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Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Kyle tugged on his hair in annoyance, huffing as his gaze pierced the female in front of him who was smirking in the utmost amusement.

"You find this oh so amusing don't you?" He cocked his head to the side, the veins in his neck pulsating as his teeth gnawing on the inside of his cheek. "I literally just got that job and you ruined it for me. Why the fuck would you send my nudes to my boss? When did you even get picture of me naked? Forget it-" He cursed, running his palms over his face while shaking his head.

Sitting in his favourite cafe was probably one of the things he loved doing the most. A cup of coffee was in his hands, as he stared outside. He observed just about everything he saw moving. Every once in a while his lips tugged up into a small smile, especially when an animal would pass by. He has some sort of weak for animals, but then again, most people had. He spend about an hour simply studying those on the street, completely lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice that his coffee was cold. And oh well, if there is one thing that he finds disgusting it’s cold coffee.

He got up and decided to get another cup, but then he noticed a familliar figure in the corner. His head was slightly tilted as a frown appeared. With a slow pace he made his way over to her. “Alek?” He asked curiously, luckily for him she looked up as soon as he spoke. That was the moment when he could see the bruises on her neck, even though she tried to hide it. “What happened? What’s wrong? Who did this?” Elai asked quickly, sitting down on the opposite side.

Aleksandra explained everything, and Elai was surprised to say the least. He never thought this could happen to her. She always seemed to be the kind of girl that was stronger than a whole army.  His lips parted, wanting to tell her some things, but he was cut off by the other.

"I'm broken beyond repair, don't just try to fix me now that you think you know everything."

♈ for a dream my muse had about yours

For every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought

Blinking at the girl’s exclamation, he looks down at himself and frowns. He’s not wearing a jacket; preferring the warm sweater draped over his frame than any unnecessary amounts of clothing. He does, however, have a scarf wrapped around his neck.

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number.10: Neck Kiss.

A girl managed to catch Jongin’s attention that night, at a club residing within the notorious red light district. It was, at first, his attachment to red lips and inky hair that drew his eyes towards her, although the sinful way she moved soon added to her appeal. After sharing a few fiery glances across the dance floor, he slipped his way through the crowd to stop behind her, palm glazing across her hips to notify her of his presence.

"Your name?" He inquired, cutting straight to the point. Running the tip of his nose down the surface of her obsidian locks, he drew the girl in a tighter hold, lips parted in a wicked smile. 

She tilted her head back onto his shoulder, words a soft purr as her fingers traced along his jawline. “Aleksandra. Yours, stranger?”