𝓊𝓃𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹

trying to put my life together atm. while this was fun, i fear mediocrity the most. just don’t have it in me to give half-assed replies. 

thanks guys. 

this is an indefinite hiatus announcement. see you, maybe.

﹙ ﹡ ﹠. – 🇲​🇴​🇷​🇪​ 🇵​🇴​🇵​🇺​🇱​🇦​🇷​ 🇹​🇪​🇽​🇹​ 🇵​🇴​🇸​🇹​🇸​.

﹙ ﹡ ﹠. – 🇲​🇴​🇷​🇪​ 🇵​🇴​🇵​🇺​🇱​🇦​🇷​ 🇹​🇪​🇽​🇹​ 🇵​🇴​🇸​🇹​🇸​.

 ⤙ ∴ ⤚      from small talk about orange fruit to a blurt of evaluation of self in her supposed lack to charisma. taemin laughs; it’s too particular to hana, and random, to not be funny. “ i’d peg you as more of a bitter tea, like chinese kuding. for sure. ” 

      it was both. for the filling, the hushed need. what he seeks is also seeking him; and that is enough for him to waver into this pursuit of fleshed communion. “ how do you do it? ” confined to this nestling, cheek pressed and breath fanned across collarbone bolts, the impending question would catch in his throat if he dared to look in her eyes. “ how do you manage to make me feel parched and quenched---all at once? ” 

      「 how have you teased me apart - made my insatiability navigable. what incantation did you mutter when i was between dreaming and drowning? 」

i see tsundere, i didn’t say this. but good to know i was the only one to come to mind when you saw this sweet message. pft.

🇦​🇳​🇴​🇳​🇾​🇲​🇴​🇺​🇸​🇱​🇾​ 🇹​🇪​🇱​🇱​ 🇲​🇾​ 🇲​🇺​🇸​🇪​ 🇸​🇴​🇲​🇪​🇹​🇭​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​·🇩​ 🇳​🇪​🇻​🇪​🇷​ 🇸​🇦​🇾​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​🇮​🇷​ 🇫​🇦​🇨​🇪​.

🇦​🇳​🇴​🇳​🇾​🇲​🇴​🇺​🇸​🇱​🇾​ 🇹​🇪​🇱​🇱​ 🇲​🇾​ 🇲​🇺​🇸​🇪​ 🇸​🇴​🇲​🇪​🇹​🇭​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​·🇩​ 🇳​🇪​🇻​🇪​🇷​ 🇸​🇦​🇾​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​🇮​🇷​ 🇫​🇦​🇨​🇪​.

🇦​🇳​🇴​🇳​🇾​🇲​🇴​🇺​🇸​🇱​🇾​ 🇹​🇪​🇱​🇱​ 🇲​🇾​ 🇲​🇺​🇸​🇪​ 🇸​🇴​🇲​🇪​🇹​🇭​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​·🇩​ 🇳​🇪​🇻​🇪​🇷​ 🇸​🇦​🇾​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​🇮​🇷​ 🇫​🇦​🇨​🇪​.

﹙ ﹡ ﹠. – 🇲​🇴​🇷​🇪​ 🇵​🇴​🇵​🇺​🇱​🇦​🇷​ 🇹​🇪​🇽​🇹​ 🇵​🇴​🇸​🇹​🇸​.

  ⤙ ∴ ⤚      he sits, but doesn’t expect to sink. waist level with cushions on either side, this couch has certainly seen better days. “ how often do you nap on this couch, hyung? hul. ”

﹙ ﹡ ﹠. – 🇲​🇴​🇷​🇪​ 🇵​🇴​🇵​🇺​🇱​🇦​🇷​ 🇹​🇪​🇽​🇹​ 🇵​🇴​🇸​🇹​🇸​.

   ⤙ ∴ ⤚      beautiful, this noona. when he pitches the idea to chance a flirty line or two, he’s countered with the ever obvious ‘7 years’ ‘robbin’ the cradle’ all sorts of variations to the very simple ‘no, it’s a bad idea’. forget preserving his ego, why not brand him a fool where he shoulder-slumps with broken pride into this cheaply fashioned bag of synthetic polymer to swallow his minuscule existence whole. 

expect nothing less of lee taemin to dramatize his disappointment, and offer his two cents with a childish claim to a scheming heart.