#mxnsxga-93

[epigrvm]

﹙  @mxnsxga-93​, cont. from . . . ﹚

﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ ihaven’tevendrank thamuch tho ﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ r u lik psyyychic or somthin ???!?? ﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ ihowd u kno i was in some pizzzzeri a ? ﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ ok but likea r u gonn say yes o rno ?

[spoiledsovls]

@mxnsxga-93.

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he caught her staring at him when she said words that weren’t meant to be for him. what was it.. some kind of.. pep talk? no, pep talks were positive. this one was negative. this one was hyejung cutting off someone who was insignificant and only seemed to be dead weight that she was carrying throughout her life. so she was practicing on what she wanted to say, her thoughts were spoken out loud and now she’s back to reality. right. she shouldn’t even be focusing on that right now. she should be focused on him. they were hanging out that day for a reason, right?

“that wasn’t for you.” no apologies because they weren’t in hyejung’s dictionary. plus, it’s not like it was needed. she was just blanking out. hyejung shakes her head, waving her hands to dismiss the topic and move onto their conversation. “you’d get my sarcasm.. i hope. i wanna ask, why the hell is your hair so green? greener than mint in chocolate chip..”

[twinjxn]

for @mxnsxga-93​ taken from here

“Really? You’re  not busy?? Thank so much! ” Moving in closer, her hand reached out and grasped a  hold of his own, fingers lacing together with a bright smile on her face. There was a reason for her apprehension; she was nervous. She wanted to celebrate their anniversary together rather than just sending him a text or voicemail, or anything like that. They’d been through so much, both separately and together than she wanted it to be special. Pressing against him and resting her head on his shoulder for a moment, she begins to pull him towards her apartment. She’d already set up for the little party she had planned for the two of them to have. “I promise it won’t be too hard. You’ll have fun, too!”

[eldorvdo-blog]

@mxnsxga-93

“so, like....how much do you get paid to do that?” it’s a question that comes out fast, spilling out of her mouth before she can even stop to taste it. yerin isn’t someone who usually stops others for conversation, but tonight she’s curious. she’s been standing outside of this club for about forty-five minutes, wandering around, trying to find clients as she calls them. her clients are usually drunk single men who are desperate for a woman’s touch on their skin and wasted men in relationships who are out without their wives or girlfriends knowing it. it’s not work that yerin likes to do, but the way she sees it, nobody is really supposed to like working. people don’t work because they want to - at least, not most people - but because they have to in order to make a living. this is one of those things for her. she needs money and she’ll do anything to get some, even if that means giving sweaty men a quick tug in the alleyway behind the strip club. “the dancing thing, i mean. is it good money?”

she’s not interested in stripping. she doesn’t really know why she’s asking, but tonight she’s curious. she’s caught glimpses here and there from when the doors were swung open and closed. she knows he’s the one who was up there on stage. would dancing and taking her clothes off for an audience really be a better option than reaching into men’s underwear? frankly, yerin’s ready to give up doing men sexual favors for extra cash - and taking off her clothes for them sounds like a sexual favor, too.

but still, for some odd reason, tonight she’s just curious.

[jichvx]

[ @mxnsxga-93​ ] 

　　　　　　　　Dark chocolate hues raise from being lowered, His expression had been in fact expressionless for quite some time now, It was pretty normal for Yoongi to be this way, If he didn’t have much to say he’d easily just sit there in contentment with her company, Fingers gripped around the coffee cup and a small hummed laugh leaves his tiers, An unsure smile, Was it because his porcelain skin looked soft in this lightening? or his complexion was pretty ― ? He doesn’t question it though, He’s been told much stranger things than him looking like a statue, He takes her compliment, although he feels much rather shy about it, Really? A statue? Not possible.

　　　　　　　　❝No.. no one’s ever told me I look like a statue.❞ He forms a small smile, half confused about it still ― Maybe she meant it in a bad way? Always, Negativity beams it’s way through his system. ❝Was I creeping you out?❞ He tips his head towards one side, Finally bringing the cup of coffee to his lips to take a small sip from it the warm liquid.

  ❧ A forged relieved gaps left her lips, her voice raising an octave higher dramatically. “Oh he is alive!” She exclaimed, this time a laughing at her own reaction. It’s happened before. Her constant blabbering causing the other to become almost mute, however usually others would show some signs of interest- but Yoongi had completely given up on such pretentious acts. She took the opportunity to examine his state. 

“Seriously? I’ve never seen anyway sit so still for that long before.” The nurse teased, a crooked smile permanently plastering on her lips. “No no, it’s not creepy at all- it’s...interesting?” She hummed slighty and strecthed out the last word whilst contemplating whether the word was an appropriate enough description.  

[icemiracle]

@mxnsxga-93:

《 sms >> ✨Suriellie✨ 》Isn’t your pyjamas just you in your boxes?😍 《 sms >> ✨Suriellie✨ 》I mean if you want to walk the streets like that. 《 sms >> ✨Suriellie✨ 》but I suggest you keep your casual clothes on. 😂😂

[text: Cutegi] ... possibly. on a good day it is. [text: Cutegi] I have special pj attire for perfect days. [text: Cutegi] and for bad days too.  [text: Cutegi] so you know, you could be surprised at my choice... [text: Cutegi] ;; I just don’t want to get dressed. [text: Cutegi] <whineeeeeeeeeees.jpg>

[amheug-archive-blog]

things were going so smoothly, she was walking with yoongi one moment, having a casual conversation with him, holding his hand but she had this growing feeling in the pit of her stomach that something would go wrong that day and it sure as hell did. gunshots rang out between her gang and the rival gang who had spotted them. as jinah went to shield yoongi, she noticed that he was holding his stomach. her eyes immediately grow wide, holding onto him and sitting him down. "fuck! fuck! fuck!" she curses, pulling her gun out of the back of her shorts as her left hand holds yoongi's wound. "it's okay...it'll be okay, oppa--" her voice was shaking, but she was trying her hardest to be strong like he was always strong for her. as the men from the rival gang approached them, she pulls out her gun, momentarlily letting go of yoongi to shoot them in the head before soon both of her hands are on yoongi's stomach, trying to hold it so he wouldn't bleed out. "i love you," she says quickly, before looking over at the gang member seungri to call the ambulance, he was already on it, having almost read her mind. "don't close your eyes, okay? you can't sleep right now." she says, eyes staring into his.

// @mxnsxga-93

[joenjnvg]

‹ continuation from here  ---  @mxnsxga-93. ›

       ( ♚ )   —   it wasn’t necessarily yoongi whom had been making any mistakes, but jeongguk had just felt the need to be alone; with no reason in particular to explain this. brows knit inwards as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for the abrupt sentence, but there simply wasn’t anything he could tell the opposite male. white row of teeth slowly dug into bottom part of tiers, toying around with flesh for a good few minutes until releasing   ---   finally coming up with words to say; but none there’d make sense.   ❝   i don’t know  ---  i just don’t want to  ...  i don’t know, yoongi.   ❞   response might have made the elder more confused, because it hadn’t been helping himself to gain any process of this sudden agitated mood to effect his behavior so badly.   ❝   you didn’t do anything wrong though, i know that much.   ❞   male spoke meekly, not wanting yoongi to start blaming himself for the outcome of the situation.