#acheejun

#2: cheek kiss

what jinhai grows to learn is that mandarin is hard for non-native speakers.

granted, it’s hard for native speakers too but there’s just an extra bit of difficulty for those who haven’t grown up with it. which is why he’s patient with the chunghwa boy as they sit in the library, books sprawled in front of them on the large table and earning a dissatisfied look from the librarian. ( she hisses a quick ‘you’re putting those back you know’ as she walks past them and he can’t blame her. )

there are books on mandarin 101, mandarin intermediate, mandarin beginner and it’s already been a few hours so he can feel his brain frying at the thought of another few pages of grammar and the five different ways to pronounce a word. he’s never given it much thought, chinese, but everything reminds him of when he first tried learning korean - except heejun was actually good at mandarin - and god knows those were a dark few months.

“ yeah, you just need to remember the irregulars.     try forming the sentence: i studied hard yesterday so i could play today. ” 

he shoots an encouraging grin at heejun, sparkling with the words ‘you can do it!’ irregulars aren’t easy with mandarin and they’ve been trying tenses for a while now. he leans in, wide eyed and waiting as the other begins to form the sentence.

he’s doing well … and then he finishes off with the correct verb and jinhai can’t help but leap in joy because they’ve gotten way further than he thought they would have.

he claps his hands and darts in to press his lips to heejun’s cheek in a short, one second proud kiss. ( did they do this in korea? probably not, but jinhai’s chinese so he can’t really find himself to care that much. ) “ that was so good, you did really well! ” he exclaims, maybe a little too loudly. 

because the librarian gives them a steely glare and hisses at them to get out.

( CANDOR IS ANOTHER WORD FOR HONESTY: ACCEPTING! )

         ( HEADCANONS : CLOSED! )

“remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “i moved the earth and the water for you.”  ― catherynne m. valente

she notices him first, actually. there’s nothing special about it. no heart-stopping, lungs contracting, gravity defying moment when her eyes first lock on to his slight, wiry frame. he’s not extraordinary to her. not when there’s ladders to climb and towers to leap from and shrines to build out of little crystal blocks. she only thinks, for a moment, that oh, maybe he’s lonely, by himself on the edge of the world. and then when he smashes her nose with a misplaced kick she notices him again and thinks, oh, maybe i can make him not lonely anymore.

“yaaaaaaaah, kang! hee! jun!” she’s nine, pretty as a dove, graceful as a swan ― though not innocent, not anymore. the stretches aren’t working, because she’s nine but heejun’s still as tall as her, even though she can touch to the heels of her feet and he can’t. she won’t complain now, though. not when she needs to ask him a huge, ginormous, life-saving favour. little hands circle his own, pull his attention away from his own work. “yah, stop ignoring me! one last question. what’s three hundred divided by twenty?”

eleven year-old yena’s got her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side, lips creased into a deep, dark frown. it’s the first time she’s ever looked so severe in her entire life. the other boy is pallid, eyes boring holes into the ground. she gives him a look; he flinches, retreats into himself like he’s crawling back into a shell. he says he’s sorry ― she doesn’t give a (sorry, dad) fuck. “you don’t use him like that again. not for your stupid pranks, not for me, not for anything. scum,” she says the word like unleashing a death sentence, “should stay scum. remember that.”

she’s selfish. she is. the girl had skin paler than ivory, eyes like half-moons. she was poised, and pretty, and spoke with grace. i think heejun’s really nice, do you think he could like me in the future? yena’s selfish ― a horrible, awful selfish ― when she looks over the girl, smiles like the devil, looks away like she’s having fun all on her own. you’re not quite his type. but you could try. the girl doesn’t.

some days after she’s back for good, she arrives on heejun’s doorstep in her wire-frames and fleece-lined sweatpants. she spends the entire day with him, wearing his blanket like it’s her protection against the world, asking him to teach her his games, makes him talk to her about the big bang theory and the death of a star over and over again. he asks her, finally, when the sky is black and she’s still in his room, on his bed, wrapped in his blanket, if she wants to talk about it. she doesn’t, not today, but he tells her it’s not her fault anyway.

SCHEDULE: Korean A2, Science A2, Math A1, Mandarin, Computer Science, Marketing EXTRACURRICULARS: Swim team, debate team, honors society

CHUNGHWA SCHOOL NEWSPAPER, 05.06.17: New student Kang Heejun has officially joined the second year class! Heejun is seventeen years old and has been reported to be benevolent, dedicated, eloquent, and polished but also blunt, petty, egocentric, and resentful. His personality will take him far as a member of the swim team, debate team, and honors society. Let’s welcome Heejun to the school and wish him a good year!

it’s just a kiss : not accepting

18 . underwater kiss

in retrospect, it is jihoon’s fault. after all he had decided to crash heejun’s party yet again.

he had had a couple of drinks but not enough for him to be drunk but yet jihoon still decided on going into the pool which heejun owned. he felt like swimming is what his brain told him and other people seemed to be having fun in the pool too. and with, his now absurd, thoughts he stripped his down and decided to swim.

it’s not not like jihoon was a bad swimmer but he wasn’t exactly olympics ready, so he had his eyes closed for a good minute in fear of the irritation from the water. but he should’ve opened his eyes for just a little bit because now he had just come into contact with someone in the worst way possible, with their lips.

( LOVE LETTERS FOR YOU: NOT ACCEPTING! )

heejun-ah,

i remember how we first met, seeing as that was not an ideal first impression. but i respect you since you’re actually able to taunt me (and i thought no one ever could to be honest), since i mentioned that- i think you’re worthy of debating with the president himself. he’s actually the only one who could leave me speechless like that, so, why don’t we try sitting down for a brief session with him? what do you say?

anyways, i’m sure that you’re highly aware of my situation. and it’s the same with you with daldal, i hope you’ll take good care of her. i’m asking you this because i trust you, maybe we can go out sometimes. and we need to finish those video game matches too.

i shall look forward to your glory days ahead, debating prodigy.

RANDOM KISS ASKBOX MEME : currently closed !     ↪ number nineteen – forceful kiss.

     °☆.。.:* — IT happens because of a game.

of course it does, it’s always because of their online games. if people thought junhwan was fiercely competitive during basketball games, no one has truly seen him during one of heejun’s and his tournaments, furiously typing away on their keyboards while screaming complete nonsense towards each other.

( but boys will be boys, right? ) 

junhwan almost slams his laptop down in victory ... the first time he takes a win that evening out of the five other rounds they have played and junhwan is smiling, wide and bright, as he begins to stand tall in the middle of heejun’s living room. 

“i won! heejun-ah, your winning streak is over,” junhwan babbles before taking a seat beside the male on the crowded couch that can only seat one of them ... so lanky and awkward limbs pile against each other but junhwan doesn’t care because he doesn’t suck at video games after all. his losing streak is finally over. “did you see that –– ? how i went around the map and dodged all of your minions and even your dragon –– i beat your dragon! i have to be at least level fifty now, right –– ?”

hands begin to flail with his words and he might look a little crazy but he doesn’t care because that was honestly probably one of his proudest achievements and he’s so excited right now ... he could kiss heejun for letting him win that match.

and so, he does.

his blabbering stops as hands reach over to plant themselves on either sides of heejun’s face, pulling in for a quick peck, lips touching briefly despite the other’s attempt to move away before junhwa’s already pulling back, smile never once flattering before the basketball captain is already up from his seat on the couch and standing tall and proud in the middle of the room, once more.

@acheejun ||Send ‘💌’ for my muse to write a love letter to you || not accepting 

 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓳𝓾𝓷,

                         𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒  𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠. 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 - 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 -,  𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠?

                       𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑚𝑏, 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒. 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 - 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑦 𝑖 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝘩𝑢𝑛𝑔𝘩𝑤𝑎, 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙y 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

                      𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛, with 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒.

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑥𝑥𝑥𝑥,

                     𝓓𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑎𝑙