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vantemei · 7 years ago

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taehyung sighs as he enters his apartment, throwing his bag to land somewhere hopefully not hazardous and pulling his belt off to throw it in the same direction. as much as he loves working his dream job, modeling is not as easy as it seems. his limbs ache from holding awkward poses all day and his stomach growls with hunger from not having time to eat. on that thought taehyung drags himself to his kitchen, discarding his pants along the way so he's left in his black briefs and the silk button up he got to keep after the shoot. it's a nice off white color that goes well with his current grey hair as the stylist had pointed out. the pattering of small feet on the hardwood floor draws taehyung's attention and he smiles tiredly as yeontan comes dashing down the hallway, small puppy making a straight line to where taehyung is now crouched down to welcome the small pup.

"tan ah, i'm home. did you miss me?" it's an obvious question because the minute yeontan is in taehyung's arms he's jumping up and licking at his face and yipping happily. it makes taehyung laugh with fondness and he feels a little lighter already but he wants to cry when he opens his fridge. a head of lettuce, a tub of kimchi, a sad apple that sits bruised in the back of the second shelf, and a nearly empty jug of milk is what greets him and taehyung remembers the grocery shopping trip he blew off yesterday to get boba with jimin.

his mouth suddenly tastes like boba and bitterness and taehyung sighs heavily, too tired to work up the tears he feels stinging his eyes from frustration. "tan ah, you daddy is a fool." taehyung pouts at the puppy in his arms and yeontan yips and licks his nose, drawing another fond giggle.

his bare feet pad over the plush carpet to his bedroom and he barely strips off his shirt before he's falling onto his silk sheets, tension leaking out of his body in waves as he rolls to the middle and let's himself be enveloped by the sweet embrace of sleep, smiling as he feels his puppy wiggling himself under taehyung's arm to curl up against his chest.

an hour or two later taehyung jolts awake suddenly and sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes and looking around to try and see what woke him up. his curtains aren't drawn in his room (or anywhere else in the apartment for that matter, he much prefers natural light over artificial) and the golden ray's of the evening sun filter in through the window. yeontan still sleeps soundly beside him and taehyung idly runs a hand through his fur.

a sudden thump makes taehyung jump and his eyes go wide, suddenly very awake as he looks at where his door is cracked very slightly. he can't see his living room from the crack because of the small hallway where his bedroom is but that's definitely where the sound is coming from.

slowly getting to his feet taehyung's eyes flicker across his room. on his left draped across his closet door is his dressing gown, a gift from gucci, and on his right on the wall is his aesthetically pleasing realistic samurai sword he bought undercover at an anime convention.

another thud from the living room and taehyung jolts, grabbing the sword and pushing silently into his hallway. there's a voice mumbling something and what sounds like a muffled curse or two paired with a few more noises of someone moving stuff around.

fear chills taehyung's blood despite the warm summer breeze and taehyung bites his lip, terrified. he doesn't want to die, he has so much to do. he's hasn't been to the louvre yet! he's never been in love! jimin still owes him twenty thousand won for the time he bet taehyung to eat a ball of wasabi. yeontan still needs him!

summoning all the courage he can and sending off a last minute prayer that jimin makes sure gucci sponsors his funeral, taehyung jumps around the corner with a vicious battle cry, sword held high and ready.

when jeon jeongguk signed up to be a fireman he signed up for a life of saving lives and helping people. sometimes that does mean being the heroic man who runs into a burning building and comes out carrying a sixty year old woman and her cat but sometimes it also means doing routine fire alarm check up and being shouted at by a man in his thirties who thinks he's a government spy putting a camera in his house to spy on him. those days feel significantly less heroic but someone has to do them and jeongguk is really bad at kai bai bo.

it's a nicer complex in gangnam today which means instead of a hallway full of doors, jeongguk takes the elevator up and presses the entry code for each floor. the lower five floors have multiple apartments and as the floors go up the bigger the apartments get and the less there are per floor until the top floor that is a single apartment. most of the people jeongguk has had to deal with today have been at least politely hospitable, leaving him be to do his job and offering the rare drink.

"hello, this is the fire department. i'm here for a routine fire alarm check up, is anyone home?" jeongguk buzzes the intercom in the elevator for the last floor. it's on the highest floor so the person who lives here must make a lot. another stuck up rich person. jeongguk sighs at the thought and waits a few more minutes, trying twice more before giving up and pressing the nine digit security code into the panel in the elevator thinking the tenant must be out.

the elevator doors open into a massive room, floor to ceiling window surrounding it and the apartment is nice. it looks like more than jeongguk could afford in his life and it's decorated beautifully. the kitchen is modern and neat with white marble counter tops and an open layout. the living room is spread out with a massive tv in the wall. the living room itself looks like it's the same size as jeongguk's entire one bedroom apartment and he can't help but be amazed. far to his left is a small gated area with a bunch of small toys in it and a little bed. the gate comes up about to a little under jeongguk's knee so it's must be for a small dog.

there are various paintings on the walls and jeongguk only recognizes one of them as van gogh's almond blossoms but they're all beautiful. maybe it's an art dealer that lives here?

jeongguk shakes himself out of his marveling and makes his way to the kitchen. the kitchen is just next to the elevator and against one of the only walls that isn't a window. the fire alarm is about a third of the way up the wall and jeongguk is once again taken aback at how high the ceiling is. it must be five meters high at least.

there's a bag that's looks a bit out of place with the cleanliness of the rest of the apartment and jeongguk glances at the lion on it he recognizes vaguely as gucci. he picks the bag up and places it on the counter, out of his way as he sets the step ladder he's had to carry around all day against the wall and climbs up to begin fiddling with the alarm.

a few minutes go by of him working peacefully. there are three alarms in the apartment that he knows of. two by the kitchen and one in the hallway. jeongguk is halfway through finishing the second one when it happens.

there's a sudden scream and jeongguk whips around only to be faced with a man in briefs wielding a sword. jeongguk screams and he jerks, stool suddenly wobbly beneath him and he's falling, back slamming into the ground and air rushing out of his lungs.

"oh my god! i'm so sorry!"

jeongguk gasps for air with wide eyes as a face suddenly appears above him. honey gold skin and wide amber eyes swim into focus followed by cloud soft grey hair and plump cherry stained lips. jeongguk's feels his breath knocked out of him again, this time for a different reason.

"i though you were a sasaeng or a burgler! i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to make you fall! i mean i did but that's because i thought you were gonna steal my stuff or kidnap me! oh god im so sorry! are you ok?!"

jeongguk just gapes dumbly, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tries to remember how to speak but he can't think of anything but the way the beauty in front of him sounds like his voice was a thunderstorm dipped in chocolate and jeongguk felt like he was drowning.

"oh my god you have brain damage don't you- i've ruined your life! i can't believe i-" the beauty looks over jeongguk's head, presumably for injuries and jeongguk suddenly remembers the mostly naked state of said beauty and can't stop himself before his eyes are wandering down. he looks like he takes bathes in honey is all jeongguk can think as he scans over his toned but slim figure, choking when his eyes come to rest on the golden barbells running through dusty pink nipples.

"ok ok you wait here and i'll get dressed and i'll get you some ice!" the beauty is gone before jeongguk can even gather himself to form a single word and no he does not stare at the way his ass moves as he disappears down the hallway ('goddamn what a snack').

by the time the beauty is back, this time dressed in black sweatpants with a red black and white snake down the left leg and loose cream button up that shows his collarbones, jeongguk has managed to make his way to the unfairly comfortable couch in the living room where he gapes just as lamely as he did on the floor as he holds the back of his head.

the beauty passes the cold pack he grabbed to jeongguk and takes a seat beside him biting his lower lip in worry.

"i'm so sorry about this, i didn't know anyone from the fire department was coming today and i thought you were a sasaeng who managed to get in. do you need me to take you to the hospital? how are you feeling?"

"i-i'm ok i just- i was surprised by the sword," jeongguk finally manages to choke out and the beauty flushes. jeongguk feel's like he's looking at the eighth wonder of the world.

"ah that. i don't really have an explanation for that? i just grabbed the first thing i saw?"

"a sword?"

beauty shrugs. "i have hobbies."

this draws a laugh out of jeongguk and the beauty looks relieved to hear it, smiling in relief.

"i'm jeon jeongguk, i'm a fireman- i guess you can tell from the shirt," the black shirt he's wearing with his jeans that says 'SEOUL FIRE DEPARTMENT' in big white letters. wow jeongguk, smooth. "i came here to check you fire alarms and make sure they're working."

"oh my god i haven't even introduced myself yet. i'm kim taehyung i'm sorry i almost attacked you with a sword." jeongguk laughs again and this time the beauty, taehyung, joins him. his laugh is just as amazing as his blush was. jeongguk's heart skips a beat.

"are you sure you feel oka- OH MY GOD!" jeongguk barely processes the horrified look on taehyung's face before his head is grabbed, gently, and pulled forward. "jeongguk-ssi you're bleeding! oh my god we need to go to the hospital!"

there's a sudden small bark and they both jolt, taehyung releasing jeongguk's head to crouch down and pick up the small dog that appeared by their feet.

"tan ah, i'm sorry baby, daddy's gotta go again ok? be a good boy for me until i'm home," taehyung presses a kiss to the puppy's head and jeongguk tries not to faint as taehyung's words hit him full force, a blush taking over his face until it must resemble gochujang.

"let me grab my keys and i'll drive you, i'm so sorry about this jeongguk-ssi." taehyung sets the puppy down in the play area jeongguk notices earlier and he dashes down the hallyway again, reappearing with a leather wallet he slips in his back pocket with his keys, dialing his phone in one hand while he helps jeongguk stand with the other.

now that they're moving jeongguk is suddenly more aware of the feeling of wetness sliding down the back of his skull and how suddenly dizzy he feels, grunting in surprise as the elevator doors open and he topples forward. strong arms wrap around his waist before he can fall more than a couple centimeters and jeongguk is pulled into a strong chest, one arm still around his waist and the other now holding a phone against taehyung's ear.

"jin-hyung! are you working today.....i need help......no i'm fine but i accidentally attacked this really hot fireman with a sword- no! that is not a euphemism!"

jeongguk giggles a little drunkenly and leans his head on taehyung's shoulder, the one his arm is over, inhaling the scent of eucalyptus and chai with a ditzy smile.

"no hyung, seriously i think he has a concussion, he's bleeding!.......yes.....yes....ok, thank you so much hyung i owe you! we'll be there in fifteen minutes."

taehyung hangs up the call and looks worriedly over at jeongguk. he seems ok aside from the dizzy look on his face and the blood that has now begun to drip down his forehead. taehyung yelps and brings his sleeve up to wipe at it, any idea of a stain not even concerning him.

they make it through through the lobby and to garage relatively easily with taehyung supporting a solid amount of jeongguk's weight before he's sitting him down on the curb and telling him to 'wait here, don't move!'. jeongguk doesn't think he could do much moving anyway, his head is really starting to throb.

jeongguk doesn't even take a second glance at the car that pulls up next to him until taehyung is by his side and helping him into it and jeongguk openly gapes as he's ushered into the black porsche. he doesn't remember much after that. he can hazily recall getting to the hospital and being helped onto a gurney but the next time he wakes up he's greeted again by wide amber eyes and the most beautiful man in the world.

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praamicon-blog · 8 years ago

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Animal Consumption - A Cruel Practice

Justification For Unimaginable Torture Many individuals have explained with pride they are strong proponents of animal rights and so they appear to revere and respect animals to your high level. I've sometimes wondered if these same people may probably have significantly more respect for animals than people but that's another matter altogether. Many have actually gone as far as to generally show to this writer that animals must be respected on nearly the exact same level as people. I am not sure about using it to that stage, nonetheless I really do believe that all animals are God's creation and should be treated with inflammation, pride, and value. However in regards to the raising of pets for food this attitude is lightyears away from the particular modes and traditions of a. The only consideration in this thousand dollar cash unit may be the important thing in dollars and cents, and simple animals spend a dear price in terms of the unimaginable cruelty inflicted to them in order to meet our insatiable bad desires. In line with the "USDA Slaughter Stats" for 2008, over 18.5 million animals were slaughtered (there's reasonable the word "slaughtered" does not seem very pleasant) which figure rises annually. You may be sure precious little concern is going to be fond of the more than 18 thousand creatures that can die this year regarding the types of raising then killing them. Many who speak of their love for animals convert a deaf ear to the obvious and incomprehensible cruelty if they sit back with their normal routine of gorging on the tissue of innocent animals.

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In the high-stakes world of raising animals for human consumption the main element will be to squeeze the most out of each dog for the least amount of money. Consequently whether you're chowing down on some poultry, poultry, pig, duck, cow, or some other animal, be confident that your meal was probably stored in a place so small that it mightnot possibly change or take a nap and that is, incidentally, for your entirety of its brutally shortened life. Many of the creatures that you have eaten in the past and will eat in the future, were ofcourse, not allowed the luxury of a little exercise in the totality in their living to ensure that just of energy that their tortured figures generated went towards making weed, eggs or milk. The big corporation heads which can be responsible for having your dinner to Safeway, have found that the more creatures they pack into a smaller space, the more mansions and automobiles they're able to purchase. Your Dinner Was Definitely Tortured In order to fulfill your ritual yearning for animal flesh, your "main class" was provided medications and hgh to obtain it fatter faster also to make certain it did not die before it might "spend the piper". You see the living conditions it was subjected to would normally eliminate it were it not for that drugs. Your meal was probably genetically mutated therefore it will be able to produce more eggs, milk, or whiter flesh. The type of cruelty your choice of animals for supper has experienced is worldwide to all farmed animals although each type, whether they be hens, chickens, cattle, pigs, turkeys or any other factory farmed animal has encountered tortures exclusive for the way that business raises (it sickens me to utilize the term) them. Chickens that suffer abuse so you will get your breakfast served over-easy are warehoused in cages no bigger than the room underneath your sink. These tiny cages which property up to seven birds are stacked in tiers one along with one other by the thousands. That is where these smart creatures can stay until they're slaughtered. They won't be discrete for an afternoon walk or perhaps a stretch. They will not escape that box until they die. Your breakfast sausage was warehoused in a crate so small that it wasn't ready to turn around or take a nap easily for the entirety of its shortened life. The pigs you have eaten (that will be the main reason you are battling obesity and clogged arteries) are now form, wise nice, inquisitive, loving animals who certainly shouldn't end up in your fork or stuck to your intestinal walls. When you take a chunk from the "Flame Broiled Whopper" at lunch, understand that the cow that offered your luxury (as well as your next coronary attack) was castrated, and was afflicted by marketing, and had its horns ripped from its head. Be confident that your hamburger will not run you one-dollar more on account of these atrocities since the large businesses did not spend anything on things such as pain killers before they ripped out the animals horns. And if it's the same for you I don't possibly desire to talk about how unpleasant castration would be while still totally conscious and without treatment. Drugged and Genetically Altered Wash your hamburger down with some good cold milk and rest inside the fact that the dairy cows were drugged and genetically altered to produce more milk then they were obviously able to. These were artificially inseminated in order that they may have babies and thus produce milk, but obviously the park manufacturer did not permit all of your breakfast milk to visit the children. These were taken from their whaling mother right after delivery and delivered to veal farms where they will be located in a cage too little to move for the remaining of their short lives. They will have their skin artificially whitened therefore it looks more appealing to your palate, and when they have outgrown their extremely small cage (remember they've never been from it one-minute since being stolen from their mother) they will be slaughtered so you can have some tender veal along with a glass of wine at your favorite restaurant. Meanwhile their mom will be artificially inseminated again as well as the same approach is going to be repeated until she's physically incapable of making any longer milk. She'll bear all of this and also face the most inhumane treatment possible awaiting the time she is deemed to be no longer useful then she will be sent to the slaughterhouse. There's No Such Thing As GENTLE BEEF Every animal you have actually purchased at King Soopers has undergone an existence that's nothing lacking pain. Many would now create the event that they purchase only "Gentle Beef", or "Free Range Eggs" or "organic" milk and so they have assuaged their shame in the ritual usage of animals. Even if these animals were really raised in an entirely humane system (they most likely were not) there's for many practical uses no legislation in position to guard their slaughterhouse luck. When they have outgrown their usefulness (which means their health are wasted and used) they'll be jampacked into vehicles, struggling to go, and pushed over many miles in most possible extreme weather condition. Many will not endure the trip that will really become a more merciful fate. Whenever they do make it alive to the slaughterhouse they'll probably experience a number of of those injustices; strangling, beatings, skinning, scalding, and butchering while still fully informed. Find a Federal Meat Inspector or simply the normal Joe who works within the slaughterhouse if you want affirmation of the above mentioned because if they are sincere they will admit to seeing these heinous acts repeatedly. Please do not turn a deaf ear to this because this most definitely was the fate of the pet you'll eat for dinner tonight. If You Truly Love Pets the Answer IsN't Difficult You may be one who claims to love animals (and really do) and even winner their privileges but if you're an animal consumer you're the reason for impossible torture and cruelty to many of these innocents each and every year. If it were your pet or cat you would possess the whole scope of regulations in your corner if everyone were to so much as think of hurting it. I will say with utmost confidence however, that the cow that's the main course on your own plate was also an incredibly intelligent dog having a distinct personality. It was loving and dedicated and a fantastic creature. It really would have produced a fantastic friend and partner no less suitable your dog or cat, except that it'd eat more and would not maneuver very well within the living room. You'd probably be amazed to learn about the intelligence and distinct character traits of chickens, hens, pigs, along with other farm animals. If you really understood more about the intelligence of the animals and their true natures you'd not readily be the reason for their misery.

If you don't know, or refuse to know, your ignorance will continue to cause their torture. The law is working for you however and most certainly not on the side of the farm animal. Large corporations have long since paid for the proper to inflict untold suffering on these amazing creatures, and have lobbied for that right to allow you to imagine the rest that you might want to consume these animals for health. Nothing may be further from your reality however, and I hope that at the very least you are willing to lose the blindfold of indifference and start your eyes to this brutal inhumane treatment of the animals that share our world. The only answer would be to stop eating animal flesh. All you need to lose is the diabetes and some excess weight. Get acquainted with more about Animal Jam Generator

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