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Zip me [ tho probably au-ish atm
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about yourcharacter dressing mine, or the other way around.meme: xstatus: accepting!verse: au![ — applque ]
                   Only fools fall for you. Only fools do what I do.
Troye Sivan’s song was echoing through the room as both of them sat on the soft mattress of Iris’ bed. Slender, lithe fingers thread gently through the younger’s hair as she had her head rested on her shoulder. It wasn’t something unusual thing they did. However, today was a little different – when the other had barged into her room, there were crystal clear drops of sadness rolling down her cheeks. That was something she wasn’t used to. One could only wonder what had happened to her. Iris never knew how to comfort friends – or anyone, actually. A hug; a tight one. That was all they got and a few words that were better off if they were not said at all. Since she never had someone to cheer her up at her bad days, she never learned how to cheer others up or comfort them. However, this seemed to work pretty well. Iris allowed her fingers to thread through the black locks, and down the length of her spine. What Iris didn’t know was that…Minseo was stuck between being her true self and what her parents had raised her to be. Church girl, as Iris called her was a true believer. So, that meant that is was impossible for girls like her to like other girls – which was what Iris hated the most. For so many times, she had wished that she could capture those lips with her own and drown in the sensation of it. Yeah, you guessed right. Iris had fallen for the girl who laid in her arms, the church girl.Â
"It's brilliant, no?"
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“Depends.” His brows crinkle like the front of his unkempt shirt before disappearing underneath long, messy bangs. Contemplation shows tongue to cheek in resignation, reveals the intrinsic effect of indecisiveness. “What do I get out of this,” he asks, “how much of the reward do I earn?” Baekhyun treads carefully on-the-fence while hands clasp together beneath his chin– he exhibits interest and curiosity with enthusiasm curling at the corners of his lips.
A greedy bastard he is, eyeing the price of transgression.Â
Baekhyun smiles at the very thought of this, feels the aftermath of apprehension, and basks in it like the summer sun. He perishes in the absence of thrill and writhes alive where it is plentiful. Some grow when they learn from their mistakes, others strive to perfect themselves based off of this tangent; Baekhyun grows from neither, but grows nonetheless. Striving to better himself is a mishap when all he knows is sin.Â
“We’ll never know unless we try.”Â
The corners of his eyes crease when he squints.Â
“If this plan turns to shit, all evidence belongs to you and you only.”

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(sms, jessie) nice. you saw right through me. (sms, jessie) .. & that's about an hour from now. and forty-something minutes. (sms, jessie) how about it? anything you want.
"The correct term is fabulous.”
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ridiculous, was the term lyon had chosen to use.
it was a crime worse than lyon’s own punishable-by-law crimes whenever a gorgeous figure was wasted on haute couture –ridiculous ensembles that granted little flattery on the curves and mismatching colours that only soured the common eye.
fashion, they would call it. fabulous, a fashion worker such as minseo would describe it.
ridiculous, it remained.
lyon’s bottom lip jutted out as he whined, “wear what i picked out insteaaaad.” he held up the jeans and white tee –a typical pick for a guy, but for a reason. “do you want to look smokin’…” he pointed at his superior choice, “or do you want to look like a glorified peacock festival?” his hand fell sadly in her direction.