#hooneymg

5: firm kiss

jooheon’s ability to move his mouth at a million miles an hour never ceases to amaze her. no matter how much time they spend around one another, she can’t seem to get used to his fast paced, loud tirades and confusing spiels.

no wonder he’s a rapper.

and while she’s usually somewhat understanding and receptive toward his rants, she’s just not in the mood to deal with it today. her head is throbbing, fingers sore from too much piano, and she’s cold. the triple whammy is enough to send someone with the most patience in the world over the edge, let alone a girl who has very, very little.

so rather than just ask him to quiet his voice, she compromises. she rolls her eyes before sighing in annoyance, quickly closes the distance and presses her lips to his to silence him.

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  13  :  STOMACH KISS.

if she hears him complain about this one more time mona is truly going to scream. she sympathizes with him, she does. it’s hard to resist the temptation that is the perfectly golden mcdonald’s fry -- mona never can, and she pays the price for it every time she feels her chest constrict during a routine pilates movement and every day she has to fast walk to yonsei to avoid tardiness. but she has acquiesced herself to the fate of her arteries, because she will never stop eating mcdonald’s fries -- the rest of her is just going to have to deal with it.

jooheon, unfortunately, has not found his own inner peace with this very serious issue. it is why mona has found herself perched at the foot of his bed, critically surveying the curled-up shell of the man beside her, torn between leaving him be and physically mangling some sense into him.

“jooheon,” she releases in a short breath, voice terse, fingers itching to grab at him and shake the dramatics off of his person. “are you being serious right now? are you really not going to eat this chicken i brought because you think you’re getting fat?”

a groan wracks her throat, her reaction to his lack of response to her pointed query. that is it, she has no more patience, and the chicken is getting cold. “jooheon!”

and okay, they’re not the best of friends, and okay, this is a little embarrassing, but mona is hungry and therefore not in the mood to be empathetic to a cause. her fingers catch the cusp of his t-shirt and she mercilessly pulls to expose what jooheon’s deemed unacceptable by societal standards. “are you kidding me?” she nearly-screeches upon the sight of his flat stomach. “you’re not fat at all!”

it’s not uncommon for akira to find herself in jooheon’s apartment, soft music droning on in the background, back pressed against the cold walls with legs crossed on his bed. there’s no denying that it’s small, much smaller than her own home, but she finds it quaint. plus, the excuse to be just a little bit closer to him didn’t hurt either.

of course she finds him handsome. it’s hard not to with his deep dimples, his chiseled jaw that seems too perfect to be real, but his appearance isn’t the reason she was drawn to him. she appreciates how genuine he is, how his words are never twisted just to appease; he’s a refreshing change of pace in a world full of people too afraid of bruised egos and hurt feelings.

but that honesty is also why she’s unafraid, uninhibited with her next words.