#j.re

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pherobin replied to your post:"We need to get away."

Erm, erm, erm… [; he followed his instinct, taking the other’s bloody cut hands in his and pulling him away from the glass. ] We need to get you cleaned up first, I think.

❝- [:swallowing thickly he nodded and followed after the male, his lower lip trembling uncontrollably from the pain in his hands.] Okay. Sorry.

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hyeongni replied to your post:Hug away.

{/he gives a low chuckle as the other sits himself down, looking to him with a raise of his brow} Are my feet comfy?

❝- [:humming softly to himself he looked up and nodded.] Yeah. How long can I stay here, sir? 

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dvhunn replied to your post: dvhunn replied to your post: dvhunn re...

..But I don’t do that, oh God! You’re misunderstanding, baby.

❝- I'm not your baby! Gross, gross, gross. 

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dvhunn replied to your post: dvhunn replied to your post: ❝- I need...

Only if you let me fuck you first, then we’ll go have some ice cream and I’ll buy you stuff, babe.

❝- Go fuck those runner ups instead, I don't want your dirty dick. Hmph.

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taertiste replied to your post: taertiste replied to your post: ❝- I n...

"Yes, let’s make posters and promote ourselves. Damn, I bet we’ll be successful. Taejun, the sugar daddy duo."

❝- Taejun. Everything is wonderful about this. We'll get a sugar daddy for each day of the week.

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dvhunn replied to your post: ❝- I need seven sugar daddies. 

I need ten.

❝- No you don't. You should be buying me stuffs right now but you're wasting money on these runner ups, I'm not amused with this.

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taertiste replied to your post: ❝- I need seven sugar daddies. 

"Sounds like we’re in the same boat."

 Sugar daddy duo. We should make posters.

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Tonight, like any other- he was standing behind the counter of his bar area. Simply watching the many faces fill into the building. Even though he hated clubs and didn’t take a liking to alcohol, he’d worked as a bartender for the past four years. A small sigh passed his lips and he rested against the counter, playing with a cup while he waited for someone to order. It was like that for a minute or so before his hand was touched and he looked up, stammering quietly, “What was your order?”