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My DARLING.

"MY RENT--" He coos with an unabashed faceplant into your crotch. Smooth. Subtle. Tact is Kim Jonghyun's middle name. "How I've missed you. Not the rent, I mean. but."

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rhymes with cash

and is a synonym for:

@okiceboy answered:

…Is this. Is this a joke? What am I gonna do with five.. dollars?

“Dunno.” He shrugs, the foreign currency pinched between his forefinger and thumb. Looking worn and diseased and for a second he wasn’t sure whether he’d been describing the money or the man infront of him. The adjectives seemed duly fitting. “Save up to travel the world instead of the fridge? I found it under my ex’s couch, it has to be worth something–”

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[ / he creates a sour face, his eyes narrowing and his cheeks pushing up rather quickly when he spots you ] .. you- you have a really.. are you 40?

a really... what? { his eyes are slits as he appraises you, mouth carving into a grim, frigid smile. adjusting the sandwich board (boasting an impressive two for one deal on frozen yogurt-- try frosty’s today!) he quickly completes the sentence for you, saccharine sweet. }

a really.... impressive physique? charming smile? roguish good looks?and of course-- if you’re asking how i rank on the one to ten scale, i’m most definitely a forty. 

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flvreale​:

jongin only shrugs his shoulders. he’s not too well versed in pop culture and the entertainment industry, unable to name a single artist that he would see even when given free admittance.

“...wow, and i thought i lived under a rock.” considering the size of his shithole apartment though-- the phrase was closer to literal than he’d like to admit. either way, he brushes off the thought with a sympathetic pat to his back, taking the silence in stride.

“i mean, if you gave me fifty thousand won, i could give you admittance to my show. can’t say i top the charts-- but for twenty thousand more, i could certainly top you--”

[kojihruu-deactivated20170508]

Koji can’t help but smile at the man’s relief, but the sight of that dollar-store cake mix causes a slight cringe. “Ah–… well what do you say we make the batter ourselves? It will have a more fresh taste and it’s not going to be as hard as you think, okay?” 

The mention of poison control has her shooting him a very sympathetic glance. She can’t seem to picture how that all went down, or even how it happened in the first place, but she get’s the main idea: It was bad. “Oh goodness…w-well no worries! We won’t have a repeat of that. I’m gonna help you make the best cake ever!”

“I actually own a bakery. So we can go there to make it if that’s alright with you? What kind of cake were you thinking of? OH! and most importantly, what flavor?”

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“trust me, sweetheart-- that box had three instructions. three. i managed to fuck up somewhere between cracking an egg and adding in oil. that’s talent.” he doesn’t have to be particularly perceptive to catch her look-- pity. something he has quite a bit of experience with, despite the complaints of his ego. still, he never lets it get in the way of a good offer-- and with an eager nod, he’s following hot on her heels, hands shoving into the pockets of his jeans with a low whistle.  “i think chocolate would b-- wait, what? the one down the block? you own that?” he blinks, glancing at her incredulously. “you look younger than me and you already own a business? jesus, crush my self-confidence, why don’t you.”

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kojihruu​:

“A cake??” Koji’s eyes lit up like a fully decorated tree on Christmas day. “You’ve come to the right person! I mean… I’m not so sure how good I am at teaching… but don’t worry! I can help you make a delicious cake no doubt!” 

“Oh, thank god.” His shoulders slump in relief at your answer, latching onto your offer like a lifeboat. He waves the dollar-store box of premade mix at you with a wince, the second one of the day and a silent ode to his failure. “I was planning to make one for this kid’s birthday, but the first time I tried-- uh. someone called poison control and it-- it was a bad time. Needless to say, I’ll take any help I can get--”

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