#cllla

[yeozus]

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ATTRACTION MEME.+ STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.

ROMANTIC ATTRACTION: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeSEXUAL ATTRACTION: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeAESTHETIC ATTRACTION: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme SENSUAL ATTRACTION: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[yeozus]

[TEXTTO: HUNBUN🍩];"----send me gps details of that new sushi bars location, please!🤓"

ㄴ* ＳＭＳ: CHAERISHED. ㄱ

why so you can spill it all over yourself and waste it again?? 😒😒

i’ll do it. but only if you go with me one of these days ✨

[yeozus]

I want the K

SEND ME ‘I WANT THE K’ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER.+ STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.#10: NECK KISS.

     despite being incredibly wealthy, hunter does not have maids or others to tend to his home, so chaerin is left ringing the doorbell upon her arrival until hunter realizes that the sound is not part of his dream, that it’s 6pm and he should probably be awake. with a whine, the redhead shuffles to the door and clears his throat, leaning on the frame once it’s opened and he sees who’s come.      ❝ look who decided to show up. ❞ he teases, rubbing the sleep out of his eye to the best of his ability before moving aside to allow her entry to his villa. ❝ i’d say sorry t’ keep you waitin’ at the door but i’m not a liar, i had an amazin’ nap waitin’ for you to get here. either way, you’re here now an’ we got stuff to look at. ❞     he leads her to the sitting room, decked with two fairly large couches and signs that he’d spent most of his time here today, as told by the unfolded blanket by the armrest an the half eaten box of sushi placed on the table, chopsticks at rest on the corner of the box as the sticky rice residue served as proof that they’d been used.      they talk briefly about the photoshoot they were to do the following day, about the MAMAs they both attended and another topic is barely introduced before the woman’s eyes fall onto the sushi and hunter groans.       ❝ yah, get your own. ❞ he huffs, though clearly he doesn’t mean it since he’s taking the box into his hands and offering her a fresh pair of chopsticks. ❝ i’m feelin’ generous today, so i’ll share with you. don’t get used to it, hmm. sushi is my favourite food. ❞      keen eyes notice that upon her second piece of sushi, some breaks off and sticks to the base of her neck. he sees her lift a hand to brush it off but stops her, shaking his head. ❝ oh no, no sushi will be wasted in this house. ❞ and before she can protest, he leans forward and mouths the small bit off her neck. he doesn’t find it awkward, he did it for the sushi after all but seeing her facial expression, he just raises a brow.      ❝ what? ❞

[chxisevng-blog]

😼 Lemme pet ya'..

Send 😼 to turn my muse into a cat/kitten for a thread

Purring he padded over and nuzzled against her leg.

[He already was turned so im go with it.]

[yeozus]

@cllla.

——“I’m here, oppa..” She spoke softly, her eyes watching over his form. His helpless mutter could’ve been heard from a mile.At least for her. She had no idea of what he was dreaming about. All she knew, was that it had to be something bad, something haunting him, since he clutched her wrist with no mercy. It was too strong, even for a sleep talking person. She lightly tugged the blanket more securely around the male, trying hard not to wake him up. She made sure that he calmed down, at least for now.Her wrist was still in his grasp, having no idea of letting go any time soon.She didn’t want to wake the poor man up. He’d be annoyed, she thought.So instead, she turned her attention back to the movie that was almost finishing already.

     poor boy, he’d suffered from nightmares, and the occasional nightterror since he was a child, since he’d already seen more death and violence at the age of seven than what any child could bear, especially at such a tender stage of life. the gentle slope of his brow is damp with perspiration, like flowing fear and agony --- for behind his eyelids are visions of lost souls and broken bodies, of loud cries and the deafening silence afterward.      how inconvenient of hunter to fall asleep while watching a film with her, but he’d been sleepless for two days already, running on the caffeine extracted from coffee and nicotine from cigarettes --- perhaps even the ethanol in vodka that sufficed when coffee was out of reach. his eyelids weighed far too much, and sleep took him, but not like a comforting friend, like a heartless enemy.      he’s trembling, seeing the images of his mother and father, lifeless and torn apart --- the shadow of his brother who he’d not seen prior to his death and even the weakening form of his sister who still lives. and all he could do is stand and watch and cry, like a child, a helpless child. so he holds onto chaerin like he’d have held his mother’s hand. but with the gentle sound of the woman’s voice, something quells in him and he does not release her, but softens his grip, hand trembling. his body begins to stir as though it wants to wake, but the general stillness still identifies him as sleeping. whispering, his eyes wet and body tense, his voice can just be heard above the hum of the playing movie.      ❝ i’m sorry. ❞