✕ i want the k—17; goofy kiss. ( not accepting ).

she’s holding his hand gentle on one side, her other hand resting comfortably on her lap where she sat next to him, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly as they waited. it was a nice silence, only interrupted by the quiet buzzing coming from the makeshift rooms near them and the light rock music filtering through the room from scattered speakers.

tattoo parlors were always a treat.

she looks away from her phone when she feels him squeeze her hand suddenly, locking and tucking it away into the front pocket of her hoodie, and she gives him a sweet smile. he couldn’t be nervous— maybe it was just the slight jitters from the anticipation. nayeon knows that’s how she would feel if she was the one getting inked…again.

“now, are you sure you’re ready for the life and responsibilities of a tatted man?” she teases, her head leaning over to rest on an arm, and she lets her other hand rise to join the one holding his hand, playing with his fingers gently. she laughs and scoots the chair closer. “i’m just glad you asked me to join you, who knows what other might have tried to persuade you to get.”

dear lord, was she relieved when he asked her.

that’s when the tattooist comes in, a burly man with so much of her skin inked that nayeon isn’t even sure where his black tank starts and his marked skin begins, but she’s not judging. to each his own. she feels it again, his hand giving hers yet another squeeze, but this one holds for a little longer.

she feels her eyes soften, and she suddenly jumps up from her seat, no doubt startling him. her hand lets his go, bringing them up to his face and gently squishing his cute little cheeks. “it’ll be a-okay!” she childishly exclaims, giving his cheeks another good squish before leaning down quickly to give his lips a little peck. she laughs again, returning to her seat and tilting her head towards him.

20 . any of the above: hot, steamy kiss ( not accepting )

they’re drunk, but when aren’t they when they’re sharing kisses. 

but they weren’t just your normal, gentle delicate kisses. no these ones were those drunken sloppy and messy ones. the very very passionate ones that they seemed to share whenever they spent nights together. 

tonights antics had included getting incredibly drunk at jimin’s apartment (taemin had insisted they pre-drank at his with that fancy champagne he always had in stock.) before giggly, in jimins case, heading down to the club to continue on with their wild night. though perhaps them being let into the club was a bad idea given how drunk the two of them were. 

barely able to stand, they had stumbled their way to a vip booth (one which they hadn’t payed for, but who cared when jimin was rolling in it) plopped themselves down and had began drinking again. this time it wasn’t just champagne, but rather, a whole concoction of different coloured liquids.

awkward smooches —- stomach kiss ( 13 ). // accepting !

     there was something about jimin that made yugyeom a little uneasy. nothing about him being a bad person, but more about the intimacy that he always initiated ( and yugyeom would never get used to it ). yugyeom wasn’t very into skinship with strangers,  and he didn’t really know jimin ( but with his friends he was more comfortable, so skinship might be common ). so… how did he end up in this situation? face as red as a tomato, somehow not being able to refuse giving jimin a kiss on his stomach. 

     there were very few things that yugyeom was confident about ( this is a lie, he wasn’t very confident in himself ), and kissing was one of them. just the idea of intimacy made his stomach flutter from nervousness. instead of thinking of ways to avoid the kiss, his mind went to worries about if jimin would enjoy the kiss. how could yugyeom make jimin’s experience pleasurable ( not in the sexual way, though )? 

      his fingers fidgeted anxiously, hands moving to grab jimin’s hand and lead him into his bedroom ( somewhere comfortable for jimin to lay ). when they got there, he gently pushed jimin onto the bed ( or, well, tried to, his gentleness didn’t exactly make jimin move ). he softly ( quietly, shyly, there were many ways to describe it ) asked jimin to lay down on the bed, face getting even redder than before ( was it even possible for a person’s face to get that red? ). 

       he watched jimin get on the bed, lying on his back. any words spoken between them were drowned out by yugyeom’s nervousness, shaky hands gently grabbing the end of jimin’s shirt. yugyeom closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves ( it didn’t work ). slowly, he moved jimin’s shirt so his stomach was exposed. ‘ i… i’m… i’m sorry this won’t be good… ’ he whispered softly, gripping jimin’s shirt a little tighter. 

get your free kiss here —- eyelid kiss ( 8 ) // accepting !

       there were people that youngjae just didn’t know. maybe it was because they never shared a similar class because of their major, so they never saw each other. maybe it was because they were different ages and that set a split between them off the bat. maybe, with all these things, they didn’t have mutual friends to introduced them, or they did have mutual friends, but they didn’t introduce them to each other. whatever the reason, youngjae knew he didn’t really know park jimin ( he heard the name before, definitely never met him, though ). 

       so when there was a meeting for something youngjae didn’t pay attention to ( open to anyone ), youngjae found himself being sat next to none other than park jimin. they didn’t exchange hellos, they didn’t exchange glances, they just sat there, listening to whoever was leading the presentation. of course, soon it ended up being a presentation on safety ( like they hadn’t heard it throughout their high school careers ). ‘ so what is the problem with kissing someone on the first meeting? ’ the presenter asked. 

      youngjae was quick to speak, ‘ it isn’t a problem, depending on the type of kiss, though. ’ he understood where the presenter was coming from, if it’s one that was filled with passion, it could lead into something sexual, and this was a safety presentation ( he assumed ‘safety’ meant sexually ). when the presenter asked him what he meant, he turned towards jimin, ‘ let me show you... can i use you for an example? ’ the idea was you didn’t know the person, so youngjae chose someone he didn’t know. 

      when jimin gave him a nod, youngjae turned towards the presenter again. ‘ kissing isn’t a problem at all at first meeting. it depends on the person, and the type of kiss. i’ve never met this person, ’ waving his hand towards jimin, ‘ but... ’ he moved towards jimin, gently grabbing his face, ‘ close your eyes, ’ he instructed. when jimin followed, youngjae placed a soft kiss on jimin’s right eyelid, then his left. 

#2 - cheek kiss (are you devastated)

what day had it been? was this group of delinquents really this adamant to wreck their lives that they’d throw a party on a thursday? the semester hasn’t even started yet.

apparently min yoongi’s junior year is going to remain on the same losing plain as his sophomore one. he is still surrounded by the group of people he can’t even stand and at yet another party of some pretentious prick’s he tries to forget the name of if he could help it. at least if anything, jimin does keep the drinks pouring. it’s the only reason yoongi shows up to these things in the first place.

it is around three in the morning, the survivors who hadn’t already blacked out now sit around in a circle, half with burnt cigarettes in hand, the other gross half sloppily choking on each other’s tongues even before the bottle in front of them spins for their turn. ah yes, the classic game of spin the soju bottle…. this group of delinquents had definitely hit a new boring low.

they have been at it for the last fifteen or twenty minutes. the majority of the circle, though they didn’t know each other too too well, had already been partners outside of the game before. it is just something that comes with the lifestyle. 

yoongi can barely keep his eyes open, the polluted sticky air not making it easy for his already faded state to see much else of his surroundings. he can see the visual of a few familiar female figures sitting in front of him who had began making out, but nothing is really registering with the boy. was kissing really all they were doing tonight? god they really are getting boring..

round by round goes by of both the game and of the shots of the night. yoongi doesn’t even realize the bottle has even landed on him until the girl sitting next to him taps on his thigh. all he can afford to give is a semblance of a nod as he crawls like a sloth the few steps he needs forward towards whoever the lucky bastard is who got teamed up with him.

his tongue slinks along his chapped bottom lip, his breath reeking of straight alcohol, you would’ve thought he had been drinking the medical grade stuff had you not been familiar with the crowd he runs with. laughter and obnoxious giggles from the girls fill the circle. it only gives him a headache. yoongi looks like a lost old man the way he glances around not too sure what the big deal is….it was just another ho–

hell nah…………..

he clearly is passed out somewhere in the house, there is no way this nightmare is real. why the fuck was park jimin sitting across from him. why hadn’t he noticed? everyone knew yoongi hated this kid. if his own breath had notoriously reeked of booze and menthols, jimin’s famously reeked of dick.

“i’m not…..fuckin….goi….his mouth…..diseased….fuck outta here….i can’t…”, his fists are balled up but he’s too far past gone to even be able to move the rest of his body. yoongi is stuck in the middle of the circle until someone kind can assist him out.

“sugs just kiss him on the cheek and keep the game going..you’re ruining the flow!!”

had he the strength, suga’s fists would be swinging, but his mind was long gone and checked out. he crawls a little closer towards jimin as he puckers his own small lips up, hesitating and looking back. this was bullshit…who let him sit across from him in the first place.

a starter for @acajimin

math is stupid. wooseok had decided this a long time ago, even before high school. it was his least favorite subject throughout all of his schooling life, and college was no different. he would stare at the numbers and he lost interest incredibly fast. not only this, but his dyslexia made it incredibly difficult to see the proper numbers sometimes. he always gave up almost immediately.

but with finals around the corner of his freshman year, he couldn’t just act like math was gonna get easier by some miracle. so he asked around, and he finally found someone who would help him with his math.

he sat at his dining room table and stared at the problems on his page. jimin would be there soon, but he wanted to at least try to figure out some problems on his own. he sighed and threw his pencil down. “math is stupid.” he quietly declared to himself. what are imaginary numbers? why are they important when they’re not even real? he really didn’t understand how someone had managed to convince another person that this was even possible.

is sleeping with jimin a bidulgi rite of passage?