he falls in love with himself when the both of them are up in heaven.

he sees eyes that blink and stars that fall. written for the wonderful byunghunny on tumblr!! i hope you like it my dear;;;

zitao is a tattoo artist, and jongdae is his favorite customer in more ways than one.

jongdae likes taking showers alone, but zitao would prefer company.   inspired by that tumblr text post of putting a towel in the dryer for someone so when they come out of the shower they have a nice warm towel (◡‿◡✿)

loving zitao is not the hard part for jongdae, it's kissing him. this is really short and old idek why i'm posting it but i am so i hope you like it!! thank you, all of you, for being patient with me ;;

he is a work of mother nature now, still and lifeless in a bed of dying flowers.

the summer is a bit too cold for jongdae's liking.   “huang zitao, are you awake?”   sorry for odd spacing, the format messed up when i transferred it here. ♥

zitao forgets his umbrella, and jongdae forgets that his own happiness matters too. taochen. this is really short and fluffy and i am so sorry omg.

but what is color when it holds no meaning? honestly, i have been writing. but to be even more depressingly honest, nothing feels decent to put up on here, but i assume this will have to do. i know i know, the first thing i come back with is chunjoe angst, forgive me and forgive the lack of capitalization; blame it on lazy writing. enjoy.

"those hands that embraced me seem to be letting go."    X   one's abscence ruins a name; a life, a prescence. daesung/seungri oneshot. angst. thank you for reading~

“Why don't you ever come to bed?” gtop one-shot.