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kjonq replied to your post:shvnwoo replied to your post:[ All the numbers. Go...

i read it ouo

God bless you baby

[viryeole]

Hey. Hey. I love you.

... dumbass.

[ulsaen-blog]

"Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you."

"I don' think your brain has the knowledge to help me." Levi snapped back quietly, continuing to focus on the essay he was writing. 

[viryeole]

joazun replied to your post:

[insert sarcastic laugh here]

... I think Eunae needs to teach you this thing called "manners". 

kjonq replied to your post:

I think they were already that size.

Because you've been sitting on them, you shit. 

lattehan replied to your post:

so they shrunk even more, making them even smaller.

Do I even wanna know when you've seen my balls?

[younqiiae-blog]

kjonq replied to your post “I miss you, poop.”

We gotta do somethin' ya know? Grab a drink of some kind or watch a movie.

We could do both. We always end up bumming around like idiots most times and never actually get anything done though.

[younqiiae-blog]

I miss you, poop.

Yes, you should. Hello to you too, buttface.

[viryeole]

"I'll carve your eyes out with a spoon."

    ↪ For this.  ————————  ( kjonq )

Chanyeol’s rudely awakened in the middle of the night with a slap to his face. He sputters, body automatically switches into the offensive as he blindly swipes at the empty space in front of him. It’s futile, of course, because his assaulter isn’t an intruder hellbent on retrieving Chanyeol’s work, but the man who’s supposed to be asleep next to him.It takes him a moment to orient himself (Jongin’s bedroom, 3:34am, it’s raining outside, the kind that leaves everything in a calm, fuzzy state), and when he finally does, he realises that Jongin’s muttering in his sleep. Operating under that layer of apathy one gets when they’re forced into consciousness, Chanyeol’s tempted to slap Jongin awake. An eye for an eye, and they both can be sleepless tonight. But his feelings of self-righteous anger (“What the fuck is wrong with you. We’re never ever sleeping in the same bed again.”) drains completely when Jongin stops thrashing and curls into himself, his inane murmurings tapering off into small whimpers. As with all things to do with Jongin, Chanyeol has no fucking clue what to do. So he does what he knows best—he sidles up right next to Jongin, curling on arm around his shoulders to cage him in against his chest. That earns him a weak smack—the bruise that Chanyeol’s sure is blooming on his face throbs—and an even weaker threat. "I’ll kill you. I know how poison works and I—," Jongin mumbles frantically, his words are interspersed with soft sobs. Chanyeol has no idea what he’s dreaming about, if he’s even dreaming at all. Then again, Chanyeol’s never sure about anything, even the simplest of affairs, when it comes to Jongin. "I’ll carve your eyes out with a spoon. It’s easy. I just need to take some rubbing alcohol and my lighter and you’d be… you’d be…""Apollo," Chanyeol interrupts before he can finish that line of thought. Jongin’s eyes flash open and for a brief moment, there’s actual fear in his eyes, like Chanyeol’s a creature of his nightmares come to life. "Jongin. Hey, you okay—?" It’s an age old question, one Chanyeol’s never expecting to receive a positive answer to. He doesn’t even know why he keeps asking. To keep him sane, he supposes, to let him know that there’s something wrong that he can still vaguely attempt to fix, even if all of Jongin’s troubles are so far away from him. Because he's curious and wants to know. Because not talking about it would be far worse. In response, Jongin merely twists his fingers in the hem of Chanyeol’s shirt, tugging and worrying and Chanyeol can just feel the thoughts whirring in his mind, the words lodged in his throat. Still, he doesn’t let anything slip, just presses his cheek to Chanyeol's chest and mumbles, “I fuckin’ hate the dark.”

[younqiiae-blog]

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