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the minute you meet your new band mates is the day you meet your new family. it can't replace your actual family, but it's a family away from your actual family. we love, we care, we fight like a real family would. penned by CHAE.

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[atinystar]

tenxthreex:

as he stepped into the changing room, he locked the door behind him and began to strip out of what he was wearing currently, returning them on the respectable hangers and hung them up on the hook that was attached to the door.  he then turned and began to pull on the other suit, slowly and carefully so he didn’t damage it.  he listened to the other as he spoke, only humming out loud enough for the other to hear that he was listening in to what he was saying, so he didn’t think that he was simply ignoring him, when he honestly was not.  he was hanging on every word that came from the other. once he had finished, he moved to the door and unlocked it, opening it and stepping out;  his feet taking him over to the life-size mirror to look at himself in it and he couldn’t help but hum quietly and smile to himself because this suit….this one is definitely a keeper and he didn’t care how much it was;  this was going to be the one he was going to wear and he’s not going to let anyone stop him from wearing it.   ❝ i like this one. ❞   he spoke, his gaze flickering to the mirrored image of the other on the seat he’d taken.  he turned slightly, his gaze flickering down to his backside to see it was more prominent than it was in the other suit.

“I can feel this is the suit, hun buns. I mean the smile and vibe you went out with towards the mirror just screamed that you were feeling yourself.” Ken also glanced towards the backside and did another tongue loud pop.

“Also that tush of yours is on point in this suit. From all, I either would go for the last one or this one, but this one is all that, if you get me, so if I were you, I would splurge on this one.”  Ken advised as he gracefully finished is glass of champagne and let it back towards the coffee table, while waiting for the other’s reactions besides what he already had said.

“Any cons you see on this suit? Or it’s comfortable? Time also matters and seeing that events tend to go by a long while, what you wear will count a lot.” He reminds with his usual smile.

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he hummed in content as he stared at himself in the mirror, the smile had vanished but he continued to admire how well the suit fit him.  he tilted his head, dark hues flickering down his frame in the mirror before they darted towards the other’s reflection to see his tongue dart out and rolled his eyes in a playful manner.  though he arched a brow, a scoff falling past his lips at his comment, but all in all, he listened to what ken had to say and despite that comment, he listened intently.   finally, he turned around to face him and folded his arms over his chest, really getting a feel of the suit he was currently in and remembered how the other suit the other had mentioned was good, but it wasn’t as comfortable as the one he was in now.   ❝ i don’t see any cons with this suit, the other one....it wasn’t as comfortable as this one. ❞   he pointed out before he nodded and fiddled a bit with the cuff links, his gaze flickering down to them briefly before they returned to him.   ❝ it’s definitely going to be this one. ❞

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DEAR PORN BLOGS.

                             STOP LIKING MY SHIT.

                                                      SINCERELY, ALL OF RPC.

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@girlsxunited

“That groan only reminds me of how stereotypically gay I can really be, but hey, if you want to be on fleek, you need to spend some time and money on the look. Trust me: Trying, analyzing the complete outfit as a all when on and then having many options with pro’s and con’s is what will achieve the best results. Do you want to look your very best by the event you will be by or not?” Kenneth grinned in pure amusement due to the other’s pain and again sat by his previous seat, crossed his legs and hoped that the other would give the outfit he had picked as of lately that waited by the rack hanger nearby.

“You will thank me later, my friend. Once you’re there doing what you do best, while looking alike a snack and being comfortable by the same time, you will see that this time wasted, can be actually worth it.” He reminded alike a nagging mother and held onto a magazine nearby, so he could see the latest trends as he waited and accepted another cup of champagne from the chic employee from the expensive store, whom was basically payed only to serve clients around. – Which he couldn’t lie, that did made another reason for why he always took a long, long time shopping. Nothing alike some free expensive champagne along a shopping spree to higher his spirits!

as he stepped into the changing room, he locked the door behind him and began to strip out of what he was wearing currently, returning them on the respectable hangers and hung them up on the hook that was attached to the door.  he then turned and began to pull on the other suit, slowly and carefully so he didn’t damage it.  he listened to the other as he spoke, only humming out loud enough for the other to hear that he was listening in to what he was saying, so he didn’t think that he was simply ignoring him, when he honestly was not.  he was hanging on every word that came from the other. once he had finished, he moved to the door and unlocked it, opening it and stepping out;  his feet taking him over to the life-size mirror to look at himself in it and he couldn’t help but hum quietly and smile to himself because this suit....this one is definitely a keeper and he didn’t care how much it was;  this was going to be the one he was going to wear and he’s not going to let anyone stop him from wearing it.   ❝ i like this one. ❞   he spoke, his gaze flickering to the mirrored image of the other on the seat he’d taken.  he turned slightly, his gaze flickering down to his backside to see it was more prominent than it was in the other suit.

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@busanbunnie

The fear was clearly evident on her face as he watched her–eyes flickered down towards the pen and paper in his hands before she sniffed slightly. There was so many things that she wanted to tell him about but she didn’t even know where to begin. Fighting in a war wasn’t pleasant for anybody, never mind a nineteen year old girl. “D-death. Lots of it.”

woojin watched her, though he couldn’t help but frown at the fear on her face, waiting for her to speak but when she did, it was vague.  he inhaled deeply and jotted down a few small things before he turned his attention to her.  though, he grabbed the box of tissues and placed it in front of her on the desk and soon, his pen was hovering over the pad of paper once again.   ❝ start from the beginning. ❞   he told her lightly.

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regress ( daesuk to taemin )

send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child.

@tenxthreex

Once again there were guests over and Jaemin was asked to hide in his room so that no one found out that there were two sons in the family. A plate of food, now cold, sat on the table alongside puzzles, colouring books and a couple of kids magazines. His parents tried to make the room as interactive as they could so that the boy wouldn’t be bored but after the same reoccurring situation, Jaemin didn’t care about the extra dessert on the plate. At this point looking out the window and thinking of ways to get into trouble and catch even a glimpse of his parent’s attention was what he aimed for. Luckily for the boy, the window was already cracked up which meant he didn’t have to worry about unlocking what looked like the most difficult lock to exist, instead he pushed the heavy glass out of the way to make just enough room for him to slide out. The climb wasn’t hard, thankfully their bedroom was on the ground floor so he landed on a bed of flowers his mother planted late yesterday afternoon. But the boy didn’t really care at that point, he simply wanted to rebel and get his parents attention.

Jaemin hadn’t gone far since he didn’t have money with him, he simply headed towards the park to sit on the swing until he could see their guests drive away and then he would return home. The plan was simple until the boy arrived at the scene and realized how high the swings were, usually, his dad would help him up. Determined to stand his ground he walked over to the lone man sitting on the bench listening to his music and patted his knee. The man had unique features but out of all the other people there, he seemed the most harmless when the stranger noticed Jaemin he tugged on the headphones to pull the bed out of the man’s ears. “I need you to help me onto the swing,” he demanded, placing his small hand into the strangers and grabbing one of his fingers to pull him towards the set. “I don’t need you to give me a push, I just need help getting on it.”

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regress (daesuk)

MEME.

the one thing he loved to do was spending time on his father, out eating and it was his favorite thing to do;  whenever he would eat something he loved, his father had given him the nickname of hamster and it always made him fall into a giggle fit.  another thing he loved was eating outside at one of the outside tables outside a coffee shop or something of the sort, he would watch people pass by and some of them had dogs that he couldn’t help but squeal lightly over.  he loved dogs, they were cute and cuddly;  it didn’t matter what breed they were, he just loved how soft and cuddly they looked.when he was sitting with his father, chowing down on the meal they had ordered, he saw a man walking whilst stuffing some money into his pocket but what the man didn’t seem to realize was that it didn’t exactly make it into the pocket and it fell to the ground.  a gasped had been heard from the toddler before he got up and rushed to the money the man had dropped and whilst he ignored his father’s calls for him, he rushed over to the male as fast as his little legs go and once he reached the man, he could hear his father moving towards him from behind.  he grabbed the end of the other’s long sleeve and tugged it before he held it out to the man.   ❝ sir.  you dropped this~. ❞  the child spoke up loud enough for the other to hear him.  he watched the male turn and bow once he noticed what the toddler was doing, thankful for the money being returned.  he couldn’t help but feel his face heat up slightly when the other ruffled his hair.   ❝ thank you for returning this to me.  i’m sorry for being in such a hurry, but i must go.  thank you again. ❞   he heard the male announce before bowing once again and walking away.the whole thing had been watched by his father and when he turned to face him, his cheeks flushed from the other male’s contact and quickly hid his red face with his hands after he saw the fond smile his father wore.  he removed his hands moments after and shuffled to his father, wrapping his arms around him once his father crouched down and hid his face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment.

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@warsinmyhead

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“Just a minute please – we’re not open yet!” he called out to the person standing at the door. 

He turned back toward the table he was wiping down, running the rag across the surface one final time before picking it up. He carried it and the cleaning solution to the cabinet under the sink, replacing both before washing his hands. His eyes darted to the coffee maker and he sighed deeply. 

Calm down Park, it’s just the morning shift – you got this, he told himself as he dried his hands. Except for the fact it was the first time he was opening and running the shop on his own for the entire morning – Bo-ram asked him last minute after she felt the beginnings of a cold come on and the other morning worker bailed, claiming she had to buckle down for finals. Perhaps he bit off more than he could chew claiming he could handle making drinks, taking orders, and keeping the cafe clean for the morning, but Hiro didn’t want Bo-ram to regret his hire despite the lack of barista experience. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, rolled his shoulders, and walked over to the door, unlocking the bolt and switching the sign to OPEN.

“Good morning and welcome to Cup of Bliss.”

being an idol was a tiring job, but he enjoyed it more than anything and it was easy to tell by how he was always itching to write, produce and practice the dancing and singing for their concerts.  it was such a dream come true to him and he was happy that he made it this far;  there was no way in hell he  (  or the others  )  would ever give up on this dream, even if things end up getting harder.  it was something they had all promised each other;  that no matter what happened, they were always going to be brothers, be band mates until the very end.  of course, no one wanted the very end to come all too soon, they wanted things to last.  he wanted things to last. upon arriving to the coffee shop, he frowned when he saw that the shop wasn’t open yet but he saw there was a worker inside, cleaning off what seemed to be the last table.  he chewed at his lesser lip beneath his face mask and soon reached up to bring it down, only to knock gently on the door and wait.  he could hear a voice on the inside call out to wait a minute and he didn’t mind standing out in the cool morning air;  it woke him up a little bit, but not as much as a cup of warm coffee would be for him.  plus, coffee does help him with his writing, it makes him think.  he’s unsure as to how, but it works for him.   ‘if it works, keep doing it.’  was what his brought hat said, encouraging him. he was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the click of the door and noticed the closed sign was flipped to say open and smiled lightly bfore he bowed slightly to the barista who opened the door.    ❝ -----  good morning. ❞

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@astraeignis

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「📖」 Slowly the young man nodded and looked to the floor, feeling embarrassed and regretful for attempting to make a scene. He understood it, he really did and he was the last person on Earth who would want to do anything that could harm the other. “I’m sorry, I was being childish, I shouldn’t have gone and whined.” He didn’t dare look up at the other, still feeling the embarrassment and even a little heat on his cheeks, an obvious sign there was a small blush of shame faintly visible. “Could you… at least… give me your schedule? So that I’d know when I can like… text you?”

he wasn’t annoyed or angry at the other being jealous or anything, it did amuse him a bit and he couldn’t help but smile softly and step towards the other, immediately wrapping his arms around him and tugging him close into a tight embrace.   ❝ don’t worry about it.  it’s okay. ❞   he exclaimed lightly, soon pulling away a bit to look at him.  though when the other didn’t look up at him, he smiled fondly and removed his arms from around him, his hands moving up to gently cup the other’s face to lift his head up.   ❝ it’s fine, dawon.  and i will give you my schedule. ❞  he added on, one hand moving from his face to push some hair out of his face.  he hummed lightly and leaned in to press a feather-light kiss to his forehead.   ❝ it’s nothing to worry about, okay? ❞