#yvrax

cold prompts for: @yvrax

chanhee had a habit of popping his knuckles. this habit was made from a few reasons. one of the reasons was the feeling of having ones fingers being popped was quite relaxing. the next reason was that even though many others hated the sound of bones cracking, he on the other hand enjoyed the sound of it. many people told him not to pop his knuckles so much since it was the cause of arthritis, however he thinks otherwise. 

→ yvrax

“Have what?” Seungri moved his orbs to land them upon her features, an eyebrow raising.

( meme ): accepting!

(  6v6  ` — )    it’s a lesson a person of such youth should never have to learn; just how heavy such emptiness, gaping and raw, can feel as it travels through his chest, wraps icy fingers around his heart. it’s demanding, screaming for him to feel every ounce of loneliness that lingers in the still air of the shared bedroom, empty with the exception of the young boy, whose thoughts linger on the friends and family that he cannot see, the comfort of his mother’s voice, soft with a tender affection, and his bother’s hands, always firm and reassuring as they would rest on his shoulders, that he cannot have. 

his breaths come unevenly, obstructed by the knot that has formed within his throat. the mass is fed by the tears that burn hot within his eyes, and as arms circle around his knees, drawn to meet his chest in search of any source of consolation to appease this feeling, a sob sounds out into the once silent space.

at the tender age fourteen years old, he has never felt so alone.

his eyes are rimmed with scarlet, squeezed shut as moisture is expelled from his tear ducts. they should be bright with hope for the future, optimism towards his successful debut, and he should not be falling apart in the farthest corner of his bunk, cheeks left damp in the process and nose raw as a hand once again raises to rub away the droplets that fall. yet, here he is. he is defying the odds, and he feels ungrateful for not being able to enjoy the place within shinee that has been bestowed upon him, for crying when he should be the happiest boy alive.

You are:

[x] Cute[x] Adorable[] Beautiful[] Sexy[] askjdgfj

If you kissed me I would:

[] Kiss you back[] Be shocked[] Smile and laugh[x] Push you away - bro code ted. bro code.[] Slap you

If you asked me out I would say:

[] No [x] Yes[] I dont know

Can we cuddle?

[x] No thank you - cuddles is not for bros ted!!!! ahahaha[] Yes please[] Sure

Sex?

              “-- it’s not the safest place to stay around , being this beautiful.” It comes too dry for  a compliment as Jay scans the female’s features, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Naturally a cigarette is twisted between his fingers as he takes few steps forward to the girl. “-- It’s late. Go home.” It’s a tone along the lines of a warning and the stern, serious stare following those words reveal the seriousness of the situation. Glancing over shoulder, Jay notices a familiar figure approaching and he can only nudge the woman forward. He doesn’t even know her but he doesn’t need witnesses, neither victims. “-- I said go.”

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! - ( @yvrax )