#mingvs

[vern98-blog]

dear mingyu?

dear mingyu. 

i know i keep getting in trouble and hurting myself and i know you won’t always be there to patch me up. and i am so fucking terribly sorry for assuming that you always got time for my shit. i’m not actually saying that i expect you to be there - i’m just saying i’m wishing you will. but the world won’t grant every wish i have so i will understand when the day comes and i’m standing outside your house and you won’t let me in. of course, i hope that day isn’t coming anytime soon. i’m sure ( since you’re studying medical shit and whatever ) that you have a slight perception of the effects of using drugs. i won’t lie, i’ve tried it. and it’s kind of a nice feeling. your body goes numb for a moment and you feel like you’re in the best place ever. it’s just silence, calming and soothing away all the problems in your life. please don’t tell my mother i did drugs- she’ll fucking kill me. but anyways. the drugs. i get the same kind of satisfying calm feeling when i spend time with you. when you’re completely quiet on my couch and i’m upside down playing video games. you truly are one of the best friends i’ve had and i’ve learned from you that helping others is important. i am sorry that i don’t do as much for you as you do for me. maybe one day i’ll make it up to you. maybe. until then, please don’t go.

[kvmjjoo-blog]

[ mingvs ]

[ sms: joo누나 ] difuhsdiufhuisdhf [ sms: joo누나 ] you’re finally deciding to hang out with me? wowowow [ sms: joo누나 ]  no plans just finished class!!! 

[ text → min ] you make me sound so awful ヽ(●ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ●)ﾉﾟ [ text → min ] it’s not that i didn’t want to hang out with you [ text → min ] it’s not like thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.  [ text → min ] i’ve been busy. but come meet me for coffee, ya butt. [ text → min ] it’ll be my treat.

[qyukii]

mingvs:

❝ – mingyu, start!

Mingyu, or they call him, master of schmoozing with aegyo, is at it again. This time, towards Yuki, who– for the most part– probably wasn’t buying it this time. Perhaps it was the fact that he had… “misplaced” a good $90 into buying himself a new Gundam figurine, and with all his barista money put into savings, he would have to wait for his next check to pay her back. He wasn’t entirely sure how that was going to work out for him, or whether or not it would. “…And… that’s what I did with your $90. Spare me, huh?” He held his cheeks in his hands, a grown man, using aegyo. He looked cute, or he looked desperate. It was the eye that would tell. “I get paid next week, you could wait then, right? You don’t need it yet, right~?”  

                                                                                                               fin!❞

This probably wasn’t the first time when she gave him money to buy something that he really needs, like a survival kit and he ended up with a toy in his hands. She couldn’t do anything but just sigh and look at him. In a way, it was hers fault, she fell for his magic. “But $90 is a lot.. I swear to God, next time you can cry me a river and I ain’t giving you a cent..” Yuki frowned, like come on, her job isn’t easy too, she has to sit there in front of a camera and stuff her mouth with food, then she has to spend her “balloons” on more food and eat again and knowing that someone spent her money on toy wasn’t pleasant. “Once you get paid, I want you to bring me the money, got it? Bring it to my home in a nice envelope and stop buying toys.. Invest in something big! A car!” Starting to talk like a mom, she nodded her head sharp. 

[vern98-blog]

mingvs​

     vernon has been waiting at the bus stop for nearly fifteen minutes when his company finally arrives. their entire call had been mostly about mingyu guessing what he had forgotten about and vernon sighing heavily whilst rubbing his own temples. as usual he wasn't in a good mood. never was he in a good mood anymore and probably because of no one else but himself. though when his friend ( finally ) got his ass over to the bus stop the bus had already passed five minutes ago with the next one leaving in more than half an hour. 

     "are you going to be this late when you get a girlfriend too or--" vernon sort of snaps, voice a little deeper as he clears his throat and spits out the comment before looking up at his taller friend. taller and older yet not a single page smarter. fuck. but it seemed like he had at least tried his best to make it - effort is a plus in vernon's books - so for once the younger boy decides to cut him some slack and just lay back with the rude comments. "c'mon i know somewhere else we can go." reaching out, he pinches some of the fabric of mingyu's shirt and pulls him along - away from the bus stop and the buildings behind it. "hurry."

[mingvs-blog]

❝ – mingyu, start!

[ ` Mingyu removed the bud from his ear, stopping in his tracks to turn his head and meet the sound of the call. His forearm smeared the sweat under his mouth as he squinted towards the figure who, noticeably was calling for him. Firstly, he gestured at himself, ] Me? [ ` he squinted a little more, then with a laugh, he uttered under his breath ] Oh… fucking Jongdae– [ ` he bit down on his lower lip to suppress the need to blurt playful profanities, continuing his jog towards the other with his arms waving in the air, ] Hey, you asshole! In a million years would I do any type of cardio with you. You wouldn’t be able to keep up.

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[cheuzs-blog]

( * jongdae reckoned he was pretty fucking smooth, arms crossed over his chest and a smug, cocky smile on his lips. he gave a nod of affirmation, feet leading him closer to the man whom he found pleasure in teasing. ) yeah, you. with luck, you will be. ( * a laugh of his own followed the other man’s, though his features twisted in offence as mingyu started to jog off and shout back at him. ) hey--! ( * a big, big, very unhappy frown, and jongdae tried his best to keep up, despite being -- visibly, even -- in a worse athletic state than his friend. ) you’ll see! i have great stamina when there’s a bed around! or a couch; kitchen counter; etcetera.