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i’ll be taking around three weeks of hiatus since i need to get my life together with this being first weeks of school and settling to a new place. ; ^ ; waves sadly at y’all please don’t forget me and taeboob (which can produce low fat choco milk!). i’ll be back shortly and get to all these replies and plotting. ^ u ^
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@taetae99 1 min ago nobody knows my pain!! it is real!!!!! I’M SO HURT!!!!!! ╥ ╥ ⇠ reply ↺ retweet ★ favorite ▪▪▪ more
@taetae99 9 seconds ago chi chi noonas... my offer for you all to step on me with stilettos on still stands... ⇠ reply ↺ retweet ★ favorite ▪▪▪ more
( txt* taeyong ) um its been 5mins wheres my bubble tea ( txt* taeyong ) 😢
「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ jungjungie 」 it’s been five mins...「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ jungjungie 」 i actually went to buy your bubble tea.「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ jungjungie 」 but on my way back i forgot that i was buying for you...「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ jungjungie 」 tl;dr i drank it.「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ jungjungie 」 do you want the rest or should i buy you a new one?
mess on our hands ;; woohyun & taeyong
( * it’s a slower day at the restaurant– and woohyun cannot be any more thankful for that. a bit of peace and quiet is good for him. it gives him time to breathe, to ease the pressure on his head and body from so many nights of rough attempts at slumber. it feels nice to sit down, adn that’s exactly what the male does. head pressed against the cool countertop, he hums, eyse flowing shut.) just…give me a moment.
( * he hears his brother scold him for snoozing on the furniture. he waves his hand in dismissal and wearily lifts his head up– fighting back a groan when the bell rings overhead. he squints his eyes at the door, offering a tired smile– before he realizes who it is. ) welcome to– oh, taeyong-ah. ( * woohyun blinks, wide grin on his face as he holds up his hand. ) hey! glad you made it down here. ( * he pushes himself to stand, wincing at pushing at his tired limbs. ) aah. you hungry? i can have boohyun cook up a batch of fresh ddeokbokki!
[ — * it’s never an unusual day, for each day deviating from norms would be a usual day for lee taeyong. he’s gotten himself kicked out of a restaurant after attempting to do the same trick that the tea bearer did, pouring tea in such an intricate manner. of course the high end restaurant didn’t take it too well after he ‘sabotaged’ the show, causing him (and his twin, who challenged him to do it in the first place) to be asked ‘politely’ to leave the place, regardless of the restaurant’s blatant favoritism when it comes to their mother. chuckling their way out of the restaurant, taemin gets a call from his crowd for a video gaming session, and taeyong decides to bail on the invitation for his stomach growls and he has something in mind. ]
[ — * as taemin surely uses their driver, he catches the bus from the nearest stop and rides towards the familiar area, slightly away from gangnam. jumping off the vehicle with a grimace on his face upon having the garish sunlight assaulting his vision, he quickens his steps towards the store. the familiar tintinnabulation greets him as he walks in, a grin returning on his features. ] hyungie! [ — * he greets with a tint of whininess and waves as he closes the gap between them. ] you look so... senile. heh. how are my favorite hips doing? you don’t stress them out too much, do you? just go sit and rest. [ — * he chuckles. ] and yes, hyungie... i got kicked out of a restaurant! so i haven’t had lunch yet... coming here especially for ddeokbokki!
rkhsunhwa:
A friendly face in the hot (almost) summer heat is just what Rachel needs, and upon seeing Taeyong’s face the facade of a grin that she had plastered on turns into a real one, sending the brunette running over in her sandals with a water bottle just for him. “Dongsaengie~ You didn’t tell me you would be in Itaewon today!” Brandishing the water bottle at him her brows crease and she reaches out to touch his forehead with her hand, still cool from the water she had been holding. “Don’t let yourself get too hot, okay? And put on sunscreen!”
[ — * the sweltering heat in the undulating summer weather is definitely what he needs to remain drowsy; somnolence hangs in the posture as he makes his way to his favorite restaurant in itaewon, wanting nothing but to have his favorite lunch before heading home. throat parched after hours of vocal practice, he can feel the sore creeping, and it encourages him to alter the sluggish pace that his sneakers-clad feet have been sporting. he doesn’t register someone in his proximity at first, advancing his way to the restaurant, until he notices that someone is speaking to him and addressing him in a rather familiarly affectionate way. he pivots on his heels and faces her, a grin splitting his cheeks inevitably. ] NOONA! [ — * indubitably giddy, indubitably replenished. at her touching his head with a cool hand, he hums. ] what are you doing here? heh. i just got back from a vocal lesson! it’s so hot... [ — * he pouts playfully. ] i put a lot of sunscreen! wouldn’t want to get sunburnt because so icky. [ — * he smirks. ] have you had lunch? is noona hungry?
[ sms to; $$ ] IMPORTANT BUT do you have chichi's second album [ sms to; $$ ] im uh asking for a friend honestly just a friend [ sms to; $$ ] not like i listen to chichi or anything.... asking for a friend...
「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ mr. bodyguard ;) 」 GASPS!!!「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ mr. bodyguard ;) 」 are you really asking me this question!「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ mr. bodyguard ;) 」 SO RUDE! >:(「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ mr. bodyguard ;) 」 i have chichi’s every album and their autographed pictures and posters and even my boobs have their signatures!「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ mr. bodyguard ;) 」 i cannot! believe! this!!!「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ mr. bodyguard ;) 」 SO ANGRY!!!!!
( sms to : taepoop ) anyway, how is your sex life?
「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ gayunohomo 」 YOU’RE TEARING ME APART!「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ gayunohomo 」 cheep cheep cheep cheep.「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ gayunohomo 」 i definitely have breast cancer. :(
[ sms → tae ] i would be honored to request your presence at my father's charity banquet this weekend [ sms → tae ] please come with me we can watch pororo afterwards in the giant conference room or smth [ sms → tae ] you make this stuff more fun and everyone loves you [ sms → tae ] pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease i miss doing this stuff with you!!!
「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ hwa noona 」 is this actually meant for me or taemin?「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ hwa noona 」 i’m not doubting you, my sweet sweet noona, but precautions need to be made. ㅠㅠ「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ hwa noona 」 but pororo! this must be for me. heh. SURE, NOONA.「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ hwa noona 」 just give me the time and venue!!!
[ sms ⇢ taedumb ] HEY WANNA BE THE CO-CAPTAIN OF MY TWERK TEAM [ sms ⇢ taedumb ] i mean...i don't actually have one yet but when i make one
「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ yer-eeew 」 i am so hurt. what is this???!!!「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ yer-eeew 」 I AM THE CAPTAIN. TWERK PRINCESS IS ME!!「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ yer-eeew 」 please head to the exit, kim yerim.「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ yer-eeew 」 you’ll never have my status.
-- * scrutiny !
he isn’t sure if this is a great idea.
but who is he kidding—his life has been comprised of ideas ranging from not-so-good to terrible, and tonight isn’t an exception. stalking a group of older males, he has one of their lanky arms wrapped around his shoulders, making him seem like he belongs in the cluster. leather jacket, tattered jeans. a snapback. he probably still looks like a high schooler (which isn’t too far off from reality—which is the truth, actually), but the term ‘baby-faced’ is worth holding onto so taeyong believes that he’s on the safe side.
they’re on the queue, and it creeps. the night is colored with the stale air, shrouded with the shade of carcinogenic dreams. the moon hangs sullenly against the empty sky, dark and gloomy. this is a weekend night too precious to be wasted on sighing at home while drowning in assignments like what his twin is doing at the moment. no, really, in all honesty he’s pretty certain that taemin would bail on his personal promise and probably get wasted at a friend’s home party.
a lie: if he says he isn’t jittery. about the prospect of getting in. or moreover, about the prospect of not getting in. which isn’t miniscule.
he doesn’t voice it, though; these college kids don’t take him in for being a weenie. he plasters a confident smile, a smirk, a laugh. the line moves forward. before he knows it, he’s being faced with the threshold, the bouncer asking for their id’s.
he fishes his second to last, getting his fake id card out of the pocket in his (branded) wallet. he hands it over casually, and as the seconds pass, his heart rate grows along with the tick tick tick. the bouncer squints, and throws a look at him.
this isn’t the first time he does this, he convinces himself inwardly. in previous instances, he always got a pass.
he’s, after all, quite tall for kids his age. but this bouncer doesn’t seem convinced, and he waits. waits. waits. agonized is a predetermined consequence, but he really can’t turn around now, so he does nothing but fakes calmness.
-- * yeppeuda !
[ — * the beginning of the day feels like: 1) the summer sun, stark against the languid blue sky, 2) the taste of coffee, sweet with the rim of bitterness, in his sleepy mouth, and 3) imminent ennui derived from hours of classes. he sighs as he stares out of the car window in a dramatic manner, murmuring something along the line of, “umma, i’m going to school and making you proud”. as the limousine eventually comes to a stop in front of the school building and his driver, in the starched uniform suit, opens the door for him, he steps out of the vehicle with a forlorn look on his face. another day spent in purgatory—except he’s going to make this hell and he’s the satan. clad in his pororo plush sandals, he makes his way into the entrance, a large grin plastered on his face. it doesn’t take long until he spots a face that would help with the boredom humming at the back of his head, so he doesn’t wait for long to fish out one of the many plastic roses from a pocket of his branded backpack, before dashing towards the said face. ] NOONA NEOMU YEPPEOOOOOO~ [ — * and he continues singing until all eyes are on him, and he is soon on one knee in front of soojung, finishing the chorus as he presents the fake flower for her. ]
[ txt → god(sent) bro ] kid [ txt → god(sent) bro ] im hungry [ txt → god(sent) bro ] miss ur chef's galbitang [ txt → god(sent) bro ] send me some please? :<
「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ godsis jiji 」 if you say that this isn’t just a ploy to say that you miss me, i won’t believe you.「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ godsis jiji 」 galbitang is coming over with special dessert aka me. ;D「 ✉ ‣ ‣ ‣ godsis jiji 」 where are you rn??
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this be me creating plot babies-- which i can’t do without your help! * u * so hello, hello, hi, tae’s mun here and i’m so so psyched to be here. thank you for all the sweet welcomes; i’ll be answering these messages and following people shortly. ^ ~ ^ i’m gomen in advance for the disaster that is taeyong, but i’m so ready to wreak havoc and serenade you into plotting with me. so yes, please don’t be afraid to hit me up if you have any free plotting slot; message me via tumblr or aim (@m.rtis), or just like this post so that i can tumble into your inbox! thank youuuu. ღ
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