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his lips… for @actorjinnie ♡

he wiggle

i love this man so much i'm going to eat cement

omg i love them so much but please LOOK AT SEOKJIN MY GOD THIS MAN WAS PAINTED BY GOD ITSELF I CANTTTT

7 Fates: CHAKHO with BTS

it might be world expo 2030 busan concert but it’s kim seokjin’s world

Tom Sturridge as Nigel Colbie in LIKE MINDS (2006)

not me and my bsf jamming in her room and going crazy for this guy evrytime we see him😭🤌

so precious

Hyunsuk is adorable 😩👀

hide the scissors

I REPEAT HIDE THOSE SCISSORS

✰✰✰✰✰ dance practice endless bestie gifs 3/♡

fighting bleeding loosing

dlc — lee know

how does it feel to live MY DREAM

me or the ps5

LEE KNOW | LIMBO Stray Kids 5-STAR Dome Tour OSAKA DAY 2 [230910] for @snug-gyu bonus: colouring cos it was fun

underground king; m

⤷ Eventually you came to the realization that, if Namjoon was the king of the underground, you were as close as he would ever get to a queen.

✓ Couple: Namjoon x Reader | Boxer!AU and Gang!AU

✓ Filed under: smut, minor angst

✓ Look out for: violence, light daddy kink

✓ Words: 13,411

Author’s Note: guess who’s back, back again… guess who just edited this fic into the seven heavens and added about 6k more? das right

“Come on, (y/n), you won’t regret it!”

Hovering like a feather over your head, Yoongi’s proposal gradually fell into your consciousness. Quicker than you expected, the shadow of a frown was casted over your features and you found yourself rolling your eyes at his words, frustrated at his mindless insistence — what was that? The seventh or eighth attempt at convincing you throughout the last hour? Your patience was running thin.

Falling from in between your lips like poison, the bitterness of your response was enough for his mocking smile to wilther into seriousness, “How many times do I have to tell you?” you asked him, folding a particular shirt with more brutality than humanly necessary. The laundry room was already claustrophobic as it was, you did not need your friend pushing you against a corner and miserably failing to reach his goal.  “I don’t want to get involved in your illicit practices, Yoongi.”

An ironical chuckle exploded on his lips as your answer found him, his sentence already hanging at the tip of his roseate tongue, “Do you prefer to spend your sad Friday night being alone in your sad, lonely house?” he questioned, sarcastic. You nodded instantaneously, making him look you up and down — underneath the cool, flickering luminescence of the laundry room, his hesitant eyes scrutinized your rash, stubborn expression with care. “Folding clothes? Really?”

Your confirmation came as you folded the last piece of clothing — an orange shirt you swore you had thrown out already — and placed it on the large basket by your side, “Really,” you told him, picking the object up and walking towards the open door. You could no longer endure neither the smell of lavender detergent, nor the irritating irony from your companion’s part. Yoongi was your best friend, fair enough, but it was at times like those that you regretted one day giving him the keys to your small apartment. “Why do you care, anyways?”

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