets/// ▲ ▼ ▲

[jngwae-blog]

[psa]

[jngwae-blog]

*waps his arms around your neck* well? i'm waiting.

geez, impatient much? //snickers, fisting his hands in your hair and nipping at your mouth. keeping a firm grip in your hair he licks between your lips, his nose bumping gently against yours as your teeth and tongue mesh//

[chanunik]

ts talk about sexy baby

i want it, i want friends who want it. 

willing to pay with food. 

reblog/follow if you want both, or just food.

[svngjxngs]

(/finds his attention moved to his tapping fingers and hums softly, going to start the brew for the coffee) That’ll be 1016₩ (/he murmured before peeking back at the mention of napkins and he hummed softly) Well..I’m not supposed to do this, but Well, since its a special circumstance.. (/he spoke before holding up a slender finger and heading through a door, the door heading into the back of the kitchen and into their home, gathering one of those towels that were freshly cleaned and going back to hold it over the counter out to him) Our house is connected to this store so its no problem heh, i’ll just stuff it in the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper when you’re done. (/he hummed with a amiable grin and pouring the fresh cup of americano  into a mug since he was figuring the other would stay for shelter of the rain for a while) 

[jngwae-blog]

//he leans over the counter, watching you disappear into the back. then he reaches into his wallet, using the time you're gone to pull out a few wet bills and coins. he unsticks the bills with a look of distaste, patting them on his shirt (which is also wet) and spreading them out on the table. he smiles eagerly once he sees the towel, taking it from you with grin// hey, thanks! //he leaves his coffee on the counter as he towels off his hair, the strands becoming a matted mane// so you owe this place then?

[jngwae-blog]

kiss me

with pleasure. //grins, tugging you down by the collar//

[jngwae-blog]

you got me; jongdae & jongin

/// It's the kind of saturated morning that leaves every surface dark with rain even though there's no water falling. Clouds cover the sky so completely that they're impossible to distinguish; the whole expanse the same pantone grey. It's not a very nice day to be out and there are snails on the sidewalks and mud on the tips of his sneakers by the time he makes it to campus, backpack sticky against his back with humidity.

He finds the building with the dance studios easily enough after all the times he's been there. But it's still a bit early for Jongin to be out so he settles on the stone wall outside, lighting up a cigarette as he waits. The smoke mixes with the sky and he watches the shades meld with an odd sense of satisfaction.

It's early enough that not many students are around yet, but the few students rushing to class amuse him. Jongdae doesn't rush anywhere, instead he's the type to show up to lectures thirty minutes late, copying barely half a page of notes before he falls asleep, pencil still in hand.

He taps his cigarette on the side of the building, watching the ash stick to the bricks.  Jongin should have been out of class - he checks his watch - a whole five minutes ago and he's getting tired of waiting. Snuffing his cigarette completely out on the ground, he turns to the doors, eyes lighting up when they open and a steady stream of students begin to exit. Finally he catches sight of his boyfriend and he barely keeps himself from bouncing over, forcing himself to stay in place and letting Jongin come to him. 

"Hey," he grins, looping his arms around the other's neck and kissing him soundly. "How was class?"

[kawaiibnw]

[osxhxn-deactivated20180615]

✉ ♡ ♪ Ω ♛ ✖ //laughs// have fun~

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

dearest asshyung,

i’m trying this new weed it’s really good and we should probably meet up and smoke a bowl together. you’d probably like it. good high. also what the hell we haven’t hung in ages what gives.

your favourite little shit

(note: this was unsent because i smoked all the weed myself)

‘♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

gorillaz - re-hashthat’s actually a good one. thanks itunes.

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

we’ve been through a lot together, huh. through each other’s very worst and very best. you’ve always been there for me, especially when i needed it the most. i mean, you’re kind of crazy and quite an asshole, but you are loyal as fuck and there is nothing in the world i can’t tell you. you’re always there to set me straight and knock sense back into me. even when i don’t listen, knowing you’re right, and i come back with even more problems than i started with, you’re still there. you’re my best friend.

♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours.

well, since i’m on a roll being cheesy and all. i’m afraid of losing you. you’ve been the most important person in my life for the longest amount of time and i don’t know what i’d do without you.

‘♡’ and my character(s) will cuddle yours!

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[jngwae-blog]

Ah-- Hello. My name is Suji! How's your day?

//looks up curiously at the girl that approached him, tilting his head as he raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. his lips curve into a teasing smile// it's pretty good so far I guess. //he blinks// I'm Jongdae and your reason for saying hello was...?

[jngwae-blog]

psssst

yessssssssss?

[thisplanetisfuckingworld]

[thecupidgirl]

Jung Seohee ~ 19 ~ Stuffed Toy designer and creator ~ Rat Shape Shifter ~ In need of friends and to become more social.

Reblogs get you a stuffed toy | Types how you type | Some mature content | RPers only please

[icanrelateto]

I need someone who won’t give up on me, no matter how many times I mess up.

(via kyuxrii)

[jngwae-blog]

if we're losing something beautiful... i'll build my fantasy memorial

➝ Jongdae likes the ʙʀᴜɪsᴇs in life. He likes counting the nicks and the purple blooms lining his arms. He likes remembering life through the things that bang you up. Every kiss and fight lingers as memories across his skin and he documents each before they can fade.

He hasn't always been like this, but bruises in the mind are harder to see; they only manifest as ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴏɴs and he has plenty of those. 

BIO | literate & mirrored lit. | reblog, like & follow | AU & 18+

[coral]

[staygold-mp4]

color palette, inspired by: my soul

[wiitness]