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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

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What sick bastard doesn’t

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chuuya, whose love is so ugly that it breaks more than it heals. he loves in uneven rhythms—too much one moment, not enough the next—and hopes you’ll understand the pieces he doesn’t know how to give. // he sits across the room staring at you like he’s trying to decide if he’s what’s ruining you.

he loves you through slammed doors and raised voices, and sometimes, his love is guilt—knowing his world is too violent for you but being selfish enough to keep you in it. // he pushes you away just to see if you’ll fight to stay.

ENGENES jay is in the hospital AGAIN and will not participate in the Japan tour, and the boys are visibly tired and showing signs of colds according to Sunghoon, colds spread easily between them then quickly everyone will be sick!!! we can't let Enhypen have another comeback, as fans we will do everything we can to prevent this from happening, So today don't comment anything other than requests for Enhypen to rest and for Belift to reschedule the comeback use the #LetEnhypenRest, go to ALL social media and spread the message:

— @BELIFTLAB

How long do you intend to see your artists presenting health and physical problems without giving them a break? This routine of flights, commitments and shows NEEDS appropriate breaks. They are your artists, where is the care? This is inhumanane.

#LetEnhypenRest

@HYBEOFFICIALtwt @BELIFTLAB

We see the excessive overwork & exploitation of ENHYPEN. Their health & well-being are being sacrificed for your benefit, and we won’t stand for it. It’s time to end these inhumane working schedules and give them the rest they need.

#LetEnhypenRest

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when dazai’s freshly 18 he blows the mafia paycheck he doesn’t gaf about on an expensive engagement ring that he plans to give to chuuya as a joke to piss him off. but then dark era happens and dazai never gets the chance so he just ends up carrying around this ridiculously high quality ring in his pocket for the next 4 years. eventually he gives it to chuuya after they’ve reconnected intending to “complete his joke” except chuuya just unironically accepts it and they end up engaged for real

Proof that we have the best fandom&group relationship ✋🏼

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Hey idk if you've written for this before but isagi dating an itoshi sibling and I would love to read about that if its alright with you.

I love your writing sm💗💗!

“𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞”

a/n: thank you sm!!!

i was debating between both brothers finding out at the same time or sae, being the older brother, knowing that you were dating isagi and then it's just rin who's teh last to find out lol

(art credits go to yamakadatoomta)

you really thought you had it handled. 

the plan was foolproof: isagi would come over under the pretense of borrowing a book you absolutely did not own, you’d hang out for twenty minutes, kiss him goodbye at the door, and no one would be any the wiser. your brothers had no reason to suspect anything. sae was always mentally in spain, and rin actively avoided eye contact with anyone not shaped like a soccer ball. 

so when you opened the door and saw isagi standing there looking like he’d just been interrogated by the CIA, you knew something had gone horribly wrong. 

“yoichi," you said slowly. "what happened?" 

“i ran into rin outside,” he whispered. “i panicked. i told him i was here to see sae.” 

you blinked. “what.” 

“and then, then rin asked why i was here to see sae, and i said… to talk about… defensive tactics?” 

“you’re a striker.” 

“i know! i panicked!” 

“yoichi,” you hissed, dragging him inside. “you had one job.” 

before you could close the door, you heard footsteps – two pairs. heavy. foreboding. emotionally repressed. 

rin entered first, giving isagi the kind of look you usually reserved for gum stuck to your shoe. “he said he wanted to talk tactics with sae,” he muttered. “i knew something was off. he called him sir.” 

sae followed with a flat expression and a slightly raised brow. “didn’t even offer me coffee first.” 

you knew the jig was up. there was no salvaging this. isagi was sweating bullets, trying to stand straight like he was being drafted, and your heart was pounding in a way that felt less romantic and more like a cardiac arrest. 

so you did what any rational person would do in a moment of pressure and anxiety. 

you blurted it out. 

“he’s dating me!” 

the silence that followed was so heavy it could’ve crushed a small animal. 

rin blinked, slowly, like his brain had blue-screened. 

sae stared at you, then at isagi, then back at you. 

“ew,” rin finally said, voice flat. “seriously?” 

“yes,” you said. “for three months.” 

sae tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to figure out if he was being punked. “wait. you’re into him?” 

“what is that supposed to mean?” isagi asked, mildly offended. 

“no offense,” sae replied, looking at him like a very bland granola bar. “you just seem... soft.” 

“soft?” isagi looked at you like he was reconsidering his whole personality. “am i soft?” 

“you cried during marley & me,” you said. 

“that movie was sad!” 

rin cut in, eyes narrowing. “when were you planning to tell us?” 

“ideally?” you said. “never.” 

sae gave a soft snort and dropped onto the couch like this was suddenly the most entertaining thing to happen all week. “honestly, i’m impressed you kept it from him.” he jerked his thumb at rin. “dude gets suspicious when the milk moves to a different shelf.” 

“hey,” rin snapped. “i’m observant.” 

“you thought she was sneaking out to play genshin with friends,” sae deadpanned. 

“i did!” rin said, defensively. then paused. “… you weren’t?” 

“bro,” you said. “be serious.” 

rin ran a hand down his face and looked at isagi like he was mentally picturing him being thrown off a cliff. “so what, you just lied to me for three months?” 

“you terrorized my last boyfriend,” you shot back. “he bought you a cake and you said it tasted like lies.” 

“it did.” 

“it was vanilla.” 

“exactly.” 

isagi cleared his throat. “look, i get it. if i had a little sister, i’d be protective too.” 

rin looked him dead in the eye. “you don’t. and now you never will.” 

“that doesn’t make any sense,” isagi whispered. 

“stop threatening my boyfriend,” you muttered, elbowing rin’s side. 

sae, who had somehow taken one of the snack bags out of isagi’s plastic bag like this was a matinee show, spoke up. “as long as he doesn’t screw up, i don’t care. it’s actually kind of cute. tragic. but cute.” 

you stared at him. “tragic?” 

“i just know it’s going to be so awkward when you break up,” sae said casually, like he was talking about the weather. 

“why would we break up?” you asked. 

“statistically speaking,” he shrugged, popping a chip in his mouth. 

“okay, thanks for the support, father of the year.” 

isagi, visibly fighting for his life, spoke up again. “for the record, i really care about her. and i’m serious. like… serious-serious.” 

rin stared. 

sae nodded like a dad giving half-hearted approval at a little league game. 

“hm,” sae said. “just don’t get caught making out in the living room.” 

“or the kitchen,” rin added. “i still have to eat there.” 

you groaned and threw your head back. “can we not visualize that right now?” 

rin muttered something that sounded like “disgusting” under his breath, while sae stood up, stole another snack, and wandered off like nothing happened. 

isagi sagged into the couch beside you, shell-shocked. “i think i aged ten years.” 

“you handled it like a champ,” you said, patting his thigh. 

“really?” 

“no.” 

but you smiled, and he smiled back, and despite the chaos, you felt oddly okay. 

because if your brothers were willing to tolerate isagi, even after all this? maybe it was love after all.  

or at least enough to survive the next family dinner. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

sae knowing about your little crush on him and making you nervous on purpose. he stands just a little closer than usual, brushes up against you when he walks by, puts his hand on the small of your back. just to listen to your breath hitch, to watch you straighten, your eyes widen, a ghost of a smile on his face at every reaction you make