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Sharing music is like sharing a deep, intimate part of yourself with someone you feel like you can trust with it. Because everyone’s favourite song says so much about who they are. And sharing that song with you is like a sharing a piece of their vibrant, musical soul. Lee Min-kyu. twenty3. Musician. Studying business.

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i also made a discord a few days ago so you can hit me up @ pengsoo#7822

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i sent in my unfollow to the main just cause my muse isn’t there with minkyu and i feel like i’m hogging a spot but i’m really going to miss you guys and minkyu’s iconic friendship with taesuks. i may return one day, but until then you can find me at my personal blog @stascys and yes my icon is of my baby penguin.

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kyungception:

that time kyungsoo looked outrageously handsome for pepero

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kxjunho.

Junho had the night of his life– then again, that is what he said every time he went out. Somehow it just managed to get better and better each time. That very night he had been stumbling around, and will most definitely not remember anything he had done that night like embarrass himself in front of the cute bartender as he had done. But, even great nights like these would come to an end, and Jun decided for that end to be right about now. As he waddled out of the club the young man noticed a rather bothered individual. Without second thought he waddled up to the other, a bright smile upon his lips ( mr. sunshine struck again) and adding, “Hey are you alright? You look kinda down? “ 

                   he turned at the sound of the voice, lips turning up in response to the other’s smile. “i’m fine.” minkyu said with a shake of his head, he was adorable and couldn’t help but smile as he looked at him. “i had a fun night and it was probably a little more fun than i should have had.” his arms crossed over his chest. “but now my phone is stuck in there and i’m not really sure how to find my way home.” a sigh fell from his lips as he glanced around.

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artisvn.

     WANDERING AROUND SEOUL late at night was customary to sehyun, and often led him some interesting situations with equal interesting people. he’d just finished the last of a cigarette ( the butt dropped promptly to the ground before a light foot gave a crush ), when he came across the other— hastily trying to pull their shirt back on after being, from what sehyun assumed, was kicked out of the building whose doors stood mere feet away. ‘ rough night ? ’ he asked, and though it was more than often the artist ignored those he passed on the streets, compassion seemed to have sprung in the moment. ‘ you can use my phone to call a cab service, if you want. ’

                   minkyu turned at the voice, nodding his head at the strangers question. “well....” he trailed off, “not really a rough night just had a bit too much to drink and got thrown out.” he shrugged his shoulders. not REALLY a rough night. he shook his head, waving the suggestion away. “i can just walk,” he glanced around, “if i can remember how to get there.” a clueless expression on his face.

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seemingcupid.

her own self - proclaimed night shifts weren’t very pleasant . usually , those were the clients that squeezed themselves right into her plans to go home & meet somewhere else ( but when there are clients as picky as some , the most  professional  method is office communication . she’s learned this the hard way ! ) . so the walks from her job when the sky was whispering secrets to the wind & the moon taking shift on its stand , those seem to caress soft skin of a cherub maiden the  wrong  way , causing agitation to seep into bones . & mind remains less than curious , but the man with a  haphazardly  clothed shirt piques her slighted interest . feet stop moving as hands find a way to sit within pockets , head tilting as she looks forward to the other , quiet at first . “ you look like your night isn’t going too well . “ more of a musing to herself , really . “ did you drink ? do you need to me to call someone to drive you , a taxi or something of the sort ? “ there’s a inquiry sitting within the way she speaks as response is awaited , hand  A L R E A D Y  pulling out her phone & preparing to call some sort of contact .

                   minkyu turned to look at the woman, surprise coloring his features before his expression cleared. “you could say my night isn’t going so well.” he chuckled softly, head tilting to the side. “i don’t think i can really handle my alcohol and i ended up dancing on a table and taking my shirt off.” his shoulders lifted in a small shrug, glancing away. he shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “i can just walk. i don’t need to bother anyone.” he waved his hands in the air and looked around, trying to remember the way back this place.

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                 the smile on minkyu’s face was genuine as he sat on the couch, pushing kyubok’s shoulder gently, trying to distract the other male for a moment so he could beat him in WHATEVER game they were playing. “come on.” the tone of voice rising slightly as he reached a hand over to cover his eyes. he wasn’t sure what was going to happen if he lost, but he REALLY didn’t want to find out. @kyvbok

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taesuks.

                despite exhibiting patience in some scenarios, taesuk didn’t usually cope all that well with being ignored. he could deal with it from c e r t a i n people, but others would often face the full extent of his persistence if his texts went unanswered for long enough. that was precisely what found the boy outside of minkyu’s apartment that afternoon, knocking gingerly on the front door after SEVERAL of his messages and pouty emojis were left on read throughout the morning. “hyung! it’s me! open up!” taesuk knew that, given the fact minkyu was ignoring his texts, he likely wouldn’t answer his door for him either— but the both of them knew the measures the younger was prone to take in order to prevent his friend from shutting him out completely.

                 when the knocking reached his hears, minkyu wanted to say he was surprised, especially when he recognized the voice that accompanied it. a sigh fell from his lips. he moved from the kitchen to the front door at a slow pace, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. he paused at the door, hand over the door knob. he stood silent for just a moment, letting taesuk wait for just a moment longer than he really needed to. after making him wait for a few seconds, she opened the door slowly. “yes?” he questioned, brow raised slightly.

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i just spent way too long on a gifset of baekhyun and it’s trash but i posted it on my personal anyways because making it killed my head. i’ll be here tomorrow to do replies and whatnot

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               minkyu knew he’d had way too much to drink, but it wasn’t stopping him. there was a small voice in his head telling him to just go home, drink some water and sleep it off, but there was a much MUCH louder voice screaming at him to dance on top of a table so that’s the voice that he listened to. THAT was the voice that told him to take off his shirt and that was the voice that got him thrown out. “don’t know how to have a good time.” he muttered, hastily trying to put on his shirt. he only managed to to put it on inside out and backwards, but at least it was on. he felt around in his pockets for his phone and realized that it was still laying on the table he had just been dancing on. “great.” he groaned, kicking at a nearby rock but missed it by a lot. “now how am i supposed to get home?” he wondered aloud

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notminsoo

there is not even a reply YET and minsoo is already scrambling off of the couch, heading towards his bedroom so he can change into something more decent and less wrinkled. he is just buttoning up his shirt when his phone buzzes again where he had left it on the bed, and he reaches to grab it so he can read the messages. he is smiling when he sees them; it’s so TYPICAL to have that cheeky undertone to almost EVERY conversation he has with minkyu, no matter if it’s a real one or through the phone. minsoo replies fast, so he can finish getting dressed, make sure he has everything he needs and then he can head out towards the other’s place.

( sms —  minkyu 😉 ) don’t start without me! i wanna be there when you do it ( sms — minkyu  😉 ) i’m on my way now

               minkyu caught his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing gently in thought for a moment. minsoo was coming over. his friend. his REALLY good friend that he really felt himself with. he stood up again, hand moving through his hair as he moved towards the kitchen. every good host KNEW you had to set out snacks and drinks if they wanted to get their guest to stay ( and boy did minkyu want minsoo to stay ) a slow smile spread onto his features a the thought before he shook his head, returning to getting snacks from his cabinets and refrigerator. after everything was set out just right ( perfectionist minkyu ) he turned his attention back to his phone. he typed out his reply, shaking his head at himself. 

       ( sms → minsoo 😘 ) sorry i was busy playing with my joystick 😏        ( sms → minsoo 😘 ) that sounded better in my head 

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yeongthegiant

      “Am I ever doing anything else?” Deryl asked, referring to the songwriting which, though he had been slack on doing in the years at his former company, he rarely ceased to write at least a little bit when inspiration struck him. However, food was admittedly rather pressing at the moment, so he could definitely take a break once food came around.

“I mean, if you’ve already got all the good stuff, there isn’t really a good reason to order anything else, unless you mean like, soda or something,” he said with a shrug, after he paused briefly to tap his pencil in thought. “Because we could definitely use some of that.”

               minkyu nodded his head as he glanced towards his own paper, wishing words would come easier to him. expressing how he felt should be easy, but for some reason it never was. shaking his head, he drew in a breath and focused back on ordering them some food. “seasoned rice, chicken and a couple of sodas coming right up.” he gave deryl a thumbs up before going to order the food.

               “i wonder if they have cake.” he wondered aloud to himself before dialing the number to order the food, his sweet tooth getting the better of him.

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okay so i just left an rp that i was part of for 4+ years that was hella toxic and this is the first time i’ve felt really free on this website in awhile so bless. i gotta head to work soon but i should be here later.

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notminsoo

he is not actually busy when his phone buzzes; minsoo is folded on the sofa in front of the tv that is playing some war documentary he is trying to pay attention to. he reaches to SNATCH the device from the coffee table, where it lies accompanied by empty cups and plates and some papers. it’s not just one text, it’s FOUR of them, and he wonders who could want to get a hold of him so URGENTLY, that is, until he sees the name of the person that sent them. his lips curl into a smile that’s almost WICKED and he does sit up from his sprawled position as his thumb dance over the touch screen to type out a reply.

( sms — minkyu 😉 ) no i’m not busy

( sms — minkyu 😉 ) not fun playing with yourself you say

( sms — minkyu 😉 ) so i should come by and play with you instead

( sms — minkyu 😉 ) sounds good to me 😏

             his lips curled up into a smile once the texts came through, he wasn’t sure what he THOUGHT minsoo would say, but a feeling of excitement coursed through his veins at the idea of the other male coming over. even if it was just to play video games or whatever else they found themselves doing. he stood up suddenly, his phone falling to the couch as he glanced around. okay, the place was clean but not TOO clean. it was just right ( at least in his eyes ) throwing himself back on his couch and reached out for his phone to type out his reply, lips turning up into a smirk.

        ( sms → minsoo 😘 ) it’s never fun to play with yourself         ( sms → minsoo 😘 ) you should definitely come         ( sms → minsoo 😘 ) and soon         ( sms → minsoo 😘 ) i just might start without you 

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itskyungnari

✧ — “Why did you let me take up the psychology minor, again?” The young female sighed, eyes still glued on the unsatisfying grade indicated in red ink on her essay. “Pretty sure this teacher has something against me. Let me tell you, his douche meter is usually about half mast, but now it’s three quarters full” 

          “let you? what do you mean ‘let you’?” minkyu questioned, eyes widening slightly as he looked to the girl. he chewed on his bottom lip, thinking over his next words very carefully. “can you drop the class?” he offered, not seeing a solution to her problem.