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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "sit still? no, bad. cause lack of blood flow, pins and needles— gout like your grandmother. family of astrid may have fetish for amputation, but hangyeol can not share the same sentiment." swaying with each word, rocking and avoiding doing anything astrid had asked; he only submitted to try reach the usb dangling before him. "feel like pig with a stick attached ... ironic, wish to see you spit roasted by pigmen of critically-acclaimed minecraft, i do. face like ahegao percy pig, but tits like cock destroyer. alive cock destroyer. not dead one. has decomposed like your menstrual cycle, i assume." grabby hands still begging to try get the stick, he stood still for a moment and let out a sigh. "pussy pictures available for download? fat flaps you have. clit could get a clot." with that, he immediately ran forward. a rapid speed considering how slow he often was. tucking both hands in firmly to his sides, sprinting in circles around the garden; heavily panting after twenty seconds. "wish for a doner kebab for dinner. order it, woman. will remind me of you as i chow— chow down in astrid town."

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆. "it's a birthday surprise, can you please sit still?" astrid asked, trying to tie a rope around hangyeol's waist with a fishing pole hanging wire over the front of him. "you can't reach this, can you?" she asked, attaching a usb stick to the end of the lure. she wagged the end of the wire, watching as his fingertips barely touched the plastic of the stick. "now—try and catch it," astrid pushed the male gently towards the entrance of the maze. "i want to see how long it takes you to grab it." a grin on her face, knowing she didn't need to tell him that there were lewd pictures on the memory stick, it would just be his fault for thinking they were of her and not random ones she'd pulled from google images. / @cinnamcroll

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "i'm trying to fucking wiretap, danny." aimlessly swiping between the stations, a deflated sigh fell from her lips. "remember last week when i was going around, cleaning all the neighbours apartments? i bugged them, so i've been listening in to find out their lore. give it two more weeks and we're going to fake your death, so practice holding your breath." pulling back from the radio after failed attempts, she turned to look at him. "we'll be inviting everyone around to look at you in the coffin for five minutes. after that, i'll pretend i'm having visions of you and unlocked my medium powers and we'll fleece them all with a séance— it'll only be for five minutes, so don't start crying."

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆. "you're getting on my nerves now," danny's fingers drummed against the steering wheel as they stayed stationary in traffic. "can you just keep it on one radio station? have you always been this annoying?" / @cinnamcroll

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "louie— can you turn off the fucking sprinkler? we're not baking a cake. don't soak the coke." kneeled atop the toilet lid, mari turned around to clamp his lips together; giving a shake of her head. "i don't have seashells by the seashore, so don't go asking for that." slowly retracting her hand to let him speak, she eyed over her boyfriend once more. god, he needed a muzzle. "i don't have a moments peace either ... who let you in here, lou? weren't you judging on roblox tonight? you're a bit blithesome to pass as a futch, babes."

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ "oh. oh, no. no coke for me thanks," louie said, holding a hand out before placing both of his hands in his pockets with a long smile. "i just wanted to be with you in this tiny bathroom... n-no, no ket either," his brow furrowed as the other continued talking. "what don't you have?"/ @cinnamcroll

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "isn't half the fun watching you get off your tits?" carefully reaching out, brushing a hand gently through her locks. "don't go putting it off, it's a turn off. what, you scared?"

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "did they stop when told?" voice dry, miri reached out and took rowen's glass. taking a large swig, gulping it down and releasing a sigh. "are you more afraid of being assassinated, or being an unpaid extra in a lousy porno? i can see the title now 'lusty, virgin chef walks in on taping of schindler's fist only to be cooked and not get fucked'. i think you should close the restaurant, rowen. the kitchen knives haven't incited any chopping it up feelings ... have they?"

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ "no one said running a restaurant would be so hard, gordon ramsay makes it look like a walk in the park. i saw a couple people in the toilet doing god only knows what and the only threat i had for them was... oh! i'm going to tell your mom if you don't stop doing that right now!" rowen placed her glass on the table, hands over her face. "i don't even know their moms. what if they put a hit out on me or the restaurant?" / @cinnamcroll

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         physically? yeah." pam grumbled, uncertain of what to even say. squatting down before abam, she carefully reached out to tilt his head back. "i could've looked after myself ... why get hurt for it? i mean, thank you." trying to not scold him too much, she tried to dot off what excess blood she could. "wanna come back to mine? i can try clean you up, or at least peacefully scold you."

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "we can back out. well, i can and just leave you to rot by yourself. i couldn't give half a fuck about your feelings at this point, jo." slumping back in his seat, a sigh fell from his lips. "if we're doing this i'm getting the bed, you get the floor and— no pda, fair?"

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"look. i don't like this anymore than you do but we can't back out now, you know that. we just need to suck it up for the weekend and then we never have to see each other again."

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         already dreading an argument was brewing at what he was about to propose, he opted to remain silent and let aurora bask in the moment for even a minute. tongue swiping along his lower lip, a slight sigh fell from yeonsu's lips. "can't you— couldn't you break away from your dad?" expecting feeble excuses and the defence of her father, he gave a shrug of his shoulders. it wasn't something he'd ever dared to bring up, but in all of the years of knowing her he was tired of the treatment towards her. "you're a grown woman with a good head on your shoulders, respect for people and— eh, you're not as dumb as you look." sticking in the jab to try lighten the blow, both his feet came to a halt. turning to completely face his girlfriend, he pulled away and tucked both hands in his pockets to remove any touch between them. "tell me, why are you so scared to branch out, be by yourself and live in obscurity? i'm tired of this shit, aurora. i'm tired of needing to play cat and mouse, you being miserable ... can't you just explain that you want to leave? you don't need to even stay here if he calls it too dangerous. go abroad, travel ... i don't really fucking know, but surely a risk is more fun than skulking around where you always are?"

𐙚‧ moved her body back a little to get a good look at his ass, smirking to herself and giggling when he swatted her away. maybe he did know her better than anyone. "can you really blame me? it's not my fault you're walking around with all that cake...and i get hungry," fake pouted at him as she spoke, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff. when her hand was in his, she gave it a quick squeeze and her smirk eased into a smile, just happy that she got to be around him even for a moment. she didn't waste time in following him through the crowd and out the back door, getting more and more excited as she thought more about the time they were going to be able to spend together. everyone would be at the event so they were virtually free. "i'm allowed to leave the house tonight," rolling her eyes in response as she walked close to him. "i just wanna go somewhere with you. i hate having to hide."

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         instantly being washed over with a sense of guilt at oakley's reaction to her teasing, a pout pulled over sena's lips. "it would've been useless information. i only know you as rawdog-song and it's always made me sing a song. damn, you should be my dancer." chuckling out to her own words, trying to reassure she'd never once minded; or not wanting to deflate his ego further. "i've never had to watch porn since being with you and you're the best i ever had, so shouldn't you be the opposite of depressed now? you might have the weakest pull-out game ever, but you've the best game in general." granted he was the only person she'd ever slept with, but— she'd still happily call him the best. after all, she'd never wanted anyone else besides him. fighting tooth and nail to get him to commit, her feelings hadn't changed in the slightest. "i might be a little mad, but you don't give yourself enough credit." stroking his ego further, arms tightening as they draped around him. "are you implying you couldn't beat up a borderline-pensioner, leyley? i don't need to start checking for steroids, do i? i'd say ozempic, but you haven't been looking malnourished for a few months." cooing out the words sweetly as his lips pressed to her forehead, she gave a shake of her head. "perfect is an understatement to what you are, oakley." her hands gently caressed down his sides, sneaked around to clutch his rear as she gave a firm squeeze. "would you feel more confident if i told you that there really is nobody else? hasn't ever been, couldn't ever be and..." humming quietly, she fell silent and rubbed over his rear. "...how would you feel if i admitted that i want to marry you?"

𐙚‧ "they never taught me that in school, actually," he huffed, pout appearing on his lips. "they taught me that porn wasn't an accurate representation of what sex would be like in real life and thirteen year old me was depressed for ten days. do you know how deflating hearing that can be for a little teen boy?" he answered, eyes wide as he spoke. of course he was being serious about this. he didn't have to even tell the other about how upsetting it was when he was just a kid, cause he was sure that she knew. "you just called me the dance kid without calling me the dance kid... should i be offended?" nose wrinkling up as he spoke, but pulled her body closer to his nonetheless. stupid grin playing on his lips the moment he felt the touch of her lips against his. suddenly anything he was getting annoyed about, anything he was pouting over, didn't matter. not when he felt her touch, her kiss. never been so lovey dovey with anyone until laying his eyes on sena and never wanted to lose that feeling, despite his past actions. "four fourteen year old boys is technically one 50..." began to do the mental math in his head before shaking it off. "you get what i mean. i'm only one guy, i can't take on four weirdly tall teen boys who wanted cigarettes and alcohol. are you mad?" leaning closer to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "all i want to be is perfect for you."

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "n-no, i— uh, y-you shouldn't swear so much, skye. i-it's unladylike ... you'll attract the wrong a-attention! i don't want t-to think you're— a lady of the night w-who pees. on command." whispering the words in fear of anyone hearing, a hand reached out to prop atop skye's shoulder; his own pathetic attempt at keeping her safe. fighting back a nosebleed due to the human touch, his entire body froze at the sudden blurt of laughter. "i c-could've heard him wrong! m-ma— maybe he was lonely ... o-or was missing his loved ones, s-so he wanted me as a substitute. t-then again, i ... uh, c-could've possibly heard him wrong." uncertain of if he was talking about himself or the homeless man at this point, both his eyes widened in surprise. "you can b-bake, skye?! o-oh, i really hope he's still h-homeless and hasn't found a house! w-wouldn't it be great if he was still there?! n-not suffering, but we'd be able to track him ... he s-said he loved a creamy hole, s-so should we make him eclairs?!"

brow raised in intrigue at hope's explanation of way oceans are a bad thing in dreams, crossing her arms over her chest as she listened to the other. "i guess you're right-- i've had dreams about oceans before but i've never realized they were bad... are you telling me you've pissed yourself dreaming about water? if so, your secret is safe with me." she was trying not to laugh at the sentiment, understanding that it was a very real thing and not as unrealistic as people thought. eyes widened and eventually burst out into laughter at his story, shaking her head in response. "someone really said that to you? we should go back to the shelter sometime and bake that man an actual cake... just to see how he reacts." / @cinnamcroll

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "if karma doesn't get them ... i will. c'mon," nodding her head and expecting tanvi to follow behind, she at least wanted to be able to jot down their registration. if tanvi wouldn't let stab them, burning out their car was going to be the next best thing and in kirby's eyes— she was saving the planet in the process. leading her beloved partner out to the carpark, she gave a shrug. "about five-thousand." humming nonchalantly, not seeing it that big of a deal. "each level you pay double the last, so it'd go ten, twenty, forty ... etcetera. i couldn't raise the twenty. faking terminal illnesses on gofundme didn't go down well and eh, banks don't give out shotguns like they used to." firing out her explanation quite cheerfully, her attention was on the person from before; scoping out for their car. "oh, i forgot! you also get to pay a yearly fee of like five-hundred which cleanses your sins, rebirths you for the new year and think of it like a baptism? now, if you ask me? it's a brilliant fucking deal. you don't get drowned in water and it's yearly! when has christianity done that for you, tan? i haven't been to the vatican, but i've been to our messiah's caravan park ... think about who really cares for their flock after hearing that."

tanvi wasn't normally one to speak up for herself, but for some reason being around kirby brought out a little fire inside of her. maybe it was because kirby was just authentically herself and it inspired tanvi in some odd way. hearing her question, she chuckled and shook her head, shrugging. "i'm sure karma will get their ass in one way or another," she suggested casually. she didn't even question kirby having a knife, as it seemed pretty on par for her friend. "measly lumpsum of cash?... how measly are we talking, kirbs?" / @cinnamcroll

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         waiting until clarence took a sip of his drink, she remained completely quiet. letting him ramble on, vent his concerns— she was showing none of her own. if he was as cautious as he kept reminding her, he'd have left; she knew he was a degree of interested. reaching out to take his glass, she took a sip from his drink. meanwhile, her other hand scooted further up his thigh. "are you implying that if i approached you with a bag over my head, you'd be doing backflips with excitement at the thought of some company?" giving his thigh a soft squeeze, she set the glass down. "thank you for the compliment on my appearance, i'll at least admit you're handsome in return." wishing he wasn't so uptight, a part of her wanted him to be easier; never having much standards or hope for men, they were easiest to have a hold over. yet, his resistance was only making her more interested. "i joined you because you look capable and i need someone with a brain. i didn't approach you to sleep with you, break your heart and— leave you moping at this bar like some other woman clearly has. no, i want to use you for a job ... considering your connections. connections i know you're desperate to cut ties with, hm?"

"by the likes of me?" he chuckled. He didn't dare ask what kind of man she thought he was; he already knew. The light touch of their skin made him look at her, and he couldn't quite figure her out. It bothered him. Usually, he could read people easily, understand their motives, but with her, he was struggling. Was she genuinely interested, or was she planning something more sinister? He looked down and smiled, impressed by her keen observation. No ordinary person would pay that much attention to him. She was more than a beautiful face; she was a beautiful rose waiting to prick him. The question was, why? He looked back at her and smiled. Sure, he'd play along. "it's a step forward in that direction," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "yeah, not just you. i guess i have a thing against pretty women who approach me. the most beautiful are often the deadliest," he said, speaking from experience. "i'm curious, what is it about me that attracted you to come join me?"

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         the stark difference between their demeanours shining, all carne could do was watch kitty in enjoyment. scrambling, fearing for her life, making excuses— all of the fear was only making him more relaxed. he'd been over this countless times, countless women and for her, in his mind ... she'd fill in with the countless other forgotten, uncared for lives. "you probably should." only speaking those words, he watched in joy as she tried to scurry away. making no effort to move, stop or even try persuade her; he was enjoying her like this. taking a single step forward as she continued to ramble, a hand reached out to prop atop her head. latching his fingers into her locks, holding her firmly in place with ease. "but, who said i was going to let you?" reminding her of her place, he tugged her closer by her locks. forcing the woman's body to his, he leaned in closer— sickly swiping his tongue over her cheek; only toying with her further. all she'd ever be was a game, one he'd grow bored of. "i asked you before on our first date and you never answered, so let me ask again..." whispering each word close to her skin, dragging his lips across her flesh; another quick swipe against her with his tongue. "do you fear death, kitty?"

she found herself unable to react or process the whirlwind of events unfolding before her. her mind struggled to keep pace with him, his mental game proving far too effective. clutching her arms around herself, she knew it was a feeble defense against him. her wits were razor-sharp, yet she couldn't muster a joke to alleviate her mounting nervousness. left speechless and trembling with fear, she wondered if she had underestimated him. recent encounters had been smooth sailing, perhaps lulling her into a false sense of confidence. acting on impulse rather than careful consideration, she now regretted her haste. attempting to retreat, her knees betrayed her, leaving her rooted in terror. she scrutinized him, praying it was all some twisted jest. but the predatory glint in his eyes, the way they devoured her like a slab of meat, sent shivers down her spine. "i should probably go…" she stammered, sidestepping his inquiry. "we've had our fill tonight, and our minds aren't in the right place to continue," she managed to add, a nervous chuckle punctuating her words. "i'll see myself out. thanks for the evening; it was… enjoyable," she fibbed as she cautiously distanced herself. "let's catch up another time," she suggested, already plotting her escape. "i'll give you a call, though i might eat a lot first, so you're not disappointed," she added, willing to say anything to extricate herself from his presence unscathed.

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "i don't care about you, but you're still here ... still a waste of air, still pissing me off more with each passing second." if his eyes could roll back into his skull, they would've. never having time for cindy to begin with, she was only amplifying his disdain the more his sister was brought into question. "my heart is calloused because of my sister. a sister i want dead, put out of her misery— s-she's ill and your pig-headed self is glorifying her?! go and fuck yourself, cindy." spitting the words, he finally stood up. giving into the rise she'd been fighting for, a hand shoved at her chest to forcefully shove her back. leaning over the desk, sparing no mind for the wood separating them both. "the only thing that is getting my attention is the idea of you gargling on your own fucking blood. i'd rather have no leads, die a failure and let her do what she likes for the rest of time than give a useless, self-loving bitch like you the satisfaction or joy of enjoying another persons misery." stepping around the desk as he spoke, he flicked the side of her head; half-tempted to punching her, only restraining out of the little humanity he held. "crawl into a hole, die or wait to be eaten by her— i don't give a fuck, but leave me out of it."

“who said i’m trying to upset you? it was a genuine question,” she shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. “you act like i’m some cannibal who wants a piece of your sister. i simply want to meet her. i’m a big fan.” she scrunched up her nose with a grin. “there aren’t many women with blood on their hands. it’s always the stinky men who get glorified for their sins, but never the women. or maybe that’s because women rarely get caught. boys are dumb, after all.” “yeah, yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes and waved her hands dismissively. “you don’t care about me, blah blah. you’ve said that already. listen, you don’t have to help me if you don’t want to. i just thought you’d be smart enough to work with me. if anything, i was trying to be nice since you don’t have a single lead on your sister. and there’s no quarrel; i was just testing if you’d be nice enough to help me, but as suspected, your heart is as calloused as ever.” you’d think she’d be scared of his threat, knowing how painful it could be. she still remembered how the pretty lady whimpered when she did the same. placing a hand on her neck, she smiled at the memory. “you think that would work to get your sister’s attention?” she asked. “i’m up for it if you think that would make her come running.”

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥       listening for the first time in his life and certainly during his relationship with nate, he listened. stopping as told and falling completely quiet, his brows furrowed in annoyance at the laugh nate let out. yet, he didn't bark. "i'm calm as fuck, but you're just fucking being a brat." murmuring his words, refusing to take accountability and lacking any anger, his lips curled into a frown at nate pulling away; a touch he instantly regret losing. "nobody fucking told me, but you want to be— i k-know you're desperate to be ... everyone's desperate to be." his ego remaining present, he always knew deep down that nate had wanted more. a stable relationship, a future— all of the things soomi refused to give in a bid to try protect himself. never letting anyone in, even someone as good as nate. listening to nate's words, the mention of respect, his tiredness it caused the smaller males eyes to well with tears. his head tilting slightly, a mix of disgust and confusion across his features at what he'd had to hear. for once, his sadness was genuine. far from a ploy to rope nate back in and keep him close, he was actually hurting. "you sick, dirty, fucking cunt." words laced with hatred, barely a whisper as the two tears broke free from his eyes to trail down his cheeks. "y-yo—," pausing only to reach out and forcefully slap nate's cheek, a wince followed from his own lips at the pain shooting through his palm not even realising he had such strength. "y-you promised you'd be there, care and ... n-not leave me like everyone else, bu— but you're nothing but a lying fuck. i ... i was right to not trust you." slamming his foot down, both fists clenched in temper. inhaling a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he gave a shake of his head. never feeling such a low in his life, such a betrayal he'd never expected his lover to have the self-respect to leave. "i did care, it's why i kept fucking coming back— and you r-repay me like this?! you fucking sick fuck." swinging a leg forward to kick his lover in the shin, it lacked the same strength his smack did; suddenly feeling too ill to continue. "the only respect i'd have for you now is if you drop fucking dead, nathan daniel lancaster." stepping around the male as he spoke, he took a deep as his eyes focused solely on the door to nate's apartment. "i never said this before, but— i actually think i loved you. i never felt that before o-or knew what it was, but ... i t-think i had it with you, eve— even if i was shit at showing it. i tried to love you. d-deep down you were all i fucking wanted, that's why i never cheated or left 'cause your ugly, horrible self was all i fucking needed ... i never expected you to hurt me." moving closer to the door with each word, his skinny fingers fell to wrap around the handle. "at least have the balls to piss off and die like i asked. perks are you get back in my good books and you get to see your fucking brother again."

he stood there, enduring the insults hurled his way. it was nothing new, sadly, a familiar sting he had grown accustomed to. he didn't bother to retort or say anything to soomi; he simply wanted to escape the situation for soomi's sake, preserving the scant respect and care he still held for him. an exhausted smile escaped his lips. he was tempted to pull his hand away; perhaps he should have, but he hesitated, not wanting to be rude to soomi despite his attitude. his mother's teachings about being the bigger person in any situation echoed in his mind, a testament to how deeply her values had influenced him. he let the first slap on his behind go without a word, allowing the other male to have his way, waiting for the moment when soomi would tire of his own voice so he could make his exit. "soomi, please stop," he requested as he gently took hold of soomi's hand to prevent another similar action. under normal circumstances, he might have tolerated or even enjoyed it, but not today, nor anytime soon. "apologize?" he questioned, letting out a laugh at soomi's audacity to request an apology. whether he was teasing or not, what had been said was undoubtedly his breaking point. he had endured much, but bringing his brother into the conversation and echoing the opinions of those around him placed soomi in the same category as them—the people he despised. "i am calm, soomi. it's you who isn't," he spoke gently, his hands moving to delicately free himself from soomi's touch. despite his anger, his actions retained a sense of delicacy. "who told you i want you to be my boyfriend?" he inquired. a day ago, such a statement from soomi would have been welcomed, but their relationship lacked a proper label, leaving him in a state of uncertainty. he silently regarded soomi, feeling remorse for his actions, but he couldn't continue being treated like a doormat, insulted at will. he had allowed soomi too much freedom in that regard, sacrificing his pride for far too long. it was only fair that he reclaimed what little dignity remained. "soomi, i'm exhausted by you. i'm tired of the theatrics, the mind games, and just… you. i care for you, but it's evident you can't reciprocate those feelings, and that's okay. i don't want you to pretend just out of pity or see me as some charity case. let's end this. let's do it while we still have some mutual respect left for each other."

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                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         already proving junsu's point right and melting immediately into his touch, both hands came to cup the males cheeks. squishing them together, puffing out his lovers lips— he leaned in to steal a quick kiss. "i did change, it's your fucking fault. i think you pacified me too much, susu. i'm like a fucking shell of my former self, so we should break up, i'm not enjoying being your docile housewife." never one to lift a finger, he'd always leave everything to junsu to figure out. clinging tightly to his lover, soomi's words came out in a huff. though, a blush rose to his cheeks at the kiss to his temple. "now you're getting too soppy, should i actually be worried you're going to fucking croak it?" murmuring quietly, a hint of worry was in his voice; only ever fearing the one person who mattered. "mhm, you better come find me asap ... i'm still pissed at you for not meeting me sooner, why'd you let me go so long without?"

꒰ * ｡ ˚ . ✧ ꒱ " we'll see how useless i am later, darling. " he says through a grin, knowing how his boyfriend always melted under his touch. his own arms wrap around soomi's middle, holding him close as he reminded junsu of how he changed. he chuckles softly, nodding, clearly remembering it all. " you changed too. always arguing over anything. now it's only every other thing. " he teases, placing a kiss to his temple. " i'd be empty without you.. i'd do anything to be with you again. but in our next life, lets not have crazy family and find each other soon, hm? "