#azuboy

— to the rest of my followers that i have yet to interact with, i do enjoy seeing you on my dash and i hope that we’ll interact soon !! if i have missed out anyone, it wasn’t my intention and please know that i love all of you ♡

She meant to form a coherent answer, she really did. But all that escapes her was a strangled whimper embodying what most likely was a cowardly ‘what?’ in response to his words, her face draining of all colour to complement the night. The way her eyes dart from side to side to scan her surroundings preceding wary footsteps that pull her closer to the other’s side is entirely mindless in nature, fueled by pure fear further instigated by an over-active imagination. Every tiny sound that reaches her ears make her heart jump in her chest, until Dabin could barely tell apart imagination from reality. “Hear- hear what? What did you hear? What’s going on? Are you messing with me? I swear to God, if you’re messing with me I—” —would cry, but the poor threat is left to die in her throat for her own sake more than anything. “I don’t like this. I wanna go home!”

The first time Junhong saw Haru was during a quidditch match - he still remembered the exact moment and he knew he fell in love. That wasn’t the only ‘first’ of his that happened - right now, he’s with the same boy, the both of them laying down in the field as they gaze up at the stars in the sky. Everything was perfect - being with Haru was perfect. He can’t stop the strong bump of his heart against his chest whenever he’s around the other, and he finds himself smiling a lot more when he’s with Haru. He props himself up, head resting on his palm as he looks at the shorter male. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” His voice is barely a whisper, but it’s loud enough for Haru to hear. He leans closer and closer, “So beautiful.” He compliments once more before he seals their lips in a kiss.

Hanbin stood there looking over at Haru; he didn’t say anything and they have been going at it for about five hours already since the fight break out. “Hey, are you seriously going to fight over this? Just tell me it was all your doing right?” he breaks out, voice loud and clear. All of his hard work scribbles of lyrics on the pieces of papers are now drenched in the other party latte. “Why are you in silent? Answer me.” he was ready to fight, the amount of sleep he lose just for the sake of having two song finished were destroyed with a cup of latte and currently the owner wasn’t even speaking back or apologizing.