#acapcy

@acapcy

what the fuck just happened?

mingyu could not shake the shock no matter how much he tried. he already ran to the bathroom to splash his face that was hot from embarrassment with cold water. he had already jogged around the campus for his lunch break. he was at a loss at what more he can do. and it was all because of a dude he didn’t even know. 

girls confessing were alright since he was used to it. ever since he started playing volleyball and taking more care about his appearance, he seemed to attract an admirer or two. not too many but enough to make him realize that he wasn’t the loser he once was. but boys? not so much. he didn’t know that being asked out on a date by someone of the same sex would have this much effect on him. and even when he got home to the sharehouse, he still couldn’t believe it.

deciding it was better to distract himself, he gathered up ingredients to make kimchi jigae for the boys for dinner. only one who knew him well enough would notice that he wasn’t quite as precise with his hand movements while he was cutting the pork belly. 

SPIN THE WHEEL: #19. forceful kiss

can’t you go exist somewhere else? ( @acapcy​ ) 

there is absolutely no justifiable reason for the intensity of jeonghan’s hatred dislike for pork chonyal park chanyeol. it’s one thing to tolerate the presence of this tall-ass motherfucker in the same living space, but it’s another to be in the same area of the house.

the living room is supposed to be his the entire day, the rest of the share house presumably dicking around somewhere else. including chanyeol who, according to baekhyun, is the human embodiment of the student athlete meme. the couch feels extra crowded with chanyeol quietly innocently sitting at the other hand as opposed to when the other housemates do. jeonghan can’t nap in a room full of negative energy.

(given, the negative energy actually comes from him, not chanyeol, and also he can just nap in his own room. but that’s beside the point.)

his passive-aggressive nature toward the other male has - or so jeonghan thinks - definitely go unnoticed by the rest of the household, which is more than fine because jeonghan doesn’t want questions he doesn’t have the answer to. is it jealousy? probably. why? no fucking clue. but a certain housemate making googly eyes at the giant elf makes jeonghan’s stomach twist.

(it’s the lack of validation given his way; or the lack of validation he’s initially used to. the fear of abandonment. the fear of being replaced. irrational, albeit paranoia-inducing, human fears.)

passive.

“can’t you go exist somewhere else?”

jeonghan says this so casually, almost apathetic even if inside there’s a growing urge to knock him the fuck out. an arm is draped over his eyes to block out the light and chanyeol’s face. when the presence remains unmoving and uncaring of jeonghan’s subtle advances of driving him away, he lifts his arm to stare at the other male in unreasonable contempt.

aggressive.

jeonghan runs his tongue along his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it. fingers curl into fists in a repetitive manner, pupils shaking as he stares at someone who doesn’t even spare him a single glance. is that the actual reason for his unjustifiable growing rage? he shoots up from his position, scrambling over to the other end of the couch. an obvious scowl takes place on usually soft features. the hands on his lap continue to squeeze themselves repeatedly, nails painfully digging into his palms in an attempt to hold himself back.

why do i want to punch him, though?

what is the reason exactly?

anger issues, previously regulated, gnaw at his insides. one swift move, and his knuckles could be hitting this fucker’s jaw, and jeonghan could flee from the scene. jeonghan is a fucking liar - he could just say he didn’t do it, but who would people believe? right, definitely not the person who ragequits after being awake for a mere second. the accusatory look chanyeol’s giving him - the sane voice in jeonghan’s head says the look is out of pure curiosity, but - makes jeonghan reach out, fingers clutching at the collar of the detestable tree’s shirt.

after a sharp intake of breath, jeonghan presses their lips together with a sudden force. fuck you, motherfucker. his lips move slowly against chanyeol’s, and a hand moves to cup the other’s cheek to pull him closer. finally, satisfied, jeonghan nips at chanyeol’s bottom lip before pulling back. he lets go of chanyeol’s shirt, and gets up from the couch. that should placate his aggression for today. he starts walking back to his room, but not before looking back to glare at the other male.