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“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”

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[svngcheol-blog]

“you are very endearing when you’re half asleep.”

「  miscellaneous sentence starters. // accepting. 」         ` entertaining @ivnsng​

          « ※ »    THE DAY HAD BEEN LONG. All Sangcheol wanted to do at that time was to shut both heavy-lidded eyes and fall into a deep slumber; sleeping for twelve hours if possible. Unfortunately, he couldn’t. There was a project that needed to be completed by the end of the week and he had spent countless hours creating and deleting the design because it just didn’t feel right. Frustration and exhaustion had settled in his bones, however, he knew that if he stopped now, he might not be able to finish it on time with the results he wanted. Normally he would stick to the usual routine of his when it came down to the wire - caffeine, foods that contained lots of energy and music. This time it was different. ❝ Yah! Comments like that are going to make me distracted and embarrassed. ❞ Words are nearly mumbled in his sleep-deprived state. He had asked for her company and instead of just bringing herself, she insisted that she brought ramen over due to the cold weather and plus, he needed to eat something other than just caffeine and nuts. Truth be told, he was already distracted by the food coma that had gradually sunk it’s teeth in. At this point his head was nestled atop of folded arms. The point of no return. If he shut his eyes now, he might not wake up. But there was another reason for her being here, to wake him up in the small amount of time he requested. ❝ You won’t forget to wake me up right? Please… please don’t forg－ ❞ Just like that, he slips into sleep, leaving the sentence unfinished, all thoughts, worries, dissipated into thin air.

[svngcheol-blog]

“I fucked up, alright? I’m sorry.”

「 miscellaneous sentence starters. // accepting. 」          ` entertaining @kjihoon​

          « ※ »    AN HOUR HAD ALREADY GONE BY, why Sangcheol stuck around for that long, was beyond him. Perhaps it was due to giving the younger male the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps, it was his faith in him, knowing well that he wouldn’t dare stand him up without reason. They had made plans to spend time that evening, since it was one of the few occasions their schedules happened to be in sync. Jihoon was a busy pre-med student and Sangcheol was either stuck in the dance studio or stuck in his studio office on his computer. So he understood that. However－ ❝ Aish! Why would you try to hide this from me, huh? ❞ A swirl of various emotions consume him. Even though his voice was stern and clearly irritated, his facial expression showed immense concern for the younger male. Dark optics stare directly into Jihoon’s before a knee is taken to examine the seemingly swollen ankle. Sangcheol was no medical student, but he knew when an ankle was twisted. He had seen and had experienced a few over the course of his dancing career. Peering up from beneath his thick lashes, a set of chocolate irises once again find themselves studying the other male’s features. ❝ You should have just gone home instead of coming here. I would have been fine with just you sending me a message or something. ❞ A long, heavy exhalation seeps between parted lips. He knew that all was already done with. They were both here and what should be the main concern was the ankle, not the fact that Jihoon ended up here with him instead of at home. ❝ Does it hurt a lot? ❞ Slender fingers clutch onto the zipper of his backpack, opening it up to expose the contents within. He always carried medical tape and compression wraps in case situations like this occurred; specifically for him. A slight pause follows suit before Sangcheol averts his eyes, his attention back on the ankle and uttering under his breath. ❝ You don’t have to apologize... ❞

[lovebugism]

miscellaneous sentence starters

another collection of sentence starters because i haven’t made one in a while. feel free to request some :-)

you’re adorable, you know that?”

“star-gazing was such a great idea.”

“you have know idea how much you mean to me.”

“i shouldn’t have left you.”

“let’s build a fort!”

“don’t leave me! you’re too warm.”

“i don’t like lightning.”

“i’m here for you.”

“the carnival’s in town!”

”you smell nice..”

“don’t you dare leave me, not now.”

“talk to me.”

“i thought you loved me. i guess i was wrong.”

“i thought i loved you and i guess i was wrong.”

“so, slow and loving, or hard and punishing?”

“you’re dead to me.”

“i just want you to know that i’ll never stop loving you.”

“i fucked up, alright? i’m sorry.”

“we should try adding a third person.”

“you’re hair is really soft after you wash it..”

“you’ve been hiding something from me, haven’t you?”

“would it be alright if i borrowed your sweater? it smells like you..”

“you’re my new pillow.”

“how about a kiss?”

“don’t get up, i’ll do it.”

“stop lying to me and tell me the truth!”

“how could you keep this from me?”

“your bedhead it really cute.”

“you belong to me.”

“i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear..”

“you look beautiful in the moonlight.”

“you are very endearing when you’re half asleep.”

“it’s beautiful.”

“you’re perfect to me.”

“do i really me nothing to you?”

“just leave me alone.”

“i never meant to hurt you.”

“may i have this dance?”

“i’m so lucky to have met you.”

“will you marry me?”

“you don’t have to me so gentle.”

“you’re a little shit, but at least you’re my little shit.”

“we should move in together.”

“c’mon, i’ll make you some hot chocolate.”

“let’s have a picnic.”

“i don’t want this to end..”

“you said you loved me!”

“i never loved you..”

“you’re my everything.”

[svngcheol-blog]

❝ my superpowers are puns. ❞

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