mingyu wonwoo

I am not drunk honey; I’m just intoxicated by you.

kim mingyu

He's a gorgeous man !Mingyu and Wonwoo all i want.

wonu

he's just my everything.
my love...i know i'm not a princess but i want him into my life my prince.

LoveBite

The fact that Beta Jeon Wonwoo and Alpha Kim Mingyu hate each other is no secret. They're often seen at each other's necks, constantly threatening each other to the point that their friends fear if left alone, no one would come out alive.But their relationship isn't as shallow as one would think. It's twisted and convoluted, laced with secrets and unspoken agreements.They hate each other with a passion. So why do they guard each other's secrets with the same rigor?Does that make them lovers? Or are they still enemies?Whatever it is that they are, it's addicting.

My BEloved, man

When I'm nervous…
…I worry my nails. This doesn’t mean I bite them. That’s too obvious, and I prefer to project a confident demeanor. Years ago, I may have affected the biting of my nails when that’s what people assumed about me when they examined my hands. I didn’t mind fitting that expectation for people. Lots of people bite their nails. It made me human, like them. And fingers in your mouth, it sometimes looks cute, vulnerable, and even a little sexy. But before I did the biting and then stopped biting, I would run my fingertips around the margin of my nail and find a small weak spot, a chip, a ding, a miniscule damaged area. Then I would dig another nail in that spot and rip the white part of the nail off. It would leave a jagged edge most of the time and separate the layers of keratin, leaving an uneven stiff yet pliable membrane. I was compelled to keep peeling the nail, hoping it would become smooth again, but knowing it wouldn’t. Sometimes I’d peel it so far as to remove nail at the quick, making it sore and sensitive enough to bleed.It’s not a decision I make to worry them off. It’s an absent-minded impulse. I’ve done it since I was a child. And few people really notice. They are looking at my face, not down at my hands in my lap, not under the table where I might just drop the nails I pulled off, though now I’m more likely to sneak them into my pocket to dispose of later so my hosts or their robot vacuum don’t find them later.Finally, I got in the good habit of filing my nails. Working in a restaurant with food, well, it was the cleanest way to present my hands when delivering plates of food and beverage glasses, and I represented the business with every part of my body and soul. But if I left the nail file too long, if I didn’t take it on vacation with me, I would worry down all my nails. Starting with the ring, middle, and pinky fingers and following up with my index and thumb. It might take a day or so, maybe two days to worry off all my nails, leaving them uneven, raw, and unsightly.When I file down my nails, I can’t worry them off. I don’t resort to another kind of self destruction, but I used to pull dry skin off my lips and I used to do it in front of people, so much that my parents would swat my hand away from my mouth so I wouldn’t pull off a piece that didn’t want to come off and cause my lips to bleed. A constant supply of lip balm solves this problem as my lips are chronically dry. So there is a tube of it in almost every coat pocket, car console, and travel bag.I still do these nervous fidgets but they have been driven more underground. To think, it’s been over thirty years and I’ve never quite kicked these habits. What else can’t I change about myself? To be fair, I have changed a lot about myself, but some habits still linger.