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beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger. (hyunie) 👀

okay, so hyunsoo is definitely aware he messed up. in his defense, he was trying to help so he fully had good intentions, they just... led him astray, unfortunately.

in his attempt to be a good kinda(?)-boyfriend (to be determined, still), he figured he'd try and clean the clothes elsie left at his apartment. (she has a drawer in his dresser, so... maybe they are close to dating? what does he know—) she did usually opt for his clothes, anyway, which usually left him cooing and aweing over how cute she looked. but it didn't hurt to show that he cared for her and, by extension, her things, you know?

it just...

turns out he has no idea how to read laundry labels.

he's fully ready to stand in a corner, face to the wall once he sees the sweater fabric in her hands, and again when she's beckoning him closer with her finger. to show his dismay and remorse for having shrunk her sweater, he rolls onto his stomach, equally ready to suffocate himself on the couch cushion. "it was by accident, i swear! i didn't know it had to air dry—"

actions speak louder than words

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cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs. (began)

it's not often that logan breaks. he's gotten quite good at keeping himself together, whether it be through pure force or dissociating his problems away. of course, there's times where there's just one too many pieces for his hands to hold in place, but it's never—

it's never like this.

he can see it on bee's face that he probably should've waited until his boyfriend left for work to fully collapse like this, but— he had a long shift, and it all just seemed to resurface old wounds that he can't quite keep down anymore.

"i just don't know what i'm doing anymore—" he groans, tears falling down his cheeks haphazardly. "i feel like i'm wasting everyone's time— it's clear i shouldn't be there anymore, right? half of them don't even listen to me, i'm a shit manager. i should've stayed in fuckin' school—" and yeah, the feeling of bee's hands on his cheeks is nice, but it only makes the tears fall faster, giving his boyfriend much more work to do. (and probably more than he bargained for.) "you deserve better than this, i'm so sorry—"

actions speak louder than words

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sender  playfully  tugs  receiver’s  necklace/tie/collar,  pulling  them  just  a  little  closer. (jax)

honestly, from the moment he realized they were a packaged deal? tae was along for the ride. two for one and they were both hot? pfffft —

so, yeah. tae didn’t need much convincing to leave the bar, or to crawl into their car. he didn’t need much convincing to follow them right through their front door, either! not that there was much convincing to be had. kissing, maybe. which he supposed was convincing all on its own, huh? and while he’s sure he’d be nosy about everything else within the home later, the only thing tae cared about now was andy — ad — alex. and the hot, tall one (jisung) —- wherever he went.

tae was much too busy trying to get whatever he could out of them to care about anything else, thanks.

the words on the way out of his mouth were probably a little too smug for someone being tugged around by the black collar sitting snug around his throat, but if that wasn't enough? there was a smug little smile to match. “he got a name, or what —“ but did tae really care if the hot tall one (jisung) had a name? honestly? no! not when alex was so close.. close enough tae could lean in for another kiss if he so pleased. and he did please, so he did! or he’d try — if he wanted a kiss he’d try to take it every time. and, to be frank, they were lucky he remembered the one name and that they weren’t both cataloged in his mind by hot (descriptor) one. he deserved a kiss for that.

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☹ talex

45. mild burn on leg

"it's really not as bad as it looks," alex promises, despite the gauze wrapped around his leg or the hospital bracelet on his wrist. "i fucked up, just a little—" really, he was just a little mindless, was all. it was late and he wasn't thinking, only because he was more worried about getting home and yet—

all that earned him was an extra two hours out, and a potential scar right on his calf.

"i was moving my bike after work so i wouldn't get a ticket, and my leg hit the exhaust. absolutely fuckin' fried me," at least he could laugh about it now— he couldn't find any humor in the pain when it first hit. but he was home now, having learned his lesson to not touch the bike while tired and rushing.

"ow, ow— my leg hurts," he groaned, teasing with a smug little grin on his lips. "c'mere, give me a kiss— that'll make it better."

well that hurt

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[531/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

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volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ . (talex 👀)

“—and when i’m sick in five days i want ramen from that place on 12th.” the very same place their current ramen was from, actually. but surely alex would understand, right? there wouldn’t be any heartbreak over tae not slaving away in the kitchen? tae was no chef! he very well could rip open a packet of shin and add an egg or two, yeah, but it would be shin. and he’s watched alex enough that he could probably manage something better than that if alex wanted homemade, or whatever. but he could also swing by soras, pick up a couple of bowls, and make it to his boyfriend’s in like thirty minutes. so. it felt like a clear winner?

while he did hand alex’s bowl off as soon as he arrived, tae hadn’t hunkered down right away. not that he was afraid of getting sick, or anything. well — he was one hundred percent sure he was already a host for whatever alex had. there’s no way he wasn’t sick, too. not when he had practically every part of that man in his mouth yesterday —-

but it wasn’t because he was afraid of getting sick!

he was just busy taking care of the sick, and all. not that it was taking long to get everything together. just a couple minutes, really. a few odds and ends and then he’d be cozied up beside alex. given — as he milled about doing his little tasks? his gaze kept drifting off towards alex, eyes lingering just long enough to make sure he was alright. did he need more to drink? was he really just fighting off a cold? did he need, like, fucking orange juice, or something? tae didn’t know! “and just because you’re not sick in five days doesn’t mean you get to avoid me —“ plus tae would bitch like nobody’s business if he was sick and it was alex’s fault and alex wasn’t giving him any kisses.

tae pulled himself out of his moment to finish tossing their snacks in the fridge and then tae was going after the blanket he had already thrown in the dryer when he arrived. he didn’t want it to get too toasty, you know? the path to alex was smooth from there, he simply made sure the lights were good (so he didn’t have to get back up, duh), and then he was tossing the warmed fabric over alex’s lap. tae was taking his usual spot right after, content to lean against alex whether he wanted the added weight or not. “—do you like orange juice?“

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❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜ (hyunie)

“you can call me whatever you want, baby.” it was most likely a very botched job at mimicking hyunsoo’s voice, not to mention her own tone was clearly fighting off playful annoyance. but, you know — she needed to find joy in what had been slowly turning into the worst best game of her life. seriously! before they started she was excited! but that was back when she thought she'd see some boobs, or something. right now? elsie was one more lost hand away from flipping the table!

not that she was, like, actually upset. she wasn’t! she was just naturally very competitive and losing anything she deemed a competition could get her shaking like a chihuahua. even a classic game of strip poker.

“can you at least take your shirt off —-“ was said with a grumbled snookums following suit as she tossed her bra right at his face. given — she went about this whole game with a bit of a game plan. elsie was trying to be smart. not because she expected him to wipe the floor with her (she did, she won’t openly admit that yet) or anything. but, again, because she was being smart! elsie had purposefully layered up a little extra, and definitely started with her socks with her first loss. but that was many moons ago and now she was down to nothing but her enemies (hyunsoo ofc) shirt. sure, he technically got all the good bits off her but she was nice and comfy in what was probably many sizes too large a shirt. though at this rate? she’d be tossing it at his head in the next three minutes, too.

unless—

well, no, either way she was getting out of his shirt, it’s just a matter of does she cheat or not?

considering she never sat back down in her seat and was instead snatching up her stupid cards as she wandered around the table?

it’s not like she was going to cheat cheat. els wouldn’t make any direct attempts to look at his cards! (she’d cross her fingers when saying so.) she was just going to sit in his lap! it was more comfortable, and all.

“don’t even think about lookin’ at my stuff, you cheater —“ kettle, pot, or whatever —

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um sorry for moaning when you stabbed me. it's been a really long time since anyone touched me like that

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180524 Mnet BTS Comeback Show Highlight Reel cr. 0613data

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im very normal about this

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2) our muses with unspoken feelings forced to share a bed and end up cuddling. ( soobin and dowon !

there was absolutely no way his best friend was going to move to the area and then soobin was going to just go about his business as usual. literally no way? sure, they had jobs and they couldn't exactly spend every waking moment together, but they could spend a good portion of time together. which more often than not translated into hanging out on off days, going out for a bite when they could, chilling on the couch with their show on —

sleepovers, even! given, soobin only had one bed and a couch at his place, and there's no way he was going to sleep on the couch when his perfectly comfortable bed was in the other room. and, like, what was the point of dowon staying over if he was going to sleep in another room? might as well go home! the only issue? where soobs could usually crawl right into bed and pass out in a few minutes it's been a few hours at this point. and he had no one to blame but himself.

soobin was giggling so much his stomach hurt and he nearly had tears in his eyes as they scrolled through reel after reel, tiktok after tiktok. and at some point in the hours of being laid out beside each other, laughter flowing and occasional debates breaking out from a clip? somehow they ended up half on top of each other for god only knows how long — soobin barely even realized. sure, his head was on dowon's chest and his arm was askew over his torso, but it was more comfortable to hold his phone in a way they could both see! and ... even if he did eventually realize it? he wouldn't say anything because it might just make it weird. "that's so evil—" soobin's words escaped between his laughter as he watched the video loop again for round two. they couldn't watch it just once, after all.

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“ i want you to kiss him. “ (jax)

it was almost too easy to get tae to follow along — more often than not he was too nosy and wanted to, anyway! so when alex’s hand slid into his and he was tugging him off to only god knows where? yeah, tae was coming. he might complain a little or ask too many questions, but he wouldn’t be digging his feet in. he was nosy and this was jisung’s house, of course he was tagging along!

but as they made their way up the stairs and those words hit? it’d be a lie to say his head didn’t snap in alex’s direction, eyes squinting as he tried to figure out what the man’s plan was. “me?” a soft scoff and an amused smirk found his features as they made their way down the hall towards the next set of stairs. “yeah, sure, send me up there so you don’t ruin your squeaky record.” tae was teasing … but he had no problem doing the dirty work and dragging jisung away from his computer earlier than the man probably intended.

and because it was tae the teasing didn’t stop.

he only leaned more into it as he pulled ahead of alex to make his way up to where jisung was no doubt doing something boring. like typing away in an email, or something. “m’gonna kiss him so good — come watch so you can be jealous.” and so tae can kiss alex, too. and then jisung again — and then watch them kiss. and then kiss alex. and maybe take jisung’s pants off. and alex’s, duh. and if he had to? tae would just unplug the computer. to be safe. if the kissing didn’t work, of course.

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[503/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

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[498/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

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idc (i'll definitely cry)

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my growing collection

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FROM, 2x06 "Pas de Deux"