#yfxsen

…………. is this chastity club?( / slightly pained expression. )  i’ll come to one meeting okay, just ‘cause you’re asking so nicely. but don’t tell kangmi i said that.

I WANT THE K › not accepting

generated number: (3) nose kiss

his bottom lip was riddled with bite marks as he leaned over the table, arms tucked under his chest and elbows pressed into the surface. wide brow eyes darted from the pages that sen held in her hands, waiting for the answer on how well he’d done on the mock test. every fraction of his energy had been put in being able to pass this test and sen had graciously accepted to help him. ( because he’d gotten down on his knees and begged in front of the whole library, ending up in her being shushed into submission ). woosun’s teeth pressed together, baring them as he awkwardly watched her expression turn grim and his hopes slowly sunk down into an empty nothingness. 

he was going to fail, wasn’t he?

that was why he rose his hands in surrender and began to lean away from her. “i don’t want to hear it. if i’m going to fail – i’ll just fail!” woosun was already turning tail to run, reaching forward to snatch away the mock test before she could determine the end of everything. the repeat of the first year of high school and the shame that would run through his family’s faces when they were asked how well he was doing. sens grip was firmer than he expected, muscles tensed as their eyes met and he chewed down on his lip. everyone told him that he wasn’t very smart. he knew that. but that didn’t make it easier to hear, from anyone. 

woosun gently tugged at the corner of the page again, lowering his head.

it was impulsive to lean forward, lips brushing the tip of sens nose and tugging the page in one motion. allowing the shock of her reaction to free his test. the younger male jerked back as soon as the paper had been freed, shoving it between his book and clambering to escape. “i’ll redo it! you’ll see it then! i’ll figure it out!” he promised, loudly, urgently as he began to shove everything into his bag and knocked his chair over as he stood up. everyone in the library looking over in his direction in a mix of confusion and disgust. his head bobbing in apology as he put the chair back in place and offered an awkwardly grimaced smile to sen. 

12: chest kiss 

“they’re NOT small!” 

“okay, but they are–kind of small.”

kangmi is grinning, standing pretty in the small cramped dressing room of agent provocateur while sen stands opposite of her, both of which are trying out this spring’s newest line. her poor favorite’s ( one of, don’t get angry, jia, wherever you are ) face is flushed, plush lips pulled downward–and kangmi feels the slightest bit smug given the TORTURE she had inflicted on her earlier with all the casual NAMEDROPPING of a certain H word–the traitor.

“it’s okay if they’re small, sen-ahhhh.” oh, but no reply. shit–?? “seeeeeeeen,” the first year steps closer, arms encircling the other and cheeks pressing in between perk breasts, lower lip pulled into a pout as she nuzzles. “unnnnni,” kangmi tries again, saccharine seeping through as a small laugh slips past, lips pulled into a wide charming grin. 

“don’t be mad, i like them, they’re very cute.”

daringly, she presses a kiss to one, leaving proof of seo kangmi’s existence in mac amorous against fair skin ( and on her heart–or well, close to ).

@yfxsen

that was a massive fuck up.

he shouldn’t have done that. if he left taeyong’s drink alone, he could’ve gone through the day without a hitch, and a broken nose. the fact that taeyong doesn’t like to share his drinks or food, because the fact that saliva from others is disgusting, is widely known. well, the guy with the brain of albert einstein decided, “hey! it’d hilarious to spit in lee taeyong’s drink and let him drink it!” little did that fucker know, taeyong can pack a goddamn punch.

for the first time this year, he’s being sent to the office. he is surely getting an earful from his parents in exactly 5 hours. whatever, fuck it. all his anger went with his punch anyways, might as well do whatever the hell he wants now. taking leisure steps to wherever his feet take him, he starts to wander around like a lost freshman on the first day of school. the office can wait. 

walking mindlessly, taeyong sees something move out in the corner of his eyes. he checks his watch, it’s not lunch time yet. there shouldn’t be anyone out in the halls besides the adults. with pure curiosity, he turns around and pokes his head around the corner just to take a look.

his heart twists and his throat grows a lump. the way her facial features seems to be a perfect fit for each other, taeyong couldn't take his eyes off of her. he feels like melting the longer that he looked at her. he didn’t understand what he was feeling. the feeling of seeing someone so captivating, it’s a feeling that he never had a grasp on before. 

what the fuck.

the foreign feeling takes over his body as a small smile replaces his blank expression he had on. without a hesitation, he walks towards her with a goal of starting a conversation. without him being obvious, hell no, just because he has a crush on someone doesn’t mean he’s lowering his ego or pride for them.

perhaps for a normal person, purposely bumping into your crush isn’t exactly normal, but for lee taeyong, it’s pretty damn normal. pretending not to see her, his shoulder collides with hers and... her teacup goes up in the air.

I WANT THE K MEME // ACCEPTING

15: Kiss in the Rain

hyunwoo supposes that he had made his fair share of mistakes. and most he didn’t really give too much thought to. 

like this one. he’s two parts tipsy and two parts high as a kite, but that doesn’t stop him from enjoying the feeling of droplets on his skin. lightly at first, but as his fingers encircle sen’s wrist and pull her into the now heavily falling rain, he doesn’t think, just acts.

fingertips brush back her now completely drenched locks from her cheeks, push them behind her ears, and then.. presses the faintest of kisses to her lips. he wasn’t sure how this would affect their friendship at the moment, but neither did he care. he inhales the sent of the rain mixed with what he thinks is her perfume, but maybe it’s not (again too intoxicated to tell) and gives a lopsided smile.