#taemin;

[gnxsora]

@chctaemin

She wasn’t sure why the two of them always managed to gym together at odd hours during the night, but she suspected it was because they both had rather hectic lives. So at his entrance into the gym she simply smiles. Putting down her weights (which were relatively light) she turns and gestures to the clock. “Long day huh?”

[sugabywjsn]

IM SORRY FOR LITERALLY SHOVING TAEMIN DOWN YOUR THROATS BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT (its time for me to fangirl on this blog too ok? ok) HE IS INCREDIBLE HE IS GOING TO REVOLUTIONISE THE MUSIC INDUSTRY HE AND KOHARU ARE UNSTOPPABLE

[cchongbin-blog]

one for the money ;

@cctaemin

hongbin, for all his love of material things, has never once entertained the idea of going somewhere like a host club. if it weren’t for the smarmy looking bastards he’s seen making their way in and out, he might have considered checking what all the commotion was about sooner, but even death has it’s standards. 

of course, hongbin’s rather morbid curiosity for all things unpleasant, more often than not, tends to win out over the particular part of his pride that begs and pleads with him not to make an ass out of himself in such a way.  fortunately or not, said bit of pride fits beautifully under the heel of his shoe, crushed with little regard for consequences. 

upon entering said host club, a fresh wave of annoyance greets him, caresses his cheek like an all too affectionate lover. it’s obnoxious, to say the very least, and disgustingly familiar to say the most. really, he should learn to stop being so surprised every time one of his interests bites him on the ass. 

however, he’s soon sitting face to face with a man who looks as though he ate the cat who swallowed the canary- a grin with enough pomp to match his own, and a crisp suit that boasts the ability to monetarily back the shit he most likely talks. 

he finds himself proven correct in guessing his lovely host has a way with words, seeing as how each taunt he offers is returned to him in a way that’s borderline professional. he’d be impressed were he not so thoroughly aggravated by it. 

“isn’t it your job to cater to me? y’know, pamper me, give me some special treatment? seeing as how i’m your guest, of course.” hongbin presses, sweet as poison as he watches the man across from him with rapt attention. he tilts his head a bit, both a question and a taunt. “c’mon pretty boy... impress me a little.”

[twjimin-blog]

when i’m fucked up (that’s the real me) –*

@twltm

when jimin first met taemin, he’d expected them to hit it off. he’d expected their friendship to go together about as well as fire and gasoline do. it hadn’t necessarily been because of anything taemin had said to him, or because of the way he’d acted towards jimin. rather, it was the wicked glint in his eye, the slow and easy smirk that mirrored the one jimin found himself wearing more often than not. the familiar flicker of camaraderie in his chest. the crackle of tension before the match strikes. 

of course, that’s not to say they don’t have their flare ups, their nasty spats- because they do. they do, but they thrive on it. a toxic mixture gladly tossed back- burning in that generally pleasant way all shots do before a blackout.

 jimin glances at taemin then, eyes trailing the smooth planes of his face in the low light of the (first) club they’ve stumbled into. if the cost of partying with the prince is another night he can’t remember (another night he feels the next morning, aching so fucking good) then he’s willing to pay. 

it’s easy enough to push himself further into taemin’s space, a sly grin on his lips when they nearly brush the taller man’s ear. he’s used to this. he’s used to the bass thundering in his chest, in his lungs, his first few drinks already settling nice and warm in his gut along with the first curls of a craving for something more. 

“so, we got any big plans for tonight, or were you just planning on sitting here and lookin’ pretty? i know that’s how i make my money, but im not so sure you’ll be able to do it like i do.” jimin’s words are light, airy, but they hold a challenge nonetheless- one echoed in the way his body rolls and the way his eyes glitter. (one he knows taemin will accept, because thats why they’re here, after all. that’s what they seek each other out for, time and time again.) 

[acexbyungchul]

@taeminxace

Byungchul would never admit to getting stuck on something as simple as buying gifts. He tried shopping in bulk for the Rebels as a whole, keeping his shopping runs limited to one time outside and no more, but... It wasn't that easy. Finding something he thought Taemin would like wasn't difficult; he bought enough random presents for the older to know that Taemin would appreciate whatever he decided to get. The problem was finding something-- fuck, what word was he even looking for?

He wanted something important. Not like the sporadic gifts of snacks and drinks, or bizarre postcards from little street corners, or the array of scarves Byungchul typically brought home for him. And that's why, after he bought everyone else in the Rebels a gift, he spent an entire week looking for Taemin’s gift alone, because he had to find something he deemed worthy enough to give.

He wished he had an explanation for why he settled on this as a gift, but he didn't, so all he could say was, "It's not much," and offer the tiny box to Taemin's tiny hands.

[22yearsofjongin-blog]

There are so many things I could be telling you right now. So many absolutelee wonderful things I could be mentioning. All of which are memories-- fond ones that I wouldn't trade for the world. You-- Kim Jongin, are my best friend. That one person that I can't imagine a life without. Not that I'd want to have a life lived without you, but you know. Okay. I'm rambling. Let me shut up.

Ahem. Do you remember when I first met you? I don't think anyone ever actually got around to telling you, but I was incredibly excited, you have no idea. I might not show it often, but I do get extra happy when you come along, which would explain the disappointment I felt when I didn't see you on my first day. But then I did meet you! And really, what would have happened if I didn't? Hint: I would be a very melancholy Taemin, that's what. Who would have known you'd be the person to walk around the city with? That you'd be the best friend that made me cry that one time when you did a thing and left me ( I mean the Mafia no I don't ). [ Insert dramatic clutching of the kokoro ] Of course you came back because we had a maid cafe to run but I mean, still. This is why I don't text you. You're a butt. These are for you, simply because I think you'd like them, really. I don't know, I just thought they suited you. Which in fact, they do because you are always up to no good. [ Insert dramatic shot of Taem looking off into the sunset ] And then-- well, I think the bracelet just looks nice on you. It's a Jongin kinda' bracelet. Mhm.

I tease you often, and I don't text enough, but I hope you know that I adore you, okay? In a really mushy namja type of way because I'm sentimental like that.

[author-kevin-blog]