#fcclings

‹ 🔺 › — getting called in to what youngjae called a ‘ meeting ’ was obviously puzzling minjun, already having told several times that he didn’t want in on the whole celebrity, news and events. knowing very well this was what his childhood friend now did for a living, but that didn’t change the fact that it was highly uncomfortable for him. just to think about, having cameras headed your way to entire time, having to be anxious about people figuring out where you live; because they’d then stand outside and wait for you to get out. the whole thing, was enough to make him cringe just by thinking about it. and just now, he had only just managed to get pass the girls outside, without getting noticed, and into the building of the company where youngjae was working. the boy heaved out a sigh before asking for guidance --- showing the invitation they had been sending him over mail. obviously, youngjae’s text wouldn’t be the thing to do it, so minjun had printed out the thing his manager had been sending instead. once he was led up to the proper level of the building, as well as the room. he sat himself on one of the chairs, zipping his jacket open while he was still unsure of why they wanted to talk with him --- after all, he hadn’t really been getting in the way or anything, so this situation had him confused. once they entered, a minor smile appeared onto plush lips once his friend came into view; feeling a bit more relaxed as he knew one of the people there. although, he had met his manager before. ❝ so, what’s this about ? ❞ minjun decided to break the silence, too curious not to know as quick as possible.

⊰ 🔺 ⊱ —- stretching his body, he yawned, waving at his friend, before turning around and walking home. humming a song he was trying to finish, the man ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the bag higher on his shoulder. he felt tired or maybe it was just because of his lazy self, but either way, max was happy he was done with the classes for that week. walking inside of the building he was living, he bowed his head at a guy he knew, before starting to sprint on the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator, no matter how lazy or tired he felt. not to mention that it wasn’t a big deal, since his apartment was at the second floor. taking out his keys, he unlocked the door and walked inside, taking off his shoes and jacket, before going to his room. what he didn’t expect was to see jinwoo naked and when the younger boy looked at him, max blinked. ❝ it’s okay, don’t worry. it’s not like you have something i haven’t seen before, ❞ he said, rubbing his head a little, while his eyes slowly roamed over jinwoo’s body. the older licked his lips, trying his best to push away any bad thoughts he had at that moment, because the last thing he wanted was that jinwoo to think he was some kind of freak. ❝ uhh, i’ll go take a shower. if you need something, you know where to find me, ❞ max mused, barely tearing his eyes off the younger’s body.

jooyoung: i lit havent taken pics w/o the dog filter in weeks jooyoung: im honestly shocked to look in a mirror & not see the dog filter on my face jooyoung: when will my reflection show....who i am inside..

kris: my blanket fort fell down on me :(((( kris: please help kris: oxygen is depleting 

pal . my pal....... why dont we have things on here yet

◤ ❝ @sunbces​ // @fcclings ☽ ◢

“i mean, i get what you’re trying to say, but i don’t really think i was listening enough to really give my input.” she shrugged, biting down on her lip. “maybe it would help if you put a shirt on, might be able to think clearer!”

          he’s a shaking wreck ; more nervous than he’s ever been ( almost. ) he’d had to lie to his boyfriend about his whereabouts just to be here, but he knows it’ll be worth it to see prince again, that much he’s certain of. he’d finally saved up enough money ; all the extra hours and sleepless nights had finally resulted in this -- and he misses him. oh, he misses him more than anything. gripping his bag tightly, elwood runs a hand through his hair before raising his knuckles to the door, knocking softly. he doesn’t know what to expect, and for a second he’s terrified prince has moved back in with his parents, and if he had -- well. he guesses he’s about to find out.