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ð ð ðšð°ð§ ðð«ðð²ð¬ðšð§ ððšð±/ðð¡ððš ðð¢ððš ððð§ ðð§ð ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§! ðð¡ðð² ðð«ð ðð¡ðð«ððððð«ð¬ ðšð ðŠð² ðð«ðððð¢ðšð§ ðð«ðšðŠ ðŠð² ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððšð«ð² ðð§ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð ð²ðšð® ðð¢ð ð§ðšð ððšð©ð² ðð¡ððŠ.
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðððð¢ðšð§: âð ðð¡ð¢ð§ð€ ð²ðšð® ð¥ðšð¬ð ð²ðšð®ð« ð®ð§ððð«ð°ððð« ð¬ðšðŠðð°ð¡ðð«ð.â ðð«ðšðŠ @creativepromptsforwriting'ð¬ ð©ð«ðšðŠð©ð ð¥ð¢ð¬ð ðð§ð âððšð® ð¥ðšðšð€ ð¬ðš ð©ð«ðððð² ð°ð¡ðð§ ð²ðšð® ðð«ð².â @ahoeformando'ð¬ ð©ð«ðšðŠð©ð ð¥ð¢ð¬ð!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
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It had almost been half a year of Grey and Jooheon dating, a little less and Greysonâs 25th birthday was coming up and he had plans for an early birthday gift. âJoo.~ My little love! Where are you!~â Jooheon was eating a bowl of ramen for dinner looking up from his bowl and he gave Greyson a raised eyebrow. He finished the noodles in his mouth before speaking eyebrows furrowed.Â
âIâm not little- Iâm only like 4 inches shorter than you.â He grumbled taking a piece of pork belly into his mouth as he eyed him over. âOne day Iâm going to get taller than you if you keep saying stuff like that.â Grey just scoffed and rolled his eyes before remembering what he was there for and bounced on his toes.Â
âYeah. Yeah. I have a request to ask of you.~â He grinned and Joo wrinkled his nose more.
âNo.â He said with finality as he got up and put his bowl in the kitchen sink making a mental note to wash it later. Grey whined as he followed behind his boyfriend.Â
âYou didnât even hear my request!â He pouts and Joo shrugs, walking past his taller boyfriend and into the olderâs room. Grey followed the whole time and laid on top of his younger boyfriend and pouted big at him. âPleaseeee!â he whined refusing to get off of him until Jooheon groaned and rolled his eyes.
âFine you big baby-.â Grey let out a tiny squeal, hoping off of him and running to his closet and pulling out a bag. He rummaged through it while Joo sat up eyeing him a little.
âAlright, close your eyes.~â Rolling his eyes again he covered his eyes and waited to be told whatever Greyson wanted. âOkay! Open them.~â He giggled while Jooâs jaw dropped. Greyson was holding a pair of fake dog ears and tail butt plug. Coming back to his senses Jooheon shook his head quickly and wrapped himself in the blankets.Â
âNo. Your birthday isnât even today.â He whined again sitting next to him and shaking him a little.Â
âJoooo! Please! Itâs an early birthday gift slash request! Please!â He begged, shaking his boyfriend who looked just about ready to commit a severe crime. âIâll do anything. Iâll give you whatever you want. Please baby! I wonât ask for this ever again. Even though I know youâll end up liking itâŠâ He muttered the last part under his breath giving Jooheon the biggest innocent smile. He got started down for a second before the shorter rolled his eyes and started getting up.
âFine, you fucking bitch.â He muttered, snatching the stuff from Greysonâs hand and said man doing a little happy dance before stopping the younger and handing him the bag.Â
âThis too.~â He eyed the bag snatching it too, stomping off to the bathroom to change. Greyson laid down on the bed chewing on his bottom lip as he waited. After about an hour of Jooheon complaining to himself in the bathroom before coming back into the room.
âSleep with one eye open.â He said seriously Grey looking up from his phone at the sound of his boyfriendâs deep voice. He processed what he saw and bit his bottom lip, a smile stretching on his face as he shamelessly racked his eyes over Jooheonâs body. Jooheon was wearing a white dress that stopped half way up his fishnet clad thighs. The dress was strapless showing off his shoulders, arms and the collar around Jooheonâs neck. His hair was up in a ponytail, dog ears sitting on the top of his head, the dog tail in his hand. âYou have some weird fantasies, old man.â He said, crossing his arms while Grey sat up on his bed. Ignoring his words he bites his bottom lip more sitting on the edge of his bed.
âDamn I picked the right man to marry. You look fucking good.â He said, tugging him to stand in between his legs and squeezed the youngerâs thighs.
âDamn right I look good.â Jooheon grumbled fighting the smile that wanted to spread on his lips. Greyson snorted lightly and shook his head looking up at him. Jooheon ran his fingers through his jet black hair and raised his brows. âAlso, Marry huh?â He asked playfully, shivering as Greysonâs hands went up the skirt of his dress, caressing the backs of them. Joo let out a small sound, his thighs being his weak spot the dragon breed knowing that fact really well.Â
âMhm.~ I decided from Day One I was going to marry you. And by how you look right now Iâm damn sure not letting anyone else have you.â He looked him in the eyes seriously while Jooheon snorted and shook his head.
âYeah?â Greyson nodded his head, pressing kisses to the side of Jooâs neck. âThen Iâll be waiting for a ring, hm.~â He teased a small groan leaving his lips, his hands trailing up Jooheonâs thighs not stopping his attack on the other manâs neck letting purple bruises blossom along the exposed skin. The brunette melted feeling pleasure over taking him before he shook his head. He pressed his index finger on Greyâs forehead pushing his head back slightly. âI donât think you wanted me to dress like this just to kiss and feel me up.â Jooheon said while raising his brows and Grey smiled big up at him.Â
âSo observant.~â He teased taking the plug from Jooheonâs hand and playing with it a little. âWhy didn't you put it in?â Jooheon shrugged as he poked his nose lightly and smiled.
âI thought you would want to put it in yourself.â He mused Greyson grinning wider playing with the plug before he patted Jooâs cheek.Â
âYouâre so good to me.â He teased, pressing one last deep and slow kiss to the youngerâs lips before standing up. âAlright now go lay down, Iâll put it in you and we can start from there.â Humming and nodding Jooheon laid down as instructed spreading his legs open for Greyson slightly biting his bottom lip. Grey climbed onto the bed getting in between his legs and hiking up his skirt. âYou look good in these, shame I have to take them off.â He pouted playfully toying with the red lacy underwear Grey had given him along with the outfit. It was one of Greysonâs favorite colors and he loved seeing Jooheon in it. His fingers trailed along the youngerâs hardening cock, said man letting out a whine and shudder. Hooking his fingers on the waistband of the underwear he tugged it down letting Jooâs cock spring out. He played with the piercing on his cock, tugging the red fabric completely off.Â
Jooheon bucked his hips up into Greyâs hand letting out another whine before a groan left him when Greyâs hand pulled away. âAlready so needy and I havenât even touched you baby.â Jooheon huffed, rolling his eyes a bit letting out a little gasp when the plug was pushed into his hole. Joo gripped onto his biceps a couple small moans leaving his lips when Grey started moving the plug in and out. Jooheon groaned when Greyson also stopped his motions, taking his pleasure away again and leaving the plug in him.
âThis is my birthday, I should be getting pleasure first.â The older said with a fake pout before grinning at Jooheonâs eye roll. He pressed a quick kiss to Jooâs lips and moved to flip them over. Jooheon straddled him leaning forward and nipping his ear and trailing kisses along his neck. He made sure to leave hickies as he went down small muffled sounds leaving the dragonâs lips.Â
âYou better start making more noise babe or Iâm stopping.~â Joo teased, hands trailing under Greyâs shirt and tugging it a bit. âThis has to go.â He hummed and started to pull it off Greyson moving his arms up to make it easier for him. He instantly went to attack the new exposed skin, his hands running up his chest and playing with his nipple piercings. He took one of them into his mouth, tongue running over them while Greyson let out louder groans to appease his boyfriend. Running his thumb along his other nipple, trailing his hand to the ravenetteâs sweats and tugging them down. âThese have to go too.â He mused his lips trailing down his heavily tattooed chest pants fully being pulled off. Joo pressed open mouth kisses to Greyâs clothed cock humming softly against it, a tiny smirk spreading on his lips as Grey whined.
âYouâre just teasing me now, love.â He said through small pants and whined his fingers tangled into his chocolate brown hair. âI would think by now you would have put it to some good use.~ After all you like having things in that pretty mouth.â He took his other hand, tilting Jooheonâs face up pushing his thumb into his mouth. Giving the older male an intense stare he sucked on his thumb his hand making work of taking off his boxers. He licked his lips staring into Jooheonâs eyes, a moan leaving his lips as Jooâs hands wrapped around his cock and started stroking him. His thumb ran along his cockâs head, playing with the slit lightly biting down on the olderâs thumb.Â
âFuck.â He moaned Jooheon pulling his thumb out of his mouth with a pop and instantly going to work on taking Greyâs cock into his mouth. The grip on Jooheonâs hair tightened as the younger started bobbing his head up and down along his length. His tongue traced patterns on the underside of his cock Greysonâs moans filling up the room with every bob of his head. Greysonâs other hand tangled into his hair, hips thrusting up into Jooheonâs mouth. Jooheon gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. He whined continuing to suck him off while Greyson fucked his mouth. Joo held onto Greyâs hips, drool starting to drip down the sides of his cock. The older manâs head fell back, a loud moan falling from his lips as his hips stuttered getting closer to his release. He stopped his movements, shuddering when he pulled out of Jooheonâs mouth. âWant to cum inside you baby.â He groaned out pulling Joo up to straddle him, gripping his thighs pressing his lips against Jooheonâs swollen lips.Â
Grey pulled away patting his thigh and motioning him to move. âOn your back again puppy.~â The brunette nodded his head and followed the dragon breedâs orders going on his back and waiting for his next order. âSo pretty for me.â Greyson muttered under his breath, opening Jooâs legs and gripping onto his thighs. He slowly started pulling out the plug tossing it somewhere before pushing his cock into him with no warning.
âShit.â The younger hissed, back arching a bit as Grey started up a fast pace stroking Jooheonâs cock, it bright red and leaking begging for attention. âFuck Grey! Feels good.â He moaned heading falling back and louder moan leaving his parted lips when Grey wrapped his hand around his neck squeezing slightly.
âI want you to call me that pretty name you called me last time we fucked.~â He mused while Joo whined and shook his head.
âNo. It was just a one off thing. FuckâŠI wasnât supposed toâŠâ He moaned out feeling Greysonâs thrust get harder before he completely stopped. The brunette let out a sound of distaste about complaining and made a sassy comment until he was flipped onto his stomach.Â
âArch your back.â Grey ordered more stern, pushing back in when the younger listened to him. He picked up his pace again, hands gripping on to his hips as he spoke again. âSay it or I wonât let you cum.â Jooheon shook his head again, whining as Grey inched him closer before taking it away again. Tears brimmed Jooheonâs eyes trying to wiggle his hips or do something to get the much needed friction he was craving. Grey held his hips still in a steel grip causing the younger to sniffle tears starting to fall at the sudden frustration he was having.
âGrey please.â
âNot until you say what I want you to say.â Gripping onto the sheets and chewing on his bottom lip the brunette slowly started giving in to the olderâs request.
âPlease Master. I want to cum so badly you make me feel so good.â He begged small sobs leaving him since he knew Grey wasnât joking about leaving him high and dry. The dragon grinned in triumph.
âMy good little cock hungry puppy.â He groaned, setting his pace again. More tears ran down his face as he started to moan and let out inconsistencies, feeling as every thrust of the manâs hips became deeper and harder. Greyson took the youngerâs ponytail in his hand pulling it on it harshly, a loud gasp and moan coming out of the younger, and forcing Jooheon to look at himself in the mirrors that adorned his closet doors. âYou look so pretty when you cry.â Jooheon went dumb feeling his high coming closer and closer to Greyson's words pushing him closer to that edge. âSuch a cock hungry bitch. Just begging to be fucked and bred by his Master. Right my little puppy?~â He said puppy with a sickeningly sweet tone causing the younger to whine but nod.
âYes Master. So hungry for your cock. Fuck. Wanna be bred by you.â His eyes rolled back gripping the sheets as he yelled. âPlease. Please. I want to cum. Iâm so close.â He begged, pushing his hips back looking at Grey through the mirror with teary lust covered eyes.Â
âGo ahead puppy. Play with yourself, cum for Master.â Grey encouraged feeling his own high come, moaning when Joo moved to stroke his cock, thighs shaking before cumming onto the sheets below him shaking and whimpering as Grey kept going.Â
âHurts.â He whimpered into the sheets, Grey petting his hair gently.
âAlmost there puppy, going to cum and fill you with my cum.â A couple last thrust and Greyson came. Joo let out a small moan at the feeling of being filled.Â
The only thing that could be heard in the room was each of their heavy breaths as they tried to recollect themselves. Greyson carefully moved Joo to lay on top of him. He pressed soft kisses to his head praising him on how good he did.
Once he gained some of his strength back Joo took the ears and collar and threw them in the floor with a huff while his boyfriend laughed into his hand. âYou canât lie and say you didnât like it.â Jooheon just mocked him, laying his head on Greyâs chest and traced along his tattoos. Playfully rolling his eyes, the older leaned over and pulled a box of cigarettes and a lighter from the side table. He lit it taking a puff letting the smoke out from his nose and mouth before holding the end up to his boyfriendâs lips. Taking in a puff Jooheon starts speaking again.
âCan we take a bathâŠthese fishnets and the dress are getting itchy and Iâm sweaty-â He grumbled out complaints. He took a look around to find his discarded underwear, Greyson making a little comment as he watched his boyfriend.Â
âI think you lost your underwear somewhere.â He snorted as the younger slapped his chest. He sat up, Joo whining a little until Grey put out the cigarette on Jooâs thigh. Said man bit back a moan and slapped the laughing manâs chest. âWhat have I told you about doing that?!â Grey hummed as he picked him up, wrapping his legs around his waist and holding him up by his thighs.Â
âHmâŠto keep doing it cause my lovely husband likes it.~â
âYou arenât allowed to call me husband till you put a ring on my finger.â Jooheon huffed, wrapping his arms around Greyâs neck and nuzzling his face into the side of it.
âIâll make sure you get the biggest and most expensive ring there is. And Iâll make sure your name goes from Kim Jooheon to Zhao Jooheon.â He kissed his forehead walking towards the bathroom. âYou want bubbles?â
âChinese last name? What happened to not liking it?â He raises his brows before nodding. âMhm, yes please. And a bottle of whisky.â Grey shrugged, humming when he felt Jooâs fingers running through his hair.
âAnd wine?â
âRed please.â
âAnything for you.â
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ð ð ðšð°ð§ ðð«ðð²ð¬ðšð§ ððšð±/ðð¡ððš ðð¢ððš ððð§ ðð§ð ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§! ðð¡ðð² ðð«ð ðð¡ðð«ððððð«ð¬ ðšð ðŠð² ðð«ðððð¢ðšð§ ðð«ðšðŠ ðŠð² ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððšð«ð² ðð§ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð ð²ðšð® ðð¢ð ð§ðšð ððšð©ð² ðð¡ððŠ.
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
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It was a down day for both Jooheon and Greyson, they didnât have any shifts at the bookstore today so they were enjoying some time together. Joo was sitting next to Grey who was reading a book and combining his fingers through Jooâs hair. Jooheon was eating a dark chocolate bar, his favorite kind of chocolate, while writing a to-do list for the rest of the week for both him and Grey. Jooheon was wearing what he would normally wear around the house, a crop top and some shorts which so happened to be Greysonâs favorite thing to see his boyfriend in.Â
The ravenette moved his hand to Jooheonâs thighs and gave them a small squeeze whining when his hand got swatted away. He moved it to squeeze his side lightly and huffed when his hand got swatted again. âWhy are you hitting me!?â He whined while Jooheon rolled his eyes, getting up to throw away the chocolate wrapper.
âCause you keep squeezing me-.â He yelled from the kitchen walking back his bare feet padding softly against the floor of Greysonâs flat. The older pouted tugging him down and making him lay his head on his lap. His hand went to his side, caressing it as he hummed looking over the book he was reading.Â
âCause you have nice sides and I will never stop saying this, you have sexy thighs.â Giving him another eye roll the younger looked over the list he had with squinted eyes reaching over to pick up his reading glasses.
âTheyâre not nice- Iâm getting fat. Doctor said so.â He muttered putting them on, Greyson letting out a dramatic gasp closing his book and looking down at his boyfriend.
âHe did not. I will go over there and slap him myself.â Jooheon laughed and shook his head.
âBabe, he didnât say I was fat. He just said I was overweight and should cut down on what Iâm eating.â He turned with a small smile placing the paper down on the table along with his glasses.Â
âBetter not.â He scoffed before pouting. âWaitâŠwithout me? No. At least let me come too!â Joo deadpanned as he pursed his lips a little.
âAre you saying that cause you think Iâm wearing those yoga pants you keep talking about or cause you donât want people looking at me?â Grey blinked for a minute, processing what he was going to say.
âWellâŠI was thinking cause I donât want people staring at you but now Iâm thinking of you in those yoga pantsâŠand now I want people to stare at you less.â He nodded with narrowed eyes, zoning out a little while Jooheon scoffed and shook his head. âAnyways- Iâm going with you next time. NowâŠâ He kisses his forehead moving him over onto the couch and standing up. âIâm making you some Char Siu and some fried rice cause I like seeing you happy and well fed.~â He kissed his tummy while Jooheon whined but didnât protest on one of his favorite dishes.
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: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð¢ðŠð©ðšð«ððð§ð ð©ððšð©ð¥ð: @armysantiny, @monsterhigh-cb, @faywithlove, @moonprismo, @sunshinexkiss
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"ððšð® ððð¬ðð«ð¯ð ð ð¥ðšð¯ðð« ð°ð¡ðš ððð€ðð¬ ðð°ðð² ðð¡ð ð¥ð¢ðð¬ ðð§ð ðð«ð¢ð§ð ð¬ ð²ðšð® ð¡ðšð©ð, ððšðððð, ðð§ð ð©ðšððð«ð²."
~ ð
ð«ð¢ðð ððð¡ð¥ðš
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ð: ð ðð¢ð¬ð¬ ððšð®ð¬ ðð§ð ðð§ð¬ð©ðšð€ðð§ ððšð«ðð¬
âïž ðð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððᅵᅵð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð§ ðð¢ð¬ð®ð§ð [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¬], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð«ðð²ð¬ðšð§ ððšð± [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž] ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð§ ðð¢ð¬ð®ð§ð [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð§ð®ðð¢ð¬ [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž] | ð ð
ð¥ð®ðð [ð§ž], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ï¿œï¿œðð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËi miss yous and unspoken wordsË àŒâ¡ âË
Ë àŒâ¡ âËi miss yous and unspoken wordsË àŒâ¡ âË
-> HyunLix back in the group chat...kind of! :D
-> Tennie and Sungie hanging out again~
-> Minho is catching feelings but can't let go of his feelings for Sung, he can't make up his mind and now everything is passing through his fingers
-> He is currently panicking- and it's making everything worse-
-> All seems well...for now~
-> Let's see how confrontation works out for Minho
-> Spoiler alert...not so well :D
-> Just to get timeline a bit more organized, Min and Joo have English together on Mondays and Thursdays, they went out with Grey on Sunday and they worked on their project on Thursday after their classes
ËË°â¢*ââ· ðâïž @honey-andmilkteaâ - ðð¥ð¥ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ð«ðð¬ðð«ð¯ðð, ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ððš ð§ðšð ð«ðð©ðšð¬ð, ððð¢ð, ð©ð¥ðð ð¢ðð«ð¢ð³ð, ððð.
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð©ð®ðð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡ðð ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ððÂ
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð°ð«ð¢ðððð§ ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ðð
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âðð¡ð ðšðð¡ðð« ððð², ð¥ð²ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ ððð, ð ððð¥ð ðŠð² ð¡ððð«ð ððððð¢ð§ð ððšð« ðð¡ð ðð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ðŠð ð¢ð§ ð ð¥ðšð§ð ð°ð¡ð¢ð¥ð. ð ð«ððð¥ð¢ð³ðð ð¡ðšð° ð¥ð¢ððð¥ð ð ð¥ð¢ð¯ð ð¢ð§ ðŠð² ððšðð², ð¡ðšð° ðŠð®ðð¡ ð¢ð§ ðŠð² ðŠð¢ð§ðâ
-ððšðð ðð« ð€ððŠðð§ððð³, ðð«ðšðŠ ððð«ð«ð ð¢ð§ðð¢ð«ðŠð
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ð: ð ððšð§'ð ðð§ððð«ð¬ððð§ðâŠðð¡ðð'ð¬ ððšð¢ð§ð ðšð§ ððšð°âŠ
âïž ð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬, ð.ðð ððšð«ðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðšð§ð²ð¬ð®ð¬ [ð¯ïž] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð³ðð«ðšð¥ð¥ð [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ð
ðð¥ð¢ð± [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð³ðð«ðšð¥ð¥ð [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð°ðð§ð ðð²ð®ð§ð£ð¢ð§ [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðšð§ð²ð¬ð®ð¬ [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð§ ðð¢ð¬ð®ð§ð [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¬], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð«ðð²ð¬ðšð§ ððšð± [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž] | ð ð
ð¥ð®ðð [ð§ž], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËi don't understand...what's going on now...Ë àŒâ¡ âË
It had been a slow day; Ace didnât have any dance classes today and he hated being alone, so he did the best thing he knew how.
Text the group chat to ask to go out to eat. He whined when the only person who answered was Jooheon and he said no. He instantly smiled though when Theo answered and giggled a little at his stupid attempts at flirting. Rolling his eyes as his other friends finally answer he got up to get ready before Theo came to pick him up.Â
Hearing his phone ringing he squealed as he ran out with a white tennis skirt, a pink and red crop top along with a pair of white sneakers. Aceâs signature heart shaped sunglasses on top of his mop of curly dyed hair. He didnât even bother answering as he ran to the car and knocked on the window. Theo rolled down the window giving him a deadpanned look as Ace just smiled big at him. He shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully and unlocked the door letting the blonde in. They bounced and happily got in as he went and pressed kisses and pecks to Theoâs face. He laughed when he saw the glitter on the olderâs face, said man just puckering his lips out looking at Ace expectantly. Snorting they press a small kiss to his lips before sitting back and buckling up. âSo, I was thinking of us getting your favorite snacks, then we go to your favorite restaurant, get some boba and go to my place and watch that Rom Com you like before finishing the drama we were watching.â Theo spoke as he started driving, placing his hand on Aceâs thigh who was typing on their phone. He perked up and nodded happily.
âYes! Yes! That sounds perfect! Everyone is busy.â He pouted a little as the older gave his thigh a little squeeze, rubbing it with his thumb.Â
âDonât worry, Iâm always here to give you attention, you little attention gremlin.â He teased while Ace poked his tongue out at him. When he stopped at a red light he leaned over and bit his tongue before pulling away with a laugh. âYou owe me head too~â Ace screamed dramatically and smacked his chest while Theo laughed even more.
âYou make me want to give you nothing.â He crossed his arms and huffed as the taller man parked in front of a convenience store. He raised his brows at the blonde as he pulled his keys out of the ignition.Â
âOh? So, no food and movies then?â Ace looked at him with wide eyes.
âFine! You horny man!â With a snort he started getting out of the car and going to open Aceâs door for them.
âSometimes I wonder how others think your so baby.â He held Aceâs hand as they walked while Ace happily skipped alongside him, passing by a certain freckled boy without noticing, and smiled smugly.Â
âCause Iâm cute.â Theo rolled his eyes but had a smile on his face as they walked into the store.
Felix felt angry.
Red hot anger and jealousy bubbled in his stomach.Â
He texted the group chat along with texting Hyunjin as he frowned. He had gone out for a walk and to go out to get some ingredients to make some brownies. He had a plan to go with them to Aceâs next class and actually talk to him for once. Now he was waiting for Hyunjin to come, his mood completely dampened.Â
When the brunette came, he perked up and gave him a hug with a small squeeze. âIâm sorry Bokkie.â Hyun mumbled into his ear before pulling away. He pressed a kiss to Felixâs forehead who just frowned fighting tears. âWhere are they?â Hyun asked as he looked around, forming a bit of a plan in his head. Felix pointed to the convenience store and squeaked when he started walking and quietly pulled to the store.Â
In the store Ace was looking over all the snacks while Theo was next to him peeking over at the cheap alcohol in the freezers. When Ace bent down to pick something up, he smacked his bum before grinning. âNice ass~â He said laughing while Ace went red and smacked him.Â
âGo over there- Look for my favorite cookies.â They grumbled as they pulled down their skirt with a redder face as Theo laughed and went to do what was asked of him.
Ace kept looking for some ramen packs as he hummed trying to decide if he wanted spicy or regular ramen. As he went to turn to walk more down the aisle someone bumped into him. They were slightly taller than him and very pretty. They squeaked and quickly bowed, making many apologies in his clumsy Korean. âIâm so sorry I wasnât paying attention.âÂ
âItâs okay, sweetheart. Itâs my fault, I wasnât paying attention.â Hyunjin said as he patted Aceâs shoulder with a soft smile. Ace blushed as he tilted his head a little noticing Felix. He perked up and smiled at the two.Â
âYouâre the cute boy from my dance classes!â He said, his Korean very accented, as he gave a happy smile. Felix blushed red at being called cute by the other and nodded a little.
âYouâveâŠnoticed me?â Ace nodded happily as Hyun smiled and patted the two.
âIâll let you two talk.â He said before walking off to a different aisle and looking for anything he might want to buy to take back to his dorm.Â
âYeah! I have. Youâre an amazing dancer! Sometimes I feel like you should be teaching the class.â Felix smiled sheepishly as he tried to get his heartbeat to slow down. âHeâs actually talking to me. And he likes my dancing!âÂ
âIâm not that good. I still have a lot to learn.â Ace looked at him and quickly shook his head.
âNo! No! Youâre amazing! I kind of assumed you were a dancing major and if you are you shouldnât be in my dance classâŠyou should be teaching one!â Ace said looking down at him and Felix noticed the little eyeliner hearts under his eyes, the pretty heart shaped mole he had under his left eye and the sparkly eye shadow he had. He melted a little before he realized he hadnât answered.
âA-Ah stop youâre giving me too many compliments. I should be complimenting you! Youâre amazing at what you do.â Felix said with a bright smile which made Ace blush red.Â
âIâm surprised we arenât friends. I feel like I see you almost every day.â They said with a slight thought to their tone. Felix blushed about to apologize for his shynessâŠand secret delusions but before he could say anything Ace perked up and pulled out a marker from his bag. âIâll change that!â He took Felixâs hand and wrote out a phone number. âHere! Text me or call me whenever you want! I like attention.â He put the marker away as he laughed at his half joke while Felix looked down at the number on his hand silently screaming inwardly.
Hyunjin had landed at the freezers looking at some of the ice creams wondering if it was worth getting some now or later. Theo was a couple freezers away looking at the cheap alcohol wondering what he wanted. âCheap wineâŠâ He muttered as his nose wrinkled. âBeer?â he said his voice coming out deep as he spoke to himself in Greek. Hyunjin heard the foreign words perking up as he turned to look at the older man. He eyes him for a minute realizing how good looking he was before biting his bottom lip and looking back at the ice cream. Hearing him muttering to himself a couple more times before he shuffled closer to him.Â
âUmâŠI heard the beer isnât that half bad.â He said as he tapped the taller manâs shoulder. Said man jumped a little as he looked down at him and Hyun felt his breath hitch a little as he looked at soft hazel eyes.Â
âAhâŠthe beer?â He said, another accented voice filling his ears, eyeing the beer cases. He nodded for a minute before he opened the freezer and pulled out a case. âThanks, mikrà koúkla [little doll].â Hyun blinked as he heard the foreign language again. Before Theo walked away, he quickly grabbed Theoâs wrist. The older one looked at him with a raised brow.
âWhat language were you speaking?â He asked, feeling a bit shy as his eyes looked at him again.
âLanguageâŠoh! Sorry, I donât notice when I change into my native tongue. I was speaking Greek, Iâm a transfer student.â He turned to face Hyun and held out his hand. âTheo Angelos at your service, pretty.â He grinned as he noticed the blush spreading on the youngerâs face as he took his hand. They shook before pulling their hands away and silence filled them for a couple seconds.Â
âIâm hoping youâre going to the same school, Koreaâs National University of the Arts?â He asked with a hopeful tone as Theo playfully thought before laughing and nodding.Â
âYup! That school exactly.â
âAh goodâŠgood. That means I might see you again?â He said, looking up at him with big eyes while Theo bit his bottom lip and shook his head. âDamn he looks hot doing that.âÂ
âMaybe, if youâre lucky.â He thought something out before smiling. âStop by the small beginning of the year festival happening next week. Youâll definitely see me.~â He winked before he walked back to where Ace was. Hyunjin squeaked a bit before he followed him to go and see Felix and noticed him wrap his arm around Aceâs shoulders. Theo smiled at Felix before tugging Ace along to pay off their food. Felix couldnât even be mad; he smiled bright and big when he saw Hyunjin and showed him his hand.
âI got his number!â He squealed a little before clearing his throat. âI meanâŠhe wants to be friends.â He smiles as he sighs dreamily as Hyunjin laughed and ruffled his hair before rolling his eyes at Felixâs next sentence. âHe still isnât aware that heâs technically my boyfriend though.â
While Felix and Hyunjin had gone on their little adventure Minho was begrudgingly getting ready to meet up with his English partner. He sighed as he just threw on a pair of black jeans and a black T-Shirt not putting much thought to what he was wearing. He slipped on some sneakers, grabbing his bag that had his books, pencils, his laptop and whatever else they might need. âFuck me.â He muttered under his breath as he walked to the restaurant Jooheon had sent him the address to meet him. When he got there and saw the restaurant and looked a little amazed. It looked like a really fancy place with tables outside and big windows. It had vines and looked almost rustic. As he got closer, he noticed the tall man sitting on one of the outside tables, he was wearing an all-black casual fancy outfit as he looked down at his phone. What he did notice was that his phone was very close to his face.Â
Minho deadpanned as he walked over loudly putting his stuff down as he stared down the man. âIâm here.â He said bluntly as Jooheon looked up at him with golden honey brown eyes. Oh. He never noticed those. He lightly shook his head as he looked over Jooheonâs face, noticing the big dark circles under his eyes and his almost sickly pale skin. He raised a brow at him before sitting down. âYou look like death.â He said as he pushed down any type of worry, he was having over the man. He barely knew him and was an ass to him. Why does he care if heâs well or not?
âNice of you to check me out.â The older said as he pulled out a pair of glasses. He handed Min a menu before putting on his glasses and reading through the menu. Minho started to seethe at his answer and snatched the menu.Â
âI thought we were doing work.â He muttered as he looked over the menu and chewed at his bottom lip looking at all the expensive sounding food.Â
âWe are, Iâm just starving.â He muttered and with that they ordered. Minho had gotten a small plate of food while Jooheon got about three big portions of food and had been eating as if he was a man starved. Minho ate quietly as he looked at him with a look of judgment.Â
âSlow down, youâre going to choke.â he said as Jooheon glanced up at him, glasses still sitting on the bridge of his nose, before swallowing what was in his mouth.Â
âWorried about me, are we?â Minho rolled his eyes as he stabbed his food.
âForget it. Die.â He said as he went back to eating and Jooheon sighed a little.
âSorry. Iâm bad at this people thing.â He muttered as he ate some more of his noodles. âI didnât eat anything yesterday so Iâm actually starving.â He muttered a bit while Minho raised a brow at him.
âI donât believe you.â Jooheon just shrugged as he finished his second plate taking a sip of water.
âBelieve me or not, I havenât. I had like 3 classes and then two shifts and the minute I got back home I fell asleep and didnât wake up till an hour before we were supposed to meet.â He explained as Minho looked at him wondering how he was still alive.Â
âHowâŠwhat?â He shook his head as he finished eating. âWeâre being a lot more open today it seems.âÂ
âYeahâŠsorry about that too. You caught me in a bit of a grumpy mood.â
âWill you tell me your major then?â Jooheon nodded as he finished up his food, basically inhaling it.Â
âIâm majoring in Astronomy and Horticulture with a minor in English Literature.â He said and the brunette in front of him looked at him bug eyed.
âWhat the fuck?â Jooheon couldnât help the laugh that left him as the younger one blinked. He felt a bit of a blush creep up on the back of his neck as he looked at the older laughing. âHe has a nice laugh.â He wrinkled up his nose in disgust at his own thoughts as he rolled his eyes at Jooheon. âAre you done? We have to start this; I donât want to be here any longer than I have to.â Jooheon calmed down as he gave him a big dimpled smile before calling a waiter over for the check. Minho went to check the receipt pulling his wallet out, but it was quickly snatched from his hand. Jooheon looked over the receipt before putting his card down in the little book and handing it back to the waiter.
âI could have paid for my stuff.â Jooheon finished his water as he got his card handed back to him and whistles innocently.
âDid you say something?â he grinned as he stood up and Minho huffed getting up too and following Jooheon to god knows where.Â
âWhere are we going exactly?âÂ
âYouâll see~âÂ
âIâm going to get murdered.â
âYou need to start putting tabs in your books.â Jooheon muttered as his nose wrinkled. They were in a park near the restaurant they had eaten at. Jooheon had dragged the younger man to one of the picnic tables and started unpacking his stuff.Â
At this moment he realized how seriously Jooheon took school work and how organized he truly was. He pulled out the three books they had to use for the project, all edges nice and clean with little color tabs sticking from all of them. He also pulled out colored pens, sticky notes, a journal with its own tabs sticking out of it, highlighters, and other little stationary things. He looked at Minho, waiting for him to also pull out his stuff. Minho shyly pursed his lips and took out his books, a couple with bent corners, a couple of papers and pencils along with his computer. Jooheon looked unimpressed on the outside but on the inside, he was so fond of the man.
Minho scoffed at the man as he shook his head. âI donât need to do shit.â
âItâll keep you organized.âÂ
âI donât care. Everything is on my computer either way.â He muttered as if he didnât look up from the computer. He was trying to hide his embarrassed blush and the thoughts raising in his head. âItâs kind of cute that he's so organized.â His hands tightened into balls as he sucked in a breath and kept typing.
He just needed to get through this.Â
He just wanted to graduate.Â
He doesnât need a relationship outside what he has with Jisung and the others.Â
He needs to focus.Â
With that they both quietly worked, each doing their own thing and just saying passing words to each other. At one point he noticed Jooheon zoning out and doodling on the corner of one of his journals, his eyes seemed like they were closing and like he was ready to fall asleep and thatâs when he decided it was time for them to stop. He closed his laptop and started packing which got Jooheon's attention. âItâs getting late, let's go.â He muttered not looking at the man as he went back to being blunt and cold. Jooheon looked him over trying to think if he did something wrong or something happened. Not being able to pinpoint anything he slowly got up too and quietly put his stuff away. They both said their goodbyes and went their own ways.
When he got home, he threw his stuff down and got ready to go to the gym. He needed his mind away from the man and he needed this to help him. Something.Â
When the gym didnât help, he turned to a bottle of whisky, and he texted his little stalker. He didnât know why; he didnât know what was happening to him, but he just needed something he himself didnât even know. He wanted to forget the tall man from the library, make him go away so he sent one more text before shutting his phone off and taking another gulp from his glass and laying on the ground blankly staring up at his ceiling.Â
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-> no notes! just mini recap-ish!
-> I do feel like min is hitting his head against a wall right now
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ðšð«ð ð¢ð¯ð ðŠð, ððšð« ðð¥ð¥ ðð¡ð ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¬ ð ðð¢ð ðð®ð ðŠðšð¬ðð¥ð² ððšð« ðð¡ð ðšð§ðð¬ ðð¡ðð ð ðð¢ð ð§ðšð."
-ððšð§ð§ð ððð«ðð; ðð¡ð ðððð«ðð ðð¢ð¬ððšð«ð²
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ð: ð'ðŠ ðð¢ð«ðð ðšð ðð¡ðð¬ð ðððŠðð¬âŠ
âïž ðð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬, ð.ðð ððšð«ðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð«ðð²ð¬ðšð§ ððšð± [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž] | ð ðð§ð ð¬ð [ð»], ððŠð®ð [ðª], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËi'm tired of these games...Ë àŒâ¡ âË
Minho didnât know why he said okay to going. He could have kept arguing and just refused to go but he didnât.
Was he giving up?Â
Maybe he wanted to see Jooheon again, wanted to rekindle whatever small bits of good they had in this barely their relationship. He hated to admit it but the times they were together, when they were at the library having small talk while Joo checked out his books, were comforting. The man held a strange sense of security with him. He held some type of familiarity. He almost felt at home.Â
He hated the look Sung gave him when he went to tell him that he wasnât going to be with him on Saturday. He had been staying with Sung at their dorm since Felix and Hyun were giving him a hard time, Jeongin wasnât around and Seungmin seemed indifferent about the whole situation. So, he stayed and it was making things more and more difficult for Minho. He looked upset and sad like a kicked puppy. He had tried talking to Aten, even went to his house but according to Sebastian when Ten opened the door he had the slightest bit of a nervous breakdown and wouldnât leave his room. Jisung now seemed to be transferring all of that to Minho, all his feelings and sadness and Minho felt obligated to stick to his side.
How could he not? Sung promised he would wait for him and now they're in this mess.Â
But Minho couldnât help the dull feeling that Sung didnât even like him anymore. That he just wanted Minho around cause Aten wasnât giving him the attention he wanted.Â
So now, it felt like he was losing both of them.
He was losing Jooheon and Jisung.Â
He wanted to crawl into a hole and just never come out of it ever again.
As he got ready, he looked at himself blankly and numbly before shaking his head and putting on a black face mask. He pressed a kiss to Jisungâs forehead, who was asleep, before walking out stuffing his wallet into his pocket.Â
When he got to the address that Greyson sent him, he parked and got out, making his way in. He noticed the place was smaller than where Joo took them to eat a couple times, it was much more homey and there were a lot more reds. He turned and found a sign in Chinese, and he nodded to himself. âAh a Chinese restaurant.â He thought to himself while looking around and saw Grey, walking towards the table he was sitting at. Greyâs chin was on his palm as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. Minho cleared his throat slightly to get Greyâs attention. The older glanced up with raised brows and smiled. âHey~ Sorry didnât hear you come.â He said as he motioned for Minho to sit down in front of him. âDo you want water?â He asked as he motioned to a pitcher that was on the table. Minho shook his head as he sat down looking around the restaurant wondering if Jooheon was around. Greyson eyed him over jaw lightly clenched as he tried to put on a somewhat genuine smile on his face as he leaned on his arms.Â
âHeâs not here yet. He should be getting here soon. His words, not mine.â Minho nodded as he awkwardly looked down at his fingers. They stayed in silence for a bit until heavy footsteps could be heard walking towards their table. Jooheon was walking there, motorcycle helmet in his hand, wearing all black as he nodded his head at waiters he passed by. What stood out was the new addition to his bottom lip. Two lip rings in snake bite style graced Jooheonâs plump lips.Â
Minho turned away, face feeling hot as his heart raced. âWhat the fuck. Get a grip Minho.âÂ
âSorry my bike was acting up and I had to check what was wrong with it.â He muttered as he sat next to Greyson glancing towards Minho.
âThatâs what you get for changing your bike from a Classic to a Sports Cruiser, Dickhead.â Greyson said straight from the chest as he stared Jooheon down, no fear and not caring how annoyed the younger was already. Minho blinked at the sudden change of language, knowing the accent and a bit more English then the other Korean borns but his accent was a lot heavier than Chanâs and Felixâs.Â
Jooheon stared Greyson down in a âI dare you to keep going.â Greyson smiles innocently which ticks off the younger even more. Minho looks between the two, being able to sense how annoyed Jooheon already was and ready to go in between them to calm down whatever was happening. When he was about to speak though Jooheon spoke up. âListen here you muppet.â Greyson bit his bottom lip to fight back the loud laugh that wanted to leave him. âYouâre not right in the head talkinâ to me like that. Huh! Whose idea was it dat I get a new bike? Huh!? Ya bloody wanker! Ya drag me âere like itâs some kind of âoliday and den decide youâre gonna insult me!? Wasteman. Ya dead from the neck up, you are. Berk. Piss off, twit! Bloody hellâŠâ He took a breath before slumping in his chair, shoulders sagging down. Greyson tries to hold back as much of his laughs as possible glancing at Minho who looked utterly confused with anything Jooheon just said.Â
That pushed him over the edge as he started to die laughing. Jooheon blinked as he realized Minho was already here and his face started going red. He groaned as he covered his face in embarrassment. Minho couldnât help the small smile that spread on his face at how cute he thought Joo was being. âUmâŠI know some English, but I didnât understand anything you just said.â He said while Jooheon refused to answer or look up at him. Greyson snorted as he calmed down.
âSorry about him, he might have been born in Korea, but his heart is in London.â He laughs again as he hears Jooheon groan again. Minho perked up a bit as he looked at Jooheon in interest.
âHe lived in England?â He asked, glancing at Grey who nodded.
âYeah, we both did. I was 5 and he was almost 1 when we met. Iâm from Australia but Iâm assuming you already knew that.â He smiled while Minho looked a bit shocked.Â
âYou guys have a 5 year age difference?â Jooheon was sipping on a glass of water to calm down while Grey looked at him with raised brows.
âYeah. So?â He said as if it wasnât that big of a deal. âI used to take care of him. Our mums were friends.â He looked Minho over daring him to say something, as if he had a say in being protective of Jooheon or not. Minho just shook his head and kept quiet. He didnât have a reason or say to be upset or protective of the man. The older barely even wanted to talk to him. Greyson looked him over one more time not hiding his distaste before pulling an actually genuine smile at Jooheon. Minho felt something bubbling in his stomach, but he pushed it down as he heard them talk. âDid you get them all?â He asked as he pointed at the new piercings that were on Jooâs lips. He smirked a little as he hummed. âI think our new little friend wants to see them.~â He looked at Minho with a shit eating grin while the man just looked confused. Jooheon rolled his eyes at Greyson as he grumbled.
âYouâre just saying that cause you want to see it and make some joke.â His Korean was a bit accented, but Minho assumed it was the sudden change of language that caused that. Greyson fake gasped as he pouted playfully.
âYou wound me.â Jooheon rolled his eyes again but smiled showing both of them the smiley piercing that adorned his mouth, a tooth gem adorning his canine as well while Minho looked at it with slight awe.Â
âIt suits you.â He said Joo just nodded his head in reply not saying anything else.Â
âAye! Thatâs not the only one you told me about.â He said as he poked Jooheonâs thigh repeatedly.Â
âIâm not showing it to you.â He said sternly before Grey whined. Minho looked between the two trying to discern how Greyson was the older between the two as he poured himself some water.Â
âPleaseee.â He whined, shaking him until Jooheon groaned and huffed and stuck his tongue out. Minho processed what he was seeing until a blush spread quickly up his neck. There was a ball on the center of Jooheonâs tongue while Greyson eyed it, a smirk growing on his face. âHeh~ Iâm expecting something good later.~â he teased as he looked at the youngest in the corner of his eye. Minho was biting his bottom lip trying to keep his thoughts at bay as he tried ignoring the jealous feelings that also wanted to rise above everything else.Â
âYouâre getting nothing. What the fuck are you talking about.âÂ
âAweee come on! Not even a wristy?~â He bit his bottom lip, giving Joo an almost sultry look, forgetting Minho was there with them.Â
âWhatâs a wristy?â Minho asked as he raised a brow trying his best to say the Aussieâs slang. Grey couldnât help the laugh that left him as he heard him repeat it and Jooheon slapped his chest.Â
âShut up.â He groaned, growing annoyed again until a bottle of Baijiu was set in front of him. He gasped about to pounce on the bottle like some cat that is being tempted by a feather toy.Â
âYou better not drink that whole bottle; Iâm not have your liver explode.â A woman spoke as Jooheon let out a squeal and hugged her waist.Â
âAyi!~ [Aunty] Iâve missed you~ Thank you for always taking care of me~â Jooheon said as he gave Grey the biggest shit eating grin while Greyson gasped dramatically.Â
âYah! Youâre my Ayi! Like biologically you are my aunt! Why do you favor him!âÂ
âCause he doesnât give me grief.â She said bluntly before pinching Jooheonâs cheek and cooing at him. âWe missed you at the Lunar New Year celebration~ Here. I saved it for you.â She hummed as she pulled out a red envelope with Chinese writing and handed it to him. Jooheon took it gratefully and bowed.
âThank you, mum sends you all her thanks and good wishes.â he said, tucking the envelope away in a secure place before she gave Jooheon a nice squeeze. âYou better be treating my son well.â She said playfully to Grey who just huffed and played with his cup.Â
She turned her head and noticed Minho before glaring at Grey playfully and laughing. âWhy didnât you tell me there was someone here with you. Be polite. Introduction.â She shook her head before bowing at Minho. âHello young one, Iâm Zhao Ping. Iâm Xiao Danâs aunty and Jooieâs honorary aunty.â She smiled a bit as Minho bowed back as he assumed that Xiao Dan is Greyson's Chinese name.Â
âHello, itâs nice to meet you. I'm Lee Minho um Jooheon and Greysonâs friend.â He said a bit hesitant while glancing at them.
âAh! Donât be so tense! Your family now~â She smiled ruffling Minhoâs hair as Greyson had a face of horror. Jooheon snorted into his hand as he tried to hold back a laugh. Ping pulled out menus and handed them to Grey and Minho. âHere. Pick what you want itâs on the house.â She squished Jooheonâs cheeks as the man smiled proudly. âI already know what you like Jooie~ Do you want sweet and sour pork this time around?â She asked and Jooheon thought before nodding and she wrote it down. Grey scoffed as he grumbled and picked out what he wanted along with Minho who was trying to hold back his laughs. âAlright~ Now Minho my new son, donât let these two get you into trouble. Theyâve been chaotic since they were born so be careful.â She warned playfully before walking away to get their food. Jooheon did a little happy dance as he poured himself a bit of the alcohol into the tiny glasses and threw his head back and drank it in one go.Â
âHow can someone be hot, pretty and cute all at once?â Minho thought to himself as he watched Jooheon take another swig from the cup.Â
âYouâre going to get drunk off your ass.âÂ
âYes, I am~â He grinned, and the rest of the night went by well, Minho taking a couple drinks and getting the tiniest bits of tipsy while Jooheon got almost fully drunk. They each went their own way the night having gone a lot better than it was thought to.Â
Greyson was laid on Jooheonâs bed, the younger manâs head on his chest. He was reading through the messages Minho sent as he slightly ran his fingers through Jooheonâs hair. The man was having a panic attack when he got there, and he had to calm him down.
The usual soft song, light touches and sweet words always helped.
Jooheon sniffled as he rubbed at his red eyes. âI canât. Grey I canât b-but he just keeps reeling me in.â He hiccupped as Grey pressed a half friendly kiss to the top of Jooheonâs head. âI tried so hard to not pay attention to him when we went out but heâs so damn pretty. His smile is so nice and when he laughs, I fall more and more. I love the conversations we are able to have when he isnât being cold to me and Iâm not being an asshole.â He took a shaky breath, feeling another panic attack going to hit him as his thoughts slowly spiraled knowing Minho had Jisung and didnât need him. Noticing this Grey said soft âshhâs and lightly rubbed his back lightly.Â
âYou know Iâm here.â He said quietly as Jooheon stayed quiet knowing where he was going with this. âI can make you forget.â He muttered as his lips trailed to his neck pressing the feather-like kiss to it causing Jooheon to melt. The younger one made a sound as he went to move away. âYou know you want to. Just at least for tonight.â He said against his skin as his nose lightly grazed the skin humming softly. Jooheon blinked as he thought it through. His mind was full of Minho.Â
'What would Minho think? Would Minho think differently of him? Would Minho still like him?'
And then it hits him.
âHe doesnât like you. He has Jisung, remember? Itâs okay, let yourself forget.âÂ
And he does.Â
He lets Grey flip them over, the older hovering over him, arms wrapped around his shoulders as he was pulled into a deep kiss, Greysonâs hands going under Jooheonâs shirt. Burning his touch onto his skin, engulfing him in his scent, filling Jooheonâs mind with just Greyson.
Just for tonight he was going to let himself be happy and forget.
Ë àŒâ¡ âËnotes!!Ë àŒâ¡ âË
-> Everyone is still mad at Sung and Min- but soon they'll get along again I promise !
-> Jooheon goes through extreme changes to get himself to be liked most of the time or as a coping mechanism
-> Wristy = Hand job in Australian slang
-> Grey is the only one in his family that wasn't born or raised in China
-> Minho actually enjoyed the messages from his stalker but never realized to what extent he did~
-> Jooheon is slowly wanting to back away and save his heart which causes him to slip into old habits and addictions them being Greyson Cox
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ðð ðšð§ðð ð¬ðð¢ð ðð¡ðð ðšð§ð¥ð² ððððð¡ ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ðððð« ð®ð¬ ðð©ðð«ð. ððððð¡ ð°ðð¬ ð¥ððð ðð§ð ð°ð ð¬ð©ð¢ð¥ð.
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ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš'ð¬ ðð®ðŠððð¬ð¬ ðð¡ð¢ð¥ðð«ðð§ [ðð°ð¢ðððð« ðð«ðšðð¢ð¥ðð¬] + ðð ðð«ðð¯ð¢ðð°
âïž ðð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] | ð ð
ð¥ð®ðð [ð§ž], ðð§ð ð¬ð [ð»], ðð¯ðð§ðð®ðð¥ ððŠð®ð [ðª], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšï¿œï¿œï¿œ ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËminho's boysË àŒâ¡ âË
Ë àŒâ¡ âËthe groupchatË àŒâ¡ âË
Ë àŒâ¡ âËnotes!!Ë àŒâ¡ âË
-> Lee Minho is a regular college senior who just wants to be left alone and graduate
-> Heâs a father of 3 cats and 6 brats
-> Bang Chan has zero clue why heâs there half the time-
-> Felix is in a one sided relationship with dance teacher Ace and Seungmin is constantly making fun of him for it ð
-> There will always be at least one [1] lover quarrel between best friends Jisung and Minho in the groupchat~
ËË°â¢*ââ· ðâïž @honey-andmilkteaâ - ðð¥ð¥ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ð«ðð¬ðð«ð¯ðð, ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ððš ð§ðšð ð«ðð©ðšð¬ð, ððð¢ð, ð©ð¥ðð ð¢ðð«ð¢ð³ð, ððð.
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð©ð®ðð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡ðð ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ððÂ
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð°ð«ð¢ðððð§ ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ðð
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"ðð¥ððð¬ð ððšð§'ð ðð¯ðð« ððððšðŠð ð ð¬ðð«ðð§ð ðð« ð°ð¡ðšð¬ð ð¥ðð®ð ð¡ ð ððšð®ð¥ð ð«ðððšð ð§ð¢ð¬ð ðð§ð²ð°ð¡ðð«ð"
ððð²ð¥ðšð« ðð°ð¢ðð, "ððð° ð²ððð«'ð¬ ððð²"
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ðð: ðððð¢ððð§ðð¬ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§, ððšðŠð ðð«ð ðð®ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð ðð« ðð¡ðð§ ððð¡ðð«ð¬
âïž ð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬, ð.ðð ððšð«ðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð§ ðð¢ð¬ð®ð§ð [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¬], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð«ðð²ð¬ðšð§ ððšð± [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž] | ð ðð§ð ð¬ð [ð»], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ᅵᅵðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËaccidents happen, some are just bigger then othersË àŒâ¡ âË
âDo you think heâs really going to believe that?â Jisung muttered under his breath as he looked at Minhoâs phone. Minho shrugged a bit as he pocketed his phone, placing his chin on Jisungâs shoulder as he looked at Sung over.Â
âDonât know. All I know is Iâm somewhat ready for when he gets here.â He holds up a can of pepper spray and a flashlight. Jisung deadpanned at him as he sighed and rubbed his face.Â
âYou didnât think this through at all did you?â
âNope.~â He laughed a bit as Jisung couldnât help the snort that left him and the shake of his head.Â
The two were sitting in front of their dorm building waiting to see if Minhoâs stalker would pop out and come to Minhoâs rescue. They talked quietly and laughed, making small jokes. âHow was your day with Aten?â At the mention of his name Jisungâs face brightened up. A warm, happy smile spread across his face which caused Min to smile as well. Deep down though, he fell off. He wished he was the one making that smile and wondered if when his name was mentioned Jisung would smile like that. Then his mind floods with Jooheon, his smile, his laugh, and he grew annoyed. Why canât he just make up his mind? He made Jisung wait for years and now that he feels him moving along to someone else, he wants to pull him back and then Jooheon exists. Fuck. He hated everything right now.
âIt was so great. I missed him so much.â He lightly bit his bottom lip as Minho got out of his head and looked at Sung over. âI forget how nice being around him was. Heâs so calming and just nice. He got so excited when I showed him the words I learned in sign. God heâs so adorable.â Jisung talked and talked about what they did. Hearts basically in his eyes and the little monster in Minhoâs heart wanted to ruin it.Â
âItâs good seeing you this happy.â Minho spoke up as he gave him a small smile. Jisung could tell his smile didnât reach his ears and it wasnât genuine.Â
âI can tell you arenât happy.â He muttered softly as he looked at him. Minho just let out a big sigh and looked down at the flashlight in his hands.Â
âIâm just being an asshole. You deserve to be happy with who you want, I made you wait long enough. I wish it was me but as long as youâre happy Iâm happy.â He said as he glanced at Jisung who cupped Minhoâs cheeks and tilted his head up to look him in the eyes. A small playful smile was on his face as he spoke, making Minho melt a bit.Â
âIt sounds like youâre waiting on me now.~â He joked lightly while Minho laughed leaning into his touch. As they looked into each other's eyes and laughed, everything else seemed to disappear. Thatâs when they started leaning in close to kissing until the sound of plastic heating concrete could be heard. Thatâs when Minho came back and he quickly turned away, turning on the flashlight. The light first hit a motorcycle helmet that was on the, a familiar helmet he noted. He moved the light, and his heart froze when he saw Jooheon. Kim Jooheon was his stalker.Â
âJooheon?â He muttered while standing up, Jisung quickly went to grab him and get him to stay in place. Minho stopped for a second before he looked into the older man's eyes.Â
Betrayal? Pain? He couldnât pinpoint the emotion he saw but he knew he messed up and it was hurting them both. Thatâs why he got out of Jisungâs grip and went closer to the frozen Jooheon. âJooâŠyouâreâŠIâmâŠâ Coming to it Jooheon quickly shook his head as tears started to brim his eyes and he bent down to pick up his helmet and leave quietly. âJooheon!â Minho repeated as he followed behind him Jisung calling him over worried for his best friend. Minho grabbed Jooâs sleeve trying to get him to stop. âStop. Donât go. Can we please talk? I wasnâtâŠI didnât thinkâŠâÂ
âDidnât think what? That I could be a stalker. Nerdy Jooheon who just knows how to work and drink could do something like that?â He muttered no emotion in his voice, the tears falling down his face giving away how he was feeling. âWell believe it Minho. Iâm a monster. Iâm obsessed. IâŠI came here cause I thought you were in danger. Hurt. And thenâŠâ His voice cracks as he keeps speaking, small choked out sobs leaving him as he rubbed the tears away. âYou have Jisung. Just leave me alone. I have to deal with it. I was getting over this little obsession, but you just pulled me back in and gave me some kind of hope. Iâm so stupid.â His voice raised at the end and Minho felt all the pain Jooheon was feeling. His chest hurt and his grip tightened around Jooheonâs wrist.Â
âI like you.â He said quietly and Jooheon went quiet before letting out a fake laugh.
âDonât you dare. Donât you dare lie to me Lee Minho.â He yelled as he turned to look at the younger, anger and sadness burning in his honey brown eyes. âYou canât do that. You arenât allowed to. Donât ever talk to me. Just leave me alone. Call the police on me if you want to. Just leave. Me. Alone.â He yanked his hand away from him. He got on his bike, helmet on as he rode away before Minho could say anything else or pull him in again. Minho stood there, flashlight dropping from his hand as he felt tears pool up in his eyes.Â
He messed up the fuck up.
Jooheon felt more and more tears as he rode to Greysonâs house. âIâm so stupid. Why did I ever think he would like me? Now he knows. Fuck. Iâm so done with life. Everything is pointless.â As he beat himself up mentally Jooheon didnât notice the light changing and the next thing, he felt was a force hitting his side. Everything was fuzzy and the air in his lungs left him. He felt the cold asphalt and burning. His whole body burned. âIt hurts.â He thought as he tried to move, he heard voices and saw blurry figures as sirens started up in the distance. He tried to piece things together wondering what was happening, until his vision went all black.Â
Ë àŒâ¡ âËnotes!!Ë àŒâ¡ âË
-> So um...did anyone see this coming? :D
-> I hope not- I want to cause pain-
-> Greyson has like a second sense and knows when things are going to go wrong especially with Joo
-> Is Minho starting to realize that he's being selfish as fuck? Yes.
-> Is he realizing he might like Jooheon over Jisung? Maybe.
-> Did he realize too late? Yes. :]
-> Greyson is really really close to Jooheon's parents
-> Fun Fact: Grey and Joo never got together, they were just fucking around, Joo's parents knew and were rooting for them to get together eventually and get married...they may have put bets too-
-> Most of the members of the 'we're just here to suffer' group chat were told not to say anything at all to Minho
-> Does Grey blame Minho? Yes. Does he think Jooheon is stupid? Also yes.
ËË°â¢*ââ· ðâïž @honey-andmilkteaâ - ðð¥ð¥ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ð«ðð¬ðð«ð¯ðð, ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ððš ð§ðšð ð«ðð©ðšð¬ð, ððð¢ð, ð©ð¥ðð ð¢ðð«ð¢ð³ð, ððð.
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð©ð®ðð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡ðð ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ððÂ
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð°ð«ð¢ðððð§ ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ðð
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ð ððš ð§ðšð ð€ð§ðšð° ðð¡ð ð§ððŠð ðšð ðð¡ð ðððð¥ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ðð ð ð¡ðð¯ð ððšð« ð²ðšð®. ðð®ð ð¢ð ð¢ð¬ ð ð¬ð©ððð¢ðð¥ ððð§ððð«ð§ðð¬ð¬, ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ð ð¡ðð¯ð ð§ðð¯ðð« ððð¥ð ð®ð§ðð¢ð¥ ð§ðšð°, ð§ðšð ððšð« ðð§ð²ðšð§ð.
â ðð®ð¬ððð¯ð ð
ð¥ðð®ððð«ð
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ð: ððð§ ððððð¥ðð« ðð§ð ðð§ð§ðšð²ð¢ð§ð ððð«ðð§ðð«ð¬
âïž ðð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðšð§ð²ð¬ð®ð¬ [ð¯ïž] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð³ðð«ðšð¥ð¥ð [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ð
ðð¥ð¢ð± [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð³ðð«ðšð¥ð¥ð [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð°ðð§ð ðð²ð®ð§ð£ð¢ð§ [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðšð§ð²ð¬ð®ð¬ [ðð«ð®ðŠðð¬] [ð¯ïž] | ð ð
ð¥ð®ðð [ð§ž], ðð§ð ð¬ð [ð»], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËman stealer and annoying partnersË àŒâ¡ âË
Ë àŒâ¡ âËnotes!!Ë àŒâ¡ âË
-> In my brain the top four happened one day and then everything else happened the very next day~
-> Not Theo stealing Felix's man tho
-> Theo and Ace are a situationship...so are Grey and Joo... and then we have Felix and Hyun...maybe some Min and Sung in the future ð«¢
ËË°â¢*ââ· ðâïž @honey-andmilkteaâ - ðð¥ð¥ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ð«ðð¬ðð«ð¯ðð, ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ððš ð§ðšð ð«ðð©ðšð¬ð, ððð¢ð, ð©ð¥ðð ð¢ðð«ð¢ð³ð, ððð.
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð©ð®ðð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡ðð ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ððÂ
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ð ððšð§'ð ðð¯ðð« ð€ð§ðšð°, ð¡ðšð° ððš ð¡ðšð¥ð ðð¡ð ð°ðð¢ð ð¡ð ðšð ðŠð² ð¬ðšð®ð¥.
ðð¡ðð§ ð¥ðððð¢ð§ð ð ðš.
ðð®ð ð'ðŠ ððð¥ð¥ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ ðŠð² ðšð°ð§ ð¢ð¥ð¥ð®ð¬ð¢ðšð§,
ð ððšð§'ð ð€ð§ðšð° ðŠð² ð°ðð² ðððð€.
~ððšð§ð ð®ð ðð¢ðð, ðððð ðððð¢ðš.
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ð: ððð«ð«ð¢ðð ð [?!], ðð¢ð¬ð®ð§ð , ðð§ð ð ðð«ðšð®ð© ðð«ðšð£ððð
âïž ðð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] | ð ð
ð¥ð®ðð [ð§ž], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËmarriage [?!], jisung and a group projectË àŒâ¡ âË
Ë àŒâ¡ âËnotes!!Ë àŒâ¡ âË
-> Private account venting >>> anything else
-> Jooheon and Minho's teacher has a semester long project that she assigns at the beginning of the sem and sadly he has to work with snarky Jooheon
-> Han Jisung is just slightly delusional
-> Sebastian loves his older brother so much ð he will throw hands at anyone who bothers him
ËË°â¢*ââ· ðâïž @honey-andmilkteaâ - ðð¥ð¥ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ð«ðð¬ðð«ð¯ðð, ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ððš ð§ðšð ð«ðð©ðšð¬ð, ððð¢ð, ð©ð¥ðð ð¢ðð«ð¢ð³ð, ððð.
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð©ð®ðð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡ðð ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ððÂ
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ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ ðð¡ðð¬ð ð°ðšð«ðð¬ ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð§ðð¯ðð« ðð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð®, ð ð¡ðšð©ð ðð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ð€ð§ðð° ð ð°ðð¬ ðð¡ð¢ð§ð€ð¢ð§ð ðšð ð²ðšð® ððšððð²âŠ ðð§ð ðð¡ðð ð ð°ðð¬ ð°ð¢ð¬ð¡ð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð® ðð¯ðð«ð² ð¡ðð©ð©ð¢ð§ðð¬ð¬.
ððšð¯ð ðð¥ð°ðð²ð¬,
ðð¡ð ð ð¢ð«ð¥ ð²ðšð® ð¥ðšð¯ðð ðšð§ðð.
ððð§ððð ðð®ð³ð®ð€ð¢
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ð: ðð¡ð ðð¢ðð«ðð«ð² ððšð«ð€ðð«
âïž ð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] | ð ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
ð» ð ð¡ðšð©ð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ðŠððð ð¬ðð§ð¬ð- ð'ðŠ ð¬ðð¢ð¥ð¥ ð ðððð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ððš ðð¡ð ð¬ð°ð¢ð§ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬~
Ë àŒâ¡ âËthe library workerË àŒâ¡ âË
Ë àŒâ¡ âËnotes!!Ë àŒâ¡ âË
-> Jooheon is the only library worker Minho can handle-
-> The kids are always meddling in Minho's love life~
-> Minho may or may not have a stalker that only Chan knows about ð§ðœââïž
ËË°â¢*ââ· ðâïž @honey-andmilkteaâ -ðð¥ð¥ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ð«ðð¬ðð«ð¯ðð, ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ððš ð§ðšð ð«ðð©ðšð¬ð, ððð¢ð, ð©ð¥ðð ð¢ðð«ð¢ð³ð, ððð.
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð©ð®ðð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡ðð ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ðð
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ðð§ ðð¡ð ððð¥ð¢ðð¢ðšð®ð¬ð§ðð¬ð¬, ðð§ð ðð¡ð ðð¢ðððð«ð§ðð¬ð¬ ðð§ð ðð¡ð ðððð¢ððð¢ðšð§âŠ
-ððð¡ðŠðšð®ð ððð«ð°ð¢ð¬ð¡
ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ðð¡ðð©ððð« ð: ðð¢ð ððŠð¢ð¥ðð¬ ðð§ð ðððð«ððð¬
âïž ðð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž], ððð!ððð§ð ðð¡ðð§ [ð¬] ð± ððð!ðððš ððšð¬ð¬ð¢ [ð¯ïž] | ð ð
ð¥ð®ðð [ð§ž], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
Ë àŒâ¡ âËbig smiles and secretsË àŒâ¡ âË
Ë àŒâ¡ âËnotes!!Ë àŒâ¡ âË
-> Chan is always worried about his kids ð¥°
-> As a senior Minho knows most of the teachers in the different departments, he's heard bad things about the one he was going to originally have so he transferred...he regrets it now-
-> The kids still trying to prey into their Hyung's love lives~
-> Chan wants to keep Le as far away from the kids...that won't last for long knowing them-
ËË°â¢*ââ· ðâïž @honey-andmilkteaâ - ðð¥ð¥ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ð«ðð¬ðð«ð¯ðð, ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ððš ð§ðšð ð«ðð©ðšð¬ð, ððð¢ð, ð©ð¥ðð ð¢ðð«ð¢ð³ð, ððð.
: ÌÌâ ð€ðªµðª¶ ð©ð®ðð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡ðð ðšð§: ðð.ðð.ððÂ
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"ð ð€ð§ðð° ðð¡ðð ð¬ðšðŠðððð² ð²ðšð® ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ðð¢ð§ð ðŠð. ð ð°ðð¢ððð ððšð« ð²ðšð®, ððð¥ðŠð¥ð², ð°ð¢ðð¡ ððšð®ð§ðð¥ðð¬ð¬ ð¢ðŠð©ððð¢ðð§ðð. ððšð§ð¬ð®ðŠð ðŠð."
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ã»ããã»ïŒð€ðâïž ððšð¯ð ðð ð
ð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ð ð¡ð: ððšðšð¡ððšð§'ð¬ ððð¢ðšðð¬ [ðð°ð¢ðððð« ðð«ðšðð¢ð¥ðð¬] + ðð ðð«ðð¯ð¢ðð°
âïž ðð ððð«ððð§ð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ | ð€ ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš [ð¬] ð± ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ððð®ððð§ð!ððð!ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ [ð¯ïž] | ð ð
ð¥ð®ðð [ð§ž], ðð§ð ð¬ð [ð»], ðð¯ðð§ðð®ðð¥ ððŠð®ð [ðª], ððð«ð€ ðð¡ððŠðð¬ [ðŠ], ðð«ððð€ ðð®ðŠðšð« [ðŠ], ððšðŠðð§ðð¢ð [ð¥¢], ðððð [ð], ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ðð [ðïž]
ð ðð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: ðð¢ðŠ ððšðšð¡ððšð§ ð¢ð¬ ð ð«ðð ð®ð¥ðð« ðšð¯ðð«ð°ðšð«ð€ðð ððšð¥ð¥ðð ð ð¬ðð§ð¢ðšð« ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð«ð€ ð¬ððð«ðð. ððð ðð¢ð§ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ðð¡ð ðððŠð©ð®ð¬ ðð¥ððð€ ððð ðð§ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð°ðð§ðð¬ ððš ð ð«ððð®ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðšð°ð§ ð¬ððð«ðð, ð¡ð ð¡ðð¬ ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«. ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð¬ð ðð°ðš ðð«ð ððšð«ððð ððš ð¢ð§ððð«ðððð? ðð¡ðð'ð¥ð¥ ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðŠð¢ð§ð¡ðš ðð¢ð§ðð¬ ðšð®ð ðð¡ð ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðšð ð¬ðð¢ð ð¬ððð¥ð€ðð«?
ð°ïž ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð [ð¬]: ðð®ð«ð¬ðð¬, ðð®ð¥ð ðð« ððð§ð ð®ðð ð
ð ð ððš ð§ðšð ðšð°ð§ ðð§ð² ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšðŠð ððš ððð§ð¢ðð ð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ðšð§ð¬ ðšð ððð«ðð² ðð¢ðð¬! ðð¡ðð² ðð¥ð¥ ððð¥ðšð§ð ððš @armysantiny ðð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðð¡ððððšð @welcome-to-maniac [ð
ðšð¥ð¥ðšð° ððšðð¡ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ððððšð®ð§ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð'ð¬ ð¬ðš ððšðšð¥!]
ðïž ðð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ððð¢ðšð§: ð ð ðšð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð¢ð€ððšð€!
ð» ðððð¥ðšð ð¬ ðð§ð ððšðŠðŠðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ðð§ððšð®ð«ðð ðð! ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð¥ðšð¯ð ððš ð¡ððð« ð°ð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðððšð®ð ðŠð² ð°ðšð«ð€ ðð§ð ð«ððð¥ðšð ð ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¬ ðŠð ð ð¥ðšð, ð¬ðš ð ð°ðšð®ð¥ð ð ð«ðððð¥ð² ðð©ð©ð«ððð¢ððð ð¢ð! ^^
ð· ððšð® ð°ðð§ð ð ððšðððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€? ððšð§ð¬ð¢ððð« ð ðšð¢ð§ð ððš ðð¡ð ððšðððð ððšð«ð§ðð« ððšð« ðšð§ð! | ððšð ð¢ð§ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ðð ðšð§ ð ððšðšð€ ð¢ððð? ðððªð®ðð¬ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðšð¬ð ðð«ð¢ððð«! [ðð¡ððð€ ðð¡ð ð«ð®ð¥ðð¬ ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð§ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð!]
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