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write something of your liking (no rated stuff). And because i am a kind eggyeol, I'll allow ANgst and other genres. Just no ducking. e u e b
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min yoongi
Yoongi had a penchant for soft things. Soft fabrics, soft animals, soft people, you name it, he loves it. He loves the feeling of fur against his fingertips, loves squeezing the Kumamon plushie he'd never tell anyone he owns, loves spinning in soft, silky skirts. Soft things makes him feel soft. And in a world where 'men' aren't supposed to be soft, those moments are cherished. Yoongi doesn't think he's a man, really. Hell, Yoongi doesn't even really think he's a boy. He thinks he exists outside the binary, despite all the 'oppa's and 'hyung's, despite being told that 'boys like him' shouldn't be wearing 'girly' clothing. Yoongi never did like that term, 'boy' or 'girl' clothing. Why did cute skirts have to be only for girls? Yoongi never did understand that. But that's a conversation for another time--for now, Yoongi just wants to talk about soft things, and how happy they make him.
(funi fun i hnghhh --- yeol)
park jimin
For as little as Jimin had in the world, the small fur figure that he would encounter on his way back from work on daily bases was the only thing that gave his heart happiness. And even though he would have little to no money in his pockets, he would always remember to bring something along with him to feed the small, abandoned puppy. Watching the little pup chew and eat on the food would remind him of his own self. "Funny how we're both lonely in this big world, right?" Jimin asked softly, giving the puppy a smile as he watched him eating and settling on his lap afterwards. He chuckled softly to himself, reaching his hand out as he began to pet the dog. "You need to eat to become healthy and strong." He whispered, watching as the puppy began to fall asleep on his lap, and not having the heart to move and wake him up, Jimin simply leaned against the wall of the alleyway and stayed like that for a couple of hours, or at least until the sun was setting. He knew he needed to get home before the sun was completely down since it gets a bit scary in the dark. Gently picking up the puppy, he carried the figure into his arms and headed "home," promising himself that he'd do his best to take care of the puppy from now on.
(im ing swooning-- yeol)
jaeduck
"Come on, sweetie. Let's get you to bed." Watching as she pads quietly towards the bathroom Jaeduck makes quick work of getting her bed ready, turning the lamp on and pulling the covers back. As she walks into the bedroom he turns to find toothpaste smeared on the side of . He chuckles, settling on his haunches to wipe it away before picking her up in his arms and laying her down. So tired, she doesn't say anything, and closes her eyes just as Jaeduck puts the blankets over top of her. He waits. In the soft glow of the princess-patterned lamp Jaeduck waits until she truly falls asleep, pondering their lives. Running his fingers gently through her hair he leans over the little girl's bedside, remembering the days when she was younger - all the things they did together. He thinks about himself and all his aspects - the eye, the skirts, the nails, the candy, the sadness - and Jaeduck wonders...would she be better off without all those things? It's only after a few moments that he realizes he's crying, and smiles ruefully while wiping them away. "I love you." he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against her head before standing up. Pulling the chain to the lamp he turns it off, and as he walks out the door Jaeduck looks back one more time, then heads to sleep himself, not realizing she had opened her eyes in the darkness to watch him go.
kai
The whole expanse of the evening sky was painted by a multitude of blue, pink and orange hues. The sun shied way in the horizon as Mother Luna with her illuminating presence arose from the other side. A rustling sound is aroused from the leaves moving in accordance to the direction of the wind echoed in his eardrums. Him, the sole man who was comfortably settled on the bench of the local park that he usually visited. Bedraggled ebony hair is further disarrayed by the playful wind. His right hand is raised to comb through that messy mop of dark hair. Long, bony fingers untangling the loose knots on its ends. The street lamps so linearly arranged at the periphery of the park abruptly flickers to life, brightening the surrounding with its silvery light and also allowing one to see the face of the man. Thick arched brows, obsidion orbs flashing of unknown but strong emotions and unbidden secrets. High aristocratic nose and a burning cigarette caught between a pair of plush lips, ripe for kissing. His golden skin reflected the light perfectly, clad in a snuggly fit plain white shirt and black tailored pants with legs overlapped on another. Countless admirers secretly fantasized of the masculine beauty. However, the unaware man remained oblivious to the fact mainly due to an obsession of a different nature that he harboured. Kim Kai, the presumed simple man unbeknownst to the world is an enigmatic man in essence.
hoseok
Hearing the noises of the house was normal for him.His family never seem to care that their son never sleep or even acted alive most days.He understood he was a simple yet loved mistake.Deciding to save himself the hassle He left,wanting to wander for a few hours.The streets were bare at this hour and that didn't bother him at all.Hearing the soft crying of a child,he followed it until he came across a young boy."Hello,What are you doing here all alone?"Hearing the child was abandoned,he scooped the little boy up,Taking the boy with him.After spending a solid hour trying to get the boy dress and clean,he brought the boy a stuff animal to sleep with,and crawling into bed the the younger one fell asleep,only to hear his mother screaming.Understanding the suffering his mother had gone through,he cover the little one ears before joining him in bed a joined him in the best sleep he had in years.
wonho
small fingers curl delicately around a calloused one, breathing life into a corrupted world, a flower blooming before eyes that only have the ability to admire - children are a gift, untainted in a universe of devastation. he only has time for them, to watch them grow into themselves; find their feet, to fall only to come back stronger, to smile at him as they succeed, draw praise from lips that are inevitably curled into a smile filled only with warmth, heart filling with joy.
guanlin
It could've been the leaves falling like raindrops that took Guanlin's attention but no, it was none other than you. He was so engrossed to his own daze, his eyes tracing each and every detail of your face. His heartbeat quickens, the way your fingertips touched his hair, he was whipped yes he is. "We're together now."' 'Wait what?' Was the first thing his mind could decipher and just like that, he could hear his own heart shattering. "Oh? Congratulations, hyung." He forces himself to choke out the words, even though the air between them shifted, Guanlin reached out for your hand, tangling their fingers together. Even though it's against his aching chest, Guanlin smiles, caressing your hand with his thumb. "How did it happen?" And if Guanlin's heart suffered a torture, as long as he could hear your voice, he could hold your hand, he could keep you in his arms, even as just friends, it's fine, it always will be. As long as he'll never lose you, friends will do.
jiwon
"First we need to ask ourselves what is philanthropy?Philanthropy is a ctitical part of a democratic society. It is different than charity, which focuses on eliminating the suffering caused by social problems, while philanthropy focuses on the elimination of social problems. It supports projects and endeavors from which we all benefit, such as libraries, museums and scientific research."Jiwon stated,enjoying the attention he was getting even though he wasn't sure if it was a positive or a negative one.He couldn't even understand a word he was saying since he had memorized the speech. "I can't possibly describe how honoured I feel to take part in such a meaningful event.Thank you all for your attention."He finally said,leaving the stage and going to his butler."How was I Gerard?I think excellent is the word...dare I say...breathtaking?"He commented about himself with a proud smile on his face as he fixed his tie."Of course young master...your speech was wonderful.Only if this was a philanthropy event."The old man said as Jiwon raised an eyebrow dumbfounded."It's a philosophy event,master."
hyunwoo
Hyunwoo let out an exaggerated sigh as his finger ran through his hair. He was expecting to be finished with all the work that was piled over his desk by the afternoon but one of his employees had messed up an important order that he had to fix personally. "Throw in free shipping and some coupons.." He mumbles to himself as he looks back up on the computer to fix up the order along with an apology to his customer. It had been such a long day for Hyunwoo that he just wanted to sleep in his office. Though, that was certainly the worst idea he could imagine. He had to grab his things in a hurry before he passed out in his office. Its only been a few years with his workers but he didn't want to scare them with
his sleep problems. His sleep problems began not long after his business started. His nights of just walking aimlessly around the house calling for the mother that never cared about him. His screams resonating throught his empty home while his caretaker kept trying to calm him down when it happened. He thought his childhood would never effect him in the future. He didn't care much in his conscious state. When he was unconscious, his mind just continued to mix the truth with lies. His conscious state knew the truth but his sleeping state showed what he wanted most. He wanted it to end but nothing was helping. He was becoming his doctor's experiment to cure this 'thing' he had. Someone might end it for him but Hyunwoo doubt it would end.
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