"Fine. Sleep on the floor as you wish. Suit yourself."
A beat.
"I honestly don't care anymore."
The blanket landed at Sh's feet. He stared at it for a long moment, before bent down and picked it up.
"Thank you."
Hongjoong scoffed frustrating, then walked to the balcony, left Seonghwa alone.
Gn 🍀🩷
The business trip had already gone wrong before it even began. Yh had somehow booked them into a honeymoon suite. 1 room with 1 bed and..
no vacant room left.
The receptionist apologized at least 5 times. Neither of them said a word until the door to the suite closed behind them. The silence was heavier than their luggage.
☁️ yoon jeonghan
• é dono de uma cafeteira
• amigo de infância do seokmin 1/3
• é aquele amigo que cuida do resto do grupo e dá bons conselhos, bem pai vibes
• “faça o que eu digo, mas não faça o que eu faço”
• foge de compromisso que nem diabo foge da cruz
☁️ choi seungcheol
• compositor e cantor famoso
• quem vê até pensa que ele não sofre por macho
• ama uma fofoca e é bem sincerão, adora falar da vida alheia
• adora clichês românticos, sua linguagem do amor é dar presentes
• metade das músicas que compõe é sobre seus ex
a heartwarming socmed + threadfic au wherein sh texted his friend wy’s number about his present dilemmas, not thinking too much about it, but accidentally contacted hj, a composition major.
stuck between the grim life and desperation, sh seemed to find his way to hj.
a heartwarming socmed + threadfic au wherein sh texted his friend wy’s number about his present dilemmas, not thinking too much about it, but accidentally contacted hj, a composition major.
stuck between the grim life and desperation, sh seemed to find his way to hj.
“yeah,” the other nodded, playing the four chords he had decided to use for most of the unfinished song.
“because i have liked you since the day i saw you in that coffee shop.” he beamed at him, his gaze emanating warmth.
maybe fates do really exist.
“yeah,” the other nodded, playing the four chords he had decided to use for most of the unfinished song.
“because i have liked you since the day i saw you in that coffee shop.” he beamed at him, his gaze emanating warmth.
maybe fates do really exist.
his gaze was like the morning sun. the kind that isn’t too hot, but rather warm upon one’s skin.
and his soft voice was akin to a lullaby he could listen to whenever he wants to have a deep slumber.
his whole presence is… vibrant.
his gaze was like the morning sun. the kind that isn’t too hot, but rather warm upon one’s skin.
and his soft voice was akin to a lullaby he could listen to whenever he wants to have a deep slumber.
his whole presence is… vibrant.
a short mctz nsfw socmed au wherein hj and sh had a one night stand a few months ago, but hj blocked sh’s number the day after, leaving him sour in the latter’s perspective. in return, sh made their dry conversation as his diary, not knowing that hj unblocked his number again.