When Sunggyu finds Myungsoo pressed up against Dongwoo in a dark corridor after a performance, he turns beet red but chooses not to say anything.
When Myungsoo comes upon Woohyun and Sungyeol making out in a costume closet in between sessions at a photoshoot, he quirks his eyebrow and says Now we can have a massage train!
Which isn't exactly what either one of them was expecting, but it IS Myungsoo and they are a little loopy from lack of sleep, so maybe he just thought that they were ... massaging?
Do you think Myungsoo was asking us for a threesome? Sungyeol finally gathers up the courage to ask a few days later (the next time they are alone) (only they aren't really alone because Dongwoo is asleep on the couch and they know because Woohyun threw popcorn at him that he's really asleep and not just playing dead).
Woohyun has the decency to look startled, No! No... No?
Who are you trying to convince?
No one! Me. You. I ... that can't be what he meant.Sungyeol shrugs and then Sunggyu storms in with
( ... )
Of course they're banging. Sungjong can be impossibly omnicsient.
I didn't even ask.
You've been watching them like a hawk all day and got really squirrely when they left together. What business is it of yours?
None.
No one cares that you're sucking Woohyun's penis. So let Myungsoo do what he wants.
Sungjong!
But he was already out the door, bored of a conversation he'd already won.
When Woohyun comes into the living room late at night and finds Myungsoo perched on Dongwoo's butt, the older boy lying face-down on the floor shirtless, giving him a massage, he feels rather foolish.
Got a really good thing there, hyung. Woohyun crouches next to Dongwoo's face hidden in his arms.
You have no idea. Dongwoo's voice comes out in a groan.
Myungsoo grins happily, I've been practicing! And one of the stylist-noonas gave me some pointers!
Woohyun rolls his neck uncomfortably, Think you can do anything about this knot in my neck?Myungsoo stills and looks up at him, his dark eyes against his light skin making him look almost
( ... )
I am DYING at Myungsoo being so completely misunderstood OH CHILD.
Myungsoo grins happily, I've been practicing! And one of the stylist-noonas gave me some pointers!
BABY.
Sungyeol comes stumbling through the door only about fifteen minutes later and stares at them for a good minute before whispering in a haunted voice, This is how it starts, isn't it?
Woohyun looks up at him quizzically. How what starts? Get your skinny ass down here because I think I know what Myungsoo is doing and you have a knot in under your right shoulderblade that I think I can get out.
I AM DEAD.
Sungyeol looks at the train of shirtless men sitting on the living room rug and knows for certain that this is how it starts. Sooner or later massages are going to turn into blowjobs and they're going to have a full orgy on their hands.
KELSEY STOP MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD.
(When Sunggyu walks in on the four of them, stark naked and doing lots of things that can't really be counted as 'massaging
( ... )
myungdongwoo are just such happy little sensory-loving babies and poor sungyeol is the prickly giant that they love to death and want to smother if he'd only let them.
KELSEY STOP MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD. THIS MADE MY DAY.
Howon wears his glasses perched on the edge of his nose during tax season.
He takes over the entire kitchen table and part of the coffee table in the living room.
He refuses to acknowledge the fact that Sungjong has been keeping meticulous records all year long on his computer. That every receipt Howon know has strung all over the apartment is in a handy spreadsheet on their hard drive. Even those secret presents that Howon bought Sungjong over the course of the year and he thinks was really sneaky about, there are records of those, too.
The first year they fought about it.
Sungjong distinctly remembers shredding the receipt for the new washer and dryer they had installed in their apartment and Howon stalking out of the apartment, crawling into bed three days later and smelling of Woohyun's deodorant.
You could at least keep your own products over there if you are going to run away again.
He just throws them out. And then lectures me about the brand and the chemicals they use.
Reply
Reply
When Sunggyu finds Myungsoo pressed up against Dongwoo in a dark corridor after a performance, he turns beet red but chooses not to say anything.
When Myungsoo comes upon Woohyun and Sungyeol making out in a costume closet in between sessions at a photoshoot, he quirks his eyebrow and says Now we can have a massage train!
Which isn't exactly what either one of them was expecting, but it IS Myungsoo and they are a little loopy from lack of sleep, so maybe he just thought that they were ... massaging?
Do you think Myungsoo was asking us for a threesome? Sungyeol finally gathers up the courage to ask a few days later (the next time they are alone) (only they aren't really alone because Dongwoo is asleep on the couch and they know because Woohyun threw popcorn at him that he's really asleep and not just playing dead).
Woohyun has the decency to look startled, No! No... No?
Who are you trying to convince?
No one! Me. You. I ... that can't be what he meant.Sungyeol shrugs and then Sunggyu storms in with ( ... )
Reply
I didn't even ask.
You've been watching them like a hawk all day and got really squirrely when they left together. What business is it of yours?
None.
No one cares that you're sucking Woohyun's penis. So let Myungsoo do what he wants.
Sungjong!
But he was already out the door, bored of a conversation he'd already won.
When Woohyun comes into the living room late at night and finds Myungsoo perched on Dongwoo's butt, the older boy lying face-down on the floor shirtless, giving him a massage, he feels rather foolish.
Got a really good thing there, hyung. Woohyun crouches next to Dongwoo's face hidden in his arms.
You have no idea. Dongwoo's voice comes out in a groan.
Myungsoo grins happily, I've been practicing! And one of the stylist-noonas gave me some pointers!
Woohyun rolls his neck uncomfortably, Think you can do anything about this knot in my neck?Myungsoo stills and looks up at him, his dark eyes against his light skin making him look almost ( ... )
Reply
YES HE CAN. BEST LINE.
I am DYING at Myungsoo being so completely misunderstood OH CHILD.
Myungsoo grins happily, I've been practicing! And one of the stylist-noonas gave me some pointers!
BABY.
Sungyeol comes stumbling through the door only about fifteen minutes later and stares at them for a good minute before whispering in a haunted voice, This is how it starts, isn't it?
Woohyun looks up at him quizzically. How what starts? Get your skinny ass down here because I think I know what Myungsoo is doing and you have a knot in under your right shoulderblade that I think I can get out.
I AM DEAD.
Sungyeol looks at the train of shirtless men sitting on the living room rug and knows for certain that this is how it starts. Sooner or later massages are going to turn into blowjobs and they're going to have a full orgy on their hands.
KELSEY STOP MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD.
(When Sunggyu walks in on the four of them, stark naked and doing lots of things that can't really be counted as 'massaging ( ... )
Reply
KELSEY STOP MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD.
THIS MADE MY DAY.
I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT.
Reply
Reply
Reply
He takes over the entire kitchen table and part of the coffee table in the living room.
He refuses to acknowledge the fact that Sungjong has been keeping meticulous records all year long on his computer. That every receipt Howon know has strung all over the apartment is in a handy spreadsheet on their hard drive. Even those secret presents that Howon bought Sungjong over the course of the year and he thinks was really sneaky about, there are records of those, too.
The first year they fought about it.
Sungjong distinctly remembers shredding the receipt for the new washer and dryer they had installed in their apartment and Howon stalking out of the apartment, crawling into bed three days later and smelling of Woohyun's deodorant.
You could at least keep your own products over there if you are going to run away again.
He just throws them out. And then lectures me about the brand and the chemicals they use.
You could just not run away.
You could stop ( ... )
Reply
MARRIED HOJONG AND HOYA'S GLASSES!!!!!
Reply
Reply
Reply
and also TAXES
Taxes are the best prompt ever.
someday I want to do an entire month of taxes-meme. maybe that will be my gift to myself this november for my bday
Reply
Leave a comment