Guys
Now we know why Luhan did this:
It’s because of this:
He was working on his pose….
im glad he worked on it
(via krishonicles)
Guys
Now we know why Luhan did this:
It’s because of this:
He was working on his pose….
im glad he worked on it
(via krishonicles)
LAUGHING SO HARD I HAVE ACTUAL TEARS COMING OUT OF MY EYES OH MY GOD IM CRYING
HE COULD TOP TOP HAHA OH GOD CRYING
(Source: xing-xing-bling, via underonesky)
The great workplace dilemmas of our time…
—suho/chen ft. kyungsoo’s stomach (for lauren ♥)—
note: very brief mention of drug use and possible underage drinking, also middle-of-the-night writing and weird ships??? idk it’s a college party (not a frat party, lauren, sorry. we don’t have frats at my school so i’m used to regular house parties.)
“—YOU SAY I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE A BODY SHOT OFF HIS STOMACH!”
now, jongdae isn’t drunk, because when he drinks, he smokes, and while that shit had been okay during his first few years of undergrad, jongdae is a junior now. jongdae has Dreams.
plus, smoking kills.
exo for ceci june 2013
(Source: oh-luhans)
(Source: damnwufan)
“Holy shit -” Jongdae’s knuckles make contact with Minseok’s rib cage. “It’s him.”
They’re in the airport, waiting for the arrival of Luhan’s flight, when Jongdae catches the features of a face that shouldn’t be so familiar to him anymore.
It’s been three years.
Minseok’s nursing his hardly bruised ribs when he peers over in the same direction where Jongdae’s blatant staring is taking place. It takes him an extra second because of all the civilians rushing and bustling about, but Jongdae must’ve developed raptor-like senses because he cut through the crowd with bow lips parted in awe.
“Who are we talking about?”
Jongdae inhales, and the name leaves his lips like it had never left, like he’d never left. ”Joonmyeon.”
There’s a moment where it clicks into Minseok’s head, “The guy whose polaroid has been sitting in your wallet for…uh -“
“Three years.”
“Yeah - might I add how creepy that is - and you two were apparently a thing but -” Jongdae knuckles him again in the same spot and he shuts up.
“That guy doesn’t even look like him.” Minseok mutters.
But Jongdae couldn’t disagree any more. Sure, his hair is way shorter, he’s matured in the facial region (in the good sense) and his taste in style increased ten fold, but Jongdae knew faces - and this face was one he’d never, ever, make a mistake on.
Joonmyeon was always a unique kind of beautiful.
Jongdae licks his lips, wonders how long he’s been outwardly staring at the man across the terminal, and blinks slowly. Maybe, if he stands there long enough, he’ll be able to smell that cottony breeze during their last summer together and see the crinkles in Joonmyeon’s eyes when he smiles, maybe.
But maybe isn’t happening and in reality Joonmyeon is walking away, eyes fixated on his steps and not the twenty year old idiot gawking at him from terminal B6.
“What do I do?”
To that, Minseok can only offer the best advice a friend can give.
“Say hello and hope to god he’s still in love with you too.”
It’s been three years, and Jongdae’s bringing it all back to day one.
(Source: chanyeolll, via underonesky)
Sehun body porn
(Source: kaidashian)
It’s strange, Jongdae thinks as he shifts on the mattress, phone pressed to his ear, just how much a person could miss someone. Sure, he’s missed people before; his parents, his friends, sometimes even the elderly couple that used to live in the apartment next to his before they passed, but none of them compare to how much he misses Joonmyun right now. Without Joonmyun’s warm, gentle kisses to wake him up in the morning, without his adoring gaze directed only at him as he makes dinner or the lame jokes he tries to pass off as funny while Jongdae watches TV, without him, life seems so much emptier, like there’s a gaping hole in Jongdae’s side that he can’t ever seem to fill. At least, not while Joonmyun is thousands of miles away in Paris on a business trip while he’s stuck in Seoul.
“What are you thinking about?”
The sound of static crackles in Jongdae’s ear, slightly distorting Joonmyun’s sleepy voice as he yawns loudly into the speaker.
“You.”
Joonmyun chuckles, and Jongdae can picture him smiling from the other line.
“Hyung.”
“Mm?”
Come back soon.
(Source: sheepishchen, via kimjunmean)
x -
I will always adore how he refuses to let us call ourselves “Cumberbitches” ;3;
Why does this man not have a wife yet? He seems like a wonderful amazing fellow.
(Source: sherlockisthebest, via mazzathestrange)
