( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: dear/kindness/satisfaction, you-will-always-come-back-to-me, treasuring.

                           status: accepting!

“but i can’t accept it!” seungwan exclaims in frustration, emphasizing her denial by standing up to stare at the boy and his pup who looked at her, both wide-eyed and curious. what, he mutters, not yet used to the young woman’s sudden bursts while he was only trying to watch tv quietly. so much for the quiet they had agreed to, the voice in the girl’s mind tsks as if voicing out jungkook’s apparent thoughts.

“you-- you’re smelling! how can i just sit here and not push you into the bathtub? mother would-- pup, help me out!” she whines softly, looking at the puppy that nothing was like their childhood dog--but, like his owner, was being distorted too much for seungwan even notice it. “that’s it!” she doesn’t give the boy time to think before she’s walking out of the living room and hurrying to the bathroom, returning shortly with a heavy bucket of water that seemed to try drowning a soap and a sponge in its contents.

now it’s jungkook’s time to complain. he groans as his “sister” forces his shirt out of his body, but seungwan is too busy drenching the sponge in soapy water to notice the flush in his cheeks. “stop wiggling, or it will happen again.” it had terrified the both of them, too innocent and caught up on the moment to know he was but a boy with boy’s needs who bubbled and rose when a girl’s gentle hand scrubbed his back. all she not wanted was a boner while the dog watched her forcing him into another “bath”--if it was to happen, she would die, seungwan was sure of it.

but she would also die if he remained like this, so his face is the first to be attacked by the sponge. “noon--” he chokes in soapy water, and the female laughs happier than she had for years, pressing a kiss into his cheek in pure satisfaction. “yes?” he is blushing again, and no more he says as she continues to rub gently the dirt away from his face and neck.

seungwan is super careful when it comes to his torso, and he is oddly quiet when she kneels in front of him, humming a lullaby and scrubbing his pale chest. something that looks like raisin or chocolate is stuck to his stomach, and with no seconds thoughts she licks her thumb and cleans it just fine, even kissing the area when it is free of the grossness that was oh so characteristic of this fake brother of hers. 

Sehun groaned softly as he stepped away from the apartment building, irritation clouding his judgment and his mind. He was in need of some kind of distraction, and considering the fact that he was a little drunk, he only managed to walk around in a circle. “Fuck where am I?” he mumbled to himself, eying the street with a wary gaze. He knew most of the streets, most of the locations people normally hung out in. But it was proving a bit beyond him in his condition.

However, after a moment of deciding he perhaps needed to just lay down - and therefore choosing an alley to do so in - he was surprised to see someone there. Even more so, someone familiar. “Jungkook…” he greeted with a halfhearted wave. Having spent so much of his time lurking the streets and serving clients in such questionable places, he ended up becoming rather acquainted with those who spent their lives out there. “Hey, imagine finding you here,” he chuckled.