⚘ ㅤbrawl。

@❁ taeyong l。 despite a part of him wanting to hold onto the sincerity of taeyong's words and cling to it as if it were the only thing keeping him from making a decision so rash, the attempt ultimately proved to be futile. he's hurting, the whole endeavor that unfurled only moments prior had scarred him in a way it forced him to steel his heart, not for the greater good but rather, as a defense mechanism, and his flight instinct had long kicked into overdrive. "alright, please just— stop, already. i'll go get my journal.." the older relents weakly, exhaling a shaky sigh as an involuntary shudder trails down his spine at the building trepidation of what was to come. "but that's all i'm doing.." he didn't want the other to get the wrong idea, he was certainly yielding, but he wanted to assure it was momentary. everything in him had already crippled to nothing, and despite his disoriented state, he didn't like to entertain the thought of taeyong suffering in a desperate attempt to hold onto him. "so just, put on your shoes already." he repeats, much like a kicked puppy, afraid and perturbed. he's stealing a glance at the building from his peripheral, feeling the immediate urge to cry as the events reeled within his mind, a cocktail mix of shame, anger and pity he directed towards himself making him feel faint. he /really/, didn't want to go back, but it seemed he didn't have much of a choice at the moment.

@❀ youngho s。 if only he knew the true reasons why he’s so hard on him, why he barks him around, and runs him up a tree with how annoying he can be. there will always be someone bigger, and mesner, and truly rude to the heart, rotten to the core. if he was the worst, then youngho would be able to deal with it, he would be able to steel himself, and be confident in who he is later on down the road. he’d never be able to explain this with the most sincere of hearts, not if he didn’t see it as that. “you’re not done here. your— your notebook, and your dreams are upstairs. in my hotel room, of all places, sure, but i dug through the trash to grab it, because even if you get heated, i know .. you can do it.” he’s breathless now, his hands falling to his thighs as he tries to catch himself from the big gasp of air he took in. “so you .. turn back around, and go in there, and be a better person than all of us, because i know you can be. it isn’t what i say, but, ,” taeyong shifts to the side, the heat from the pavement hurting his delicate feet, “don’t make rash decisions when in a heated mood, because it .. never ends well.” and yes, he blew up on him, but that route, ghe need for setting an example, showing others that there are actual consequences... it hurts him to the core that he made youngho the example, but at the apex of the chaos, he was the center, and although they can pin it on a man that’s already lost everything, if word got out that it was him, the little intern, causing things in a certain way... taeyong knows youngho would have a lot more to lose than a man at the decline of his career. “come back inside with me, and get your notebook.” ... “please?”

@❁ taeyong l。 "used to be, it isn't anymore. i've long discarded it with every last remaining shred of hope i have for.. this." he refuses to believe the other cared so genuinely as he tried to sound, ever since he'd entered the company taeyong had done nothing but keep an exceptionally strict eye on him as if youngho served as the core to all his issues-- there was no way in hell a single moments worth of weakness would make him think otherwise. not the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes nor the fact he went as far as to chase him barefoot. "so put your shoes back on taeyong-ssi, we're done here." his tone sounds less aggressive, in fact, he sounds crestfallen with the way he's finally relenting. "i just want to go home, i have no intentions of coming back here."

@❀ youngho s。 “i might not be,” the but is on his tongue, his hands slipping around his abdomen, clutching onto his shirt as he tries to form his words. “as of fifteen minutes ago, you preached you had a dream, and that notebook is your belonging, too?” repulsive? christian, yes, jimin? ... debatable, but repulsive isn’t the right word. any person that demeans someone’s abuse, and brings them down to the level of their abuser, is repulsive in their own sense, but he bites his tongue this one time. “you’re making a scene, you started a scene. it’s hard, yes, and trust me when i say i want him to be behind bars, too, but .. we can’t, yet.”

@❁ taeyong l。 an exasperated, yet borderline perplexed breath escapes him as his eyes incredulously trail off to watch the cab disappear amidst the traffic. "you're not my superior as of fifteen minutes ago, and i'm not obligated to give you any answers." he's clutching his belongings close to his chest, resisting every urge to break apart at the seams as he takes a step back. "i want nothing to do with you, those two repulsive men, or this firm-- and i suggest you respect my decision and move out of the way without making a scene."

@❀ youngho s。 “nope! not going to happen.” He hits the top of the cab, and the taxi driver speeds away, leaving them both on the side walk, fuming. “i want some answers, and i wanna give you some answers, and maybe fix this whole mess.” he utters out, dropping his wedges to the floor, not even bothering to stand in them just incase the other tries to break into another run again.

@❁ taeyong l。 salvation was a mere hairs breadth away, and he's exhaling a sigh of relief as the cab pulls up, arm hastily extending to grab the door handle, only to be forced to stagger back a step or two the moment his fingertips brush against the metal. "wh--" of course it had to be taeyong. he's fuming, nothing short of infuriated as he creates some distance between their frames. "get.. out of my ing way taeyong--"

@❀ youngho s。 this — /he’s wearing wedges, for christ’s sake. taeyong peels them off, and holds them in his hand as he breaks into a sprint after him, staggering to a hault when the taxi pulls up, and he slips his body between youngho, and the door. he’s panting, red in the face — but his lashes stay, #bless — and he stares at youngho./
why do you always have to have the last word?!

@❁ taeyong l。 /he doesn't want anything to do with him, and it showed in the way he broke into a dash, bolting towards the sidewalk as he raised his hand in attempts to hail a cab before the other caught up with him.

@❀ youngho s。 /stalks after him, trying to keep on his heels as he rushes out. wishes i had that damn notebook, at least to give it to him, but alas, it’s in my hotel room./ youngho—!

✿ sunmi l。 4 minutes ago Reply
im the fire

a.k.a hot af

im the fire

imlowkeytheonetryingtogivecpr
*slips out of here*

I'm crying because I love the show that gif is from.

I’m the one having the heart attack cause this made me WHEEZE

I'm the pizza tbh

Im the woman in the kitchen w a t c h i n g

tag yourself i'm the guy in the corner whipping around his shirt

The spouses gonna walk into this like:
https://78.media.tumblr.com/f6e31f35d88833de6f927d13b5e98b92/tumblr_orekk6aX8k1visdmmo1_250.gif

Join in, mom~!

Youre never too late to this psycho circus.

// walks in wielding knives //
A h, I'm too late?

Very good friends

ah, yes, i really do love this

Kaito, you and I are going to be very good friends

...feel sunny on a spiritual level.

He makes me a yandere.

Chanyeol triggers me by breathing, so I gotta cut him too

e n e this manwhore be testing me, naeri.
Im gonna cut him-

i love this unity

sharpens knives to castrate jongjin