He’s So Beautiful^W^

My deaf ass asking someone to repeat what they just said for the 4838373737292 billionth time

I miss these guys

Shut up

lol

DenkiTetsu commission

(NOT SHIPPING THEM!) BOTH MY FAVS IN THE SAME PICTURE AHHHHHHH <3 THEYRE SO CUTIE

hey i don’t know how to use tumblr but here’s a redraw of that one challenger’s yearning scene as my glorious king chishiya :3

Chota meets Namgyu

The apartment was a dim little third-floor walkup tucked behind a convenience store in Itaewon. It had one couch (ripped), one ashtray (overflowing), two bedrooms (barely), and exactly zero functioning air purifiers.

Which was a problem for Tatta.

He waved a hand in front of his face, coughing lightly as Nam-Gyu took another long drag from his cigarette, sprawled across the couch in his usual all-black everything—black hoodie, black sweatpants, black socks. Smoke curled up to the ceiling like a ghost with no exit plan.

“Can you not do that while I’m eating?” Tatta asked from the kitchen, poking at a bowl of convenience store ramen.

Nam-Gyu rolled his eyes. “It’s my place. You wanna breathe clean air, go outside.”

“It’s our place,” Tatta mumbled, quieter.

Nam-Gyu didn’t respond. But he also didn’t argue.

He didn’t like saying it out loud, but having his brother around? It wasn’t the worst. The kid cooked decent food, cleaned without being asked, and—despite the occasional emotional outburst—didn’t actually annoy him that much. Still, Nam-Gyu had to keep the act up. Couldn’t let Tatta know he liked having him here.

That would ruin the whole “I’m a lone wolf” thing.

Then—

Knock knock.

Tatta blinked, head tilting toward the door. “Are you expecting someone?”

Nam-Gyu frowned. “Do I look like someone who expects people?”

Tatta sighed, stood up, and walked over. When he opened the door—

“Tattaaa~!”

A blur of blue shirt and khaki shorts lunged forward and wrapped Tatta in a too-tight hug.

“Chota!?” Tatta gasped, nearly dropping his ramen bowl in shock.

Standing in the hallway, grinning ear to ear, was Chota Segawa—his very enthusiastic, very talkative, very jailbreak-yboyfriend. Brown hair slightly tousled, laptop bag slung over one shoulder, sneakers too clean to be local. Tatta stared at him like a ghost had just shown up with a USB drive and a dozen cuddles.

“I hacked the train records and customs logs and boom—I’m here!” Chota announced proudly. “Totally illegal. But hey, love makes you do stupid things, right?”

Nam-Gyu, who had stood up slowly, now loomed in the doorway behind Tatta like an irritated alley cat.

“Who. The hell. Is this.”

Chota blinked. Then lit up again. “You must be Nam-Gyu! Tatta’s brother. Hi! I’m—”

“Shut up.” Nam-Gyu’s voice was low and dangerous, his expression unreadable. “Where’d you come from?”

“Japan! I mean technically, Okinawa. But I flew from—”

“Why are you here.”

Tatta gently tried to step between them. “Hyung—”

“Don’t hyung me right now.” Nam-Gyu’s eyes narrowed. “You just let a random jailbreak into the house?”

“Random? I’m his boyfriend!” Chota protested, cheerful but clearly nervous.

Nam-Gyu’s expression turned murderous.

“You’re what.”

“I said—”

“I heard what you said. I’m just giving you a second to run.”

Tatta stepped in, both hands raised. “Stop it, both of you. Chota’s not dangerous, he’s just… Chota.”

Nam-Gyu exhaled smoke directly into the hallway, eyeing Chota like he was a roach crawling across a fresh floor.

“IT support, right?” he asked with mock interest. “You ever ‘support’ your way through someone’s firewall at 3 a.m. with the cops tracing your IP?”

Chota blinked. “Once, but I didn’t get caught.”

Nam-Gyu’s eyebrows twitched. “…Not bad.”

Tatta groaned. “Can you two not flirt through threats?”

“I wasn’t flirting,” Nam-Gyu grumbled.

“I kinda was,” Chota added helpfully.

Tatta dragged Chota inside, half-horrified, half-exhausted. Nam-Gyu reluctantly stepped aside, still watching Chota like a hawk.

“Where are you sleeping?” Nam-Gyu asked, eyeing the two of them.

Chota smiled and pointed at Tatta’s room.

“No,” Nam-Gyu said flatly.

“Yes,” Tatta said, just as flat.

Nam-Gyu sighed, grabbed another cigarette, and muttered something about “installing security cameras.” Then he plopped back on the couch, lit up, and said—

“One wrong move, Segawa, and I’m throwing you off the balcony.”

Chota grinned, already plugging in his laptop at the dining table. “Got it! But uh—can I use your Wi-Fi?”

Nam-Gyu didn’t answer.

Tatta just shook his head. This was going to be chaotic.

dae ho means huge tiger!!!!!!!!!🐯

I am BEGGING the 4townie artists to redraw this meme. I’m sure y’all have seen this on ur feed too😭😭😭 Jesse and T. maybe? Idk but Jesse SHALL be the mad one.

Please please PLEASE any artists🙏🙏🙏🙏

(The examples)(Bullet Train mentioned🥳🥳)