_{hahaahhahahaha fuck your shit}

_{aw, you’re super sweet. thank you for hearing me out today, i really appreciate talking with you.}

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

_{[sms]: aster, are you still awake?}

_{[sms]: fucking got myself into an a-list i’m like the happiest boy alive omg}

Send ✘ for an unsent text

_{[sms]: HELL}

_{[sms]: O}

_{[sms]: HELL NO}

Send ☠ for a threatening message

_{[sms]: if you say a word about my typo im gon cut you like a chef cut his che es e}

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

_{[sms]: i love u}

_{[sms]: friend way tho}

_{[sms]: did i friendzone u soZ}

_{[sms]: i know im pretty attractive hWHAaha55555}

Send ♣ for a drunk message

_{[sms]: i hjsut got ur naems tatto on m y but t}

_{[sms]: 160814_32947n2342h43n908.jpg}

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

_{it was a late night winter, with his back slanting against the cold, solid wall. alcohol in his system, burning it’s way inside his abdomen. fireworks in the sky blinking shining lights, but yoongi just couldn’t be bothered with all that bullshit.}

_{“you’re not enjoying this, aren’t ya.” a voice nearby him didn’t surprise him, maybe because his appearance appeared exactly when the ripping sound of firework roaring out to the city. like seriously, why does all festivals and holidays always need fireworks? it’s just a bunch of temporal sparks rippling the oceans of limitless sky. sure, the way it illuminates at night is what they so called, “amazing, pretty and beautiful.” but to yoongi, it’s anything but that. it’s just there, emitting loud noises while shooting up, and he couldn’t see why people are so amused by it.}

_{like they’ve never seen a fucking firework before.}

_{“if my emotions could talk, it would shout a huge fuck yes.” he simply replied, hands waving the mosquitoes away from sucking on his blood, the same expression that he had on before still glued on his face, and yifan laughs a little at his expression, reaching out to pinch yoongi’s (unusual) pink cheeks and it kinda hurts. “shut the fuck up and enjoy it while it last, man.” yifan spoke out in a low volume, “we aren’t going to live forever.”}

_{giving out a soft nod at the other’s speech, it made perfect sense; and yoongi wasn’t given much choice when the older male pulled him up to his feet, pulling him by his wrist to the nearest bar. “being an emo doesn’t really suit you, so let’s go wild tonight; in a celebration that you’re going to be okay, and that you won’t pull that stupid face anymore.”}

❣ - hands

_{yoongi’s hands are soft after showers, though, it feels a little rough when his hands are exposed to too much air. his hands are very pale during cold season, but there’s still tint of pink remains. his fingers are quite slim, and not too big nor to fat or small.}

❤ - voice

_{yoongi’s voice can be deep if he wants it to. he can easily reach lower tone, but not higher tone. his voice are smooth to listen to, along with his pinkish lips that makes him seems friendlier in outer appearance.} 

_{yoongi wasn’t really surprised when he woke up and find jinah in his bed.}

_{of course, they lived together. she was his older sister, there’s nothing add much to that. just a simple, sibling, brotherly and sisterly relationship.}

_{and yoongi kinda blames it on himself now that he doesn’t even approach his sister anymore. maybe everything that’s happening is getting to his head. he’s hardly home, spending his night away in narnia, meanwhile his sister forced herself to stay up just to make yoongi tried those cookies  that she baked freshly just for him. and yoongi feels even more guilty when he arrived in a dimmed light house with his sister falling asleep on the sofa, trays of cookies on her lap. though, he pushed that feeling away to the pit of his stomach and climbed up the stairs to fall onto his comfortable bed.}

_{she must’ve came when i already slept. yoongi thought to himself. pushing the blanket further up to her neck. no early birds can ever lived the way owls do.}

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

_{aster’s birthday is coming up, and yoongi’s heart is anxious. sure, aster is one of his best mate; but that’s not the reason why he’s anxious. with his mind wondering to each and every conversation he ever had with the girl, he tries hard to think of something she likes, and it’s not an easy task. (yoongi always had mini amnesia, and it’s a pain in the butt considering how his brain freezes a lot.) a lot of time that she would mention things that she wants, but yoongi never really taken it to heart. guess it’s his own fault for not paying attention, but there’s one thing that aster likes.}

_{kim jaejoong, the former idol under sm entertainment.}

_{and yoongi never rushed out so fast, he shouldn’t never leave it to the last minute. he got the album wrapped nicely with red bows in a little box, and a large teddy bear with wide hands that the box would fit perfectly on it. and there he go, running his way to her doorsteps.}

_{he placed the teddy and the box on her doorway, exactly at 11:59. finger reaching out to ring a doorbell, feet running off quickly, and yoongi hoped that he’d received a hard crushing hug on the next day.}

but this song is just as good! keep listen to it and it will grow on you,  no lies.

_{oh, god.}

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♡ :Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

_{yoongi doesn’t have any marks that he’s embarrassed about, most of the marks are within his heart, and it is impossible to see.}