#princess jongsuk

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We're going out for a guys' night out, c'mon. ⊰ — [ nods, quickly urging the other to get off the sofa ]

Oh? { — he’s a bit surprised by the sudden urgency, but nods and stands to his feet } Okay— I could use that. What do you have in mind?

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✉ ✘ ☠ ❤ ♣

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: Wake up.

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: I can’t sleep.

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: So you should suffer with me~

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: I’m kidding. I really hope this didn’t wake you up…

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: This old man fell asleep in one of my dad’s meetings.

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: I’m trying not to laugh.

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: Help me.

! : [ NO SERVICE. MESSAGE FAILED ]

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: If you don’t meet me for coffee in ten minutes, I’m replacing you.

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: I don’t think I’ve ever really said it…

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: But you really are my best friend.

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: I thnk I’m at yuor apart ment

[ sms ⇢ Princess Jongsuk ]: wher are youu 

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Stolen Away | Jongsuk & Taemin

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Walking the streets late at night seemed to be one of Taemin’s favorite pastimes. Albeit, probably not the safest considering his obvious wealth, but something he liked to do nonetheless. He could practically hear his mother nagging in his ear about public safety and appearance, and that only fueled his enjoyment of his feet dragging against the pavement and the sound of city around him as he breathed in the night air.

Usually, nothing particularly interesting happened during his strolls. Sometimes he’d hear the occasional ambulance or police car rushing by, or overhear something that might or might not be gang related, but nothing dangerous or anything of the sort. Tonight, however, proved to be a bit different. 

As he turns the corner, he’s led to a dark alleyway, and knows it probably isn’t the safest route. He turns to walk back the other way, but something catches his attention-- a whisper, almost hissed in the darkness. He walks a bit faster, but doesn't make it far before there's a harsh blow to the back of his head. He stumbles a bit, thoughts jumbling together and vision blurring. He knows he's in trouble now, and tries his best to escape in his dazed state, but finds his head slammed against the wall opposite to him. And then, everything goes black.

When he wakes, he isn't quite sure where he is. His head is killing him, and as he blinks his eyes to clear the blurriness, he finds that he's in some room-- hands handcuffed, feet bound, and alone. And for the first time in a while, he's terrified of something other than himself.