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( i. ii. iii. iv. ) –– ❛ In this COLD world, I’m closing my eyes. laying down in bed, covering my ears. yesterday is today, today is yesterday, i’m only filled with late self-guilt. –––––––– Lee Taeyong | 070195 | 1/6 of NCT U disclaimer !!

[the-write-ideas]

Ask me "Are you ______?"

[txeyonq]

👄

✗ send one for a kiss.                     ( → 👄 a kiss on the lips. )

–– ❝ in the dimming light of their afternoon rendezvous, taeyong found himself staring once again, the force of his tense fingers threatening to crush the cup of coffee in his hand. that little habit of his hyung was going to drive him insane.

he had asked the older boy countless times to please just stop it - a pout on his lips as he begged daehwan to let him live - but all his protests only seemed to trigger it more often; was he doing it on purpose? taeyong cursed softly and shifted in his seat, discomfort coming off of him in waves as his eyes focused on daehwan’s mouth.

lick. lick. bite. his hyung chewed on his red red red bottom lip and taeyong snapped. he reached across the table to pull at daewhan’s shirt, meeting him halfway with a strained damn it and an eager kiss. his tongue snuck out and licked one slow trail from daehwan’s bottom lip up to his top, savoring every last bit of his sweetness and melting in gentle kisses. finally. this was complete bliss;the younger one pulled back just a bit, an embarrassed look gracing his boyish features, “…hyung. stop. biting. your. lips.“

[txeyonq]

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

✗ rp starters: concern.

–– ❝ “oh, come on!” a whine escapes the alpha’s lips, dark hues narrowing as he sulks like a big baby. taeyong doesn’t like being scolded, nor does he think the things he does are stupid; he just wants to have some fun, addicted as he is to the adrenaline that pumps through his veins whenever he’s challenging gravity.

besides, he huffs, it’s not like his body can’t take it. he’s a perfectly functional killing machine, for christ’s sake. “i don’t fall that often, you know!” taeyong rubs his bruised arm, trying not to look too miserable, “i’m good at parkouring. it’s just that i’m not feeling very well today…and i get nervous if you watch me…” he mumbles the last part under his breath, turning his head away in obvious discontent.

[t-yong]

Taeyong sincerely saying a message to his parents and he got teary eyed because of them

[txeyonq]

/licks your writing/

moans

[txeyonq]

⬛️

✗ send one for a kiss.                     (→ ⬛️ a kiss on the hand. )  

–– ❝ he’s gritted teeth and sweaty palms, clouded irises and crumbling self-control. it hurts, taeyong eyes the pale flesh of his friend and sighs. he needs to eat. yori’s lips are moving, meaningless words flying past a hazy mind and the ghoul can only nod, trying to maintain any semblance of normality as his stomach aches. being next to yori is always such a struggle and taeyong almost wants to cry. 

he doesn’t do adoration, but the look in his eyes comes very close; so does the urge to tear, bite and feast, but taeyong gulps it down. he tries to play it off as a joke when he reaches for yori’s hand, hues downcast and forehead crinkled, “…I have no idea what you’ve just said. your face is distracting me, hyung.”

the ghoul presses his mouth against warm skin, a flash of milk flickers in his vision; how can someone be so beautiful? so alluring? he’s supposed to hate this. to hate humans. but the taste that lingers when he pulls away makes his head spin, and taeyong can’t help but lick his lips. that was nowhere near enough.   

[txeyonq]

Send one for a kiss from my muse.

👄 a kiss on the lips

⚪️ a kiss on the cheek

🔷 a kiss on the eyelid

⬛️ a kiss on the hand

▫️ a kiss on the forehead

♦️ a kiss on the ear

🔘 a kiss on a bruise/wound/etc.

〰 a kiss on the chest

🔃 a kiss on the leg

🔶 a kiss on the neck

🔻 a kiss on the nose

[wergelds]

i want to f i x ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ

but i  f o r g e t  to fix ᴍʏsᴇʟғ

[taesyong]

[txeyonq]

@model-krystal ( continued from here. )

She cocked her hip to the side and rest her hand upon it as she smiled down at her friend. “I know. Me and my impressions are going to have me on the road one day. You’ll come to my shows right?” She laughed and sat herself down on the chair beside him. “How’s it going?” She asked catching site of the books on the table.

–– ❝ inevitable, the grin that graces his features is inevitable. how can someone brighten his day by just being there-- taeyong doesn’t know, but he gladly makes space for her, moving his books to the side - all plans of studying long forgotten. “obviously. i’ll be front row and center, swatting away at your admirers with a metal bar.” 

the boy stretches his arms, giving Krystal a languid look under long lashes, “oh, it’s great. studying the fire tetrahedron is so much fun, but I suggest you refrain from reading my notes-- unless you’d like to fall asleep on this here table.” his eyes twinkle and the ever-present shit eating grin on his lips widens, “i’m sure your life is much more interesting than mine, your majesty.”

[txeyonq]

“I’m just trying to help you.”

✗ rp starters: concern.

–– ❝ jaehyun’s reply came swift like a slap to the face, and so did guilt and regret as taeyong looked back into those practiced puppy eyes and felt his stomach drop. he’d rather throw himself off a bridge than hurt jae, and the vocalist knew it, but sometimes taeyong’s temper just flared, sudden like thunder and flames with nothing to reel it in.

‘i know! i know, i’m sorry–“ he grimaced, trying to focus on everything but jaehyun as the younger boy pressed the ice pack to his ankle once again; the mixed sensation of sheer cold and throbbing pain was making him very uncomfortable, and taeyong found himself flinching away ever so slightly, "but you could be a bit more gentle, you know. hyung is old and delicate.”

[txeyonq]

“Let me take care of you.”

✗ rp starters: concern.

–– ❝ embarrassment was written all over his face, taeyong knew it, and his grip on the doorknob tightened. his lips pursed in discomfort as he tried to ignore the heat in his ears; even though taehyung was a friend, nct u’s leader did not expect him to come running all the way to his dorm after he texted him saying he was sick.

“…yes. no. i mean.” taeyong cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to another, “you don’t have to, you know? it’s just influenza, i’ll be fine on my own.” and yet there was a fluttering feeling in his chest, a sort of delight in knowing the other worried about him, “besides, i’d be kind of scared to let you ‘take care’ of me. no offense.” but no matter how pleased he was, he still couldn’t be honest with his feelings.

[txeyonq]

“You could’ve died, you know…”

✗ rp starters: concern.

–– ❝ showing basic emotion was usually so hard for him; taeyong often had to wonder whether the timing of his smiles was right, carefully mold his face into a sad or troubled expression whenever someone would trust him with their problems (even if the distress of other people usually made him want to laugh out loud). but if emoting was such a struggle, then why couldn’t he stop this pathetic shaking?

he was a miserable sight, really. dark pupils blown with fear, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, but noona didn’t look any better. cuts and blood tattered their clothes, although taeyong’s were deeper and more vicious, gushing crimson staining everything he touched. even noona’s hand, grasped so tightly in his own slippery fingers.

“doesn’t matter.” despite the ghoul’s obvious distress, his voice was surprisingly firm, “you could have died. i almost lost you.” selfish as always, but his concern was frighteningly genuine, “maybe i should go back and finish what i started, so that they won’t ever touch you, never again–”

[txeyonq]

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

✗ rp starters: concern.

–– ❝ the confidence he wears like a polished armor is nothing but manufactured - plastered on his boyish face because he’s the center, the leader, the visual, but taeyong is only human, and the weight on his shoulders is hard to carry as he stumbles on the edge of his guilt.

watery eyes look to the side in shame and a forced grin twists his lips, “ah– yes! i’m fine! my back usually hurts if i dance for hours on end, so…” truthfully, it’s been a long week, but he’s never been one to complain. and no matter how miserable taeyong might look, jonghyun is always caring with his actions and gentle with his words;

his apprehension is genuine and beautiful, and that somehow makes taeyong feel even worse. "i just need to catch my breath. please don't worry about me, sunbaenim!" 

[txeyonq]

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

✗ rp starters: concern.

–– ❝ her strawberry lips are pursed - doe eyes a little curious as she glances at his skin - and taeyong can’t help but frown. his cheeks heat up but it’s nothing compared to the cinders in his hues, smoldering, blazing and wild, alight with unspoken distaste as his stare burns her lovely features.

“aww, are you worried about me?” the ghoul tries to ease the tension by giving the girl a crooked smile, pushing his hate for pity in the deepest parts of his unhinged mind. “i might have played rough with some punks yesterday night, but i assure you, their bruises are uglier.” except they’re not, because the binge eater didn’t leave much behind. just the warmth in his belly and some stains on the concrete.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

[txeyonq]

"Hello Starshine, the Earth says hello."

––❝ dark eyes widen a fraction, sapless interest tainting his hues even though all taeyong shows for it is an amused tilt of the lips. krys always knows how to make an entrance, that’s for sure. “…okay, that’s the cutest willy wonka impression i’ve ever seen.”