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@jxnxin

He felt relief wash over him when he heard Jongin wasn’t going to leave as in the kind of leave that he would never see him ever again. “I would really love that! I’m curious about your new house.” He figured it must be a much better neighborhood than this one. Also much bigger as it was a house and not an apartment. “You will have to give me a tour of your new place once I come visit!” He said with a nod. 

“I think this calls for a celebration! Let’s drink on your new house.” He reached for the other male’s hand and pulls him inside his apartment. “Make yourself at home. I will go grab the wine.” He said with a smile as he hurried to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses; coming back with them. He set the glasses down carefully so he could pout the wine into them and then handed him one. “To your new house!” He said while holding up his glass and then clinked it with his glass.

[instantlyiconic]

★★★★ = a badass at everything you post

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omfg you’re so sweet thank you <3

[instantlyiconic]

Rehabilitation

Two years. Two fucking YEARS in a place where he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t hear anything...it was just himself and three trays a day. Once he’d left the jail, everything had almost been too loud for him. However, Jihoon was nothing if not stubborn as hell, and he wasn’t about to let two years of solitary confinement fucking break him. If anything, he was more damned and determined now to continue his empire. He knew that in his absence, Taemin was in charge, and while the kid’s heart was softer than his own, he didn’t doubt for a moment that his right hand had been working well in his absence. However, no one knew he was out just yet, and he was ready to feel at home once again.

Walking through the streets had been damned terrible, with honking horns and talking people, too-loud music from busy restaurants...it was hell for his ears that had become accustomed to silence. He hadn’t realized he was even running until he slammed his door and he was met with the silence of his apartment. He sighed softly, finally being a bit more at peace now that he was by himself once again. He hated the fact that he had this problem now, seeing as he did a lot of his work in loud spaces, but he supposed he’d shake it off with time. He just needed to get in touch with Taemin now... Where was his computer...

[michikikomori]

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💍 - Ask my muse to marry yours with a toy ring Of course, the both of them ended up getting stuck at one of the many business parties that their parents forced them to go. During those times when they ended hanging out together, they though of many ways they can just escape. So far, the ones that they used, such as being sick, and hurting themselves, worked just fine but now their parents were getting too suspicious of them conveniently getting hurt. Now, this one, they needed to think of something good. Something that would catch them off guard. As Michiko tried to think of something, at the corner of her eye, she saw Jongin pull out a toy ring from his pocket, catching on pretty quickly. Michiko turned around and pointed at him . “Don’t you dare—- I will tackle you to the ground if you get on one knee.” She said seriously, When she saw him kneel on one knee, Michiko panicked and pushed him over before anyone could see them. “Oh gosh. Jongin is so clumsy—We should get Baymax to check up on you!” She said loudly, letting out a sheepishly laugh before shooting the other a glare. 

[aixminji]

​❝ nothing tastes better than chocolate. ❞

She looking confused to him. “But then dark chocolate… I don’t like milk chocolate…” She starts to chuckles.

[d01ce]

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meme. | ☆.｡.:* Accepting*:.｡.☆  

// Omg I didn’t think I was going to get any of these >.< Thank you so much~

[emporxium]

starter for @jxnxin​ ft taeyong & jongin (oil paint boys) - starter call plot: taeyong was his old professor in college/uni and is now visiting 

“That’s quite lovely-” Taeyong hums as he stands behind the young man, propped in front of his canvas, thick acrylics smeared in strokes across the white in a steadily forming pattern. Gently he rubs his chin as he admires and studies the strokes of his former pupil, one that he had kept his eye upon post graduation. “Your form has improved greatly since you were in my class, I see a level of maturity in your work now..”

[closetidiots-blog]

Dear ex bestfriend

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear ex bestfriend,

I am writing to you because except being my love you were also my bestfriend. The very first one out of my group. I don’t have much to tell you now, since I don’t want to start crying. 

But I hope you don’t regret your decisions. 

And I wish you a happy and successful life. Cause I know you deserve one.

Jong.