v13yang

[v13yang]

all the texts pls , bc im a hoe

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 3:45AM ) wakey wakey fuckeryou better get your ass to my room in ten seconds or you’re getting spanked

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 3:47AM )
you’re not here yet?then you better not complain about being sore during training later


Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / DRAFTED )sorry ? foralways being an ass towards youyou mean a lot to memore than i’d show it but

i just wanted you to know thatyeahnvm.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 9:42AM )idc WHAT or WHO ur fucking rn but get over here ppl r getting huffy

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 1:27AM )
baaabbbeeeeeeyourre so hotu hav a NICCCE ASSSi mis s ufcuckkc

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 12:38AM )
you know, you really put that mouth of yours to good use, despite the amount of bullshit that comes out of itgod, nam jisoou drive me fucking crazycome over?

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 3:10AM )
i’m sorryi was pissed off and idk what i was thinkingi never should have done that i’m so so so so sorry

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 1:51AM ) who the fuck do you think you are?when i tell you to stop, you fucking stop.my past is none of your fucking business and you don’t have the right to pry at allyou should just go back to sucking everyone's dicks left and right like the fucking slut you aresince it keeps you occupied all day anywayam i wrong?since that's all you do anywaynot like you even care who you're fucking because you're that desperate lmao( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 1:52AM )i never should have trusted u in the first place, should iit was a mistake doing that( txt: deleted number / 1:53AM ) it was a mistake meeting you i wish i never did 

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 7:28PM )
not that i want to talk to u but choose 1 or 2this is for dinner i can’t decide what to eat

Send “@” for a SCARED text. 

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 2:13PM )JISOO FUCK ARE YOU OKAYfuck fuck FUCKthat looked rly fucking badu should have fucking paid attention when i taught u to defend urself u fuckin assholenow ur fucking hurtGOD u never listenhead back i’ll cover 4 u

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 10:14PM )don’t you ever fucking dare worry me like that again.

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 2:58AM )hey uhthanks for everything, i guess

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / DELETED )thank you.i appreciate you more than i’d ever admit

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 1:54PM )top ten kinks go

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 9:32PM )jisooour mission was successfulyay

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 11:28PM ) listen, assholedon’t fucking mess with me or you’re gonna regret it ????( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 11:29PM )oh shit sry that wasn’t for u jisoobut i mean ur an asshole toojk :)

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 4:26AM )in all my twenty-one years of livingeveryone just fucking leavesand everyday it gets so fucking lonely and i fucking wonder if i’ll ever just. findsomeonewho’ll stay and

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 4:28AM )nvm lol who am i kidding

( txt: ba(n)e of my fucking existence / 4:31AM )you’re going to leave too, somedayplease don’t do thati’m sorry for pushing you away all the time i justdon’t leave me alone

#⚡️¦ — ANS. ❜ #jisoov13. #nsfw #tw derogatory terms #ok idk but its triggering at some part #anyway junyang is a very awkward asshole #I DONT EVEN KNOW MAN IM SO SORRY

[v13yang]

✉

+ TEXT MEME !! ACCEPTING 

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

( txt: siwoo bb ♡ / DRAFTED )

have you ever wonderedabout how we all have to die somedayi know i don’t seem like it but.you know i hate getting attached and never trust anyone, reallybut if your life was in dangeri wouldn’t even fucking hesitate to save youeven if it meant dying myselfsometimes i think you’re toonaive for this world, or some shitnot in a bad way.but i can’t always be there and it scares me, siwoowould you understand even if i told you?i don’t know and i don’t think i’ll find out.goodnight, siwoo.

#⚡️¦ — ANS. ❜ #v13siwoo. #THIS WAS SO UNNECESSARILY DRAMATIC I HATE MYSELF #its not even that deep jfc yang #anyway this is probably later on in their rs #when junyang is just UTTERLY ENAMOURED #bc he finds siwoo adorable as FUCK #)-: #anyway .

[v13yang]

&ツ

+ TEXT MEME !! ACCEPTING 

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

( txt: hot mama chef / 2:31PM )ur such a snakebut ur my snakei love that

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

( txt: hot mama chef / 6:39PM )DID U JUST MAKE ME WHAT I THINK U MADE MEfuck i love uwe’re so BLESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#⚡️¦ — ANS. ❜ #yiv13. #srry idk either

[v13yang]

his fingers hover over the display, distracted as his eyes shift over to the open door of the bedroom. the distant sound of the shower is gone, and if he strains his ears he can hear the bathroom door sliding open. minhae finishes the order, a little dissatisfied with the pinging message that tells him his food won’t be up for another fifteen minutes, but room service is still better than going down to a buffet. he’s not even dressed yet, intent to lounge in his silk robe as long as he can.

standing up, he heads to the bedroom, peaking in to see that yang’s already half dressed, slipping his shirt over his head. 

minhae grins, walking over as quietly as he can, before he grabs yang’s waist, leaning in to whisper by his ear. but before he’s even said good morning, minhae’s thrown onto the bed, yang sitting on his torso, hand raised in a fist. his expression shifts from one of cold hard anger to confusion, blinking down at minhae. 

had he really forgotten what had happened last night? ah, it makes sense. he wasn’t there to say hello when he woke up. poor little junyang.

minhae runs his hands over yang’s thighs, raising his brow, lips quirked in a smile. “if you wanted another round you could have just asked.”

yang pales considerably, freezing. his voice is a tiny whisper. “what.”

his hands inch upwards, bringing up yang’s shirt with them before they’re firmly on his chest. he pushes yang off in one movement, standing up to dust himself off. minhae turns his back so he can retie his robe - yang sitting on it had messed up the pretty folds along the front. 

“wait did we- we had-”

minhae snickers, dusting himself off. “i was joking. you were drunk yesterday and i had to carry your wailing baby ass out of the bar. you’re a really clingy, drunk, did you know that?” 

he looks over his shoulder to yang, grinning at the sight of the younger boy blushing to his ears, looking both angry and embarrassed in one expression. “talkative too.” 

“what the hell does that mean?”

minhae shrugs, heading out of the room. he stops by the door and turns on his heel, “ah, i ordered breakfast, so come out soon, alright? we can eat together and talk about all the things you said last night.” 

and with that he exits, leaving poor hungover yang to sit by himself in confusion about what had just happened. 

#v13minhae. #⚡️¦ — KEEPSAKES. ❜ #this was too much of a masterpiece for it to stay hidden #although absolutely utterly late #i loved it #submission

[v13yang]

+ MINHAE !

@v13yang

junyang is a clingy drunk. 

this isn’t a problem, per se, because watching the usually stoic little twat make a fool of himself and cry his eyes out over a line of shots is the funniest thing he’s ever seen. no, the problem is that junyang is a fucking incompetent drunk, an adjective that should already be embodied in the noun but yang has somehow set a new standard for what it means to drop dead fucking wasted. 

a silly, overzealous term for a silly, overzealous drunk.

minhae kisses the cheek of the woman he’d been talking to, tucking her e-card into his jacket pocket and wishing her good night. a shame, really, because besides being a wonderful conversationalist, she’s been inching her hand up his thigh. 

junyang has a death wish, but minhae’s going to fulfill it another day. he wants the boy to be sober for that.

there’s a couple of their crew mates still lingering in the bar, but minhae slings junyang’s arm over his shoulder, waving the others goodbye as he leads the stumbling boy out of the bar. he opens his mouth to scold him, but junyang trips over a grate and minhae howls, stumbling as he tries to keep them both from falling. with a huff, he picks junyang up, hugging him tight to his chest. 

there should be a rule that no one, absolutely no fucking one, should get to witness junyang drunk. ever. it’s because it goes like this—one shot too many, and he gets way too handsy. 

also, mostly because it puts his pride on the line ( considering if he has any left in the first place ). 

this is how he ends up with his arms constantly reaching out towards the older man, body slumped against him as he whines for more more more. he takes no mind of the crowd they’re surrounded by or the scene he’s making, because someone out there decided it would be ridiculously funny to showcase an alter ego of his usual self whenever he was shit-faced drunk. and, well, currently minhae’s the only one around to deal with his bullshit.

" minhae gege– daddy, " hiccup, giggle. " woah, y-you're really strong !! "

the wistful smile that's plastered over his face is a really fucking rare sight, and he reaches out to poke at minhae's cheek while his entire muscle chunk of a body is pressed to the other's chest. " minhaeee, " he whines, stabbing repeatedly at the other's face to get his attention with a pout. " guess what? " when he finally turns towards the boy in his arms, though, junyang leans upwards, close to minhae's ear, as if to let him in on a secret.

" i want to suck your dick. "

golden days

#⚡️¦ — CONVO. ❜ #golden days. #v13minhae. #xooxoxoxox i love u my baby #also save him this is the only time im gna embarrass my boy like this #lord

[v13yang]

第二. BITCHING IN SPACE !! @yiv13

“ what the fuck is she wearing! ”

junyang nudges jinyi in horror, eyes trained on the lady who looks absolutely fucking horrendous in the dress that clings to her in all the wrong places. he’s no fashion expert, but he knows that’s a heinous crime in itself, and he’s sure the other is one to agree. it's one of the things he likes about her, really, the fact that they're able to whisper about the worst of others almost everywhere. it's become a routine, the two of them wincing at people's misfortunes and then laughing about them over a cup of coffee later.

there's a split second though, where he thinks he's said it too loudly, gaze still directed at the stranger, and she turns around and glares at him. he doesn't hesitate before he takes jinyi's wrist in his hand and tugs her along to a shop where there are hopefully better clothing choices than the likes of the lady's, soft giggle slipping out as they duck through the crowd and into racks of colorful fabric. without glancing, he grabs something off the rack mainly to hide himself, but peers over with a slight curl of his lip. “ what do you think of this? ”

#bitching in space. #yiv13. #in which yang reveals himself as a gossip hoe #sORRY THIS IS EONS LATE #⚡️¦ — CONVO. ❜

[v13yang]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

#⚡️¦ — GAMES. ❜ #closes eyes i have shit to do but send me these?? i'll send them 2 ppl soon!!

[v13yang]

+ SIWOO !

‣   - ̗̀  ft. @v13yang  ̖́-

the constant ticking of the clock provides the only noise within the infirmary. siwoo knows that the next crew member is due to come in any moment, as a mission had just finished and according to the captain, “ shit got a little rough out there. ” frankly, he has no idea how things could be rough, but maybe they were walking along a lot of rock and it was hard on their bodies ? either way, the doctor sits at his desk, immersed in writing his notes that summarize the crew’s health and what they’ll need to pick up in regards to medical supplies.

though he doesn’t fail to hear the door squeak in protest, a very bruised and bloodied junyang making his entrance. siwoo startles at the sight of him.

“ what happened ? ” he immediately fusses, jumping out of his chair and rushing towards the other. his eyes are wide, alarmed, hands reflexively searching every part of the other’s body for any serious injuries. he finds nothing significant, thankfully, but that doesn’t stop siwoo from helping junyang to the medical table, as if the boy hadn’t walked all the way here himself.

“ sit - sit and stay. i’ll  get you a salve for the scrapes. ” siwoo directs. junyang, although he wasn’t necessarily trouble, had a bit too much pride in him that always translated into defiance. siwoo treated him with patience because he could tell that the other wasn’t trying to be a bother, just – wasn’t used to the attention. for that, he’s made an effort to treat the other as kindly as possible. he doesn’t really know how to come across friendly, but he thinks their relationship couldn’t be considered anything bad. he hopes the other looks upon him positively, at least.

but first and foremost, he’s a professional.

“ take your top off, i need to disinfect. ”

“ i told you i'm fine, asshole, ” comes the almost mandatory hiss, forcibly thrashing out of the other's grip on him. junyang turns his glare onto them, giving a sharp kick in the knee despite the gashes on his leg and along his entire fucking body which frankly, make him want to keel over and die. in which, he'd rather do than admit it, of course. “ i'll go— i said i'll go, jesus. leave me the fuck alone. ”<</small>

this is how he finds himself being unceremoniously shoved into the medical room with a warning to get your ass treated by siwoo or else—and while he knows it's an empty threat, he grudgingly obliges because a) he's bone-tired, and b) it's more than a little comforting to know that it's siwoo, at least, that's taking care of him.

“ i'm fine, ” is junyang's instinctive reply, eyes averted from siwoo's face as he halfheartedly swats his hands away. he knows the other male is just trying to help, but really, it's not a big deal. he's dealt with worse. “ the mission just kinda got fucked up. got nicked with a knife and bruised up a little, stuff like that, but it's nothing. it's not even that bad. i can treat it myself, i swear, but as you can see, the son of a bitch dragged me here. ”

oddly, though, junyang still finds himself going along with him, despite his constant grumbling. he’s thankful, at the very least, that he has the patience to put up with his bullshit. not to mention that he's always found siwoo endearing, with all his little quirks that he's managed to pick up on even with their limited time spent together. he knows his intentions are good, above it all. obediently, he sits down, but at the sudden instruction to remove his top, the hesitant frown reappears once again. “ is there really a need to? couldn’t you... disinfect through the shirt, or something? ” 

but junyang is stubborn, not stupid, and even as he says this, he knows it sounds ridiculous. with a sigh, his fingers reach for the tattered hem, and slips the fabric over his head. this better be worth it. 

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟTALL WALLS .

#⚡️¦ — CONVO. ❜ #tall walls. #v13siwoo. #( i wrote this at 4am pls forgive #queued.

[v13yang]

+ SUJI ! 

@v13yang·

in the holding garage, she’s dragging junyang by the sleeve; the force tugging him along with her by all means. the high ceilings echo with the sound of their rushing to the vehicles. “ don’t you think you should treat yourself? ” suji asks, not really caring for a response. she has one door open and shoves junyang headfirst into the hovercar to deploy out. she’s almost manic when she giggles, seated in the driver’s seat next to him. hands on the wheel, a rush of giddiness swirls up when she starts the engine when she hears the faint motors running. 

“ you need new clothes, ” she mentions offhand as the reason for this trip. she presses for the garage to open and without warning, promptly stomps on the pedal. of course, the car lurches forward before– “ ah! ” the car comes to a sudden halt. two bodies thrown off balance. suji seems dismissive of her extreme motions or their safety. her first reaction is reaching in front of him to pop open the glove compartment. confirming the goods, she nods to herself. inside, two guns are innocently nestled in the back.

returning to her previous position, she grins again with fingers clenched around the wheel. only this time, she does ask, “ ready to go? ”

he doesn’t question the way he’s suddenly led away by suji without warning from his room, mentioning about how they should apparently apparently go on a shopping trip and claiming that he needs new clothes ( not that he actually thinks so, but suji’s words, not his. ) after all, it’s almost part and parcel of being friends with her—not that he actually minds, especially since she’s one of the only people he actually stands being around. enjoys, really.

junyang makes a small noise of protest when he gets pushed into the passenger seat, scowl hanging from his lips in mock distaste. “ no? i don’t, actually, so— what the fuck! ” there’s a glare directed solely at her when the vehicle swerves forward, but it quickly gives way to a half-smile ( as it always does when he’s with suji ) when he watches the other light up in a grin. “ i’d love to die, trust me, but next time just give me a heads up, okay? ”

fingers pressed tightly against the seat in preparation for a jerky ride ahead, he nods in silent affirmation. however, his tone is teasing when he asks, “ do you want me to drive instead, though? can’t have you killing off the two of us without letting captain know beforehand. ” it’s no secret that he trusts her, though. more than the average person, anyway.

- ̗̀ ✧ duality

#⚡️¦ — CONVO. ❜ #duality. #v13suji. #( LMAO #srry this lame af #queued.

[v13yang]

第一. LUCKY STRIKE !! @jisoov13

“ for the love of god, jisoo, look up. ” 

he doesn’t bother to keep the irritation out of his voice, simply because he doesn’t have the patience nor time to deal with this utter bullshit. he eyes the figure in front of him—read: nam jisoo, twenty-one, admittedly attractive, but blatantly not paying attention—and slams his palm down hard on the surface in front of him. “ listen, you asked me to teach you, and i am. so are you going to listen or not? otherwise, don’t waste my fucking time. ” 

honestly, junyang doesn’t care if he chooses not to listen, because ultimately it just comes down to whether the other will be able to defend himself when he’s on field or not depending on whether he actually makes use of these training sessions ( clearly not, at least for now ), and it really doesn’t concern nor affect yang in any way—so, it’s jisoo’s loss. but he’s never been one to deal with jisoo’s behaviour ( especially not jisoo’s ), and he isn’t going to tolerate any of it.

he leans forward until he’s almost nose to nose with the other, eyes glinting sharply in warning. “ frankly, i don’t give a fuck if you die. makes life easier for me anyway. but i’m not gonna be held responsible by jaewon if you actually rot to death while you’re on a mission because you didn’t learn something useful from me when you could have, so you better fucking listen up, ” he hisses, voice kept low, but even then he wonders whether his message will get through jisoo’s thick goddamn skull.

it fucking better.

#⚡️¦ — CONVO. ❜ #lucky strike. #jisoov13. #( um lots of cursing ??? also @ yang u acting tough but u kno u rly weak 4 jisoo #fuck him up pls #queued.

[v13yang]

it’s not as if it’s intentional, it really isn’t.

or well, maybe it is.

maybe it’s just that junyang is doing a horrible job of being a good person ( if there’s even such a thing, anyway ), especially even when there’s nothing directly done to offend him at all. or maybe, it’s just the fact that he finds joy in terrorizing woo jisung himself.

the sneer that crosses his features the moment he looks up and steps into the room is a well-worn one, familiar by now and one that’s only saved for jisung. amusing. this is nothing short of that to him. easily, junyang takes a mere two steps before he’s blocking the other’s escape route, and yet it’s almost entertaining how his shorter figure but confident stance is put against the taller man shifting in front of him. 

“ aw, jisung. leaving without saying hi to me? that’s kind of hurtful, ” he frowns almost pityingly. he swears he’s not a bully—frankly, how can he be one when he’s being pitted against another who’s taller and older than him?—but instead, he’s simply way more bemused at jisung’s reactions when they’re around each other. “ not to mention, rude. ” 

a smile that could be considered friendly, but laced with menacing intent graces junyang’s lips as he slowly takes a few steps forward, forcing jisung to back away. “ are you scared of me, jisung-ah? ” his tone is teasing, light, but he can’t help but mock the ridiculousness of the fact that he could be afraid of him. 

proximity

past; @v13yang

jisung’s busy working out a few kinks in his code, to clean up the interface of the ship’s command – he’s just being picky, really, but he’s also pretty sure that’ll help the next time there’s another mission and he needs to keep track of everyone at one go. he’s all about efficacy; he’s got to prove himself to the crew still, even if they’ve already accepted him. this seems like a good place to start, if he’s going to be part of running communications now.

he’s working in the quiet of the mess room, undisturbed, absent-mindedly munching on a stray granola bar while he works. he thinks he might bring it over to jeongmin or minhae when he’s done, just to see what they think – he’s pretty pleased with how his new layout looks, himself. he’s almost finished, just a few more adjustments for quick accessibility and he thinks it’ll be perfect.

there are footsteps, someone entering the room – jisung looks up, ready to greet whoever it is, and freezes in place when he sees the familiar face. the sullen look is quickly recognisable. that’s his cue to go, he thinks, and grabs his tech, half-eaten granola bar and all, and tries to leave as subtly as a six foot one man can, with all the stealth of a failed ninja.

#⚡️¦ — CONVO. ❜ #v13jisung. #proximity. #( IT'S ALL GOOD BBY #also this is rly trash but hey ... Dumb Space Bros

[v13yang]

the cutest ♡

#⚡️¦ — VIS. ❜ #( do ? u know ? how much i love him ? #LOOK AT HIS SMILE IM AKDJSJFN ))))))-: #also ic yang bc he has built armz #godgdodgdodhshdnn i love ) : #also sorry for my clear inability to reply to what i owe i'LL GET 2 IT SOON ???? but here's some minghao kk

[v13yang]

dabs aggressively HENLO children !! i’m jin ( s/her, gmt+8, local Mess ) and ur watching disney channel ,,, JRGSHFJ and this is my baby boy zhao junyang aka yang!! also listen when jae told me abt space pirates rp i was 10/10 sold bless u :^) i’ve already been plotting with some of u but for the rest i have zero nil nada pages or plots except for yang’s bio here so uh like this to plot and we can brainstorm some things ?? ok stuff about junyang under the cut!!!

PERSONA

ur first impression of him was probably Intimidating

has serious trust / daddy issues, trusts about 0.5 of the ppl on the ship

Loud but only about the unimportant things

but on the other hand about the things that matter he’s just 💀🔪🔪

he’s getting better at opening up to the rest of the vanta crew, but still isn’t the most talkative

also not the best with words rip

strongest assets are his stealth and skillz, but defo not anything like empathy or cooperation bye

actually is super smart and has a rlly good memory, memorizes items from their color sequences and can identify them easily

can speak like four languages bc he taught himself lmao

is actually a secret bookworm he LOVES reading he thinks it’s fascinating

doesn’t rly like talking abt his synesthesia but he adores it bc it’s Part of who he is

doesn’t know how to deal if he gets hurt, only knows how to Fight

tHUs bottles everything inside of him and never tells anyone stuff

basically he’s absolute SHIT at emotions, he’s probably not the best person to go to if you’re looking for touchy feely stuff

he only knows how to deal w things physically so if he’s sad he’ll just kick u in the dick

when he first got onto vanta he literally talked to No One … he was a mystery for like the first year

hoshi who vc: enIGMATIC

so it rly takes a pretty long time for him to warm up to people, u gotta Work for it

i don’t think he’d ever wholeheartedly trust anyone for the rest or his life?????

and he’s still rly tryna grasp the concept of happiness rip

spends most of his time a) training, b) in the weaponry or c) his room

looks tough but is actually soft and sad if u ever get to see that side of him

KNOWS HOW TO HAVE FUN it’s just that he’s…… angry and pissy 9/10 of the time

vvvv short tempered and gets offended rly easily

also is very strongly opinionated don’t ever… fight him

award for the best rbf ever goes to zhao junyang

killer fists killer fingers bc they hella long …. 👅💦💦

Fashion Icon

lowkey a hoe but like would he ever get laid ? Nah

carries a weapon w/ him at all times, no exceptions

a drunk junyang is a clingy junyang , entertaining af

also super done and deadpan most of the time

sleep ? who

long ass legs and long ass body but washboard abs and arms and thighs DADDIE

hates everyone and everything, won’t deal with ur bullshit lmao bye

Tiredt™

would rather die than cry in front of anyone

BASICALLY HE’S JUST ACTING TOUGH SO HE WON’T GET HURT PLS LOVE HIM

BACKGROUND

tw death, suicide attempt

ur resident protector general of vanta aka weapons master 😎

from kavasch, his ass suffered a whole lot back home

he’s had synesthesia since birth, only discovered when he was 8

got bullied ostracised hated on bc of it yadda yadda treated like an anomaly

daddy dearest was the only one who loved him since his mom couldn’t be bothered to give a flying fuck lbh

vvvvv poor so junyang took up a job where he had to like steal and kill and shit to earn $$$$

UM ONE DAY dad said he was going away but never said where so yang was like : /

and then like two weeks later his mom came home crying and told him he was DEAD !

lol bitch

turns out she was cheating on her husband w her sugar daddie down the street !! aju nice

so lol, what to do, yang punched her in the face

HE LEGIT LOVED HIS DAD SO MUCH HE WAS THE ONLY ONE HE HAD IN THE ENTIRE GODDAMN UNIVERSE

but well :) his dad :) didn’t love him :) he was ashamed of having a son like him !

ofc yang felt like he had been Betrayed bc he’d been living a lie??? grew rly rly sad and attempted to take his own life

thankfully now he’s way better esp since he was recruited by vanta

basically that’s his whole bg except that i wrote it in 4.4k words

alright kiddos i tried 2 make this entertaining but i’m lame and tired so that’s all ,, i’ll go to all ur im’s soon BUT meanwhile it’s easier to reach me on my rp twt @EUPHORlCA where i scream about minghao and svt and cry about how samuel and jonghyun DIDN’T FUCKING GET INTO THE TOP 11 wanna one is cancelled :^) hMU IF U WANNA PLOT !! peace

#⚡️¦ — OOC. ❜ #( this got too long .. smh #( don't let this flop >:~(

[v13yang]

#⚡️¦ — MP3. ❜ #( type of songs yang gets lit to!!!!

[v13yang]

i want to carve my wishes into the galaxies, trace stardust with my small fingertips, let my lungs inhale constellations.

i want to feel whole / a.a.m.l (via inkharbors)

#⚡️¦ — ISMS. ❜

[v13yang]

he’s so cute

#⚡️¦ — VIS. ❜

[v13yang]

Fairy Ear | do not edit/crop photo

#⚡️¦ — VIS. ❜ #( das my boy 👅💦💦