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@agmaknae | @statiicvhs
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@agmaknae asked: “…When was the last time you saw my parents? How are they?” (: -> unprompted
he still doesn't know why taejoon won't go and see his parents ; they both know that the joy of seeing their son alive and well after thinking he was dead for so long would have been the greatest gift of all and yet, he doesn't. he refuses. dae-ho had tried to talk him into it time and time again, but with no luck.
taejoon was stubborn, after all. when he'd set his mind on something ( or rather, on not doing something ) it was almost impossible to change his mind. it was a quality that dae-ho admired but also hated sometimes.
he turns his head to look at the other, a somber expression on his face before he looks away again. " i saw them the other week. i think . . . mm, i think they appreciate the company but i think that seeing me sometimes brings up . . . bad memories too. " the memories in question, of course, being taejoon himself.
" some days are better than others. sometimes your mom is all smiles, she tells me to stay for dinner and sends me back with enough kimchi to last me a month. " that alone, brought a smile to his face, though it doesn't stay there long. " other times . . . i don't stay long. your dad is nice about it, but sometimes he'll ask me to leave and i can hear-- " no, he didn't need to know that. he didn't need to know how many times dae-ho had heard his mother wailing, clutching a photo of taejoon close to her chest, mourning the son she thinks she's lost.
he shifts in his seat, faces the other head on. " why don't you go see them ? please - you can't do this to yourself forever, you can't do this to them. they deserve to know that their son is alive and you . . . i can see how much you miss them. just come with me next time, okay ? please. "
“Your government issued Sanrio Character is Hello Kitty ‘cause you’re basic.”
Plush and silver fly through the air, caught just before making contact with the back of her head. Thank goodness for that sixth sense of hers.
"You little brat," she spats holding the offending keychain between two fingers in an outstretched hand. It wasn't that she hated the choice (it was solid) but she already had a favorite. "It's Adora Bear or nothing. Any Huntr/x stan could tell you that."
baby ♡
unprompted ask // always accepting !! stares at him. ( @agmaknae )
it took him a second to tilt his head, another to have one brow arching upward, and another to have a slow smirk creeping onto his tiers. when he did speak, his vocals were rough velvet: they were thick, low, rough, and edged with amused cruelty. ❝ like what you see? ❞ naught but a dare wrapped in a drawl, lazily tossed into the silence for he already knew the answer. he did know... he always did. ❝ careful, there. ❞ he enjoyed it ⸻ the tease, the way the other's stare was too direct to be innocent, but too cautious to be confessed. after all, their groups were rivals [ ... ] it would be a catastrophe admitting to anything remotely positive. ❝ staring like that makes me think you want somethin'. and i'm sure the others... especially abby dude, would not be pleased. ❞
i'm in the middle of posting things & i glance at my dash & just . . . all my baby saja bros have the most GORGEOUS posts . . . like . . . why are you all so beautiful ? carry on with your wonderful selves.
drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine☀️
Thank you ! This is so super sweet to get back ; A ; Had I pet pictures on this computer, It'd be OVER. A cat for a cat ...