Title: Danger
Artist: Bangtan
Album: Dark & Wild
Played: 20,946 plays
Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.
- Wisdom from: (via cumjoonmyeon)
Jealous messages

[MSG]: Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?
[MSG]: I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.
[MSG]: What do you see in that guy/girl?
[MSG]: (S)he's kind of hot... you think?
[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?
[MSG]: When's the wedding?
[MSG]: I heard you and ___ are an item.
[MSG]: Is there... someone else?
[MSG]: I never agreed to an open relationship!
[MSG]: Does she do that thing that I do for you?
[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.
[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.
[MSG]: How serious is it between you two?
[MSG]: You've been spending a lot of time with ___ recently.
[MSG]: So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.
[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?
[MSG]: Who's better in bed, me or him/her?
[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.
[MSG]: You're just a slut.
[MSG]: Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...
Its not just about sex… Don’t get me wrong sex is fucking great… But when you have a connection with someone… When you feel so strong for someone… Just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak… You just cant beat that…
- Wisdom from: (via sujibxe)
I’d like to destroy you a few times in bed.
- Wisdom from: Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro.  (via wordsnquotes)
看不見你的笑 我怎麼睡的著
- Wisdom from: How do I fall asleep without seeing your smile. (via haooyao)

quiestuan:

'Well I thought about that, yeah.' he told him in such a way that it might've seem as if he wasn't sure about that, just in hope the other would think less of him as an idiot. 'I'd either visit the hospital after that was fixed, if it'd still hurt by then or I would just wrap some bandages around it and leave it like that, they probably wont do much more than that anyway right?'  he muttered and glanced around shortly before speaking up again. 'Why would they have to operate? I mean, don't they just push it back in place, I once saw this thing on TV about how when they have something like this, they just push it back in place and that's it. I could do that at home too right?' he spoke, trying to use the most bright tone he was able to, wanting to make it seem as though it was less serious, more to convince himself than the younger.

As the other now had a small talk with the female behind the counter, her tried his best to pick up the small words that could possibly lead to him somewhat understanding what was going on. But seeing by the way she pulled out a white paper, he figured he had to fill things in, however eventually he realized it was harder than expected, being right-handed, and having his right hand pretty.. occupied— with pain that was— it’d be hard for him to write, however the younger had already taken care of that before he could even blink.

Once dragged along, the younger spoke up again, making him turn his head in curiosity, assuming he’d tell him what the female had told the younger, which came true as expected, though the words were less pleasing to him. ‘Spend the night? Why, I dont hurt my hand, just some medicine and bandages and I should be good to go.. I can walk and think and I won’t die, not being able to use this hand. I  dont want to stay here.’ he admitted, now actually growing more and more nervous with each passing second. 

'I don't like that, we should just go home instead, maybe this was a mistake.' he rambled, something that didnt happen often unless nervous or highly uncomfortable, such as now. 'I'll fix it at home, let's go back.' he stated and had already turned himself around to walk away from the younger, hoping he wouldnt catch him and stop him from leaving.

He was sure that the other would complain. But he didn’t seem to realize the severity of his injuries, which was dangerous for him. It’s not because there were no open wounds that it wasn’t serious. He sighed, and walked forward a little more. “You have broken bones. You were lucky that your bones didn’t pierce your skin, that’s all. Meanwhile, you probably have cerebrospinal fluid that wanders into your blood. I don’t know much about Medicine, but I don’t think that’s normal. Not to mention the nerves that are likely to be affected,” he explained, turning in another hallway.

The rapper didn’t think he was exaggerating his words. As they approached the right room, he let go of the wrist of the other, who used this opportunity to complain some more and turn around. “Hey, where you going?”, Jackson couldn’t believe what he was seeing; the other was just planning to go back home like that. “Come back here, you asshole,” quickly, he caught up with him and grabbed his wrist again, pulling him in the right direction.

"Stop being a baby. Since when are you doctor? Do you know something about fractures? Stop talking shit and stay here," he growled, pushing the door of the radiology room. "Keep it up, and you’ll have to learn how to write with your left hand, silly," he forced him to sit on a chair. "You don’t move. I’ll go get someone to take care of you. I swear that if I come back and that your butt is no longer on that fucking chair, I’ll break your other hand," he threatened, turning on his heel to head for a man in a white coat, holding out to him the sheet that the nurse gave him earlier.

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