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@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San tenses. His only thoughts were those three words. Been drugged before. Wooyoung had to suffer this before? He felt his fists clench as he left the apartment. His only words to Wooyoung, "You call me. Not anyone else."
He did his best to lock up as he left. San calls his grandmother to ask her for her best detox dishes. She scolds him thinking he meant it for himself. San has to tell her about Wooyoung. Suddenly his grandmother becomes sweet and starts cooking for San. He tries to show him how to make it but gives up after his second mistake. "You better hope that boy has some skills..."
San frowns, "Grandmaaaaaa."

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ "No." And he's firm, as articulate as he can be. No, he wants San nowhere near Eric when he gets home. "M'fine, s'fine. Been drugged b'fore." He should be embarrassed, should be ashamed, but it's not the first time he's been drugged. Not even the second or third. He'll let himself feel embarrassed if he ever runs into San again. "You can go, m'good."

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San shakes his head. "Do you need me to help till they get home?"
He knew he was probably repeating himself but it didn't matter. He wanted to make sure that he was okay. His grandmother would certainly punish him if he didn't. His grandparents knew a nice guy named Wooyoung had helped convince him to move back in with them.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ He won't call. Eric's more likely to break in to Wooyoung's room to demand information on which stranger had left the note than call it. Eric knew that Wooyoung had worked tonight, and the other omega was fiercely protective, likely without meaning to be. No, he'd only call if he disliked Wooyoung's answer, and-- and Wooyoung really doesn't want his roommate to poison San. He's been so nice.

"D'nno," he admits, pressing his face into his pillow. It smells like sweat and perfume, and like he probably should have washed it last weekend. Tomorrow. He'll wash it tomorrow if he wakes up. "Works late sometimes." Or stays out. Like the plants in the apartment that Eric specifically warns him to not eat and to wash his hands after touching, there are some things Wooyoung knows not to ask about. Any time Eric works late or comes home after shop hours is on that list. "M'fine."

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San chuckles softly, "That you're not feeling well and if you need anything to call me."
He decided the note for Wooyoung would be a surprise for when he was ready. San double-checks everything in Wooyoung's room then the apartment. He comes back to Wooyoung's side. "Are... will your roommate be home soon?"
Every part of him told him that something bad would happen if he left. San didn't want bad things to happen to him. He'd been so nice. Someone as nice as Wooyoung didn't deserve bad things to happen to them. Only good things.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Awareness comes and goes. It feels like Wooyoung blinks and the world changes in the flashes. His living room. His bedroom. San. Darkness and the sound of rushing water. San. More darkness. And then San again, the only constant. Wooyoung almost says his roommate won't care. Almost.

"Yeah," Wooyoung says instead, voice weak. It's easier in the dark, everything swims less, even if it still feels like he's mentally swimming in soup. "Wha'd you write?"

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San waits till Wooyoung told him what pocket. He mutters his apologies before reaching in to grab the key. San unlocks the door then takes Wooyoung straight to his bedroom. He tucks Wooyoung into bed even going as far as to take off his shoes. San was only able to tell based on his scent.
"I'll leave a note for your roommate."
He makes a cup of water and sets it by Wooyoung's bed in case he gets up later. San writes a note for Wooyoung's roommate and then writes a note for Wooyoung.
"I'll lock up. Your roommate has their key right?"
San lingers beside Wooyoung's bed.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ “Basic dec’ncy.” There had been nothing kind about it, just pack mentality, stupid omega syndrome and basic decency. Of course Wooyoung had offered him that much. San lapses into silence then, and in the wake of it, Wooyoung begins to drift, falling into a stupor of sorts until San helps him back out of the car. And even then, it isn’t until they’ve stopped and Woo blinks a few times before he realizes—

“Oh,” he breathes. His apartment. Key. Right, right. It nearly brings tears to his eyes when, after a moment of befuddle consideration, he realizes why they’ve stopped. San doesn’t want to go looking for his key. “Gen’leman,” he thi—says. “Back lef’ pocket.”

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San chuckles softly, "You're kind of hard to forget. I can't forget someone who was so kind to me." He glances over at Wooyoung with a soft smile. He would of course remember him. San focuses getting him to the apartment complex. He carries Wooyoung up to his apartment. He tries to figure out how to politely get the key from Wooyoung's pocket. It felt quite... inappropriate to just reach into his pocket.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ “M’not goin’ anywhere,” Woo slurs with a sigh. He can’t physically go anywhere, at least. San’s got him, and he’s not going to be able to make it home on his own, anyway, not with how lethargic he feels, like everything’s at a distance and delayed. God, he hopes his boss will pull him from the schedule tomorrow night. And his classes, he’s going to have to call someone. To cover. Getting drugged was not in his plans.

He cracks open an eye, motivated by the desperation he hears in San’s voice. He’s quiet for a moment, mulling things over. Then: “Didn’ ‘spect you t’member me. M’name. You ‘membered.”

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San made his way to his car. He hold Wooyoung close to him but tried to keep his grip gentle enough. He made sure he was very gentle to him. The two wolves make their way to the pack apartment. "Can you stay with me? Please."
He knew realistically that Wooyoung might be getting to the point where he can't do that anymore. But he felt better having him talk to him. "Talk to me Woo. Please talk to me."

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Wooyoung makes a noncommital noise, shifting to press his face against San’s shoulder to block out the light and ease the disorientation that comes from moving. It’s harder to think than he expects, which-- well, Wooyoung should know better. He’s been roofied before. But not at work. Never at work.

“Pack ‘partmen’s,” he mumbles against San’s shoulder, arms squeezing a little tighter. “S’not far, jus’--” It’s just that verbalizing the directions is asking a lot. “I’m...in one-oh-eight.” He hesitates a moment, thinking back to the conversation he’d had that moment, then adds, “Roommate’s out. Key in pocket.” Because at least his boss had taken the time to stick both his wallet and keys in a pocket after calling the cops, just in case.

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San eases Wooyoung onto his back. "You have to stay awake to direct me to your place." He walked towards the door. San would have to come back to view the footage. Right now all that mattered was getting Wooyoung safe and home then he could hunt down the guy who dared to do this to someone as nice as Wooyoung. "Tell me what apartment. Tell me how to get there." San knew how to get there but he felt better the more Wooyoung talked to him.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ “M’awake,” he murmurs, even though his eyes slide shut for a long moment. God, he’s tired; a nap would be amazing. But the idea of sleeping here in the club, of sleeping it off here where he can’t lock his door and keep everyone away, makes his skin itch in discomfort. “Take me home?” Huffing out a breath, Wooyoung drags a palm over his eyes before forcing them open again. “Pack ‘par’ments?” He’s pretty sure that his housemate is out for now, but he’ll be back sometime tonight. He doesn’t /hate/ Wooyoung, so if he’s still messed up come morning, Doyum can probably help him get to the hospital if it comes down to it.

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San shakes his head. "Hey. It happens. Stay awake Wooyoung." He tried to keep Wooyoung focused on him. "Talk to me. I need to hear from you. Where is safe to take you? I need to know." San was worried that Wooyoung didn't have a place to go. He wanted to take him somewhere safe. Every part of him screamed to ensure this nice guy was safe.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ She glances to Wooyoung, lips pursued. “This isn’t the first time we’ve had to call you. There’s a copy of the footage available in my office. But my employee...” She’s aware she’s not being listened to, and after a moment of watching the officer with her employee, watching the way Wooyoung responds, she shakes her head and turns to collect the recordings from her office. Men, really. There’s a reason she’s gay.

Wooyoung blinks muzzily, focus shifting away from his boss’s receding ire and toward San. He almost smiles, but then the expression falls. “San... Made mistake,” he says after a moment, “looked ‘way. Know better. M’stupid.” He sighs, eyes easing shut. “Jus’ a cus’mer. Barten’er scared’m off.”

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "I'll need to confiscate the footage. Is there anyone who can take... your employee home or to the nearest doctor?" San did his best to try to sound professional. He did his best to focus on the alpha before him. He needed to do this right to punish the thing that did this to Wooyoung.
San didn't wait for her reply before going to Wooyoung's side.
"Hey... are you still awake?" His tone far more softer as he spoke to Wooyoung. "Can you tell me anything? It's alright if you can't. I just want to make sure that you're okay."
He scanned Wooyoung's face, looking for some clues about how he was doing.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Time passes differently when you’re drugged, Wooyoung decides, eyes focused on the wall opposite him. It feels slower than it should, and like everything is coming to him not only from a distance, but almost as if from behind a wall. Or a fishbowl. The noise of an arrival startles Wooyoung from his thoughts, and he glances up to see-- oh. San. It looks like San, at least, and Wooyoung feels the brief spike of relief that San is the one to respond rather than one of his human coworkers. There’s a reason Wooyoung hadn’t wanted the cops, and...and he doesn’t remember the reason now, but he knows there was one.

He feels more than hears as his boss steps away to greet San, tugging her jacket around herself, frustration and anger rolling off of her in waves. As an omega, Wooyoung feels that anger acutely, and even though it’s not directed at him, he can’t help the way he hunkers down into the couch.

“I appreciate you hurrying,” she says, approaching San. “Like I told the dispatcher, one of my employees was drugged by a customer tonight. By the time I was notified, the customer was gone.” She glances back to Wooyoung, frowning, then turns back to San. “I pulled the security footage to try to track him down, but it’s likely he left the building before security could stop him.”

@Jung Wooyoungᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ San torn into the scene. His mind is racing. He'd been upset that it'd been a member of the pack placed in this position; however, the description was so close to Wooyoung. He wished that it wasn't the nice guy who'd helped him, however long ago it'd been. San appeared at the door, scanning the room. It felt like he'd been punched when his eyes landed on Wooyoung. It was, in fact, the nice guy who'd helped him. Someone had... No. He had to listen. San had to follow the procedure. He couldn't just run up to Wooyoung.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ “Youngie? Honey, officers will be here soon. Can you look at me?”

Wooyoung blinks slowly, lethargic, gaze lifting to focus on his boss for a moment before he looks away again. He’s so tired, and he really wants a nap. But his boss keeps jostling him and demanding his attention, concern obvious in her voice, something about his drink... Wooyoung thinks he might’ve maybe been drugged. Again. And he should be upset. But frankly, Wooyoung’s tired and he’d almost rather sleep it off and save his anger for in the morning when he has the energy to spare to rage about it.

@Bang Chanᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ /hand in hand, all but dragging you along to our first stop, I can't help but laugh when we skip to the front of the line to enter, and I let go of your hand long enough to slide a few bills to the bouncer at the door
I've heard so many good things about the eye candy they have at this club but I haven't had the chance to come yet. None of my school friends are big partiers, like... Duh. We work so hard. We should enjoy ourselves!
/shouts the last line as the door is opened and the music is no longer dulled, thumping around us and resonating through my chest - the energy of the club immediately coursing through my body like a drug. I tug on your hand lightly, pulling you towards the bartender serving drinks.
Chaaaaaan~ Drinks! Let's go!

@Kim Hyeonjoongᵃˡᵖʰᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: saints - echos

　　Donghyun feels pathetic and small, curled up in the darkness beneath his desk, unable to stop the tears—though at least he's not sobbing now, though perhaps that's because all of the energy to do so has been wrung from him. His body aches and he's bleeding, but he watches the alpha as the alpha stares at /him/, tears blurring his vision but unable to look away.

Eventually, his assailant seems to have looked his fill. He grabs one of Donghyun's coats, a ridiculous thing when taking their differing builds into consideration, and drapes it about his shoulders before he walks away. Donghyun's heart pounds, unable to hear his footsteps for long thanks to the music pounding from downstairs. It's mostly the scent of the alpha growing less strong that tells the omega he has truly gone, though Donghyun stays in the darkness, in too much pain to bring himself to move and halfway afraid he'll come back even though that would be a deathwish.

His exhale is shaky, the knife cluttering to the floor as he wraps around himself and weeps to the empty room—though not empty for long. He smells Candy first, and then hears her alarmed shout.

He'll have to tell her not to breathe a word of this, he thinks before he succumbs to his pain and exhaustion.


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@Kim Donghyunᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ ˗ˏˋ now playing: boy pablo & andrea - i just wanna go home ´ˎ˗

If someone looked at Hyeonjoong the way he was, they would assume he had chopped a person to bits. There was blood not only on his torso but also on the shorts he had just pulled up, as he kept them halfway on during the action. Even his face had blood spilt on it from the bite, and wiping it off with his hands would only make it worse. Besides trying not to be killed as he left the club, he would have to figure out how not to be arrested once he stepped out.

But there was one more issue at hand before he exited the room. The sight in front of him was pitiful, sad even. It wasn’t his place to feel anything, not when he was the sole cause for the miserable state the omega found himself in. Still, he wasn’t heartless - at least when he was in his right mind - and it was hard to simply turn his back. Despite their differences and the other wolf’s job, in the end they were still alpha and omega, and after almost destroying the latter an instinct to protect him had emerged within Hyeonjoong. After all, knotting had taken place and he might very well be carrying his pup.

He remained in place for a moment, watching the scene roll out. The way the omega curled up as if to conceal his own existence, the sharp object pointed at him that didn’t seem intimidating at all, the tears. What was he doing? The best Hyeonjoong could do was to leave.
The alpha picked up a coat hanging nearby and placed it over his shoulders, trying to hide the stains in his clothes despite his frame being too large to fit into the garment. He then finally exited the room, his gaze firmly forward as he went straight for the club’s door. Before he stepped out, however, he turned to the staff who had welcomed him when he arrived. “The boss asked Candy to go see him in the VIP room,” he said, then disappearing in the darkness without waiting for a reply.

[ ] i think we can finish this here?

@Kim Hyeonjoongᵃˡᵖʰᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: lilith - halsey, suga

　　The scents of blood and and the remaining reek of an alpha's rut are all Donghyun can smell, the jumble of scents something so foul he can't help but breathe through his mouth, trying not to inhale too much of it through his nose. It doesn't really help, but an attempt is made nonetheless.

The wounded omega hisses when the alpha moves behind him, but thankfully the knot has shrunk away and it isn't... well, it's still painful. But it is less painful than when the alpha was panicking and tugged at the knot, threatening to rip him open worse than he already has. Donghyun stifles a whimper, teeth digging into his plush lower lip, as Hyeonjoong finally, /finally/ slips his length free.

The assault is over.

Donghyun exhales, his fingers bearing down on the desk with enough force that wood cracks. Strength that fled him while Hyeonjoong was taking what he wanted. The omega isn't sure if he can walk, but he won't show that sort of vulnerability. Slowly, he pushes himself up, off of the desk that has born his weight through the attack. Donghyun would almost be surprised, in a distant sort of way, that it hadn't broken if not for knowing the quality it was made with.

he moves to push away from the desk and crumples to the floor, the pain shooting through him like a lightning bolt. He pulls into himself, creating as small of a target as possible, shrinking into the darkness underneath his desk. He finds the knife strapped inside his shirt, a last ditch effort weapon—something he didn't even have the chance to grab for when he was trying to fight off the alpha—and draws it, holding it in front of him as the tears roll silently down his cheeks.

Perhaps this is the worst part: the aftermath.

@Kim Donghyunᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ After untying the other wolf’s wrists and making sure he wasn’t pouring out blood, the alpha started to wonder just how he’d make it out of that room. Considering how strong Hyeonjoong’s rut was, one would expect the knot to last for at least a few hours. In that time frame, it was almost certain someone would show up, either Candy after the night’s performances were over or another thug looking for his boss. In both cases, it was hard to believe he’d make it out of there alive. He had to make it out of there soon.

At least there was a positive side to the memories that crept from the depths of Hyeonjoong’s mind. The more he reconnected with his human emotions, the more his beast portion faded into the back. Love, regret, guilt. The feelings he had pushed away for years were emerging to save him from his darkness. The pain in his shoulder increased as the pheromone levels diminished, but his knot receded at the same rate.

He pressed his palm against his own wound to try to stop it from bleeding, though some of the crimson liquid escaped through his fingers. Every minute of that pain felt like a lifetime; he was used to being beaten up, but nothing was comparable to having his flesh ripped apart. While hoping the blood loss wouldn’t make him pass out, he felt his length was back to normal size, and a wriggle of his hips confirmed his assumption. Hyeonjoong was finally able to pull out and finish his torture upon the mafia member’s body.

It was hard to tell at first, with the different sources of blood that mixed on both of their bodies, but once he freed himself from the tight hole, it was possible to notice the amount of bleeding coming out from it. “Can you walk and ask for help?” He asked, earnestly worrying about his victim’s wellbeing, as ironic as it might have sounded. Hyeonjoong didn’t know exactly what he would do if the answer was negative, but he had to ask to be sure he wasn’t leaving the other there to die.

@Kim Hyeonjoongᵃˡᵖʰᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: propaganda - banks

　　Donghyun's sobs are starting to even out, the omega beginning to—to not quite calm down, but at the very least settle—as the man behind him is still, the sounds of his pleasure echoing around the room. It seems to drown out even the thumping music Donghyun can hear echoing from beneath them, pulsating into his muscles through the desk he's pinned across.

There was no chance of his cries being heard, or the sound of the assault that had taken place. There are no witnesses to his downfall. Perhaps Donghyun prefers it that way—there is no one to see his shame, his lowest point, the lowest he has ever ing been.

He lays still until he feels movement above him, his body going tense. The pained sound above him and the lessening of the scent that has been giving him a headache—too thick, too intense, the reek of a rutting alpha, as unpleasant a scent as Donghyun has ever smelled—clue him in to that the man above him is slipping out of the hold the rut has on him.

The tug of the knot against his already abused rim has the omega's eyes flying open, teeth gritted as he tries to swallow another noise. "Hold still, for 's sake, hold still," Donghyun rasps, too exhausted and far too afraid—though he'll never admit it—to start shouting at the alpha. Even if all he wants in that moment is to sink his fingers into Hyeonjoong's eye sockets and gauge out his eyes for the cruelties he's inflicted on the omega.

Donghyun is no innocent man to be sure, but no one deserves this. No one.

His breathing quickens when the alpha unties his arms. As much as Donghyun would love to fight, Hyeonjoong is still behind him and his arms feel rather numb, and not a pleasant sort; it's his turn to groan, slowly pulling his arms from where they had been trapped behind his back. He knows he'll ache tomorrow; it's a grim sort of realization that this encounter will last with him for a long time, be it in physical reminders or in his memories.

He doesn't get much in the way of respite before Hyeonjoong is stripping more of his clothes from him. Donghyun's heart rate skyrockets as he struggles to push himself up on an elbow, but the fear is somewhat assuaged by the press of cloth over the wound in his shouder. The bitemark that has been bleeding sluggishly all the while.

Donghyun's exhale is shaky, slowly settling back against the desk. It does him no good to try to struggle like this anyway. He can't risk any more damage being done to his body—he can't take more of this.

And maybe he's afraid of inciting the alpha's rage again.

@Kim Donghyunᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ ˗ˏˋ now playing: alec benjamin - one wrong turn ´ˎ˗


Pleasure invades Hyeonjoong as a strong wave that travels throughout his body. No matter who is on the receiving end or under which conditions, having his knot be taken in and squeezed by the tight walls is a blast of sensations. There is no telling how long it will take to subside, so he stays still, just enjoying the high. Unintelligible sounds leave his throat one after the other, ranging from groans to loud breaths. His beast is being tamed; it is a strong rut but a triggered one, it is destined to go away as quickly as it rose.

As his breathing calms down, his wolf features disappear and his scent gradually becomes fainter. Suddenly, another groan leaves him, louder than any other. It's different from the groans of pleasure - as the adrenaline runs out, the pain in his shoulder hits him at once, making him shiver in agony. He closes his eyes and rubs his face to recompose himself, his sight blurry once he parts his lids again. Besides the pain, where is he and what is going on? He blinks once and spots something crimson, he blinks twice and notices it's coming from someone else. He blinks for the third time and… Memories creep in like a curse that is back to haunt him.

"No, no, no. . No, no…" He lets out exasperatedly, trying to instinctively move away from the other man, just to be met by a strong pain in his groin. Right, the knot is still on - it is just like the scene from six years earlier, when his lover had to be taken to the hospital and almost didn't make it out of there. The alpha then focuses his sight on the omega he is connected with, and anguish takes over once again. It isn't like before, he reached a level of monstrosity he never believed he was capable of. He has just become a man worse than his father.

The professor grits his teeth to endure the physical pain while he tries to somehow cool his head. At least he can tell the omega is still alive, from all the horrors he hasn't become a murderer yet. He notices the tie around the wrists and undoes it, then removes the suit of the other man. He's aware his actions can be misinterpreted but his intentions become clear soon after. The piece of clothing is wrapped around the mafia member's shoulder, as a way to stop the bleeding. There are no words or actions that can excuse what Hyeonjoong did, but the least he can do is to make sure his victim doesn't die. He can't let his nightmare come true six years later.

@Kim Hyeonjoongᵃˡᵖʰᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: you should know where i'm coming from - banks

　　Donghyun can feel the alpha's knot growing, spreading his already abused rim even further. It's this that spurs the omega to cry out again, too weary to fight him but pleading with him to stop. It isn't the first time Donghyun's slept with an alpha, to be sure, but he hasn't taken a knot before and this certainly isn't the way Donghyun would have wanted it to happen.

He knows already that it won't help him, his pleads catching in his throat when Hyeonjoong drags him back onto his knot, hips flush against the omega so all of his seed will be taken by the omega's womb. Donghyun's vision is blurred, tears dripping down his face one after another as he trembles in Hyeonjoong's hold. They're stuck together, at least until the alpha's knot goes down and Donghyun—he doesn't know how long that will take and by then—by then, he doesn't know what will happen. If the alpha will come out of his rut daze, or if he will hurt him again.

Donghyun feels like he's going to be sick, but he pushes it down to the best of his ability, not wanting to vomit over the desk underneath him and risk having his face rubbed in it. He swallows bile and turns his head, resting his cheek on the cool surface of the desk as he cries, his shoulders shaking as he squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see the beast looming behind him from the corner of his eye.

@Kim Donghyunᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Hyeonjoong can feel the fear rising through the scent of the omega, and considering how close he is to the source, every note is a feast to his senses. He loses himself both in the feeling of conquest and in his own arousal, the two inseparable from each other. It only gets better when his fangs break the delicate skin, mercilessly smashing the softness and causing blood to spill out. He only lets go when his mouth is filled to the brim with the crimson liquid, to swallow it like a predator devouring his prey. The alpha then his lips, a wicked smile on his face as he indulges in the flavor that is made rich by the omega’s hormones and sweetened by his fear. His tongue immediately darts out to the wounded region, taking in more of the blood that keeps on coming out.

The taste and the brutal movements of his hips that never let down lead him to his peak; his length gradually becomes thicker, forcing the walls open once again. The on the omega’s shoulder must stop as loud groans insist on coming out from the alpha’s throat. It had been so long since he had last knotted someone, the sensation was making him even more insane. He releases the grip around the other male’s hair and holds onto his waist instead, instinctively pulling him close to make sure he’s going as deep as possible; his seeds are discharged into the omega’s womb, not a single drop going to waste while the knot keeps the two wolves together.

@Lee Jaehwanᵇᵉᵗᵃ () thank you for understanding ♡ let's hop into pms when you're ready