august

مومنت جونهائوی بعدی‌ای که می‌تونم بهتون بدم اینه که این همون صورت فلکی روی صورت جونهیه و بهترین زمان برای دیدنش نوامبره. بلایی که کمبود مومنت سر آدم میاره.

اگر براش بمیرم چی.

Yao is warm, lively, and naturally easy to be around. She loves joking around and making people feel included, but underneath that playful side, she’s actually very emotionally perceptive. She’s the kind of friend who notices when something is wrong without you having to say it, and she makes people feel safe enough to be themselves. for dear roja.

ما مثلاً وسط ناکجا آباد گم شده بودیم و ضبط ماشین داشت جمنای پخش می‌کرد. ما بودیم و خدا و آهنگش.

Junhao for life

Junhao for life

این عکس هم فقط یه چیزیه بین من و روجا.

Touching meant more to Junhui than just a simple contact of skin. You see, Junhui was an anxious man—Minghao had noticed the way his breathing became a little ragged or his body trembled uncontrollably in big crowds—or even just near Jisoo when Jeonghan…

Touching meant more to Junhui than just a simple contact of skin. You see, Junhui was an anxious man—Minghao had noticed the way his breathing became a little ragged or his body trembled uncontrollably in big crowds—or even just near Jisoo when Jeonghan and Seungcheol were with him. He noticed the way he drifted off a little, getting too deep into his head like all of this was a movie he was watching and not the reality. So, obviously, Minghao had found ways to calm him down. Hell, he had even found him mid-panic attack once. He used to think that touching someone when they were anxious was a wrong thing to do—used to think that the unfamiliar contact would make them flinch or get defensive. But Junhui never reacted to Minghao's touch that way. It was quite the opposite, actually. He calmed down. He relaxed and leaned into his touch like he found it safe—and Minghao would just keep on touching his skin. Small, soft strokes over his knuckles or tracing his lifelines across the palm of his hand—or even the careful, gentle touch of his fingertips over his face and eyelids. He had learned how to stop Junhui from floating a long time ago. And it worked like always. Junhui looked a little more alive by the time Minghao was done kissing all over him—he had more light in his eyes, a hint of a rosy blush on his cheeks and much more steady breathing. He didn't look like he was stuck in an abyss anymore, and that was all Minghao ever needed. That was more than enough. “You know,” Minghao started, soft fingertips connecting the beauty marks Junhui had all over his body—beginning from the mole on his shoulder.“You have so many moles on your body.” Junhui chuckled softly. “I think I know.” “But there's something you don't know.” Minghao murmured, pausing a little to make sure Junhui was looking back at him. He stared at Junhui's eyes, fingertips still connecting the moles on Junhui's body and Minghao didn't even need to look down to make sure that he was doing it right—he knew Junhui's body like his own, or maybe even better. He knew he was doing it right. “What?” “That you have so many beauty marks all over your body that I started making up my own constellation with them.” Junhui's breath hitched. His eyes widened a little as his lips parted, staring back at Minghao in pure shock. “Your what?...” “My self-made constellation. I call it the Wen constellation.” Minghao replied, smiling softly at Junhui as he leaned down to kiss one of the moles on his body. “I don't just absent-mindedly trace over your body, Junnie. I'm connecting the beauty marks.” And Junhui just stared at him with his wide eyes, unable to get a single word out—until his gaze wavered, blinking rapidly as he lost the ability to keep eye contact with Minghao. He turned his head to the side suddenly. There was a subtle blush on his cheeks, his breathing was a little heavy and Minghao could feel the offbeat thrum of his heart under the palm of his hand. It made a soft smile form on Minghao's lips. He buried his face in the crook of Junhui's neck—completely lying over the older man's bare chest. Junhui held him immediately. “I just know your past life lover didn't just love you. They sure worshipped you the way you deserved.” Junhui shuddered at that, letting out a ragged breath before murmuring weakly, “Don't say stuff like that…” “Why not?” Minghao placed a feathery kiss on his neck before whispering in his ear, “You're beautiful, Junnie. You're more precious than you could ever know.” Junhui's breath hitched. Minghao felt the way his fingers twitched where he was still holding him, felt him shudder slightly beneath him, but he didn't comment on it. Minghao didn't expect an answer from Junhui—and he didn't receive any. So he just took a deep breath, letting the natural scent of Junhui's body fill his lungs as he closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the feeling of having Junhui so close—in the feeling of safety he had never felt in anyone else's arms before. And Junhui just held him close.

So... his lover wishes to his face everytime he wants something and they will always want junhui to love them like the first time they met?

So... his lover wishes to his face everytime he wants something and they will always want junhui to love them like the first time they met?

تا الآن میگفتم که لاور زندگی قبلیش وورشیپش میکرده الآن فکر کنم باید بگم وورشیپ رو به یک مرحله‌ی جدید برده.