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@somekindawonder liked for a starter!

 Yunseo wasn’t one for games, but the moment he stepped into the crowd of drunken people playing a game that included spinning and moving to different places at the same time, he was in. Well, until he felt himself running into someone. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” The vampire muttered, steadying himself as he looked up at the stranger.

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continued from here: @wolfxhan

 Yunseo opened, then closed his mouth. Luhan was a bit of a chatter bug when it came down to it, but he never complained. Of course, that was because Luhan was one of those part of his favorites club. He shook his head, lifting up the knife that he had taken, admiring the blade even after it sliced his finger. “Well... I don’t have an exact answer. But then again, you know me so well Luhan. What do you think happened here? Did I save someone or did I kill them?” Yunseo’s gaze shifted to the rather lifeless body next to him, a frown on his lips. A sound slipped past his lips when he clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth. “They would have been a beautiful immortal too. A waste of time if you ask me.”

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continued from here: @bcdbehavior (dae)

 “Aw just let me admire for a few more minutes.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth and shakes his head, pointing over toward where Dae’s clothes were. “Go ahead and get dressed, you baby.”

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Joonwoo sits on his lap, arms around their shoulders and face buried in their neck. "Yunnie. I'm stuck in my head again."

Yun wraps his arms around them as he nuzzled them to get his scent deep into them to help them calm down. "shhhh its okay Woo I'm right here and i got you."

[fantasy-dayx-blog]

How good are you at dancing?

“W-well. I...I only know the.. t-traditional dances from b-back home, but...”

“The..the times when I... I got t-to dance... I think th-that those dances w-were the only things I w-was good at...”

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continued from here: @butlersrus (vernon)

  ☽’ Maeum furrowed his brows in confusion, tipping his head to the side. No, the other was wrong. There was more than just blobs of color put together. “You’ve never been to an art musuem have you? The art tells a story. Half the time, the painters tell their stories through it. It’s about depression after having a child.” He tapped his finger against the card right under the painting. “The last part I got from here.”

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continued from here: @bcdbehavior (dae)

   ☽’ If Yunseo had been asked about children, he would never say he’d want one of his own. An actually being, human, small, one given by actual birth. Kids terrified him. But the moment he saw his own, all thoughts of not having one flew out of his head. Here, in Dae’s arms, was a child with his blood and looks like him. A mixture of him and Dae, but still. “Are you afraid? I’m afraid.”  He muttered to himself, not reaching out just yet.