Thanks, kitten, I’m flattered.

originalchoi replied to your post: originalchoi asked:Hey you. /smil...

You’re good looking as hell, wow.

Angst Starters. (x)

▋       There he was, standing frozen on his living room as his brown hues faced the back of another male’s head, his fingers curled into fists and nails cutting through the flesh of his palms due the tight grip. It was happening again … someone he had grown to enjoy spending time with, someone he had grown used to … that someone was walking out of his life, easily like that, and no matter how hard he tried to, words wouldn’t come out, the lump in his throat preventing him from even breathing. The words that came next were definitive and he couldn’t help but to jerk forward, trying to bring his frozen body out of such state—he had to do something.

       "And now is the part where we say goodbye." Minho’s words were soft, yet quite firm, and in that moment, Thomas knew it was for real, that the other male wasn’t joking around. Why? Why was he being left again? Why was he being kicked out of someone’s life again? Was there something wrong with him? And the questions kept coming, his eyes brimming with tears as a small amount of warm blood could be felt slipping past his fingers and down to the carpet on the floor. That was it. Even though he wanted to cry, to scream, his body wouldn’t react—all he could do was stare as the other male opened the door, ready to step out.

       For the few first steps the latter took to walk out past the door, everything came back to him—their first meeting, the first coffee together, the senseless conversations, the texts, the constant meetings … and he was moving, no, running towards the other, long arms looking around a well built and strong torso from behind, his chest pressing flush against the other’s back. Thomas has never been someone to enjoy physical contact, let alone initiate it, but this time it was important, it was needed … he wasn’t willing to lose someone he was able to consider as a friend. He couldn’t.

       ”Why?” His voice was broken, completely broken, his whole body shaking in desperation as long and bloody fingers curled on the front of the other’s shirt—he didn’t care about stains at that moment, all he could think about was preventing the other male from walking away. “Because, Thomas … I can’t stand this anymore. Sometimes you suddenly enter some sort of weird state in which you ignore me completely and just walk away, you don’t return my calls or texts. It’s like I’m your toy, and you use me whenever you need someone to talk to. I’m done with that. As much as I care about you, I can’t keep standing feeling like this.” So that was the reason … his fucking puppet state was the reason—now he knew who to blame.

Ah, good.. /watches you softly before smiling. Raelynn? That's a really pretty name, it's a pleasure to meet you, Raelynn. How are you doing today?

/smiles. Kyungri, it's quite a lovely pleasure to be meeting you as well. I'm doing quite fine, thank you, and yourself? How has the day been treating you so far?

Forget me so soon? /reaches over in an attempt to ruffle your hair, suddenly remembering what happened the last time he tried to do such a thing, making him retreat. Ah.. Right, well I guess we all start changing after a few years of living, huh?

Yeah, but those few years didn't change that fuckin' cowlick you have.

{/ He licks at the pad of his fingers to reach up and smooth at the uncooperative lock of dark hair, snickering as he pats at your cheek. }

Hope that ain't the only thing that's gotten big about you.