✿✿✿✿✿✿ ((Kiss him :'3))
send me✿ and i’ll generate a number@voidheartbeats28. kiss to the corner of the mouth
Strobe lights stroke the lines of bodies as they shift, highlighting the sharp planes of cheekbones and the brightness of eyes. The group is in their element, bounding over the span of the stage to the cheers of their audience. It’s so easy, slipping into the chaos: Saeyoung becomes Seven onstage, part of the constellation that is his team. The song shifts to something tastefully sultry. It’s pure instinct to slink to Vanitas, to shift into his rhythm as they’ve practiced a thousand times. Give the fans a hint of what they want, Saeyoung’s been told. Certainly, feeding into the rumours of behind-the-scenes shenanigans with Vanitas is precisely what the fans desire. If he’s being honest with himself– it’s not like Saeyoung’s opposed. So he leans in, outstretched fingertips skimming Vanitas’ hip and venturing cheekily up his side. A twist of a dance; a roll of the hips; a shift closer. Their mouths brush– just the corners. Just a graze. Screams erupt from the fans, accompanied by the flash of cameras, and Saeyoung ensures to grin as he tugs at Vanitas’ hair and pulls away. His body thrums for the remainder of the show.











