#moonjin

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moonjin didn’t fit the scenery in quite the same way ezra had. stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the unkempt grasses and rotting wood. by his feet lay half a squirrel he’d picked up earlier; the blood still drying beneath his fingernails. and absently, he picked at the deepening flecks as he waited. eventually, ezra would show. he just KNEW it. if he were anyone else, he would have left an hour ago. taken the carcass, and his own, and stumbled far away from the tracks. headed in any direction they didn’t, until they faded from sight like a painting strung up on his eyes. but he wasn’t, and moony didn’t WANT distance. not in the way ezra seemed to like to force it.

Because other being gay with everyone and also Jin, but not with Namjoon .

He only did fanservice/gay things/skinship/or whatever is that with jin .

Yeah he close with every member too,

but the closeness between him and jin is different , there is something special inside his eyes when he stare at jin,

he is not a person who being used doing fanservice with a man, we can see that obviously.

but he would like to do it with jin . only with him .

so thats why,

they moments look simple but precious and very sweet

we couldn’t see a really gay interaction between them .

I’m tired of seeing bts fans ship them with literally any girl group when you guys don’t even listen to their music or follow the group. The mamamoo x bts is so tiring and low key pissing me off. Just because they had some interactions theres like 38484929 fan-fictions and shit, I personally laugh at the moonjin ship. We all know moon is gay lmfao. (Its a joke) Even comments on youtube under mamamoo and any other girl groups have become so toxic. Its sad and stupid. Don’t even get me started on the seventeen x twice ships. Then there’s the “WHY ARE YOU GUYS DELULU STOP ASSUMING MOONSUN IS REAL STOP ASSUMING PEOPLES SEXUALITIES” Why do we always assume Kpop idols are straight but take offense when we assume they are gay?? lmfao i could name several that are questionable yet you guys say people who ship two men together (WHEN THEY LITERALLY DO THE MOST.) Is ruining a fandom..but shipping them with any girl-group and shitting on a girl if they look at your “oppa” isn’t? Or shitting on girl-groups because they wear something revealing and calling them sluts… meanwhile your bias takes off his shirt, crotch grabs, and dry humps the floor and its “gods gift” Yall mutherfuckers need jisoos. (Inserts picture of joshua) I wish I could disable stupidity.

the last month and a half moony had been miserable. ezra had left a body in his bed; cold and bloodied and less comforting than his father had been. and moony hadn’t slept with it the same, indifferent to the face that lay slack and scared and sated just below his pillow. ezra had left him hanging four days later; the grief and affection waring inside his head until they formed a mangled, grotesque picture of desperation. ezra had turned him away at the door; with biting lips, and vicious fists when moony had moved to make peace. violent to such a point that moony realized later in the night, he could no longer tell who the blood on his sheets belonged to. himself, or his uninvited guest. there’d been so much of it lately. it had been hard to keep up.

and somewhere in the rush of it, he’d been beaten through. bled into the silence ezra had wanted all along; days blurring into weeks, and then a month of no contact. no bitter messages to combat. no bruising fingers to claim his hips. no rush of adrenaline at the growl of ezra’s voice beside his ear. and no lover compared. no lover was free of the flashing images of rot and viscera brought about with every orgasm. no lover but the one who would not touch him, see him, TALK to him.

he’d tried to fuck it out all the same. parties, clubs, friendly beds all turning to absent homes that suffocated his bare skin, his aching jaw, his raw heart. until there was nothing left to feel but the press of another body writhing against his own, and later, ghost-like fingers attempting to soften every blow. moony hadn’t wanted soft.

he’d wanted fast, hard, and blinding. escapism in it’s most effective form. and he’d gotten it.