#yuta.

[sungtaro]

🐥

[dreamstation]

[5:47] The sun rises slowly, like a brilliant flower blossoming into full bloom, its warm light unfolding over the horizon. Your face is set on its grim expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clouded with troubles and doubts. You don’t turn your head when a figure settles down next to you, already knowing there’s only one person who would think to find you here. 

“It’s almost time,” Yuta mumbles.

He’s looking at you, his gaze always so intense. His hair isn’t tied in its usual bun, flowing down instead, framing his sharp features and partially obscuring his eyes. It takes you a while before you finally look back at him, expression still grim but more relaxed with him by your side.

“I know.”

He doesn’t smile nor tells you words of encouragement, leaving you to your worries and uncertainties. Instead, he sighs, opting to admire the sunrise, colors of red and pink painting the sky exquisitely. 

“I don’t know why you’re so worried,” he says, his tone unchanging. “It’s just like any other heist we’ve pulled off.”

You don’t answer.

“There’s also,” he continues, pressing his lips together subtly, “something else I’m hoping to steal.”

You eye him curiously, knowing all you were tasked with was to swipe the gems and leave undetected. Despite yourself, you ask, “And what is this ‘something else’?”

“It’s something from you, actually.”

He turns his gaze back to you. You search his eyes for an answer but turn up with nothing; he’s always been good at hiding his emotions, always so cold and detached. It’s always been a push and pull kind of game with him - two steps forward, one step back. You watch as his eyes wander over your face and linger at your lips before they return to meet your eyes.

“You wanna steal a kiss, Yuta?" A scoff slips out of you, and you roll your eyes disbelievingly. 

Fixing him with a pointed look, you mutter, "You’d better be one hell of a thief.”

You don’t miss the way his lips curve up - a sign you’ve acquainted yourself with a long time ago. He won’t be giving up anytime soon. 

“Don’t worry,” he assures you. “I am.”

[iiryoku]

[weareriots]

Yuta: HELL YEA! (/he playfully hits him on the shoulder before finishing his drink and standing up) so what song are we singing too?

Taeil chuckled as Yuta hit on the shoulder playfully nudging the other's arm in return. "Because you're my guest you can chose the first song to perform for this evening." The singer said and got up too before stretching a bit.

[tvonq]

[jermastar]

real sibling shit

[ovur]

Do these kpoppers just bleach their hair and go on their way? Invest in some oils, leave in conditioner, serums I know you've got the money you wanna go bald that badly?