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Replies.

Seo Soojin: Not Replied (My Room)
Kim Jungwoo: Not Replied (Jungwoo K. Room)
Lee Felix : Not Replied (Felix Room)
Lee Felix: 
Not Replied (PMs)
Lee Felix: Replied (Group PMs)
Choi San : Replied (My Room)
Bang Chan : Replied (Bang C. Room)

Bang Chan : Replied (Highschool AU)
Kim Jaewook : Not Replied (Jaewook K. Room)
Kim Wonpil: Replied (Wonpil K. Room)

Lee Taeyong : Replied (Taeyong L. Room)
Son Chailee :
Not Replied (Mingi S. Room)
Park Yuri :
Replied (Office AU)
Choi Yeonjun : Not Replied (Yeonjun C. Room)
Han Taehwi : Not Replied (Taehwi H. Room)
Nakamoto Yuta :
Replied (Yuta N. Room)


Plotting.

Jung Yein: Plotting (Replied)
Jung Wooyoung : Plotting (Replied)
Han Taehwi : Plotting (
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Jeon Heejin : Plotting (
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Cha Eunwoo: Plotting (
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Jeon Jungkook: Plotting (Replied)
Ten Leechaiyakul
: Plotting (Replied)
Jennie Kim: Plotting (Replied)
Kim Hyolyn
: Plotting (Replied)

Description

° OOC Details:

  • GMT + 8 / Moderate replies based on time of the week due to work / Open to plotting, just slide into private messages!
  • 3rd POV only
  • Multi-para to novella (I try to mirror but please don't give me a one line response to a paragraph reply)

° IC Details:
Character is panual, personality can differ based on plot but will always be up to experimentation.

° Sample writing:
Mingi rose to a sitting position with a coarse groan, numb fingers finding their way to his forehead, massaging a migraine away as the sunlight crashed through the windows and splintered into fractions of polychromatic images. After a few moments, however, things began gaining shape and colour. He recognised a fairly nice room with fancy furniture that gave away the air of a baroque noblesse. Speaking of which, there was another person denting the mattress of the bed he’d woken up in. Once caught his volatile attention, Mingi found himself mustering the sleeping male. He didn’t look like one he’d hook up but who knew how that stranger looked like bathed in the dim light of an alley or the skittering neon of a club. Not that he’d remember, victim to amnesia he’d become. The liquid pumping through his veins at the given moment was stable and lustrous, surely toxic and maybe even radioactive in his own hazed memory. The world twisted at odd angles as he coughed up a dry chuckle and let his body sink back into the cushions, rolling over to face the stranger next to him. A smile shined through his words as his lips part to speak, voice raw with sleep and acid, “Who might you be, beautiful stranger?"

° Preferred genres:
A
ngst / Drama / Mafia AU / School-themed AU

° preferences:
Vanilla, : Ropes, handcuffs, Sadism/Masochism: Marking-Extreme Marking (Biting, scratching, knife play, hickeys), Spanking/Whipping, Denial, Master/Mistress (Vers), Breath Play/Choking, Crossdressing
* If I ever do a plot, aftercare is a must.

° limitations:
No bathroom kinks (Piss play etc.) / Threesomes or / I mean, nothing extreme like cutting off the or something, please.

[Plot Ideas] - SFW

1. "I don't bite." [F/M] School/College AU (Open)
Shy by nature, Mingi grew up in a sheltered environment being the son of one of the biggest companies in South Korea. Alienated to the workings of the world and normal human interaction, public high school certainly wasn't going to sit well with him. Furthermore, his visage wasn't one which invites company. Having his reputation precede actual association, no one in school actually dared to approach him. It was not until you came along with a smile and offered company for lunch.
* Friendship/relationship possible

2. "Hey, tell me a lie, say that you love me." [F/M] Angst/Romance (Open)
In a world where you cough up the favourite flowers of the person you love on your 18th birthday, with the flowers not stopping until the one you love loves you back. (Hanahaki) We've been best friends for the entirety of our lives now, growing up together, being in the same school and basically knowing each other inside out. Being best friends, of course we'd be privy to one another's love lives and the crushes that we both had. But that was with the exception that Mingi never knew that Muse B always lied when it comes to the question, claiming to cough up a different flower than what Mingi likes - roses. This was done because Muse B knew that Mingi wasn't in love with them, with the flowers he coughed up being another family of flowers altogether from what they liked. And they could only watch as the pain soon spreads along with the thorns of roses.

3. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." [F/M] Angst/Romance/Assasination (Taken - Kim Jungwoo)
"I'm scared." Muse A mutters under their breath, held at gunpoint with their chest heaving from heavy breaths. Get killed or run. Being placed at the top in the hit list was Muse A, the child of a famous entertainment company's CEO. But the one at the other end of the trigger was none other than Muse A's childhood friend, now on different ends of social standings due to the differing paths they took. And under Muse B's breath did he whisper, softly but confidently, "On the count of 3, we run." 1... 2... 3...

[Plot Ideas] - NSFW

1. "Hey, es don't talk." [F/M] Mafia AU/ion/College AU (Taken - Cha Eunwoo)
In debt to one of the biggest Mafia gangs in South Korea due to loanshark activities, Muse B had to choose between the two - to repay their debt or life. Being unable to immediately repay the debt, Muse B found themselves on their knees begging for the mercy of the gang leader, young but ruthless - Song Mingi. And he sees just yet another alternative, "What about your body, just for me?".
* Mingi is a switch, so it's up to discussion.

2. "If you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did." [M] /Angst/Drama/Toxic relationships (Taken - Choi San)
Being cheated on was definitely not a light blow for Mingi, having placed his heart out on a platter, doing everything he would for his ex-boyfriend. The favour only being returned with blows across the face, emotional manipulation and tears. After being dumped, Mingi found himself lost without that volatile anchor within his life, reduced to nothing but the self-fulfilling prophecy of being nothing but a useless hole his ex damned him to. And only with that did he roam the streets, finding hope in strangers' beds, until one night he found himself crying in a stranger's arms instead - clothes still on, accompanied with comforting touches.