A collaboration of all of Key’s rap parts.
(Source: receivinglight)
(Source: prettypthings)
@ Janes-tales:
Gets off you and blinks innocently, putting on an angelic smile.
“I have this amazing idea, unnie~”
Suddenly, there was an evil aura around me as I throw my fists into the air.
“LET’S PAINTBALL KIBUM’S WARDROBE!!!”
I personally think I have the best ideas in the world, sometimes.
My eyes widened. “Ani~ Please pick something else. Something not so permanent, because then I’ll have to try to wash it out” I pleaded, rather than asked. I tried to scrounge any form of an idea that would possibly substitute. “How about switch his colored hair dye? Like pink or something?”I pouted. Please just choose something else….
Thinks for a while. As tempting as it was to coat his clothes in green and watch his face mould into sheer horror, I can’t put you in danger of his girly blood curdling shrieks. Sigh. Well there goes that plan.
Wait … what? Hair dye, aye? Smiles evilly. Not bad, not bad at all. But his clothes. all too tempting to ignore. Hmmm …
But of course … silly me. How could I forget such a simple idea that even makes me want to rip my hair out. Oh fun, fun, fun.
“Two things, since paintballing requires paint and ruining his clothes we have to do two things to make up for it.”
Helps you up and brushes some grass off you.
“One, if dying his hair a bright bright blue. Two, and I’ll take full blow of his diva-ness for this, I’m going to put Coco into his closet.”
When you accepted my offer, I then relaxed, my muscles following in suit. “I can live with that on my conscience. But as long as they are not permanent.” I made that clear, as I continued to brush off and dry, and then I squeezed the rest of the remaining water from your shirt.
“Hehe. They weren’t be permanent, but Coco’s fur will be problematic for him.”
Grins and helps you get some more grass off you. Well this will be amusing.
“What are the chances of blue hair looking good on him?” I asked, bemused. “I swear, if he rocks it well, I’m drawing on his face with a Sharpie.”
“We’ll see.” I smiled a little, because I knew a small percentage of my mischievous self wanted to do this. “Whether the blue hair looks good on him or not, I would have to disagree with the sharpie-thing. It’s not necessary.” I muttered, disliking the fact. I felt protective, territorial now of my fiance. I would hope you’d understand where I was coming from….
“Of course, of course. Sharpies are only used at drunk parties against a certain someone I know. That’s a rule even I follow by,” grins and takes the guns, heading back. “Taemin was right. You are just about as evil as me and him.”
Picks up my water gun and follows to pack away. “Taemin said I was evil??”
“Not evil, to be fair. More of the fact that you troll just about as much as we do.” Starts collecting nerf darts. Hehehe. Someone.
“Oh, okay~” You had me going for a minute. I had collected four nerf darts and gave them to you. “Here.” I laughed a little, “Today was fun. Even though it was under certain motives. And thanks for hanging out with me.”
Takes the darts and re armed my guns, smiling. “It’s all g, bro. Thanks for keeping me amused.” Slings the guns over my shoulders and gives you a hug. “Oh, I’m still not going to tell you.”
“All right. You take care.” I hugged you back, but then I groaned when I wasn’t going to get any information out of you today. “Aish… Good night.” I said with a soft smile.
“Good night. Remember, abstinence.” Laughs and waves before prancing onto my unicorn and riding off into the clouds. LOL
e.0 what an exit~
@ Janes-tales:
Gets off you and blinks innocently, putting on an angelic smile.
“I have this amazing idea, unnie~”
Suddenly, there was an evil aura around me as I throw my fists into the air.
“LET’S PAINTBALL KIBUM’S WARDROBE!!!”
I personally think I have the best ideas in the world, sometimes.
My eyes widened. “Ani~ Please pick something else. Something not so permanent, because then I’ll have to try to wash it out” I pleaded, rather than asked. I tried to scrounge any form of an idea that would possibly substitute. “How about switch his colored hair dye? Like pink or something?”I pouted. Please just choose something else….
Thinks for a while. As tempting as it was to coat his clothes in green and watch his face mould into sheer horror, I can’t put you in danger of his girly blood curdling shrieks. Sigh. Well there goes that plan.
Wait … what? Hair dye, aye? Smiles evilly. Not bad, not bad at all. But his clothes. all too tempting to ignore. Hmmm …
But of course … silly me. How could I forget such a simple idea that even makes me want to rip my hair out. Oh fun, fun, fun.
“Two things, since paintballing requires paint and ruining his clothes we have to do two things to make up for it.”
Helps you up and brushes some grass off you.
“One, if dying his hair a bright bright blue. Two, and I’ll take full blow of his diva-ness for this, I’m going to put Coco into his closet.”
When you accepted my offer, I then relaxed, my muscles following in suit. “I can live with that on my conscience. But as long as they are not permanent.” I made that clear, as I continued to brush off and dry, and then I squeezed the rest of the remaining water from your shirt.
“Hehe. They weren’t be permanent, but Coco’s fur will be problematic for him.”
Grins and helps you get some more grass off you. Well this will be amusing.
“What are the chances of blue hair looking good on him?” I asked, bemused. “I swear, if he rocks it well, I’m drawing on his face with a Sharpie.”
“We’ll see.” I smiled a little, because I knew a small percentage of my mischievous self wanted to do this. “Whether the blue hair looks good on him or not, I would have to disagree with the sharpie-thing. It’s not necessary.” I muttered, disliking the fact. I felt protective, territorial now of my fiance. I would hope you’d understand where I was coming from….
“Of course, of course. Sharpies are only used at drunk parties against a certain someone I know. That’s a rule even I follow by,” grins and takes the guns, heading back. “Taemin was right. You are just about as evil as me and him.”
Picks up my water gun and follows to pack away. “Taemin said I was evil??”
“Not evil, to be fair. More of the fact that you troll just about as much as we do.” Starts collecting nerf darts. Hehehe. Someone.
“Oh, okay~” You had me going for a minute. I had collected four nerf darts and gave them to you. “Here.” I laughed a little, “Today was fun. Even though it was under certain motives. And thanks for hanging out with me.”
Takes the darts and re armed my guns, smiling. “It’s all g, bro. Thanks for keeping me amused.” Slings the guns over my shoulders and gives you a hug. “Oh, I’m still not going to tell you.”
“All right. You take care.” I hugged you back, but then I groaned when I wasn’t going to get any information out of you today. “Aish… Good night.” I said with a soft smile.
@ Janes-tales:
Gets off you and blinks innocently, putting on an angelic smile.
“I have this amazing idea, unnie~”
Suddenly, there was an evil aura around me as I throw my fists into the air.
“LET’S PAINTBALL KIBUM’S WARDROBE!!!”
I personally think I have the best ideas in the world, sometimes.
My eyes widened. “Ani~ Please pick something else. Something not so permanent, because then I’ll have to try to wash it out” I pleaded, rather than asked. I tried to scrounge any form of an idea that would possibly substitute. “How about switch his colored hair dye? Like pink or something?”I pouted. Please just choose something else….
Thinks for a while. As tempting as it was to coat his clothes in green and watch his face mould into sheer horror, I can’t put you in danger of his girly blood curdling shrieks. Sigh. Well there goes that plan.
Wait … what? Hair dye, aye? Smiles evilly. Not bad, not bad at all. But his clothes. all too tempting to ignore. Hmmm …
But of course … silly me. How could I forget such a simple idea that even makes me want to rip my hair out. Oh fun, fun, fun.
“Two things, since paintballing requires paint and ruining his clothes we have to do two things to make up for it.”
Helps you up and brushes some grass off you.
“One, if dying his hair a bright bright blue. Two, and I’ll take full blow of his diva-ness for this, I’m going to put Coco into his closet.”
When you accepted my offer, I then relaxed, my muscles following in suit. “I can live with that on my conscience. But as long as they are not permanent.” I made that clear, as I continued to brush off and dry, and then I squeezed the rest of the remaining water from your shirt.
“Hehe. They weren’t be permanent, but Coco’s fur will be problematic for him.”
Grins and helps you get some more grass off you. Well this will be amusing.
“What are the chances of blue hair looking good on him?” I asked, bemused. “I swear, if he rocks it well, I’m drawing on his face with a Sharpie.”
“We’ll see.” I smiled a little, because I knew a small percentage of my mischievous self wanted to do this. “Whether the blue hair looks good on him or not, I would have to disagree with the sharpie-thing. It’s not necessary.” I muttered, disliking the fact. I felt protective, territorial now of my fiance. I would hope you’d understand where I was coming from….
“Of course, of course. Sharpies are only used at drunk parties against a certain someone I know. That’s a rule even I follow by,” grins and takes the guns, heading back. “Taemin was right. You are just about as evil as me and him.”
Picks up my water gun and follows to pack away. “Taemin said I was evil??”
“Not evil, to be fair. More of the fact that you troll just about as much as we do.” Starts collecting nerf darts. Hehehe. Someone.
“Oh, okay~” You had me going for a minute. I had collected four nerf darts and gave them to you. “Here.” I laughed a little, “Today was fun. Even though it was under certain motives. And thanks for hanging out with me.” I squeezed some water from my hair.
(Source: shawolexotic)
@ Janes-tales:
Gets off you and blinks innocently, putting on an angelic smile.
“I have this amazing idea, unnie~”
Suddenly, there was an evil aura around me as I throw my fists into the air.
“LET’S PAINTBALL KIBUM’S WARDROBE!!!”
I personally think I have the best ideas in the world, sometimes.
My eyes widened. “Ani~ Please pick something else. Something not so permanent, because then I’ll have to try to wash it out” I pleaded, rather than asked. I tried to scrounge any form of an idea that would possibly substitute. “How about switch his colored hair dye? Like pink or something?”I pouted. Please just choose something else….
Thinks for a while. As tempting as it was to coat his clothes in green and watch his face mould into sheer horror, I can’t put you in danger of his girly blood curdling shrieks. Sigh. Well there goes that plan.
Wait … what? Hair dye, aye? Smiles evilly. Not bad, not bad at all. But his clothes. all too tempting to ignore. Hmmm …
But of course … silly me. How could I forget such a simple idea that even makes me want to rip my hair out. Oh fun, fun, fun.
“Two things, since paintballing requires paint and ruining his clothes we have to do two things to make up for it.”
Helps you up and brushes some grass off you.
“One, if dying his hair a bright bright blue. Two, and I’ll take full blow of his diva-ness for this, I’m going to put Coco into his closet.”
When you accepted my offer, I then relaxed, my muscles following in suit. “I can live with that on my conscience. But as long as they are not permanent.” I made that clear, as I continued to brush off and dry, and then I squeezed the rest of the remaining water from your shirt.
“Hehe. They weren’t be permanent, but Coco’s fur will be problematic for him.”
Grins and helps you get some more grass off you. Well this will be amusing.
“What are the chances of blue hair looking good on him?” I asked, bemused. “I swear, if he rocks it well, I’m drawing on his face with a Sharpie.”
“We’ll see.” I smiled a little, because I knew a small percentage of my mischievous self wanted to do this. “Whether the blue hair looks good on him or not, I would have to disagree with the sharpie-thing. It’s not necessary.” I muttered, disliking the fact. I felt protective, territorial now of my fiance. I would hope you’d understand where I was coming from….
“Of course, of course. Sharpies are only used at drunk parties against a certain someone I know. That’s a rule even I follow by,” grins and takes the guns, heading back. “Taemin was right. You are just about as evil as me and him.”
Picks up my water gun and follows to pack away. “Taemin said I was evil??”
