#temerairae

[dallivnce-blog]

My business isn’t your business; so unless you’re my thong, don’t be up my arse. ( sassy hot daddy jongin for u <3

ACCEPTING — ( ✗ )

Taemin knows at times he can be overbearing and figures it’s apart of his responsibility to watch over Jongin. Though he’s not sure why him of all people who is eagerly trying to help the other if Taemin is just as messed up if not more. Lately he goes out of his way to make sure the other is eating properly, if it means bringing him lunch; he does. He makes sure the other rests often sending him ridiculous texts or shows up unexpected probably driving him crazy. Moreover, he wants to be friends like they had been in the past. So he does really want to erase all the taint in their relationship and somehow fade to something that won’t end up with both of them dead. They’re both destructive. Taemin only finds the strength to clean up his act if he can get Jongin to as well. He also expects the other to blow up on him and tell him to fuck off eventually. So it’s only a matter of time when he’s told to stop. When it comes it is no surprise as Taemin blinks as the other’s voice– wondering when Jongin’s voice had gotten so indifferent to him. “I’m not trying to be up your ass—” His voice is a lot more gentle than he intends, being had it been anyone other than Jongin he would have snapped on them. “You just make me worry, alright? Is it a crime to care about a friend? To not want to see them in a ditch somewhere? So shut up, Hyung. Just deal with it.”

[apostello-blog]

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

✖ strange sentence starters: accepting

[txt] how daaaaareeeee youuuuuuuu i AM good for bringing u ice cream 

[txt] u just need to pay for it urself 

[txt] and mine too!!!!!!!!!!!!! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

[txt] deal?????（◞‿◟）（◞‿◟）

[txt] ????????????????????????

[dallivnce-blog]

[ *** temerairae​ *** ]

He knows of all people, Jongin isn’t going to want to see him. It’s been that way for a while. Taemin unable to hold his gaze without feeling somewhat nauseous because they share the same shade of brown expressive eyes or uneasy because Jongin has always been able to see right through him. What is more unsettling than he’d like to admit. But at times Taemin still remembers the days they had gotten along without the arguing and pity parties-- and parts of him want to go back to those times. It’s why Taemin finds himself in front of the other’s door at an ungodly hour, a few days before Eunji’s death anniversary, pack of beer in hand, and knocking quite loudly so the other cannot pretend he’s not home. He is not sure what he wants to accomplish. Them being friends like they use to? He thinks that is probably hopeful thinking knowing they were more likely to kill each other than ever get along that well again. Maybe, he just wants Jongin to visit her grave with him. But it’s not a delicate subject he can just bring up. Taemin misses her. More than he ever thought. Loving someone was hard but missing them was much harder, he realizes. She would have wanted him to make sure Jongin doesn’t get himself into trouble, help him out of it when he does, and just be there for him. “Hyung, I know you’re home. Don’t be a jack ass and open the door.” He complains through the door, shifting his weight. “I even brought you a gift.” When the door finally does crack open, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to stick his foot between the door not allowing Jongin to just slam it back it in his face. He takes the opportunity to slide through not waiting for the other’s invitation or demands of him leaving. He removes his shoes and holds up the case of beer. “Let’s drink. You look like shit and like you need to relax some.” He makes an effort to be casual, to drift back to where they had been comfortable together even if he knows the way Jongin looks at him now is with hate.