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☆ — ❛ snap : kian ▶ moonsu. ❜

KIAN: did you send me flowers today? KIAN: i mean ik it sounds like smth you’d do KIAN: but you can never be too sure KIAN: you might have competition 😉

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What I am telling you, before you begin my story, is this: I crave truth. And I lie.

Tana French

I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

James Frey 

SASKIA: wow he’s demanding!! SASKIA: i’m down as long as i can bring him with us SASKIA: i don’t have it in me to leave him alone 😞 

KIAN: you not into that? KIAN: what if i’m allergic to cats tho? KIAN: cats are super smart, sas KIAN: he could probs take better care of himself than u can tbh

☆ — ❛ snap : kian ▶ saskia. ❜

SEOJUN: isn’t that a good thing?? SEOJUN: if you stop replying i’ll know to come bring you a pillow and a blanket 😊 SEOJUN: encourage?? bad behavior?? i’d never SEOJUN: i do what i can!! SEOJUN: oh :( okay :(  SEOJUN: i’m a GREAT study partner, i’ll have you know!! not distracting at all SEOJUN: maybe we can do something fun after you’re done though! 💕

KIAN: no its college junnie we’re suppose to be livin it up KIAN: there u go again bein too nice to me KIAN: don’t frown..... its not like i don’t want you to..... KIAN: i’m sure you are but i won’t wanna study if ur around KIAN: like what? ☺☺☺ KIAN: i mean either way i’d love to as long as ur not busy

☆ — ❛ snap : kian ▶ seojun. ❜

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the sweat beaded on jiwon’s forehead as her sneaker clad feet pounded lightly against the sidewalk. practice had ended a few hours ago but per usual jiwon overachieving style she liked to extend her own training for an hour after. in order to keep things interesting she liked to take her final round through the campus’ quad. she was turning the corner around one of the lecture hall buildings when her body came colliding with another. the power behind her run causing a short huff to puff out of her lips, “—fuck,” the curse came out of her lips as she stumbled backwards trying to right herself. it wasn’t till that moment did her eyes land on the person in front of her, “—oh shit, i didn’t hurt you did i?” her eyes moved to scan the person for any obvious injuries. she normally wouldn’t be the type is apologize in a position like this, but she knew the power behind her when she ran she couldn’t have really hurt this person, “you’re lucky i wasn’t practicing my sprints,” she joked lamely.

kian grumbles to himself as the strap of his duffel bag catches on the door. he pulls on it once, twice, three times, before it finally gives way and detaches itself, subsequently freeing him from the frustrating scenario. he can feel the way his features settle into something reminiscent of annoyance almost immediately, but he doesn’t care enough to fix it. he’s tired so his facade is faltering. he’s just lucky that no one is around to see it slip. his brows furrow and suddenly he’s mad at the world again. his muscles are tense and extremely sore from practice which only adds to his irritation and that’s what throws him off completely. it’s the reason why he isn’t focused, why he isn’t paying attention to his surroundings. he’s usually so aware of the things around him so it sort of takes him by surprise when he rounds the corner and is nearly pummeled by another body. the hit is hard and it knocks the breath out of him, causes him to stumble backwards a bit.

he nearly snaps, curses at the offender, but has enough sense to calm himself down. that isn’t who he is. or, at least, that isn’t who he’s pretending to be. he schools his features and forces a laugh out. “as if your scrawny ass could hurt me.” he rolls his eyes, playfully. he and jiwon aren’t exactly friends or anything, but he has to play the part of the nice boy. despite the fact that the two seem to have a rivalry, always trying to one-up each other. “oh yeah?” he quirks a brow, readjusting the strap on his shoulder. “bet i could outrun you.” he says, almost as if it’s a challenge. he knows it’ll get her worked up though and that’s all he’s looking for. pretty little jiwon who wants to be the biggest track star in the world. oh, what he would give to crush those dreams. though he doesn’t actually think he could beat her. “i saw your last match.” he says, contorting his face into a look of disbelief. “wasn’t all that impressive. you can do better so ... what gives? what threw you off your game?”

seojvns‌:

“i do trust you,” he says, and it’s never about not trusting kian. there are few people that he trusts as much as jun does him. as he speaks, his words make sense, and seojun’s nodding slowly. “that’s true,” he agrees, about it being difficult to see himself as others see him, and how that’s true for everyone. he wishes he could see what kian does though. maybe he’d be able to like himself a little bit more if he did. “i guess i believe you,” he teases, and when kian says he’s not sure if anyone’s worth having him, he laughs as though it were a joke. “don’t be ridiculous,” he says with a soft scoff, gently pushing at his shoulder. “just honest, hmm?” he hums with a grin, choosing not to argue further once kian’s leaning over to press his lips to jun’s cheek. “well, it’s easy to take risks with you,” he admits, because he trusts him so much. it feels like nothing could ever go wrong when he’s with kian. “i guess it’s good i’ve never claimed that i’m not a cliche,” he adds in his own defense, “even if it’s a nineties, or early two thousands, cliche,” he says with a soft laugh. when kian asks him if he wants to, the answer seems obvious to jun, even if he hadn’t thought about it much prior to him asking. “um… not really,” he answers, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “i just don’t know how to do that?” he confesses sheepishly. “what about you? do you wanna take more risks?” he questions in return, head tilting slightly as his eyes remain on kian. “maybe… we could learn how to together.”

a shiver runs down his spine at the words. i do trust you, he says, and kian preens. once someone trusts you, it’s so easy to get everything you want. and seojun has always made it abundantly clear that he does, indeed, trust his roommate wholeheartedly. no matter that kian is probably the last person on earth that should have that kind of power. “no guessing.” he shakes his head. “just have the confidence to believe me.” he says, voice barely above a whisper. it feels more intimate that way. “i do.” he confirms, eyes bouncing between seojun’s. “yeah, maybe we could. maybe we should.” he agrees, the wheels turning in his head. leaning forward, he presses a kiss to the corner of his roommate’s mouth then to his lips. it’s chaste, merely a light brush, but he knows this is the game he has to play in order to keep seojun right where he wants him. though, he can’t deny the tenderness of it and somewhat relishes in the feel of the boy’s soft, plump lips against his own. it’s familiar in a way that kian isn’t necessarily used to; it’s familiar in a way that he can’t pinpoint. “i’ve thought about it.” he says, lips brushing against the other’s as he speaks. he keeps his words vague, slipping easily into the more manipulative side of his game. “about us. together.” he clarifies, his right hand slowly trailing over seojun’s chest to wrap around the back of his neck. “but you’re too good for even me. shouldn’t that tell you everything you need to know? you’re perfect and—” he pauses, licking his lips, “it’s so goddamn annoying.” he smiles.

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being stuck in an elevator, he thinks, is a blessing in disguise. most people would see it as something to fear or something to be frustrated over, but kian only sees it as an opportunity. or, at least, he would if he were stuck in one with literally anyone else other than jiwon. the two of them are like a hurricane meeting a tornado and his usual facade of the nice boy who goes to church every sunday doesn’t seem to faze her. they butt heads way more than they probably should, but he can’t deny that he kind of likes it; revels in it, in fact. “you know,” he starts, leaning his head back against the metal wall, “this would be a great time for us to really get to the root of our problems.” he suggests, his head lolling to the side to look at her. “i don’t wanna leave anything unresolved as i cross over into the afterlife.” 

he smiles, but he doesn’t even believe it’s all sweet and innocent himself. “or a good hate-fuck might be the way to go. leave this world with a bang, right?” he suggests, breathing a light laugh through his nose. he means for it to come off as a joke, of course, because that’s what pretend kian would do. but, if she was down, then he would be too. “i mean, i know i’m suppose to save myself for marriage but—” he trails his finger down the wall, watching his reflection, “i think god would give me a pass. don’t you think?” he quirks a brow, the smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth.