prince disease


(170413) Minhyuk’s Fancafe update
(1) Because of my halo the picture won’t come out ㅠㅠ please help solve the problem
(2) No matter how I take it, it’s still the same ㅠㅠ
Answer: It is called the Prince Disease (t/n: being vain)
Ah I see!
(3) Now that I recovered from the Prince Disease the picture comes out well
(4) Heh

translated by fymonsta-x ϟ take out with full credit.


“…instead of trying too hard to look young. I want to look my age, but still have some charm. Just looking young as a “frozen man” isn’t as important. I don’t want to dye my hair pink and pretend like I’m young, like someone.” -Jang Suwon, 2016

anonymous asked:

I've just started getting into block b and I was wondering if you could help me get to know them/their personalities☺️ so far I know Zico, taeil, p.o and ukwon, i still need to YouTube them tho I feel like I'm gonna be in deep rip lol

Hi, hello and enjoy, cause it’s about to get crazy in here

Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve gone through the Block B fever them so excuse if I mess up on some points, I’m rolling on 2013 knowledge ^^’

ZICO - Woo Jiho

  • Since he’s one of the ones you know, I don’t think I will write much and most of it you will probably know.
  • A talented lyricist and rapper who is inspired by other successful artists such as G-Dragon
  • He is the blunt and straight to the point leader who works really hard to achieve success
  • Loves each one of his members, but is the closest with Kyung
  • He actually went to school with Kyung and they were best friends back then
  • He is fun and does not care about his image that much. He wants to be known as a funny guy who just happens to be dead serious about music
  • He can point out a mistake and pick a fight if something goes wrong
  • He does not put on a fake act to seem friendly around people he dislikes, but he wouldn’t be an ass about it either, pretty mature if you ask me
  • Affectionate
  • Talented
  • Likeable
  • Caring
  • BUT blunt and dead honest
  • Lead meme

If you want to see his serious side, watch the making of “Jackpot” <- it’s actually a nice video to get to know them

TAEIL - Lee Taeil

  • The oldest member who just happens to suffer from baby face syndrome (I know the feels)
  • A very dorky member, he has a special charm to him and he can get flustered quite easily
  • He is warmhearted, cute and sweet
  • He’s like honey but sometimes a bit bitter, you know
  • Every member loves to smooch and bother him
  • He has his little crazy moments, he likes to have fun
  • But he loves them too~
  • He’s like the baby of the group, how is he the eldest

Come and die watching this cute compilation, and have something sweet for bitter days /HERE/

B-BOMB - Lee Minhyuk

  • The sexy member
  • Has a nice butt and he knows it
  • He’s a bit awkward and evil
  • My bias wrecker *cough*
  • Mispronounced ‘dimples’ for something extremely inappropriate, I could send a gif but most will probably know what I’m talking about
  • He is a great dancer
  • How many times will I write ‘dorky’ in this post… Block B is all dorky so that’s a problem
  • He never can’t do something, and when he can’t - he can
  • He wants to be influential to people (He’s failing but let’s overlook that)
  • Loves bothering Jaehyo
  • Sexy
  • Awkward
  • Evil
  • But weirdly caring and loves to share kisses
  • Dork
  • Sexy meme

Watch him be evil /HERE/

P.O - Pyo Jihoon

  • ShaMeLEss
  • The youngest but he’s such a freaking boyfriend material
  • He’s a walking angel
  • Like he literally couldn’t stand watching another member clean up everyone’s mess (the loser had to clean up) and he ran back to help him, such a freaking sweetheart
  • He felt like Mino was better suited for Block B and also felt as if he stole his place, this boy gives me feels
  • Extremely derpy
  • Has a good fashion sense… usually
  • He was quite awkward for a long time, but he warmed up to cameras and fans
  • Will give you second hand embarrassment
  • He let a fan touch his eyebrows, this pumpkin >w<
  • Stanning him will bring you happiness and riches
  • Shameless
  • Sweetheart
  • Caring
  • Helpful
  • Awkward sometimes
  • Baby meme

Watch him help Jaehyo clean to have a nicer life!

U-KWON - Kim Yukwon

  • Mood maker of Block B
  • Shining bright like the sun
  • Always messes up something, but he’s pure perfection so don’t mind it
  • Cheerful and dorky (of course)
  • Loves to see people smile
  • Knows the ‘lyrics’(?) to Ievan Polkka
  • He is supposedly very innocent according to the members but I’m not that convinced
  • He’s random. He accidentally made a word ‘beup’ and used it as a meme in conversations and gave it a defiition. Tsk tsk
  • He is also awkward. Welp
  • But he always makes people around feel more at ease and it’s a truly beautiful trait!

Have a very fun day with this stuck in your head

JAEHYO - Ahn Jaehyo

  • Hates receiving affection from other members. They disgust him (What a loving guy)
  • He has a prince disease (In love with his own looks, very confident)
  • Loves Pikachu and especially his Pikachu onesie
  • He’s the diva of the group. He’s sassy and the failure of others amuses him
  • But also helped a few (two?) other idols get into the kpop industry, so he’s quite helpful!
  • He gets flustered quite easily, but he will never shy away from admitting he has godly looks
  • He has a dorky (omfg can I stop) side to him too. He’s cute and weirdly charming in his own way
  • Yes, he is my bias fml (it’s funny cause he’s not even my type wtf)
  • Members + Affection = NO
  • confident
  • Sassy
  • Helpful
  • Easily flustered
  • Charming
  • Handsome meme

Watch Jaehyo be violated by everyone

KYUNG - Park Kyung (A.K.A. Cucumber)

  • Can’t control his face
  • Produced all the Block B albums with Zico
  • He’s a mess
  • The derpiest of them all
  • I can’t really tell for sure, but wasn’t he like the most perverted member as well? Let’s give him that
  • His smile is contagious
  • His laugh is contagious
  • His voice is freaking beautiful
  • He’s one of the smartest people living, he may not look like it but that boy has a higher IQ than I could ever imagine

And proceed with /THIS/
Then finish off softly with cute little smirk when reminded that he’s the only one who saw Zico shower /THIS/


  • This group took a huge part of my childhood
  • My info may be old
  • But I’m sure it’s still relevant
  • Love these guys, because they need and deserve it

Block B is:

~ Maya signing off

anonymous asked:

Sorry for not letting this mpreg Laurent idea go but!! Following that, the Summer Palace could instead involve Damen racing ahead to arrive, pacing the gardens as Laurent goes into labour... The poor servants who has to serve him.

I’m picturing Laurent ignoring early labor pains and watching the road and Damen comes up behind him and Laurent is rubbing his stomach, “Tell me when the king approaches.”

He Wants Us Dead, Doesn’t He?

“You and I were sent on a quest together by the king, but now we’re horribly lost, and I’m fairly certain this quest was just meant to kill us.” Au

They were five days out of town when Genesis began to suspect the worse of their mission. He and Cloud had worked together a few times before but this was the first time they had a mission like this.

They had been instructed by the King to travel through the forest at the south-east border of the land in search of a flower he needed in order to cure the Prince of some deadly disease that had taken the heir from the public eye.

Keep reading


Monsta X: Gangsters.

Short description: All of them are in the “starship” classroom. They’re the “new Gangsters” and they created their own name: “Monsta X”. The actually rivals of “BTS”.


Son Hyun Woo (aka. Shownu)
With a good body, the best at gym class (specially when they need to use the swimming pool). Because of his body and his face he’s a bit intimidating, but actually he’s a cinnamon roll. The leader of the gang. Some people said that he looks and acts like a robot.

Lee Minhyuk (alias “The loud one”)
He has those two faces: The loud, childish kid who likes to talk and is soft VS the gaze killer, actually can be quiet at times, doesn’t care if he actually burned the entire school. Because he talked too much, teachers moved him away from the guys but he can even talk with the walls.

Chae Hyungwon (alias “Black Prince”)
Suffers from: “Prince disease”. The one who actually seems like a gangster. The girls in school like him, but they’re too scare to even try to talk with him. Actually he’s just a bit quiet, can be as strange as Minhyuk sometimes.

Shin Hoseok (aka. WonHo)
Shares his name with one of their rivals (Jung Hoseok) so they created a nickname for him. Suffers from prince disease too, but unlike Hyungwon, he’s flirty and isn’t quiet. In reality he’s a crybaby and can be as soft as a feather.

Lee JooHeon
Everyone thinks (because of his face) that he’s all cute and fluffy, and yeah he cam be, but beware… He can be rough when he needed to be. He wouldn’t think twice about using his fist to protect someone in danger. Even if his face can be a little intimidating too, actually nah, he’s just a normal kid that has swag.

Im Changkyun (aka. I.M)
He’s… The type of guy who can be walking all cool through the school hallways and suddenly he would just start bobbing his head and being strange all by himself and then suddenly stop and continue walking like nothing happened. No one actually knew he was in “Monsta X”, he was a secret gangster.

Yoo Kihyun
Why he’s even in “Monsta X”? Is what everyone always ask. He tries to act all cool and everything but he always fails to do so. Actually? He likes to tease people and can be pretty sociable, usually you can catch him trying to pull a prank for the teachers. There are some rumors that said he’s a good singer, but actually no one knows if it’s true or just a rumor.


Hi everyone c: I continued these ones, so now it was MONSTA X turn! Everything is just fiction and all, so please just take these as entertainment ^^ Thank you guys :)

Admin Miyu & Eileen


‘Daedric Princes’ continued…

Meridia: Daedric prince of life and infinite energy. I decided to give Meridia an Angel-like quality in this design (something that I think was started in Skyrim by giving her statue huge wings and being depicted in game as a blinding light) and also made her energy source a lantern based somewhat on the design of the dawn breaker artifact.

Molag Bal: Daedric prince of domination, slavery and patron of Vampires. The big bad of the new 'Elder Scrolls online’ game is the cause of all vampirism on Tamriel and I wanted to reflect this whilst also keeping his design close to his original description of horned and clawed and covering him in the chains seen across his realm, Coldharbour.

Namira: Daedric prince of decay, disease and darkness. Due to her relationship with the beggars I decided to dress her in rags and cover her eyes. She is thin, frail and sickly and I hope this reflects her nature of decay. Also being associated with repulsive creatures, she is usually depicted with having a small demon tugging at her robes, which I included here too.   

"Open up my heart" segment: Choosing the best PRINCE in SHINHWA (2/4)

0 ~ 3 marks: A person who has gotten the Prince Disease from others
4 ~ 7 marks: (Located) in the middle of a narcissistic and heterosexual (?)
8 & above marks: Prince Disease stage 3

anonymous asked:

What if all of Prince!bts are like childhood friends and when they meet up with their partners and it becomes a competition "My partner is..." "well mine works in...." "you guys won't believe this but mine actually..." I hope this is making sense

i don’t think it would be a competition, per se, just more of like ‘holy shit really’ or ‘i knew it you sneaker motherfu-’

“okay, so who first?”

“what do you think this is? natural selection?”

“stop it. we came here to talk, not to fight so let’s start with…”

“jeez, by the time we actually decide, we’re all going to get our arses kicked so i’ll just say, mine’s a maiden who worked by the bakery store down the-”

“flower shop?” seokjin ears perk at the mention of that particular shop because that’s the only one in the village and jimin’s narrowing his eyes at, “hyung… who is your court partner?”

aha, funny thing is, she’s the one working at the shop beside the bakery,”

“so the flower shop!” taehyung calls out, only to have eyes on him, “spill it, taehyung. who’s yours?”

taehyung bites his lip and sinks down on the bench, only to have jimin yank him up by the ear, “either you tell them or i will,”

“fine, fine, fine!” taehyung raises both hands up in defense, smacks jimin back because shit, that hurt, and then he says, “maiden who works at the castle after my mother thought her knitting craft was lovely,”

“was it during some annual celebration thing down the village?”

“are you talking about the one that happens every summer or fall?”

“no, neither,”


“i think so,”

“ah, then it’s probably that one,”

“okay, next,” yoongi groans, waving a hand and then it’s-“okay, who’s yours, then?” seokjin takes the lead to be the oldest, only to pin him with a look.

yoongi sighs and leans back, shrugging, “the new maiden that started two weeks ago,”

“holy shit, you work fast, huh?”

“what about you, then?” yoongi gripes, flicking namjoon’s collar and he should’ve known to just shut the ever freaking up-“tick tock, namjoon. tell us already,”

“i swear, you guys have turned into a bunch of gossping lads with nothing else to do with their spare time,”

“it’s that lady who works at the bookstore, isn’t it?”

“how did you know?!”

“i followed you, hyung,”

you followed me - cut the nonsense, then,” namjoon leans over the table, poking at the youngest’s forehead, “who’s yours, kid?”

the said guy only leans forward, folds his arms and smiles at them, “try to take a guess,”

“oh look at him - having the prince disease to be so cocky with us,”

“we’re older than you, brat! we’re not guessing anything!”

“then you won’t know,”


“…fine. it’s that girl down the-”

“restaurant? the one you visit so often?”

okay how did you know that?”

“i followed you,

“great, we’re all following each other. don’t we seem like nice people-”

“but it’s funny, don’t you think?”

“what is?”

“we’re all princes, who have fallen in love with commoners.”

“commoners are fucking amazing, man.”

“finally i have something to agree with you on.”

anonymous asked:

I was reading the brotherly love list and have some questions. 4 questions. I'll send them in different asks for each topic. Q#1 why was Tae sick for half a year? Since it was so long, was Yoongi ever scared about Taehyung 'not making it.' -Curious Anon

It happened when Yoongi was 16 and Taehyung was a freshly turned 14 year old teen.

There seemed to be an epidemic of a strange disease throughout town. It came, they realized, with a trading ship, who must have had some infected rats or something similar on board. The people didn’t know what it was being transferred through, but more and more started getting sick.

The Queen had restrained the people Yoongi an Taehyung could meet and had picked a select few chefs, maids and servants to live in a separate quarter to make sure the two of them would be safe from whatever epidemic was spreading.

Unfortunately, all the measures seemed to have failed when, one afternoon, after Taehyung had complained about feeling dizzy, he suddenly fainted.

Fever, dizziness, unable to focus, unable to eat without puking a few minutes after and stomach pain were just a few of the symptoms the doctor named as he looked the young prince over. Whatever disease was washing through the town had reached the palace as well.

Yoongi had been forbidden from seeing his brother for a month before he broke down in tears, begging his mother and father to let him be by his side. He’d heard of how awful it felt, of how much pain the people were in. He didn’t want Taehyung to have to go through it all on his own.

But the King still requested a full description of the disease and a statement from the doctors that it can’t be transferred from Taehyung before he allowed Yoongi to go to him.

Of course, as soon as the ‘OK’ was given, Yoongi ran all the way to Taehyung’s room and refused to leave his side for as long as possible.

Two months in, the first death from the disease occurred. 

Yoongi was sitting next to his father when the announcement came. He felt his blood run cold. He hadn’t known people could die from this. What about Taehyung? He’s been sick since forever. Is he going to end up like that? He’s going to be fine, right? He won’t die. He can’t die. He can’t!

Three months in, Taehyung was worse. He was unconscious for most of the day, would wake up from nightmares, sweating and shaking. He couldn’t eat anymore, so they had to hook him to an infusion pump to get him his nutrients and pain killers, his entire body was numb and he could barely utter a few words before coughing his lungs out.

Yoongi tried not to show how worried he was, or how scared. He needed to be strong for his brother. 

But he couldn’t help crying at night, scared he’d wake up to find he’s become an only-child.

Four months in, doctors presented the King and Queen with a medicine. A shot that had been tested on a number of citizens in different states of the disease, out of which more than 80% came out healthy. It was a risky move, but the Queen agreed to give it to Taehyung.

Their poor mother looked just as bad as Taehyung. She’d been spending almost every night with Taehyung, stroking his hair and telling him stories and holding him as he cried. She was exhausted and twice as scared she’d lose her baby. And any chance of getting him out of his pain was a good chance. No matter how small or big.

In the beginning, it didn’t seem like the shot was doing much. But soon enough, Taehyung lost his fever, then he stopped getting dizzy out of the blue, he stopped coughing every two minutes, he regained some of the color in his cheeks and he even managed to eat a cupcake and hold it in.

By the end of the sixth month, he was almost perfectly cured. He still coughed every now and then, and he didn’t have his energy quite back, but he could eat and play and run for a bit and laugh and jump on Yoongi’s back and in their parents’s arms. 

He was healthy again.

Paradoxical Harmony

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a/n: The OC has a name in this story: Alexis Yuen TianYu (元天鱼) which means “Sky Fish” so Tao will sometimes call you “Little Fish” or “YuYu” in later chapters.  Also Tao will call you, “Nanrenpo” 男人婆, which is an insult that can be translated as “She-man”.  Basically, he’s insulting you that you’re not feminine.  “GongGong” 公公, is the term imperial people used to call eunuchs, so you are basically calling Tao “dickless” xD.  

Chapter o1. Huang ZiTao

Accompanied by the obscurity of sight, musty stench flooded up your nostrils and clogged your throat.  You held your breath as your back hooked against a layer of plastic.  Drips of sticky honey and spice streamed down your calf.  A single motion heightened your senses by miles and lengths.  You curse under your breath as your lungs begged for air.  A whiff of rotten citrus welcomed its stay into your tangled body.  Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth opened, spoiling your last efforts of incognito.  In the nick of time, large hands clamped over your lips and successfully muffled your sneeze.

Gross,” he hissed in a whisper, his fingers stretched apart like legs of a spider to rid of your half snot, half saliva combination but he doesn’t dare to move so you ended up having to smell and taste the scent of your own regurgitation in his slimy, muddied up hands.

Huang, get your filthy hand off me,” you tried to say but under his clamped palms, your words were reduced to a stifled whimper.

In the most possible worse timing, a fly landed atop your nose.  Keep calm, Alexis.  Keep calm!  Your eyes crisscrossed as the insect’s legs traipsed one by one up the bridge of your nose, like an acrobatic performance.  The mere appearance of a blurry opaque dot was enough to cause your stomach to flip flop.  Your brows caved in and tears almost gathered in your eyes.

Hu-Huang…Zitao…” you stuttered and half-begged for him to swat the bug away.

To your surprise, the normally calm and cocky tanned skinned man flinched back in fear.  His movements squeezed bags and bags of litter until holes spurted out banana peels, unfinished soda pop, and half-filled plastic bottles.

“Fu*k Huang,” you cursed when something jabbed at your rib.

But he continued to bury himself deeper and deeper into the shiny black bags.

“STOP MOVING!” you shouted as the dumpster swayed back and forth in correlation to Tao’s frenzy.

On instincts, his limbs flailed and head jerked.  Goddamnit.  The fly was already gone but now the new dilemma literally shook you back and forth until you felt seasick.  With one last tug from the young man, the two of you, along with the quadrant of rubbish were sent flooding out into the narrow alley.  A strained groan escaped your lips as your elbow landed hard against the pavement.

“God damn it, Huang!” you got up, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled the tall, lanky male down to meet you face to face.

This was ALL his fault.  THIS WAS ALL HIS DAMN FAULT.  Triads!??!  WHAT TRIADS?!?!  Your head whipped from left to right with your predator eyes already accustomed to the pitch black without the aid of night goggles.  THERE WAS NOT A SINGLE FLY IN THE DARK ALLEYWAY (WELL, there was one BUT THAT ONE FLEW AWAY).

A drip of hotsauce trickled down from your heap of matted hair, into your eyes, and you screeched.  The male was subsequently released to free your hands to deal with the flaming sriracha that caused your eyes to spill of salt.  Beside you, the young man cradled his stomach and laughed his ass off at your mishap.

“I hate you, Huang!” you shouted, pretended he was the fly from before and swatted him away.  Though, he wasn’t in any better position.  His hair was now dyed a reddish brown, ash residue clung along his tiny porcelain face, and upon squinting, you could see a long gash running up his right bicep.

Argh~~~~” you kicked at a crushed can and habitually maneuvered your clammy fingers through your hair, only to get them tangled into a rat nest mess of a mane.

“I’m gonna kill–”

Two low buzzes sounded from both of your pockets.  Suppressing your wrath, you dug into your drenched cargo pants, and swiped the phone.


“Yuen, where are you and Huang?!” the impatient voice of your superior questioned.

“Coming.  Reporting back, right away!” you replied.

Throwing your device back into your pocket, you gave Tao one last death glare before crossing your arms and heading back to the police station with him trailing along.

Of all the guys in your department, you had to be partnered with the residential playboy, Huang ZiTao.  Not only was he unreliable and capricious, he also had prince disease and treated the job like it was a game.

“$@#%@$%%,” you cursed under your breath as the two of you stomped your way onto a bus.  Fellow passengers’ eyebrows caved in horror, a few backed away in fear, and some even went as far as to tell you two “beggars” to get off.  You threw the guy one of your fire-raging glowers, where your eyeballs literally darted out and the veins along your neckline had a life of their own.

“#@%@$%#%$%,” you mumbled under your breath and clenched your fists.

“Chillax, man,” Tao patronized, earning him a swift jab on the stomach, which you expected him to easily dodge, only, he doesn’t.  You raised your brow at him but sighed when the fire finally calmed in your heart.

Your head rested lifelessly against a metal pole as your lashes flapped shut.  You didn’t understand why God would allow something like this to happen.  And by this you meant Huang ZiTao and being thrown into not only the same training camp, squad car, but now being permanently teamed up as partners.  He and you…you and him…it was like two sides of a coin; they never ever should meet.  He liked mornings, you were a night owl.  He was a rich heir but applied to be a police for the thrill, you were dirt poor with the will and heart to protect and save people.  He was extremely laid back and you…you were a perfectionist.  Sighh…

“Nooo!  I almost beat the record!” he whined as his thumbs almost punctured into the LCD screen of his Vertu phone, which you could easily pay half a year’s rent with.

Same fate, different people.

You frowned and looked at him without bothering to disguise your eyes of pure judgment.

But really, Alexis Yuen TianYu, you’re just jealous, aren’t you?  If only you got a little support growing up, things would be different, wouldn’t they?

Sighing again, you let the abrupt halt of the bus toss your body from left to right.

“Come on, Huang,” you sighed, flicking your wrist purposely on his phone as you got up and smirking when he gasped and pounced forward to catch his luxury device.

You bowed to the driver in quiet apology for covering his vehicle with your stench.  He shooed the two of you away with his repulsive shake of the head.

“Whao.  Alex, ZiTao.  What the heck happened to you two?” one of your colleagues, Kim Jongdae, inquired as soon as you carded in.

You rolled your neck and welled your brows to your partner as if questioning him as well.

“Triads were chasing us so we went to hide,” Tao’s shark teeth glittered under the blinking fluorescent lights.

You scoffed.  Each step toward the heart of the station resonated with squeaks.

Your fingers traced along the door handle of your immediate superior’s office.  Tao knowingly knocked for you.

“Come in!” a deep voice answered.

With the swing of the door, the two of you stepped into the five-star lieutenant’s office.  Lined on the tips of your toes, you meticulously stapled the lonely patch of untouched rubber of your combat boots against the crystal marble, careful not to leave any soggy residue for the janitor’s to clean up.

The middle-aged man blinked several times, his eyes enlarged out from his sockets, peering from Tao to you and back again.  His lips parted but no words came out.  In the moment of silence, a banana phloem managed to slide from your disheveled locks and flop onto his desk.  It left a streak of sticky goo.  With an awkward and nervous laughter, you quickly cupped your hand and dusted it off.

He cleared his throat.  Like a dog would her trainer, you instantly popped your shoulders and broadened your chest up.  Tao did a sluggish replica.

“Someone explain to me what happened,” the uniformed leader clicked his tongue against his cheek and tried to sound as calm as possible.

You side-eyed your partner but he doesn’t turn to you at all so you resorted to subtly sliding your feet and nudging him.  He remained unfazed.

“Alexis?” the head called, his dwindling patience evident in the way his nose was now hidden within his shirt to subdue the stink enough to hear your explanation.    

“Um…uh…I…we…” you fumbled, unsure of how to explain this odd situation.

You kicked Tao again, this time harder but he just smiled in response.  Arghh.  How much you wanted to punch his face right then and there.  And lather doggie poo onto those pee-yellow strands of hair.  It was as if he couldn’t decide between going full out rebellious blond or stick with black so he settled for the color of urine.

“Alexis Yuen,” the low voice spoke while its owner tapped on his desk three consecutive times to gather your attention back from your off-tangent mind.


“We were running from a group of triads,” Tao spoke up in a super serious tone, plausible enough to make the lieutenant drop his stern approach.  You internally facepalmed.  Great, now you were going to have to write a ten-page report detailing why said triads were chasing the two of you when you were put on night watch outside the local brothel, located on the opposite side of the city.

Planting his palms against his face, the superior shook his head and waved his hand to dismiss Tao and you, “Written report in my office after the two of you shower, okay?”

“Yes, Sir!” you saluted, masking your yawn as a sigh of relief.

You dragged the lethargic Tao out of the office.

“And pick up that orange peel!” the older man ordered.

You leaned over to obtain it but Tao kicked it away.

“Ass,” you grunted and craned your back over again to fetch the soccerball fruit skin, only, Tao picked it up and tossed it into the trashcan.  It swirled around the rim before plopping down, like a basketball shot into a hoop.  You sarcastically clapped your hand, rolled your eyes, and stalked off to grab your towel and bucket for your long awaited skin renewal treatment.

“Out of Order.”  You read the sign, in front of the women’s shower, three times, before you forced yourself to take a deep breath and stalk off to the men’s locker rooms.

“Out of order,” you spoke as soon as you caught sight of Tao’s crooked brows eyeing you from head to toe.

“You wonder sometimes…who clogs up the drains?  There are only three women in this department.  One of them being the janitor,” the tall man laughed as the two of you waited in line to use the bathing facilities.  He rocked on his heels and hugged his bucket against his chest.

Two bulky men stepped out of the shower, fully naked.  Actually, they were fooling around and playing “who can grab the peeeeen” first while shouting, “no homo”.  Huang ZiTao’s head whipped around to target your face for any type of reaction but you didn’t even bat a lash.  Instead, you pushed forward without a single “excuse me” and entered one of the two empty shower stalls.  Tao entered the one next to yours.

Clothes were shed and tossed over the open-top cubicle.  Water splashed against your soiled skin; soap lathered into your love-craving scalp.  A puddle of greenish-brown pooled beneath your feet as you tilted your neck slightly to welcome the coolness of fresh purification against your body.

From your peripheral vision, you spotted an ivory-hued object hover over the stall.  A towel was thrown from above. Long arms reached out and pulled it taunt so that a canopy covered over the ceiling-less space. Your wet lashed peeled apart while your arms raced to cover your chest.

“Huang ZiTao, what the hell are you doing?!” you asked once you caught the familiar cat-eyes.

He secured a corner of the towel through a slit between the two stalls.

“Pfftt…I’ve seen bigger ones,” he nonchalantly teased.  A smirk appeared on his lips as soon as the befuddled expression casted over your face.

“Huang ZiTao!” you shouted as he slid down back into his stall.  His laughs echoed down the facility halls when you raged kicked the wall a few times in anger.

Curling your slender fingers around the top ledge, you pulled yourself up and over.  The towel rested atop your head.  Your legs dangled and your body pressed against the tiled wall.    

“I didn’t see anyth–” Tao amusingly began but gasped when he caught on to what you were doing, “Yuen TianYu, what the fu*k are you doing!?!” he hissed, slapping his thighs together and covering the in between ;);) area with his hands.

You snorted, “I’ve seen bigger too”.

Your partner’s mouth fell agape as you winked, stuck out your tongue, and threw your head back laughing until your hold on the ledge began to gradually weaken.  A swipe appeared from your left but you dodged it skillfully by dropping yourself back into your shower stall.  Your little toes wiggled in amusement, heart thumped loudly into your ears, and your lips trailed from one ear to the other.

Drying yourself off, you wrapped a towel around your body and tucked the end in on the center of your chest.  Your bare feet dribbled excess dewdrops onto the gravel floor, all the way until you reached the drawers.  Tao’s footsteps followed shortly after, awkwardly masking away the derogatory whistles from some of your male colleagues.  He stopped behind you, his shadow completely bleeding into yours as if you were two souls finally reunited as one.  

Without turning to observe him, you bit your lower lip and rummaged through the drawers for a small t-shirt.  Though, you had to admit, at one point or another, your focus faltered at the sound of Tao’s husky growl.  Still pretending to dig through the washed clothes, you side-eyed to catch your partner’s hand grabbing tightly and twisting another man’s wrist.  The latter groaned in pain, his facial expression withered in absolute torment.

“I wasn’t going to pull her towel off…I swear,” the guy mumbled defensively, though, you only caught half of what he said because you were too busy hopping up and down to see if any bathroom stalls were opened so you could be cozily clothed again.  

“What the eff are you two doing?” you frowned, throwing Tao another one of your signature judgmental oh-you’re-such-a-troublemaker looks.

Without waiting for an answer, you casually skipped away.  Your feet once again left wet marks along ceramic, much like a newborn baby’s foot stamps on their birth certificates.

The scent of daisies and daffodils amassed along the cilia of your nose.  Greedily, you sniffed in a few more times to rid of the nightmare stench from before.  Satisfied with your mini therapy session, you swung open the door.  Only, the door swung back and hit against your forehead.

“Oww,” you groaned, rubbing your bruise.

A partly smirking, partly furrowed-brow Tao hovered above you.  You raised your brow at him for the fiftieth time of the day – seriously, you were contemplating whether you should just get a left raised brow tattooed onto your face.

“There’s five opened stalls,” you announced blankly, unknowingly keeping your eyes upward to avoid staring at his chiseled torso, dripping wet biceps, and toweled covered lower area.              

His expression softened for a brief moment before he replaced them with a look of annoyance.

“This is my stall, Nanrenpo*,” he leaned in and breathed into your face.

“Oh, is it?  GongGong*?” you mocked back.

“What did you call me, Yuen TianYu?!” he growled, his adam’s apple rippled.

“What you heard the first time,” you sarcastically smiled.

The fuming young man attempted to pounce forward to grab you but you caught him by surprise and jabbed him in the stomach.  Your head rolled backward in full fledge laughter at his foreign vulnerable state.  


Immaturely rejuvenated by a simple child’s play, you grinned like a complete fool, plopped back onto your little desk in the office and swiveled a few times on your rotating chair to ride out the high.  Sometimes, just being able to bathe in lukewarm water and rid of bodily sweat was such a blessing in itself.

“Yuen, report due in fifteen!” your boss cut your mini celebration short.    

“Yes, Sir,” you answered.

But five minutes passed and you only managed to type the introductory paragraph.

Frustrated, you scanned the area for your missing partner.  Argh, where is Tao when you need him?  Oh…oh right, probably purposefully stalling time again so he doesn’t have to write the report.

You angrily jabbed at the keyboard, fuming and curating your own voodoo enchantment under your breath.  Another two minutes passed and you successfully checked off one page.

A dirty blond stud skipped into the battlefield, his lips pursed into a circle, whistling a familiar tune you can’t quite get a grasp on.  Intertwined in his hands was a takeaway carton wrapped in a plastic bag.  Though admittedly, you heard your tummy grumble, you shot him a death glare and emphasized your distaste by stabbing your fingers onto the defenseless keys.  

Tao casually plopped down onto his seat, next to yours.  The smell of honey walnut shrimp fried rice and your favorite wonton soup took your breath away.  When he bit the wooden chopsticks apart with his canines, your fingers effortlessly lifted from the keyboard to reach forward to the food entrancing you.

Chopsticks whacked the back of your hand causing you to yelp in pain.

“Didn’t get you any,” Tao smirked and began to slurp up his meal.

You snorted and backed away.

“Knew you were that type of a person,” you murmured under your breath.

With a sigh, you went back to typing and forcefully pushed back the idea of satisfying your empty stomach until at least after the report was submitted.  Only, your self-pitying thoughts stopped as soon as chopsticks appeared before your lips.  A honey dipped shrimp wiggled in front of you.  Swallowing your saliva, you tried to ignore the bait, but your belly roared over and over again.  After all, you hadn’t eaten since yesterday.

Surrendering to the temptation, you opened your mouth wide and leaned in to gobble the glistening seafood, but it started to swim off.  Tao playfully swerved the chopsticks away and into his mouth.

“HUANG ZITAO!” you shouted, raging in scorching flames.

He chuckled while you scoffed and rolled your eyes in aggravation.

“Of all the people, I had to be stuck with an ass,” you mumbled, once again taking your fury out on the innocent keyboard.

Sighing in contentment, Tao scooped a wonton into his spoon with the perfect level of soup base, blew on it, held his hand under, and began to maneuver it into your direction.  But his sincere plans were spoiled when a plate of avocado sandwich was gently pushed in front of you.  You peered up to see the residential nice guy, Zhang YiXing.

“You must be starving, Alex.  My treat,” he smiled.

“Thanks!” you grinned back and flushed a bit at the sight of his sweet dimpled grin.

Beside you, Tao’s face fell.  He stuffed the wonton into his mouth and mocked in a high-pitch voice, “Thanks~”.

Rolling your eyes, you blocked him out, turned back to the white screen, and, like a starving beast, happily chomped on your sandwich.  Crumbs and flakes flew everywhere.

“Jeez.  Eat more lady-like,” your partner cautioned, dusting the tabletop with his fingers disguised as a mini broom.

“Whatever, Huang,” you took a deep inhale, no longer having the energy to play games with him.

“That’s why you’re going to be a ‘leftover woman’,” Tao teased.

Your fingers paused for brief moment.  A hint of regret rivaled on Tao’s face.  But you blocked the negative thoughts out, grabbed a random binder, and hurled it at your partner who was already curled up in a defensive mode.

“Yuen!  Huang!  Two minutes!  Stop the horseplay!” the lieutenant tapped on his watch.

Immediately, you dropped the binder and settled back into your seat.

“Report’s not gonna do itself…” you sighed in defeat and flexed your tight fingers.

Tao pushed his food aside.

“How the hell do I explain the fact that we were hiding in a dumpster all the way on the other side of the city, Huang ZiTao?” you asked, not really expecting an answer.

“Pfft,” he started, took the keyboard from you, cracked his knuckles, and began to type with a forty-five degree smirk that you vowed to wipe off his face one day…

One day…                    


₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ I actually wrote this story in January/February (this was completed before Glass Flower) but didn’t have time or motivated to read through it.  Like I mentioned before, this story is a little more light-hearted and borderline crack.  The middle chapters (I think beginning end of chapter 5 [esp. chapter 7 and 8] starts getting really good) :D right now, we are still getting introduced to the characters!  

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