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PSA !! hiatus until i find the time to be active again ... im focusing on college and writing books on the moments, its hard to balance everything and my motivation is down to zero.. im sorry to anyone who DOES enjoy our threads together and im keeping them in my drafts, but it might take a couple of months once again i am sorry !!

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this entire acc dead af bc im lazy and have no writing muse i hate myself !!

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gonna be inactive till this weekend probably lmao im problematic

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❂ , ☠, ♘ minae x moonjae

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❂; wiping blood off their face .

  MINAE & MOONJAE. wrong, it had all gone wrong. not once in park moonjae’s life had anything gone wrong. money, huge loft, drugs, a beautiful girl, he had it all. but today’s mission went a little DIFFERENT than normal, moonjae losing almost a hundred men on the battlefield. crimson liquid stained the entire surface of his features, dripping down onto his expensive (ruined) suit. faces turned everywhere whilst the man strode past, back towards the luxurious loft in the middle of seoul. keycard slid trough the door, opening it and immediately plunging down onto the leather seat, eyes closed in peaceful bliss to try and forget today’s events. it might have taken seconds, minutes, but moonjae fluttered his lids up the second he felt a soothing hand stroking a cloth against his cheek. the dried blood flaked off easily, and his own brown orbs stared into those of minae’s, thought traveling back to the exact moment he fell in love. ‘’how is it possible ? i fall in love with you more and more everyday, isn’t that completely and utterly crazy ?’’

☠; pushing them against a wall .

  MINAE & MOONJAE. he had his moments, moments of loving teasing towards minae, wanting to get under her skin as badly as possible. moonjae could be loving, he had his moments. this time around it seemed to have gone too far, watching a fire burn in the female’s eyes. it only took a few seconds before he was locked in between her arms, back pushed up against the wall. when on earth did they get in such a position ? it truly barely bothered the male, only a moment of shock flickered in his eyes before they turned back to their sultry hooded lids. ‘’you think you can lock me in ? oh minae, sweetheart, you are so wrong’’ interesting change of situations, longing to see where this was going to end.

♘; stabbing them .

  MINAE & MOONJAE. it was that very moment when the knife lodged in between his abdomen, that the world felt like it was crumbling apart, piece by piece and bit by bit. trust completely faltered, his own heart, the one she owned, stomped upon the ground and kicked against. how could this ever happen ? what had he done ? those were one of the last thoughts drifting trough his empty mind, gaze could do nothing but bore into that of minae. betrayal was portrayed on his features, right there for the world to see if they were watching. ‘’w–why ?’’ voice croaked, laced with that of tiredness. life felt like it was slipping from his reach and he was barely holding on, fingers grasping onto the last bit of hope. waking up would’ve seemed like a good idea at this point, wanting the nightmare to be over. minae, the only woman moonjae had vowed his heart to, told all his secrets to and trusted with every single cell in his body. that love was slowly falling, watching her expression as the knife tore deeper into his flesh. was this really going to be the end ?

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◎; taking care of them while ill . 

  JUN & BYUL. coughs muffled by the duvet pulled all the way up, small eyes peeking over the soft blankets. maybe standing outside in the raining for an excessive amount of time wasn’t the best decision over all. bags underneath the eyes darker than ever, sleep long forgotten amidst the feeling of coughing up an entire lung. byul felt incredibly shit, annoyed at himself for having jun take care of him on such a day. secretly, there was some enjoyment laced with the curt annoyance. on days like this, the boy could get babied as much as he pleased. with such occurrences byul got the confirmation that he only had jun by his side, no matter what. ‘’thank you for taking care of me– i don’t want you to be sick as well, but cuddle me please ?? i need you to cuddle me really closely’’

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Oh Sehun // Power 💪  // Inkigayo

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Chanyeol | Power [170910]

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suho - power 💪 @ inkigayo (170910)

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whO ALLOWED THIS???*%@$?#&!)*@#??

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170910 // jongdae - power

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[170910] Baekhyun x Power @ Inkigayo 💥💪

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170910 — POWER.

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open to; everyone

    blasting, the music was blasting, leaving a low hum ring trough the boy’s ear. people danced, drinks flowed and the atmosphere could only be described by one thing; fun. the buzzing excitement settled in his abdomen was only growing, a drink at a time. a tequila shot here, a jägerbomb there, everything felt perfect. going to clubs had been a frequent activity before the accident for byul, hitting it off with whoever was feeling it. the pounding music thrilling his body, the flickering lights, it had been exactly the content he enjoyed. but after what had happened, with all his memory problems, it was crossed off the list right away, pledging to himself that getting drunk every weekend was not the best decision and was to get right off right away. expect for today, satan’s liquid running trough his veins and mind completely free of any thought. the boy was stumbling around the place, ordering yet another drink at the bar with shaky legs. awaiting the arrival of his anticipated tequila, byul turned his body to scan the dance floor, only for his eyes to land on someone particular. they danced with graze and looked completely enchanting. hard gaze was kept, waiting for them to look his way only to send a sensual wink their way. what had gotten into him, nobody would know, byul had never been such a person.

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    “ yaaaah… “ the prolongued expression had a tint of playfulness as he bluntly threw a leg and an arm over the other’s petite body to keep him close. “ now you can’t because you’re trapped and you can’t escape. “ voice softening to a quieter tone along with a dangerously close distance between their faces.

  it only took a few seconds of spacing out for byul to figure out he was trapped between a leg and an arm belonging to jun, eyes widening at the sudden closeness between the duo. breath hitched, brown orbs staring into those of the one one holding onto him. ‘’i--i, i uhm-- i d--don’t’’ but nothing more fell from his lips, holding his breath at the surprise distance.

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i was gonna do some replies but i accidentally pepper sprayed myself now i can’t breathe

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commedias:

            taeyong seldom exhibits a short temper, or any temper at all really. his stoicism holds up even the most extreme circumstances. sure, he had his episodic fits during his youth, but he matured at an impressive rate. his childhood had been far too idle for provoke any strong emotions which might carry on to his present demeanor. besides, he saw people in their superficialities, in the way they got worked over the most miniscule manners. he knew better, allowed himself to sink into his solitude and focus on matters of the self instead. of course, it could be emotionally draining, but never stirring. he felt deeply, but not violently, like most people. this situation proves no different, not letting his emotions envelop him. instead, he coolly taps his index finger against his leg. the mimmeographed version of himself in the notebook appears as a phantom presence, someone who had haunted him continually up until this point. he woke every morning to the dull ache, the ghost of a love lost, and closed his eyes only to have it emerge hin his dreams. at this stage, it was only another reminder of what they once were, what they couldn’t be, that he only looked upon it with a bleak expression. ❛  it’s only one letter. it could be anything. it’s probably just a coincidence that it shares the first letter of my name, ❜ he waves his hand dismissively, the skin itching with the sensation of where the ripped page had once been. that night, he had disposed of the crumped sheet in a fire. taeyong recalled the tears which had swelled like a tidal wave at the sight of flames flickering. as a writer, he HATED tossing any form of writing away, no matter how trivial it was. even with his own, which he frequently criticized, he still let the compositions litter his apartment in a writing wasteland. but the page belonging to byul’s notebook was completely gone. he had thought it would be a permanent solution, perhaps their love dying alongside the embers. but even in the absence of the page, the words were imprinted in his heart and soul that he couldn’t just throw away as he did the physical reminder. ❛  maybe you didn’t need this one. look it’s still my birthday and i haven’t even celebrated yet. i don’t think it has to do with me, so i’ll be on my way. it was nice seeing you again, ❜ he rounds off his farewell with a melancholy chord. perhaps it had been foolish to form such a wish, byul remembering and all. the residue of the page had prompted his memory, nothing more than that. and the memory wasn’t a memory to begin with, only a vague suspicion which he would have needed taeyong to confirm for him. the writer had no plans of doing that, guiding himself to the door with hand trembling over the door knob as he made his departure.

  one day, one day kang byul would fight against the system rearing around his brain, the spinning gears crackling in his mind whenever a memory was recalled. no cure was yet found, but there were exercises to overcome such a disorder. never had the boy done any of those exercises, having them be refused by his nagging mother, not believing it could ever leave. during such occurring events nothing more was needed than a memory, a small piece of images or words popping up back into your brain. memories were such a big part of the daily human life, and some people did not own such a luxury, like the boy hit by a truck on his fourteenth birthday. selfishness was never there, he didn’t greedily try to take back the remembrance of occasions, conversations and everything else. but during times like these, when anxiety ran high and energy ran low, they were appreciated. something, ANYTHING could help to fit the puzzle back together, but no one was giving him those pieces. ‘’do you think ? it’s right after your page, it must have been about you’’ but words faltered, left in open air to drift around. his neighbor was leaving, like everyone did. crazy, is what could be roaming trough the man’s brain. how crazy byul had been for losing his mind over a mere birthday. but oh how familiar taeyong looked whenever he saw him cross the hall, how his physique kept reminding him of something stuck between those very spinning gears. something had been going on, and the entire world was blocking him from knowing. backs were turned, hushed whispers so byul could not hear, was kept from him. as soon as the man tried to leave, a shaky noise fell from parted lips, eyes never meeting those of his neighbor. ‘’you might think i’m insane right ? you don’t believe me, the words i say you dismiss them as insanity, craziness-- i don’t blame you’’ voice soft, the softest of smiles grazing his full lips. ‘’but i don’t think you have no clue what i’m talking about; you know something, i am sure of it’’ it was a suspicion that had run for longer than just today, always in the back of his mind. ‘’something happened between us, didn’t there ? did we fight, or did we lose our friendship ? what was it taeyong, can’t you help me figure it out ?’’ that same smile was kept, yet the watery liquid threatening to slide down his cheeks replaced the entire mood. ‘’i’m losing my fucked up mind over here, no one is telling me what happened, why i keep feeling like i went trough some sort of heartbreak in the past-- you seem to fit the puzzle of that one memory that replays over and over in front of me-- please, tell me what happened between us’’