Realistic or Modern &nbsp; 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉𝗌.

[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"]Hearing Aera’s comment, a wide cheeky grin formed on Yuto’s face as he kicked off his shoes. Ah, there she was. The woman of his dreams. As she leant up to plant a kiss on his lips, he returned it with his own (along with saying ‘Mwuah!’) and planting his hands onto her rear, giving them a playful smack. At her next question though – oh man. The boy rolled his eyes back so far so he could see his spine accompanied with a loud groan and tilting his head back. “Shit went down, that’s what happened” he grumbled. But that annoyed complexion didn’t last long as he felt her hand in his own as she dragged him over to the couch. That wide devilish grin was back and his mind was thinking of all the dirty little things they could get up to before her parents got home.

Feeling his body being dragged down onto the couch and then being attacked by his girlfriend, Yuto couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hold up, hold up,” he said through his little laughs. He leant forward and took hold of his jacket, slipping it off and chuckling it next to him. “Now, my beautiful lady,” he hummed under his breath before wriggling his arm around her shoulder and placing a hand on her cheek, holding her face. He wasn’t one to play around. Yuto dived right into it, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate, hungry kiss. The hand that had originally been holding her face slid down and placed it onto the side of her bottom, squeezing it. Oh yeah, he was a butts guy. And Aera had a butt that wouldn’t quit.

He wanted to keep on kissing her until his jaw was sore. He wanted to hold her until they were sweaty and understood the other’s body better than they knew their own. He just wanted Aera to feel loved. And what better way to do that than by meeting her physical needs, right? And it obviously didn’t help that it helped Yuto to meet his own physical needs. But right now, someone was trying to stop those needs from happening as he felt his phone beginning to vibrate in his pocket. ”Ah, hold up” he mentioned to his girlfriend, pulling away from the kiss with a frown plastered on his face. He slid his phone out of his pocket and looked down at whom was calling. Appa. Freaking great.

“For fu- Yes, Appa?” the boy said into the phone as he answered it. What he heard next was a collection of random drunk rambling and screams. Oh, and the odd Korean curse word and found of something smashing in the background. Yuto sat there, flinching at the random curses and breaking items, before pulling the phone away from his ear and gazing down at the screen at disbelief. Did his Appa butt dial him again or was this an intentional dial? What ever it was, Yuto shook his head and let out a frustrated huff as he hung up on his old man. “Mr Kim is going crazy today. Minho must’ve spat in his coffee this afternoon because he went to town on that kid today without a worry.” he grumbled, throwing his phone on top of his jacket. He then turned around back to Aera with that cheeky grin he was known for. “Now, where were we?” he said slyly before diving back in for another passionate kiss he had been thinking about all day today. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:14px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

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A soft sigh of relief escaped Ensley's lips when Myles wrapped his arms around her, hugging her in tight. The hug was comforting in ways she couldn't describe, but she knew she needed it right now. After the mess she'd created, a tight hug from her boyfriend was exactly the right thing. Yet his embrace confused her, too. She didn't understand why he would want to hug her after seeing her fucking another guy only minutes ago, but she'd take it if he was offering. She always would.

Before she knew it, Myles was placing his fingers beneath her chin and tilting it upwards, their eyes connecting. Ensley smiled weakly up at him before noticing him leaning in. Without a moment's hesitation, the girl closed her eyes and let their lips connect in a soft and gentle kiss. She felt him pick her up a moment later as their kiss continued, causing her to instinctively wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the bed and fell back onto it. Now lying on top of him, she passionately kissed him back, her hands moving up into his hair as she lost herself in the moment.

It ended all too soon. The moment Myles sat up and began to fumble with his jeans, the dorm room door opened, her roommate announcing her presence with the one thing Ensley wished she'd never said. Feeling her boyfriend pull away from her, the blonde slowly blinked open her eyes, her body frozen as she remained sitting in Myles' lap. What the fuck was she supposed to do now?

"B-Brianna, leave," Ens ground out, finally turning her head to glance at her roommate. She couldn't find it in herself to care that the girl was seeing her naked on top of a boy. That was the least of her worries right now. For a second or two, Brianna seemed almost confused by being told to leave, but finally she shrugged her shoulders and walked right back out the front door, closing it behind her as she went. The sound of it closing had Ensley releasing a heavy sigh, her eyes drifting back to Myles. She was definitely fucked now. There was no way he would be okay with discovering that she'd sent Brianna to look out for him so he wouldn't see Jake. It'd backfired anyways.

Swallowing hard, the girl stayed perched in his lap, completely unsure of what to do right now. Was Myles going to blow up? Or was he going to go back to kissing her? Maybe he'd suggest they just needed a short break to figure everything out and then they could get back together again for good. That would be nice. She'd totally be okay with that. What she wouldn't be okay with was cutting things off between them permanently.

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Trust Yuto not to let her go without touching her butt. Sighing softly, Aera pressed into his body and kissed him back lovingly before feeling his hand smack her ass. "Yuto..." She groaned in part annoyance and part pleasure, not quite understanding his obsession with her ass. Sure, it was nice, but he was practically more in love with it than her. Was that normal in a relationship? Hell, she had no idea. But that didn't matter much more when she heard his response to her question as they pulled away from each other.

Shit went down. The words repeated in Aera's mind as she and Yuto moved to the couch and got themselves comfortable, confusion accompanying them. What did he mean? Was it something with his Appa? She wasn't sure, but clearly he wasn't going to grace her with any details. It didn't matter for long, though, when he shrugged out of his jacket before pulling her right back into that kiss. This time, she didn't care that his hands had found their way to her rear again, giving it a squeeze as their kiss ensued. How could she be mad at that when her own hands were busy with him, too?

Just then, her boyfriend's phone went off, causing Aera to groan in annoyance. Of course. They couldn't get any time to themselves without being interrupted in one way or another, even with her parents out of the house for the night. Huffing, the dark haired girl sat back on the couch, watching Yuto as he picked up his phone. She could hear muffled screaming and smashing on the other end, which caused a deep frown to cross her features. Was that his Appa?

The boy hung up and grumbled something not long after, to which Aera rose a brow in surprise, but she had no chance to question him over it before he was locking lips with her again. For a moment or two, she kissed him back, but the questions ringing through her mind were too much to ignore. Pushing him off of her, she frowned up at him. "Yuto, what the hell? Is Minho okay? Please tell me you went and checked on him," she said quietly, concern in her dark eyes as they searched her boyfriend's. She knew the boys' father was abusive and violent, but she wasn't entirely sure of the extent of it.

But if Yuto had said their Appa had gone to town on Minho, Aera was fairly certain that couldn't mean anything good. And if Yuto knew about it, then he'd likely know if his baby brother was okay or not. The girl couldn't help worrying; sometimes it seemed like Yuto just brushed it off too easily and that truthfully scared her a little. What if one day Minho was hurt really badly and needed their help?

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yousmelldead · Dec 18, 2019

[class=pheebs] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 550px; height: 400px; background: url(https://imgur.com/TMHzpos.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 240px; height: 227px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #707070; padding: 6px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 240px; height: 227px; left: 231px; top: 143px; [/class] [div class=pheebs] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] Almost one hundred percent of the time Phoebe was easily one of the most intelligent people anyone had ever met. She was cautious on every decision she made, contemplating it for days before even going for it. Hell, her credit score was at a 700 which most people never reach at her age. Her impulsive desire to swipe onto Will's phone was one of the stupidest things she had ever done.

The brunette kept her jaw clenched in order for her to continue her rambling about how he must have some type of disease. She had promised herself to never be that girl. You know, the one who obsesses over every little thing that their significant other does. For christ sake's, Will and herself would laugh at those girls whenever they came into view of it happening. How did this even happen? Just because she wanted to get rid of the stupid volume on the phone.

Will's voice caught her off guard, bright eyes snapping in the blonde's direction as he began to pace around the dorm room. Well, that was never a good sign. Phoebe took a hesitant step backwards, the boot dropping from her hand as Will stopped directly in front of her expecting answers. The whole thing wasn't intentional, whatever possessed her to even touch his phone was beyond her.

The two never had disclosed what they even were. Sure, to most they probably seemed like a couple without the actual title of being one. They did everything a normal couple did, so why now did she have to get paranoid over a nude photo? Will was attractive and desired by most, he probably got lots of nude photos but that never strayed him from her. Ah, she fucked up.

Phoebe stared at Will, backing herself slowly as the rather tall male started to come closer. He was pissed, not only could she hear the aggravation in his voice but she knew by the way his nostrils flared slightly. "Will...", her voice came out soft in an attempt to calm the other down but the way he was coming at her she knew that it was too far gone.

The girl placed her hands on the man's chest, her back colliding with the wall as he continued his ranting. Wait. Was he reprimanding her for doing something she didn't even do? Then cornering her so she had no escape? Like a flip of a switch, the small girl turned into a fire cracker. Phoebe leaped up, legs hooking around the male's waist so she was able to be on his level instead of the other way around.

"Listen here William,", the words left her mouth before she could make a rational decision about starting this fight, "you reek of sex. It practically oozes off of you. So obviously a bunch of sluts are going to jump into bed with you." Her hands tightening into fists, pounding on Will's chest slightly as she went into fight or flight mode mentally. "You sure as hell jumped at the chance when you decided to take my virginity you asshole!"

Tears pricked at the corners of the brunette's eyes, her eyebrows scrunched together as she attempted to calm her erratic heartbeat. She had never acted like this, never one to question him, never one to not trust him. Why was this all happening now?

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yousmelldead · Dec 19, 2019

[class=my] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 550px; height: 400px; background: url(https://imgur.com/oSLaCa2.jpg); overflow: hidden; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0; [/class][class=text] position: relative; overflow: auto; width: 264px; height: 257px; font-size: 12px; font-family: avenir; line-height: 16px; color: #000; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; [/class][class=textcontainer] position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 264px; height: 257px; left: 219px; top: 131px; [/class] [div class=my] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] He was going to be sick.

Not in the 'I need attention' type of sick, but the actual so sick to his stomach that he was going to empty the bagel he had this morning for breakfast onto the floor sick. His lips trembled briefly as he stayed as still as he possibly could, not even flinching when Ensley told Brianna to leave the room. It didn't matter if Brianna had left or not at this point. He was too far gone in his thoughts to even process that the other girl had ever come into the room.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Ensley had crushed any hope that had been left in their relationship. Crushed it right between her thighs. Literally.

Myles slowly let his eyelids flutter open, his dark brown eyes adjusting to the light for a moment before he stared down at the girl in his lap. Someone he had held so dearly to his heart was gone in a matter of moments because of a stupid fight. The brunette moved his hands gently against Ensley's shoulders, pushing her off of him so he could free himself to stand up. "How could you do this to me?"

Myles turned his head, eyes connecting with Ensley's own for a brief moment before he broke the gaze so he could straighten his clothing. He didn't want to hear the answer to that question, it wasn't going to change anything. The answer was only going to make it worse.

Running a shaky hand through his curly locks, Myles shook his head as he pressed down the choking feeling coming from inside his throat. He should have listened to everyone when they said that Ensley was no good for him. Why didn't he listen? He could have ended up with a nice girl, one that wasn't going to fuck him over. He gave up everything for her, vet school, his family, everything...and for what? For absolutely nothing.

"It's done Ensley." Myles stared down at his palms, clenching his fists together for a moment before turning to stare at the girl on the bed. "I hope you find what you're looking for." The male stared at her for another moment, the tears that had welled up in the corners of his eyes finally falling slowly until his cheeks were stained.

Myles moved to Ensley's side, leaning down to press his trembling lips to the girls forehead one last time. He rose after a few moments, lips finally breaking contact before he grabbed his jacket and slipped out of the dorm room.

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That was the only thing going through Ensley's head as she stared up at Myles, who still had his eyes closed. What was going through his head right now? She had no idea, but she could only imagine it was thoughts of killing her. Really, she couldn't blame him. After the way things had gone this afternoon, she felt like dirt on the ground. She had acted out of anger after the fight they'd had and now it was coming back to bite her in the ass. Hard.

After another few moments passed, Ens noticed Myles slowly blinking open his eyes, almost as if he didn't want to believe that this was real. She didn't either. Too bad it couldn't just be some fucking nightmare. And then he was pushing his hands against her shoulders, shoving her off of him so he could get up from the bed altogether. Instinctively, a pout formed on Ensley's lips, her bare form sat crossed legged amongst the sheets now. But what was worse were the words that fell from his mouth.

The blonde girl stared up at her boyfriend (or was it ex now?) in stunned silence, at a complete loss for what to say. She was speechless. Utterly speechless. She watched as he straightened out his clothing before running a hand through those curly locks that she loved so much. Then he spoke again.

A pained whimper escaped Ens as she sat there, pain beginning to flood her heart as he officially ended things between them with three simple words. It's done, Ensley. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Those words rang in her head over and over again, bright eyes filling with tears just as his did the same. It was over. It was fucking over. Within seconds, her tears had spilled out and down her cheeks, soaking them as she stared at Myles.

"M-Myles," the girl breathed, her words stuttered. "W-We can f-fix this. P-Please." Ensley hated begging, but she couldn't stop herself. Not when the one thing she loved most was about to walk out of this room altogether. And then he came over, leaning down to press his lips to her forehead in one last lingering kiss. If he was trying to crush her heart, that one single gesture sure as hell did it. The second her door room closed behind him, she was left sobbing on her bed, realizing now just how fucked up she really was.

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constellation · Dec 19, 2019

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]The blonde barely even heard or acknowledged when Phoebe called out his name softly – he was just on a roll, words coming out of his mouth in a heartbeat. The fact that she had belittled him by assuming he was careless enough to not use protection irked him a lot. Or was it the fact that he actually cared too much about what Phoebe thought of him? So, when she quickly chose to just leave him without so much as a word and jumped to the conclusion that he was sleeping around with other females… Females that weren’t her. It stung a little. When she pressed her hands against his chest, it didn’t stop Will from moving forward. No, he just continued to walk until finally, her back was pressed up against his wall. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, the brunette was wrapping her legs around his waist. Instinctively, Will let go of his towel to grab a hold of her thighs. Her bare thighs. Goddammit. She was wearing a skirt. It didn’t help that Will’s towel was no longer wrapped around his waist, but was now pooling around his feet. But, that was the last thing on his mind. No, the only thing on his mind was Phoebe. Fucking Phoebe and how soft her skin felt in his hands and how feisty she was when she yelled at him. How beautiful she was and easily turned on he got from her. And yet, despite all of that, he had somehow managed to focus on the word’s pouring out of her mouth as she pounded at his bare chest with her fists, which barely hurt considering his hard abs. Leaning forward with his hips, Will forced himself to let go of Phoebe’s thighs to grab a hold of her hands to stop her from banging away at his chest only to press them up and against the wall beside her head. ”Dammit Phoebe,” he growled under his breath when she finally stopped yelling and attacking him. This girl was officially going to drive him nuts if she hadn’t already. When he did, he was going point fingers and blame her. ”Just because those sluts want to jump in bed with me, doesn’t mean I’m going to let them.” Will spoke, his voice coming out sincere but matching his tone from earlier; pissed off and angry. He couldn’t believe that she was doubting him right now and sure, he didn’t hesitate when it came to taking her virginity that time. But now that he knew Phoebe more, and spent time with her practically every day, she was more to him than just a hook-up. Fuck, she knew him more than the majority of his friends did. They both shared an emotional connection just as much as a physical one. Will had just never told her that because he could never figure out the right words. No, he wasn’t even sure if a relationship was what he wanted right then and there. He vowed to his mama that he’d focus on school, but him fucking around got him deeper than he expected. Dammit, Phoebe. Why did she have to drive him so crazy? He just wanted to go back in time when things were okay between them. When he didn’t have to worry about Phoebe getting paranoid or going bat shit crazy at him over… nothing. So, Will did the only thing he wanted to do. The only thing that his mind was screaming at him to do. Despite noticing the tears beginning to well at her eyes, he did it anyway. He leaned in and planted his lips on hers, kissing her just as intensely as everything was between them right now.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

yousmelldead · Dec 19, 2019

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The brunette wasn't phased at Will's heavy breathing, her eyes narrowing as she kept up with his own aggravation. Short and stubborn; it was a curse really.

A gasp left the girls lips as she felt the towel slip from Will's waist onto the floor, his palms now pressed on either side of her thighs as if it was an instinct. Phoebe couldn't count how many times they had been in the same exact position for other reasons. She could feel her face starting to flush from the contact, her eyes more dilated than before as she continued pounding on the males chest. If she wasn't so mad right now she would most definitely be jumping at the chance of having morning sex with Will.

"Wil--ah!", her words caught in her throat as the other pressed himself forward in order to stop her hands from pounding into him. Phoebe pressed the back of her head against the wall as she wiggled slightly under Will's hold, her fingers digging into his wrists as he held her hands up.

In any normal state of mind, Phoebe would have been completely convinced by Will's words. Unfortunately at this moment she thought that the male was completely full of shit. Did he think that she was stupid enough to believe that he wasn't fucking around on her? He had every right to considering that he never actually mentioned any type of commitment between them, but still who does that? No one receives nudes without provoking them, right? Phoebe had no idea. Will was her first and only type of sexual experience.

Phoebe stared at the huffing male, her own breathing coming out rapid as she tried to catch her breathe. She flinched as Will moved closer, lips now pressing against her own slightly chapped ones. What the fuck was going on? The brunette froze, her body stiffening slightly at the initial kiss. What was he doing? His lips moved quickly against her own before she pulled her hands free of his hold, fingers now tangling in his slightly damp hair. Phoebe moved her mouth quickly, her lips taking dominance over the male's while her legs tightened around his waist.

She could feel the tears staining her cheeks as she pressed closer to the man she held so closely to her heart. Why couldn't he just admit his feelings? He had to feel the same love that she felt for him, right? Or was this just his way of getting out of an argument to have more sex. Oh my god. The brunette froze, her fingers pulling at his blonde locks until their mouths disconnected.

"I love you."

Words that she had been holding in for so long finally left her lips, a weight seeming to have lifted as she spoke. Phoebe stared at the man in front of her, eyes not leaving his own as she waited for his response. If he hesitated, she knew he was only in it for one thing.

Knock Knock Knock.

The brunette didn't flinch at the soft knocking on Will's dorm room door. His friends could wait, she needed to know if he felt the same.

"Will! I brought breakfast!"

A woman's voice? No. Samantha's voice. Samantha was on the other side of that door and Phoebe could feel her heart crush deep within her rib cage.

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constellation · Dec 20, 2019

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]Renée was more than thankful when Min-ho responded back by wrapping his own arms around her small frame before he buried his face into her neck, feeling the dampness of his tears against her bare skin. But that was the last thing on her mind, she couldn’t care about that right now. Just the fact that Min-ho returned her hug let her know that he’d finally let her look after him. Even if he hadn’t, Renée couldn’t have just left him outside, sobbing his heart out and all bruised and bloody. He came to her for a reason, even despite how stubborn he was. ”You don’t have to apologise,” Renée mumbled quietly as she rested her cheek gently against his fluffy hair, her hands slowly running up and down Min-ho’s back as he clung onto her like she was his lifeline. Renée wasn’t entirely sure how she felt when heard the small whimpers coming from her boyfriend, begging her not to leave him just minutes after he attempted to push her away. Was it always going to be like this? Him coming to her, crying and hurt? She still had yet to understand what had even happened with him, but now was definitely not the right time for her to be asking questions. She assumed that Min-ho was just confused and hurt… that tomorrow morning, after he’d had a good nights sleep, he’d be able to provide her with answers. Or so she hoped. After a small moment of silent, and Renée attempting to hush Min-ho’s sobs and cries whilst the two hugged, she momentarily leaned back so that she could look her boyfriend in the face. ”I’m not going to leave you,” she informed him, a small comforting smile making its way onto her lips as she slowly, yet hesitantly, began to pull away from him. Instead, she reached down to grab his hand with hers so that she could guide the two of them inside her house where the two could clean up and eventually cuddle up while drinking hot chocolate and watch a movie. ”Come on, let’s clean you up.” Heading back inside her house, Renée shut the front door behind them before leading Min-ho towards the kitchen where she motioned for him to sit at the table. Slipping off her denim jacket, she let it hang on one of the chairs and moved to grab the kitchen towel before running it under warm water to clean up the blood on Min-ho. Renée wasn’t exactly a qualified nurse or doctor to know what to do in a situation like this, but she was going to try and do her best. So, when she returned back to her boyfriend, standing in between his legs, she smiled softly at him before speaking. ”Just bear with me, okay?” Gently, she began to clean up as much of the blood on his face as she could, hoping not to cause him any more pain than he was in. It killed her to see Min-ho like this. She just wanted her happy and chirpy boyfriend back.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

constellation · Dec 20, 2019

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]This was perfect. This is exactly what Will wanted. No more fighting, but just a lot of intense making out. The blonde couldn’t think about anything else, but Phoebe. What were they even fighting about at this point? The moment her small hands slipped out from his, his hands automatically returned back to her thighs where he pressed the girl closer to him, if that was possible. He wanted her so badly right now, and it was obvious by the way his body reacted to her. Only Phoebe would be able to turn him on in the middle of an argument. The way her cheeks went red as he pressed up against her and how her intense green eyes dilated because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her drove him over the roof. Phoebe was way too innocent. Will should have known that when he agreed to take her virginity, and yet, the way her lips responded back to his, fighting for dominance as she tightened her legs around his waist, it… made him wild. How was she so sexy, yet so innocent? He wanted her to himself. Forever. The thought of another male touching her like he did lit up a flame inside him because he just wanted to claim her as his. And he was going to. Slowly, he let his hands travel up the softness of her thighs, enjoying it while he was it, and under her skirt, where his fingers played with the rim of her panties. Will was incredibly tempted to rip them off of her body and take her right then and there against his wall, but he wanted to savour this moment. Something inside of him felt like this was going to be the last time he’d ever get to have her this way, so he wanted to go slow, but slow was not on his mind right now. Fast and rough was. The moment Will began to slowly pull her panties off, however, he felt Phoebe tugging at his hair causing his hands to pause mid-way down her thighs as he let her separate their lips. With dilated eyes and a heaving chest, he stared at the beautiful girl in front of him. Goddammit, he was so lucky. Phoebe was so perfect. She complimented him perfectly, with her feisty personality and sexiness, the two were like a match made in heaven. And yet, Will was afraid to admit it. The second Phoebe confessed her love for him, a switch inside of him flipped. Just. Say. It. Back. Just say you love her. God damn you. SAY IT. You love her. But nothing. No response, no reaction. Will just stared at Phoebe, attempting to gain his breath back. What the frick was he supposed to do? His lips felt like they were glued shut and his voice box felt robbed. There was no way he could say it back. Suddenly, Will was no longer in his trance the minute he heard three knocks at his door, followed by Samantha’s annoying voice which caught his attention. Oh, goddammit. He could not handle anymore raging female hormones at the moment. Glancing back at Phoebe, he gave her a small sheepish smile before gently setting her back down on the floor on her feet. ”Just give me a second, okay?” He told her as he picked up his towel from the floor, wrapping it around his waist once again, attempting to cover the significant dent. Dammit, Phoebe. ”Open the door, Will! I know you’re in there.” Samantha screeched out, continuing to bang on his dorm room door. Fuck, if he thought Phoebe was crazy… this girl was on another level. A second before he opened the door, Will let out a small sigh and prayed internally to himself. The door was barely a couple inches open before Samantha stormed her way into his room, her arms crossed and her lips pouting. ”Where is she, huh?!” she called out, her voice insanely high pitched and annoying. It didn’t take a genius to spot Phoebe standing there as Samantha turned to face her, and honestly, Will could see steam pouring out of her ears because of how angry she was. Slowly, she raised her finger to point at Phoebe. ”You. You little slut. What do you think you’re doing with my man?”[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

yousmelldead · Dec 21, 2019

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Phoebe could feel the color starting to drain from her already pale face, the freckles turning a lighter brown that adorned her cheeks. Her heart was still ticking in her chest though it felt as if it had completely stopped altogether as she stared in the eyes of her lover. His eyes seemed to have glazed over at her confession as if he was trying to register the exact words. I love you. Three simple words that held so much power within them. Three simple words that could break a person.

"Will...no.", she croaked out as she felt her feet against the carpet as Will placed her down to answer the door. She had gotten her answer, it was clear as day that Will was not going to return the words to her. The small girl felt disconnected from her limbs as she held herself against the wall so she wouldn't fall over completely. Her green eyes followed Will's back as he moved to the door finally, noticing as he paused for a moment before answering.

Will had made it perfectly clear in the last ten seconds what their relationship had ever been. It was physical. She was a fuck-buddy, nothing more and nothing less. Like any girl who gets the chance to lose their virginity to the hottest guy in school, Phoebe had jumped at the opportunity. She knew what it entailed. Will had made it very clear from the beginning that it was only a physical arrangement. However, like any girl in the situation, Phoebe had allowed herself to fall for the blonde.

The shouts from Samantha behind the door seemed to have disappeared, just a faint ringing passing through her eardrums as she stared at the boot lying on the floor. She didn't belong here anymore, the atmosphere was cold. She wasn't his.

"You little slut, what do you think you're doing with my man?"

The shouting started back in making Phoebe snap her head up in Samantha's direction as she started towards her. What was she supposed to do now? Samantha was easily a foot or more taller than her, not to mention the twenty pound weight difference. Phoebe allowed the wall to guide her as she moved onto the ground, her hand grabbing the boot to pull it onto her feet. You need to leave Phoebe. Her body jumped slightly, hiccups erupting out her mouth as she tried to control her breathing.

"I..." Phoebe placed her palms on the ground as she steadied herself before finally rising back up from the floor. Her blood sugar was low, causing her eyesight to blur slightly. "I don't know." Her fingertips pulled her skirt down to an acceptable level as she regained her composure, her head pounding as the tears continued to fall down her cheeks.

Phoebe pressed her hands against her eyes, wiping them free of tears as she took a step forward. "Do you love me." Her jaw clenched as the words left her lips, hands balled up in fists at her side as she stared past Samantha. Green eyes connecting with his own bright ones, she waited for his response. This was it. His last chance.

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weldherwings · Dec 21, 2019

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KIM MINHO

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"oh yay blood"

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bruised and bloody

[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"] “I’m not going to leave you”

Wait, she said she wasn’t going to leave him – so why was she beginning to pull away? Minho’s eyes widened in fear the moment he felt his girlfriend’s body pull away from his own. She wasn’t leaving him, was she? No, no, no! He needed her here by his side! She promised! However, all fear and dread of her abandoning him melted away as her hand reached down and took hold of his. Feeling her much smaller hand in his own, he gazed down to get a better look and to actually confirm that she was holding it. Looking down at it reminded him of when they went to the movies together.

It was before they were dating and, to be completely honest, they were pretty flirty friends. He could remember going to see a horror film with a couple of friends and ended up sitting next to Renee. The movie had been so bad – like, shockingly low budget with crap actors bad. Anyways, all of them were goofing around. Renee and Minho were poking and tickling each other like stupid little teenagers do, and trying to scare the other. He wasn’t sure how it happened but they ended up playing thumb wars with each other. Minho, of course, won most of the times. But he did let Renee win here and there so her pride wouldn’t be hurt. What seemed like their twenty-fifth round, they began to notice something interesting was happening in the movie and drew their attention to it. All the while, their hands still interlocked. Minho could remember how his heart felt like it was going to rip out of his chest and do the Mexican hat dance on the sticky cinema floor. He could remember wondering how the hell he felt that way around Renee. After all – she was his friend. Oh, but so much could change within a couple of months, right?

Minho followed his girlfriend into the house, ensuring to be as quiet as possible. As they walked into the kitchen and Renee motioned for him to go and sit at the table, it took Minho a good few moments to remind himself that she had made a promise; that she wasn’t going to leave him. As their hands fell from their lock, he cautiously made his way over to a seat and slowly – flinching in the process – sat down. Oh man, his ribs were killing him. Probably from when his Appa decided to kick him in his stomach and side for a bit. But he didn’t want to worry his girlfriend; so, he bit the inside of his cheek and masked the pain he felt radiating in his sides.

As Renee made her way back, standing between his legs, Minho’s hands automatically found their way to her hips, clinging gently onto the material of her pyjama top. Well, with his grasp on her and his legs on either side, there was no way she was going to run away from him. Even if she tried. Hearing her gentle words, he nodded before he lifted his head so she could wipe his face for him. Even though his face was tilted up towards her, and his hands were on her body, his eyes were focusing on anything but Renee’s face (the floor, the ceiling, her tshirt) and his emotions were blank. He could feel his brain going a thousand miles per minute but his face was stale and blank. Even as Renee began to clean the blood up on his face, he felt like he was having an out-of-body experience

That was, until Renee’s touch lightly dabbed over the source of the blood; a gash on the left side of his head, just kissing his hair line, measuring around three centimetres. Automatically, Minho flinched, scrunching his face up and pulling his head away with an “Ah!”. Well, at least they knew where the source of the blood was coming from. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:15px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

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"for minho. worry about my chicken!"

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[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"]Oh, this was heaven. He had been dreaming about this all day. Well, he had been dreaming of chicken wings – but this was an added bonus. As he felt Aera kiss him back, he couldn’t help but smile like a teenager getting his first make-out session. That was, until he felt the female push him off. Automatically, a frown formed on his face and he narrowed his eyes, gazing at his girlfriend like she had gone completely crazy. Was she rejecting him?! Was she trying to give him blue balls or something!? The frown only deepened as she began to talk about Minho. Geeze, everyone always talked about Minho. Because he was the youngest, the tallest and had the most potential out of the pair of them. Everyone was forever asking how he was going with school, how his swimming was progressing, how was his relationship with his girlfriend. Well, Yuto really couldn’t care. I mean, sure, he was his baby brother – but he could protect himself, right?

Minho was old enough, stupid enough and ugly enough to stand up against their Appa like Yuto attempted to do multiple times as they grew up.

Now, growing up, he made sure to always be there by his brother’s side. To protect him when Appa got too violent. But… eventually… Yuto just became tired. He grew so tired that people just expected him to look after Minho. No-one stopped to think about the emotional damage in which Yuto was dealing with every day. The suicidal thoughts that ran in his head as he laid in bed at night. The attempts he took to end his life. Aera knew of some of the attempts because when they laid in bed after getting some hanky panky, his scars on his wrists and arms were very clearly visible and there was no hiding from it. But it wasn’t the only method. And drugs, alcohol and sex sure as hell helped to mask the pain which was eating away inside of him.

“Is Minho okay?” he said in a mocking way before scoffing. “You should ask if I’m okay! All I did was rock up to the house and Appa tried to fucking knock me out. You didn’t even ask if the chicken was okay! That knock out punch was the reason my precious chicken went flying all over the floor! The stupid old man must’ve thought I was Minho – and therefore, it’s Minho’s fault I’m without chicken!” In a childish manner, he crossed his arms and sunk into the couch with a pout on his face. “I couldn’t give two shits if he’s okay or not. He’s a grown-ass man who can look after himself” He narrowed his eyes once more before looking over at his girlfriend “He’s probably gone to Renee’s house or some shit, I don’t know. Either he’ll get fixed up there or at the hospital. What ever he decides. He has control on his own life so you don’t need to helicopter mum him. If anything, you should be helicoptering me! Your boyfriend!” [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:14px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

constellation · Dec 25, 2019

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]This wasn’t what Will wanted. He couldn’t handle all the progesterone in the room right now. Freaking females and their emotions and attachment issues. Will didn’t think that signing up for college meant that he was also signing up for all this drama. But, then he remembered that his sole purpose of coming was for his mother. Get a good degree then yeet out of there so that he could find a high-paying job to pay off all the medical bills that were slowly piling up. Turning his focus back towards his current situation, Will shut his dorm room door once Samantha welcomed herself inside, not missing a chance to pounce at Phoebe to terrorise her. A small groan escaped the blonde’s lips as he ran both hands over his face and through his hair. He couldn’t recall ever agreeing to be Samantha’s man. They had spoken a couple of times, sure, but neither of them had ever been on a date before – not to Will and Phoebe’s extent. Honestly, he wanted to say something to Samantha. Anything to get rid of her because now was really not the time. But nothing poured out of his lips. What was wrong with him today? Two girls making him speechless in a matter of five minutes? That was a shocker. But even despite Samantha’s little show, Will’s eyes had not left Phoebe once. She wasn’t well. He easily spotted the colour draining from her face as the tears rolled down her cheeks and how physically weak she was as she held the wall for help. All because of him. Because he hadn’t said the three words back to her. Those three fucking words. Even despite how much his inside voice was screaming at him to do it. To just say it. But nothing. And when he was given a second chance to do so, Will still kept quiet. It’s like his tongue had somehow fallen out of his mouth or his lips were sealed together with the strongest glue ever. Phoebe deserved better. Will was trash, and that was evident considering how hurt Phoebe looked. He was just going to ruin her the longer they stayed together. Phoebe deserved better. ”Well, do you love her?” Samantha’s annoying voice broke Will’s trail of thoughts as he finally forced his green eyes to look away from Phoebe and onto the blonde. Oh my god, why was she still here? Seems like she didn’t get the memo when Will chose not to respond to her desperate texts earlier. ”Can you just… shut up?” he finally spoke, shooting her a small glare. Immediately, Samantha’s reaction flipped. Shock was written all over her face as she stood there, with her mouth practically touching the floor. If she was annoyed earlier… then he didn’t want to imagine how she felt now. Now turning back to look at Phoebe, it seemed like Will hesitated to speak for a split second, but forcing all of his emotions aside, whatever the frick they were, he let the words roll out of his mouth nonchalantly. ”I don’t love you.”[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

yousmelldead · Dec 29, 2019

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Every girl thinks that they can change a broken boy. It's in their fucking nature to do so and Phoebe had fallen into that type of girl dynamic. The brunette kept her stance as Samantha's voice chimed in yet again causing Will to break their gaze. The shock from Samantha didn't phase the brunette as she hushed the voices moving around in her head. Why had she touched the phone to begin with? This all would have never happened. Will and herself would already be sitting down having breakfast by now if she just left the phone alon---"I don't love you."

I don't love you.

Phoebe moved her gaze back to Will's as the words rolled off his tongue so...naturally. That was it? Will seemed relaxed almost, as if it didn't seem to phase him one bit. "Okay.", she managed to push out the word before turning on the heel of her boot, grabbing her bag off of the floor. Do not cry Phoebe Martin. He doesn't deserve to see you cry. Phoebe pulled the bag onto her shoulder while managing to look at an extremely smug looking Samantha. Just breathe, she's not worth it.

Balancing the bag on her shoulder Phoebe managed to unlock the small clasp from behind her neck allowing the chain of her necklace to break free. She carefully placed the dog tag necklace in her palm before resting it on Will's nightstand. "Bye bitch, good luck getting anyone else to fuc---" Phoebe managed to whip herself around, bag dropping slightly on her arm while her other fist collided with Samantha's right cheek. Apparently taking that one boxing class had come in handy, finally.

Without another word, Phoebe pushed past Will and moved right out the dorm room door. Once outside of the door the girl took off in a sprint because for once in her life she was not looking back.

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sereiin · Jan 4, 2020

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The look on Yuto's face as she shoved him off of her didn't surprise Aera in the slightest. In fact, she expected the glare he sent her; she had just interrupted their make-out session. It wasn't unbeknownst to her that everyone always asked after Minho and while she felt bad being one of those people, she was genuinely concerned. What if something really bad had happened after all and Yuto didn't even know?

But as her boyfriend mocked her, Aera couldn't help the frown that took hold of her features, admittedly feeling somewhat hurt by his harsh words. "Baby, I know, I'm sorry, okay? But he's your brother, Yuto. You should care about him," she pointed out insistently, gazing up at him with a deep frown still etched onto her face. The pout on his face was likely to guilt her into apologizing properly, but she wasn't going to. Not this time. She normally did, of course, which was why he was trying this. Those puppy eyes were often difficult to resist, but she wasn't going to let it work this time. She was done with him treating her like shit whenever she expressed concern over his brother.

Now it was Aera's turn to cross her arms over her chest, an annoyed expression replacing her earlier frown. "Why the fuck do you have to talk to me like that, huh? You're such a dick sometimes and I hate it. Sorry for showing some concern for Minho, who, by the way, has apparently had the shit beat out of him. I can't help worrying that he might not be okay," the girl ground out, huffing. Just then, however, the doorbell rang, causing Aera to groan out loud. Of course the fucking chicken wings would get here right as they were fighting.

Before Yuto could say anything further, Aera pushed herself to her feet, grabbing her wallet from the coffee table and going to answer the door. She quickly paid for the food, grumbling a 'thank you' to the delivery man as she did so before taking the bag of chicken wings from him. Then she padded past the living room and into the kitchen, not in the mood to go back to the couch where Yuto was sitting. If he wanted food or to talk to her, he'd have to come to the kitchen himself.

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weldherwings · Jan 10, 2020

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" can ya not woman?"

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[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"]How dare she talked to him like that. It was fucking hot.

But at the same time, he wanted to pull her back and yell at her. Tell her that she was wrong and that if she was so concerned about Minho, then she should be dating his brother rather than him. Sure, the pair of them didn’t have a mother. But it didn’t mean that Aera had to step in and take the motherly role. Because that would mean he was sleeping with his mother and that was just incest and gross. But, still, they had gone long enough without their Mum that they didn’t need someone swooping in and trying to care for them. Minho was only three when she passed away, so he had barely any memories of her. But Yuto could remember things quite clearly given he was six. He could remember how she got sick and slowly began to lose her hair and weight. If anything, the thought of someone being a motherly figure to the pair of them made him feel sick. He didn’t want to see anything like that ever happen again.

As the doorbell rang, Yuto didn’t want to seem too excited that there was food which had arrived. And so, he placed on a poker face and watched as Aera walked towards the door to get the food. He was half expecting her to return back to the couch so they could yell at each other for a bit before making out and end up having sex. After all, it was their routine. Unhealthy, sure. But it was their thing. But instead, Aera walked into the kitchen with the food. God dammit, she must’ve been pissed at him. Rolling his eyes and releasing a frustrated groan, Yuto pushed himself up off the couch and made his way into the kitchen.

“Look. If you’re soooo worried about Minho, I’ll call him. Will that make you happy?” he said almost in a condescending way, narrowing his eyes over to his girlfriend. He took his phone out of his pocket and quickly pulled up his younger brother’s contact information. Yuto pressed the screen and then held it up to his ear, listening to the ringing. And it rang… And it kept on ringing. Okay, shit, still going. Pursing his lips together, he quickly gazed over at Aera with a disgruntled look on his face. Okay… she wasn’t allowed to be right about this. Scrunching up his face, he continued to listen to the ringing until it stopped – and it’s automatic voice message box introduction began to play.

“Hi, I can’t make it to the phone right now. If you could leave your name and your number and I’ll get back to you when I can.”

“Fuck…” Yuto cursed, quickly hanging up the phone. Aera wasn’t allowed to be right. He had to prove it to her and shove it in her face. “Look – I’ll try his little girlfriend. No doubt he’s over at her place now shagging up with her or something which is why he hasn’t answered his phone”

With a grimace look on his face, Yuto opened up his contact list and clicked on the contact entitled ‘Minho’s bitch’, pressing on it and allowing it to begin ringing. He gave Aera another smug smile before bringing the phone up to his hear and awaiting to hear someone to pick up. Please don’t make me look like a jackass, he prayed to himself as he waited. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:14px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

constellation · Jan 10, 2020

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]As Renée slowly began to dab away at the dry blood surrounding the edge of Min-ho’s bottom lip, she couldn’t help her blue eyes from focusing on his own brown ones. They looked lost. More lost than she’d ever seen. But, at the same time, Renée could barely read how her boyfriend felt right now. She wanted more than anything for him to speak to her and just… tell her how he felt, if he had any worries and issues, but instead, they both sat in silence as she attempted to clean the blood from his face. What could she even say to him? Questioning him about what happened didn’t seem like the best choice, considering his outburst from earlier – but Renée wanted to know so badly. Did Min-ho have issues? Thinking back over the past years, nothing came to her mind. He was such a happy and outgoing boy, seeing him like this was so sudden and confusing. It broke her heart. She wanted to tell him that he could confide in her and tell her anything, but her mouth stayed zipped shut. If anything, she felt incredibly awkward. What was even going on? She was only seventeen, she shouldn’t have to be dealing with these sort of situations, nor did Min-ho have to go through them. Wait, this had to be the first time ever for Min-ho, right? Her thoughts suddenly poofed into thin air when Min-ho let out a small gasp of pain and flinched away from her, Renée’s expression matching his own. She didn’t like this, at all. She didn’t like the blood or the fact that she was causing Min-ho pain. She just wanted to tell an adult to sort this out. ”I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly, taking a small pause from cleaning as she looked at Min-ho, her fingers slowly sweeping his hair out of sight where she assumed the source of pain was located. The moment her eyes landed on the gash, they widened a little. It was bigger and deeper than she had expected, something way out of her expertise. What the heck was she supposed to do? Biting on the inside of her cheeks, she exhaled the breath that she had been holding in. ”Min-ho, I think you need stitches…” she finally spoke, putting the bloodied kitchen towel on the table. ”I don’t know what to do, you have a really big cut on your forehead and it won’t stop bleeding and I-“ Luckily before Renée could fall into a total breakdown and finish her rant, her phone began to vibrate crazily in the pocket of her jean jacket that she had hanging on the chair Min-ho sat on which sent vibrations throughout the chair, enough for Min-ho to feel them. Who the heck was calling her now at this time of the day? Everybody that she was close to and called often was under the same roof as her. With furrowed eyebrows and not moving away from where she stood, she leaned to the side to grab her jacket, until she finally reached her pocket, pulling her phone out only to read the glaring letters on her screen – ’TWBFU.’ Only Renée knew the true meaning behind those letters, and there was only one person that held the title. Min-ho’s elder brother, Yuto – otherwise known as ‘The World’s Biggest Fuck Up’. Her body tensed as she forced herself to answer the call, putting the phone to her ear. ”What do you want?” she grumbled, not wasting any time or breath to greet the annoying man.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

constellation · Jan 10, 2020

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]Will wasn’t sure what to expect from Phoebe, really. Was she going to break down and cry? Was she going to yell at him for being the worlds biggest jackass? Because that’s exactly what he was. He should have never gotten himself involved, or let alone got himself into this situation with a girl like Phoebe. She didn’t deserve this, any of this. So, when Will watched her grabbing her belongings, he knew that it was the right thing to do. Any logical person would up and leave then and there. She knew her worth and that was a good thing. He, on the other hand, was either incredibly blind or incredibly stupid. It definitely had to be the latter in this case. What the hell was he doing? Phoebe was perfect for him. He had to stop her from leaving, but his body barely moved an inch. His feet stayed glued to the ground. It was over. Whatever he had with her was completely gone the second she removed his dog tag necklace from around her neck and set it on his bedside table. So, that was it. I’m sorry, Phoebe. He wanted to apologise and hug her at least one last time, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t muster the balls to confess and tell her that he loved her, so what use was it to even apologise? It would just confuse her even more. So, he chose to stay silent and because he did, big mouth Samantha decided to run her mouth again. Yet, before the blonde could finish her sentence, Phoebe shut her right up with a punch to the cheek. Hot damn. She did what? Will had to blink twice to comprehend what just happened and he probably would have laughed, but he opted not to because clearly, this wasn’t the right time or place. Could Phoebe get any hotter, though? God, he knew there was a reason he liked her and this was exactly it. She wasn’t like any other girl and he wasn’t going to find somebody like her. Maybe not for a really long time. But despite how hard it was to watch her leave, he had to do it for her. She deserved better and he hoped that she’d get that in the future, whenever that was. Goodbye, Phoebe.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

sereiin · Jan 10, 2020

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Aera had just set the chicken wings box down on the countertop when Yuto's voice met her ears. Ah, so he'd followed her into the kitchen, had he? What he said, though, had the girl frowning deeply and turning around to face him. God, he could be such a fucking dick sometimes. She said nothing as he narrowed his eyes at her, instead watching when he drew out his phone to call his brother, not even waiting for an answer from her before calling Minho. Of course, much to her concern, the kid didn't answer.

A pointed look crossed Aera's face as she looked at Yuto, her arms moving to cross over her chest. This was what she'd been worried about. What if Minho really was in trouble? Releasing a sigh, the blonde haired girl merely rolled her eyes as her boyfriend mentioned calling Renee. It was a decent idea; she just hoped Minho's girlfriend would actually answer. Silence settled between them as they waited for the girl to pick up. But Aera didn't miss the smug look Yuto shot her way, causing a scowl to form on her own features. Jesus Christ, she was growing beyond pissed with him. How had she never gotten irritated with his behaviour before? She wasn't sure, but she was going to have a long talk with him after dealing with Minho and Renee.

Huffing, the girl turned back to the chicken wings, beginning to serve them up on a plate for herself as she waited for something to happen with the phone call to Renee. It was only seconds later that she overheard a voice on the other end, one that sounded like Minho's girlfriend. At least, as far as Aera could make out. It was muffled after all, with it not being on speaker. Pausing, she turned to face Yuto, raising a brow as she wondered what was being said on the other girl's end.

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weldherwings · Jan 11, 2020

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KIM YUTO

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"we can both relate that we love chicken, right??"

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leaving the apartment complex

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[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"] This fucking bitch.

Yuto felt his eyes twitch as he rolled them back upon hearing the sass coming out of Renee. He never understood what his brother saw in the girl. Sure, she was cute. But she was nothing like what Aera was. She was… too clean. Minho needed someone who would take him out on the town and go wild with. Not someone who was going to baby him and coax him into living with a nine to five job with a white picket fence two-story house and three children. The thought of Minho living out the American dream made him shudder, knowing that his brother was meant for much greater things in life.

“Oh, hello to you too, Princess,” he practically yelled down the phone, gazing up at Aera with an innocent complexion. He wanted to be mean to Renee, but he didn’t want Aera to find another reason for her to be mad at him. “Are you a little bit busy giving my brother a blow job or something? He’s a Kim. Don’t worry. He’ll cum in like, five seconds flat.” A wide, devilish grin formed on his face as he leant against the countertop with his elbows. Without hesitation or even questioning his girlfriend about whom the chicken was for, Yuto reached over and took hold on of the drumsticks and shoved it into his mouth.

“Ohhh – by the way,” he muffled into the phone, his mouth full of beautiful, delicious chicken “If my brother happens to be there, tell that little shit he owes me a chicken dinner. Appa must’ve thought I was him after he ran out… The old fucker punched the shit out of me. Made me drop my whole box of chicken. It just went… flying on the floor. It was horrible.” Oh man, here came the rambling. This was classic Yuto. “Look, I know you and I don’t always see things eye to eye with each other. But I know there’s one thing that we both can share the same love and affection for. And one thing in this world that we want to protect… And that’s mother fucking fried chicken, you hear me? I saw the way you eyeballed Minho’s chicken that day I dropped in on that date. You looked like you were going to make love to it there and then on the table.”

His eyes darted from the chicken, up to his girlfriend’s face. Oh wait. The point of this whole phone call was to get him out of the dog house, wasn’t it? Not to make Renee pissed which, to be honest, was one of Yuto’s favourite past times. “So… My brother. Is he there? Aera wants to make sure he’s okay – I mean.” Yuto paused, cautiously looking over at his girlfriend, hoping he wasn’t going to get his brains whacked into the countertop. “Uh… is my precious baby brother okay? From the sounds of it, Appa did a number on him this time around. He’s still pissed the little shit ran away.” [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:14px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

constellation · Jan 17, 2020

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[/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]Bullshit. What did Renée expect? All that she could hear pouring out of Yuto’s trashy mouth was bullshit, and why did he have to yell so damn loudly down the phone? The girl was seventeen, not a freaking granny with hearing problems. She didn’t have the time of day to be dealing with Min-ho’s jackass of a brother and ending the call right then and there was incredibly tempting. How the heck was Min-ho even related to him? Renée was almost convinced that the brothers came from different parents and were adopted together, Yuto’s parents being incredibly messed up, like him – but sadly, it wasn’t true. Unfortunately, he came with the package and if Renée wanted to spend forever with Min-ho, then she’d have to put up with Yuto as well. ”Thanks for the details, Yuto – but next time, I’d rather not hear about your dead sex life,” she snapped back, refraining herself from blabbering on too much about how Min-ho was actually decent in bed. The last thing she wanted to say was anything that Yuto could forever hold against them both. Sure, Min-ho was the only person Renée had ever slept with and while he wasn’t amazing, he also wasn’t that bad. Renée had told herself that when they were more experienced, things would get and feel much better. God, stupid Yuto. Had he really called her to talk about chicken? Clearly, he had too much freaking time on his hands if he thought she was just going to sit on the phone and let him rant to her. Instead, Renée simply moved the phone away from her ear so that she didn’t have to listen to him go on and on. Any longer and she’d have to blow her brains out before she could let Yuto do it himself. ”It’s your brother going on about fried chicken, again…” Renée informed Min-ho, a small sigh escaping her lips as she let her fingers run through her hair. Man, what a night. ”I should just tell him to get lost.” Returning the phone back to her ear, just as Yuto mentioned something about Aera, Renée opened her mouth to speak, however, before she could rid of the annoying man, he beat her to it. Her eyebrows furrowed upon hearing his words, confusion plastered all over her face. ”What the hell are you talking about, Yuto?” she questioned, glancing at her boyfriend. Her heart sank because she didn’t want to believe what he was saying. The reason for Min-ho’s pain and the blood was because of his father? There was no way that could be true… but, it all made sense. All the times Renée asked about wanting to meet his father, and each time Min-ho would give her an excuse before changing the topic. She never even questioned it, her naïve and dumb self just it slide, but if she had pestered him, then maybe, just maybe, he would have told her about the abuse. ”Oh my, God.” was all that Renée could say as she shut the phone down on Yuto, not thinking twice about it, to focus on Min-ho. ”Your father did this to you?”[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

weldherwings · Jan 20, 2020

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KIM MINHO

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"please dont be mad"

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renee's house

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bruised and bloody

[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"] At the mention of stitches, Minho felt his whole body tense up. No. There was no way in hell he was going to go to the hospital. His mouth hung agape for a moment, prepared to question his girlfriend if they could just put a really big band-aid on it. However, the feeling of the chair vibrating slightly caught his attention. His dark eyes watched as his girlfriend leant to take hold of the jacket on the chair before locating her phone. The annoyance on her face was a dead give away that it was something that she probably didn’t want to talk to, but due to circumstances would have to. Therefore, Minho knew straight away that it would be Yuto calling.

As Renee answered with a grumbled sentence, Minho automatically held tighter to the fabric of her top. For some reason, there was an intense feeling in the pit of his stomach that Yuto was going to say something to screw everything up and that he would have to spend the rest of his night having to apologise and grovel for forgiveness on behalf of his brother. Confirmation that it was Yuto came as Renee snapped at the older brother over the phone; apparently his brother had mentioned something about his and Aera’s sex life? Well, that didn’t seem out of character for Yuto. However, hearing that tone of voice that Renee was using, Minho could feel his grasp on the fabric in his fingers grow tighter.

Seeing her move the phone away, Minho could feel it coming. He didn’t know what it was, but it was growing even more intense in the pits of his stomach. I suppose he thought it would be Renee telling him that she never wanted to see him again because his brother was a dickhead druggie? However, she informed him that… Yuto was talking about chicken again? Slowly, processing that his girlfriend had just told him, Minho gazed up and gave a small nod before returning his gaze to the floor. Well, at least he wasn’t saying anything too damaging?

However, something was off. “What the hell are you talking about, Yuto?” Well… Shit… Yuto said something. Minho knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet – and that feeling in the pit of his stomach had been correct the whole time. He heard her cuss to God before her question… That question that he had prayed would never come to see the light of day. He could feel his lip quiver and his eyes beginning to water as he gathered all the courage he had in his body to look up towards his girlfriend.

Slowly, but surely, his dark eyes met with her blue ones. Those eyes that would bring him so much comfort. Renee wasn’t just his girlfriend; she was his dream girl. Soulmate. Favourite person in the whole world. And at nights where he couldn’t sleep, and he would sneak his way into her bedroom for a cuddle or make-out session, there was nothing else that calmed him down more than just staring into those deep blue eyes and being washed away by their waves. But right now, he wasn’t being calmly washed away. Instead, all he could feel was a raging storm.

She hated him, didn’t she?

He had to lie. If he told her the truth, she’d get mad at him. Because he never told her about it. Because he never stood up for himself. Because he was weak and allowed himself to get beaten up this way. In a slow manner, Minho shook his head. “Yuto… Yuto is probably you know… probably high again…” he whispered, his voice almost inaudible. Without even realising it, tears slowly rolled down his cheeks and gathered under his chin.

Without a moment of hesitation, Minho stood to his full height arruptedly, quickly wiping his chin and cheeks. “I should go home,” he said to Renee, as if none of this ever happened. “I have an interview tomorrow morning for college and I haven’t really prepared for it yet” Oh, how he wished he could take back the last half an hour. How he wished that he had stayed on the floor of their family apartment and just take the beating his Appa had been trying to dish out to him. Afterall, he would rather be dead than have his most favourite person in the whole world mad at him. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:15px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

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KIM YUTO

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OUTFIT

[/DIV] [div class=TabsContainer][div class="tab tab1"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div][div class="tab tab3"][/div][div class="tab tab4"][/div][/div] [div class=text][div class="scroll"] That little bitch had the audacity to tell him that she had to go and hang up on him before he could even get anything out of his mouth. “That little – “ Yuto began, looking at his phone with complete disgust on his face before pressing the lock screen button with force. “That little bitch hung up on me. How fucking dare she” he ranted to Aera, his nostrils flaring before he took a large bite out of his chicken wing (but was it really his? He still was yet to establish if Aera had purchased it for herself or for her beloved boyfriend).

It wasn’t that Yuto hated Renee. Oh no. He just hated the fact that ever since his baby brother had started dating the girl, he wouldn't take any of his advice or he would get very anxious whenever the topic of sex would come up. Yuto was damn sure that the only sex education Minho was getting was from school and well, that wasn’t enough. The only thing they teach you at school is how you get pregnant and how to not get pregnant through scare tactics. Yuto wanted to have a man-to-man talk with his baby brother and how to use his penis properly. Apparently, according to Minho who was now a big man with a girlfriend, that was weird. Whatever.

He released another huff and eye roll before leaning against the countertop once again. “He’s there. Well, I’m assuming he is from the way his little Princess was being all defensive and shit.” He announced to her “See? He’s a big boy. He can look after himself. Or at least get his girlfriend to look after him. I mean… she didn’t tell me if he was okay or not… or that he’s actually there. But he’s almost like… adult age. He knows how to tie his own shoes, wipe his own ass and how to bandage himself up after Appa has knocked him around a bit. It’s all routine now. Practically muscle memory.” He pointed at Aera with the chicken wing in his hand “You have to remember, this isn’t our first rodeo show. Appa has been an ass like this for…fuck, I can’t remember how long now. Since Umma died maybe.”

Yuto paused at his sentence, frowning at himself for letting it slip out. He had told Aera that his Umma died of cancer back when he was six years old. But he never told her about how… horrible it was to see her go through treatment. How she lost all her energy and her hair fell out. He could remember going in to see her and ask if she could play the guitar for him like she always did every day before bedtime. But she barely had any energy to even look at him, let alone talk to him. He could remember the glassy look in her eyes and how the passionate fire for life had begun to slowly fade from them. Whenever he thought about his Umma, his mind would play all the amazing times they had together. Because falling back onto that last memory – of how she looked like there was no meaning to life and everything, in the end, resulted in nothing but pain and misery. [/div][/div] [/DIV][/DIV] [class=main] position: relative; box-sizing: border-box; width: 600px;height: 400px; overflow: hidden;margin: auto;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:50px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;font-size:14px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden;color: #454a4e; line-height:14px;[/class] [class=text]position: absolute; overflow: hidden; width: 350px; height: 360px; left: 224px; top: 21px;background: white;border-radius: 5px;[/class] [class=TabsContainer]transform: rotate(-90deg); position: absolute; overflow: visible; width: 209px; height: 27px; left: -30px;top: 350px; [/class] [class=tab] background: transparent; width: 10px; padding:8px; height:10px; color:WHITE; margin: auto; transition: .7s; font-size: 15px; text-align:center;[/class] [class name=tab state=hover]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1); animation-name: {post_id}pulse; animation-duration:3s; animation-timing-fuction: linear; animation-iteration-count: infinite; animation-fill-mode: both[/class] [class=selectedTab]color: GREY; transition: .7s; transform: scale(1.1);[/class] [class=tabContents]opacity: 0; transition: all .7s; background:transparent;overflow: visible; [/class] [class=show]opacity: 1; transition: all .7s; [/class] [script class=tab1 on=click] addClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab2 on=click] addClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab3 on=click] addClass show tabContents03 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents04 addClass selectedTab tab3 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab4 [/script] [script class=tab4 on=click] addClass show tabContents04 removeClass show tabContents01 removeClass show tabContents02 removeClass show tabContents03 addClass selectedTab tab4 removeClass selectedTab tab1 removeClass selectedTab tab2 removeClass selectedTab tab3 [/script]

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Aera had no idea what was being said on the other end of the line. Maybe nothing at all, with the way Yuto was going off. Renee probably didn't even get a chance to add her own two cents to the conversation. Classic Yuto. But when Renee hung up on the guy, Aera had to stifle a snicker at how pissed off it made him. She was sure, though, that he wouldn't have hung up on the girl anyways, so why was he acting like a little bitch over it? She couldn't be sure, but whatever. Her priority here was finding out if Minho was alright. And truthfully, she wasn't about to accept Yuto's answer for it. She wanted to hear it directly from either Renee or Minho himself.

As Yuto spoke to her, however, Aera turned her head to glance at him, a brow raised as he ranted. She waited until he had finished before sending him a mild glare. "Oh, you think he's okay, huh? Well, I guess we can find out for ourselves, can't we, Yuto?" The girl rolled her eyes, straightening from her position leaned up against the countertop. Without bothering to do anything about the chicken wings she'd ordered, she reached out and took a hold of Yuto's ear, practically dragging him to the front door.

Aera ignored all of her boyfriend's protests, only letting him go temporarily so they could get their shoes on before she grabbed her wallet and car keys. "C'mon, babe, we're going on a road trip," she stated, smirking to herself all the while. Once they both had their shoes on, Aera grabbed hold of Yuto by the ear again, tugging his whining self out of her house and to her car, where she proceeded to shove him into the passenger seat.

"Stop whining, Yuto, seriously. It's starting to make me think you're the baby brother in the family," she grumbled, closing the door on him before going around and climbing into the driver's side. After starting the engine, Aera backed out and took off in the direction of Renee's house, only knowing where it was because she'd been there once before when the four of them had had a movie night together. Somewhere in the back of her mind as she drove, however, she couldn't help thinking over Yuto's words. 'This isn't our first rodeo.' She knew that, but she hadn't known how long it'd been going on for. Since their Umma had died? Had it really been so many years? The idea of that being the truth genuinely broke Aera's heart.

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