#celxkibum

10: french kiss

“No I don’t believe you.”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me?” Kibum tilted his head.

Seunghyun shrugged. “You’re just not the type.” He didn’t really know why he felt like he could comment on something like this, especially when it came to private pass experiences that the mysterious angel boy might or might not have had, but Seunghyun deemed himself a fairly good judge of character and there was just no way. “I don’t think you’ve ever French kissed before. It’s different than just kissing you know.”

“You don’t know me,” Kibum rolled his eyes and looked away.

“Prove it.” The words fell out of his mouth before he could really think them through, but then after a few moments of stunned silence, Seunghyun realized that that might not have been the best bet to make. There was no one else here as a crash test dummy, and the way Kibum turned his eyes onto Seunghyun meant he realized that too. Seunghyun suddenly felt like prey.

He panicked inwardly for a moment, thinking he should probably just concede and back off, maybe apologize or something, but then he couldn’t. His body froze up and he couldn’t think of the words to use or a way to back-peddle out of this without seeming like he himself had never French kissed before- which wasn’t true at all, but how was he going to prove himself in the process of disproving Kibum?

This was such an awkward situation that Seunghyun just decided to do the only thing he could think to do and maybe something he’d been thinking of doing for a while now; he leaned in kisses Kibum hard, smashing his lips against the other’s. He felt Kibum tremor a bit before pressing back against him defiantly and opening his mouth to do exactly what he’d been told to do. But if Kibum thought he was going to be the dominant in this situation, he was very much in the wrong.

Seunghyun reached up and grabbed Kibum’s hair on the back of his head and tilted his neck back, the angle making it easier for Seunghyun to shove his tongue into the other’s mouth, not really leaving any room for dispute. He wasn’t going to wait for any sort of gentle mingling of tongues, this was not that kind of kiss. Honestly, if this was going to (probably) be the only time Seunghyun would get to explore the insides of Kibum’s mouth, he was going to taste every last inch of it.

By the end, he let himself slow down- stop seeming so hungry- and though it had taken a little longer than he’d expected, when he pulled away he was the one who blushed like a tomato.

“How long have you been preparing for that one?” Kibum asked breathlessly, his eyes lidded.

  4: cheek kiss ( ˘ ³˘)♥ 

(written in context with our current !rp)

jiyong knocks on the door in a patterned rhythm and waits for a few seconds, before the door slides inwards and a beaming face with feline eyes greets him. “hyung!” kibum grins. and because jiyong sees cresent eyes gleaming back at him, jiyong grins too. he plops down on the bed without hesitation and kibum continues with his work. the day goes on in silence, save for the music playing on the speakers in the background.

jiyong doesn’t remember how long this has been going on, but it’s become a habit: after school he drops by at kibum’s, finishes school assignments or laze around, then return home for dinner. they grab lunch together sometimes if their classes corresponds. he likes being around kibum, he feels like himself the most in fact, and he knows he can trust the boy. despite a four-year age gap, kibum is wise beyond his years. he’s very playful though and likes to disturb jiyong a lot, unlike when they first met, definitely reserved and guarded. 

the blonde glances downward at the younger, see his face scrunched up, and his eyes squinting, as he read off from the screen and then scribbles furiously on his notepad. he puckers his lips then jabs the pen he’s holding at his cheek then pursed his lips. this goes on for the next ten to fifteen minutes. jiyong has an ear-splitting grin and because this dongsaeng is too cute, what even. jiyong has an impulse to do something, and he does it in fact. 

he swoops down beside the raven-haired, deliberately knocking into him and presses his lips on his cheeks. kibum is clearly startled and whips his head away, wide eyes staring back  at him and he freezes a little bit. “yah, you’re officially my best friend now kim kibum.” jiyong declares, smiling and shrugs.

(in no context from our rp - present time)

10: french kiss (for utter and crack fun) (。´✷ฺЗ✷ฺ)

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Turning side to side in front of the mirror, Hwasa admired the outfit she was trying on. It was a quarter sleeved, billowing shirt paired with a pair of “high-waters” and black chunky heels. She’d never been to this store before, considering she usually shopped at lower end stores. You know the ones. Where you can get like five pairs of pants for fifty dollars, and everything brightly displays an ON SALE sign or sticker. She’d always shopped at these places, even when her grandmother was still around, but now that she was struggling for money, it only made more sense to shop at those establishments.

That also goes to say that, you get what you pay for, and most of her clothes weren’t of good quality. Which is why she had decided to shop somewhere nicer today, hoping that it would be an investment in the clothes and that they would last longer than the ones she currently had. The style here was extremely different from what she was used to though, and she struggled to find pieces that fit what she liked and went well together.