Eunhos Tag Drop

eunho’s tag drop

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  visuals.  ੭  ⵓ   kim  eunho.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  musing.  ੭  ⵓ   kim  eunho.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  threads.  ੭  ⵓ   kim  eunho.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  ship.  ੭  ⵓ   eunho  +  s.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

wildwcmen​:

“if this is your way of saying that you want to date me, it’s a terrible way of going about it.” she exhales softly through her nose, the sound coming out as a quiet huff. the longer the conversation continues, the more she finds that she’s actually becoming offended. all of his insecurities and jealousy is starting to get on her nerves, and while in most situations she would try to help him through it, it’s different when it feels as though it’s all her fault. “so what if there is someone else? we aren’t dating, you’ve made that very clear, and after this little outburst of yours i wouldn’t want to date you in the first place. or do you just want to meet my friends so that you can sleep with one of them next? go ahead! you have my blessing.”

this   was   getting   way   out   of   hand,   so   far   out   of   reach   that   junghyun   couldn’t   grab   hold   of   the   situation   long   enough   to   backtrack.   when   he   was   angry,   it   was   hard   for   them   to   take   note   of   this   and   dial   it   back,   or   consider   the   fact   that   he   is   at   fault   and   his   words   are   hurtful.   it’s   not   that   he   doesn’t   care,   it’s   tunnel   vision,   something   he   himself   despises.   ‘   i   am   in   no   way   looking   to   date   you,   i   just   figured   you’d   want   to   maintain   that   aspect   of   friendship   we   had   prior   to   jumping   down   each   other’s   pants,   yeah?   ’   he   swallows   back   a   lump,   shaky   hands   stuffed   into   their   pockets.   this   was   not   going   to   end   well.   ‘   i   don’t   want   to   sleep   with   your   friends,   i   just   thought   it   was   a   normal   thing   to   do.   introduce   friends   to   friends,   and   hang   out?   but   by   all   means,   if   they   wish   to   fuck,   don’t   let   yourself   get   in   the   way.   i’ll   end   this,   here.   now.   ’   with   that,   he   turns   on   his   heels,   stepping   out   of   the   doorway,   cursing   himself   for   his   temper   and   need   to   destroy   anything   that’s   good   for   him.

backstage with jungkook at louis vuitton 2021 show in seoul

hearthseek​:

         ‘   i  have  noticed.   ’    nathan’s  words  were  soft  as  his  tone  also  had  a  warm  edge  to  it.  maybe  even  for  the  first  time.  not  many  people  took  the  time  out  to  actually  prepare  something  this  nice  to  him.  if  it  wasn’t  for  his  brother  or  best  friend,  there  would  be  no  one.  so  it’s  appreciated  that  seongmin  tried.     ‘   this  is  great.  don’t  order  the  pizza.   ’   nathan  said,  quickly  grabbing  him  by  the  wrist  to  stop  any  possible  movements  that  might  come  next.  the  mutant  looks  into  the  other’s  eyes  while  wearing  a  smile.  a  rare  sight  to  see.     ‘   we  can  just  cut  out  the  burnt  parts  and  eat  the  rest.  it  will  be  okay.   ’

when   his   wrist   is   tugged,   he   stops   completely   in   his   tracks   to   mee   the   gaze   of   nathan’s.   for   a   moment,   he’s   silent.   palms   sweat,   cheeks   cascading   a   rather   dark   shade   of   crimson.   it’s   not   tough   to   make   seongmin   blush,   or   flustered   like   this.   though   it   feels   different   when   it   is   due   to   the   latter.   ‘   um,   no,   no   it’s   okay!   don’t   worry   about   it.   it   won’t   hurt   my   feelings   too   much   if   we   toss   it   out.   ’   seongmin   feels   though,   that   this   is   not   an   option.   it’s   beyond   their   control   at   this   point,   so   instead   they   leave   the   steaks   on   the   cutting   board   and   reach   for   the   knives,   then   pauses.   ‘   actually,   maybe   .   .   .   maybe   you   should   cut   these?   or   perhaps,   guide   my   hands?   my   cognitive   abilities   are   quite   off,   i   might   tear   them   to   shreds.   ’   

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“I no longer care for sports. Tried to keep up with basketball and it only caused me to get a headache.” Haneul shrugged. “For this reason, I’m out.”

a   sigh   of   relief   washes   over   atlas’   face,   shoulders   slumping.   “   god,   finally.   i   thought   i   was   the   only   one.   “   eyes   roll,   he   takes   the   chance   to   sit   against   the   grass,   sweat   prickling   and   spreading   over   his   exterior.   

atlas’ tag drop

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❛  ❪  ♡  ;  musing.  ੭  ⵓ   atlas  lee.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  threads.  ੭  ⵓ   atlas  lee.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫

❛  ❪  ♡  ;  ship.  ੭  ⵓ   atlas  +  s.  𐐪𐑂   ｡  ❫