#kwminho

[kwjaye-blog]

cheat day ft. @kwminho​

when he said he was ‘gonna eat good’ for his cheat day jaye wasn’t lying. he wakes up with an extra pep in his step at the start of the day and ends his morning jog a few minutes earlier than usual. he actually makes it to class before it’s scheduled time all smiles and throughout his classes he’s wondering what will make him hate himself tomorrow when he’s back to his regular healthy eating: donuts or pizza? maybe chicken nuggets?

when it’s been about a month of not eating anything similar the list of what sounds delicious goes on forever.

and then, in the process of thinking over, he realizes that he’s not alone today. since meeting him, jaye and minho had practically linked up schedules and started this monthly dive into junk food eating together. at this point it feels a bit odd to not be planning something with him and so during his last class he sends the other male a text.

( text ⇢ minho ) bro! :) ( text ⇢ minho ) wat r we eating today?

[kwjaye-blog]

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reaction meme: accepting!

▓ = caught stealing their belongings

“bro.”

his tone is neither loud or threatening, but disappointment drips from his tongue and the moment minho turns around he’s confronted with jaye laying his arms across his chest with an arched brow. he’s making this whole situation much more dramatic then he has to be, but it’s not like protein powder was inexpensive and he was growing that shit on his balcony.

“if you needed some you could have just asked i’m not gonna be an ass.”

[kwjaeyoung]

silver lining, 0816 ;  @kwminho

let it not be said that jung jaeyoung can’t make the best out of a shitty situation. 

as luck would have it, the fall had inconveniently taken out the more useful half of his body, both appendages on his dominant right side wrapped up like the pilsbury dough boy. meal times are a wild ride from start to finish, even with chopsticks swapped out for spoon and fork. not to even begin on showering—and truly, bless the inventor of dry shampoo—though the privilege of having a note taker for all his classes is kind of sweet.

you every tried being sneaky in crutches? fucking impossible, his approach announced by the clattering shuffle of wood and plaster as he hobbles—actually hobbles—over to his partner in misery.

“alright buddy, you and me. crutches race, to the end of that hallway,” he jerks a thumb at said end of hallway, grinning, “loser pays our next tab.”