Leave His Texts On Read, Leave His Balls On Blue. Put It On Airplane Mode So None Of Those Calls Come

“Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue. Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through.”

💃👻🍻 for moonsik pls :eyes emoji:

ssʜʜ.. ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ 》 accepting !!

💃 ; for a talent that they keep hidden. 

there isn’t much moonsik keeps hidden from others; he’s a glass house- what you see on the outside is very much what you’re going to get. however, he does have a talent ( if you can call it that ) for pottery tho it’s something he doesn’t broadcast nor is he really good at it. he does it for his own enjoyment really. 

👻 ; for something that scares or disturbs them.

he’s incredibly terrified of the dark– irony comes in the form that he’s out all night, but for that very reason. if he’s alert during the night time, there’s nothing that can catch him by surprise. even if he doesn’t share it with others, it’s something that becomes apparent when his band plays in a dark venue. he’s also afraid of needles - funny enough he has two tattoos ( both gotten while he was incredibly wasted ). 

🍻 ; for something bad they did as a child or teen.

when moonsik was little, he wasn’t a difficult child to deal with. he was very obedient considering he worked in a restuarant with his parents growing up. however, he did do one thing that his parents still don’t know about ( only his sister ). it was summer and he had just turned ten years old. his sights were set on a leather bound journal that he couldn’t afford. he stole it. to this day, he regrets stealing it since he never got to use it anyway once it fell in the rain and wet the pages in between.

❝ i don’t want to talk about it . ❞ the pretty boy & bora

angst starters | open!!

trickling thoughts and fumbling fingers. a moment of silence consumes his ever preoccupied thoughts. fickle ashes trickle the surrounding surface of his table as dainty tendons intertwine themselves to the nicotine feeding his system. he pleaded for an excuse, one that would numb out his senses and avoid the other in question. he didn’t have the mental capacity for mundane conversation or simply that of numbing sentences. he demanded attention, answers and a curt response to his questions. 

the dimly lit room was purposely suffocating for those that dared to underestimate his power simply on appearances. leo could be frightening, with hair long enough to shade the subtle glances of deception. he was angelic with deception, wings butchered from his back and horns to replace them.

another flicker of his digits and crumbles of ash land on the perk of his finger. a breath escapes his lips as leo finally decides to make eye contact, pupils focused on the individual. “it wasn’t a request,” his words are firm, direct. a harsh delivery because he doesn’t want to consume his time feigning his interest. “let’s cut the bullshit and all your excuses and answer my question.”

head tilts with a patience before sighing and leaning back onto his chair. “tell me why you were looking for me.”

sunshine ☀️

cuties uwu