#(:

[curiou-substance]

feels nice to be appreciated

[sunscoped]

- jung daeho, who wanted to be just like his big brother growing up

- jung daeho, who worked hard as a trainee, whose biggest dream was to perform alongside his big brother just ONCE

- jung daeho, who never got the chance to perform with his big brother because cheol-min was forced to medically retire before dae was ever able to debut

- jung daeho, who despite this, works hard to be the best idol he can be, if only so he lives up to his brother’s name.

- jung daeho, whose life is controlled and dictated by the leader of his group, who is worked relentlessly without thanks, without so much as a good work, and does so without much complaint because not only does he want to make his brother proud, but he wants to make soojin proud.

- jung daeho, whose only crime was trusting the wrong person, loving that person, and ended up losing his life as punishment.

- jung daeho, whose last conversation with his big brother was on the other end of the phone, begging for him to come and find him and apologizing for not listening, before the line goes dead.

[attroxx]

[TXT] : please tell me you're okay. ( ophie for Ghost )

𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙑𝙄𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎. it such an unusual sensation he tilts his head, feeling around his cloak before feeling his phone in his pocket. the moment he taps the screen red smears the glass. irritated he wipes the phone against the black fabric before unlocking it, eyes resting on the text. who else would it be from ? the killer debates replying before his fingers begin tapping the keys.

[ text : ophelia ] i'm fine. i'll be back later.

locking the phone he slides it back into his pocket before dark eyes rest upon the mess he's created. the stench of blood hangs thick in the air. ghost kicks the man's boot, confirming his passing. ghost raises his head to the sky, the sound of the rain hitting his mask filling the enclosed space of the alley. he needs to leave. it's late but the bars are still open. disrobing he shoves his get up into a duffel before throwing it over his shoulder, silently leaving the alleyway as if this was just a short cut to his destination. his phone vibrates again and again but ghost pays it no mind as he walks down the sidewalk past the nightlife.

txt message prompt . . . accepting. | @cursedblessed

[hugging-blavingad]

ever make yourself sad because you think about what would have happened to you if you had the other asab?

[pinkandstupid]

drooly

[sunscoped]

@seunscoped gets a dae lives starter !

months it had been now, and it was only now that his brother felt comfortable enough letting dae-ho stay the night with his boyfriend without fear that something would happen. his fears were unwarranted, at least that's what dae thinks. seungho had been the one to save him, he'd been the one who always protected him ! through every sleepless night where dae-ho called him, crying and on the brink of a panic attack, he'd been there.

when his anxiety got too much and he squeezed seungho's arm so tightly he started to lose feeling in his hands, seungho had been the one to put a hand over his and make him feel at ease. through all of it, he'd been nothing but supportive, loving, everything that dae-ho had needed him to be, and yet the thoughts continued to stir.

what if he was too much now ? what if seungho thought he was too much work now, damaged as he was ?

his boyfriend had always called him sunshine, though the real reason had never been pinned down. maybe it was because of his bubbly personality, the way the smile he always wore could brighten a room the moment he walked in. maybe he was the light in seungho's life, warm and comforting.

whatever the reason, dae-ho couldn't help but think to himself, to ask himself the question ... did seungho still love him now ? when his warmth had disappeared ? when all that followed him were clouds of rain and this deep seated sadness that just wouldn't go away ? would he hold onto hope that dae-ho's light would return, or would he give up and finally realize that the man he once loved died that night, and in his place, was whatever remained.

soo-jin, had made sure of that.

" i don't wanna go out tonight, seungie. " he mumbles, curling up further in the blankets of his boyfriend's bed, wallowing in self pity like he always seemed to do. " just ... just go without me. you'd probably have more fun anyway, it's fine. i can just ... go home. minnie won't mind. "

[n1cosoleil]

me at fifteen: i’m going to kms before i hit 25 there is nothing to live for

me at twenty five: i figured out how to get onto the roof of my house so now i can sit out there and watch the sunset

[mermaidemilystuff]

I survived a monday, and for what? tuesday? disgusting.