Thing is, regardless of these attacks people who are unapologetically anti-censorship will continue loving up on each other and supporting one another, because they arenโt wishy washy with their irl moral codes and wonโt just sell you to the mob for a corn chip ๐คท๐ปโโ๏ธ
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Hynjin's drug of choice is escapism. He let's it take control of him now; he's left the safety of their home, and into the city, to the clubs downtown. Mnho forbids them, or tries to from going too far from their home but hynjin isn't one to listen v easily.
remember when govball was missing sevngmn and they held up a puppym and everyone chanted for him, or when flx was in that crash and they carried around a bbokari like their baby and held a mic up for her during flxโs parts? Itโll be more of that. Itโs ot8 no matter whoโs on stage
Bin shakes his head, eyes giving Hynjin one last long look over.
And then he simply turns, heading around the side of the building, forcing Hynjin to wait until the next time they meet again.
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Hynjin's drug of choice is escapism. He let's it take control of him now; he's left the safety of their home, and into the city, to the clubs downtown. Mnho forbids them, or tries to from going too far from their home but hynjin isn't one to listen v easily.
The clan isn't taking the news that their youngest is missing v well. Mnho, their leader, is an angered mess, barely able to hold it together. Hynjin has been crying for days, urging them to go out and find him. Flx is their rock. Their middle ground.
Hynjin grins, wide and wicked.
Bini reattaches the necklace around his beautiful neck. It glints in the streetlights, muddled dark with Hynjin's skin.
"One of these days, I will." Chnbin exhales, stepping back from him.
"Some hunter you are," Hynjin hums.