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Choi Minho. At your service.

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SHINee’s Choi Minho for High Cut Korea Vol. 197. Photographed by Jang Dukhwa

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36% Intellectual

Archetype Family: Thinking

Other Expressions: Professional, Student, Scholar, Judge

Life Journey: To pursue knowledge for the sake of discovering thruth in all areas of life.

Unique Challenge: To recognize when I’ve locked myself into a line of thinking based on my education or experience; to remain open to new ideas.

Lesson To Learn: To learn to listen to my gut, and to discern the differences between reason and truth.

36% Royal

Archetype Family: Royal

Other Expressions: Executive, CEO, Leader, Chief

Life Journey: To learn to use power wisely, productively, and responsibly

Unique Challenge: To identify the causes in which to invest my power and influence

Lesson To Learn: To differentiate between authentic and illusory power

28% Athlete

Archetype Family: Physical

Other Expressions: Competitor, Sportsman, Outdoorswoman

Life Journey: To discover a sense of personal power and identity through developing my body.

Unique Challenge: To understand that the body has limits; to pay attention when I’m feeling off-balance and do what I need to get back to my core power zone.

Lesson To Learn: To confront physical vulnerability and accept the reality of aging.

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ofobscuritas:

✘ ┆ ___   TAEMIN HAD NEVER been of much patience – even less with other humans around him. He was one who would take everything in his hands, lead everything along his path. Minho was indeed the first living being that could allow himself such an intercourse with the devil. Not only when it came down to their physical and carnal concur but also on those rare days Taemin would just simply visit Minho out of boredom. During those days when he would silently curl up beside the male, press his head against his chest and tried to sleep. They would always have their lazy bickering, teasing and discussions. Something that would rise Taemin’s anger quickly usual. Albeit with Minho by his side, it would always end in a childish pout or stick out of his tongue. Even now Taemin let him tease, let him play and he even savoured and enjoyed it. Probably because he knew what he could expect after all. There is a violent shiver that ran through his body, a tremble with the simple touches of the taller male. There is fire on his skin wherever the tips of his fingers traced along. There was nothing and yet Taemin sunk the pearly teeth of his own down into the supple flesh of his lower lip to prevent himself from any noises he already could give away. He wanted to mewl, to sigh in contentment. He was already so willing for him – Minho simply knew how to touch him, how to make him his with nothing but soft brushes that were likely from a feather. Taemin gasped softly whilst thumbs brushed over his nipples and his teeth dug even deeper into his full lower lip. He arched his back, moving his body towards the given touch. His eyelids fluttered close and there was eventually the quiet soft sound of a mewl while he let his own thoughts run wild with the things Minho could do to him. Blonde silken hair was messy, slightly fanned out over the wooden surface of the desk. His chest was moving erratic. “I would.” He whispered quickly whilst he looked through half-lidded eyes towards the male how his brims were pressed against his knuckles. “Do with me what you want. I’m already a willing kitten for you.” Taemin raised his upper body slightly, the elbow of his free arm bracing his body on the surface of the table. Enough to have his face again closer to his, enough to brush his lips against Minho’s ear. He just needed him. And he hated the fact how willing he was just to keep him close. “I’m the only thing you need, Minho. I’ll make sure I’m the only one on your mind.” He whispered with a raspy voice. And perhaps, here and there he was jealous at the job the other had. All the people that were actually on Minho’s mind besides him.

The escort can’t help the curve of his lip at the corners; the pleas coming from Taemin almost sounding like he were doubting his worth to Minho -- the man straightens, keeping Taemin on the table before, still position between those thighs of his, hands skimming along the softer flesh against the insides until his touch withdraws entirely. Minho reaches for the carton of cigarettes by the desk-side, withdrawing one to press between his lips; a silver zip-lighter flicked open and the flame soon setting alight the tobacco inside the skin. He withdraws a deep inhale, letting the smoke drift from behind his teeth and filter into the air above them - giving a deep hum out whilst gazing across Taemin like he were a dead man’s final meal. 

Tossing the lighter back down against the desk, he leaves the cigarette to the corner of his mouth; caught there when thick arms suddenly slip beneath the boy’s thin frame, drawing him up like a child against his front; balancing him on the corner of his hip. Using his thigh, Minho pushes back his chair and steps out from around the piece of furniture, heading for the open door out into the hallway of his apartment -- the bedroom adjacent to his office. He’s still inhaling on that cigarette, smoke streaming steadily from the crack in his lips, one arm bracing Taemin against his front.

Using his free hand to push the bedroom door in, their scene soon changes to that sprawl of his sleeping quarters; and like the rest of his apartment, it was dark wood and polished floors - his things neatly lined in rows on the dresser, his shirts hanging in pristine pressed rows in the closet, belts hanging nearby from a rack on the wall. With Minho, everything was perfect. The bed is soon reached by long legs and he’s soon laying Taemin back, taking the cigarette from his lips and tapping ash into the tray on the bedside locker.

“Strip completely.”

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We’re all monsters, my darling. What matters is who we show our claws to and why we do it.

CBL (via the-empty-quill)

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oftheoi:

It’s lunch time in the middle of her shift at the library, but she’s unfortunately broke from paying her rent in an apartment that’s not worth the price. So, Hyerin is scouring the aisles of the convenience store for snacks that are anything but healthy. There’s a few items wrapped in plastic balancing in her arms, one bag dangling from her pink colored lips as her eyeballs scan the drink display for her favorite soda. Once she finally has it, Hyerin tries to keep everything from tumbling to the floor while turning the corner.

That’s when she spots him, or at least.. someone who looks like him. Choi Minho, her childhood summer and object of many warm night fantasies. The bag that was dangling in her mouth falls to floor as her lips open in surprise, the snack left abandoned on the cold floor as she tries to muster up her courage to do something. Is that truly him? She tilts her head, taking a few steps closer while silently willing the man to turn and give her a side profile. When he finally does, she knows it’s really Minho. That jawline, she’d never forget it in a million years.

With her heart pounding in her chest she called his name, Minho!, instead of the affectionate oppa that he would hear so often so many days ago. As her turns to look at her, a heat rises within her chest and fans out across her body, collecting in the pale tone of her cheeks. Suddenly her hunger seems utterly unimportant, as do the snacks hanging in her arms. So Hyerin shoves them carelessly onto the shelf beside her, some tumbling to the floor.

“It’s me!” She rushes forward, a large beaming smile suddenly overtaking her features. “I missed you!”

His hand clutches a little tighter on the carton of cigarettes in hand; his breath catching in the back of his throat with this sudden whirlwind back to his childhood in those sunny mountains with fresh air scraping his cheeks and the heat darkening his flesh to that tanned farmhand shade. How long had it been now? He’d been away from home for near six years now -- the city had melded to him and he’d grown to melt into those streets, no longer did he hear the crickets from thick forests on summer nights, now it was the sound of tires screeching on tarmac and the rustle of conversation never far from his ear. 

It seems almost surreal to have Hyerin stand before him, seemingly untouched by time; the same fresh cheeks and fluttering lashes, dark eyes that had glimpsed him in so many scenes. Whereas he had lost that slender touch to an adolescent’s boy frame, he’s grown tall; broad shoulders replace the skinny frame he once sported, his chest expanded and his hair was longer, but still wild like his own father’s had been back home. Rich, slick black in waves across his brow, a kink having formed in the strands from the amount of times he’d tried to brush them back from his way. Minho was a man now, and he hovered over her in speechless surprise.

Hyerin was still fresh-faced and bright, but there was a mature touch to her frame and how her hips had formed to feminine image; she was breathtaking as always. Minho clears his throat softly, stunned and taken by surprise, still unable to form enough of a coherent response until seconds later.

“Christ--- you look great, how have you been?” He murmurs, brows up on his forehead and his expression one of fluster.

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minho for w magazine

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The smell of chalk was hard to dismiss, it was stagnant and strong the minute one would enter on the premises; and if eyes could gaze at the muddy flooring just long enough, they’d see the faint prints of many a shoe trekking the pale stuff up the stairs situated near the back and across the flooring towards the main exit. It all came with reasons, however, the chalk was used to soak up blood and thus, cover the copper smell of open wounds and the stench of alcohol-laced spit that splattered itself in all directions with a well-placed punch. Downstairs, a ring was built from poor plywood and wooden beams; crooked and broken in places where shoes had gotten lodged mid-kick. 

The bar upstairs was merely a cover to throw off suspecting legal eyes from the enterprise, it’s quiet din a wild comparison to the shouts and thick wall of sweat that could be met after descending into the basement. Men were packed into the room, ballot papers of bets placed being waved in the air and cheers erupting amidst the yells of defeat from either side. Minho was finished for the night, he’d won his round and carried a thick roll of cash in the back pocket of his pants as he climbed the stairs to ground level, his mouth still tasting of blood where he’d let an elbow get the better of him. 

He’d wash it out with a mouthful of scotch before took off for the night, resolving to shower once he got home at least -- climbing the stairs, his heels would click on the concrete beneath his feet only to come to a rest when the door opens to reveal a rather clean looking male peering back at him. A brow lifts on the escort’s forehead, sizing him up in no time at all; and in all honesty, the boy looked a little lost to be staring back at him.

“I’d turn around if I were you, kid. This isn’t a place for you.” Minho murmurs, clearing the last step before maneuvering his broad body around the other male; pushing the door out with a hand to get through.

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imyovna:

The idol scoffed. “Oh, trust me, I am a master at that. I even manage to pay the entire bill sometimes, which usually results in manly pride being hurt.” She didn’t understand the logic behind it, so maybe that was why she was so stubborn and insistent about paying for her own food. Why let someone else do so when you are perfectly capable and have enough money? “So in case I manage to trick you, please don’t feel bad about it." 

Minho was a rather unusual companion to have, Yoona noticed quickly. From the way he talked to the way he acted, it always came as a mild surprise to her, and a pleasant one at that. "The princess is haunted by memories, really old ones. You don’t think that running away and leaving a situation unsolved is bad until it comes right back at you and your choices are limited, I suppose.” Her words were chosen carefully. No matter how much she wanted to be honest, the entire issue couldn’t be revealed just now.“

“I like how you phrased that--- ‘in case I manage’, that still gives me plenty of room to prove the latter half of that response.” He smiles gently, inhaling softly, the move raising his chest and subsequently, letting it roll back on the exhale. “Perhaps the princess should remember to take one step at a time if this situation is seeming too smothering to her at the moment..”

“Communication with some close ones might even help her out too. It’s always a good thing to have a designated safe person.” The escort muses to her with care, glancing to the figure who sits next to him in the vehicle; the car turns smooth, the effect barely felt. “You still have choices, so think them over well and thorough.”

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prkshay:

           Shay hummed to his words as she licked her lips,’’ Well yeah that’s one thing, but he looked more scared then anything else, as if he already knew he would lose the match ‘’ she added. Her eyes went to look over the fighter who had lost and was screaming around with another male ‘’ Looks like someone want’s to make trouble for you’’

She removed the towel from his face when she was done and she gave him a soft smile ‘’ You do have a damn nice hook ‘’ she added after all she did think he did a great job out there he was better then she thought he would be, but she still didn’t understand what it was that people talked about him, she had heard so much and so many different things. ‘’ Let me ask you this, are you as mysteries as the rumors say?’’ she tilted her head as she looked towards him. 

She rolled her eyes to his question as she looked around the crowed once more before she looked back at him leaning in closer to his ear as she whispered ‘’ I could tell you, but then i would have to kill you’’ she said in a playful tone. ‘’ A woman should never speak about her secrets so easy nor fast, get me a drink n you might get to know something, and you might not… just like a gamble ether you win or you lose’’

With his frame a little less glistening from the sweat, Minho is drawing the shirt up onto his shoulders; fixing the collar round his neck before fingertips fall to jimmy up the buttons; eyes briefly flickering to the ruckus that sounds just mere feet from them. “That depends on what rumors you’ve been listening to about me, my dear--” The escort responds, fixing the garment around his arms before doing the cuff-links there. 

“Tell you what, I’ll buy you a drink but not here.” Minho responds, tucking the shirt back into the black suit-pants hugging his waist - his suit jacket retrieved and pulled up onto broad shoulders then. “We’ll go some place a little quieter where I won’t have to worry about winning another fight.” His gaze lands onto the pretty features across from him, and after pushing his phone and wallet into a pocket, an arm encompasses her frame and he leads her towards the staircase back to ground level.

“If I’m taking this gamble, I’d like to know my odds on finding out just a little about your reasoning for approaching me.” He murmurs, allowing her to step along the stairs first.

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dangerousxjinri:

She allowed her eyes to roll as she turned her head, trying to hide the wide smile forming upon her lips. “Maybe because you just know me better than anyone. Or maybe a lucky guess. Who knows?” Jinri laughed and threw one of the twins’ onesies at him as her blush darkened. “Stooooop! You’re going to turn me into a tomato.”

There’s a soft grin to touch his features; reaching up to catch the pastel yellow baby-suit between his fingertips - shaking it out before setting on folding it with the rest of the laundry. 

“Now now, my love, I’d like to think I have good knowledge about you thus far.” He muses, handing back the folded garment to her. “Tell me, do I still make you blush?”