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Naturally, I only realised she was my soulmate as she held the gun up to my head.

#shit yes i want this #wishlist

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he definitely was straightforward, a certain honestly kyo valued, in the world of constant doubts in his mind, knowing the boy wouldn't let him roam free in his mind without being candid. 'i actually appreciate it' he shared, trying to take some notes and exploring his more sincere side. yet he completely deflated once the boy stood out and leave. this was it. this was the moment he would finally get away from him. he had to give credit where credit was due, he had being pretty accommodating and welcoming. he had even stayed talking to him for a few minutes. it was already more than most people would. yet, chanhee came back, right before kyo was about to lift and go. for a few seconds, he stood there, looking at the other with petrified glasses. his words, like a loud echo feeding his mind. 'oh-you want to, o-okay...' he finally said, watching the two cups the boy carried, still a bit lost for words.

'thank you...for the coffee and the...chat, not used to this' he spoke again, trying to move along. 'no please, forget my words i wasn't fishing for compliments or well, you' he tried, still trying not to vomit words before deciphering first what he wanted to say. 'just...people scare the shit out of me' he whispered. at least he had already embarrassed himself in front of him. if he was careful enough, he wouldn't do the same twice.

"People usually do not like me, because I am blunt and too straightforward. I'm not good with people, and I am comfortable being alone but I don't mind I have a few close friends," Chanhee replied as he watched the other struggling. He knew he likely sounded cooler than he was and for some reason, he did not want for the other to mistake it for something he was not. The friends he had always were more in the awkward and silly sides, he just clicked best with them. Chanhee leaned forward, eyes on the other. "Wait here for a moment," he sorted his thoughts, moving up to disappear at the bar counter. He talked with the waiter who frowned but filled the drinks in two coffee-to-go cups. Chanhee paid for both before returning to the counter, offering a hand to Kyo: "The weather's nice, let's go and have a drink outdoors. We can relax and you tell me about the games you like."

He hummed, tilting his head: "Well, I did pick you up because I think we could make good friends, feel in stomach. I do like boys tho, I don't care much for the gender and I do think you are handsome but don't worry, just want to hang out with you, get to know." He wasn't really the type of person to try and do that kind of thing.

#✧ ◜kyo◞ ✧ #✧ ◜kyo&chanhee◞ ✧

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Daughters grow up being so unloved in homes that when they become women they just take whatever love they can get whether it’s real or not

#jiathoughts

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'nah, almost dying does som' shit to you' and it really did. not that he was not clingy. probably of both of them, he was the most attached to physical contact. but he had truly missed her. upon their falling, he had been silently waiting for them to see each other. it would have been for him in different circumstances, of course. yet he couldn't help but appreciate his chances, even if it meant he had to be a bruised mess for her to see him again. he knew the risks, the consequences of loving her, but he couldn't resist the pull of her magnetism, the way she ignited a fire within him that he could neither control nor extinguish. every stolen moment with her was a gamble, a defiance of the laws that governed their existence, and yet, he craved her like a drug, unable to break free from the chains of his own desires. a delicate dance on the edge of a knife, teetering between ecstasy and agony with each passing day. as blood stained the streets and bullets tore through the night, he held her close, knowing that their love was both their salvation and their downfall. In her eyes, he saw the reflection of his own desperation, the longing for a future that could never be. or was it something else? a reflection of their ending? the most utter precision of refutal 'practicing? fuck no, you know how much i hate everything about our...shitty parents' he had learned to despise the world he was born into, where loyalty was bought with blood and honor but a fleeting illusion. every misstep, every wrong turn, was met with a wrath that knew no bounds, his father's fists raining down upon him like a torrential storm. and with each blow, his hatred grew, festering like a wound that refused to heal. he saw the ugliness of their world, the way it consumed everything in its path, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. the men who wore tailored suits by day were monsters in the night, their smiles as false as the promises they made. no, practicing was but a mere trial of everything he hated. practicing meant he was ready to faze the reality that he, they, would never get away. 'who...who says?! my ass beaten that is' he spoke, jokingly drifting from his thoughts, coming back to her and their usual banter. 'c'mon, hospital sex might be worth it, we need to take this opportunity' there was no way elodie would let him get him close to her enough to even kiss her, yet he couldn't help but continuing disrupting her with quips and witticisms 'yea, you are' he whispered, not waiting for one bit 'too bad you dump my ass or i would be able to tell you that every day'

elodie's  piercing  glare  softens  into  a  radiant  smile  as  she  yields  to  the  gentle  caress  upon  her  fatigued  features.  “have  you  always  been  so  clingy?”  in  the  wake  of  this  unforeseen  turn  of  events,  the  opportunity  for  their  reunion  materialises,  prompting  her  to  reevaluate  her  past  choices  and  discern  what  truly  befits  their  intertwined  destinies.  should  they  give  in  to  their  desires  and  rekindle  their  connection?  the  air  crackles  with  an  undeniable  yearning,  concealed  beneath  playful  admonitions  and  solicitous  glances.  yet,  to  forge  their  paths  anew  would  entail  venturing  into  treacherous  territory,  a  realm  where  their  lives  teeter  perilously  in  jeopardy.  but  haven’t  their  lives  been  cursed  by  the  same  jeopardy  since  the  day  of  their  inception?  in  the  absence  of  the  tranquil  havens  that  ordinary  people  are  afforded,  they  were  pledged  a  life  embellished  with  thrill  and  power.  if  they  are  fated  to  navigate  a  treacherous  path  regardless,  isn’t  it  better  to  keep  their  hands  entwined  than  apart?  “well,  that  ancient  creature  got  you  good.”  might  a  jesting  facade  alleviate  the  weight  of  guilt  that  threatens  to  engulf  her?  she  wonders  how  she  might  divulge  the  truth,  that  her  father's  minions  are  the  reason  behind  his  suffering.  would  he  hold  her  accountable  for  crimes  that  she  didn’t  commit?  regardless  of  her  involvement,  she  is  still  the  catalyst  for  her  family's  malevolence.  "looks  like  someone  should  be  practising  more."  not  that  they  should  do  it  together,  of  course,  considering  their  previous  futile  attempts  and  their  mutual  inability  to  maintain  focus  on  the  battling  part.  “who  said  you  get  to  make  the  rules  now?”    she  shakes  her  head,  rejecting  the  notion.  she  knows  that  she  has  to  put  her  best  acting  forward,  even  though  their  efficacy  may  not  be  enough  to  escape  his  skepticism.  yet,  her  weariness  weighs  heavily  upon  her,  impeding  her  ability  to  hide  her  worries  from  him.  “there  is  no  fantasy  nurse.”  she  scoffs,  her  eyes  rolling  in  unison.  her  hand  instinctively  covers  the  one  that  gently  trails  the  contours  of  her  face,  leaving  no  doubt  of  the  affection  she  no  longer  bothers  to  veil.  “hm,  can’t  blame  you.  i’m  gorgeous.”  

#✧ ◜soohyun◞ ✧ #✧ ◜soohyun&elodie◞ ✧

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aaaa i wanna badly writE

#but i don't know what to write sklfkasf

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"Do I deserve this?" "Am I worthy of this?"

So irrelevant. Do you want it?

#tehuithoughts

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Every Namjoon closeup - Rolling Stone Interview

#wanted opposites

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Kazuha & Yunjin - ELLE Behind

#thEY

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from “One A Red Horse”, Bride of Ice

#wELL this was supposed to be the inspo for my newest muse but i can't write supernatural shit for my life

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Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

#hwanthoughts

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los brazos de la joven parecían una quitarle todo el aire de los pulmones, o tal vez su nerviosismo había generado que su corazón dejase de pompear. de cualquier forma, su ansiedad lo estrujaba como la muchacha, fuerte y constantemente. ojos absolutamente abiertos, no pudo enviar palabra alguna antes de que la joven lo acarrease. dejandose llevar por primera vez en su vida, optó por contemplar sus alrededores. no perdiendo el detalle de que algunos hombres los observaban de cerca. asumía, los compañeros que la muchacha estaba intentando evadir. 'n-no era un reto' dijo finalmente, mucho m{as tarde de lo socialmente aceptable. 'mas bien una advertencia' finalizó, sabiendo que no se trataba de la mejor compañia, menos en aquel evento tan ajeno a el.

en cuanto escuchó la aceptación del muchacho, le estrechó entre sus brazos con algo más de fuerza durante unos pocos segundos, por pura emoción. margreet se había pasado parte de su vida recluída, sin amigos, por lo que, objetivamente, comprendía que podía llegar a pasarse de efusiva y que no todo el mundo era fan del contacto físico, especialmente con desconocidas. —¿eso es un reto? —inquirió, extendiendo una sonrisa. —tú, confía en mí y sígueme. —pidió. sabía que era mucho pedir para un desconocido, pero también podía leer en él que necesitaba retarse a sí mismo.

#✧ ◜kyo◞ ✧ #✧ ◜kyo&margreet◞ ✧

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boarding school, that also sounded like a story. he couldn't help but wonder what i'd be like to be in his shoes. roaming through the world without a care. at least not his type of care. the one that inhibits him from everything. the one that makes his skin crawl in anticipation of every interaction and abandoned it way before it starts. 'you don't sound boring at all' he intercepted, a little desperate tone on his voice. shit, he was making it weird. again. 'a mean, i stay at home most days, feed remi, my iguana, and play video games with the only two online dudes who haven't kick me out for not talking' he said, as it explained his point. 'you like things, you pick out random guys in bars, you...wait, no, i don't mean you picked me out' he bubbled, absolutely flabbergasted by his own words. 'not that there's anything wrong with that! liking boys and all, i pretty much like boys too, not that you do, you didn't say...i don't want to assume...' he just couldn't stop. 'shit, fuck me, no! don't fuck me, i meant fuck me, im-just...im gonna stop' he finished, taking a fresh exhale. trying to recoil from everything in his life. shutting his eyes like that would hide him.

"Well, I have only decided to travel about a year ago. Ever since leaving boarding school, I have been in New York City. I guess, some would say that city counts as a country of its own but it's nice, getting a change of space." He knew he would return there eventually unless he found a place that he liked better and visa wouldn't be a nightmare. The last he ever wanted was to end up in some dull working contract just for the sake of staying. Chanhee made his order, going with the beer and soda combination.

"I'm a pretty boring person, I like being on my own most of the time, I like skateboarding and fixing cars, photography and vlogging is kind of new on the list but that summarizes me. You seem chill, I feel as we two would make a great combination for hanging out." He leaned over to take one of the tissues, pulled out a pen of his bag, scribbled down his number, and offered it to Kyo.

"No pressure, think about it and give me a call if you want to hang out."

#✧ ◜kyo◞ ✧ #✧ ◜kyo&chanhee◞ ✧ #oh someone save him

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it's not the way i look, per se, just the way i act, don't feel like i have the attitude to hold them' not that venturing into tattoos was exclusive to having attitude, could be soft, loud, noisy, quiet, chill people and further more, he was just not sure how we would fit into all of that. her tone surprised him, he haven't been thinking about the tattoo lately, he had forgotten completely what was he's exact reasoning behind the decision, yet he hadn't seen it from that perspective. he never wanted to be a bother to anyone, let alone someone he was paying for a service. 'oh shit, really? i never thought of it that way' he would have been genuinely happy with anything at that time, he had been careful on closing someone with a style he wanted, minimal lines and intricate touches, yet he hadn't fantom how terrible of a decision making it was. somehow thankful for his own cowardly, happy to have avoided a disruption. he was ready to listen to her speak about herself this time, or not, whatever she was ready to give him. he was not gonna pressure into anything, not when they have all the time in the world to roam through details and stories. if that was something they're interested in. yet he couldn't help but hold his breath at her admissions, trailing every word carefully, like someone inspecting valuable art. not wanting to say the wrong thing. 'you tried it, right? not your fault it didn't work, coexisting with each other, lingering all the time. not every couple is ready for that or even wants it' was it something he wanted? he hadn't had that experience, never passed the test in the eyes of her ex, she would willingly stay over at his home for only a few matter of hours and viceversa. he knew some couples lived like that, in separate beds. he could see the benefits of it. and yet...he could help but wonder what making a home would feel like. sharing a life to the full extent. 'oh, definitely the pizza, you wouldn't regret me, right?' he flirted back, trying to seem confident about it. would they be the type of people who like to share their lives? was him too much?

“you  wouldn’t  look  silly  with  them.”  she  partially  comprehends  why  he  may  believe  that  his  aura  doesn't  harmonise  well  with  body  art.  however,  tattoos  are  embraced  by  individuals  from  all  walks  of  life,  not  solely  those  conforming  to  stereotypes.  “really?  you’re  going  to  let  the  tattoo  artist  do  it  freestyle  —  on  the  entire  arm?”  it  is  when  she  rubs  her  temple  in  a  pause,  now  thankful  that  he  didn’t  go  through  with  that  decision.  “that’s  silly  —  and  way  too  much  pressure  on  both  yourself  and  the  tattoo  artist.”  in  her  younger  years,  she  would  have  cherished  encountering  someone  so  open  to  experimentation,  only  to  learn  from  experience  that  this  can  easily  engender  a  recipe  for  disaster.  while  people  are  free  to  indulge  in  impulsive  changes  like  overhauling  their  wardrobe  or  embracing  a  new  profession,  tattoos  do  not  share  the  same  malleability.  their  permanent  nature  renders  them  ill-suited  for  impulsivity  or  indecisiveness.  although  she  hadn't  intended  to  divulge  so  much  about  her  past  relationship  on  this  particular  occasion,  it  appears  that  the  natural  flow  of  conversation  has  taken  them  in  that  direction.  discussing  her  past  no  longer  brings  the  same  anguish,  yet  it  remains  an  unpleasant  topic  to  delve  into.  not  because  she  perceives  it  as  an  invasion  of  her  privacy,  but  rather  due  to  her  desire  to  avoid  allowing  negative  emotions  to  linger  longer  than  necessary.  “yes,  for  four  months.”  she  shifts  her  feet  uncomfortably  on  her  feet,  indicative  of  her  creeping  unease.  “it  tells  you  a  lot  about  a  person  —  the  good  and  the  bad.  in  the  end,  it  just  didn’t  work  out.”  it’s  better  that  she  found  out  then  instead  of  later,  however,  before  her  blind  hopes  took  her  even  further  and  made  the  fall  harder.  casting  a  loving  look  at  the  feline,  she  looks  back  at  him  with  bafflement  when  he  raises  the  unexpected  question.  “what  would  i  be  regretting?  flirting  with  a  cute  guy  or  ordering  pizza?”  she  gives  him  an  incredulous  look,  but  it  is  obvious  that  she  is  only  joking  with  him.  with  deftness,  she  cleanses  her  hands  using  the  towelettes  provided  with  the  delivery,  proceeds  to  slice  the  pizza  into  portions  and  claims  a  piece  for  herself.  “let’s  dig  in.”

#✧ ◜tehui&jia◞ ✧ #✧ ◜tehui◞ ✧

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ksamfklasf why is everyone so nice thank yOU GRACIASS

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MY HEART<3

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hwan's gaze lingered on her, the weight of their shared history palpable in the air between them. Her laughter, a bittersweet melody amidst the chaos, echoed in the hollow spaces of his mind. He found solace in the familiarity of her smile, a fleeting reminder of the bond that tethered them together, even in the face of uncertainty. her words, a delicate dance of light and shadow, pierced through the veil of his rationality, stirring echoes of doubt within his soul. yet, beneath the facade of bravado, he sensed the tremors of fear that lurked beneath the surface, a silent plea for reassurance amidst the tumultuous storm that raged around them. 'an idea, huh?' he wish she didn't. it was utterly embarrassing, not only because if it envolved her but just it envolved money. one subject he was never willing to talk about. one more dreadful thing in his life. he could tell she was concerned. concerned for him, fuck. he had a lot in his mind. the turmoil not stopping for one bit as they moved. as she washed the blood from her hands, he felt the weight of her gaze upon him, a silent reminder of the gravity of their situation. And in that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, hwan found solace in the fragile embrace of their shared history, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume them whole. her smile, a fleeting glimpse of warmth amidst the cold tendrils of fear, washed over him like a gentle wave, soothing the raw edges of his soul. and in that moment, as they stood on the precipice of uncertainty, hwan knew they were a testament to the resilience amidst of the chaos that threatened to tear them apart. the chaos he had created. he frown, letting an easy smirk appeared finally in his face. he couldn't belive out of all the things they could be thinking about, she was thirsting for him. 'hot? you like them bad, love' he whispered, joininf their faces in a tender embrace, kissing her forehead one more time. 'i...i have some friends, some good friends i swear!' not completely true, per se, they weren't inherently great, but who the fuck was? they were to be trust though, the best think they could ask for. 'we could just rest there for a bit, and plan ahead'

                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         the sudden decisiveness in hwan's words caused a chuckle to spew from her lips, it even managing to bring a smile to her lips. glad that he wasn't completely overwhelmed with guilt, it was comforting to know his usual rationality shone when it concerned her safety. "i'll say and do as i please ... are you going to stop me?" making some light of the situation and his worries, she hoped that would at least make him laugh; regardless of how dire their situation was looking. "you're right, it is stupid." not mincing her words are reassuring hwan this was okay, all she wished was for him to see the gravity of the mess he'd put them into. as much as she loved him, she wouldn't spare his feelings when it came to doing anything remotely reckless. "you can tell me on the way ... i— have an idea of what it was for, but i want to hear it from your mouth." knowing him well enough to know she was going to somehow be involved in his reasoning, it was bittersweet in her eyes. finding his actions sweet, but pointless. content with him for as long as they'd been together, she'd only ever wanted simplicity when it came to hwan. never needing anything in return, he made any words or concerns; anything else was simply a bonus. washing the blood off of her own hands, she waited for him to finish changing. smiling at the sight of him freshened, a small burst of relief washed over her to the sight of hwan looking normal. himself, even. "you— looked hot with the blood, but i love seeing you like this." a small attempt at trying to woo and calm his worries, a sweet smile followed her words with haste. "good, because ... this was the easy part." not wishing to scare him, she at least wished to remain realistic. taking his hand into her own, she led him from his apartment. remaining silent until they reached the entrance of the building, she suddenly stopped him. "i— i think going to my place is going to be first place they look ... s-so, that'd be stupid— any suggestions on where you want to go? even if we bring the money back now, t-there's the issue of what happened upstairs. it's— it'll be like walking into a lions den ... we might as well spend it and get further away for now."

#✧ ◜hwan◞ ✧ #✧ ◜hwan&ahra◞ ✧

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