#c:minho

[completemessx]

[ @outcrspaces ] no le dio like a esto para un one liner

“¿Que? ¿Esto? Oh, no es nada no te preocupes.”

[sinfulhymns]

@exordiium

Minho could tell the girl was upset even though she wasn’t outwardly expressing it, he knew he was mad at the whole situation, his mother saying that about the girl he loved with his whole heart, made him shaking he was so mad. He walked over to Sora and cupped both of her cheeks lifting her face to look up at him “I don’t care what my mother said, don’t believe a word of it, you are the furtherest thing from trash, you are perfect, and I love you, she’ll never change my mind about how strongly I feel about you, please don’t believe her.” 

[sinfulhymns]

@dimittcre

Minho sighed as the other rambled just watching them pace before patting the spot next to him “Listen, I know you’re stressed, we’ve both had super stressful days, why don’t you sit down and talk to me, instead of pacing because you’re making me feel rather sick watching you pace back and forth, please sit down and try to relax with me.” 

[coliincorrect]

Minho, logs into his own account: - hacker voice- I'm in.

[coliincorrect]

Haru: Did it hurt when you fell?

Minho: From heaven? Listen, Haru, I get that you’re suppose to be with us, but-

Haru: No, I meant when you fell walking in. I watched you trip on your foot and just kind of lay there on the floor for about ten minutes.

Minho:

Minjun: We all saw it.

[teddynotbxarlupin]

Potions class | Teddy & Minho

@minhoxshin

Era bastante comum que vários alunos, talvez por conta de não quererem sobrecarregar o professor, ou por se sentirem mais confortáveis com alguém de idade mais próxima a deles acabassem por pedir a Teddy que os ajudassem com alguma dificuldade na matéria. Por conta da quantidade de alunos que eles costumavam ter durante as aulas, assim como a quantidade de poções complexas que deveriam estar cozinhando em um tempo razoavelmente limitado era bastante comum que muitos alunos não conseguissem lidar com a pressão, muitas vezes cometendo erros básicos por ficarem pressionando a si mesmo; ou até mesmo se comparando ao que os colegas ao lado estavam fazendo. Nesses casos algumas aulas extras em paralelo, onde muitas vezes Teddy os ensinava um truque que havia lhe sido passado para que conseguisse manter sua concentração voltada as tarefas que estaria executando, acabava por ajudar bastante. Nem sempre os erros apresentados em sala de aula vinha necessariamente por falta de conhecimento, muitas vezes a falta de controle sobre si era um fator bastante críticos em matérias como poções. 

Então não havia se surpreendido muito com o pedido que recebera do lufano em questão no final de uma aula, pedindo que ambos aproveitassem seu tempo livre durante o final de semana para que ele tirasse algumas duvidas a respeito de uma poção em particular. Diferentemente de grande parte dos alunos que o buscavam ele não parecia particularmente ansioso com isso quando lhe pedira, e a poção parecia mais ser um estudo em paralelo que ele estava querendo seguir; quase que para matar sua curiosidade a respeito. Mas direta ou indiretamente relacionado a matéria ja era motivos o bastante para que Teddy quisesse o ajudar, deixando assim todos os ingredientes necessários para o preparo da mesma prontos em cima da bancada antes que o mesmo chegasse. Separou uma quantidade razoável para que ambos cozinhassem, afinal ele poderia muito bem aproveitar o tempo e fazer uma ele mesmo. Quando finalmente escutou o som característico vindo da porta indicando que o mesmo havia chegado Teddy sorriu levemente fechando o livro que estivera lendo até então. — Boa tarde, senhor Shin. — cumprimentou-o indicando que o mesmo se aproximasse da bancada pré pronta. — Ja deixei separado os ingredientes, para caso tenha ficado com alguma duvida sobre algum deles em particular. — explicou brevemente, mas não querendo apressar muito as coisas; não querendo causar um sufocamento no mais novo logo de começo. — Desculpe a falta de educação, mas tudo bem com você ? Bastante ocupado com lições ?

[sinfulhymns]

@creamistries

Minho frowned softly and looked at the other with a look of concern “I have a serious question and I don’t want you to laugh or anything like that” He fiddled with the zipper on his leather jacket feeling a bit anxious not wanting the other to be scared away “I don’t intimidate you or anything do I?” Because Minho knew sometimes people saw the people he associated with and worked with and it affected their relationship, they didn’t see past the leather jackets and motorcycles, and sure Minho looked the part, but inside he was soft and never wanted to hurt anyone “I just....all I would ever want to do is protect you, I don’t want you thinking I’d ever in a million years hurt you or anything like that.” 

[adsoojin]

vice & virtue

@adminho

she’d say she misses it if the sensation isn’t so vividly ingrained in her memories, euphoria spooled into cases, ecstasy exchanged in discreet transactions and between shrouded hands. she thrives off the recollection of its acrid aftertaste left staining her tongue, of powder which seems to dissolve like freshly sifted snow on the bed of her mouth, the scent of it a bare whisper before she’s on her way to paradise. rather than sustaining, she craves it -- but then again, a month’s worth of sobriety doesn’t do much to quell a longtime addiction of on and offs, weeks spent upon the reliance of dope and whatever else comes in little baggies. habits die hard, after all; especially the bad ones. 

the darkness arrives in pieces and tonight she pockets a handful, walking down the heartstrings of seoul with wide and tired eyes, accompanied by a few acquaintances drunk off the smell of city streets and nine shots of alcohol. “soojin-ssi. let’s just party a bit more, yeah? we have tomorrow off and,” he drapes an arm around their other companion, smile smudged across his face, “professor will never know.” a dirty little secret -- how fitting. 

“do what you please, i’m taking you home anyway,” she tells them as a yawn escapes her, too high off sleep deprivation to really care how their night ends up. rewarded with a sloppy grin, she trails after them as they lead down an obscure street, the tremor of noise reverberating throughout the alley. a stream of party goers leak steadily inside, the bouncer large and beastly, yet it’s the disturbance which seems to travel out the backdoor that catches her eye. “i have a headache,” she says slowly, dragging away from her ring of colleagues, “i’ll meet you outside when you’re done.” cautious, silent steps take her around the back, and at once she identifies the figure so helplessly abandoned in the shadows, seeming a little more delirious than safe. 

go minho. she takes pleasure in the irony of the situation. “hey.” nudging him with her shoe, she cannot help but gratify in his current state of mind. “mr. go. go minho.” taking the coldness of her phone, she presses it against his cheek, anticipating some affirmation of fractional sanity. “are you high right now?” she could do anything to him, if she wishes. she could steal from him, injure him, take whatever supply he’s carrying for herself. it’s unethical, truly, but they are possibilities.