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my cock body is reADY

#tHE LUHANANANANANFD #IM NOT EVEN ONLINE #MOBILE #Shit Sehun says

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seunghyun: u guys are so cool out of character and your paras are just really good and they're amazing --

jinki: plays with glasses

seunghyun:

jinki:

seunghyun:

jinki:

jinki: eHEHEHHEHheHE

#im still watching it omg

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#;m #gotta spam in between a para aight oKay

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♛ magnolias and flesh : seunghyun & sehun

A puff emitted from the end of the cigarette, surely and slowly circling above his head. Sehun stayed crouched down behind a brick wall, and watched Seunghyun puffing away. For most years of his life, he hadn't touched any sort of drug or depressant that may be harmful to his body, but there was a sort of heavy and dangerous yearn for wanting to escape and bust to a whole new utopia that's only crystals and beautiful hallucinations. In fact, drugs have intrigued the nineteen year old to an extent where the thought of letting your unease into a single shot of it's substance-- letting it tickle your brain. Your body must or should feel enlightened; happy, soothing, and mellow. You should be in a great mood, the weather's great and everything is calm again. The sad reality is that reality is what shakes you back into a certainly, bland state of life.

That's probably why people get so hooked. They get addicted, full aware of the fact that their body thirsts for it like one would do for water on a scorching afternoon. Like one who misses the true affection of a family. Like one who who treats that certain love for such a guilty pleasure like it's their only one.

Meanwhile, so many thoughts are running and scurrying about in Sehun's mind where he just stood motionless and silent. His breath caught up in his nostrils and lungs, the smoke surrounding him whole. He wipes at his eyes, and coughs, shooting the other male with his signature, boring glance. "I've been sitting here for quite sometime now," he murmurs under his breath. Sehun had an impulse to throw whatever bratty or just a piercing phrase afterwards, but instead, he inhales steadily. Eyes shut for a brief moment, and strings something out along the lines of, "not my idea of wanting to blasted." And it was true, he wanted to get so high where he can feel his hair tumbling in the wind with the heavens. Without any further notice, or sign for an answer, Sehun digs in his pocket to find a small ziplock bag with a few items that he found himself curious about. Two buds, and a few tabs of lsd that was promised to make you want to get faded.

#too lazy to check for typos dont hit me omg #;p #seunghyunss

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God Bless The Child - Billie Holiday

#;m #i'm so sorry about the spam dfj;df

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Time flies with me. It walks too fast so it makes me cry sometimes. Among this place full of masked people, the one who reach out to me was you. The one who dried my tearful eyes it was you. Could you be my darling? Now I’ll be the one who holds you. You’re not alone, I’ll be here by your side, don’t be scared. To you who let me know I was not alone. I just wanna thank you, I appreciate it. I’m shy so I send this song instead. Why is no one here? I thought the only warm left is under my bedclothes, in my room. Like MJ, “You’re not Alone.” Who reached out to me while I didn’t know, it was you. Worn out from a day’s work, it was you who raised me up. Baby, are you listenin? Now I’ll be the one who holds you.

#; u ; #still on ask limit. ; ;

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#still on ask limit #gkjsd;sd #;os

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Sweet Life | Frank Ocean

#;m #ask limit kdf;df

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jinki-dd replied to your post: wait is it bad that i want a plot with someone who...

you want someone to beat the crap out of you? yesung will do that. happily.

do you know anybody else who will? jds;fs

#;ooc #oh my god he's beautiful tho

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You're cute but I'm kinda giggling right now --

@ hakyeon :

Don’t even pretend you don’t like it

#;shit sehun says #nO #hakyeonhss

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@ hakyeon :

i'm giving you this look like wHY :---(

#;ooc #shit sehun says

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wait is it bad that i want a plot with someone who will willingly just beat the living crap out of me for like some heavy themed conflicted because

#shit sehun says

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I would…not….yes I would. I totally would.

don't deny it, baby boo, i got u :---)

#;ooc #hakyeonhss

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just curious but--

if i made a random script post

would you guys like

reply to it

or just

#;ooc #shit sehun says

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❝G R A D U A T I O N :

He sat quietly, in the large and packed auditorium filled with parent's who's children prospered over time as the academy itself was too prestigious for the common world alone.  The non-stop chattering of parents, teachers, staff and students rang in Sehun's ear as he blinked it off a few times, crossing a comfortable ankle over the other. The ceremony had finally began with the school's orchestra performance of the country's national anthem, and the senior couldn't help but to groan. For so long, during  the last few weeks of school to practice how the ceremony was going to go about, Sehun had already grew tired of listening to the anthem that it was almost like a painful reminder. A girl by his other side in the seating row hit him with her elbow, observing his blatant eye roll when he was forced to stand. Sehun dusted off his bright, yellow uniform and gave a glance at the small, rectangular fabric sewed near his collarbones, reading, "Oh Sehun," in proud, ivory threading. Today would be the last day he'd wear his uniform, forever. In fact, he began to think how he had started his educational careers late and that he'd already be an alumni for last year. Not this year.

Sehun ignored the female classmate, and the constant chatter quieted down as he placed his palm over his right chest. He glanced around him discreetly, and took note of how some of his friends and classmates were mouthing the lyrics when the orchestra played, and played. But, he stood there. Almost.. motionless. A sort of guilt bundled in the pits of his stomach, feeling as if he's making a deed to his country when he commits silent crimes of killing for whatever is desired. The performance ended, and Sehun stooped down low to immediately take his seat. So much of a burden to act like the immaculate son of the prime minister when he's the worst among the audience of graduates. He's the worst, and he knows it. Instead, Sehun slips into his seat and sweeps his pale fringe over his forehead. Boy, he gritted his teeth over his bottom lip as he knew what was coming. Each student to be announced up on stage, receiving their certificates for completing a hellish set of four years with a bunch of kids whom they might not even see years from now-- oh, how he hated this long, upcoming two hours of faces on stage whom he never gave one single thought of. Sehun nipped at the insides of his cheek in great animosity and annoyance. If it wasn't about him, then, he shouldn't and wouldn't care.. for the most time.

He was forced to have his eyes trail from the crowd, watching students pile up after each other as the auditorium roared of applause for each pupil's accomplishments. He spotted a few ex-antagonistic kids, so he looked away. He spotted a few friends, so he clapped. He spotted the kids whom were remarkably close to him, and so he stood to even clap. As much as he loved these very few people in his life during high school, he could not have let them into his life further beyond from today. Sehun's a trigger man, and they'd be bound to be killed if they were to be around him.

"Oh Sehun,"

The boy's pallid eyelids fluttered up, as he almost caught himself dozing off to sleep. It must have been a good hour or so, and a few of his classmates around him nudged the boy to rise up. Silence filled the auditorium for a few split seconds, but Sehun emerged from his seat. He made his way from the rows, a bunch of kids making "good luck" gestures for the hell of it. The most loudest of all applause was given when his hand shook the academy's principle's wrinkled hand, and Sehun gave a generous smile with a bow. Taking the leather enclosed certificate in one hand, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the other, a certain amount of hope, accomplishment and happiness swept Sehun off of his feet. He had hated for this day to come, and he was unsure why exactly, however, it was.. discouraging, and lovely to be recognized by his intellects, talents, and achievement. He faced the still-clapping crowd, and tried to pick out his family who must have been standing somewhere near the back. Sehun couldn't but to helplessly give a breathy chuckle, and licked his lips out of habit when the principle gave a lingering speech of the prime minister's son convocation day was today. "His future is to be promised," he said.

"Congratulations, Oh Sehun, congratulations. May the future be without pistols, and the deceiving you've done for your country,'' he thought to himself. If only life could be so easy, without the blood already on his hands.

#;e #loL I'M KINDA LAUGHING I--

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#my face is beautiful no matter wHAT EXPRESSION OKA y #;v

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@tiffany :

ur so cute but i want you to live dONT DIE ON ME I WAS ONLY HERE FOR TWO SECOND s >:---(

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