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[l0gitex]

among us divorce

[exmposiris]

[ homely ]

@mpsaint

[mptim]

⠀  ⠀ ❝ this kid turned 21? :raised_eyebrow: :cake: #happysaintday ❞

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ⠀⠀⠀⠀─ 170421 at 2PM KST.  

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ( poisonivy via instagram )

[mptim]

⠀  ⠀ ❝ tonight he was less annoying, so he can have the spotlight. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ⠀⠀⠀  ─ tagged @mpsaint (iceicesaint).

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ⠀⠀⠀⠀─ 080321 at 1AM KST.  

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ( poisonivy via instagram )

[mptim]

tim: *breathes*

saint: shut the fuck up, I hate you.

phobetor: *purring* pretty.

[mpxsungyeol]

Surgery’s Cold

@mpsaint

In response to Black Out and Fake Light || ;-; 

Sungyeol had been on call in departments when his brother had come in after competition, injured beyond compare. He had been told initially that he couldn’t help since he was too close, but Saint was family. He wouldn’t let his own brother down. It would be horrible. Having fought his case, Sungyeol was allowed to take the lead on his brother’s surgery. The other had been drugged so that they could take a look and Sungyeol’s heart broke at how bad it seemed. It took hours before the damage was repaired, but even then, there was only so much that surgery could do for the younger. The rest would be years of recovery, physical therapy and professional competition? was completely out of the question. He had delivered the news with sad sigh and almost pity. He felt deep sadness at the the younger. He was only 21, professional skating had been everything and to get back to the prior level, would take years.  

He had insisted on being the one to look after his brother’s care after the surgery and when the other was awake. Normally it would be the nurses, but Sungyeol figured a familiar face would be better. He’d changed the IV drips carefully, before reaching into his pocket for a set of markers and began drawing on the younger’s cast, carefully keeping the leg still suspended. Noticing that his brother seemed to move, Sungyeol looked over, pausing the intricate drawing he’d started on. “How are you feeling, dear?” he asked. 

[exmposiris]

[ fated ]

[mptim]

To: mon ennemi

Note:

Joyeux anniversaire. สุขสันต์วันเกิด. -ton pécheur

Art print of Jamian Juliano-Villani's Corridor of Affection (2017)

; thank you, kjære ♥ [ @mpsaint ]