the boy who cried wolf

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[bloomingyouths]

‘Criminal’ Jacket Behind l Behind the : Act l 태민 TAEMIN #3

[skydiveicons]

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[mintaeart]

                guess who’s back in town baby  ——————– 

                                     didja miss me —–? good to hear it! been a long time 

                    C O M I N G  and i need some new friends to paint the town red with, ya feel me?

               so get sharing, and reblogging and all that jazz.  

                                                        discord @ u freak stop using snapchat#2113

[mintaeart]

                guess who’s back in town baby  -------------------- 

                                     didja miss me -----? good to hear it! been a long time 

                    C O M I N G  and i need some new friends to paint the town red with, ya feel me?

               so get sharing, and reblogging and all that jazz.  

                                                        discord @ u freak stop using snapchat#2113

[mintaeart]

ay wassup here’s my little reminder that i’m over @ u freak stop using snapchat#2113 on discord looking for new interactions. so hmu if u wanna write with dirtbag lee taemin. cool cool, good talk

[mintaeart]

man idk who’s still here but if anyone wants to write with taemin, then im making a slow comeback on discord @ u freak stop using snapchat #2113 

so like hmu with them plot ideas, gimme the fluff or the angst, ya boy taemin’s got everything u need in a man, he’s rough, he’s ready, but damn if he ain’t lovable yknow even if we’ve never written together before, gimme those plots yeah? cool, cool, good talk. 

[mintaeart]

man idk who’s still here but if anyone wants to write with taemin, then im making a slow comeback on discord @ u freak stop using snapchat #2113 

so like hmu with them plot ideas, gimme the fluff or the angst, ya boy taemin’s got everything u need in a man, he’s rough, he’s ready, but damn if he ain’t lovable yknow even if we’ve never written together before, gimme those plots yeah? cool, cool, good talk. 

[fivegems]

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[ondubyu]

                                              shinee’s leader, old man, and voice.                                                              ( general & literate )                                                          LIKE. REBLOG. FOLLOW.

[timaltman]

[mintaeart]

leave me a random sentence in my inbox and i’ll turn it into a starter for u 

[mintaeart]

busanbunnie‌:

He was blunt and certainly didn’t mince his words but she guessed that was what she needed. At his action her breath hitched in her throat, doe like eyes gazing at him through thick dark lashes before she pursed her lips together and nodded her head. She had never been good with this romance thing. That whole stereotype of awkward gamers? That was certainly her in this scenario. Oh, she wanted it to be something. She had been crushing on him for a long time now but she was so frightened to tell him. What if he didn’t want to come back after she had confessed? But that night–that had to have meant something, right?

Unable to physically use words, she merely leaned in and pressed her lips tenderly against his own, her eyes squeezing shut in fear that she was doing something incredibly wrong. Lingering there for a moment, it wasn’t long before she was pulling back, her stomach churning if she had made the correct decision. “I-I do want it to be something,” she spoke quietly, barely even a whisper before she finally plucked up the courage to look into his eyes. “–but do you?”

                               he watches her features like a hawk; trained in on every little twitch of delicate muscle beneath fair skin, the rise and fall of a small chest and the brush of that same sigh on the curve of her lower lip ---- how her eyes flicker and sink in on his before those lashes flutter closed, and taemin’s all too aware of her soft scent against his. a gentle kiss, nervous but excited. she tasted like something sweet, maybe she’d been eating sweets earlier; and him? he was sure he tasted like cigarettes. 

                                        his mouth quirks into a smirk when she retreats; a crooked little  g r i n

            “d’ya even gotta ask?” he teases; a little crease on his nose in laughter before a hand swings and he cups the gentle shape of her nape, drawing her back across into a much stronger kiss; a much less refined one - because let’s face it, he wasn’t some knight but damn, did he want to do something to protect her. bruised knuckles sink past her hair and grip with just a little strength, the other gripping the plush pillow behind her; at least, he could answer her this way.

[mintaeart]

ay i’ll be free from next week and am lookin for ppl to plot with so like this post or hmu if u wanna write

[tempxo]

confused, but make it fashion

[kiwibomb]

taemin lq icons!!! please like or reblog if you save it!!! 🐤

[mintaeart]

what’s up fuckers?

[mintaeart]

                                   ------------- ; imagine going to bed and never waking up; 

                                                                        children think about it all the time.       

                                there’s soft jazz piano on a crackling radio and a spring thunderstorm outside the window. cherry blossoms were losing their fragile petals and the debris was blown against the gutters like some beautiful decay, rainwater seeping down between the streets into the storm-drains, filtering away back into the earth; beneath seoul city. he’s perched like a tentative bird on the windowsill, a glass of warm beer by his ankles. his heart wracked by anxiety, nerves and excitement, but why? 

                   a rumble in the distance, a flash of white light and he’s glued to watching the weather. unable to calm his jittery nerves for whatever reason it may be. he’s on edge and deathly ambitious. 

               what if the meaning of being ‘alive’ was to simple be alive? 

                                       encased in a capsule of emotion; he barely even registers the door being opened behind his shoulder.