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[junonujart808]

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[timotey]

Omi & Gun-chan for Numéro

(Cr. 3JSBMATES)

[elenilote]

If you're out there wondering what these exile photo books are all about and should you spend your money on them, the answer is yes.

I spent $8 plus shipping to see Gunchan in his full naked glory on a centrefold and I don't regret it.

[bunnakit]

Don't Make This a Big Deal (For Me) Excerpt

Because I can't keep this GunChan train to myself and I've become so attached to early 20s Gun and Chan, I love them your honor

“Khun Korn allowed me the rest of the evening off after a successful mission last night,” He explains, watching Gun’s jaw tick before his tongue rolls around in front of his teeth. If he’d had any doubts on what had soured Gun’s mood they were all now laid to rest. 

“How generous of him.” Gun practically spits the words with all the venom in his body and Chan closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to do this again, doesn’t want their little time alone soured by a war of attrition between brothers and blood rights. He knows things aren’t easy for Gun, he’s had to fight tooth and nail for every scrap of success he could eke out from under his brother, and Chan’s guilt grows each time his loyalty teeters perfectly in the center. 

He remembers their conversation a year and a month ago, sat under the dim lights of a noodle shop at three in the morning. 

Chan’s knuckles were bruised, a cut bisected his lips, and there was a distinct imprint of a boot outlined against his dark shirt. He pressed the frosty glass of beer to his cheek which was already swollen and mottled a rainbow of different colors. He glanced up as Gun returned from the pay phone outside, hating the concern he saw in his eyes. 

“Don’t start.” He mumbled, lowering his glass to take a long drink before licking away the foam on his upper lip. Gun made a soft ‘tch’ sound as he sat back down, drinking his own beer and digging into the steaming bowl of noodles that had arrived in his absence. 

“You can’t keep doing this shit, Chan. I think it’s time to consider my offer.” Gun gave him a pointed look before diving into his food. 

Chan lifted his glass to his cheek again, watching the broth of his soup cool and separate. He watched the little globules of fat dance around on the surface before heaving a large sigh that irritated his bruised ribs. 

“Fine.” He knew he sounded defeated but there really wasn’t any other way around it. If he continued fighting his brother’s debtors like this he’d end up dead in an alleyway somewhere. Who would miss him, anyway? He had no one left that would even know he was gone – no one except for Gun. 

“Good. I’ll pick you up in a few days and we can get you settled in at the compound.” Gun had that pleased little upturn to the corner of his lip and suddenly Chan couldn’t remember why he’d been fighting this all so hard. 

But Khun Korn had ruined that as well. Chan had been cornered the very next day and made an offer to join the latest batch of recruits for the main family. He hadn’t been in a position to decline if the gun held by the head of the guards was any indication. Gun had been apoplectic, storming the halls of the tower with teeth bared and accusations loaded. Chan hadn’t been there for it, but he’d heard the rumors and seen the way the other guards looked at him. 

All his free time had then been monopolized by Khun Korn and the rigorous training planned for the new recruits. He’d excelled at firearms training but struggled with escaping his bonds underwater. His only skills were what he had learned in back alley brawls and schoolyard tousles, far removed from the ex-military and gang-born men that had been around him. 

He blinks back into the present, watching as Gun anxiously rubs at his outgrown stubble and tosses a stack of papers onto the table. Chan decides to rise from his chair, feeling Gun’s eyes on him the entire way to the drink cart where he pours them each a few fingers of whiskey – the good stuff. 

“He was pretty upset you managed to solidify that drug deal with the Italians.” It wasn’t leaking information if it was obvious, merely an olive branch. It is worth it when he hands Gun a drink and watches his lips curl into a smile. 

“Come here.” He stops when Gun gently tugs at his wrist and guides him to sit beside him on the sofa. Little moments like this have a way of bringing a flutter to his chest and relaxing all his bones. He misses his best friend in the tower, misses these scarce days when they can shed their roles and settle back into what they were before they became entangled in the dichotomy of the major and minor families.

tagging @porschesbabydaddy and @haahka for the lil preview ehehe

[notsogreatmii]

Iwata Takanori 1st Single - Korekara

[lalaaleanaa]

LDH PERFECT YEAR 2020

COUNTDOWN LIVE 2019▶︎2020

"RISING"

三代目jsoulbrothers

JSB DREAM

https://youtu.be/aqkt4GoQC2g

JSB Dream is THE BEST live song, Sandaime never disappoints when they perform this song, also if your not dancing when you hear this song your truly missing out 😍❤️👏

[tkn0330]

Happy Birthday Gunchan (03/06/2020)

Happy Birthday Gun-Chan.

Your smile makes me happy.

Please stay healthy...may you be happy ;)

岩ちゃんお誕生日おめでとうございます。

あなたの笑顔を見ると幸せになります。

いつまでも健康で、そして幸せでいてください。

[bakashinn]

SCARLET