#siwonrk

There are different types of men in the world, Hanbin thinks and his statement was justified when he first stepped foot in clubs.

There are terms he made up in a different world called "club' There's what he calls "drunk hyena" who'd laugh his ass off for no apparent reason and then there's "dancing crey" who'd dance the whole time— whether with a stranger, a group, or alone. 

And then there's "lady lover" this term's a unique one just for one guy— Choi Siwon. Hanbin doesn't know if it's a good thing hanging out with one of his closest hyungs, but hanging out with Siwon means raw fun. So there they are, half drunk and half crazy as their original selves 

"show me some techniques, hyung— show me" 

Daichi Miura - 4AM

Everything we’re seeing under the same skyIs different for the both of usWe just have to walk our own paths…

The worst part about parting ways with someone is that you may never ever see them again and that really hurts. Someone who you spent so many hours together with and then eventually, that routine changes so quickly and so abrupt that you need to adjust to them being gone forever. 

It was about 3 am, give or take, and Kyuhyun was probably a little bit high (“probably” because when you spend too much time in a club, you inhale too much smoke and glitter and strobe lighting, and it all kind of pools together and makes everything wobbly). He had about eighteen songs stuck in his head and he was trying to hum all of them at once while he got out the extra key he had to Siwon's. It took him mumbling through the second verses and the chorus before he finally managed to get the key actually into the lock and open it up.

He stumbled inside, slammed the door shut, and immediately headed into the kitchen. Siwonie’s kitchen was always way better stocked than his own, so he got out an apple before making his way through the rooms towards the one he knew the other was asleep in. Well maybe not so much sleeping anymore. But just in case he was still asleep inside, Kyuhyun threw himself against the door and started pounding on it like a three year old throwing a tantrum.