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This isn't to give, but to share.

A bottle of this is worth a couple millions. And you can see from the bottle composed of diamonds and gold and platinum. Join me if you'd like. I'll be chilling here later this evening.

Yoojin instantly covers her lips with the back of her palm as she laughs softly. Her eyes darts and in focus on the exquisite bottle sprinkled nothing but hints of price tags. She gladly accepts it, holding with tender and care with both of her hands. Her head taps a generous bow, and showers the male with her sweet smile. "Fancy. Who am I to ignore such good company. If you can lead the way to your yacht sir"

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Being homosexual or bisexual isn’t disgusting. But you know what is disgusting? When a man finds it okay for two girls to be making out or something of the sort just because it makes his dick hard, but when its two girls or, god forbid, two men that are in an actual, well-founded relationship and in love, the man finds that disturbing and immoral and wrong. Now that’s disgusting.

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【 ᴅᴜʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛs 】 ㅡ sᴀᴄᴜᴇᴇ

Flaccid long creamy legs waving back and forth along the ticking noise from the irksome chronometer excavating the depths of the night, Yoojin sighed a diminutive exhaustion with a hint of boredom. She had been sitting on the tile counter for almost half an hour now – already finished three songs from her shuffled ipod, and even shared few details from the book she’s working to him. Throat aching dry, and head floating in tiny headache,her composure was slowly deteriorating and the image of impatience was already coating her beautiful face. She was this so close to elucidation of angst but, all she could do was to wait. Unfortunate that the almighty God didn’t gave her the talent to cook and her little personal chef had only two hands, the dinner that was supposed to be done in less than an hour was in nowhere in finale. Stomach crumbling, and head boiling from stress, Yoojin can’t help herself and burst into a tantrum. “God damn it, Sac. If you don’t serve that dish within an instant, I will eat you up!”

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"I cannot promise anything - but we might get into a great adventure if we start talking."

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Roughly, before anything could get any words, her red stiletto execute it's famous drum roll. The perfectly tamed body structure fashioned by the latest Autumn thread marched it's way to the infamous crowd, waving the pile of audience as she passed by them. She would offer a mystic smile; a hint of sweetness but with a kick of angst. Those party of eyes would flash, and them guys would battle for her attention. But little miss Yoojin will just flip her long brown lockets, floating in casual curls over her shoulders and bid them a quick goodbye. She has no time for that. Resting in demure before the other, she prompts her head on her palms, inclining her head away from the bombastic sound. "The usual - and make it stronger, hun"

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The early hours at the bar where her favorites. There wasn’t an obnoxious flow of drunks falling over themselves and having difficulty speaking their orders or getting angry when she had to ask what they wanted. There wasn’t those skanky chicks who tried to pick up high class men for a spin on the town for various reasons and that meant she could loiter and do nothing. At least until she caught sight of a patron and she had to put her game face on. Padding over from where she was standing the petite female stopped in front of them and offered a small grin. “You’re an early person. What can I get you?”

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When the people you confide the most gradually becoming a stranger to you and things you usually do before now seem unfamiliar— like you are a first-timer; the accustomed gentle touch that once soothed you somehow become an empty regard that you now barely recognize; voices you once heard that seemed like a sweet lullaby when about to sleep slowly turned into a disrupted hum that suddenly become a static, senseless and void. When you, yourself, is growing into someone you barely know. That’s the scariest part. When you get devoured by the fear you thought you could outrun.

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#24

24. What do you want right this second?

She taps her pink lips with the tip of her fingers, humming softly as she thinks. “A strong bottle of cognac, maybe.”

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*casually reaches around and grabs your ass* Thanks for the follow, gorgeous. (◡‿◡✿)

[`she hops in surprise, turns quickly and laughs when she saw her] I see you welcome yourself in my butt, missy.

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Oh miss, you're beautiful.

She burst into a small giggle, lightly pats the younger’s shoulders. “Oh— shush you’re more beautiful than I am, sweety”

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"Strangers won't see your secrets unless you lead them into" She softly said - almost a whisper before exhaling a chill breath. Yoojin leaps her face and stares at the dark starless sky briefly, pursing her lips lightly as she lets the midnight shiver coats her blushing cheeks. "I wouldn't mind helping you around - I have some time to spare, and walking is one of my hobby. My tour is free, so no worries" She teases and chuckles a little.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at those words, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket as his shivered lightly — cold came early this year. ”I do not mind other people having a look at my business, as long as I can still have my secret places.” He buried his nose in the scarf around his neck, his body still not adapted to the cold — Since jail at least had heaters. ”What am I doing here? .. I suppose you could say I’m trying to find my way around town. What about you?”

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When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give in to pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

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[`she hums softly in delight, her ears perks up from the sound of chocolates and strawberries] Most of the time, it depends on the mood. [`she smiles sweetly, clasping her hands together and rest it atop the table] Hm. I slipped. [`she chuckles lightly, and pats both of her cheeks] Shh. You're not supposed to know that, but oh well. Yes. I write books -- well, I only have 2 books in the store but I plan on writing more. [`puckers her lips as she ponders briefly, fetching the right words to explain her genre] Contemporary kinds - or rather unique ones. I don't know how to put this into words, actually. I usually just share my book when people ask what kind it is. [`she laughs softly, bows her lead when their orders arrives] It's fun - close to flying.

One can never go wrong with cakes. I’m in love with them too. [ nods her head once, letting out a soft laugh, following her towards the table and sat on the opposite side ] I lean more to the chocolate side though and may be a bit of strawberry. It depends on my mood. [ purses her lips before she tossed her hair to the side ] You’re writing a book? What’s it about? [ tilts her head to the side before a laugh came out of her hearing her story, shaking her head ] Well, it seems like she really would. Cheerleading’s never been my thing. I’ve always been scared of being tossed like that.

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dragonsgambit said:

I’ll come talk to you, but, depends on what kinda candies you got there miss, ‘cause if its the ratchet kind then, I’ll be on my way.

Ratchet? Ah-- I might have them in here. Hurry and check it yourself, mister. [`she giggles]

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Hanging in the middle of the living room, Yoojin twirls around and face him again. Her arms folded on each side of her waist, and her cheeks lightly puffs. "You should have said it earlier!" She huffs, leaning forward to grab his phone, and quickly dials for a delivery as she plops her petite frame back to the couch. "What do you like? Peperoni or Hawaiian?"

He turns to her and chuckles at her adorable antics nodding his head, “Go on and get your phone, wait you can use mine instead” fishing the said item from his pocket Jaehyo hands it towards Yoojin and pats the spot next to him.

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Isaac is a certified Otomen, but exteriors a manly facade for the sake of his family’s reputation and his mother’s health. He’s Seoul University’s Soccer Team Ace player and masters the art of Taekwondo. He could be the manliest, most respectful and gentleman you’d ever met. But at the end of the day, he’s a little ball of cuteness and fluff, waiting to explode. An Otomen.

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The girl sat completely still, only blinking her eyes when it was necessary. That’s what Sohee was used to. A doll come to life, only just learning about the ways of a human being. She observed her surroundings with an expressionless face, life just passing by around her when someone with an interesting aura caught her attention. Smiling as their eyes met, she spoke softly to the stranger. “Hello… could you please help me?”

How can I be lost if I'm the one that's searching? ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚

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