T h e g a m e i s n e v e r o v e r , J o h n . But there may be some new players now. It’s okay. The East Wind takes us all in the end. It’s a story my brother told me when we were kids. The East Wind, this terrifying force that lays waste to all in its path. It seeks out the unworthy and plucks them from the Earth. That was generally me. He was a rubbish big brother.
a couple that got extremely rich by doing illegal stuff and now traveling over the entire world 1st class and sleeping in expensive hotels under false id’s, smoking weed and having sex in every corner of the room and police trying to catch them so they die their hair a lot and don’t call each other by their real names in public. and basically just a lot of bad ass stuff.
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Introducing The Birthday Club
This is a club that anyone can join! Now I guess you want to know what makes this different to any other birthday page? Well I made a small script that you will be required to add to your blog that says who’s b'day it is automatically! Cool huh? You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice :—)
includes: a chilly winter day in which you ride the train with bf!jeonghan nd he contemplates snuggling u into his coat.
request: some jeonghan jealousy
✎ okay so there ain’t much jealousy but aghh bro it’s so hard 2 be original and not use a plot everyone’s heard a thousand times but at least there’s wholesome fluff,, didn’t realize i wrote this then forgot to post it whoops.
stop glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. Sure you appeared completely
fine and dandy, armed with your woolly hat that had a pompom perked like a
gumdrop on the top, a tiny quirk on your lips attributed from idly scrolling
through your phone. He wanted to believe all was peachy-keen, but a litany of
protests were rattling within his head.
This was the
subway train after all, the sand coloured floors and dull silver benches hardly
appealing on a winter day. Snow began feathering from the sky in fashion to
powdered sugar, coating car roofs and clinging to fur hoods. Quite a beautiful
sight, yet you insisted on taking the subway, Jeonghan crinkling under your
sweet pleas a little too easily.
if you brought up the idea because you were cold and hoped the subway would
offer some heating. However the minute you stepped inside, the same draft cloaked
the air, any chances of nabbing seats by the heater purloined by the elderly
couple who shuffled on just before you. It was always like this, similar to
when your parents would advise you to dress warmer, yet their entreating’s would
get brushed off out of petulant stubbornness.
even look that cold Jeonghan! I’ll be fine in this jacket.”
eyeing you ineffectually, knowing his advice falls on deaf ears. Tucking a lock
of hair behind your ear, Jeonghan sways your attention to the tree branches
bobbing outside the glass panes belonging to your home, attempting persuasion one
“Do me a favour
sweetheart and go stand outside. I know you’ll get cold, so why don’t you check
now rather than when it’s too late.”