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the look on robin’s face had been tearing him apart. he could see the other was torn between wanting to help him and wanting to cry; drew definitely didn’t want robin to do the latter. “ i j-just…you know.” he kicked at the ground quietly. “ i needed money.” was all he said, eyes falling to the bruises covering his knuckles. “ if you think this looks bad though, you should have seen the other guy, robin– swear i gave the guy a good ‘knucklesandwich’.” his childish terminology was his way of hoping to cheer up robin. this was the exact reason why he hadn’t wanted to tell his roommate what his job was or what he did on his free time. he didn’t want anyone to feel bad or pity him and especially not robin. he never wanted to see the other boy with a frown on his face because of him. “ you’re not going to cry, right?” drew’s fingers grasped robin’s cheek and he brushed his thumb against the other’s skin. “ i don’t want you to ever cry over me. then i’ll feel like a dick for it whenever i see you.”

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“There are other ways to get money.” Robin muttered, his chest feeling heavy. Every single bruise and cut, someone had given him. Even worse, the blood on his fist coming from someone else- his thoughts were only confirmed when Drew spoke up. Boasting about seeing the other guy. “I dont want you hurting anyone either.” Finally, Robin broke down. He didn't mean to cry, he was so good at bottling up all the pain he had felt whenever it came to Drew. Robin could heal, there was no need for him to feel pain in any way. Him crying over this was ridiculous, and he wiped his tears away as soon as they fell. “I’m fine.” he answered, his voice failing him in sounding like what he claimed. He sniffed, taking Drew’s hand from his cheek- and ran this thumb over his knuckles. Right before their eyes, the wounds healed. Maybe it was selfish of him, but it wouldn't have been a lie to say that Robin took advantage of his healing- just for the opportunity to touch the other.

#*hugs back*#I MISS RPING WITH YOU TOO #sticks and stones #drew

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“ you’re so extra.” taemin snorted as mj had ripped his shirt off of him. the two were both headed to the kitchen now and taemin continued his morning as though it was anything but their anniversary. “chocolate pancakes? or blueberry?” he was getting the ingredients out of the cabinet. “ and how did you sleep last night?” taemin asked, pressing a loving kiss onto mj’s shoulder as he passed by him. he felt like the ‘housewife’ of the apartment at the moment and he normally would cringe at that but he had felt as though he was in a good mood. he must have slept really good last night, that was the only thing he could think of. “ for some reason, i just feel really energized today, you know?”

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Mj followed him into the kitchen, sitting himself up on the counter. “Neither. I change my mind- I want eggs and bacon instead.” Of course Minjae had to make everything difficult. He kept waiting for some sort of clue that Taemin had plans for their anniversary. Of course he was planning on surprising him right? That must have been the only reason why he hadn't said it this morning. Even then, Minjae’s patience started to wear thin. “I had a dream that I murdered everyone in this irrelevant European country. Somehow you were there too- and you were cheating on me with some Belgium girl. So I killed both you and her. I slept very well.” His hand casually grabbed a kitchen knife, running an interested finger over the blade. “You have a reason to be energized today.” Mj’s attitude quickly changed icy, his eyes narrowing up at Taemin. “Babe, tell me what today is.”

#taemin #stopitminjae #MY REPLIES #ARE TRASH #IDK WHATS WRONG WITH MY WRITING LATELY #but I apologize for this

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Riot paused to look at the other male then returned to what he was doing. Was that comment meant to gain pity points? Because it sure as hell wasn’t working. Not to mention it seemed like a complete lie. Everyone seemed to be interested in this kid so why wouldn’t he have someone to hang out with. Add ‘liar’ to the list of reasons why Riot doesn’t like him. “Fine then lets get working now. Best to get this over with quickly right?” He put his bag over his shoulder and started heading for the door. “Should we go to the library?”

The more and more Riot spoke- the more that Mikey seemed to shrivel up. He was like a roly poly, rolling back into his shell. He racked through his brain, trying to figure out what he could have possibly done in the past to deserve this harsh treatment. Was it the professor? Did he really believe all these things that was being said about him. “Library is fine.” His voice unintentionally came out quieter then he intended, trailing after Riot cautiously. Comically representing a kid in trouble following their parent.

#I also feel like this is trash bUT #*drops it*#riot

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“you’re the only person i’ve ever heard say that– and probably the only person in the world who thinks that.” he chuckled and slipped on a pair of his sandals lazily. it had probably looked like he just rolled out of bed, which he did but he was far too lazy to do some sort of elaborate outfit to impress anyone. “let me just tell my dad i’m leaving– are we taking the car or walking? want me to grab you a hot pocket from the kitchen on our way out?”

“Oh right, let me elaborate. Everybody but you had their first bone over him. Because clearly I was yours.” He grinned, tilting his head sweetly at his best friend. “The car, I stole the keys from Kane.” He nodded proudly, finally standing up from his bed. “I’ll gladly take a hot pocket from my hot pocket.” Kano teased, grabbing at Daewon’s cheek before quickly placing a kiss on the abused flesh. In actuality, he was taken Daewon to a place where there was food- but Kano was forever a bottomless pit and he wasn't about to turn down the opportunity at food. Fattie. “Do I get to say hi to your Dad? I’m sure he loves me~ right?”

#Daewon #im sorry cousin I feel like this is trashhh

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my traumatized ass: do I have a crush or am I just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me

#lmfaome

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#minjemuse #adrianmuse #alenamuse #yunamuse

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“are we really going to pretend that i was the one being kinky when you were the one all over me?” he asked aloud, shaking his head and moving to bite the side, on his neck. “you deserve all the bites you get. you know i’m grumpy in the morning, yet you still do this.” daewon pulled back and rolled out of bed lazily. “there better be coffee wherever we’re going.” he warned before going over to his closet and opening the door. honestly, he wasn’t even fazed by his whole being half naked, in his briefs basically, around his best friend. by now this was a normal thing for the two. “and to answer your question, no one does. unless they have a spongebob kink.” he grinned and slipped on one of the band t-shirts he had. probably either an all time low one, or a paramore one. hot topic was his guilty pleasure. “can i at least get a hint as to where we’re going?”

Kano honest to god squeaked at the intruding bite to his neck, squirming even more underneath him. “Stop biting my soft spots you kink monster.” he whined, feeling his face heat up. Finally Daewon rolled off of him, and the twin could finally catch his breath and calm his body down. He curled in on himself, casually watching Daewon’s bare form. Kano had said it before and he would admit it without any shame if somebody asked, his best friend was probably the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He openly whistled, before grabbing a pillow to cover himself from anymore attacks Daewon would hit him with. “So you never thought Squidward was hot? Come on I think everyone had their first bone over him.” He joked, peeking out from beneath his pillow. “And yes grumpy, there will be coffee where we’re going.” He affirmed, finally sitting up on his bed cross legged- the pillow still being held for protection.