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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

help.

[ 12:49 am ]

  you lay in your bed, eyes focused on the blank white ceiling. your hands rest grasping each other tightly above your head, and your bottom lip trapped in your teeth as you try desperately to hold back tears. 

  “y/n?” Renjun said quietly, reminding you that your boyfriend was still on the line. Renjun and the boys were on tour, but they were soon approaching the end of their travels. he would soon be coming home to you, and you couldn’t be any more excited to be in his embrace once again. that was until he called you tonight with dejection in his tone.

  he’d already been on tour for roughly two months. luckily you were able to see him when they stopped in your city, which you’re grateful for, though the time spent together was short and rushed. you were excited to talk to him when he called, but your excitement soon turned into sorrow.

  “yeah, I’m still here,” you said shakily. you couldn’t form a proper response. Renjun had just told you that their schedule was prolonged, as they added pop-up shows and there were additional side events that they needed to attend.

  “are you okay?” he asked. the thoughts in your head were going mad, but your brain and your body were still. your brain and your body were numb.

  you sniffled, “i just miss you, Renjun.” holding back your tears was becoming near impossible, but you were still going strong as not to worry your boyfriend. 

  “babe, i,” he paused. “i’m sorry but i don’t know what to do. i can’t just say no, you know that.”

  “i get that. this long distance is just hurting. if i could drop my life here to be by your side i would, but i can’t,” you started, growing a bit frustrated at the situation.

  a long, drawn out sigh came from his end. “i know you can’t. it hurts me just as much but it’s just something we have to deal with. unless you don’t feel like putting up with this anymore,” he grew quieter, regretting his words immediately.

  you were shocked at his suggestion that you wanted to call it quits. after all you’d been through, all of the time already spent apart. if anything, it made you realize how much you truly loved him, and that’s why it hurt so badly. “no way. i’d never just give up, but i’m allowed to be sad. i’ll get over it once i see you again. but for the time being, i’m allowed to sulk around and miss my boyfriend.”

  “we’ll be sad together. prepare to see fantaken pictures of me sulking,” he chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood and take your mind off of the issue at hand.

"I put on too much hand cream, take some for me."

He laughed softly as you rubbed the smooth lotion onto his palms. Once you were done, you straightened up and pressed your lips to his.

"Thanks! See you later, babe."

Jisung zoned out in the practice room, and smiled to himself as he felt how soft his hands were.

"Dude, what's got you all smiley?" Chenle asked with a teasing grin.

Jisung put his palms to his face, smelling the gentle scent of jasmine and honey, and remembered the the way your lips feel against his. He smiled shyly, pink reaching the tips of his ears.

you jump, tackling him right down to the bed until your knees are securely holding down his arms, restricting him from moving. he slumps in your grasp, and for a moment you feel like you won until he yanks his arms out, whirling you down against the bed.

your breath hitches in your throat and jeno chuckles at your expression, giving a squeeze to your waist. “bet you weren’t expecting that,” he says slyly, making you pout.

pursing your lips, you lock your eyes with him, slowly inching your fingers to where the last pillow was. judging from what you were seeing, he was zoning out on your lips just the way you had expected, and you refrain from letting a smirk slide onto your face.

but when you finally attack him with the soft material, a hand yanks it away effortlessly, throwing it behind with the rest of them. you’re taken aback when his lips are suddenly at your jaw, tracing an invisible line up to your mouth, and then down to the sensitive skin of your neck. a pleasant sigh leaves you, enjoying the feathered touches but a gasp forms in your throat when he starts sucking softly.

“i win,” he whispers against your skin, but you barely hear it when his lips go further down, peppering kisses to your collarbone. “do you admit that i won?”

jeno pulls back, looking down at you fluttering your eyes open quick enough to see the cocky expression take over his face. “yeah, whatever, just kiss me.”

“hurry, y/nnn” boyfriend!jisung shouted outside your room. “jaemin hyung’s going to— ugh, i don’t want to hear the end of it, if we’re late!” he cringed at the thought.

you and the other members are having a party for you passing your entrance exam on the university you like. you said it’s fine not to throw a party but they insisted, saying it’s just the whole nct members plus their s/o.

“just a minute! i can’t choose which chapstick i’ll wear.” you replied, covering your eyes and randomly point your finger to the chapsticks laid in front of you.

jisung sighed, going inside to your room and plopped himself on your bed.

“oh, hi. sorry, just a minute.” you blabbered.

“i’ll help.” jisung sat on the edge of your bed near to where you’re seated.

you turned around to look at him, holding your bunched chapsticks in your hands. “choose one.” you grinned.

“wear it all then i’ll say what’s great on you.”

“but doesn’t it will take us longer?”

“just do it.” he rolled his eyes, smiling a little later.

you did what he told you, putting on the first chapstick. you smacked your lips lightly, turning to jisung for his thoughts.

“what do you think?” you asked. you’ve put on cotton candy, tasting it a bit.

jisung leaned onto you, making you lean back on instinct; but when you felt his soft lips land on yours, you completely melted. he pulled back a few seconds later, licking his own lips. “hmm, next.” he smiled at you innocently.

you chuckled, putting on the second one.

“what about this?”

he leaned again, kissing you much longer. he licked his lips again, feigning to think on which to choose. “next.”

you’ve put the third, fourth, and the last one, jisung tasting the last flavor. your lips are visibly a shade darker, and his, too.

“i’ll pretend not to know that you’re using the chapsticks as a form of excuse to kiss me but we really need to hurry up.” you chuckled. “so? what’s your final say?”

“i think the flavor “my lips” will be perfect on yours.”

"What's wrong?" he hears Jaemin ask from beside him, the older looking up from the sink to address Jisung.

"It's just..." the younger hesitates, "that customer over there has been sitting alone for an hour now and hasn't ordered anything."

"Maybe they just want to relax," Jaemin sighs, not sure on where Jisung is going with this.

"No, I think it was supposed to be a date or something... Maybe meeting up with a friend," he mumbles, chewing on his lip.

"It isn't our business," Jaemin murmurs, drying hands on his apron before pulling the whole thing off, trading it for his coat. "You have to close now anyway so they're going home in max five seconds."

Jaemin pats his back and walks into the staff room, taking the last of his belongings and leaving the cafe with a final goodnight call.

Left to close the store alone, Jisung turns off all but one of the display lights, leaving only the wall fixtures to illuminate the final patrons, who thank the barista with gentle smiles and a gracious tip.

With only your brooding figure left, Jisung shuffles over to your table, clearing his throat as soon as you begin to put your jacket on. You reply without even looking up at him, "I'm sorry for staying so late. I'll leave you a tip since I didn't buy anything."

"That's alright," he takes a deep breath for courage, "I was actually going ask if you wanted a bit to eat? And if you were... Um- alright?"

The look of shock you direct at Jisung makes his chest constrict nervously, your hands slowing down as you consider his offer. "You guys close in," you check the clock behind you, "two minutes. No?"

"We do but I'm closing today so it's completely fine. Doesn't hurt anyone but us," he reassures, already walking behind the bar to slice up a share of cake.

You fold your hands in your lap when he approaches again, this time with a treat and two forks. "Thank you so much. I honestly don't think I'm ready to go home just yet."

"Why's that?" he mutters hesitantly, unsure if the topic is one you want to discuss.

"My roommate," you sigh around a mouthful of cake, "she's expecting me to come home and gush about this date she set up for me today except I have nothing to gush about."

"No show?" Jisung giggles, hoping the mood would lighten up with his small comment.

Thankfully, you play along, "ding ding ding." The melodic tapping of your fork against the plate creates a gentle ring that dances around Jisung's ears.

Taking the plate with a disappointed shake of his head, he goes to quickly wash up your dishes and scurries around the staff room. With all his belongings in hand, he walks out to see you waiting for him by the front entrance, a shy smile playing on your lips as he goes to flip the final light switch.

"I just want to thank you again," you mumble, rolling the balls of your feet against the pavement as Jisung locks up shop.

"It wasn't anything. As long as you're feeling better now?" You confirm his statement with a firm nod of your head, allowing him to continue speaking.

"You can thank me properly by coming in tomorrow and actually paying full price," he grins, tucking the keys into his back pocket.

You scoff playfully with a roll of your eyes in reaction, the boy snickering at his own joke too. Silence envelopes the two of you and you bite down on your lip, unsure how to say goodbye to the kind boy.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says for you, strayching the back of his neck awkwardly.

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