{ semi-hiatus until 21st of november } 命を この手で全て、終わらせたい。
withering.
he tries to elude from reality, only to find himself getting devoured by his own dreams.

a med student who's fond with his pet fish and spends most of his days inside the library.

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{`whispers} My baby--

[ — snorts ] And you’re surprised an anon ships us, hah. 

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My little pumpkin buns.

[ — lets out a small laugh, looking at the petite woman unbelievably ]

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Cutie cutie cutiepie.

Please stop, you’re embarrassing me, here’s a heart for you, by the way.

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You're a cutie pie.

I can only be cute in your presence, yes—r

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{ misión de un;

choroxg:

“Oh come on now!” The petite woman nagged at the male whom she had accepted as her partner in something really stupid. She really didn’t know why she signed up for anyways but a part of her was still excited to go to this Palace/Hotel in Las Vegas. Eyes scanning the rest of the people on the plane, she impatiently waited for the captain to turn the seat belt lights off so that she could get up and drag her friend out of the plane. “I have the money and the directions to the hotel — do you still have the passports?”

Chorong didn’t even wait for a reply, her mind was running fast today and it didn’t help when the plane was so crowded that she couldn’t get out until others had moved away.

Then everything happened so fast — the girl stumbled over her own feet, yet she felt like she already was in a rush as she gripped her partner’s wrist and pulled him along, pushing her way through the crowd. “We need a cab. We need to get to the hotel now— Jongin are you even listening?”

He was in a daze, why did he even entertained the thought of joining the Amazing Race? In all honesty, he doesn’t know either, maybe it was the petite woman beside him getting all excited that Amazing Race has come to Korea or the fact that he has never been in Jeju Island before and for the money (obviously). He removed the seat belt, quickly getting dragged by the petite woman beside him.

“Hey, hey—tomato girl, chill. We’ll hail a cab now, okay?” The man with the olive skin, plump lips and ash tousled hair was calm enough, giving the girl a reassuring smile, hailing a cab afterwards and giving the driver an instruction to go the said place.

Upon arriving at the Hotel Cesar’s Palace, he quickly opened the car’s door for the both of them and the camera man— he almost forgot to pay the driver—carrying their baggage that they brought to the sin city. “We’ve talked about this, you’ll do the cooking while I do all the carrying—go kick that Ramsey’s butt, hm? Now give your potato a hug before you impress chef Ramsey.” He grinned, his demeanor may look calm but on the insides he’s more tense and nervous than Chorong could ever be because I don’t even fucking know how this Amazing Race really works.

{`pokes cheeks}

[ — squishes you instead ]

This friendship, you cannot get rid of now.

[ — gasps exaggeratedly before snapping his fingers ] Oh, dang!

And then you'd regret it because I'll be clingy.

I like clingy and cute people??? Heh.

Don't ever be cute with me I'll blush.

I could say the same for you, cute one. [ — pokes your cheeks a few times whilst chuckling ]

This is a spam.

I will spam you with my face later, cute one— and messages too.

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