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( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: dear/kindness/satisfaction, adoration, love, treasuring, affection/adoration.

                         status: accepting!

“yah, get your ass in here.”

“who’s that ‘yah’ you’re talking to, you brat?”

“yah, stop nagging already and come here. i have something for you.” a lingering pause. “if you don’t want, i’ll just keep it to myself.”

“no, wait you-- i’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

seungwan is still grumbling by the time her phone goes back in her pocket, beyond shocked she still manages to have a friendship with someone so--so like her. she was nothing but eight days older than him -- something both liked to remind each other from time to time -- and both were extremely stubborn and bossy; if they weren’t trying to fix something someone was doing, they’d be fixing something one another had done.

“are you going to eat with your boyfriend again?” a colleague asks between giggles, and seungwan’s whole face scrunches up in disgust at the mere thought of a relationship of sorts with yoongi. yoongi, of all people. “gross.” she shudders and shakes her head, picking up her bag and hurrying to make up to her own set deadline.

the storyteller is not always fond of meeting yoongi at his house, if she was to be honest. her stomach would always flip at the sight (and, more than occasionally smell) of the polluted ocean, yet her mind would make her return to days of sun and sand, when she’s put on sunscreen on her siblings religiously and have fun by catching weird animals by the shore and taking care of them until father would step on them. but yoongi’s place is still not all bad: he kept it tidy, more than often had leftover food, and his bed was quite soft when you’re tired, sleepy and looking for a warm body to tangle with.

she clears her throat before knocking on the door, only to hear a scream of “it’s open” from her friend. “yah, what if i was going to steal you and kill you in your sleep?” the female tells him when she finds him by the kitchen, fighting with some pots by the dishwasher. “as if. i’m not even asleep.” he snorts and she purses her lips, walking over to him and sticking her face in front of what he was so concentrated on: a stain of something that looked like grease and burn. yoongi blinks as if this was normal -- might as well be by now, actually -- and she presses her pouty lips against his eyelids when he has them closed for a little too long.

“so, where’s it?” seungwan questions, hands behind her back as if she was just a small polite child waiting for a present--which, in a way, she was. it had been the main reason she had come here, and yoongi takes not much longer to break their distance and to reach on the fridge, pulling out a colorful package that she knew well enough to let out a squeal immediately, hands taking the pizza and pressing it to her chest quickly. “you bought it for me?” her voice lingers happily on the last word as she cradles the pizza close, only easing the grip when the male shrugs, so she can laugh at it.

it doesn’t take much longer for the package and the plastic to be ripped in pieces, only raw dough and flour, cheese and meat; yoongi has also gotten tomato sauce and he is the one to open it, making seungwan roll her eyes and run a hand filled with flour on his already pale face. by the time they are done making their own pizza, all the male wants is to lie down on his couch and take a nap, to which she opposes, following him around with a wet cloth.

“i’ll eat it all if you sleep without me!” she barks, catching him by the back of his neck to keep him still enough so she is able to wipe off the flour. yoongi moans out some complaint, but remains awake nevertheless to remove a olive out of his friend’s hair and some of the sauce he might have accidently spilled on the light brown mane, surprisingly receiving only a peck on his nose in return.

( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: deep attachment, blessing/friendship, treasuring, love, praise/admiration.

                          status: accepting!

it’s definitely not of her taste to go all the way down to the big ring gym next to her daily work when she’s at her night shift, many neighborhoods away, but if one thing, is that it is definitely of her personality to make up some sort of illness -- no uterus, no opinion could be her theme, if she wasn’t too busy pretending about some other lines -- and hurry to the gym to support her feisty neighbor.

what she isn’t expecting though, is to arrive way beyond the schedule, when the only people by the main floor are a few man in suits and one or two girls with them, along with the janitors waiting for them to leave so they can finally clean out all the mess done. seungwan asks about her friend to a man in a blood red suit she had thought seen a few times before, and he replies with a smile and the directions to the showers. there are still polite people these days, the short female returns the smile and bows before taking the way showed and ignoring the loud voice in her brain.

“jin-ah?” the storyteller calls out, carefully stepping in the fighter’s dressing room. it was smaller, but still quite similar to the one she had for herself at the theater and the familiarity allows her to keep on -- even putting down her own bag -- without much care until she hears the shower being turned off. the blonde walks out of the bathroom with a blank expression, apparently not even noticing her darker haired friend waiting for her with a bright smile; instead hyejin takes another towel to wrap around the bun of hair she has on the top of her head, bringing a frown to her neighbor’s face.

( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: affection/adoration, respect/love, praise/admiration, worship/idolize.

                           status: accepting!

“heeyeon unnie!” seungwan’s grin is bright when the older woman walks in the shithole that was called a bar, and the shortest’s legs almost give in between the nearly broken woods of the floor and the dizziness in her head. instead of a warm greeting she expects to receive, she gets a powerful scowl that manages to make her blush harder than the drinks already had. “we are going home.” heeyeon announces with a harshness that is more like her father’s when they were younger than anything else.

maybe if she was sober, seungwan would have shyed away from the authority her friend now exhaled, but all she does now is frown and fill a client’s glass with the dirt water she had been chugging down since arriving to take a friend’s shift. “but i’m working.” she argues, turning to blink and obey when the customer requests her to verify the whiskey’s quality--for the twentieth time this evening. “put it down, seungwan.” her friend orders, and the man complains with something that sounds much more like an animalistic snort than a whine, although heeyeon’s punch on his face makes him become silent in a very more pleasant way.

“wow.” the storyteller stands dumbfounded even if the glass has been broken at the strong sudden movement of the tallest female, and before her mind can process, heeyeon is dragging her out, both arms around her protectivelly and just in perfect reach for the youngest to catch the clothed area in a loud smooch, a giggle leaving her lips soon after. “you were sooo badass in there, unnie.”

heeyeon’s arm falls in slight daze by the youngest side at the sudden show of affection, and seungwan is quick to catch it in her own small hands, smiling brightly despite her lack of jacket in the chilly night. “seriously!” she continues in her cloudly voice, smacking her lips against the back of her friend’s hand. “do you not think you were? are you...are you mad at me?” her eyes widen as she questions herself more than anything. she had promised she would not work at the bar -- or stripclub, whatever they called it really -- yet she had gone there to help another friend once again, and had almost fallen into an alcoholic coma. so it was her own fault, right?

in a move too quick for someone so tipsy, seungwan moves the eldest’s hands to place a kiss on the sweaty palm of it now. “will you forgive me, senpai? i swear i will never, ever go back there again!” she almost jumps in their way back home, nodding her head when heeyeon asks if she really mean it, and squealing in joy before pressing all of the pale and surprisingly soft fingertips to her closed mouth, almost nibbling on them in the messy process.

( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: dear/kindness/satisfaction, you-will-always-come-back-to-me, treasuring.

                           status: accepting!

“but i can’t accept it!” seungwan exclaims in frustration, emphasizing her denial by standing up to stare at the boy and his pup who looked at her, both wide-eyed and curious. what, he mutters, not yet used to the young woman’s sudden bursts while he was only trying to watch tv quietly. so much for the quiet they had agreed to, the voice in the girl’s mind tsks as if voicing out jungkook’s apparent thoughts.

“you-- you’re smelling! how can i just sit here and not push you into the bathtub? mother would-- pup, help me out!” she whines softly, looking at the puppy that nothing was like their childhood dog--but, like his owner, was being distorted too much for seungwan even notice it. “that’s it!” she doesn’t give the boy time to think before she’s walking out of the living room and hurrying to the bathroom, returning shortly with a heavy bucket of water that seemed to try drowning a soap and a sponge in its contents.

now it’s jungkook’s time to complain. he groans as his “sister” forces his shirt out of his body, but seungwan is too busy drenching the sponge in soapy water to notice the flush in his cheeks. “stop wiggling, or it will happen again.” it had terrified the both of them, too innocent and caught up on the moment to know he was but a boy with boy’s needs who bubbled and rose when a girl’s gentle hand scrubbed his back. all she not wanted was a boner while the dog watched her forcing him into another “bath”--if it was to happen, she would die, seungwan was sure of it.

but she would also die if he remained like this, so his face is the first to be attacked by the sponge. “noon--” he chokes in soapy water, and the female laughs happier than she had for years, pressing a kiss into his cheek in pure satisfaction. “yes?” he is blushing again, and no more he says as she continues to rub gently the dirt away from his face and neck.

seungwan is super careful when it comes to his torso, and he is oddly quiet when she kneels in front of him, humming a lullaby and scrubbing his pale chest. something that looks like raisin or chocolate is stuck to his stomach, and with no seconds thoughts she licks her thumb and cleans it just fine, even kissing the area when it is free of the grossness that was oh so characteristic of this fake brother of hers. 

( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: irresistible longing, blessing/friendship, adoration, dear/kindness/satisfaction, love.

                             status: accepting!

he’s too heavy for someone that’s all bones and insolence, seungwan thinks, huffing into his dark locks as she drags the half-awake boys towards her apartment. he smells like honey, sweat something rusty she could recognize (but refused deeply in doing so) as blood. her lips barely touch the moist mane that is his hair before she struggles to make him rest on one side of her only, her hand almost giving out as she fishes the key to the main door.

“good god, taehyung. one would guess you have been feasting out.” the short female murmurs and feels his smile against her shoulder; it is enough for her to drop him at last on the big couch her parents have left her on the living room. this is age. this is age and death coming for me and karma is catching up someone wrong, i’m pretty sure of it, she could have said, but there’s too much to do and the male has fallen on the couch now, mumbling things that she could not understand even if she shared his feverish high. “stay there.” she says with that commanding voice of hers he probably detested to be addressed as, but little she cared or he could do right now anyways.

seungwan returns to the room a few minutes later, a glass of water in hands and a couple of pills and a blanket in another, but the soft snoring from her couch contradicts her plans and all she has to do is to sit on her knees by his side, carefully watching the tall male stretched out. “are you cold?” no answer comes from him, and the girl frowns, brushing his hair away from his eyes and the wet forehead. you’re not even friends, her consciousness tells her, but her lips follow the soft pressure of her hands at his warm temple. “it doesn’t matter” she whispers to herself. kisses were powerful things, and even someone like taehyung deserved some comfort while ill.

he banished you, the voice continues with a tint of anger seungwan never lets out as nothing more than a sigh, but taehyung is now too calm to be the boy who screamed as he casted her out of his messed up dream land in a stubborn fit of anger and possessiveness. her face goes down again and she leaves a kiss by each of his eyelids, and the feel of them move right under her makes her tug at the blanket and throw it over his torso until she no longer feels his shivering under her palm, though his heart is still beating rapidly. his body is fighting the disease, she believes and softly pats his chest as she remembers mother doing to her younger brother once or twice.

a loud snort comes out of his mouth suddenly, and she laughs, eagerly leaning in to feel his heated skin of his cheeks on her lips. his hand tugs on her own in a tipsy gesture, more mumbles leaving him less unintelligible than he probably wished. seungwan smiles even at her failed attempt of reading what he meant – she was always so curious, and he had to have a reason to be here and to be willing to be kissed his pain away by her of all people – but her glee fades away to something she does not recognize as her eyes glance over his pouty lips.

now it’s her heart that beats too fast and her cheeks that flush. mother said you should only kiss whom you truly love, and seungwan was sure she did not love taehyung. he was foul, a mad man-child, a real life villain and she fucking detested him but still her lips are no longer in her stubborn mind’s control as she dips down and hovers them over his. a few centimeters more and they would meet to hopefully make her stop feeling like she was about to fly away only because of a boy, a simple boy who wasn’t even–

( txt: disclosed? ) we don’t even remember each other, how is that possible?