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tomorrow !

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“A pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart.”

— Teen (via menpale)

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soonyoung:

though he has never been the most adventurous child out there, the same couldn’t be said about his younger brother, who was doing dangerous things and getting new bruises on a daily basis and with the wish of continuously care for him soonyoung soon learned how to heal wounds. with a light and caring hand, his brother wouldn’t let anyone but young take care of him, and soonyoung always made sure to treat others with the same amount of care. he moves quickly through titus that, once again focusing on something other than the huge tension between them that’s flooding the room at the same time he wants to titus to feel the less pain possible. yet, soonyoung is surprised to find himself mildly enjoying this moment, his body instinctively longing for more than that, wanting to touch him again like they used to do; luckily for him, he’s able to use his rational side to suppress such feelings, preventing him to make a fool of himself. once he’s done cleaning and applying medicine to it, young washes his hand and only them he allows himself to look back at titus. “you’re welcome. i’m making us dinner.” young is not sure of what else to add at the end of his sentence, so he just bites his lips and moves to the door, “call me if you need anything else. there are painkillers in there as well,” he adds quickly before going out. the air outside of the bathroom is not nearly as heavy as the one inside, and as if he was being choked for a long time young takes a deep breath — who knew breathing techniques would help him so much when with titus again. he finishes their dinner soon after, placing two bowls for them next to each other on the table, soonyoung would tell himself it was because of the candles, but deep down he knows he just wants to be closer to titus and he hates himself for that. the thunders continue to explode outside, the rain falling heavily over them.

the moment soonyoung had left, his lungs filled to the brim with oxygen. there was nothing more suffocating than the aftermath of their relationship. as much as he’d want to protest, titus lets the other leave. another excuse to stay longer. it used to be easy spending time under the same roof, being domestic. the fire detector’s intolerable noise as titus sets flames to yet another pan he had purchased for ruining the last. the gentle scolding he’d receive from the other who would wonder when his boyfriend would stop cooking. the soft kisses pressed to soonyoung’s features as he tries to distract him from having messed up a romantic dinner. it was never serious with the two, they’d never really raise their voices in a way that hurt one another. only the walls they’d build would tear their heart apart bit by bit, unable to reconcile. wounds properly aided for, titus mentally curses at himself for enjoying the scent of soonyoung’s shirt far too much. one candle in hand, he’ll seat himself before one of the bowls absentmindedly. the expression on his face blank, doing his best not to wear his heart on his sleeve. anything but that. his focus moves to the scent from the candles, nothing pleasing but bearable he assumes. “you didn’t have to do all of this. it’s just me, soon.” leaning back into the chair as he lets himself look to the boy whose beauty shines even with the dimly lit candles. perhaps he’s staring for too long. so what, he thinks. “besides, you look like you need to eat more.” of course he’ll notice how the other’s face has lost some weight, he knows work kept soonyoung busy. “come sit, i’ll bring water and stuff.” was he being too obvious? the border between worried and friendly was thin for titus, he wasn’t really sure how to act around the boy. 

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jagger:

  ☘   ❝  you’ve  got  some  fucking  nerve  turning  up  here  ,  adonis  !  ❞  though  tone  is  full  of  jagger’s  usual  venom  ,  it  almost  doesn’t  seem  enough  to  communicate  just  how  furious  he’d  been  when  he’d  woken  up  to  usual  voicemail  from  other  that  was  decorated  nicely  with  a  female’s  voice  right  on  the  end  of  it  .  it  speaks  volumes  of  other  ;  and  it  probably  speaks  volumes  of  jagger  that  he’s  angrier  about  feeling  like  a  second  choice  than  the  fact  ex  is  trying  to  move  on  .  it  would  be  better  for  both  if  they  moved  on  ;  feeding  off  each other’s  toxicity  all  too  easily  and  making  a  mess  of  their  relationship  ,  but  jagger  knows  deep  down  he  still  loves  adonis  ;  (  yuck  )  .  words  would  suggest  that  door  is  to  be  slammed  in  his  face  ,  but  a  free  hand  lurches  forward  and  bunches  up  fabric  of  opposite’s  shirt  before  dragging  him  in  with  jagger  ,  eyebrows  furrowed  as  he  huffs  to  himself  ,  ❝  showing  up  here  after  you’ve  spent  the  night  with  some  gremlin  you  picked  up  from  the  bar  .  .  you  can’t  have  your  cake  and  eat  it  too  ,  fucking  dickhead  .  ❞

          ❝  what  did  i  tell  you  about  being  so  aggressive  in  the  morning  ?  it  turns  me  on  .  ❞  a  ridicule  in  his  ambience  which  quite  easily  riled  up  most  if  he’d  want  it  to  .  adonis  was  most  definitely  not  one  to  be  practical  ;  to  thoroughly  enjoy  life  would  mean  wreak  havoc  on  someone  else’s  .  pulled  in  by  jagger  ,  a  chuckle  slipped  from  his  mouth  for  a  moment  .  there  was  something  enticing  about  the  rage  which  sprouts  from  every  inch  of  his  ex  —  it  definitely  kept  adonis  lured  in  .  he  was  the  type  of  person  who  left  someone  with  no  closure  ,  it’s  not  like  he  himself  was  interested  in  it  .  somehow  ,  jagger  left  him  tiptoeing  around  his  own  edict  .  ❝  ugh  ,  this  shirt  is  worth  half  your  rent  ,  be  gentle  .  unless  you  missed  seeing  me  in  your  clothes  go  ahead  and  take  it  off  .  i  don’t  mind  sharing  .  ❞  if  he  was  a  bystander  ,  god  he  would  be  disgusted  with  himself  .  unfortunately  ,  this  is  the  way  adonis  has  shaped  himself  over  the  years  .  ❝  who  said  i  spent  the  night  with  her  ?  must  be  fun  thinking  of  me  and  jumping  to  conclusions  .  ❞  index  finger  gently  tracing  the  outline  of  his  bicep  with  a  mindless  hum  ,  ❝  anyway  ,  i’m  here  cause  i  missed  you  .  what’s  wrong  with  wanting  to  spend  a  morning  together  ,  babe  ?  ❞

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kim donghan for star1 magazine

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im so behind on drafts.. pls dont hold this against me i have 12..

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@tenderlovc

Say You Will (2017) Directed by Nick Naveda

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open to: anyone !!  connection: toxic exes perhaps...heh plot: i said i’d see you in the morning but the voicemail i left had their voice in the background.

it’s habitual at this time of night. the ache for comfort in his bed obstructed by his invariable decisions. adonis flashes a smile to the bartender, tapping the pads of his finger as he asks for another round. he’ll feel nauseated, but continue ingesting the liquid without complaint. adjacent would be an empty seat,  ‘ good, they’ll probably take a minute. ’  he thought to himself while scrolling through his contacts for the familiar number. several dial tones later and he’ll be forced to leave a voicemail along the lines of, “hey, you’re sleeping. i’ll call you again tomorrow if i can, but i’ll bring over breakfast. don’t go-” interrupted by slurred whining, “adonis take me hooome.” a scowl on his face as he finishes his sentence, “don’t go anywhere, i’ll be there in the morning.” and so, his words were spoken into existence. here adonis was the next morning, ringing the doorbell and hearing its familiar tune. “i still have the key, y’know, so even if you pretend you aren’t home i’ll let myself in.” he’ll say, leaning against the frame of the door, his infamous smirk painted onto his lips. 

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you said you’d call me in the morning but the voicemail you left had her voice in the background

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191223 Jun’s tweet:

오늘 LA까지 마무리 잘 했습니다 🙏🏻💕 너무너무 사랑해 우리 초이들 💕 한 달 동안 다들 너무 수고 많았어요. 고마워요😍 Thank u for everything CHOICE 🙏🏻 #ACE #에이스 #CHOICE #초이스 #ACEinLA #AreaUS #END

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new muse: han “adonis” daein

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the way he’s literally out for my life

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cute :(((

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kinda wanna fuck around and make a new muse..... perhaps.... maybe.... 

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