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SO HERE IS TAEMINS NEW INTRO FINALLY!!! majority of what’s underneath the read more is the same from his old original post, just w some things edited or added in! BUT AGAIN. HEY. IM NIC (paige or whatever u wanna call me tbh). I ALSO PLAY TRISTAN. this is taemin. he’s an asshole who sometimes does good things depending on the alignment of the planets and if he woke up to cool things on twitter. if not then he won’t be nice. just like with tristan’s post!! if you give this a like i’ll throw a little random starter out for you from taemin!! and if you wanna plot WE CAN TOTALLY DO THAT TOO like as long as you know what you’re signing up for with him!!! his stats can be found here and his connections here!!!

#seoulintro #my trash son who never wants to let me write w him and wants to be difficult at all times #I LOVED HIM. I DO LOVE HIM DEARLY #I FUCKING HATE HIM THOUGH. I DO.

mcnkyos:

to find her own being at the residential home of someone she considered to have grown rather close to throughout the previous months of their shared moments, minkyo would have never of thought that she would be in his presence for a reason as such as an UNOFFICIAL BREAKUP. or so, as she would label it. it wasn’t as if she was nervous, or had to gather up enough courage to even phone him initially. albeit, now that she was here & sat across from him as tongue laid heavy in her mouth — - her voice had suddenly escaped her. taemin wasn’t only a warm body among countless others, nor someone she admired when his voice trickled through the speakers on her radio. no, taemin was someone that she now considered a friend. someone that understood her & didn’t feel the need to openly judge her every time an intangible concept spewed from parted petals. he CARED, minkyo knew he did, just as she did for him. so, why was it toilsome to admit to him her newfound situation ? ‘ i, – ’ yet, her voice died once more, attempting to find the correct words. ‘ we, – .. can’t do this anymore. as in this, sugar daddy concept. no sex, no money. i’ve – ’ minkyo hesitated, whilst brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear, ‘ – got a girlfriend, now. ’

the silence lingers between them after he speaks and taemin has to practice his patience -- mainly because of who it was that he was with, seeing as if it had been anyone else, he would of really been over the entire situation by now. minkyo deserved to say whatever she needed to say though, and the part of him that held her in high regard kept his sharp words at bay as she finally started to, an expectant look growing across his features as she pauses for a moment. he is hoping that it is as drastic and dreary as she is making it out to be ; but when the word ‘girlfriend’ is thrown out into the space put between the two of them in his living room he feels his brow furrow in confusion. at what, though, taemin isn’t sure of entirely at first. minkyo having a girlfriend? this being some sort of breakup? or her thinking that this was BIG enough for the dramatic flare. taemin blinks a few times, dark brown yes settled on minkyo evenly before he slowly leans back into the couch and makes a small sound of acknowledgement, “a girlfriend,” he repeats out loud, lips pursing a little before he finally decides it’s not a big deal and shrugs his shoulders. “that’s it? that’s what you’ve been making things so awkward for? you have a girlfriend?”

#thread.#thread: minkyo #hello i am here three weeks later w a reply for u finally pls accept my undying love for u

taesuks:

“yes but you love me, so it’s acceptable right?” a grin is quick to light up across his features at that, elbow lightly nudging against the elder’s side. taesuk knew taemin meant nothing ill towards him with that statement ; always being able to accurately judge when his best friend was truly annoyed or not. and sook had always been lucky enough to usually avoid that frustration, altogether— despite being pretty annoying, himself, a good majority of the time. his smile softens a bit at the unsurprising answer, concern suddenly coloring the crease in his brow shortly thereafter. “just make sure you don’t work yourself too hard, hyung.” the words slip through a small frown— because as much as taemin tended to worry about h i m, taesuk wasn’t exactly a stranger to showing concern over his friend’s hectic work schedule either. the evident stress in the radio dj’s demeanor has the boy making a mental note to try and do this more often, if possible. there was no guarantee that he’d be able to get taemin to take a break with him for ALL that long every single time, of course — but as long as taesuk was getting the other to relax for at least part of the day, then that would be MORE than enough to satisfy him. “i learn P L E N T Y in my classes, thank you very much,” he counters huffily, nudging the other boy in his side once more — this time a little bit harder. “and maybe i was just trying to focus more today.” or maybe he had been too busy dozing into his open notebooks that morning to actually text anyone—- a ‘focused’ student indeed. “besides, wouldn’t you rather see me in person anyways?”

it takes one slip of the ‘hyung’ on taesuk’s part and suddenly the annoyance and tension straining in taemin’s stature slips and ebbs away, a small sigh escaping a frowned mouth as he gives his best friend a nod in understanding. a silent PROMISE for taesuk that he would make an effort to not work himself too hard. even with the cold and snarky demeanor that he gave off there was a side to taemin that did enjoy the company of someone close to him -- someone who knew and would acknowledge how he could get with the stress that he piled up on his own plates. taemin pokes at his food as he listens to taesuk make his defense, the unimpressed expression morphing across his face as he scoffs at the words, eating more of the food instead of immediately retorting back to him. “sure--” taemin mumbles out around the food in his mouth, shoved over into one of his cheeks to allow his words to actually be coherent. a grunt slips at the harsh jab, hand coming up to press against the sore spot as he shoots taesuk a glare, “i bruise like a peach. you know this. don’t do that to me.” taemin’s glare lingers on taesuk for a moment, eyeing him as if he can see right through the words and can see the truth -- which is ACCURATE. taesuk wasn’t telling him something ; he continued deflecting. “suddenly you care more about your class than me? since when?” taemin finally responds, brow quirking quizzically. “sure i would, but that’s common knowledge between the two of us. now--” taemin pokes at his food again, bringing a bite to his mouth and pausing before he takes it, “--tell me what’s wrong.”

#thread.#thread: taesuk #i cant let go of bff threads EVER ASDLFKJASLDKFJS #plus i wld do anything to have an excuse to play soft n slightly sweet taemin

he isn’t quite sure what to make of the situation at hand. normally, interactions with @mcnkyos go one way or another -- casual hang outs with one another and dinners spent with each others company or their more personal adventures spent in his bedroom, her bedroom, or any room that they happened to fall into each other in. that was their normalcy. and had been for the past few months. this, however, was NOT what taemin had been prepared for when minkyo asked if she could come over. there was a lingering unspoken topic jarring the time they were spending with each other tonight ; taemin could feel her tension and it was beginning to prickle underneath his skin and aggravate. she looks a bit distressed, and although his initial concern had been there, it eventually faded away as the unknown tension began to grow even more, until he just couldn’t stand it anymore, “are you going to TELL ME what you came here to tell me? because i don’t know how much i can handle this--” taemin pauses, finger moving to motion towards the silence of space in between the two of them, the annoyance evident in his face now, “--for much longer.”

#thread.#mcnkyos #I PROMISED U THIS STARTER AWHILE AGO AND DAMN IM JUST NOW POSTING IT #BUT AT LEAST IM FINALLY DOING IT LAKSJDFKLAS

hycmi:

—— it was a known fact that hyemi’s time was PRIORITISED on work ( social interactions frequenting the back seat ), her store being the o n e thing she could actually commit to, which, had provided a genuine reason to the string of familiar faces entering her store—— all of who had NO intention of ever purchasing goods. it just so happened today that it was a certain childhood friend that had wandered in ( perhaps, in an attempt to actually have some time with the female… or, they COULD have just been visiting—— regardless, hyemi was grateful, because, though she claimed it to be an annoyance, it really had been TOO long ). strings of conversation had been dancing off tongues, however, the melodic hums of words were f r e q u e n t l y being forced to pause, the female being in HIGH demand… customers craving the attention of the creator of all the pieces within— and, of course, there was a knot of guilt that came with ever ‘hold on’ and ‘wait a minute’, but, what more could one expect? this was her place of WORK, so, hyemi was going to do just that. mindless small talk fell from the FORCED upturn of reddened lips, a polite exchange with a customer ( of who had only come to pick up an a l t e r e d piece—— a favourite of hyemi’s, being that they were so EASY and, still, provided so much additional finance to the business ), played out natural— experienced— the act of KINDNESS remaining, until the store door c h i m e d to a shut. attention was reclaimed with the urges of another, irises rolling in a response, ❛ you’re lucky i like you, you know? ❜ a figure, dressed with a perfectly fitted piece, exposed from behind a counter— fingertips already grasping around ADDITIONAL fabric, in case extra warmth was required—❛ and that another employee is due to arrive in… ❜ a glance at the time, paused words for a s e c o n d, ❛—— ten minutes. ❜ and with that, an exchange of instruction was given to the SECOND worker within the store, before attention was given back to taemin, ❛ where are you taking me? ❜

you’re lucky i like you. it’s a phrase that taemin has heard one too many times from people, hyemi being included in that list, and he can’t help the roll of his eyes in response to it, mirroring his friend’s own actions. “yes, because if you didn’t, you would of destroyed me by now.” taemin continues, tacking on the part that had been left unsaid. “i’m glad our childhood memories together have been enough for you to decide that i’m WORTH tolerating. in my own defense, you’ve put me through worse.” there is a sardonic drawl in his tone, and taemin watches from his peripherals as hyemi moves out from behind the counter for them to make their leave, and he’s pushing off from where he’s been leaning seconds later to follow suit. brown eyes swiftly turn to glance towards the clock she’s looking at, holding back a retort that just wasn’t needed seeing as he was getting what he wanted. he’ll hold his tongue for her. taemin moves ahead to open the door, ignoring the chime that signals their leave as he does so, holding it until hyemi FINALLY passes through. “depends on what you’re wanting,” taemin answers, brow quirking as he walks with languid steps, “there is the one restaurant we’ve gone to a few times before around the corner. there is a new one just a bit of a drives away. i could call up a ride if need be. and there are more than enough small cafes around here that would suffice. i’m really NOT picky--” he pauses at his own words before making a face, “besides that one all you can eat that we went to. that was disgusting. we aren’t going to that one.”

#thread.#hycmi #THE ONLY BLESSING HERE IS YOU ALLI STIASLDJFKASLD #dont fite me on tht either

beckettno:

THE COMMENT WAS ALMOST expected, but beckett didn’t point it out — it was part of taemin’s dark and brooding charm, he assumed. despite their physical intimacy, and something akin to a friendship, the boys rarely made attempts to get to know each other on a deeper level: perhaps those were the rules in a relationship like theirs anyway. «that is the constant impression you seem to leave,» he agree, rather an OBSERVATION than a complaint. beckett actually quite liked that about taemin. «i wish you hadn’t told me,» he sighed and looked at the other with mock concern, «i might have to report you now.»

“apparently people think i’m mean.” taemin muses out loud, humoring his previous comment a little bit more, “but i think people are just too sensitive.” his twitter notifications were enough for that to be backed up and supported. apparently his discussion on a certain idol during his radio show today didn’t settle lightly with some of their rabid fans. his phone buzzes again. taemin keeps his gaze on beckett. “if you’re trying to make this into some weird roleplay scenario and expect me to bring up handcuffs or call you sir, then i’m going to just shut that down real fast. i'm ONLY here for the drugs.”

#thread.#beckettno #i hope our characters can continue to have casual conversations abt sexual things bc its starting to become a pattern

carinvs:

— ❛ HER PATIENCE WAS fairly big – she prided herself on that, for not being short tempered, for taking everything in for such a long time that ended up not being healthy at all; but that night was way too long for her liking, that night should’ve been over a good couple hours ago. of course, she was the only one to blame there – it had been her choice and her own ability of getting lost in the most unimaginable places ever – but she could be patient, but she was also very much prideful. “ i mean, i can see why you would drive past, too. ” she commented at the man who had replied, uninvited. “ you too seem one that really hates your life, there isn’t much that we can expect. ”

the comment manages to get a smirk to curl onto the edge of his lips, amused by it the sheer falseness of it more than anything. “i suppose i could come off that way,” it was a funny thing for someone to think in regards to him. but then again they didn’t know each other. “there’s nothing about my life to hate. i’m actually pretty content.” taemin says in a light tone, gaze still cast downwards and focused on his phone before he pulls a slight face, the insufferable thought of his ride being late returning and then he sighs, “well-- i’ll correct myself. BESIDES my ride being beyond late and leaving me stuck out here, i’m pretty content. but i’m not sure if i would classify that as hate. more so an inconvenience... and annoying.”

#thread.#carinvs #THIS IS????? SO LATE???? HOLY SHIT I SUCK #IM SO SORRY #JUST PUNCH ME IN THE FACE OR SMTHIN LSAKDFJAWEOIFJALK I DESERVE IT

yerisms:

HAD IT BEEN ANYONE else’s harsh words she had to endure, the girl would’ve already been close to tears — she was a DIMINISHED being already, and feeling like she was a nuisance was probably her worst fear. she had taught herself not to take taemin’s words to heart though, knowing it was just the way he was. it had taken some getting used to, but now she liked to think of them as friends: she hoped he felt the same way. she stood up shyly, pouting at the other. «thank you,» she mumbled as she retrieved the papers. «sorry, taemin. i don’t mean to be a burden.»

had it of been anyone else’s papers being swept off by the wind, and taemin had been there to witness it just as he did a few seconds ago, he would of kept on walking. involving himself in other people’s misfortunes was only enjoyable when he had some sort of upper hand or could benefit in some degree from their fuck up -- but upon realizing it was yeri, taemin had immediately felt that familiar tug of fondness in him that somewhere along the way had developed. he was barely fond of anyone. her demeanor made it difficult to be too brash and rude ; taemin contained himself. at yeri’s apology, he brushes it off because he doesn’t need it. “you’re not a burden,” he corrects, fixing her with a look, “what were you doing before that happened?”

#thread.#yerisms #taemin: i h8 children #5 yr old yeri appears #taemin: wow this child is The Child

sanabakkouh

#musing.#if this aint taemin idk WHAT IS #s/o to kimchi the love of his life #the mvp of his soul #the best cat to ever exist

there was really only one reason that taemin had found himself within the familiar store -- and it had nothing to do with the new clothing line that had just been installed and displayed for loyal shoppers to admire and splurge on. although it certainly was on level with his taste, taemin disregarded it in FAVOR of continuing to lounge on the counter of the desk where customers would check out from time to time, pulling him and @hycmi away from the casual conversation they had fallen into since he had made his appearance. the ONE reason. a childhood friend, someone who had been born and raised in the high profile society that he had been brought up in with his own family ; she had been the ONE good thing to actually come from it all ( the one thing he could still stand in regards to that selection of people ) . he has got his hip propped against the edge of the table as he pulls out his phone, scrolling through his twitter feed with disinterest as he waited impatiently for the customer that had just walked up to be handled and go on their way. it took a solid forty-five seconds, and once the door to the boutique closed behind them, taemin is sighing in exasperation as he looks towards his company, “why don’t you just close for a little bit,” he urges, lips twisting in displeasure at the constant distractions, “i’m company. good company. quality company. and i’ll buy you lunch.”

#thread.#hycmi #me: tells u i will write u a starter #me: realizes tht was a month ago #why do u even lov me alli im the WORST #BUT LIASKJFWAEOIFJASLFKSAJD HERE IT IS I HOPE ITS OK PLS SDFJLAS LOV ME

taesuks:

Any lingering tension that had once settled on his shoulders seems to ease away at the older boy’s presence— grin softening in response to Taemin’s own softened features. “It was kind of a last minute decision, really,” he admits alongside a shrug, bag of takeout still lightly swinging in his grasp. “Also wanted to surprise you,” he continues after another moment, the quirk of his lips brightening shortly thereafter. He moves to where Taemin is sitting at the other’s instance, not leaving a bit of space between the two of them when he finally takes a seat. The younger takes out his own box of takeout as he listens to his friend complain about his day so far, chuckling LIGHTLY and quirking up an eyebrow at the boy as he finishes up. “Are they new? If so, I’m sure they’re just starting to get used to things, is all. They’re probably trying their best.” It was all he could offer from an o u t s i d e r s perspective, of course, though he was sure part of Taemin’s annoyance was still justified. “No problem, though.” Another smile pulls up at the ends of his lips at that, shoulder lightly bumping against the other boy’s. “—-Figured you might need a proper lunch break.” He pauses in order to situate the takeout on his lap, digging into the bag for the accompanied chopsticks for a moment before finally unearthing what he was looking for and tossing a pair over to Taemin. “I had classes this morning.” The words pass through his lips alongside a small pout, exhaustion MORE than evident in his tone. “Why?” His grin quickly turns teasing at that, nudging his friend’s shoulder once more. “Did you miss me, Taeminnie?”

“i’m not a big fan of surprises.” is the response taemin decides to go with, despite this specific surprise not being looked down upon like the rest would of. had it been anyone else he might of been legitimately annoyed over the random appearance and attempt to take away his time. he has easily gone and forgotten about the annoyance prior to the realization of it being taesuk now, though, uncharacteristically accepting this surprise and only because of who is was. the sturdy press of the brick wall finds his back once more as he leans on it for support, unimpressed expression still evident even as his best friend attempted to deter his venom away from the interns. he understood what taesuk was attempting ; the problem was he just didn’t give a shit. taemin was already on edge and losing his patience. they were lucky they didn’t have to deal with him PERSONALLY majority of the time. “they need to try a bit harder.” his snide remark is slipped in easily, but taemin is done with those thoughts the second after he says it, wanting not to stress any more about them than he already has. taemin is catching the chopsticks tossed his way with ease, impassive expression casting across his features as he digs into the meal, taking a few bites before pausing at the question. eyes narrow as he turns his face just the slightest towards his best friend, giving him a narrowed glance, “because you’re usually blowing up my phone.” he says in a matter-of-fact tone, not bothering to respond to the second question that had been asked. “and you having class isn’t an excuse. you’ve texted me throughout those too. i’m not sure you even actually LEARN anything in them.”

#thread.#taesuks #hello accept this late ass fckin reply as a token of my lov #taemin makes it all worth it #lov me chels

first things first taemin is fckin ecstatic abt the new 280 character limit on twitter like ??? his life has been made ,,, anyway, onto the main point of this post:

#ooc.#just a big ole paragraph abt why i suck ASDFKJASLKFJAS #im posting this on taemin and not tristan bc my step son needs posts ig #that and i wanted to make a joke abt the new twitter character limit and taemin fits w that #anyway!!!!!!! love me!!!! dont hate me!!!!#i will be responding to ims sOON!!!!! but honestly its way easier to talk to me on discord so pls just add me if u wanna #and if im missing anything???? PLEASE LET ME KNOW ALKSFJASKL

beckettno:

THE MAN WAS IN all honesty not entirely sure how to act around taemin when they weren’t in the privacy of a bedroom, beckett slightly intoxicated by the large amount of alcohol he consumed so readily. but in a strange way he had grown fond of the other despite the l a c k of any deep, emotional bond. «what, you don’t like seeing me pant ?» there was a suggestive, vaguely humorous tone in his comment, but the hint of something serious lingered too. he snorted at the dry response, though it was nothing short of expected. «fine, i’ll keep it in mind.» he sent the other a curious glance. «you on a break or something ? can’t imagine what people get up to in dark alleyways beside running.»

“i’m under the constant impression that i don’t really like anything, actually.” taemin finds himself responding back with ease, the slow curl of a smirk finding the edge of his lips. it was partially true ; there were enough reminders in a day for taemin to acknowledge that. “but i guess if i was going to like SOMETHING--” he makes a considering expression and leaves his response at that, part of him finding a little bit of amusement in the vaguely suggestive comment. his gaze is moving to look back towards his phone as it vibrates in his hand suddenly, signaling a notification and it’s from twitter, of course, but his attention hasn’t drifted from beckett just yet, “no. this is where i do all my illegal drug dealing and handling, actually." if one didn’t know him well enough ; they might of actually believed him. the smirk from before was gone now, replaced by an expression that gave nothing about him away. “the radio host thing is just a ploy, really.”

#thread.#beckettno #i give my reply a -f and upgrade urs to an a+ bc thats what it was #im sorry i dont make the rules i juST FOLLOW THEM ALSKDFJALS

gvnwoos:

◟ ˚ × — even though an obsidian veil often conceals the man’s true persona, safely secured in hidden corners, taemin has somehow succeeded to tear it, revealing a bright & quite playful personality in the process —— with him, gunwoo tends to keep less thoughts to himself, receiving e x a s p e r a t e d reactions in return. they clash, their different traits and tendencies, but in a way, it creates a perfect harmony; it is evident in the way they understand each other, finding common grounds everywhere ( even if it mostly involves CATS ). dismissing the fact that most of their conversations consist of teases & childish banter, it is no SECRET he quite relishes taemin’s company —— the smirk bleeding onto his lips being the proof of that. ❛ would you like to see my coffin? it’s where all the m a g i ci c happens. ❜ the slight arch of his petals seems to have been permanently tattooed on his face as it makes an appearance every time taemin is around. it is then a soft tail l o o p s around one of his legs, eliciting an exhale that resembles a ( tumble of contentment ) spilling off his lips. ❛ come on, dubu, i won’t let you be neglected. ❜ and with that, gunwoo’s embrace is promptly S E I Z E D by his cat, his arms secure around her body. ❛ for your information, you just interupted my napping time, and my roommate is not here. i’m not sure where the maids are, though— ❜ the words sound foreign to his own ears, and disbelief is m e l t i n g onto his face, all because of the fact that he can live comfortably thanks to hyemi. suddenly, a hint of hunger conquers the onyx in his hues after gunwoo glances at the food on the table, dubu still in his arms. ❛ what did you bring? ❜

there is an impressive level of disgust on taemin’s face when he sees gunwoo’s smirk and hears his response -- which had been expected. it was exactly what taemin figured the other would resort to simply because the other knew that he would be incapable of not responding to it. “well that certainly seems appropriate, doesn’t it? anyone who lays in it dies from some unseen horrible thing. more than likely you. so, i’ll have to pass.” is his simple retort back to the comment, the sudden low rumble of a purr emitting from bap in his arms filling him with a heavy sense of affection, just enough to suddenly cut off the edge of the SHARP comment that he had just aimed at gunwoo and his pride. it’s the word ‘neglected’ that has him immediately fixing his attention back onto the other though, glaring and looking offended, “i do not neglect dubu. or bap. i don’t neglect either of them. don’t say things like that to him.” he is half tempted to snatch the other cat from gunwoo’s arms but he holds himself back, knowing he will find the moment to give the other cat attention at some point in the time spent here, seeing as they were the ONLY reason he even bothered coming over in the first place. taemin hums in disinterest at disturbing gunwoo’s nap time and the mention of maids leaves him completely unaffected. maids were normal in his life ; even if not for the other. one hand is gently rubbing circles against bap’s cheek, enjoying the look of contentment on the felines face before taemin is glancing away to look at the forgotten food he had placed on the table just moments ago. “food,” he answers back mockingly, finding his own personal joy in his own childish response. “the edible kind. from a place.”

#thread.#gvnwoos #me: watches as gunwoo n taemin tear eachother apart verbally #also me: :")))) cries bc i lov them so much

nccri:

“i’m sorry! traffic’s a bitch. besides, it’s our thing. you can’t cancel on our thing.” the mere idea of that cause her lips to purse, a blatant protest. it’s not the welcome she’d expected, but – considering it’s taemin – his ‘hello’ (or lack thereof) isn’t too surprising. in her hand is the plate of fries that she’d ordered before she’d headed for their usual booth; she sets it down between them when she takes her seat, sitting on one knee comfortably. noori steals one too (her stomach’s been empty since morning) while eyeing him with a bit of wariness, becoming aware of the expression on his face. she’s about to ask what’s crawled up taemin’s ass when he opens his mouth again. oh. she swallows. “to be fair, i didn’t mention your name.” her tongue’s pressed to her cheek, a tell-sign she’s holding back. instead, she eats what’s left of her fry, reaching into her pocket to take out her phone. she skims it, then puts it on the table beside taemin’s with a wrinkle of her nose. “mine aren’t any better.” her lock screen – a picture of her, taesuk and taemin she’d taken earlier this month – is overwhelmed with twitter notifications; mentions from a fanbase that isn’t hers. the screen turns black after a moment of inactivity and she flips it, if only because this way it’s easier to ignore the blue flicker of light that alerts her of new messages at the top. her hand runs through her hair, and then there’s a sigh – she’s already preparing for the worst. “alright. how annoyed are you with me on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“i can cancel if i really feel like i need to do it. i’m capable of doing that. don’t doubt me.” it’s a warning and yet the both of them knew that he was going to be the last person to allow their little tradition to die away. still, it doesn’t stop the threat from naturally slipping anyway, the need to get his point across that he was not happy largely evident. it had a lot less to do with his childhood friend’s lateness though and more to do with her segment today. where he supported noori and her radio show even when he had his very own, what he didn’t appreciate was the ‘call out’, no name or not. and it’s a bit of the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it? but taemin decides he doesn’t care about being HYPOCRITICAL when the situation at hand suddenly involves a personal friend. “you’re right, you didn’t, but at the same time everyone knew who you were directing it towards,” taemin moves to lift his own phone, pulling up his twitter activity and showing it to her with an unimpressed expression, “--clearly.” he huffs soundly as he slumps back against his chair, hands flicking to toss the phone down onto the table carelessly, a subtle pout already downturning his lips as his gaze fixes on noori once more -- he won’t touch the plate of fries that they would be sharing until this entire situation is handled. his appetite is gone. he is upset. “i’d give it a solid eight.” taemin responds after a second of pondering, giving a roll of his eyes, “i know we’re always going to have a difference of opinions over things, but i figured the MULTIPLE conversations we’ve had over that would of been good enough for you not to slander me on your radio show. i would of expected it from anyone else but when it comes from you--” there is a one-sided shrug on his end as his gaze shifts to look out the large glass windows of the diner they’re in. “i take it a little more personally. you know that.”

#thread.#nccri #pls u are perfect #a perfect....... dicc #but like a nice one #not an ugli one #thats a compliment but ur still gonna send some sort of pissed off smiley @ me anyway im sure

📱 // here i am btihc :")

SEND ME A “📱” AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING:accepting!

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) who needs an education when you have all the money you could possibly need at your disposal?↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) if you expected a sympathy text in regards to you whining about your classes you’re mistaken↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) college isn’t a requirement in order to be successful↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) i’m a prime example↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) and yes that is me admitting i never went to college and i have no regrets. fuck that

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) you worry me sometimes↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) i know you say you can handle the bills and what not but i can see through the bullshit↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) all you have to do is ask↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) i wouldn’t ever say no to you↳ ( SENT TO: minkyo ) i just want you to be okay

#mcnkyos #meme.#me: ignores that i posted this four weeks ago and finally answers it ALKFJALSKDJFLSA #lov me #let me live #lov taemin he highkey kinda lame asf right now w this im ASLKDFJALSKJDFALS

“you know, the longer i sat here all by myself, the more i was beginning to question and doubt why i’m even bothering meeting up with you in the first place. even if it does involve a meal,” it’s the first thing that slips from taemin’s mouth when he sees the familiar face of his childhood friend, @nccri , finally enter his line of vision as she walks up to the table he’s been sitting at casually and impatiently for longer than he would of liked. noori was lucky she was who she was -- and that taemin was fond -- otherwise the lunch date would of been over ten minutes ago as he would of simply left by now. taemin is sitting back in his chair though instead, settling himself in and reaching for the cup of tea he’s been sipping on as he waited, sharp brown eyes still lingering on his company though as she makes herself comfortable. taking a small drink, taemin moves to set his phone down on the table, screen still upwards so that he could see whatever notifications appeared while it was not in his hand, attention gracing that of noori now and he can’t help but give her a small smirk ( but it lacked actual humor or mirth ) . “there is nothing i love more than listening to your radio show and hearing a passive aggressive call out towards yours truly,” taemin motions to himself for emphasis, brow quirking, “my twitter notifications have been blowing up ever since you opened your mouth. it’s all VERY much appreciated, noori. really made my day.”

#thread.#nccri #alright u ass hoPEFULLY THIS WORKS FOR U!!!! IF NOT!!! THEN UR JUST GONNA HAVE TO DEAL W IT XO

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