#mxnsxga-93

[epigrvm]

﹙  @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 ?

[yourxhobi-blog]

@mxnsxga-93 continued from [X]

Hoseok hated how conflicting their schedules were, just taking the opportunity to enjoy time they had right now. But as the hours ticked on, it wasn’t until Yoongi looked at the time that it actually registered just how late it was. He couldn’t stop himself from asking, he didn’t want their good time to end. Even if he knew he’d need to sleep sooner or later, at least they’d have more time. He didn’t even try to hide the relieved sigh at the other’s answer before speaking again. 

“I don’t have schedules until really late in the day tomorrow. As long as we wake up before three in the afternoon, I think we’ll be fine. Now, what do you say, are you up for making an awesome pillow fort before getting all snuggled up and ready for bed?” Maybe he’d even put a movie on for them. As much as he knew he’d need to sleep, Hoseok was very seriously thinking about staying up as late as possible. It wasn’t every day they could actually spend time together like this, he wanted to savor it as long as possible.

[spoiledsovls]

@mxnsxga-93.

...

he caught her staring at him when she said words that weren’t meant to be for him. what was it.. some kind of.. pep talk? no, pep talks were positive. this one was negative. this one was hyejung cutting off someone who was insignificant and only seemed to be dead weight that she was carrying throughout her life. so she was practicing on what she wanted to say, her thoughts were spoken out loud and now she’s back to reality. right. she shouldn’t even be focusing on that right now. she should be focused on him. they were hanging out that day for a reason, right?

“that wasn’t for you.” no apologies because they weren’t in hyejung’s dictionary. plus, it’s not like it was needed. she was just blanking out. hyejung shakes her head, waving her hands to dismiss the topic and move onto their conversation. “you’d get my sarcasm.. i hope. i wanna ask, why the hell is your hair so green? greener than mint in chocolate chip..”

[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.  

[miu-paras]

Lace, Dust and Locket.

《 ♡ 》 Asks // @mxnsxga-93​ // Status: Accepting ❢

Lace ❧ What kind of clothing do you wear?

I love wearing pastels and bright colors, especially in summer and spring. I like a casual, comfortable look, so I usually stick to over-sized sweaters and tops, sneakers, jeans, sometimes a simple skirt or tights. At home, though, I stick to sweatpants and graphic tees, or just my PJ’s (laughs)

Dust ❧ Talk about your past.

Hmm, my past…? Well, there’s nothing really exciting to highlight (laughs). I was born and raised in San Francisco. My dad’s from Japan, but he moved to the US when he was a kid. My mom is Yonsei, and speaks very little Japanese.My brothers and I learned the language from our dad and grandparents mostly….and Japanese summer camps (laughs). I had a pretty normal childhood. I had two doting parents, two knucklehead brothers, and grandparents who were over our shenanigans. (chuckles, shaking her head). I struggled in school a lot too, unlike my oldest brother Daichi. He loved school, always had straight-A’s. I hated school. It got in the way of my video games (laughs). I regret not trying harder though. Maybe those C’s could’ve been B’s with a little more effort… but I’m happy where I am. Even if I wasn’t the best student, I still managed to make it through school, and now I get to do what I love for a living ♥.

Locket ❧ Take a selfie.

ジャーン♡ It’s ugly www

[amheug-archive-blog]

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.

// @mxnsxga-93

[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.

[epigrvm]

﹙  @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 !!!  ❞ 

[sxrxndipitys]

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✘Acts of affection !

Status: Accepting !

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✘Yoongi’s head was situated on her lap as they lay lazily on couch, absentmindedly watching a movie that appeared on the television, about an hour ago, occasionally conversing back and forth about what was happening on screen. “Aish, how did you even get your hair so tangled in the first place?” she tutted softly at the male when she reached out to affectionately run her slender fingers though his mint hair. She wondered just how he got it in such a state since even her hair didn’t get this knotted so there was an even slimmer chance that it would happen to him. 

She discreetly shuffled away from him and gently placed his head on the seat as she went to her bedroom to grab a hairbrush to sort out his messy head and soon reaffirmed her spot with a hairbrush in hand. She started running the brush through his hair at the front of his head where it was easiest to comb through and openly visible. “Does that feel good? I always find getting your hair brushed is quite therapeutic and calming.” she hummed softly to herself, taking the utmost care to not break any strands of hair or pull too hard on his scalp.

[spoiledsovls]

@mxnsxga-93.

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she just needed company to stay sane that night. she was in charge of her actions, but it seemed like her mind was going berzerk, not wanting to even listen to her thoughts. it begged for cocaine, it begged for marijuana, it begged for the jack daniels left on top of the counter that morning. it begged for anything that would numb her thoughts, her memories that she’s kept hidden for so long. sure, their night was all fun and games but was it bad that the real reason to her invite was to just talk to someone? like a normal person, have a conversation and maybe drink a little if they wanted to. their conversations didn’t even have to be all that deep, maybe little kinks that made their day better and what not. if not better, maybe interesting. she was an adult now, but she was still in the phase where the teenager transitions into an adult. she still didn’t know how to deal with herself when things like this came around, depending on another’s presence to help calm it down. it still helped, she just felt bad that this had to be the real reason she asked.

they had fun, though. they pulled out board games from the cupboard and did things that people would do at a sleepover (as if she had planned on him on sleeping over.) thankfully, it wasn’t so hard for him to agree because it was getting pretty late. a content smile is etched across her lips, pointing at the couch. “well, that’s free right there. my bed is also free if y’wanna switch, since it’s only for a night, y’know?” hyejung then shrugs her shoulders, shrugs off anything that didn’t seem to make her happy that day. maybe not happy, but at least calm and collected. neutral. and shit. it’s not like he caught on but his question caught her off guard and it wasn’t the one she wanted to answer. a little chuckle slips out. “ah.. i mean i do have a roommate though.. don’t know where he’s been. none of my business, an’ it gets a lil lonely when my dog decides t’finally sleep on the damn bed i bought him. he’s stubborn an’ never wants t’sleep on it, but tonight it seems like he will...” she mumbles under her breath, making some shit excuse for him to stay. there’s a yawn that escapes, adjusting herself on the couch. “or maybe i can jus’ sleep here.. seems comfortable, anyways.”

[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.

[lostonesfound]

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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.