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[axiov]

jubileena bing bing, cynthia

relationships meme: closed.

jubileena bing bing: what is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done to someone you like?once, i got beaten up just to see justin… it was awesome.

[ ( … he is very acquainted with being beaten up somehow. ¯\(°-°)/¯ ) sehun is sweet in general, always doing little gestures to show that he cares. so there isn’t really anything in particular that i can think of.

cynthia: have you ever felt cast aside by the person you love most? have you told them how you felt about it?yes actually, i always feel as neglected as his pet monkey. i would if i had the chance…

[ he’s so used to it he doesn’t even dwell over it anymore. he moves on pretty quickly, so if they don’t care about him, he doesn’t see a need to either. as said before, he keeps his feelings to himself. saying something like ‘i feel neglected’ would be embarrassing for him because he’s very prideful, and so he doesn’t.

[bactcria]

“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.”

“tsk,” she knows what kinds of dirty deeds the male is up to. and honestly, she’s not one to talk. she likes to think what she does is less sinful, because she goes straight to snatching strangers’ wallets. that’s inoue, always throwing pebbles at other sinners, because who really likes to take the blame? because she’s not half as bad as the others. because she sure she doesn’t deserve this lifestyle. not that she dares to say a word about it. so she just sits there, atop the staircase, legs hanging and currently swinging. she leans on upper stairs with her elbow, hoping to find out the reason for such eagerness. 

 “who did you stole from this time?” a slight chuckle escapes her lips, gaze following the male, a sinister smile creeps on her features. “and most importantly, how much?”

[ssuleh]

Arawn

Mythology Asks  Status : Accepting

Arawn:What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?

To feel nothing, and to feel something at the same time would have been the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done. Becoming indifferent is what I’d like to call it, the coldness that seep through your veins, and the tightness of your throat whenever you try to suppress you emotions. I think it’s one of the most terrifying I’ve ever done.

[jinvory]

❃

❃ = dancing with them 

The music is somewhat moderately loud, but not to the point where it’s too much that she want to leave. It was about 10pm and here she was dancing (at least that’s what she thought she was doing) the night away. In front of her was a male figure, feeling the beat of the song. “I’m so bad at this- how do you even–?” He was obviously a better dancer than her which caused her to awkwardly move her feet from side to side to pull off how bad of a dancer she actually was. The actual plan was just to get dinner together but they somehow ended up on one of street clubs. She wasn’t complaining since he was a pretty good dancer. 

[taemlxx]

“Sorry, was this your sweater? I’ll give it back… eventually. ”

Taemin glances at the others outfit, raising an eyebrow at his statement. “Huh- I guess it is.” He mumbles, recognizing the familiar sweater. “No need to return it, you can just keep it. I don’t really need it anyways.”

[svreal]

♚

( Your character falls asleep on mine ) 

   - “For a rich kid you sure do find it easy to sleep just anywhere” His sight was directed at the younger on his couch. His whole body curled up with a thin coat Minho left hanging on one of the chairs when he rushed to his laptop several hours ago expecting an important e-mail. The older took another sip of his beer emptying the can before tossing it carelessly into the bin only steps away from where he stood. A sigh left his lips, Minkyu wasn’t the only one who craved some sleep. His hand reached to the light switch and flicked both switch downwards cutting the circuit allowing the darkness to engulf the apartment before he too left for his own bed. 

[jongdangel-archive]

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Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy 

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

  Long days were always the worst, but Jongdae seemed to have made this particular day all the ‘better’ by choosing to forget to eat, yet again. He wondered when the last time he had eaten a genuine meal had been, and he decided that it had been, well, never, considering he was horrible at cooking for himself and most of his sustenance came from convenience store bought ramyun or precooked foods that required little to no preparation. One of Seoul’s cooler nights found this particular dominion situated on a bus stop bench, another stranger the only soul present. 

  He looked tired as well, the light in his eyes seemingly all but dispelled in the night air. They said nothing to one another, but soon, as time went on and it was obvious that the last bus for the night had came and gone without them, Jongdae’s mind only grew more and more weary, though he hadn’t an ounce of strength to move from the hard bench, even though it was relatively uncomfortable. The stranger seemed to feel the same way, for when Jongdae took another glance over, he suddenly saw the top of the stranger’s head, clearly leaning on his shoulder at this point. Freezing where he sat and not so much as breathing, it was a few long, tense moments before the dominion decided to move, reaching a hand over to gingerly poke the top of the stranger’s head.   “Excuse me…?”   When the other didn’t respond, Jongdae felt the urge to run his fingers lightly through the strands of hair close to his face, revelling in just how silky they felt. When the other simply hummed in obvious content and made no move to shift away from his touch, Jongdae took that as a sign to continue, simply letting the strands fall through his fingers as comfortably as if the two were already acquainted with one another.

[wsxan-blog]

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