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SASKIA: im not gonna tell you :) SASKIA: you cant be allergic to cats, i wont allow it  SASKIA: uhhh i can take care of myself as good as any cat SASKIA: maybe he was scared of u first

KIAN: why not tho? KIAN: we’re friends right? friends tell each other things KIAN: wow ok ig i’m magically cured KIAN: ok but prove it lmao KIAN: i’m literally the nicest person on the planet?? KIAN: pretty sure he was just evil

☆ — ❛ snap : kian ▶ saskia. ❜

☆ — ❛ imessage : kian ▶ annya. ❜

KIAN: i know thqis is so stupid i'um stupid but i just rwanted to xknow ohw you were

KIAN: i sacw uyo today & wanxted to say ih but ima psyus ass bitch

KIAN: i know yiou hate me but ui can't stop thinking about cyou i rwish i could hate you tnoo

moonsus‌:

“this song is for… my boyfriend. the light of my life. he brightens every gloomy, rainy day of my life with just his smile - and gives me near sunburns when he talks, but it’s okay - i like it,” he stated over dramatically on the small stage of the bar he had begged kian to go with him to. he was leaning past tipsy and much closer to drunk, now. that was clear by how loud he was being, the mic practically unnecessary for the volume of his voice as he spent the next minute proclaiming his love until they force-started the music. he took on singing the very cheesy song ‘i chose right’ from the musical baby. he personally felt like the words perfectly represented his own feelings in their relationship, so much so that his heart felt full of admiration for kian by the end of the song. once it was over, he eagerly made his way off the stage and back over to kian, cupping the boy’s face in his hands and pulling him into a kiss. “okay, all of that is out of the way. i will not be that gross for the rest of the night. i swear. it’s all out of my system.” which sounded like a lie, but for the time being he was attempting to stay true to his word. “are you having fun?” it was followed with moonsu reaching up to tap kian’s nose, letting out a laugh as he did. that was all he really cared about, at the end of the day, and he made it obvious that it was. as long as kian was having a good time, moonsu was, too. he let kian completely dictate his emotions without even considering that it could ever be a bad thing to give him so much control. // @kians

most people would be embarrassed about the situation going down with their significant other, he figures. but not kian. he relishes in the attention and something sort of blooms in his chest at the admiration dripping from moonsu’s words. placing an elbow on the table, he props his chin up on his hand, and smiles at his boyfriend the whole time. he never once takes his eyes off of him. man, he’s really going to hate it when he has to let this one go. “what if i want you to be gross though?” he pouts, grabbing the hand that taps his nose and holding it with a certain fondness in his eyes. he hates to be his biggest fan but, damn, he’s really gotten good at all of this. he barely has to try. “i always have fun when i’m with you.” he states, his smile broadening. and, for once, something that comes out of his mouth isn’t a lie. he really does have fun with moonsu because the boy gives him everything he wants. the only downside to playing up this whole persona is that when they come to bars together, kian can’t just whip out his fake i.d. and get a drink because he’s suppose to be a nice boy who doesn’t do things like that; he’s suppose to play by the book. “it’s kinda loud in here though.” he admits. annoying, is more like it. he hates being around drunk people when he can’t get shitfaced himself. god, he’d love a beer right now. “maybe we could—” he trails off, chewing on his bottom lip, “go somewhere a little more private? quiet?”

☆ — ❛ 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 😉

seojvns‌:

as soon as kian wipes at his eyes, jun’s heart races with concern. “i… i wasn’t waiting, i just couldn’t sleep,” a lie to make himself seem less pathetic, but he and kian both know that wasn’t the truth. there wasn’t even a point in lying about it. “but i’m glad you’re home,” he adds, biting his lower lip as he watches kian’s movements from across the room. everything he does - each expression, each movement, jun watches intently. he knows something’s wrong almost immediately by his demeanour. “what happened?” he added, his voice softening, anxious that something bad happened to him. it was strange that jun felt so fiercely protective over kian, given that he was probably one of the last people who needed protecting. 

“you don’t seem fine,” he says in response, frowning at kian. and as soon as jun feels his hand caressing his cheek he can hear his heart beating loudly in his ears. his eyes remained on kian’s as he leaned into the touch. “it’s not even that late,” he protests, but he doesn’t even know what time it is. the only thing on his mind is how he wants to spend any time he can with kian. as soon as he pressed the button on his phone, jun’s eyes glance down at the screen, him noticing the crack immediately. “kian… what happened to your phone?” he asks, feeling a stronger sense of seriousness in his concern now, which is apparent in his tone. 

he follows kian, as loyal as ever, watching him as he removes his jacket and shoes, a frown still etched upon his expression. his worry for kian sometimes seemed unjustified, until moments like this. and then he’s pulled into a tight hug, which jun returns without a second thought, one hand around his waist with the other on the back of his neck as he holds kian against him. “don’t say things like that…” he mumbles in response, his words whinier than intended. “of course i wouldn’t, i care about you… so much…” and even that was an understatement. “who broke your heart? your phone?” he pulls away now to look at kian. 

despite the fact that jun’s not a confrontational person, he feels a sense of anger he’s unaccustomed to. the fact that someone hurt kian… it made him want to hit something. or someone. he places a hand on kian’s cheek, keeping close to him. “there’s nothing special about me,” he says with a sheepish laugh and a shake of his head, “but you,” he sighs, “there’s nothing about you that isn’t special.” and he’s never meant anything as much as he means that. “what do you need?” he asks, because he’s willing to give kian anything he wants.

he never really understood the whole “it’s like taking candy from a baby” quote until he met seojun. and now he gets it completely. it’s just so easy to get the boy exactly where he wants him that kian barely has to put in any work at this point. he falls into his trap every single time and he means it when he says that he’s lucky to have him. the other is so bad at hiding his emotions, too which kian eats up. he loves seeing each one fleeting across his face as kian’s appearance finally catches his eye and the concern grows deeper. he wants to be the center of seojun’s world, wants to be able to call him while he’s on a date or out with his closest friends, and have the boy drop everything he’s doing just to come to kian’s rescue. but he quickly shoves those thoughts to the back of his mind. it’s a little twisted, but he gets off on things like that. and how embarrassing would it be if he got hard in the middle of pretending to be heartbroken? he isn’t sure how he would explain that one away.

the feeling of seojun hugging him back just as tightly and assuring him that he cares about him so much causes kian to smile. but the boy pulls back so quickly that he almost doesn’t have time to slip back into his persona. almost. “just some dumb boy.” he replies, sniffling. “or maybe i’m the dumb boy for falling for his tricks.” he mumbles, looking down at his feet. that’s when he notices that their carpet truly is disgusting. though he doubts it’s from either one of them. the university has probably never cleaned it and now it’s forever tainted with bodily fluids, food, and god knows what else. a hand on his cheek pulls him from his thoughts and he looks up, melting into the touch easily. “please.” he huffs out a humorless, sad laugh. “there’s nothing special about me. i can’t do anything right.” he frowns. “but you’re perfect, junnie. you’re always here for me even when i don’t deserve it. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

probably be infinitely more bored, for one. “can i—” he pauses, averting his eyes to the floor again, “can i sleep in your bed tonight?” he asks quietly as if he’s shy about bringing it up. he tries to force a blush onto his cheeks, but there are some things that even he can’t do. “it’s okay if you say no. i know you may have someone coming over or something.” he mumbles, toeing at the dirty carpet. “i just, i don’t wanna be alone. i know it’s a little pathetic but ... it’s just been a rough night.” he sighs, chewing on his bottom lip. he pretends like he’s too embarrassed to look at his roommate and turns his attention towards his phone. he picks it up from the tv stand and presses a few of the buttons to see if it still works then tucks it away into his back pocket.

“do we have any ice cream?” he asks, finally looking at seojun again. “i always hear girls talking about how that seems to help them through heartbreaks so maybe i should give it a shot.” he smiles, keeping it closed and small; distant even. “have you ever had your heart broken, junnie?” he asks, curiously. and he actually is genuinely curious. even if only because he could use it against him in the future. he lets his words trail off as he pads his way to his room in search of something to change into. their space is small so it isn’t hard for them to communicate with each other even when they’re in different rooms. grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he tugs it over his head and tosses it to the floor. he undresses slowly to not only give off an exhausted state, but also just in case seojun follows him. “i couldn’t imagine anyone breaking your heart. you’re too sweet.” he says as he undoes the button of his jeans.

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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.

MINJI: look who i just brought home MINJI: he looked so lonely at the kitty coffee shop ): MINJI: i named him seojun jr !!

KIAN: seojun jr? like after seojun yoon? KIAN: y’all fuckin or sumn lmao

anvya‌:

annya finishes her handful of popcorn before answering his question, “i really love clue, it was my favorite. my dad would always win but he taught me his strategies and one time i actually guessed it on, like, the third round and my mom refused to play that game for a solid month.” she couldn’t help but laugh at the memories, soon longing to be back home and spend a whole day playing games and be around her parents. her life may have started off rough but she got lucky in the end to find people who finally cared about her. “i’ll have to make you play with me one day,” she smiles as her fingers trace through his hair before settling on his neck. to bring kian into a tradition she held so dear to her, she couldn’t help but grow a little excited with the idea. what if he came to meet her parents one day, and they got along so well, and soon he was invited to all the game nights and everything was just…perfect. “unless, uh, that’s too childish, of course. probably sounds lame,” she tries to wave it off with a laugh before reaching back for a few more bites of popcorn.

his next statement makes her raise an eyebrow before shaking her head, “you’re not boring at all. if anything, my picture is probably right next to the word boring in the dictionary.” maybe it was her own fault for feeling that way in the first place. there were plenty of times she could have gone out, hit up some random party and gained some regrettable experience, but at least it would be something. she chose to stay in her room and work on her designs, follow the rules and only hear about such experiences through the gossip vine at school. she’s pulled away from her thoughts one more, a horrible habit she does quite often, as kian peppers her with kisses that causes her smile to grow far too wide, soon happily kissing him back. this time, however, she pulls him back in, letting their lips collide for a little bit longer and a little bit stronger. there was no denying how kissing him always made swarm of butterflies fill her stomach, his lips almost like poison that she simply couldn’t get enough of. but soon she’s pulling away because maybe she was coming off too strong too fast… “can i ask you a stupid question?”

something akin to fondness tugs at the remnants of his heart when annya talks about spending time with her family and he vaguely wonders if his eyes ever light up like hers do. he wonders if there’s anything he’ll ever love that much. he finds that his body easily relaxes into her little touches though and he doesn’t even have to force a smile of adoration onto his face as he listens to her speak. maybe there is hope for him after all, he thinks. his brows nearly shoot into his hairline at her suggestion and he’s sort of taken aback. he’s been invited to family dinners before from many other partners, but he’s never once considered it. not until now. his features must betray him in that moment, conveying the fear that he feels, because annya is soon backtracking; she’s soon looking completely unsure of herself. and he hates it. “no, no—” he shakes his head, “not at all. it’s not lame or childish.” he assures her with a light laugh. he’s honored, in fact, but he knows that annya’s family would hate him. the real him, that is. but, then, he soon realizes that he’s jumping the gun and getting worked up over nothing. she’s inviting him to play with her, not her family. he deflates.

he quickly composes himself though (it’s what he’s good at) and beams at her. “if it means anything at all, you’re probably the most interesting person i’ve ever met.” he states. “you’re, dare i say, not like other girls.” he teases, smiling into their kiss. he isn’t one to let anyone truly take the reigns when it comes to his relationships, but he lets her. she moves at her own pace and when she deepens their kiss, he reciprocates happily. he’s debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it when her warmth disappears just as quickly as it came. he hates that he nearly sighs in frustration, but he blames it on him being a young dude. his body isn’t always exactly willing to cooperate. despite that, he’s quick to answer, “anything.” with a nod. “i mean, i’m not sure i’ll be able to answer but i’ll try.” he smiles encouragingly. “and i’m sure it’s not stupid, don’t say that. nothing you say is stupid.” he says, making sure that she has his undivided attention. his breath is trapped in his throat though, unsure of what she’s getting at and unsure if he can even tell the truth.

i need a fightbuddy, which is like a fuckbuddy but instead of banging you fight. no strings attached just text me lemme know when it’s going down