Mingyu never wanted any of this to happen. Minghao was evil. He had gone insane. He had hurt so many people since he'd last seen him, killed so many souls and taken so many lives Mingyu's sure he's surpassed him in murders. Minghao wasn't Minghao anymore. At least not the Minghao who returned his wallet. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 || completed

"since when were you such a twink?"

Where Mingyu annoys Minghao because he's cute.

"They call me wizard D•ck because, my D•ck is magical" "I'm not calling you that" Instagram AU

I want your soul, your body, your life. And if I want it, I will take it. You are my new toy and I won't rest until I ruin you. Enjoy my games till you can, because the end will come soon. /The story is set in somewhere before electricity, cars and ect. The small house is on the edge of a small village, near to the forest/ (Repost from my ao3)

"and you can listen to this, for all the sad times"

"Hey, can I text you?" "Uh... Okay"

Staring. He was staring again, Minghao could feel it, he could see it. He saw how the black haired boy who was sitting in front of him looked at him in the eyes first, focused on the story he was telling, and how his gaze slowly went down on his lips. "You're staring again ", Minghao let out in a whisper, his heart about to explode inside his chest. Mingyu's eyes widened, and his lips parted a bit, taken aback. He surely wasn't expecting this. At all.

How can you explain the colors of the world to someone who has never seen them? (inspired by the isolated-color photo posted on Instagram by minghao)