the air i breathe

Kill and run, I'm one of the dirty guns Kill and run, a bullet through your heart

huang  z i t a o

You are the best parts of all the songs I love.

I envy the cup of coffee that gets to kiss your sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning.

tear me apart and do it again tomorrow

... you’ll always land right in these arms, these arms of mine

sekai fanmix; not a bad thing [ listen ]

i. anywhere but here - safetysuit | ii. wish i was your lover - enrique iglesias | iii. meant to be - parachute | iv. not a bad thing - justin timberlake | v. temple of thoughts - poets of the fall | vi. insatiable - darren hayes | vii. kiss me - ed sheeran | viii. i'm yours - the script

sekai; let's be nothing; i heard it lasts forever

Jongin sat on a free chair beside Kris, letting his eyes scan the space around him.

There was a small stage a few tables away from him; it was probably where the evening’s performer was supposed to perform. Dim lighting made the room seem hazy.

When Jongin finally turned his eyes away from the stage and paid attention to his companions instead, they were having a quiet conversation, whispering to each others with lowered voices that Jongin couldn't possibly hear. He leaned spontaneously forward trying to catch even one word or a sentence, but Kris noticed his attempt and fell silent; so did the others.

Jongin rised his eyebrows.

“Who’s the performer?” he asked, trying to read the answer from Kris’ face.

“Oh Sehun, your next client”, the older man said, a little smile rising on his lips. “A great pianist, I have to admit, but what an awful character… Don't worry, I’m sure you’ll get along well enough.”

Jongin opened his mouth but closed it without saying a word.

Great. Just great.

why won’t you talk to me

shot me down with the love and it went pow-pow

It definitely wasn’t Jongin’s fault he couldn’t stop staring at Sehun. And it clearly wasn’t Sehun’s fault he couldn’t keep his hands off Jongin.

mess me up so good until i'm begging for more

maybe it's this ocean view

"if i am your heart, imagine me inside, beating, pumping, loving"

everything just disappears, disappears, disappears, disappears