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his knees are grazed; the denim around the wounds soaked with blood, and the skin was already swollen and bulging red to fight infection -- but that was probably the least of taemin’s worries. his forearms (aside from his usual white scars) were scratched and bruised, his knuckles torn and the skin peeling off in thick blankets; his nose and upper lip was smeared with dried blood and he probably stunk of whatever gutter he’d been kicked into. a somewhat normal day for the artist at least --- 

but not wanting to go home so soon, even if he’d started off on the wrong foot, taemin wandered the streets like a hoodlum until an idea popped into his head; to at least get a shower and dinner. she lived in a nice place, he’d always thought, the elevator was clean -- the carpets vacuumed and the place was brightly lit. not like his dingy dorm, where the only way up was creaky wooden stairs. perhaps, with his ripped clothes, the bloodstains and the slant of his spine showing attitude by the mile, he should’ve been used to the horrified looks he got every time he came over; but he lifts his lip in a snarl at anyone he catches lingering too long on his body.

“pls gorls” i h8 u :/ <3

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gorls generation

ᴊɪʏᴏᴜɴɢ & sᴜᴍɪ ▌     Looking to the grandfather clock, he knew it was the appropriate time to leave. Tick. Tick. Tick. He found a smooth rhythm to follow in time’s tempo. He stated this was his last round, but the private gambling room seemed to disagree. No, more, this was a delay but the chaebol with the truly most overbearing drunken behavior. Breaking the tempo with his uneven breath and his offbeat laugh, Jiyoung grew annoyed. “Has everyone here heard the tale of the BAEGUN Heir and his secret room?” the drunken man inquired with a playful tone that encouraged the idea of a grand mystery. 

“Not this again, Haechan,” someone spoke out into the Havana scented air.  Yes, the room smelled like expensive cognacs and bourbons mixed with that most pleasing smoke that only the finest Cuban Cigars could do, and yet it tasted tart as the man began the charade again. Jiyoung grinned softly for a moment in a manner that indicated his discomfort. Haechan didn’t mind that though. For now, his family was worth the most in this room, and he had no courtesy to pay anyone. Not for now. For now.

“That actress you were dating a while back. The one that talked about you in that article, she talked a lot about you to some of our little circle before she left,” Haechan began his eyes looking proudly over to Jiyoung as he spoke. Jiyoung kept his eyes fixated back. No anger. Those were listening eyes, but soon his broke his gaze to look at his hand. He played. “She told Madeline all about your secret room, and how you almost hanked off her wrist when she tried to go in. What was that actress’ name again?” he tried to taunt Jiyoung.

Jiyoung only chuckled softly though which seemed to have mix reactions from the others in the room. For a gambling room, they all showed their tells in their body language way too readily. Sighing, Jiyoung shook his head. “Haechan, isn’t your uncle the prime minister and most of your cousins lawyers? Slander,” he joked back lightheartedly as his eyes scanned back over the room to see who was coming to his side. “Her name is Cho Shisoo, and she is starring in the next Korean blockbuster apparently, but I never touched her like that. I just-,” he began and sighed once again before looking around the room with a look of slight guilt twinkling in his orbs. “I yelled at her. I regretted it, but there are private things in there, but not as interesting as what I hear is in George’s basement,” Jiyoung went on before ending and passing off attention to George. He soon revealed he lost the around of the game, but he felt victorious. He did. He did until he caught her eyes. He could see the curiosity in her orbs. Jiyoung raised a brow. He stood up and approached her. “I’m Bae Jiyoung. We haven’t met, but I hope you don’t think too bad of me,” he greeted with a bashful, funny humility. “Haechan likes to always tell stories at night, but only a fifth of what he says is true,” he tried to sway her mind away. Away? Just not the door. 

b l a c k p i n k 

my bias order: jennie, lisa, rose, jisoo.

my current favourite song by them: “ really ” its bop and SLAPS 

e x o

my bias order: pcy, kyungsoo, yixing, sehun, junmyeon, beakhyun, jongin ( he is not last okay, pcy and ksoo are my everything and the others are all in second )

my current favourite song by them: it will FOREVER be “ lady luck ” but then i always catch myself singing “ been through ”

n c t

my bias order: oh my god,,,,, okay. jaehyun, johnny, haechan, doyoung, yukhei, renjun, jisung, jeno, jaemin, taeyong, yuta, winwin, jungwoo, mark, kun, taeil, chenle, ten. ( again, there are no last....... jaehyun and johnny are my everything and the others are second uriehitegheit )

setting: an abandoned high school

“Come on sunshine, gimme a boost.” Charlotte stood on her tiptoes to get one last good look at the broken window, the glass would be a problem but it was large enough for the girl to slip through with minimal injuries. “If I can get in through here I’ll be able to unlock one of the side doors-- do old high schools have alarm systems?”

sense8 season 1 sentence starters x ; accepting