kainigma what
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kainigma what
kainigma replied to your post:Are you dating Kai?
But pringles are better when they’re together-
What?
KAINIGMA SAID: I MISS YOU TOO, BABE.
Lies
kainigma no
kainigma lesbehonest, not as much as me
♋ What drew you to this muse?
♋ What drew you to this muse?
Angst Please. Taemin obviously.
10. (Trigger Warning) Your muse walks in on mine while they are sobbing, holding a gun to their chest. (Trigger Warning)Taemin crumbled down to the floor, an endless amount of tears streamed down his scarred face. He hadn't cried in so long. All the pent up stress and sadness he's held in until now, he is finally releasing it. He can't stop. The tears won't stop. The blood won't stop. He's had enough. Taemin finally knows what he's worth. He isn't worth a single thing. He's useless. Now here he was, a terrible mess and held a gun pointed to his chest with his finger on the trigger. His actions were stopped by a familiar voice. Too familiar. Kim Jongin. He smiled, the tears mixing in with the blood on his cheeks. "You noticed me Jongin. You finally noticed me. What took you so damn long?" He spoke hoarsely, his hands shaking terribly. "I was waiting for you. You're all I have left. Minhyuk is gone. He never loved me. He loved someone else. But y-you.." He started coughing violently, blood running down the corners of his mouth. After he caught his breath, he leaned against the wall behind him. "But.. You left too.." He chuckled lightly as he closed his eyes. "You're a stranger now. You hate me. I'm not.. N-Not your best friend anymore, am I? You don't love me anymore." He still firmly held the gun in his hand, his finger never leaving the trigger. "I'm nothing to you. I'm nothing to anyone." The large smile never left his pale face. "Just a waste."
Blab: Three secrets I'm keeping.
I’m afraid of losing him again.
I know more than I should to prevent myself from getting hurt. But I guess that makes me a coward.
Sexually frustrated 24/7.