#m3.

Hi dear thanks for the ask and I hope all is well 🖤❤

I actually have a couple

Black, red, purple, grey, gold, orange in some shades, green in some shades, blue in some shades.

Thanks again

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  8  :  EYELID KISS.

slumber transforms her. metamorphosis at its finest; she cannot see straight and her fingers are delightfully numb and she is miles from being in her right mind, but even mona can sense the change in akira as she falls deeper into nightly oblivion. there, in the dark of the room, in the pale wane of the moon, mona sees her bloom.

she has never denied the fact that the younger girl was beautiful -- but more than beautiful, she was passionate. wild tigress reborn with a human’s spine, with claws in the form of cutting wit and sharp teeth substituted for an even sharper tongue. akira is all razor edges and dragon’s fire ensconced within a slender ribcage, and for all of the faults the other girl may possess, mona -- satin-soft mona, gentle and pliable and weak mona -- still wishes that, sometimes, she were more like her.

but now, in the ivory light that streams from her window, mona realizes that even the most ferocious of tigresses can look vulnerable when they are asleep.

she sees: that instead of crooked smiles and a chin held high, there is kindness in the slope of her mouth and youthfulness in the bump of her nose. she sees: that for all of her proud demeanour and the hollowed dark circles from eyes that have seen too much, akira is, at the end of the day, still a girl.

it does not make her any less beautiful. in fact, it just makes her more wonderful.

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  5  :  FIRM KISS.

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  1  :  HOT, STEAMY KISS.

she breathes soft sighs of pleasure through flower petal lips. 

in this moment, she thinks, she has found felicity -- overflowing, unadulterated bliss. the electric feel of their warm bodies pressed against each other, his slender fingers combing her hair, clumsy in his hasty attempts free the bare skin of her back from her coiled tresses.

arched spine, taut muscles loosening, flushed cheeks, her body unwinding wonderfully in the heat of the moment, in the warmth of the space. she shivers underneath jaewook’s fingers, at the tantalizing way they run circles over the silk of her skin; at how they mould to her shape so easily one moment, pressure her the next. he hits a sore spot with practiced expertise and she cannot help the murmurs of satisfaction that burst forth in long, shuddering exhales.

yes, mona thinks.

the sauna was a good idea.

getting jaewook to give her a back massage was an even better one.

“oh, this is lovely,” the girl whispers in contentment, body shifting herself closer to jaewook’s hands, to be better under his ministrations; his chest is so close she can almost feel the heat radiating off from his bare skin, though mona herself can barely spot him through the cloud of steam. nevertheless, she turns around to try to face him anyway, lips parted in her muted joy. “you weren’t lying when you said you were good at this, jae. i’m impressed.”

                ( 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!”

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  16  :  UPSIDE-DOWN KISS.

her teeth glimmer in the moonlight, her grin is wide and her cheeks are flushed. if mona, as a mere passerby were to happen across eunyong as she is now, she would conjecture the other girl a lunatic. the other does look the part: bright eyes gleaming in the darkness, glassy from the copious amounts of whiskey they’d consumed; cheshire grin stretching ear to ear; hanging limp as a rag doll on the jungle gym, body contorted almost disbelievingly so that her neck is lolling and her head hangs upside down. sun eunyong is mania and mirth and drunken boldness packaged neatly in ribbons of silky skin and all mona can do is stare, little girl in awe of a playground goddess.

“mona, oh my god, you promised! i can’t wait here all night,” eunyong’s tone is bright but firm, and the other girl shuffles her feet nervously from her position a stone’s throw away. mona’s bottom lip is red from her unforgiving biting -- a bad habit she’s yet to cease.

“eunyong,” she begins to utter, but is cut off by the other’s succinct yell.

“you promised!”

she did.

“fine.” two strides and she is centimetres away from the other girl’s face -- from this vantage point, mona notices, mouths look like entirely foreign entities. perpetual frowns; sad crescent moons. but she banishes the thought and boldly kisses eunyong’s crescent moon mouth anyway, because she’d promised, and her mother did not raise a promise-breaker.