Infinite: tilted, a reason to breathe [L/Sungyeol, T]
warning: character death
AN: linking this here for archiving purposes.
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[original] [excerpt]
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WC: 3584
AN: so. about this fic. yeah. um. it was my first "long" fic which is saying a lot seeing as it's less than 4k and i've written so much more now...yeah. it just means a lot to me even though it could have been written extremely better than it was? i adore infinite and wrote a lot of fic for them, but i will always come back to this piece of crap because of the feelings.
Warning: mention of petplay, domme Tiff, boys for hire, boylove, etc??? there is barely any real sex...
AN: feat Tiffany
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“Turn around.”
Sehun and Jongin both start at Tiffany’s voice, Sehun turning round to look at her. Jongin looks over to her as well, eyes wide and bright. Sehun would tease him about it, about how his acting earlier was just that, acting, but Jongin currently has his fingers up Sehun’s ass so it can wait.
Tiffany is standing now, feet spread shoulder width apart and one hand on her hip. The other hand, the one with the leather crop clutched in it, is hanging by her side.
If Jongin thought he was hard earlier, that is nothing compared to how tight his jeans are feeling at the moment. He tries not to stare at the girl on the other side of the room because Sehun is hot and he’s touching Sehun and a leather corset with black ribbon and black lace panties and garters and wow, black everything. He should not be getting distracted by the hot domme because she is paying him to get distracted by Sehun and that is it.
“Stop staring at me!” Tiffany whines, breaking character. Honestly though, she spent money on this damn outfit so it’s nice to see someone ogling her. Especially while she’s got on her tall as fuck stilettos that are digging tiny little holes into the carpet all around her apartment.
Okay, so maybe spending money to dress up for tonight is overdoing it a bit. When she actually finalized this set up on BoysForPurchase.com, she didn’t know what to expect. She had been browsing the site for weeks, before she’d found these two boys and squealed over their cuteness, aesthetic looks, and general relationship dynamics. She even missed a whole day of classes going through every bit of content they’d uploaded on their website. Accidentally, or course, and with a hand between her legs for more than half of the time.
When Tiffany realizes how far she’s drifted into her thoughts, she’s blushing as she remembers their singular petplay video and how hard she’d orgasmed after watching it an eleventh time, she whips the crop against the chair she was just sitting in and snaps her gaze over to the pair.
“Stop staring at me, Kai,” she repeats, walking over to the bed in careful, slow steps. “Pay attention to what you’re doing. Finish prepping Sehun.”
Jongin is a good listener and Tiffany doesn’t feel nearly as stressed as she did before, this being her first time playing domme to boys she’s hired, but she hopes she’s not coming off as insecure at all. The image she’s going for is Total Chic Domme, so she tries her hardest to keep a steady hand as she drags the crop up Sehun’s back and then under his chin.
Sehun is breathing shallow already with Jongin’s ministrations and trying not to moan, but Tiffany doesn’t want that. “What’s wrong, Sehun?” she questions, reaching over with her other hand to hold his chin in her palm. “Why aren’t you moaning for me?”
Pause. Tiffany glances back over to Jongin who is busy fumbling with the zip of his jeans, cheeks darkened from what? Maybe for Sehun. Or maybe for her? Does Kai also like girls? Or just when they’re barely dressed and standing over him telling him what to do? And Sehun...not moaning for Tiffany. Maybe Tiffany should tell him what to do since she’s in charge? Right, right-o.
“Sehun, why aren’t you moaning for me? Tell me,” she singsongs, voice sweet as sugar and cloying, too. “Or moan for Kai, rather. I would like to hear you...you have a good voice.”
Jongin has finally divested himself of his jeans, shaking the whole bed as he settles behind Sehun and shifts his weight evenly. He reaches too quickly for the bottle of lube, knocking it off the bed and to Tiffany’s feet.
Tiffany jumps slightly, more her shoulders than anything else, and stares down at it before staring at Jongin instead. When he doesn’t immediately retrieve it she lowers her crop from Sehun’s chin and gestures down to the lube. “What are you waiting for?” she asks, voice dropping a few pitches. “Pick it up, Kai.”
“I-,” Jongin’s voice is stuck in his throat and he doesn’t even know why he parted his lips in the first place. Tiffany is hot and she’s telling him to pick up the lube so why hasn’t he picked it up yet??
The bed creaks when Sehun suddenly presses his ass back into Jongin’s crotch. “Kai...fuck. I need you to just-”
The speed at which the dark-haired boy moves to pick up the lube and slick up his cock is incredible. Tiffany rolls her eyes as she goes back over to her chair and leans back into it. Her crop is at her feet and she sits with her legs spread, one hanging over the arm of the chair.
Finally, finally, Kai is pressing his dick against Sehun, other hand pawing at his asscheek, and the younger boy is sucking in a breath to steel himself and Kai is pushing in with his hips and the mattress is creaking with the movement.
And Tiffany.
Tiffany is watching as Kai fucks Sehun into her pillows, with her fingers against her clit before sliding into herself and she’s peeking through half closed lids because finally this is what she’s been waiting for.
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WC: 943
AN: A LONG TIME AGO (may of 2012? probs?) a good few ppl and i were discussing hot sekai babes and tiff happened in a domme outfit and i promised i would write it JESUS I COULD EVEN FIND THE ACTUAL CONVO BUT NAH? and it is now almost two years later and i have done it. i have written it.
not as much sex as i thought but i can also write that later as a separate entity ayyyyy
((also the working title of this fic def wasn't twinkle bc tiff DEF was not written with sekai bc of twinkle mv ahaha no way jose))
Daehyun rolls over in bed and pulls his pillow over his face.
The loud calling of his name from the other members is disturbing his sleep.
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Hyuna looks out of the window of the train, not really paying attention to anything. She sees movement out the corner of her eye and turns to look at the stranger sitting in front of her. He’s turned around to face her and his lips are moving but she doesn’t know what he’s saying.
Oh right! She’s listening to music. Pulling her headphones out, she says “What?”
The stranger smiles shyly before saying “I said, ‘Sorry for turning back to look at you, but you’re just so pretty.’”
Heat instantly rises to Hyuna’s cheeks.
“Oh, sorry, uh thank you.” She gives a little nod before hurriedly putting her headphones back in and looking down.
Hyuna doesn't think anything of it the rest of the ride, at least until she's getting up to get off at her stop and someone brushes against her arm. Turning, she see's it's the same guy from earlier with his light brown hair and his own headphones hanging around his neck. He's smiling.
Tugging her headphones out of her ears, she says "This is my stop, I need to go," and then she hurries off the train to the crowded platform, boots landing heavy with each step that carries her away from the handsome guy on the train.
Maybe if it were still summer and she was still in a daring mood, she'd have stayed on the train and indulged the guy. Maybe if she didn't feel off because of autumn in general, she'd have stayed. It's not even as though she's in a rush to get somewhere, she just didn't want to miss her stop.
The hiss of air as the train doors close is inaudible to Hyuna, but she imagines she hears the sound anyway as she turns back to the train and gets a nice surprise.
The guy with the hair and the headphones and the really nice sienna jacket is walking towards her and he's smiling and Hyuna feels stupid that her heart is racing that bit more and this isn't some stupid drama. This is real life and Hyuna doesn't know who this guy is past his kohl-lined eyes and his pretty lips stretched in a smile as he beams at her like she's just what he's been looking for.
"Hyuna," she breathes out, thrusting her hand in his direction as he walks up to her and she didn't even realize she'd been holding her breath.
The handsome guy stops in front of her and she's suddenly very aware of how little she's wearing with her jean shorts, but she's wearing tights too and a chambray shirt and she's just never felt this self-conscious before.
"Hyuna," the guy repeats and Hyuna wants to tell herself she's not blushing because of this guy and it's just the autumn chill.
Laughing, the guy takes her hand in his own and introduces himself. "It's nice to meet you, Hyuna. I'm Daehyun."
He pauses to let go of Hyuna's hand and for two seconds she thinks that's it. He's going to leave now and she'll never see him again, but-
"I meant what I said earlier. You're really pretty," he says with a wide grin, reaching for her hair instead, "And I think this blue really suits you. It's cute."
blah blah they go on a date yay hyuna and daehyun
SORRY IF THEY'RE OOC HAHAHA I'VE NEVER WRITTEN THEM BEFORE WHOOPS
i usually do this on livejournal but i haven't cross posted anything yet, so i'll just do it here! under the cut!
***warning: there are spoilers below for Modern Royalties and all the other fic basically, just saying***
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?
um. fucking YES wow??? i only wrote one SNK fic which was surprising in itself cuz SNK what? and i wrote four EXO fics...the other five were parts to a larger EXO au, Modern Royalties. so like. yeah wow this is more than i predicted. i honestly thought i would write nothing or post nothing and wow. i did write more this year though...but only ten things were posted. i have a LOT of wips in my gdocs that i will hopefully get to in 2014 >_<
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?
ahaha idk if this really counts?? but there is kyungsoo/lu han? and junmyeon/tao...also like i said above SNK fic was surprising because i kept telling ppl i wouldn't write it and i did. i guess i gotta write more now?
What's your own favorite story of the year?
ahhhhh i don't have one??? or maybe...the gg two-shot? with the bold initials ahaha
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?
yeah, definitely. in the MR!au T2. having to write jongin being super emotional and crying all over the place AND calling taemin and pregnancy test wow. writing all of that has just been. it took a toll on me, i'm just gonna say that much. i learned that basically to write anything that is usually a very emotional thing...to write it without experiencing it...u gotta really put urself in the shoes of the character. u have to imagine it's urself but not? and u have to just write it honestly...
Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?
hehe also stated earlier, i'm planning on finishing a good amount of my wips...i have a wip list on my main blog and it's STILL GROWING and i hate that a lot but also at the same time bc i love writing i love that i have wips? to mean they mean that i am growing as a person and writing new and different (hopefully) things to share with others! my goal is to post at least THREE of the long fics i have started.
From my past year of writing, what was...
My best story of this year:
best is biased and i already said i don't really have a favorite so
My most popular story of this year:
Touch Me, a super short drabble of xiumin/chen making out and stuff. ehhhhh when i say i didn't get my fic out there this much this past year...i mean it.
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:
THIS IS SUPER BIASED AND SELFISH SOUNDING? but MR...it's my baby. my child. it hasn't been received well but then again i haven't promoted it very well or across the web...also idk probably the way i write it not many ppl are interested ahaha it's also sorta hs/uni au and ppl feel that is overdone so
Most fun story to write:
the gg fics! i avidly read the gossip girl series until the last two i believe? i didn't read the spinoff series of carlyles? i started watching the television show until it strayed from the books. so. yeah i love that franchise and i had experimented with it before on aniyoappa with b1a4. i tried it with exo this time and it was more fun since it was 12 ppl and yea wow i love those bc i get to google super expensive clothing and shit and yea. c: gg
Story with the single sexiest moment:
MAYBE PART 36 OF MR??? of junmyeon and sehun doing the do before the do. the oral do.
Most "holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story:
the untitled jean/armin fic. cuz i wrote it with jean not giving a shit about armin as they do the sex thing and. i wanted to expand on it and write jean realizing he wasn't giving a shit but i didn't and so he doesn't give a shit and i think armin was crying haha idr what i wrote...
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:
none really. i suck at character development type things.
Hardest story to write:
T3 of MR. it took four months to write it and there isn't even anything explicit i think? it was more...the motions of falling into like with someone that was hard for me to write bc i haven't experienced that in a very long time? so i struggled for awhile.
Biggest disappointment:
We Forget To Watch ahaha. i wrote it back in march or april actually then took it down and edited/rewrote some parts then posted it to the new fic blog in november and it's really just a piece of shit writing but i enjoyed how i wrote sehun and tao...
Biggest surprise:
jean/armin? 37 of MR. i literally only had like three sentences of notes on what i wanted to write and ended up with almost 2k words that i basically pulled outta my ass. and it's all secondary characters too. so.
Most unintentionally telling story:
gonna take this to mean story that is personally close to me? hmm. none? even if i take this question to mean story that turned out unlike i wanted it too...really none of these?
New year's resolutions:
i'm trying to finish three of the fics on this list. at least three. JUST THREE MINIMUM
Warning: genderbend (exo m), language, rich kids, excessive comma splices and maybe a bit of misuse of brand name dropping, etc.
AN: sequel to that Gossip Girl!AU from august???
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An extremely bundled up J was spotted hailing a taxi outside of Starbucks around seven or so in the morning, Burberry scarf pulled neatly around her lower face. This normally wouldn't be mentioned since she's always catching a cab from a corner coffee shop, except this establishment is a few blocks away from a certain League university. Though there was no young man of danseur noble material in sight, not even on the beautiful snow covered campus.
C and B were seen together as is the usual, though C was gently carting a hefty SKB guitar case along and keeping it taken care of better than his poor scuffed Varvatos. B was rolling his eyes and pulling his face mask back over his nose, obviously trying very hard to keep whatever snide remarks he wanted to make to himself. Tsk, let's hope to see those two in better spirits by the time K's annual New Year's Eve party comes around!
Speaking of K, she was tucked away in a quaint book shop, wrapped in a knotted jersey dress with a long denim jacket and some quilted Doc Martens. Really though, K? There is no way the cold isn't getting to her, but then again those rumors of her being from up north had to start somewhere.
All grape vine lines aside, T and L were actually there with K. Huh, didn't think they all knew each other on that level. L was picking through the shelves, occasionally bringing a Murakami or Camus back to K. T was sat sullenly in a corner, staring alternately between her iPhone and out the window at the snowfall. I'm not one to assume things, but a dear tipper dropped a hint of T having something more with a certain...J?
The other K, of the male variety, was at the east side of the Park, hurling snowballs and trying not to trip and dampen his Boss winter coat. Regardless of his attempts at keeping dry, he ended up in the snow anyway when Little J came up behind him and stuffed a handful of snow down the back of his neck. S was close by, laughing into his UGG gloves, flipping his faux mink-lined hood over his hair to keep the snow from getting to it.
Shortly afterward, K caught sight of the time, probably on Little J's G-Shock (courtesy of his mother's bank account) and was seen waving goodbye before rushing to the subway. S stuck around awhile longer before leaving Little J alone at the park where he apparently sat for another half hour or so. I guess he's done with logging dance hours now that he's part of the League.
Finally! A handsome J was found, dressed smart in Armani with an equally gorgeous M on his arm, entering the Waldorf-Astoria...possibly for dinner? Maybe they have a reservation next door at the Towers later tonight. Either way, M was beaming with her brightest smile yet and wearing a Sass & Bide piece with four inch Jimmy Choos. The grip she had on J's arm didn't seem too tight, not to mention she didn't seem to mind braving the cold in such a short dress, so I'm just going to keep my guesses to myself on that "it" couple.
Hmm, "it" couples?
Where, oh where is our dearest H? Spotted alone at the Panera down the street from her apartment in Lower Manhatten, swathed in a huge boyfriend cardigan with a handmade beanie pulled down over her newly dyed hair. The darker color suits her, but it does nothing to hide those rose gold earrings she's been wearing for a little over a year now.
Hopefully the wonderboy she's waiting for won't keep her little tomboy heart waiting too long.
so did santa bring you what you wanted this year? or maybe your gift won't be received until new years...either way, catching up on the lovely angel faces of the upper east side was enough for me. 'tis the season to take us out with a bang and bring in the new year right!
you know you love me, xoxo gossip yeoja
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Word count: 750
AN2: ehehe like i said before i've never purchased items from most of these fancy name brands and ahaha will never have those type funds anyway WOW MINSEOK UR SO HOT UGH
"it" couples???: kai/chen, d.o/lu han, suho/tao, suho/xiumin??? (question marks all around because are any of these pairings real anymore? who knows not me)
friendsies: yixing/kris/tao, d.o/kai/sehun, baekhyun/chanyeol (istg lu han is still bffs with yixing okay?)
AN: written after some award show where sm provided suits?
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"chen chen," minseok hums, lips half pursed and fingers tightening on jongdae's biceps just enough to turn the younger boy around and press their bodies together until the bathroom counter is digging into jongdae's lower back. his mouth as hot and slick as he slants it over jongdae's, lips sliding against the younger's and tongue slipping forward to lick dirtily into jongdae's mouth.
the breathy moan that tumbles from jongdae's lips is x rated and wanton, catching in minseok's mouth. jongdae's moans quickly turn into a mixture of stuttered groans, whimpers, and sighs as he slides his fingers through minseok's hair, fingers closing and catching several strands. his breath hitches again when he feels minseok's hands on his waist, smoothing down his thighs before moving back up to cup and knead at his ass. "mmf-fuck," jongdae groans, voice rough and rushed as minseok hoists him up onto the counter. his hips push up on instincts, smooth thighs colliding with minseok's before their crotches even meet.
minseok toys with jongdae's shirt, pulling it from his slacks and pushing the fabric up but not any higher than the dip of jongdae's belly button. he draws back from the younger boy for a second or two to admire how nicely flushed jongdae's skin is and how red and swollen his mouth has gotten.
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WC: 287
AN2: hehehe this isn't even serious, BUT I FOUND IT IN MY WIPS AND I BELIEVE IT IS NOT IN PROGRESS?
He is in no way prepared for who is at the other end of the 9mm handgun silencer and barrel. And in a Hugo Boss suit, no less.
“Long time, no see,” Sehun says as he cocks the gun with a soft click and tilts his head to the side. A childish grin spreads on his face and he looks almost innocent enough to further Zitao’s disbelief.
Cautious, Zitao drops his hands to his side. He’s still clutching the paper in his damp left hand. It’s strange that’s he’s reacting right now, that his body is heating up and tensing with anxiety. In his line of work, reactions such as this are looked down upon. “Right,” Zitao says, already stumbling over the words he could have chosen in his head. Korean still comes hard for him, as it did back when he first traveled abroad from the mainland.
“I can’t let you leave.”
Zitao isn’t surprised when he hears the words. Of course Sehun wouldn’t allow him to leave, because that’s what happens when you’re running for someone else and you get caught. You don’t get to leave. Not alive, at least. Zitao raises a dark eyebrow in question.
“Not with that information,” Sehun says quickly. His grip shakes slightly, finger slipping from the trigger before he’s reaching an arm across his face, wiping his forehead with the back of his other hand. He’s sweating, not profusely, but more than Zitao is at the moment. It must either be his first major assignment, or his most anticipated.
Sehun is about to lower his weapon. Zitao can tell by the barely noticeable tremors of Sehun’s muscles under his suit. The tension rolling off of his shoulders is obvious as well, flowing down his body and locking his knees further as the time passes. Well, maybe only to the trained eye and Zitao has been doing this for years now so it’s plausible.
“Don’t,” Zitao tells him, keeping still and staying where he is as Sehun fights himself. “Don’t unarm yourself in front of me. Not in this room. Not while knowing what I’m capable of.”
The warning is delivered heavily and dark. Sehun can’t decide, doesn’t want to choose. “Why, Tao?” he asks, index finger slipping back into the trigger guard. Zitao wouldn’t hurt him, right? “You’ve known me forever. You wouldn’t hurt me.”
Zitao’s face dons a curious expression, lips curling up slyly as he stares at Sehun.
Now that the words are out of Sehun’s mouth, he isn’t so sure they’re true. He hasn’t seen Zitao in over a year now and a year is enough for a person to change. Hell, a day is enough for a person to change.
“Give me a reason why I wouldn’t hurt a sellout like you,” Zitao murmurs quietly, tucking his garnered prize of a paper into his pocket.
Sehun freezes, finger firmly set against the trigger and his palm slick against the grip of his gun. So that’s why Zitao disappeared from the city and off the face of the planet, because Sehun had ratted him out. Swiftly recovering, Sehun clenches his jaw and speaks carefully and slowly. “Who’s the traitor here? I was only following Suho’s orders.”
It’s not even a second before Zitao responds smoothly. “Ah, operating like a little machine. Following the command of someone who has never even been in the field. Unfazed by the requests these men in suits shoot at you. Nice suit, by the way. Who are you? James Bond?”
The amused look adorning his face is quite a difference from what Sehun is used to. Jobs are not supposed to be fun. “Handling” people isn’t supposed to be entertaining like the expression on Zitao’s face is giving off. Extraction and expulsion are not games.
Sehun glances down at Zitao’s choice of dress for the night. Also a suit.
“You don’t even know the real names of the men you work for, do you?” Zitao questions lightly. “It seems you’ve also left my name as well, right?” Zitao ignores that he’s used the wrong word, it doesn’t matter much right now in his current situation.
“I-I know your name. I wouldn’t forget,” Sehun pauses and takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t forget that.” He has all but forgotten what he’s come here for. Zitao is retrieving something and he was sent to stop him, but everything he’s built up in his head, all of the things he’s wanted to say...he can’t remember a damn thing.
Zitao’s playful grin fades quickly as Sehun takes a step closer to him, the younger man’s muscles tensing slightly with the weight of his arm. “Don’t. I know what you’re trying to do,” Zitao tells Sehun, not moving a muscle. “Don’t come any closer. Don’t lower your weapon.”
The look in Sehun’s eyes is different. He’s…what’s the word? He’s distressed? Zitao can’t even think of the proper term to describe Sehun right now.
“Just shoot me and reclaim the information already.”
Sehun falters. His hands are clammy again. “Are you…” he pauses and clears his throat, “Are you sure you want me to do that? To kill you, I mean.”
“What do you think?” Zitao asks, eyes dark and locked onto Sehun’s.
“I know what you’re doing to me. I can either let you get away with those papers,” he glances over his shoulder at the door before looking back to Zitao, “or I can…I can-”
It’s a catch-22, Sehun realizes a little belatedly. He can’t kill Zitao, could never even attempt it.
“Say it,” Zitao instructs, “you can let me get away or you can what?”
Sehun hardens his stare, brows furrowing. Tao wouldn’t really hurt him. He couldn’t, even if he truly wanted to. He’s never hurt anyone, never had the need to do so, Sehun remembers. Every mission that Tao had back when he was with the Exodus Corporation was strictly without contact between the agent and the mark.
Time ticks by slowly before Sehun makes his decision. He clicks the safety back on his handgun and throws it to the carpeted floor, dropping his hands down to his side. “Go,” he murmurs, eyes to the floor.
Zitao grins curtly, shortly, before he resumes his passive face of stone and steps forward confidently. When he passes Sehun, his shoulder just barely brushes against the other’s before he’s reaching the door and sweeping out, shutting it behind him.
Sehun waits for two minutes before retrieving his weapon and calling Headquarters to report his mission failure to Suho.
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WC: 1120
AN2: haha i swear i write the stupidest shit ever. none of the plots make sense and the characters are all OOC and i suck at writing lolololol sorry
Warning: genderbend (exo m), language, rich kids, etc.
AN: this is a Gossip Girl!AU written on the fly.
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T was seen speeding to the Hilton in a white Audi. Hey wait, didn't J's ghostly bullet of a car go missing earlier last week? I never pegged T for one to steal hot boys hot cars, but at least we know we'll see her and the car around Barney's or Louis Vuitton before the end of the day. If we don't see her flashing her fake ID to the 5-0 first, of course.
There was a Little J spotting in, you guessed it, the dance studio. Ah, but it was the nice studio uptown with the gold gilded mirrors and dozens of Mendin pointe shoes hanging on the barres...maybe his parents finally found out about that week spent in the Hamptons with J? Or we could just pass it off as this dancer working hard for the Leagues.
B spilled coffee all over his Bvlgari tie this afternoon when C elbowed him. C's MCM snapback almost shared the same unfortunate fate of the silk piece. Too bad it didn't. Can't say I'm too surprised that these two handsome men have yet to find some arm candy for the upcoming seasonal event. I'll bet they'll find two lovely ladies later this week, if not before the end of the night.
I think it's safe to say M is definitely not worrying about midterms in her final year. Especially when there has been, not one, but two guys seen sneaking out of her parents penthouse, lax uniforms rumpled and sweaty, not from the afternoon sun though?
The ever young S was found in the same studio his best friend J kept frequenting the week before last, still done up in his bright yellow blazer, navy tie and all. J, as we already know, was nowhere near and S couldn't keep his eyes off of a mysterious brunette beauty working the front desk and giving dimpled smiles to every person that walked in.
Perhaps she is the "ever mentioned and never before seen" L that H never shuts up about?
Speaking of doll-like H, she was seen roughing it up on a soccer field in the city. Gross. Upon closer inspection, however, there was a glint of something shiny underneath her dampened golden locks. Perhaps they're the diamonds she's been staring at in the Tiffany's window for the past two years?
Let's hope those aren't the reason K's parents tossed him out last night. Something like "rose gold" and "two thousand" were some of the choice words a few lovely followers picked up from the confrontation and sent in.
Our lazy cat, J. She was last seen with her regular Starbucks and croissant outside of a corporate building, dressed to the nines in a flashy De La Renta piece. A corporate building? Isn't that a bit permanent? Dearest J, I thought we all agreed you were going to go with the flow...and stay close to Little J no matter what. Maybe his parents really did catch the two of them.
Ah, what of the long-legged K? We haven't seen her for nearing on three weeks now. Here's to hoping she'll be back in time to put her Louboutins to work in the Autumn Air runway show.
hopefully my followers will send in some of the missing pieces to this week's puzzle? you don't expect me to just let you know what's up with a simple handout do you?
you know you love me, xoxo gossip yeoja~
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WC: 585
AN2: IDEK MAN i'm pretty sure ivy leagues (or any universities for that matter) don't offer ballet degrees. i've never actually purchased any of these items or anything from these companies. uhhhh don't u all just wanna bang minseok. yah me too.
oh uh pairings, i guess: kai/chen, sehun/yixing, d.o/lu han
bffs too: baekhyun/chanyeol, kai/sehun, lu han/yixing
