#.. sorry

[cubyk107]

i love parentified dean but sam calling him ‘kiddo’ is making me lose my mind sobbing

[summer-oil-inactive]

it must suck really bad to have your favorite manga get a sloppy anime adaptation or lackluster mobage good thing ill never know what thats like …….. wishing you all the best tho ✌️

[creaturefeaturefeat-thecreature]

on my knees, hunched over with my head in my hands

[s4lesman]

🎲 to generate a kiss! / from inho

/ 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 🩸

how do you put down a bad behaving dog ? is it allowed to put itself down for being bad ? yejun has a name , but no one uses it , he has a mind but no one asks him any questions . dogs with names are greedy , the frontman doesn't know his name yet , doesn't call him yejun , but he drives here in the middle of the night to shove him in the limousine and take his gun away . a few blocks down the pink hotel , the drive was silent and tense . the recruiter was bouncing his leg , biting inside his cheek as he stared out of the black windows ─ he couldn't see anything but it was better than facing that cold stare . wasn't that part of his job ? he lives to die for the frontman , he's a disposable piece of the bigger machine . they can replace him with a better cog , they can change this piece and use a better one if it doesn't work .

a whispered apology falls against the older man's lips when he grabs his chin , yejun's heart was beating so fast it hurt his ribcage . skipped a beat painfully when the frontman's lips found his lips . blood had smeared on his jaw , his lips , blood that inho can taste now . can't even die right , if that cop boy hasn't arrived , he would be sprawled over that chair with a bullet pierced through his skull and hit the wall behind him ! bleeding , dead , finally useful for the purpose that he was breathing to achieve . his death proves something , it should have proved the frontman that he was dying to please him . that losing at his own game wouldn't be any different than getting killed by mister seong . when their lips part , yejun is panting . he moves , falls on his knees in front of his master and bows his head to the man's curled knee . ‘ please give me another chance . please . i will do it right . i will do it for you ─ let me try again . sir i'm begging . ‘ his voice trembles , wide eyes pathetically tearing up as they stare at inho's unflinching gaze . it reminds him of a frozen mountain , of black seas silently drowning him . impulsively , he reaches for the gun that inho had placed on the seat and wipes his eyes with the back of his free hand before placing it under his chin . the same position , what he failed to do like an idiot .

* kiss roulette. accepting