#rcfuscnik

      They are walking together, side by side their shoulders bumping. Liam showing Eun different places he likes to hang out, outside of swimming. Yes, surprisingly enough he had a life outside of swimming. The male is taking Eun’s hand tugging the other along as he walked. “Come on, let’s take a picture over there.” 

It was a tree cover in fresh snow, the perfect picture and Liam was going to get it. Pulling Eun close he smiled bright turning his camera to face the pair. “Now smile really big.” His own smile growing when he sees Eun’s smile on the phone. Before he snapped the picture, even counting down from three. Turned his face kissing the male on the cheek. It wasn’t crazy, just a sweet gesture from Liam to Eun.

                      ❝ forever ago is .... ❞    he digs through lovers   ,   memories of touches and tingles from even as recently as last night   ,   but finally he CATCHES the memory   .     ❝ like, a month or something, but       -  he didn’t even get to finish, so it doesn’t count...  ❞    my version of forever. he offers a laugh   ,   albeit a little bit after the fact   ,   but still finds humor in her words-  ... because they were BOTH right   .   even if a few weeks didn’t really qualify   ,   considering the man’s body count   ,   it was a distant thing   ,    something in the past   .   he’s almost disappointed that it took the public THIS long to catch on   .

the lion feels almost childlike   ,   being scolded for misbehaving   ,   though if leo was being honest   ,   there was something he LIKED about their dynamic   .   however forward he was   ,   no matter how hard the lover pushed   ,   samara didn’t seem to budge   .   he’s trying to follow her rules   ,   but the second the brush hits him he squinches his nose   .     ❝ don’t do my eyes, then. i always end up wiping it off anyways ... ❞

               she’s   never   actually   celebrated   this   holiday   before.   it’s   not   even   a   real   holiday,   but   last   night,   she’d   spent   hours   baking   treats   until   she   finally   perfected   her   batch.   now,   holding   a   nicely   packed   box   of   chocolates   in   her   hands,   she   offers   them   to   the   other,   trying   not   to   flush   like   an   utter   schoolgirl.   ❛   so,   uh,   i   didn’t   know   if   you   actually,   you   know,   like   valentine’s   day,   but   .   .   .   since   this   is   our   first   valentine’s   together,   i   thought   it   would   be   .   .   .   nice   .   .   .   ❜   hope   bites   her   lip   as   she   takes   a   deep   breath.   ❛   i   made   you   chocolates,   by   the   way   .   .   .   ❜

kibum cursed for the tenth time. 

❝ sulking will get you nowhere, ❞ maria, his manager, said as she read the newspaper. 

kibum glanced at her perfectly manicured nails, the matte, nude color elegant in her pretty hands. her face was void of any emotion, like usual. he scrunched up his nose in disgust.

❝ i’m not crazy, i don’t need to see a fucking psychiatrist of all people, ❞ he fumed, crossing his arms against his chest and pouting petulantly. 

maria then looked at him, lowering the paper to her lap. ❝ let’s see, you have been unable to sleep well for weeks, you are starting to get nervous in your own house or when you are surrounded by people, and you are even forgetting your own songs. excuse me if i think it is urgent you get help. and for the record, this is not my idea alone, the records label wants you clean of issues if you want to keep your contract. ❞  

when her words were met with silence, maria returned her attention to the newspaper. kibum looked out through the window, annoyance clear in his features. by the time the car was parked, kibum was resigned to his fate.

Egan is a bottom-leaning switch

“ y’know it’s rude to stare. ”

normally such a statement would be laced with knives and dipped in poison, yet today radar is simply tired. night terrors have been keeping him awake as of late and all he wants is to sleep, yet his therapist won’t prescribe him any kind of sleeping pill. he’s exhausted. 

slumped in the corner of a quietly bustling cafe, the vet nurses a cup of coffee along with a new book. he had noticed the other’s gaze on him earlier and had simply looked up— that usually makes people look away, mind their own fucking business. but not this person, apparently.