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ᅠ ❛❛ AMBER’s CLAWS ───〃⟡ song taeyoon. rockstar idol. ꒰ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ─── street racer ♱ ᅠ
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ᅠ ㅤ 𓈒 ̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ the 𝙲𝙾𝙱͜𝚁𝙰 is not 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝅄 𓆗 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ㅤㅤ ۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 시온 ꒱ ۪ ݁ it is 𝗿𝗲͟𝘀͟𝘁͟𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁. ݁ ۪ ୧ ᅠ
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“i’ll order something first! be right back!” he plops his messenger bag down on the chair across of dylan before scurrying towards the counter, reciting his order, paid before scurrying back.
ah. a welcomed break from his torment. “taeyoon, hi,” he sighs out, practically melting into his seat. “sit with me so i won't have to die alone.”
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uhm. ( * :bunny_hm: ) the chrome hearts one would look really good on him.
god bless taeyoon. he forgot his belt at home and he feels naked without any sort of accessory on his hips. wanna help pick one out?
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he perks up at the sight of his friend, bouncing towards the table. “hi! fancy seeing you here.”
sitting in the corner of a café, half–finished with his third coffee of the evening. he's been working so much lately, he thinks he deserves to go to bed early. yet here he is, working some more.
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take one from his closet!
say, reader— got an extra jacket he can borrow?
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ou. did hyung post one too? i haven’t seen it yet. ( * :bunny_hm: )
do thirst traps run in your family or something oh my god
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ᅠ 📸 . [ ambersclaw.xn--6ii] IG POST : 💬 it’s been a day. i deserve the bubble bath. ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠, biding its time until the stars align, and the barriers between worlds grow thin. xn--59h.xn--6ii ᅠ ᅠ
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ᅠ xn--WORLDSGREATESTROCKSTAR-1… 𐑞 🎸𓂂𓈒 RHYS MOON . ° 𖤐 ᅠ
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he laughs at the dramatics, taking another sip and allowing the warmth to settle deep inside him. “don’t worry.” he’s beaming towards dylan; the face of someone who has nothing to worry about. “i’m not allergic to anything. i went for &.
“uh, something with a flower on it, i think. i just grabbed whatever dean had lying around.” he hadn't really looked closely at the packaging. it was something pretty— maybe hibiscus or rose. “don't tell me you're allergic—” &
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ᅠ ❛❛ peace is not the absence of war, ATLAS SERAPHINE ───〃⟡ idol. demigod; ᭄᭡𓈒 son of ares. ᅠ
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blows raspberries with his tongue out, trying to cool it down. “eugh,” he’s got no one to blame but himself, looking like a kicked puppy. “ … what kind of tea is this?” he’s taking another careful sip.
he can't help a little snort, patting the other's shoulder. “yes, really, but you can't do that if you die. be careful, dummy!” he'd been working on a new project recently— some beat up old car a friend had given him to play with.
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he sulks as he brings the mug closer towards his lips to take a tentative sip. taeyoon melts into the warmth of the tea and throw blanket around his shoulders, sitting lightly hunched and cradling the mug between his palms.
“you're just mad that i'm right.” sticking out his tongue, he nudges the mug closer. he stands from his spot with a little sigh, reaching for a throw blanket on the back of the couch to then toss it over taeyoon's shoulders. &
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though his eyes immediately brighten at the offer, “really?” and he’s trying to drink the tea faster … only to burn his tongue moments after.
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“and you nag like mine,” he pouts a little, but slowly sits up, a hand rubbing at the front of his forehead.
“god, you whine like my brother.” flicking his forehead playfully. he gets it, though, would even agree most days. “c'mon, sit up—— have some tea. might make you feel better.”
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