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[kreslas]

kjnxtio

          Headphones on, world off. That was what the male's (who was at least ten feet away from where she was standing) shirt read. It was interesting. "Headphones on, world off," she whispered to herself, taking steps closer to the male. As she started to inch closer and closer, her eyes widened at the sight of who it was. What was his name again?, she mused, hitting her head softly at how forgetful she was. Wasn't it... Jongin? He's the one from the Kim family, no?

         Her hand reached up to tap his shoulder lightly. "Jongin?" Her voice piqued into an inquiry, hoping that she wasn't being mistaken. It's been such a long time since she had last seen him and his family. Although, she was sure that he wasn't really with his family anymore.

[blvjae]

"Focus on my voice."

(　× it's strange, really -- how easy it is to slip inside yourself when your eyes lose focus, when you can feel the wet of blood sticking to your hair and everything becomes clear and faded all at once.  vision blurred, ears picking up only the things they want to; jaehyun is at a loss and it's all so very peculiar.  he wonders for a moment if this is what having an out -of -body experience feels like; disoriented, cold.  his fingers reach up to his head and it's red that covers them like flower petals.  but a voice catches his ears and it's both too loud and too quiet -- it's telling him to focus.  who .. ? ) " ... " (　× he turns his head in the direction that he thinks the voice is coming from and it's just a little blurry because the other male [ ??? ] is so close, so close.  his voice is thick, his tongue feels like dead weight and it's a little appalling to him when he realizes his own words -- ) " .. what happened?"  (　× because he really, really doesn't know. ) 

[hanzhuque]

{` of course it's tempting. too tempting after growing such a very untainted knowledge of Luhan. not something he can resist, even if it'd most likely end in him being beaten. so once the other has finished their water, Jongin promptly stares perhaps for a bit too long, ending up licking his own lips— before he almost automatically brings a hand around the latter's delicate jawline, cupping their face closer before pressing a gentle kiss to their lips.}

The setting was at Jongin’s two floored flat. Specifically at the small table that was meant for two people. Lu Han was writing in his notebook, taking notes from his history book. He could feel his glasses slipping so he raised a hand and pushed them up with his index finger. Little time by time, his head alternated between looking at the note book and his history book.

His hand extended to reach out for his glass of water and he presses the rim of the tall glass to his lips, and takes a small sip of water, without looking away from his book. He then places it back on the table, and shifts a bit. He could feel Jongin staring at him. The other’s eyes were burning holes into his head, but he some how ended up ignoring it.

He twirled his pencil around his fingers and grunted, feeling a little agitated because he couldn’t figure out the question to one of the problems in the books. He then tried to relax and he placed his elbow on the table, leaning his head on his hand. The tip of his tongue slipped out, so it could glide over his chapped lips.

He then went to bite his lip as another habit in being agitated and angrily  flipped through the pages. Once he saw that he found the answer, his lips curved to a smile and he immediately turned his gaze back to his notebook to write the answer. After a bit more time passed, he grew thirsty again and he reached out for his water once more, but when he grabbed his glass, it felt empty.

He pulled the glass towards him to look and confirm that there was no water inside. “Hey.. May I get some more water please?” He set the glass down, and went back to his notebook. He didn’t hear a shuffle so he asked again.

"Hey… Jongi—"

That was the last thing he said before he felt fingers curl around his jawline. This in fact, got his attention as he looked at the other’s chocolate colored eyes with his own brown eyes. There was something wrong but before he could say anything, he saw that either Jongin was moving closer or he was being forced forward. He tried to move back. but it was no use.

Soon Jongin’s soft, plump, pink lips met his own plump, pink, chapped ones. His eyes almost immediately widened to the size of mini golf balls, while his cheeks . He sat there, frozen, not knowing what to do. His first kiss was stolen, and by a male, at that. Internally he didn’t know what to do. Should he kiss back? No he couldn’t because he didn’t know how to. Should he slap the other? No that was mean, but this guy stole his first kiss! In the end he didn’t do anything because for the first time, he didn’t know what to do except blink rapidly and take it, though, internally, he was screaming.

[nightxlion]

☻

Your legs, those nice long toned legs. 

[pcytio-inactive-blog]

kjnxtio replied to your post:Okay, but let's talk business here. Fine ass Lexus or a wrecked Bentley?

I don’t say please when I know you’ll have an advantage of the purchase too. {` twists his mouth into a skeptical expression.} I will have my opportunity, both to kill the Bentley and you for calling me something that awful.

I could easily buy that car for my own pleasure, show it off, and never let you ride it. ( * he answers calmly, but a smile threatens to tug at his lips, wanting to further irritate you with such pet names. ) Now, that's not the way to my wallet. Hm, calling you what? 

[kreslas]

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[apt218]

          --{ ° } "Well.. here are the cars you have that you can choose from." Taemin turned to the male he'd met earlier, raising an eyebrow. "We can take whichever one you want-- if you want. I remember you said you liked cars." he gets out of his parked black mustang, waiting for the man to do the same, shutting his door and resting his arms on the top of the car with his chin rested on them, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "Or.. if you even want to steal one."

[hanzhuque]

"This bimbo told me to leave and called me untainted and a nerd and now he duct taped my mouth. I'm being bullied. Someone call the bully patrol---"

[doehye-blog]

Lilac Fairy.

Lilac Fairy: A moment that made you realize something amazing? Or world changing?

I haven’t really had one yet.. [‘she murmurs, eyes lowering to focus on her shoes as she thinks] Maybe.. When I got to Seoul, and found that I could actually have a chance at living a happy life..? Yes, I think that’s quite world-changing [‘she smiles a little and nods, lifting her large eyes again]

[aelath]

unexpected — a & j

[ ' when it comes to business , this one in particular, he always awaits the sun's descend into the abyss. because it is so much easier to remain unnoticed in the dead of night, when the shadows serve as protection. therefore, he is out wandering, the soles of his shoes crushing gravel beneath them, steps echoing between tiled walls. it's simple, it always has been, but today is special for he's not outside for the hunt, not for checking anyone's catches. he has been given a name, about a week back, a name and means of contact. it's rare for him to involve strangers, to hire people he hasn't met before, but he figures it might be for the better, perhaps? but this round has to be another exception, because the delicacy of the wares he needs transported, the safety and the discretion, is crucial. for what he has been told, this one is a good driver, but he still needs to check on other qualities, has to make sure he's fit for the job he plans on assigning to him. it makes his nerves a bit more jittery than they usually are and of course it has him annoyed. it ruins his perfectly calm demeanor by mixing his usual amber hue with traces of light blue, almost making them look green if not watched properly. gruesomely bothersome. he sighs, turns around another corner, adjusts his dark locks, to make sure they stay out of his eyes. he has chosen his places with common sense, secluded yet easy to find, if one has the right contacts and knows the areas well. so his wandering soon comes to a stop, back resting against the tiling of a rundown warehouse-wall, hands shoved into denim-pockets and he waits. waits and waits and waits, patient because he knows he's early — much to his own pleasure because it gives him time to prepare his little surprise testing properly. oh how he will enjoy seeing this. ' ] 

[pcytio-inactive-blog]

Okay, but let's talk business here. Fine ass Lexus or a wrecked Bentley?

The least you could do when asking me to stretch my budget to buy you a new car is say please. And you're not even coming close my Bentley, baby boy. 

[fixingunicorn]

Letting go. // kjnxtio

 Truth be told, Yixing didn't give a fuck that evening. 

 He had those moments, the weakness slipping through him like poison and forcing bile up his throat, moments when he felt like giving in. It was never truly easy, and it never truly got better, not for him. He might be able to put on a small smile and wave loosely at the fans, hiding behind hazy eyes and relaxed expression. Sure. That was no problem. But not many knew what was going on under it all, where the shitstorm of pain laid. One derived from either physical or mental exhaustion, it was always there, and you could even see it if you looked into his eyes long enough and managed to see past the mask on the surface of his pupils. 

 There was only one person that knew how to see past it. One that was there by his side, silent and strong and always catching him when he was about to fall and break into million pieces like the porcelain doll he was. With big hands and small smiled and warmth in his eyes he had saved him over and over again, and now he was gone, left without saying goodbye or explaining, and it fucking hurt. It hurt him enough to send him walking into a bar and drinking his sorrows away, not caring that he had practice in less than six hours or that he had a performance in less than four days. Just tonight, just this once, he would get drunk and irresponsible and cry himself to sleep only to wake up with a killer hangover. 

 However, he still couldn't just sulk in his corner for the entire evening, and so, as he was mildly drunk and rather deep into his fourth glass of soju, he finally looked around, as if noticing that he wasn't the only person in the bar, and his eyes fell on the guy nursing his drink on his right. Hair fell perfectly on his dark eyes and somewhat exotic skin, and there was just something about him that clicked and made Yixing part his lips, his accented Korean coming out rather sluggishly. 

 "Hi... Mind if I buy you another drink? You look like you need one." 

[surditebaek-blog]

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[hanzhuque]

{` creeps up behind the other to squeeze their ass.}

He was minding his own business, trying to cook some ramen, when he felt someone squeeze his behind. He yelped out and jumped, dropping the ramen on the ground. He slowly turned around and glares at the other before bending down to pick up his packet. “Pervert—-“

[renexead]

kjnxtio replied to your post:/post/85944504813 hey where is this from please :3

[ jaejoong’s just another girl mv! ]

{{Thank you~! It couldn't have been about any of the classic horror that I'm a provisionado about could it, noooo XD }}

[hanzhuque]

Mine now.

First person to say “Mine now” in the ask box owns me for 3 days

He lifted his hand and slapped it against his forehead. “Damn it.”