#mxnsxga-93

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﹙  @mxnsxga-93​, cont. from . . . ﹚

﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ ihaven’tevendrank thamuch tho ﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ r u lik psyyychic or somthin ???!?? ﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ ihowd u kno i was in some pizzzzeri a ? ﹤  sms  ⇢  yoongs ♡  ﹥ ok but likea r u gonn say yes o rno ?

[twinjxn]

for @mxnsxga-93​ taken from here

“Really? You’re  not busy?? Thank so much! ” Moving in closer, her hand reached out and grasped a  hold of his own, fingers lacing together with a bright smile on her face. There was a reason for her apprehension; she was nervous. She wanted to celebrate their anniversary together rather than just sending him a text or voicemail, or anything like that. They’d been through so much, both separately and together than she wanted it to be special. Pressing against him and resting her head on his shoulder for a moment, she begins to pull him towards her apartment. She’d already set up for the little party she had planned for the two of them to have. “I promise it won’t be too hard. You’ll have fun, too!”

[icemiracle]

❝ say it. ❞

we walk among gods | status: accepting

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry!” Suriel’s practically screaming the words out. Yoongi was surprisingly lively this day and he was sitting on top of the ice bird, blocking any means of his escape and tickling his sides. “I SAAAAAAAID I AM SORRY!” The boy’s squirming underneath his friend, trying his best to wiggle out of this trap he fell into.

The best he managed to do was grabbing Yoongi’s wrists and pulling his hands away for a moment, finally able to take a breather. “Listen, I’m not making any of these things up. You’ve seen the winter wonderland. It’s as real as it gets. I could do that even in summer! I’m not lying.” He’s still laughing in between his words, looking up into the other’s face. “Give me a moment. A minute or two. I need to calm down.” Once he saw Yoongi nodding, he let go of his hands and watched as they fell by his sides.

They’re at Yoongi’s place and normally he’d ask for permission to do anything but this night the little trickster bird felt more like an imp and as soon as he could focus, a smile bloomed on his lips. He pictured in his mind snowflakes falling on the tip of Yoongi’s nose and it didn’t take long for his visualisation to take place in real life.

It was snowing in Yoongi’s apartment.

[eldorvdo-blog]

@mxnsxga-93

“so, like....how much do you get paid to do that?” it’s a question that comes out fast, spilling out of her mouth before she can even stop to taste it. yerin isn’t someone who usually stops others for conversation, but tonight she’s curious. she’s been standing outside of this club for about forty-five minutes, wandering around, trying to find clients as she calls them. her clients are usually drunk single men who are desperate for a woman’s touch on their skin and wasted men in relationships who are out without their wives or girlfriends knowing it. it’s not work that yerin likes to do, but the way she sees it, nobody is really supposed to like working. people don’t work because they want to - at least, not most people - but because they have to in order to make a living. this is one of those things for her. she needs money and she’ll do anything to get some, even if that means giving sweaty men a quick tug in the alleyway behind the strip club. “the dancing thing, i mean. is it good money?”

she’s not interested in stripping. she doesn’t really know why she’s asking, but tonight she’s curious. she’s caught glimpses here and there from when the doors were swung open and closed. she knows he’s the one who was up there on stage. would dancing and taking her clothes off for an audience really be a better option than reaching into men’s underwear? frankly, yerin’s ready to give up doing men sexual favors for extra cash - and taking off her clothes for them sounds like a sexual favor, too.

but still, for some odd reason, tonight she’s just curious.

[jichvx]

[ @mxnsxga-93​ ] 

　　　　　　　　Dark chocolate hues raise from being lowered, His expression had been in fact expressionless for quite some time now, It was pretty normal for Yoongi to be this way, If he didn’t have much to say he’d easily just sit there in contentment with her company, Fingers gripped around the coffee cup and a small hummed laugh leaves his tiers, An unsure smile, Was it because his porcelain skin looked soft in this lightening? or his complexion was pretty ― ? He doesn’t question it though, He’s been told much stranger things than him looking like a statue, He takes her compliment, although he feels much rather shy about it, Really? A statue? Not possible.

　　　　　　　　❝No.. no one’s ever told me I look like a statue.❞ He forms a small smile, half confused about it still ― Maybe she meant it in a bad way? Always, Negativity beams it’s way through his system. ❝Was I creeping you out?❞ He tips his head towards one side, Finally bringing the cup of coffee to his lips to take a small sip from it the warm liquid.

  ❧ A forged relieved gaps left her lips, her voice raising an octave higher dramatically. “Oh he is alive!” She exclaimed, this time a laughing at her own reaction. It’s happened before. Her constant blabbering causing the other to become almost mute, however usually others would show some signs of interest- but Yoongi had completely given up on such pretentious acts. She took the opportunity to examine his state. 

“Seriously? I’ve never seen anyway sit so still for that long before.” The nurse teased, a crooked smile permanently plastering on her lips. “No no, it’s not creepy at all- it’s...interesting?” She hummed slighty and strecthed out the last word whilst contemplating whether the word was an appropriate enough description.  

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things were going so smoothly, she was walking with yoongi one moment, having a casual conversation with him, holding his hand but she had this growing feeling in the pit of her stomach that something would go wrong that day and it sure as hell did. gunshots rang out between her gang and the rival gang who had spotted them. as jinah went to shield yoongi, she noticed that he was holding his stomach. her eyes immediately grow wide, holding onto him and sitting him down. "fuck! fuck! fuck!" she curses, pulling her gun out of the back of her shorts as her left hand holds yoongi's wound. "it's okay...it'll be okay, oppa--" her voice was shaking, but she was trying her hardest to be strong like he was always strong for her. as the men from the rival gang approached them, she pulls out her gun, momentarlily letting go of yoongi to shoot them in the head before soon both of her hands are on yoongi's stomach, trying to hold it so he wouldn't bleed out. "i love you," she says quickly, before looking over at the gang member seungri to call the ambulance, he was already on it, having almost read her mind. "don't close your eyes, okay? you can't sleep right now." she says, eyes staring into his.

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[joenjnvg]

‹ continuation from here  ---  @mxnsxga-93. ›

       ( ♚ )   —   it wasn’t necessarily yoongi whom had been making any mistakes, but jeongguk had just felt the need to be alone; with no reason in particular to explain this. brows knit inwards as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for the abrupt sentence, but there simply wasn’t anything he could tell the opposite male. white row of teeth slowly dug into bottom part of tiers, toying around with flesh for a good few minutes until releasing   ---   finally coming up with words to say; but none there’d make sense.   ❝   i don’t know  ---  i just don’t want to  ...  i don’t know, yoongi.   ❞   response might have made the elder more confused, because it hadn’t been helping himself to gain any process of this sudden agitated mood to effect his behavior so badly.   ❝   you didn’t do anything wrong though, i know that much.   ❞   male spoke meekly, not wanting yoongi to start blaming himself for the outcome of the situation.

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﹙  @sxgaboo​ , cont. from … ﹚

                    《 ※ 》     SLOWLY, THE CORNERS of his lips are pulling upwards into a wide grin with the unveiling of those tiny dimples at the edge of his mouth. An exaggerated sigh falls from his lips at the younger of the two, which is then followed by the shaking of his head. 

❝  I can’t believe you ate that many already.  ❞ His pools of dark chocolate panned over towards the coffee table where the wooden popsicle sticks lie on top of a cotton napkin, neatly folded and painted in varying shades. He had just gone to the restroom to wash his hands and wipe himself down with a damp towel — this summer heat was definitely murder; a slow, excruciating murder.  Plopping down on the ground next to Yoongi, Sangcheol runs his fingers through faded, orange locks and grabs one of the ice cream sticks inside of the box. ❝  Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do, Yoongs.  ❞ In the back of his mind, he knew this was a dumb idea, but he’s just going to blame it on the wretched heat for frying his brain and making him do absolutely ridiculous things he wouldn’t do in the winter ( well maybe since he’d probably drink a scathing hot cup of hot chocolate ) . As soon as he pulls the wrapper off, he shoves the icy treat into his mouth and takes a large bite, chewing vigorously away until—

❝  AUGH !!! BRAIN FREEZE !!!  ❞ 

[twinjxn]

❛why do you keep staring at them?❜

@mxnsxga-93 sent a jealousy starters

The question catches her off guard, it causing her to break her line of vision with the person on the other side of the room. It wasn’t so much the question itself, but the tone in which it was said. She’d never really known the male to actively voice his jealousy, especially when they were out and about like they were. Taking one last glance only to see the stranger had moved and disappeared in the sea of people, she sighs and turns her attention back to the male beside her. They had looked familiar to her but she wasn’t entirely sure where from. However, the pondering thought dissipates from the rather unpleased look on on his face. “Aww, don’t be like that~” Yejin moves towards him to wrap her arms around him, only to have him push her advances away slightly, obviously not the happiest at having her attention taken from him.

“I thought it was someone I knew. Besides, you know you’re still my favorite.” Yejin coos as she finally manages to catch him in a hug and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, nuzzling into him soon after. He appears to be satiated with the confession and affection, judging by the way his arms wrap around her waist and hold her close.

[icemiracle]

@mxnsxga-93 continued (x)

　　　　　　　　It was always welcoming to allow the younger to stay over, no matter what the reason was, If it was just Suriel bursting into his house and suddenly chatting his ear off about nonsense that the older tried to keep up with but sometimes it was hard, Although he’d nod and continue to encourage him ― or if it was because the younger wanted to eat the snacks that he had baked, Usually it was only the brunette who ate what he made anyway, which was always nice to see someone shove his food, that he made into their mouth but it was also just nice when the younger just wanted to be there, to accompany Yoongi or because he just needed him, because they always silently missed one another but just wouldn’t say it out loud for the one beside them to hear ― it was kind of stupid. Tipping his head to the side with brows knitting in worry at those words, Sure if he kept it at just. ‘is it okay if I sleep in your bed tonight?’ yoongi would have formed a smile and called him silly, that he was welcomed to sleep next to him whenever he wanted, even if it meant that the older would cling onto his body and only feel himself shiver from not catching warmth from him and the complete opposite ( it’d be much nicer in the summer, he’d admit to himself silently ) but Suriel continued, adding ‘i’m kind of freaked out.’ and the mint haired boy wasn’t sure if he was being dramatic or if he meant it, It was always like that with him.

　　　　　　　　❝I mean ― yeah, Of course.. you can sleep in my bed.❞ He’s reaching out to take the younger males’ hand into his own, it’s in a comforting way because he’s generally worried about the taller. ❝But what’s wrong? Why are you freaking out?❞ He questions and was already leading him towards his bedroom, maybe he’ll feel more secure and safe if the two of them hid out in his bedroom like it was some kind of room that blocked them out from the cruel world.

Yoongi agreed and it had Suriel relax for a short moment but it wasn’t long before all the tension returned again. Yoongi asked a question before they even were in bed and Suriel with his guard all up kept silent until they reached the bed and he could lay down. Soon after that he reached his hands out for the other and pulled him onto the bed with himself. That’s when the physical contact stopped all together. Eyes kept on the other male the corners of his lips turned upwards but it was just for a mere moment before his worried face expression returned. He’s lying beside Yoongi, tongue dragged along his upper lip -- he’s taking time, collecting thoughts. Most of it would be really hard to explain to his human friend. “I just couldn’t stand being alone right now.” But there was a lot more. Unsaid went how afraid he was of loosing his friends one day. How terrified he was that the day Yoongi, Sangcheol, Minki or Naoko die would come unexpected. How, no matter how late or soon it would come he would still not be prepared for it.

“I’m afraid of the world moving on.” he continued, but what he was really afraid of was him moving on -- the faces in his mind getting more blurry until they’re finally erased. “I’m terrified of time.” at that he closed his eyes and took a deep sigh. “I think time’s the real supervillain in my life. I thought it was loneliness, but I was wrong. Solitariness from time to time isn’t so bad. But time... it’s going to tear us apart, isn’t it?” he hugged the pillow.

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Samuel rubbed the back of his neck and lightly pursed his lips as he thought of how exactly to word what he wanted to say. He was a being that has always struggled to properly explain his feelings. “Well…um…you’re someone I deem incredibly precious to me and every time we hang out I feel at peace and…happy. Um…I also feel protective of you to the point that I have been tempted to go to the strip club and beat any idiots that try to get your services for free or by force. I would be the best strip club bouncer.” He scratched the back of his head and huffed a bit since even though he seemed to be letting it all out it was quite difficult. “I want to obliterate anyone who hurts you or makes you upset and your smile is hella cute and you’re hella cute and you’re just hella bomb.” He took a deep breath, “And I would totally dedicate Rick Astley’s song to you on the radio if I could, but I doubt they’d ever play such an old song. Okay, that’s it, I’m not saying anything else.” His cheeks were flushed.

[chimazin]

▓▒░ — @mxnsxga-93

« Are you sure they’ll be okay if I stay here and watch you practice? I mean, not that I mind — obviously, ‘just don’t want to get you in trouble for giving me.. well.. it kinda is a private show. » Jimin’s lips formed a small smirk as he leaned back in his seat. It was nice to see how strip clubs evolved. He definitely could remember how they used to be back then: D I R T Y, full of disgusting men, and women who were willing to do anything for a small amount of money. 

« Go ahead, I’m waiting. »

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     jinah had hid it from everyone for as long as she could. when she started showing, her brother began to get suspicious soon he asked her, and you know she can’t lie to him so she confirmed his suspicions. he kicked her out with only the clothes on her back, throwing the rest of her clothes at her so hard that it knocks her on her backside. crying she gathers all the clothes she can carry and walks down the stairs to walk towards yoongi’s apartment, since he was her only friend and practically, the only one who loves her now. 

walking up to his door, she knocks on it with the clothes in her arms, looking down and she doesn’t even have her shoes on. as yoongi opens the door, her tears start falling again. “y...yoongi, byung kicked me out because...because i’m pregnant.” she cries, eyes looking down in shame. she had let this guy have sex with her without using a condom not even thinking that getting pregnant was a possibility. 

[njc94]

starter for @mxnsxga-93

Come with us to this club they said. Its going to be a lot of fun..

That’s what Namjoons’ friends said when they invited him out to a strip club on a Saturday night. Now he sat in a crowed club with loud music. He sat on a chair close to the stage swirling the liquid in his drink around watching the current performer on stage. He was attractive and really knew how to use his body, especially those hips. Namjoon had a hard time looking away from him. His eyes not knowing what to focus on, every time his eyes met his he felt a blush cover his face. 

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﹙  @mxnsxga-93 starter comin` atcha. ↺/+﹚

                  《 ※ 》     THE EERIE ATMOSPHERE from the horror game envelopes him entirely as dark irises peer intensely at the monitor in front of him. Nam Sangcheol had set up his custom built tower underneath the coffee table, while mechanical keyboard and mouse were placed atop the wooden surface. It was a struggle to find an HDMI cable long enough to attach to his television screen, but in the end, he made do. Just a few readjustments of furniture and violà—the perfect setup for a night in for gaming.  Now, why of all the game choices that were available to choose from did they decide upon Alien Isolation, he’s not even sure. But he’s glad he’s not alone playing in the dark. At the beginning he was feeling brave, telling himself he could totally do this and the lights off were for the ambiance, to get the mood right. Now, well, he’s sort of regretting that choice and wants the lights to be on for the remainder of the night until the sun rose above the horizon.  ❝  Aish, I’m trembling, Yoongi-ah.  ❞ He really was. If he wasn’t fully holding onto his mouse so tightly ( to the point where the whites of his knuckles were showing ) the mouse would be moving so sporadically across the screen. His leg kept bouncing up and down, despite having Yoongi’s hand there to help him remain calm and soothingly brush it from time to time ( or squeeze it to death ). Deep breaths are taken in as he continues to traverse through the space station while paying close attention to the radar at the left corner of the screen. Eyes widen as soon as he takes notice of something specific on the screen and he immediately darts to the nearest locker to hide in. Sangcheol assumes their protagonist is safe, watching as the alien moves across the screen. And just as he’s about to move his character out, the alien appears, rendering Sangcheol to scream at the top of his lungs and jump backwards into the couch, hands covering his face.   ❝  Oh god ! DAMMIT ! SHIT !   ❞

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Being in college often had its drawbacks. One of them was that Seokmin didn’t always have time to get ‘real’ food, and had to instead grab some junk food from a convenience store or the closest McDonalds. Stepping into the aforementioned shop, he scanned around, before getting into the line. At least it was short. Gazing up at the menu, he scrunched his eyes together, pondering on what he should get. Why were there so many options available?

He patted the shoulder of the male in front of him, trying to get his attention. “Hi-- Sorry to bother you-- Do you know what’s good to eat here? I don’t really come here often, and that menu is kinda overwhelming...”