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[rktaehyng]

@TAEHYUNGLEAN ♡ like 。。。comment In the middle of the earth, in the land of the Shire There's a brave little hobbit whom we all admire With his long wooden pipe, fuzzy woolly toes Lives in a hobbit-hole and everybody knows him. Jimbo, Jimbo! Jimbo Baggins Only three feet tall, Jimbo, Jimbo! Jimbo Baggins The bra

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rkjimin​:

( `☆ text : 태태 )  ….  ( `☆ text : 태태 )  sorry what? 😇 ( `☆ text : 태태 )  😜 ( `☆ text : 태태 )  definitely him? ( `☆ text : 태태 )  are you sure? i’ve never seen this picture of him before… ( `☆ text : 태태 )  he doesn’t send me anything like this ( `☆ text : 태태 )  yeah, i love it 😂

( sms : junglejimin4322 ) what???? ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) yeah bro i told u ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) yeah i know u haven’t seen it i just took it ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) oh shit fuck wait ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) yeah i know u haven’t seen it i just took it DELETED ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) anyways omg dude look at this pic [imgattachment.png]

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rkjimin​:

( `☆ text : 태태 ) huh? ( `☆ text : 태태 ) hahaha what is this? ( `☆ text : 태태 ) jeongguk sent you this? 😂

( sms : junglejimin4322 ) bro i told u already. it’s a fried meme ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) do u listen to me when i tell u about these things or do u just pretend to listen????????????????????????????? hm?????????? ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) ...........yes......... of course he did............. it was definitely him.............. ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) isn’t it so good tho omg

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@rkjimin

( sms : junglejimin4322 ) bruh look who at mcdonald's ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) [img_attachment.png] ( sms : junglejimin4322 ) tell ur boyfriend to stop texting me these fried memes of himself 😤😤😤

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executioner: say thy last words, wench

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rkjxy​:

📱   CONTACT    ━    👽 — good. i don’t want the agency to take him back i think he’s great! — nothing! 🤣 — except that i’ll ignore it and ask you to send pictures of your foot somewhere else!! — what are you saying!!!!! i’ll pretend i didn’t just read you talking about a magnum dong  — ahhh, i wish i have the power to give out vip passes :(( — but sadly, my only advice would be to just buy an album next time so you can join our fan meeting 😆

( sms : sooyoung ) he is great, i would truly call him the world’s greatest superhero for doing what he did ( sms: sooyoung ) um well excuse me miss u clearly didn’t ignore it if u knew it was a picture of my foot!!!!!!! ( sms: sooyoung ) ok is this better ( sms: sooyoung ) [ img_attachment.png ] ( sms: sooyoung ) omg it’s an it’s always sunny in philadelphia reference ( sms: sooyoung ) buy an album?? but then i run the risk that i won’t get your photocard :/ ( sms: sooyoung ) wouldn’t it be nice to just see you in person instead??

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rkjxy​:

the return back to you

she feels suddenly self aware. not just of the few glances they have been receiving, but of the memories from the last time they met face to face. how she had felt so despondently sad at seeing him return when she had been certain she was already used to not seeing him again. of a time before then when she was struggling to come to terms with the fact that he was gone from her world and the tears that came and went. joy still believes that her decision to turn him away when he appeared at her doorstep nearly four years ago was for the best. she needed that time to focus on herself; to build the dream she came here for. yet she cannot help but think about the what ifs. 

especially now when he stands before her and she’s in a much better place.

she’s worried her presence is making him uncomfortable. after all, she had not been exactly too kind the last time they met. he had not reacted much except but to stare, did not even return her smile. joy looks away for a second, feeling heavily scrutinised under his gaze but figures if there’s anyone between them who had the power to act naturally, it would be her. so she finds the courage to look back, after she smiles apologetically at the staff cleaning up the mess. when she hears him speak for the first time in awhile, her damned heart had the audacity to skip a formidable beat.

“maybe you should go get a new pair of socks.” she finds her voice, a soft kindness devoid of her usual exuberance. “unless you want to get a new cup of coffee first.” it had to be because no one calls her sooyoung anymore. he was the only one who called her like so, and hearing him call her with such familiarity made her nervous. it has to be because of that.

now that he doesn’t look as if a ghost had reappeared right before his eyes ( truthfully, she might as well be ), she finally has the chance to take a look at him. taehyung looks good; better than the last time she remembers. he always is, her subconscious decides for her. for that, she had to agree. the curls does something to make him look mature, his features better defined—he had grown up. she wonders for a brief moment what she could possibly look like in his eyes. would he think she looks great, just as much as she did for him?

she doesn’t know what to do next and that was the most confusing part. the rational side of her brain tells her to go before the few eyes around them turns suspicious. after all, she has what she needs. yet the other side tells her to stay, maybe ask him to catch up. but is there really anything to talk about? she thinks. in the end, she decides to follow rational thought even if a part of herself begins to argue. “i should go. i guess i’ll see you around and i’m sorry about your socks.” she smiles.

at the end of the day, taehyung really believed it was in sooyoung’s best interest that she find someone else, someone better. look at what they’d both become — well, what one of them became — and what one didn’t. taehyung had the chance years ago to keep her in his life, and instead, decided to just off and go. and now, here they were, sooyoung standing before him even more so gorgeous in person than she was in all of her photos. he’d seen some of her fantaken photos on the internet from the budding fansites but never could find justice as to just how truly beautiful she actually was without seeing her in person (or maybe he would remain forever smitten). 

his mind floods with the endless questions he wants to ask her in this moment. everything suddenly feels so temporary in a coffee shop anyways — who’s to say she isn’t in a rush now? on a schedule? meeting a new secret boyfriend that the public wouldn’t hear about for years? god, it felt awful. he wanted to know everything going on in her life now that she’d made it. i’m so proud of you, he tells her in his imagination. for everything you’ve done. 

taehyung thought he’d been swept off his feet the first time he heard sooyoung speak to him in years, but it’s really the second time that sends a heavy PANG! directly to his heart. he’s still staring, still at a loss at what exactly the universe thinks it’s doing right now by dangling some sort of lost potential before his very eyes. he never considered himself a bad person, but was what he did to her really enough to warrant this sort of fate?

“w-wait — no, no,” he stammers like the idiot he always has before her, tripping over his own two feet and his brain unable to piece together a coherent sentence. whatever, he knows this is ridiculous now. but the one thing taehyung has learned is that sooyoung has been worth everything to him — even after all these years.

and letting her go a second time is just something he couldn’t let himself live with.

“w-were you planning to stay? even just for a little bit?” he talks in short fragments as the cpu of his brain goes into overdrive to do everything in its power to get taehyung to just say something — get her to stay. he hadn’t even noticed that he’d instinctually lifted an arm up to potentially block her path to walk around him. 

“i know of course you’re probably super busy now, which i totally get, but, um,” he licks his lips as his eyes falter from her face to the floor, and back up again. he’s still trying to process that this conversation is really even happening. “whatever time you have, sooyoung-ah. it’s been a really long time.”

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@TAEHYUNGLEAN ♡ like 。。。comment everyone back off alright?? mary-chan is MY waifu 

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rkyjun​:

the birthday sorting hat

when it came to birthdays, yeonjun would always find himself being the most excited he usually is. not because there’d be a tradition for him and his family besides the usual seaweed soup. his parents weren’t exactly big on celebrations unless it had to do with his older brother. and yeonjun was already not too fond about his brother getting the attention in the family already. any more reminders of how he is considered lesser to his brother is just another reason to dislike his family more than he did before.

when it came to birthdays, yeonjun was really only excited to be hanging out with his friends. he enjoyed being able to spend time with people that actually liked him for who he was and not people would shame him for living his life. all he needed was just some good company and his birthday would be great. and that’s why he’s thankful to be with taehyung with their phones open to taking pottermore quizzes.

“we’ll do houses first,” he starts off. “and then we can figure out wand and patronus later on, if that’s cool with you!” he looks up at the other and gives him a big smile. he had a whole day dedicated to spending time with different people, so spending a good amount of time with the other today was definitely something he wasn’t going to complain about. especially since he liked causing chaos with the other so much. this however? was quite tame, but still fun. “i think i’m gonna get hufflepuff. i’m super loyal and friendly. but if i got ravenclaw because of my blue hair, that’d be cool.” he laughs just at the thought of him getting the smart house, but he doesn’t vocalize that thought. “how about you, hyung? which house do you think you’re gonna get?”

september is such a busy month for taehyung — he’s got two younger friends born in the same month, so there’s plenty for him to prepare for. with jeongguk, his birthday meant lots of video games and drinking, getting plastered, rinse and repeat. but with yeonjun, things still felt a little bit more naive and lowkey. 

it was a mental break that taehyung didn’t know he needed. it gave the two of them some good one on one time, time to just chill. yeonjun was already like taehyung in a lot of ways; the younger had clearly picked up a lot of his subconscious habits after hanging out with taehyung too much. but taehyung really enjoyed the younger’s presence, especially when it got to be on his birthday. 

“yeah dude, anything you wanna do,” taehyung gives the boy sprawled on the other side of the couch from him a reassuring smile. he’d invited him over to his own (okay, not his own, his shared) apartment for them to hang out. he’d always wanted to take the pottermore quiz, and, really — he didn’t even know how he hadn’t taken it by now. his eyes shift back down to his phone screen to read the first question. “which of the following would you most hate people to call you...?” he pauses to read the options, squinting when he doesn’t know one of the korean terms. “yeonjunnie,” he says, “what’s cowardly in english?”

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rkjimin​:

a vague sense of guilt washes over him and causes him to withdraw his hand for a brief moment. taehyung is still very much out of it, still a mess strewn on the couch, seemingly half-unaware of everything. even half an hour more could have helped. “sorry,” he says and pats his arm lightly. he continues without missing a beat, not giving it a chance to sink in, for the apology to linger and become weighted and strange. “morning came back again though. weird, right?”

he’s not necessarily surprised to hear that taehyung is feeling the aftereffects of the alcohol in his system. the younger had started long before the other guests had arrived and, from what jimin can recall, didn’t cut himself off. before answering him, he decides that this takes priority over the hollow ache in his stomach. he hums. “hold on. i’ll be right back. don’t go anywhere.” truthfully, he doesn’t know if taehyung can stand without swaying, let alone walk, but that isn’t so important.

when he returns from the kitchen, he holds a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of painkillers in the other, if taehyung might need them as well. jimin has definitely been there before, more times than he’d like to admit. “here, drink this. it’ll help; i promise.” he crouches until he’s seated on the floor beside the couch, legs folded beneath him. silently, he gives him a concerned look that conveys please, i’m not taking “no” for an answer. let me take care of you.

“we can stay inside if you want. i can try to make haejangguk,” he suggests, tone rising upward into a question, gauging the response. his experience in the kitchen is fairly limited from instant meals during his time in university and the fact that picking up something quick was simply more convenient for time. he’d try for his severely hungover friend though. “does that sound okay?”

“hyuuuuung,” taehyung bursts into a loud whine then, eyes still stubbornly shut and eyebrows furrowed in crankiness. none of it was directed at jimin, no, definitely not him — taehyung didn’t want him to go anywhere. he felt more comfortable about his hangover with jimin by his side, at least. “hyung,” he says again, his hand waving in front of the elder’s face to try and find his hand to hold with his eyes still closed. he starts when he finally finds jimin’s small hand. he’s abruptly pulled away from the other male as jimin goes in search of some medicine. taehyung finally finds the strength to open his eyes despite his throbbing head. 

he obliges with jimin’s orders to take the medicine. with the pills in one hand and glass of water in the other, taehyung obediently swallows them at once. after he hears that there’s no apparent plans for the elder boy today, at least for the morning, taehyung’s eyes widen. “really?” he sounds like he’s a child again, content with being able to spend the day with jimin. the remains of their night before, especially taehyung’s mess of empty alcohol containers, litter jimin’s living room, but the only thing the hungover male can set his mind to is the promise of food. 

“if it’s too much for you to cook, i can —” he pauses to rub his swollen, poorly slept eyes. “i can just give you my card and we can get delivery. ugh.” he scratches the back of his head. “i hope this medicine kicks in soon. my head is killing me.”

he reaches again for his friend’s hand, holding the smaller palm in his own and mindlessly playing around with the elder boy’s fingers. “hyung. don’t kill me — i might’ve made... like... 100 tiktok videos last night.”

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rkxlia​:

there is this nice little café somewhere around the city that hosts little art classes every now and then. it was not strict at all and the discipline is much lighter than what the artist in her is used to and for that reason alone, she enjoys signing up for it. the experience is pleasant and there is often an emphasis on the principle of just having fun. lia knows she certainly needs more of that when it comes to making art.

although if she were to be completely honest, she also enjoys the fact that she’s normally the best artist in the group due in part to her experience. most of the attendees just happened to be intrigued by joining art classes unlike her who lives and breathes for it. she feeds off of the ego boosting she receives every time they compliment and applaud her work at the end of each session. it was the best environment to get lost in especially after a bad feedback on an assignment at one her actual university classes.

this day, the class shifted gears. instead of the solo work she’s used to, they were ushered off in pre-assigned pairs. as she sits next to the man she was paired with, she tries not to sulk. she’s a people person, she can do partnered work. unless of course he completely butchers her vision then that’s another story all together. “hi.” she says as a way of greeting, a polite smile on her lips. “have you done this before? do you have any preferred style of painting?” she wastes no time.

it had been a demand of his own mother. the twenty-four year old still hadn’t found himself any sort of suitable employment (not true: he just wasn’t looking) and the stories he was littering his phone calls back home with were peppered with nothing substantial, and if anything, it frustrated her to no end that her son still had yet to develop any skills for himself. 

she had taken it upon herself to sign taehyung up with the help of her local seoul friends who’d agreed it’d be good for taehyung to try. though he wasn’t against it, the concept of attending an art class solely to please his mother all the way across the world certainly fulfilled the ridiculousness his mother had been feeling all these past months. 

at first, the thought of simply being put into an art class and not knowing anybody, nor anything about painting — was a bit daunting. the last time taehyung remembered using paintbrushes was in middle school, and his recollection of watercolor was fairly boring. all it was was mixing water and paint, who the hell would find the fun in any of that? taehyung pictured himself as more of a pollack sorta guy, you know, the one who got to throw paint all around his room all day and call it art. 

but taehyung can’t complain — not today. he’d been paired with a very pretty girl, one he wouldn’t mind if he had to sit across from her every week. it’d definitely be something his mother would rather hear about. “hey,” he smiles back, glad she seems personable. usually it was him starting the conversations. her questions come, fired one by one, but taehyung doesn’t flinch. “not at all. my mom is making me take this class, actually.” he blinks then, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ before he licks his lips and glances at the pairs around them. some had already begun to introduce their partners to their art styles on the provided art canvases before them. 

he misses her question entirely. he’s become too distracted by the people around him now to remember to tell the pretty girl he’s never made a real painting in his life. “hey,” he leans closer to her, eyes locked onto a man who had already begun putting paint on his canvas. “do you think these people are... y’know... like... professionals?”

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yuzurk​:

yuzu chuckles to herself as she sees the grumpy male reclaim the arena she so often came to defend and take back for team valor. if anything she really was a casual pokemon go gamer at this point but with her initial fascination and grind she had put into the game, the female had an almost invincible, top-tier team that she knew how to use to her advantage. just as he thought he had claimed it back she got back to it, a grin on her lips as she tapped away on her phone to defeat the guy and reclaim the arena.

even after she stopped working here and became a trainee instead, yuzu would see to stop by and reclaim the arena in hopes of just sometimes running into the adorable guy that always had invisible fume coming out of his head when he saw his effort gone.

today would be the last time she’d be able to stop by for a while and yuzu was half tempted to give herself away today. if only so he had a face to the one who always caused him such distress and frustration.

it’d become far too much of an addiction now for taehyung to say otherwise about the game. he couldn’t even cross a street or stop inside any convenience store without opening up the app without checking for any pokestops or nearby wild pokemon (though the countless number of useless normal types really did get on his nerves, though). seoul was an endless universe of pokemon go greatness that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to part with. it’d become far too much of his second nature.

he wasn’t going to give up yet. yes, he’d lost this raid and was deemed unsuccessful — but who needed to know that? nobody. and he wasn’t going to leave this cafe today without leaving a proud and victorious team instinct member. with a small huff, taehyung pushes his chair out to wander back to the counter with his empty coffee glass. “can i get another iced americano,” he says, slightly disgruntled as he reaches for his card to pay. he pauses before handing the female behind the counter his card. “actually — can you put two shots in it?”

he was going to be here awhile.

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nakork​:

hongdae was known for its vast variety of all kinds of extravagant people. nako enjoyed the chaos, the life and the diversity once in a while. finding a quiet corner to listen to street musicians or the faint chatter of friends as they laughed at one of their peers telling a funny story, she’d either read a book or do some reading for class while sipping away on an iced americano.

it sometimes occurred however that a rather lively bunch would film something or want to take pictures right at the spot she had declared as her chill zone. more often than not nako didn’t mind leaning out of the frame but the guy who was seemingly filming a tiktok for one thing or the other was swaying around so much that it was impossible for nako to dodge out of the frame.

lips pursed together she thus gathered her things, papers held to her chest as she got up to try and shift to another place, out of his frame.

it’d been awhile since taehyung found himself back in hongdae, the life force of what made seoul so great — it kept taehyung feeling alive, breathing, delusional that he could live in such irresponsible, carefree, ignorant bliss for the rest of his life. the vibe was just too good. no matter the occassion, whether it be bad weather or the end of the world, people would mark this neighborhood as their place to go out on (and hey, at least they would die happy doing so).

all he found himself wanting to do today was record something ridiculous. it hit him like a wall of bricks earlier in the morning when he’d been staring mindlessly at his phone screen at four in the morning and squinting at the limitless trail of video loops he’d fallen deep into. once taehyung was down the tiktok rabbit hole, there wasn’t any sort of getting him out until he either needed to take a piss, eat, or better yet, sleep.

he’d found a friend to drag along with him today to film, and decided he’d film a montage of different spots on the main strip of the neighborhood. taehyung hadn’t actually realized he’d begun dancing too close to a girl seemingly deep into her studies until he’d noticed his friend gesturing for him to move away and pointing behind him. taehyung had been mid-dance, arms stretched out in both directions as he whipped his head around to look.

“wait — hey — ow, shit,” he tries to call, but accidentally turns his neck too quick before he catches sight of a female around his age, visibly not happy that he’d disturbed her in her own corner. taehyung rubs at the side of his neck to massage the pain that was only getting worse. “don’t leave,” he says quickly, holding his other hand up to her in hopes it might get her to stay. he feels bad — he didn’t want her to actually have to move because of him. “you, um, you wanna be in my tiktok video with me?”

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jkookrk​:

he laughs loudly as he tries to shove taehyung away from the receiver, the sane part of his brain feeling just the tiniest bit sorry that they’ll have to deal with the both of them driving in their car. jeongguk wonders if they prepared some pukebags just in case. not like they’d need them but the cab driver didn’t know that.

once he hung up jeongguk leans back with a heavy sigh, his limps feeling like dead weight before he forces himself to look for any stray cans taehyung might have missed and trying to build a little can tower on top of the wobbly table. all effort is lost when new alcohol shoved into his chest cause his arm to move, knocking the cans right back over again. instead of feeling exasperated about his efforts being wasted he giggles like the drunk idiot he is, placing the last can dead center onto the table before accepting what had been handed to him.

“a beer for on de way,” he agrees and cracks one open before toasting it towards the elder male. at the other’s inability to speak properly, jeongguk howls forward in laughter, almost dropping his beer in the process while clutching at his abs that hurt from how hard he was laughing. eventually he collapses tiredly onto the table, successfully knocking the empty cans right back off the surface. 

the mention of jimin makes a dopey smile appear on his lips. “heh… I love him. so so much. he’s so… he’s just…. the best. I love him.”

taehyung watches jeongguk with a mix of the most judgmental and amused look he’s ever given anyone in his entire life. he’s trying to pay attention, trying to focus on his own given task at hand that requires him to use his motor skills — were they even still functioning? — to pick up the remaining beer cans on the table. he can’t even count how many they’d pounded through now, so far gone and no real interest in bothering to think into it. “yah, you suuuuuuuck,” he laughs watching jeongguk catastrophically fail at everything he tries to accomplish while intoxicated. he doesn’t mean it, of course, it’s painfully adorable. 

“wh... wh... where’s the... fuck, i’m forgttin korean now,” taehyung is almost keeling over at himself, his brain glitching in his most idiotic moments. the words were all on the tip of his tongue, but forgetting his second language when he was drunk was shamelessly a normal occurrence. the boys had consumed so much alcohol that taehyung was already beginning to forget they’d made plans to take a night train across the entire country on a drunken whim. a moment of taehyung staring blankly in the abyss, failing to remember, he blinks, coming back to reality and smiling down at the younger. 

“grossssss,” he says then, grinning as he grabs an empty beer can from jeongguk’s fallen tower to throw directly at his chest. he thinks about how this night would’ve been even more fun if the elder had been there — though, knowing the two of them, the situation at hand might’ve left their hyung a little too stressed out for his own good. “when we get to busan,” taehyung begins another new string of thought despite it taking awhile for it to divulge from his lips, “we should t-totally callllll him. that wuld be sooooo funny, dude.”

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rkjxy​:

📱   CONTACT    ━    👽 — you have to commend your messenger he did a really good job! — really?? i still doubt it  — they don’t actually look into my phone you know — even if they did there’s nothing to see anyway so!!! — what?? your hovercraft has eels?? — but thank you so much!!! 😊 it’s better when you didn’t write it down 😛

( sms : ???? ) of course he did, if he didn’t, they would have taken him back in the ship they came here in ( sms : ???? ) wow so nothing will happen if i send you this??? 😏 ( sms : ???? ) [ img_attachment.png ] ( sms : ???? ) Ναι, έχει πολλά χέλια. θα θέλατε να δείτε το magnum dong μου; ( sms : ???? ) wait shit i don’t think that translated right fuck ( sms : ???? ) didn’t write it down??? how else should i tell u??? ( sms : ???? ) so i guess this means next time you have a fan meeting ur gonna get me a vip backstage pass, right sooyoung-ah??

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@rkjxy

📱   CONTACT    ━    👽 — hello is this patrick??? — no, i’m sorry is this the area 51 raid coordinator??? — i’d just like to demand for my proper birthday message — the greek was passable though, good job! 😆 — how did you rope someone else to send the message though???

( sms: ???? ) hello yes you’ve reached the right person in charge ( sms: ???? ) we were concerned the message wouldn’t get through to you in time, ms. park. we’re happy to hear you’ve received our message well. ( sms: ???? ) u know google translate really comes in handy sometimes ( sms: ???? ) i think the bigger question here is how are you going to keep someone from reading these texts?? ( sms: ???? ) χαρούμενα γενέθλια, sooyoung-ah σας έχω πει ποτέ ότι το hovercraft μου είναι γεμάτο χέλια;