#myveon

[mranxn-blog]

I miss my amigo. 

[aedificators-blog]

Almost cursing herself for giving his birthday presents late, she rushed towards his house, clutching the bag of presents carefully in her hands, making sure she doesn't trip and spill all the things she spent so many hours preparing. Breathless, she arrived in front of his place, taking a moment to inhale and exhale deeply, calming her exhaustion down a little. Who ever said it was a good idea to run while trying to keep things intact? Upon wanting to knock on his door, she noticed how he left the door slightly open. Looking around, she didn't hesitate to walk in (which was probably rude, but it didn't occur in her head at the very moment). 

She carefully placed the cake box on the dinning table, looking around the empty rooms, shrugging to herself before placing another box of gifts beside the baby blue box of oreo cake she attempted to bake for him, and not to forget a bouquet of daisies. Since he probably wouldn't be home for the next...few hours (-- ?!), she scribbled a note and placed it atop the cake box, making sure her handwriting was legible. 

Dearest Prince; 

Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthdaaaay~! And yes, I know I'm a tad late, but hey, here are your presents. They might not be the best things in the world but I really do hope you like them. Oh, I baked the cake myself, you really wanted those cupcakes, yeah? Here you go, a giant cupcake...of some sort. I tasted it and it was edible. Tastes good, even. I swear I'm not saying this to feel better about myself; but if it doesn't taste good, you're allowed to meet up with me and throw the cake in my face. Promise! The teddy bear should remind you of me whenever we can't see each other. A bit cliched and childish, but hey-- I think he looks pretty adorable. As for the necklace, a prince needs his crown right? But I can't let you walk around with a gigantic crown on your head, that'll get you too much attention and...you're mine (///▼///) And don't even ask about the flowers. Aster and flowers go together like a poem and the rhymes. Happy birthday, or belated, once again. Yet another great year awaits you! 

PS. I'm so sorry for sneaking into your house. 

- Aster ♡

When all was done, she scanned around the little gift corner she created, tapping her fingertips on the table before heading for the door, not forgetting to lock the door for him. As soon as she left his place, she made sure to text him before anything else. Her digits searched through the contact lists and started typing as fast as she could. 

[ ✉ prince ] there's a troll in your dungeon, go home as soon as you can :) 

[yeonshins-blog]

myveon:

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Joonmyeon steps closer until he pushes himself inside; the smell of books is something that he missed, he’s not particularly an outgoing person and usually just stay home after borrowing a book from the library or buy one from a store so he isn’t quite sure about how long was has it been since he last went into one, despite having the memory relapse that caused him to lose everything made it harder for him to reminisce. He’s about to reach for a book until he hears a faint, “I don’t know what I’m doing.” from a corner and ought to check it out before anything happens.

He’s greeted with a petite figure, pale and adorable. Her curls softly laid flat on her chest while some strands of her hair were at her back. She’s gorgeous, he could admit that but that isn’t the reason why he’s there. As a good and kind hearted person he is, he quickly peers over her shoulder, careful not to shock her from his own ministrations before saying,

"Hello. Is there something I can help you with?"

There isn't a lot that Taeyeon can do in such a situation, not when her patience is wearing thin by the minute and all she desires is to toss the wiring she has pinched between her dainty fingertips to someplace where it won't be in her view. Of course, it isn't exactly an action she can perform in a public place, despite the fact that the interior of the bookstore she stepped foot into earlier has a mere ten people at most, judging by her quick glances around the expanse of the building, whom are wandering aimlessly to find their objective whilst she simply struggles with the simple task of unwinding her earphones.

The petite female has always had a hand for such tasks, but it's her patience that prevents her from succeeding in the first place. Perhaps it's the small, thin wiring, or the plain sight of the intricate winding itself; whichever it may be, her efforts are deemed useless and all Taeyeon can manage is an exasperated sigh that falls silently, coupled with just a mumbling of "I don't know what I'm doing." It's something that she wishes to unwind soon enough, yet the thought of the task itself is pushed aside almost immediately as an unfamiliar voice seems to call out to her. 

The sudden inquiry does startle Taeyeon, but the initial shock is diminished as her composure is regained, the feeling pacifying and leaving her facial features stripped of any evident emotion when she flickers her gaze over to meet the stranger's. The male's action itself allows the corners of her rosy lips to curl in the slightest, creating the smallest of upward curvatures whilst her shoulders raise in unison. It's strange, she thinks, to have someone ask her such a thing when all she has done is emit the quietest of words, initially meant for her ears only. 

"I don't know about helping me exactly," it sounds stupid to her, the woman knows the words that will roll off of her tongue next will be those that ask for help, yet what's been spoken isn't her own to take back. So, she speaks softly once more, simply lifting the hand in which the knotted mess remains before coated tiers are pursed into a fine line. "You don't happen to have enough patience to get through a tangled mess, do you?"

[kxink]

Dear Handsome Myeon,

Dear "handsome" Myeon,

       First of all, calling yourself handsome on a daily routine is a sign that you must have spent too much time with your little brother aka me and let me tell you… it doesn’t make you look pretty. I’d rather have you all shy and asking me to sing you a lullaby or tell you a story to what I’ll never agree…

Anyway… this is not the point. As much as I wished to mock at you a tiny little bit, I’ll be more serious as there are many things I had never ever told you before. You always tend to remind me that I’m your brother…someone you should take care of but I wish to remind you that it makes you my brother as well and I wish to return this favour as often as possible. Obviously don’t expect me to be a lovey dovey kind of a friend cause I’m far from being such a person, yet… you know I truly care about you and your feelings. So, in case someone hurt you, It’d be a pleasure for me to punch them in the face. 

Surprisingly enough, I’ve never felt… annoyed by your presence. You’ve never made me force myself to do something I didn’t want to and this is probably something I should keep it mind as it proves very well, that our friendship is likely to last very long. Many people tried to keep us apart, spreading fake assumptions and information and I’m truly glad I decided to observe and follow my own intuition. You’ve never disappointed me so far and as simple as it sound… it’s a huge deal for me. You must know by now that I don’t let many people get close to me. I have my reasons…  However, you crossed the line and I allowed you. I don’t regret meeting you, neither letting us get close. You’re worth my trust and I hope you’ll always remain your too-confident, yet charming self. Because this is what I admire about you… your honesty, care and the fact you never let your little brother get into troubles. 

You’re not handsome but pretty,Jongin.

[trickerxlife]

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"My boyfriend, holy fuck— are you serious?"

"Yeah? You said it was Luhan, didn't you?"

[trickerxlife]

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POINTS AT THE LATTER AGGRESSIVELY. “DONUT TALK TO HIM, HE STOLE MY BRIEFS.”

"Every time I'm told not to talk to someone, we become best friends--- really? For some reason I thought he's your boyfriend-- hmm."

[trickerxlife]

"Yes, you're my wife. Deal with it." Grins widely. "What do you want from my baby boy? Huh? Hush, calm your tits."

[trickerxlife]

"Hi."

1. First impression: Smoking hot2. Truth is: Smoking hot. But not as much as I am.3. How old do you look: Old enough to be legal and that is all that matters.4. Have you ever made me laugh: Pretty much5. Have you ever made me mad: Nah6. Best feature: Should I bring in a mirror? I mean-- wait, is feature all about the inside too? Because I'm feeling too shallow to be cheesy and cute today.7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Well duh, you're stunning.8. You’re my: Wife.9. Name in my phone: Wife. 10. Should you post this too? Yes