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Flynn isn't saying anything, but he really doesn't have to. He's sure his grin is evident in the way it presses against the side of Jiwon's head. He has the other man spread across his chest, legs held open by the way his own legs are spread, so he can pump his fingers in and out of Jiwon's ass.

"We gotta go get ice cream right now! The world will end if we don't!"

Your name: juniper

Romantic or platonic?: romantic platonic

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: maybe a magic show and then dinner!

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: i prefer ice cream, but what do you like better?

What's your perfect date?: going out for a meal, then taking a walk in the park and learning about each other

Would you cook for me?: yes!

Would you let me cook for you?: if you want to!

Can we make-out?: if.. if you want to-

Make out in private or in public?: erm.. either or, if you want to-

Do you like to cuddle?: yes!

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: blankets

Couch or bed?: the couch is pretty comfy

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: planting trees, listening to music, going on nature hikes

Tell me something about you no else knows: when i was little, i was scared that a watermelon would grow inside of me if i ate a seed, so all the way up until high school i told people i was allergic to watermelon :(

Why do you want to be my valentine?: i think it could be fun hanging out together..! and everyone else said they already had plans

What makes you a good Valentine?: i'll let you pick whatever you want to do!

valentine's day application (accepting because i just smacked my braincells back together) — @interxstitial

caspian is slowly, slowly getting accustomed to being different. to being inhuman. it's scary and awful, being thrust into this world he didn't know existed. but it's interesting, too. he sees creatures like him in the dark. he smells someone at the bus stop and knows instinctually, somehow, that they are not human.

jiwon is different now, too. caspian doesn't know if it's because they've been feeding on him frequently—or if something else makes the air swirl thick and heavy around him sometimes. they don't know which is worse.

but they don't know how to ask. not until they're feeding from him again, because he's so protective, and so sweet, and he doesn't want caspian to feed from anyone else. but it's different this time. it builds, bit by bit—a muffled ringing in their ears, like they forgot earplugs at a concert. a strange, sour taste to his blood. and then hands on them. at first caspian thinks it's just jiwon trying to stop or steady them. but the hands are cold and sharp. they tug at caspian, tear at their skin, all over their body, too many hands—

stopping in his tracks, jaeun turns to look at jiwon for a moment. there's a lovely blush painting his soft cheeks, peeking out from under the collar of jaeun's jacket. there is also something... soft and uncertain in his eyes. something vulnerable. it makes jaeun want to tug jiwon into his arms and shield him from the world forever.

"i'm not pretending," he offers, and takes a step forward. the hesitance is understandable, jaeun thinks. they'd done so much dancing around one another, always chasing and drawing back and chasing again.

dami would have been protective of jiwon even if she didn't know him, even if her son didn't talk about him constantly. he's a bit of a pathetic figure before her, bare feet and cold red fingers and a bruise blooming dark on his cheek. she'd kicked the troublemakers out of the bar to keep everyone safe, only to put jiwon directly in harm's way.

junseok looks at the latter. this had been going on for a while, and it annoyed junseok that the other boy hadn't said anything.

maybe the annoyance came from having to interact with him first. of course - he could just ignore him for the rest of the year and eat his lunch alone - yet there was some sort of tug at his chest to say something.

"come here."

it came out more stern than he realized, but that is all he learned how to be. he wasn't tall in stature and had to learn how to fend for himself. to see someone tiptoeing around him but stay in his vicinity was a bit unusual, but it was something that had piqued his interest in the last few weeks. a few days ago, jiwon (as he had found out during attendance), was on the other side of the table. it's not like junseok owned it, anyway.

no one dared to sit with junseok. they had labeled him the crazy maniac who knew how to fight. what an absurd nickname.

just yesterday, jiwon had come closer, just sitting diagonally from junseok. he scoffs, stops eating his food for a second, and smacks his chopsticks down onto the table.

[ to: j ] got into his bed finally jfc

[ to: j ] clingy bastard

[ to: j ] he's asleep but i think i'll be able to wiggle out of his arms soon