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mini 19h
“Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.”* The officiant began, looking between the two of them.

Hongjoong broke his gaze, looking towards the man. “Romeo and Juliet ?” He inquired, tilting his head. Seonghwa turned his head as well, listening and letting the words fill him with the truth.

“Yes, that’s right. Act 1, Scene 1. That line is known to compare the duality of what real love can make us feel. It explains that initially, love is like a suffocating smoke developed in the mutual longing between two, becoming passionately full of soul and fire when purified. However, if you disrupt that, it introduces a vast problem. That metaphor illustrates the pain that can come when love isn’t returned.”

He paused, his eyes flickering between the both of theirs. “Love is truly a dual thing. As it is beautiful, it is painful. As it is intense, it is fragile. It must be treated with caution.”

A smile sprouted on his lips as he specifically directed his attention to the both of them. “What you two share is sacred. It is something that took root when you were children, and has continued to bloom over the span of a decade. This milestone is well deserved and I’m positive that everyone in this room says the same.”

“We are gathered here today to join Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa in marriage. This speaks on their dedication to the commitment and dedication they’ve put into each other. You two are so blessed.”

They both looked back at each other, their gaze locked on each other’s face, filled with admiration for the other.

“Do you have your vows prepared ?” The officiant asked, leaning forward with a smile. Hongjoong had to resist the urge not to burst into tears, full of so much emotion and readiness to call Seonghwa his.

“Yes, I do,” he sniffled, pulling the slip out of his pocket. “Am I okay to start ?” He questioned, looking towards the man. “Whenever you’re ready,” he softly spoke, giving Hongjoong a reassuring nod.

He took a deep breath, looking at his soon-to-be, then down at the paper.

“Seonghwa, my love. For years, I’ve watched you, waited for you, known in my gut that you were always meant to stand here, before me, by my side. After all of these years, –preparation, too– it’s finally real. I vow to be the rock in your world, the man who always provides, protects, and keeps you safe within the luxurious life you deserve.”

“I promise to cherish your timeless beauty, your spirit, and every inch of your body and soul, forever. My heart, my home, my name– they are all yours, completely and without question or any doubt.” He reached out to hold his hand, intertwining their fingers and softly stroking his knuckles.

“All I ask, all I demand is your unwavering devotion. Be mine, Seonghwa. Be my wife, my darling, now and always.”

Once he looked up, the sight of Seonghwa’s tears streaming down his soft cheeks was enough to make his chest heave. Hongjoong snatched the hankerchief out of his suit, leaning in and dabbing the salty drops off of his face. They were almost there.

“Seonghwa ? Your vows ?” Yeosang tapped him, holding his vows between his fingertips.

“Oh, right…” he giggled, turning to accept the small paper from his man of honor. “Thank you, Yuyu.” He said, letting out another melodious laugh, the guests returning his humor.

He looked up at Hongjoong with his sparkly eyes, squeezing his hand once, out of affection. “Hongjoong, my dear From the moment I first saw you, a boy I shared my high school experience with, my heart knew you were my destiny. I’ve dreamed about this day, countless of times. Since the first time I fantasized about signing my name ‘Kim Seonghwa’ on my papers, and now, standing here, giving myself wholly and completely.”

“Today, that dream finally becomes our reality. I vow to trust you implicitly, to adore you without end, and to surrender myself fully to your care and your guidance. My body, my spirit, my every breath– they are yours to command, to cherish, and to fulfill. I promise my devotion, my loyalty, and my deepest love ‘til my dying day. I am yours, Hongjoong. Your wife, forever devoted to you.”

If there was one thing that Seonghwa did, it was practically rip his heart out and willingly hand it to the other. Hongjoong couldn’t– he wouldn’t escape the feeling of passion that Seonghwa truly conveyed to him through his loving surrender.

This was a dream come true.

“Do you, Kim Hongjoong, take Park Seonghwa to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love them, comfort them, honor and keep them, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live ?”

“I do.” He promised.

“Do you, Park Seonghwa, take Kim Hongjoong to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live ?”

“I do.” He whimpered, fanning his tears.

Hongjoong softly chuckled, then turned his back momentarily to accept the ringbox from his best man, Yunho, who sweetly handed it over, followed by an affectionate hand on his shoulder. He took the first ring out, a glimmering, white gold ring, a princess cut diamond resting elegantly at the top.

“Repeat after me, Hongjoong,” the officiant said, Hongjoong nodding in response. “With this ring, I thee wed,”

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he softly repeated, sliping the diamond on Seonghwa ring finger.

“–and pledge you my love, now and forever.”

“And pledge my love, now and forever.” He softly said, bending down to place a chaste kiss on the ring.

“Seonghwa, repeat after me.” He turned, just as Seonghwa took the matching wedding band from the box, before it got handed back to Yunho.

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he began.

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he smiled, taking Hongjoong’s hand and putting the ring onto him.

“–and pledge you my love, now and forever.”

“And pledge my love, now and forever.” He finished, looking back at Hongjoong.

The officiant grinned ear to ear, stepping back and placing a hand on his heart out of adoration for the newlywed couple.

“By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the–”

Hongjoong didn’t hesitate to yank Seonghwa by the wrist, pulling him in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around his waist, Seonghwa’s arms flying around Hongjoong’s neck as he sealed it with a kiss.
JUST MARRIED//MINX

heheeh i wrote more and i'm happy
mini 5d
god, i haven't texted you in months
i pop in unexpectedly
and you just can't hold it in
you go absolutely electric
"we missed you ~!"
well, i know you missed me !
you don't hide favoritism well, either
you totally didn't have to tell
everyone about my shoulder tattoo
the one i got for you
and then promise to text me
TAB OUT AND TEXT ME
so now everyone knows we were a thing.

don't get me wrong, i'm not mad
but we haven't talked in months
and we hid from everyone for six
and now you're airing my **** on your live stream

i'm not mad
i love your attention
that's what makes it so hard
because i anticipate losing it again.
ever have a thing with a twitch streamer, only to be polite and say hi, him apologize on his LIVE TWITCH STREAM in front of HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE about how i was so missed, blatantly tell EVERY1 about my tattoo ??? THEN YOU TABBED OUT TO TEXT ME LIKE OH GOD, I KNOW THEY NOTICED CAUSE YOU YAMMERED ABOUT HOW YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO GHOST ME UGHHH

now he wants to go back to how we were, babe, it's gonna take time....

i didn't care though, i swung in and gave him a song he reminded me of and added it to THE playlist no hesitation stream stunner by ten am i a yearner guys sorry can you tell i had soju it's a wednesday i think what wrong with me at least i can type hehe
mini Jun 24
please, won’t you save me ?
save me from myself
i don’t think i can keep running.
tired, i think my legs my give out
cause you and i, we live for the chase

in this sleepy town
i keep things alive
the bustling winds and bullets
will never take me down.
just can’t stop the rush



LANA’S iNTERLUDE

i’VE BEEN PUT iN DANGER
SAVE THE WORLD
OR THE GiRL OF YOUR DREAMS.
YOU WON’T ALWAYS GET TO PiCK “BOTH.”

i CAN’T WAiT FOREVER
NO MATTER HOW HARD i TRY
iT’S LiKE WE’RE FROM DiFFERENT PLANETS
THE SiMPLE THOUGHT MAKES ME CRY

WHEN WiLL YOU UNDERSTAND
THAT ALL WE DO iS FLiRT
WITH EACH OTHER AND DEATH
LOVE iSN’T iMMORTAL



i can’t risk it
i’ll either lose my life
or lose the light
and i can’t live and love
and be content without you
sighs i need to finish smallville
mini Jun 23
As he slipped out of the car with his things, he rushed up to the front door. Before he could knock, Mingi opened the door with a raised brow.

Oh, ****, he looked hot. Also wearing designer, Song Mingi stood in front of him clad in a very… compressing Ralph Lauren polo, along with pleated beige pants and a lovely belt to top it all off.

Yunho thought he would die.

“I thought I told you to be cool off that engine.” Mingi leaned with his hand against the doorway and the other on his hip.

“Not my fault the Lamborghini is loud.”

It’s always a treat when Mingi dresses up. His usual boyish charm is replaced by this hot, masculine persona that would make anyone swoon, and Yunho was absolutely fawning over him. It was downright sinful to feel this way. His crash-hot attitude powered over the rest of him. It was truly captivating.

“You look good, Yunho.” Mingi smiled, his pearly teeth sparkling in the sun. Yunho could swear he heard the ting !

He softly hummed, smiling before being dragged inside and upstairs, straight for Mingi’s bedroom. The mansion was almost silent, save for the ventilation and bouncing echo from the marble floors and walls. Mingi held onto Yunho’s hand, guiding him up the grand staircase that they were so familiar with.
Yunho's casual stride felt so natural, though he knew he was overthinking every step, all for the sake of impressing Mingi today– tonight, really. The pressure was on, and not only because Yunho had to offer an entertaining ride, as well as pull off practically suicidal tricks.

Yunho let himself be pulled, his gaze fixed on Mingi the whole time. His bedroom was as big as Yunho’s, if not bigger. It felt so lived-in, with clothing draped over a plush armchair in the corner and books neatly stacked on the nightstand. The subtle scent of his musky cologne was so sensual, almost animalistic.

Mingi finally released Yunho’s hand, letting him set down his bag. “So,” he began, turning to face the younger. A troublesome smirk played on his lips, a pure indicator that he would be picking up the charm.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself at lunch. You always get so.. spirited when Hongjoong is around.” His eyes glittered, a challenge in their dark depths.

Yunho sheepishly shook his head, a nervous flutter stirring in his stomach. “Me ? Spirited ? You were the one practically glowing from all of the attention. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy being fed.”

“You’re like a prince.” He stepped closer, invading Mingi’s personal space. His gaze dropped to Mingi’s full lips. “You look hungry for something else, though.”

Mingi chuckled, a low, breathy sound that sent a shiver through Yunho. He didn’t back away. Instead, he reached out, his fingertips tracing the collar of his Burberry top, just barely brushing his defined collarbone.

“Mm, well, unlike some people, I don’t try to bite the hand that feeds me.” His tone was light, but his dark eyes held Yunho’s. “Though, I admit you were awfully bold today. It’s almost like you had something to prove.”

Yunho swallowed, the heat rising in his face again. Mingi’s touch was feather-light, barely there, yet it felt like a brand. He leaned in, his gaze dropping to Mingi’s chest. “Maybe I did,” he mumbled, his voice audibly rougher than intended.

The younger’s hand moved to Mingi’s hip, his fingers slightly tightening around the fabric of his pants. He could feel the warmth of the elder’s skin, the tautness of his muscle. He took in a shallow breath, Mingi’s scent overwhelming his senses.

Mingi’s eyes fell to Yunho’s hand placement, but he made no move to remove it. A faint flush touched his own cheekbones, his lips parting slightly. Yunho’s thumb began to gently stroke the small dip there, between his hip and his thigh.

Mingi leaned in, moving to whisper in the younger’s ear, but before he could get a word out, a small, discreet knock interrupted. All of the tension in the bedroom had practically dissolved, as if all of that just didn’t happen.

A soft, polite voice followed the knock. “Mingi-ssi, would you like your tea now, or later ?”

The elders eyes, which were still clouded with intensity, snapped back to focus. He let out an irritated sigh, clearing his throat. “Later, thank you !” He said, forcefully returning the tone, betraying absolutely nothing.

He finally glanced back at Yunho, who had put a bit of distance between them. He had a knowing glint in his eyes, a small smirk painting his face.

“Some things just have to wait, Yunho-ah.”

Frustration coiled tight in Yunho’s gut. God, he’s enjoying this.

“Right.” Yunho responded with a stiff nod. His eyes drifted around the room, trying to find something to focus on so he didn’t seem as awkward as he felt. “Well, it’ll be dark soon. Should we… head out to the warehouse ?” Yunho beamed, his blood rushing at just the thought of adrenaline.

Mingi smiled at him, taking his hand. “Yeah, let’s go.” He nodded, walking him to the door.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day. You’re gonna love it. My car’s ******* amazing.” Yunho boasted, giving Mingi that roguish look.
my car is so-*******-amazing.
mini Jun 24
it's pretty, i like it sweetly
girls are pretty
i like pretty girls like you
sweet to the taste
soft to the touch
more than just the sight
meow
mini 6d
there's no1likeme

you can't beat
straight smile and sharp eyes

my fans don't call me the leader
they call me their captain

cause there's no1likeme


hehe my love @no1likeme8_8 on insta
mini 4d
i didn't want to hurt you
so i hurt myself

if someone were to ask me what we just argued about
i don't think i'd be able to tell them
we just were

i had enough when you turned the lights on
i threw my headphones out of my ears
stomped to the switch

i asked if i could turn the light off
silence from your end.

silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from all ends. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end. silence from your end.

i just wanted it to end.

i don't know what came over me
i snatched the black crown i wore for my sixteenth birthday
off of the shelf
and i bolted to the bathroom

i took a sec to admire it
reminding me how sweet and soft i used to be
16 // 19
where did my happiness go ?

i didn't want to hurt you
so i hurt myself

i dragged the sharp combs
down my forearms 8 times
it wasn't deep enough to my liking so--

i lost count.
all i can focus now is about how much it hurts
it stings, i wanted to stop
yet, i wouldn't without the sight of metallic blood seeping through the skin

i didn't go deep enough
i got scared.

i stepped back out, fixed my sleeve, tossed the crown on the ground

are you done ?

silence from your end.
'if you wanted to harm yourself why did you use the crown and not the--'

you laughed at me. you mocked my pain.
which, i have no idea what must've been so funny about it
maybe it's cause i was crying

i was crying because i've never done that to myself. i never felt the need. i had never felt the overwhelming urge to put a fist in your face that instead i chose the urge to take it out on myself. but you laughed. you laughed in my face. when i asked if i could turn the lights back off it was just silence from your end. then you told me i was wasting my own time.
right. i'm wasting my own time.

i just tried to get my things done.            you're supposed to be my sister.
well tonight was fun ! i was just trying to write.

in all reality, please don't ever resort to self harm. i'm taking this to therapy.
mini 6d
It was eerie just how silent the estate was tonight. Save for the sound of the sleeping horses and the occasional cry of the night birds far across the grounds, there was nothing.

No pitter patter of rain, no distant voices carrying on the breeze. Even the manor was close to dead at this midnight hour. Only a few windows were illuminated.

Several of them belonged to Seonghwa’s ground floor suite. It seemed he was having a late night too. Only his evening probably revolved around glasses of expensive wine and cigarettes on the chaise longue beside the hearth, with a good novel in hand or a classic film playing on the mounted flatscreen across the parlour.
i love my seonghwa, i would give it to him whenever he wanted

little ponyboy..sugamins
mini 7d
As he got it ready, he glanced up to watch the Master and the horse.

Yunho was standing just to the side of Lucie’s head. He held out the sugar cube with a fond smile. Unlike with the apple, Lucie didn’t need encouragement. She saw the delicious treat and turned her head to pluck it off his palm with her moist lips. The ticklish sensation made him giggle. His voice was whisper-soft as she nuzzled against his palm and twitching fingers.

“Un pour toi, un pour moi.”

Mingi silently observed the boy as he stuck his hand in his pocket. He pulled it out and uncurled his fingers to reveal a second sugar cube. He brought it to his lips. His fingers were wet from the mare’s slobbering drool as they slipped inside his mouth to place the little treat on his tongue. When he pulled them free, a strand of commingled spit stretched from his fingertips and then snapped down onto his chin.

As the hard cube dissolved, Yunho scrunched up his face with a giddy sound. His lips parted to show almost every single tooth, and his eyes narrowed into slits. The intense sweetness made his fingers twitch and curl at his sides.

The noise he made caught the attention of Lucie. She turned her head again to bump her muzzle against his cheek. Yunho lifted his hands to hold her face.

He pressed his round cheek against the strong wing of her hollow cheek as his fingers scratched and stroked around her ears and down her neck.

Mingi thought he was about the sweetest foal he had ever laid eyes on. The thought made him snort under his breath and drop his head to focus back on the machine.
sweet little repost for my lovely yunho

little ponyboy//sugamins

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