delicious cherry bomb.

(/if she was being completely honest, she was more than a little busy. she had more than a few things due this week, and she wanted to get it all out of the way, so she worked her hardest— and quite noticeably, too. and so, in the nature of their friendship, kibum out of all people noticed this. when he had texted her to meet him outside of the complex— with a detailed reason as to why she should come, she couldn’t help but sigh to herself.)

SMS MESSAGE TO: Kibutt

<[2:11pm] you know, there are very few people who i’d drop everything for. consider yourself lucky. [2:12pm] i’ll meet you out there in 15 mins so pls dont take too long to get ready < 33 

SMS MESSAGE TO:sooyoung

[2:13] consider yourself lucky that you have a bestest, dearest friend who's willing to save you from the hardships of life and shout you some delicious coffee  [2:13] i'm an effortless beauty, soo. but i'll always wait for you, as long as you need < 33

"Key I thought you gave up on cross dressing. You haven’t done it for sometime." Mark shut the door quickly and walked back to his friend. He took a good look at him and was not surprised at key’s skills. He had been to one of Key’s cross dressing Sundays and thought it was quite funny when men at the clubs would hit on him. But today was not the day he could go out and be his designated driver.

"Oh come on, seriously?" He made a show of heaving a sigh, not accepting the glass of water as it'd just mess up his lips. "I walk all the way here and you decline me for some lame test? That's not very nice of you, you know." When Mark moves out to his bedroom Kibum follows behind, not really approving of this whole 'I'm not going because I'd rather study last minute for a test which I should've studied for two weeks ago' attitude. Despite the way he presents himself, Kibum is quite the workaholic and always gets his work done early, like a smart person would. 

It was a Sunday night before his big test for Statistics and Mark was getting frustrated over a section he was not entirely strong on. The male tapped his pen against the top of the wooden desk trying to solve his problem that he had been stuck on for quite some time.

I really don’t want to do this anymore..

He leaned back against his chair and ran his fingers through his locks as he sat there dazed in his thoughts. Mark had been reviewing since 5PM and thought it was time for a small break. Getting up from his seat, he headed straight for the refrigerator and pulled out an ice cream bar. He popped open the wrapper as he walked back to his bedroom and grabbed the TV remote. 

Mark began to flip through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch. “Why is there romance on every channel..” Finally stopping at 53.7, the baseball desk coverage was currently on air and Mark quickly adjust himself as he immersed himself into the highlights.

Halfway through the highlights, Mark’s message ringer on his phone went off. The male, stood up and dropped his finished popsicle stick in the trashcan and grab his cell phone. Unlocking the device, he read the sender’s name and quickly opened the text. It had stated to call the other asap and thus Mark did. Mark dialed the sender’s number and immediately the other side picked up.

On one particular Sunday Kibum was in the mood for ditching the text books and embracing that ever so classy ritual. It took a while for him to change, as wigs are always uncooperative little shits and make up required the delicacy of an artist-- one wrong move with the liquid eyeliner and you're doomed. In no way was Kibum a tart who caked on foundation and mascara though; he knew that naturally he was just as gorgeous.

While flicking through his contacts, pondering who he should harass to take him, Kibum's eyes lit up at one particular name; 'marky'. He grinned wickedly and made his way to the bus stop, destination now decided. No one sent him a second glance, for to them he was just a pretty girl spending a night in the city. That is the magic of a great figure and padding.

By the time Kibum reached Mark's frat house his phone rang it's usual annoying pop song, and the Englishman was quick to answer it. "I'm outside your room." He answered as he picked at his nails, pleased with the lack of greeting between the two friends. A stranger walked pass and sent him a confused look. Kibum thought it was stupid that half the students here still didn't recognise him in a simple wig and dress. "You should let me in before I get kicked out." He added, just incase the stranger decided to report a girl in the boy's frat house.

[ text to: bummie hyung ] your place is bigger than my dorm anyway [ text to: bummie hyung ] and you have food [ text to: bummie hyung ] you do have food, right?

{` taemin rubs his temples, his elbows pressing into the wood of his desk as he rereads the same english sentence for about the twentieth time. it’s hopeless—he can’t understand the conditional past tense, not when merely trying causes his head to pound even more than it already is. he mentally runs through the rest of the people in his english class, crossing out the ones he can’t contact or who he knows don’t understand this shit either. finally, as he’s nearing the bottom of the list and just about losing hope, he remembers someone—an obvious answer, really. pulling out his phone, he selects the contacts from his list of favorites and types out a text}

[ text to: bummie hyung ] hyung i need your help [ text to: bummie hyung ] english is impossible [ text to: bummie hyung ] pls hyung omg i cant fail the test tomorrow my gpa will never survive

[ text to: taeminnie ] well i aint moving  [ text to: taeminnie ] ugh just come over here and ill shine my brilliance of knowledge on your poor soul

{/ he moves back to his dough afterwards, smiling faintly as he rolls it out and starts cutting it into circles. the cookies should be in the oven already by the time taemin arrives, so he feels no need to rush. they'll be good bait to keep the younger going through his studying anyway, kibum agrees with himself, a few minutes passing before the first batch goes in the oven. he takes out his phone, typing another message to taemin}

MYSNU DATABASE LOOKUP: S T U D E N T I D : # 0 0 0 4 1 9 2 3

▪▪▪ { now enrolling : at the young age of twenty one, kim kibum is now a proud student at the prestigious seongnam university! otherwise known as kibum, this socialite cherry bomb is currently studying in his senior year. » }

【❖ // LOADING STUDENT TRANSCRIPT ; ▪▪▪】

housing: gangjeon complex #304 clubs: cooking and fashion club sports: cheerleading and dance team classes: ECON 3100, HIST 2301, SPCH 1425, CHNS 1401, ARTS 3370

【❖ // LOADING STUDENT INFORMATION ; ▪▪▪】

From day one he was being cut and carved into his parents’ ideal son. As a British born Korean, they planned to raise him into the perfect man to take over his father’s company. But the boy called Kibum was difficult to handle; constantly wanting to do the opposite of what they asked and causing chaos as he did. When he started school he picked fights and spat on children who called him fat, for Kibum was quite chubby for his age, and eventually his parents simply couldn’t handle such an embarrassment of a child. They took him out of school to be home schooled, ignoring his protests by making a deal that if he lost all his weight and learnt to hold his tongue, he’d be allowed to return to public school.

But losing your weight is never easy, and neither is losing your natural fire of personality. With the added stress of dealing with a father who was never home, and was hardly in the nicest of moods when he was, it took Kibum a full two years to overcome his weight problem and ‘learn to hold his tongue’. So from there he was permitted the freedom to attend school and make friends, which he did was ease since he’d also learnt the power of charm. His mother, overjoyed that she now had a pretty and skinny son to dress up, introduced to Kibum the magic of fashion. With money pouring in from his father’s travel business and his mother’s fashion company, Kibum lived as he pleased through his teen years. Still young and naive at the time, he thought it was so nice of his parents to make his graduation present plastic surgery (“Just a few touch ups and you’ll be beautiful, honey.” His mother had said. “Everyone will love you!”).

Now, a year and a half since his arrival in South Korea, Kibum has quickly adapted to his surroundings. He’s always been like that; with a versatile personality which can switch and swap to match whatever the occasion. His parents had succeeded in producing the most perfect son they could. for he gets high grades in all his classes and is a popular face even amongst the Korean crowd. Kibum is respected for his great fashion sense and intelligence, not to mention he’s great and smooth talking and fitting in. Many people praise him for his ‘effortless looks’, at which he almost always scoffs because his looks are in no way effortless (not that he’d admit that aloud, of course). He still gets snappy at times and is good at holding a grudge, but he knows to hold his tongue when required. He’s just a little flamboyant and confident, but certainly not cocky. Overall, keeping up his flawless image is Kibum’s best talent, and never again will anyone witness that weak little boy hidden within.

【❖ // LOADING STUDENT NETWORKING ; ▪▪▪】

[10s ago] “I’m gonna wear designer and forget your name” - Lady Gaga <33

[3h ago] i live for the applause \o/

[1d ago] why the fuck is sandals and socks a thing