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ꕤ   ₊  ˚   ໑              mira  found  herself  leaning  into  the  touch  quite  easily,  a  happy  sigh  falling  from  her  lips  as  her  eyes  slipped  shut.  moments  like  these  were  nothing  if  not  welcomed  after  being  faced  with  the  constant  stress  and  exhaustion  of  running  the  bookstore.  there  was  something  so  peaceful  about  allowing  herself  to  be  held  like  that      ;      to  bask  in  the  comfort  of  being  so  close to  the  one  she  loved  with  her  entire  being—      

        mira’s  eyes  snapped  open  as  soon  as  the  comment  fell  from  freesia’s  lips.

        ❝      freesia  choi      !      you  take  that  back  right  this  instant,      ❞      she  exclaimed,  a  frantic  look  in  her  eyes  as  she  turned  around  in  the  other’s  hold.  there  was  an  overwhelming  sense  of  dread  washing  over  her      —      ultimately  making  her  feel  rather  silly  for  believing  the  store  clerk  when  she  assured  her  everyone  would  absolutely  adore  the  new  smell.      ❝      that  shampoo  was  63  dollars      !      and  i  haven’t  even  mentioned  the  cost  of  the  matching  conditioner  and  hair  treatment  mask.  you’ll  learn  to  love  strawberry  buttermilk  paradise  or  else…      or  else  you  can  sleep  on  the  couch      !      ❞

                  Freesia’s habit of sniffing through her beloved’s hair turned to something she might not to do for the meantime, after her complete disapproval of her shampoo choices. Tilting her head to put her nose away as she repelled, she scrunched up her nose in disgust.      “  Mira, love... I’m sorry to say, but it smells like shit!   ”      Looking over her as she leant her chin onto her shoulder, couldn’t hide her being utterly squeamish about it.

𓈒 · ˚𖧷 ˒     𓂃    just for the fun of it,  beau matches gus’s baffled frown with an equally confused pout,  “  what are you talking about?  ”  he raises his eyebrows,  almost challengingly,  though he’d already forgotten what he said a couple of seconds ago.  “  i’m not taunting you.  i was just asking you a hypothetical question.  but,  y’know,  ”  his gaze flickers down to gus’ crotch,  huffing out a mocking chuckle that was barely repressed.  “  if the shoe fits,  wear it.  ”

𓈒 · ˚𖧷 ˒     𓂃    beau claims his love language was acts of service,  which!  in a way,  was true,  given that he’d woken up at six in the morning to prepare a fancy,  mouth-watering breakfast for tyson.  it’s no secret that beau enjoyed being in the kitchen  —  it didn’t matter that he was an apparently ‘shit’ cook,  that there was nobody willing enough to taste test his food,  that people constantly criticized his recipes from…  an aesthetical standpoint.  it didn’t matter,  because tyson has never raised a single peep of complaint.  it’s more than enough reassurance for beau to keep fribbling around and throwing together bizarre meals for him. 

he hauls a tray of food inside their shared room:  a full english breakfast,  from grilled ( charred ) tomatoes to black pudding  —  except beau couldn’t get that particular type of meat in the store,  so he opted for a dessert pudding instead,  which he painted with dark food coloring.  he hopes tyson won’t be able to tell the difference.  black pudding is called pudding for a reason,  right?  “  good morniiiiiiiing,  ”  beau sings,  looking a little too chipper for someone who was semi sleep-deprived.  “  i made breakfast!  i was watching gordon ramsay’s cooking show last night and i got inspired.  ”

Tyson taking his sweet time, one-eyed open to check if Beau was still there for him to cuddle but it seems he rose early, grumbled to his own before he had gotten a whiff of something burning. Rubbing morning glories until his vision was clear, Beau suddenly came in with a tray of what supposed to be a (questionable) edible breakfast set he whipped from their kitchen. Tyson tried so hard not to make a face as not to disappoint him, since he would rather see him completely cheery and proud even if he knew he’d get a bad stomachache later on.

𓈒 · ˚𖧷˒     𓂃    “  i didn’t want to resort to extreme measures,  ”  ilseong starts,  his gaze falling on noah,  who was gagged and bound to a chair.  ilseong had seen noah’s strength firsthand after that unfortunate night with those stupid loan sharks he pissed off.  perhaps noah was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,  or perhaps noah had simply chosen to come to ilseong’s rescue out of the pure goodness of his heart.  nevertheless,  noah was the kind of person he needed.  someone tough and capable enough to protect him.  sitting across from the other,  ilseong feels a twinge of guilt,  and he gestures for his men to yank the duct tape off noah’s mouth.  “  but you’ve been really difficult.  this wouldn’t have happened if you’d taken me up on my offer the first time.  ”

𓈒 · ˚𖧷˒     𓂃    “  i don’t know what you’re talking about.  i’m not hiding anything.  ”  beau says flatly,  unabashed by how far he’s willing to push his strategy of bullshitting his way through victory.  and if it means shoving the +4 wild card he stole inside his mouth while tyson wasn’t looking,  then so be it.  “  maybe you should try counting the damn cards yourself.  ”  

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ        it seems pretty simple , to pretend . he then quirks his brow before he lets out a chuckle , “ oooh , look at you mister confident . ” light’s grin grows wide as he then plops next to them , “ sure , and you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me too . ” with a wiggle of his brows , light folds his arms over his chest . “ well … we have to plan it out properly , i guess ? like … boundaries ? if you’re uncomfortable with anything , that kind of stuff ? ”

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ          for the most part , light didn’t like seeing his friend upset . from what he’s heard , tawin’s ex was being an asshole and they get on his nerves a lot . it doesn’t help that he doesn’t like them , cringing whenever he sees them with tawin . “ oh come on , if they want to post pictures of them and their new boo , let them . ” then , it’s as though a bulb appears as his lips tug into a cheeky grin . “ hey , maybe you can make them even more jealous . they don’t like me , right ? you should post that we’re dating . i’m certain it’ll get on their nerves . ”   @saccharincs​

The atmosphere was bustling with people from all walks of life, just as interested as Jinwoo looking into room showcases that are intricately decorated from top to bottom, themes that are just as specific, along with color theory into play. Even the corners of each room has its own use. It was like a playground for grown-ups, except he meant that literally. And while he was at it scrutinizing furniture, maybe a little fun wouldn’t hurt. 

🌼          ୧          @saccharincs​   𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅     ﹡     ❝    sometimes   i   grab   my   own   tiddy   just   to   feel   okay   .    ❞   -   mina       ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭  

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭     🌼           “    ℎ𝑜𝑤   𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡   𝑡ℎ𝑒   𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟   𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠   just   to   feel   okay    ?    what   do   you   do    ?    ”      arms   immediately   wrapped   around   her   waist   to   hold   her   close   .    toby   isn’t   normally   this   affectionate   .    but   when   he   does    ,    he   does   it   with   care   and   gentleness   .

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                  ❝   are   you   saying   that   you’d   accept   if   they   asked   you   out   on   a   date   ?   ❞   axel   asked   ,   raising   a   brow   and   before   their   demeanor   reads   off   too   serious   they   replace   it   all   with   a   gentle   chuckle.      ❝   i   mean   you   did   look   interested.   ❞   or   axel   was   reading   too   much   into   everything   and   couldn’t   be   sure.