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     the shift in daehyun’s expression is one that would have been missed if hannie wasn’t so attentive of him already. it’s clear the younger man isn’t listening to much of what he’s saying at all, and the fact that hannie can see the rapid thoughts flickering through daehyun’s eyes almost causes him to shiver. it’s surprising, though it’s not, when that large palm wraps around his frail wrist, and hannie finds himself exhaling a deep breath as the other begins to tug him through the crowd. he’s been in this position before, quick fucks in some poor soul’s bed during the middle of a party. it should be boring, it should make hannie want to yawn, but the fact that it’s daehyun dragging him through dancing bodies and stepping through muffled conversation makes his heart beat far harder than it should. 

      ❝ daehyun. ❞ hannie isn’t able to tell whether or not the younger just didn’t hear him or whether or not he has been ignored. his voice doesn’t feel as strong as it usually does, pulse racing so loud in his ears he’s almost scared to speak any louder in fear of yelling–in fear of breaking whatever desperate haze has fallen over them. it’s only pure luck that the bathroom is empty when daehyun twists the doorknob and ushers them inside. the look that he sends hannie leaves him gasping, one that tapers off into a moan the moment his back and head collide with the wooden door behind him. his head is ringing, but the pain goes unnoticed in favor of the way daehyun is pressing himself against him so close. for a moment hannie forgets to breathe, palm smacking on the door as it blindly tries to find the doorknob, and the fact that he’s successful in locking the door when his mind is filled with nothing but daehyun daehyun daehyun is a blessing in of itself. 

     daehyun looks wild, so unlike his usual composed self that it leaves hannie’s thighs shaking in anticipation. the hand wrapped around his wrist is still a vice grip, one that sends hannie’s thoughts into a tizzy. all he can think about is daehyun. daehyun’s heat. daehyun’s smell. the feeling of daehyun’s knee between his legs as he’s all but pinned against the door. the way the younger is looking at him makes hannie feel as though he’s about to get eaten in the best possible fucking way–daehyun a lion and he only a small gazelle. 

     the whimper that stumbles past his lips is muffled into daehyun’s when he leans down to connect their mouths once more in a bruising kiss. coal hot fingertips cause hannie to shudder as they travel up his navel, dragging his shirt up up up in their obvious destination. it’s almost frantic, the way he shrugs out of his pink, fluffy jacket, letting out a pleased noise when the restricting garment is finally slipping past his wrists and onto the floor. without hesitation he raises his arms into the air, allowing daehyun to slip his shirt over his head and throw it onto the soon to be growing pile of clothes. hannie’s back arches into the burning touch automatically, head tipping back and banging against the door once more when daehyun disconnects their lips to trail just as hot kisses down his neck, across his collar bones, even going so far as to bend down and place one right in the middle of his sternum. 

     hannie hates ( he loves ) how much of a mess daehyun has made him already. moaning softly once more at the strained sound of the other male’s voice–body shivering at the realization that daehyun is just as much of a mess as he is. 

      ❝ yes. ❞ he’s not usually so submissive. a bigger fan of taking control into his own hands, but it’s hard when daehyun has him pinned like this, with that deep, gruff voice in his ear. hannie melts, hands coming up to desperately tug daehyun’s hoodie and shirt over his head ( without a doubt knocking his glasses askew ) just so he could run his hands over and down those bare, broad shoulders he’s fantasized about so often in class. it’s easy for him to scoot his back up against the door, thighs wrapping easily around daehyun’s waist as his feet leave the floor in favor bringing the other male even closer. ❝ don’t stop. if you stop i will literally murder you, kim daehyun. ❞

                   everything about hannie had the ability to drive daehyun crazy --- that he had learned early on. from the moment they had met the older male had occupied his thoughts more than what would be deemed appropriate for the barely-acquainted nature of their relationship. the infliction only grew worse the closer the two got. each late night spent on the phone for hours, talking the night away while piles of homework sat untouched on his desk. teasing glances as the two barely made it through their dreaded eight am class, having only gone to bed three hours prior. he was always more confident in those situations --- the ones where hannie couldn’t see him. it was easier to vocalize his thoughts when he didn’t have to stay them directly to him, the ambiguity of faceless conversation allowing him to be more bold than he would ever dare to be in person --- though he couldn’t say he hadn’t thought about it. often. more often than he cared to admit. if he had more confidence, less of a quiet disposition ... if he didn’t turn into a complete ball of mush the second hannie entered a room, then maybe letting his desires be known wouldn’t have been such an off-putting notion. however, that wasn’t the case, and nine times out of ten just seeing him would make him die inside. tongue would become like a weight in his mouth, legs unable to stop shaking. 

                     hannie was always able to make an absolute mess out of him, but he wasn’t going to let that be the case this time --- in fact, he planned on returning the favour.

                     it’s a pity, their lips parting, but one less garment of clothing on hannie’s body is a blessing in itself. when he gets the shirt over his head he has to stop for a moment. a sharp inhale, drawn out exhale --- god is he ever beautiful. he knows he’s staring, know’s hannie can probably tell, and only stops to continue kissing his body. every inch of exposed skin he can reach. his head feels like it’s spinning, stomach churning with warmth. at that moment he wasn’t sure if he had ever wanted something, someone, anything so badly. there’s no effort made to stop hannie from lifting his hoodie and shirt over his head, but he can’t help the soft laughter that tumbles past his lips as his glasses fall down his nose in the process. he adjusts them out of habit --- normally in situations like this he would just take them off, but he wants to be able to see hannie perfectly --- before kissing hannie once more. when the other jumps up, wrapping his legs around daehyun’s waist, he feels his stomach flip, heart rate increase, pants grow uncomfortably tighter.

                     hannie is between him and the wall now, practically begging him not to stop his onslaught of kissing and touching, and the need in his voice makes daehyun’s head swim. his hands are under hannie’s thighs holding him up, so dae presses him further into the door in order to move his hands away. they move up his thighs, slowly making their way up until they reach his lower back. dae lets them rest their for a moment, peppering kisses along hannie’s shoulder, barely whispering each moment his lips briefly leave the skin.

                     “ you’re so beautiful. ”

                     it’s not long before restless hands are on the move again, sliding across hannie’s stomach and down to the buttons of his shorts. dae wastes no time, fingers making quick work of undoing each of them and lowering the zipper. his eyes move up for a moment, meeting with hannie’s as his fingers begin to teasingly brush over the parted fabric of his jeans. he looks for confirmation, a sign that everything is okay, and when he gets it he slowly slides his hand into hannie’s pants, gaze never leaving his face. his expressions alone make it impossible for dae to fight back the moan that threatens to fall from his lips, and it rips from his throat needy and desperate. he’s torn between continuing to watch as hannie’s face changes from one expression of pleasure to the next or kissing him again, but ultimately decides on the latter. could you get addicted to kissing someone ?  he was beginning to think it was possible. 

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im gonna claw myself apart. we watch netflix together and i keep a respectful and responsible distance; you lean against me to pause the screen. ask if i want cookies. i can’t stop staring at your lips. what? i say. i knew what you’d asked me even as you ask again, i just don’t want the moment to end.

we’re just friends. we’re just friends.

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someone give me “you live in the apartment across the hall and you’re so fucking hot but i get so awkward around you even though you act completely normal and i stutter every.time. you’re out of my league anyway but then one night my stupid roommate locks me out and i forget my key and you see me sitting the hallway so you invite me in. and obviously i say yes but holy crap what is happening” plot pretty pls

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     daehyun’s unabashed laughter almost leaves hannie breathless. there’s something about seeing him so carefree–smiling, laughing, head tipped back as he does so–that seems to shake the older man to his core. hannie almost wishes that he had his phone just so he could record it. watch it over and over and over again when he’s laying in bed ( after daehyun gets off the phone to go to sleep ) just to keep him content until the next time hannie can hear his voice. it’s good. so fucking good. far better than the breathy moans and soft whimpers he got to hear the night before. so much better. and that thought really does shake him to the core. it’s a surprising one, but it isn’t, not really. there’s always been something about daehyun that was different. at this point hannie should just expect all the curve balls the taller man throws his way. 

     but he’s never really been good at sports, prone to fumbling. he knows in a way he’s going to fumble this one too. it’s inevitable. 

     though hannie finds himself wishing that it wasn’t. 

     eyebrows furrow in humored confusion as hannie watches dae back away from him, keeping his hands on dae’s arms and running them down the length until they absolutely have to drop back down to his sides. he’s not exactly sure what the other male has planned. his grin is contagious though, one hannie has to fight down from crossing his own lips. the bigger he smiles the harder it becomes for him to see, and he wants to see this. daehyun looks like a fucking vision standing in the small crowd of moving bodies, waiting from the song to end and the other to begin. it takes hannie’s brain a moment in it’s high and drunken stupor to realize exactly what daehyun is doing when he begins dancing, but once he does it’s impossible to stop the giggles from tumbling out of his throat. his laughter is shameless, held tilted back towards the ceiling as his arms come to wrap around his own torso. it gets worse when when he shoots off towards a small redhead, and hannie’s laughter only gets worse when he realizes all daehyun has to do it pump his fist for her to join in on the dance. 

     ( he’s falling, falling, falling so fast it’s dangerous ) 

      ❝ that was the most ridiculous and amazing thing i’ve ever seen. ❞ hannie is breathless now, pressing himself up against dae’s chest when the younger finally comes back to him, finding himself more than content when the weight of daehyun’s arms drape themselves around his waist. he wants nothing more than to kiss him again, and when hannie realizes he can, he does. their bodies are getting jostled by the others around them, but he focuses on wrapping his arms around daehyun’s shoulders instead. it’s so easy, standing on his tip-toes and bringing their lips together once more. it’s more laughter than it is kissing, lips touching teeth and tongues only brushing just so. hannie allows himself to kiss daehyun again, and again, and again, until his toes are aching from standing on them too long. he drops back down to the balls of his feet, dragging daehyun down with him, and it’s then does hannie allow himself to really kiss him ( just as filthy and wet and messy as it was in the kitchen. he tastes like the cherry sucker hanging loosely between hannie’s fingers ). it almost feels natural, the way his body automatically arches into daehyun’s large palms. 

     it feels good. hannie likes it more than he should. 

      ❝ you’re the most ridiculous and amazing thing i’ve ever seen. you have 100% percent one-upped me. and i really can’t even be mad about it. what other secrets skills are you hiding from me, kim daehyun? ❞

                     hannie’s lips on his own -- though unfamiliar -- is a welcome feeling. in the crowd of people, arms around his waist and hoisting him up just slightly so all the pressure of his weight isn’t on his feet. the first kiss is silly -- nothing compared to the passionate encounter in the kitchen only minutes prior -- and yet, almost better. he can taste cherry in hannie’s laughter, feel the warmth of his breath and the brush of his eyelashes against his cheeks. the pulse of the music and the way the air around them is vibrating with noise makes daehyun’s entire body tingle. they’re so close, melting into one another with tangible desperation and not a care in the world.

                     it’s when hannie drags him down to his level, arms around his shoulders like an anchor to keep him from floating away, that he really can’t contain himself anymore. he’s whimpering into the kiss before he can even try to stop himself, fingers digging into the soft skin just below hannie’s waistband. the behaviour earns a look of discontent from a few people nearby but daehyun can’t bring himself to care. all he wants to be closer, skin-on-skin, so tangled up in one another that you couldn’t tell who was who anymore. 

                     he wanted hannie totally and completely, and when he wanted something he was determined to get it.

                     the words that fall from hannie’s lips land on ears that only half-listen, other sense too overloaded to cut hearing any slack. a few words are picked up in passing --- amazing, one-upped, secret skills, and then his name rolling off of hannie’s tongue as though he were the only one ever meant to say it. less talking, more kissing, more touching he wants to say, beg, plead even. make me yours. he isn’t normally one to be this desperate, but his entire body is on fire and hannie is a cool lake he wants to jump in.

                     it’s mere seconds before his hand is around hannie’s wrist and he’s weaving them through the crowd, vision blurry as he gently pushes people left and right to make a pathway to the bathroom. he hears but doesn’t acknowledge hannie’s questions, only looking back at him for a moment as his free hand grabs onto the doorknob and twists, the door to the bathroom swinging open. it’s feverish, the way he pulls the older man into the cramped space, needy, and the door isn’t even closed before he’s pushing him into it. they stumble for a moment before the door shuts itself and hannie’s back collides with the suddenly solid surface with a soft thud. one of daehyun’s hands still holds his wrist, the other palm-down on the door next to hannie’s head. they breathe in shaky tandem, daehyun’s dark eyes exploring every inch of hannie’s face --- blown pupils darkening almost black eyes, plump lips already bruised with kisses, cheeks a brilliant pink. he looks like art, a piece that daehyun could admire forever.

                     no words are exchanged between the two before dae’s lips are crashing into hannie’s once more. a moan rips itself from his throat as his hands travel up hannie’s chest under his shirt. he wants it off. all of it. doesn’t care that they’re drunk in some strangers bathroom. everything he had been imagining the night before ( and before that too, his imagination had a tendency to run away from him whenever hannie looked at him a certain way ) as hannie whispered dirty things to him through the phone was coming to fruition -- albeit different than he had originally expected. greedy fingers trace the line from hannie’s bellybutton up to his chest, dae disconnecting their lips to dip his head down and press kisses along his torso.

                     “ god, ” his words are little more than a whisper, forced out between kisses as he leaves a trail back up hannie’s neck, his jaw, his cheeks, until his lips hover just above the other’s.

                     “ better than over the phone, hmm ? ”

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(    *    & .    —    GREY’S  ANATOMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  what  was  i  to  you ?  the  girl  you  screwed  to  get  over  being  screwed ?  ’

‘  you  were  like  coming  up  for  fresh  air .  it’s  like  i  was  drowning  and  you  saved  me .  that’s  all  i  know .  ’

‘ am  i ?  … dead ?   ’

‘  i’m  glad  you’re  being  strong  about  this .  i  know  how  hard  this  is ,  i  know  how  bad  you  feel .  ’

‘  not  everybody  has  to  be  happy  all  the  time .  that’s  not  mental  health ,  that’s  crap .  ’

‘  it’s  not  a  screw  up ,  it’s  a  miracle .  ’

‘  please  don’t  cry  on  my  ass .  ’

‘  what  do  you  need ,  an  “ i  love  you ”  or  something ?  i  love  you .  call  me  when  you get  there .  ’

‘  oh , yay !  someone’s  hurt .  ’

‘  pick  me .  choose  me .  love  me .  ’

‘  i’m  just  not  ready  to  forgive  you  yet .  ’

‘  go  on ,  just  get  it  all  out .  all  the  tears .  ’

‘  i  intend  to  fight  like  a  girl .  i’ll  let  them  kill  each  other  and  then  i’ll  be  the  last  one  standing .  ’

‘  well ,  isn’t  this  cozy ?  can  i  join  or  are  you  not  into  threesomes ?  ’

‘  if  i  went  missing ,  would  anyone  notice  i  was  gone ?  ’

‘  that  is  rude  and  unkind  and  completely  true .  ’

‘  so ,  i’m  bisexual .  so  what ?  it’s  called  lgbtq  for  a  reason .  there’s  a  b  in  there  and  it  doesn’t  mean  badass .  okay ,  it  does ,  but  it  also  means  bi .  ’

‘  can  you  go  have  sex  with  him  and  make  him  be  nicer ?  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  what  i  am ,  but  i  know  that  i  am  not  happy .  ’

‘  it’s  okay …  to  be  tired ,  right ?  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  who  i  am  anymore .  not  someone  i  ever  thought  i’d  be .  ’

‘  i  believe ,  if  you  were  dead ,  the  world  would  be  a  better  place .  ’

‘  don’t  let  what  they  want  eclipse  what  you  need .  ’

‘  he  is  not  the  sun .  you  are .  ’

‘  he  can  go  suck  it !  i  am  the  sun .  ’

‘  did  he  visit  “ ladytown ” ?  because  i  find  if  they  don’t  go  down  to  “ ladytown ”  the  first  time …  there  should  be  no  next  time .  ’

‘  i  need  more  liquor ,  i’m  not  ready .  ’

‘  uh ,  this  bottle  is  empty ,  are  there  more ?  bottles ?  ’

‘  i’m  all  alone  and  i  have  nothing  and  no  one  wants  me .  ’

‘  let’s  do  it .  let’s  make  a  baby ,  right  now .  ’

‘  is  it  true ?  did  you  punch  a  homophobe ?  ooh ,  unexpected .  high  five !  ’

‘  we’re  adults .  when  did  this  happen ?  and  how  do  we  make  it  stop ?  ’

‘  you  think  i’m  broken ?  fix  me .  cause  i’m  no  quitter .  ’

‘  i’m  not  happy  and  bubbly .  i’m  dark  and  cloudy .  ’

‘  you  never  think  the  last  time’s  going  to  be  the  last  time .  you  think  there  will  be  more .  you  think  you  have  forever ,  but  you  don’t .  ’

‘  no  one  is  leaving  and  no  one  is  dying .  ’

‘  everyone  is  leaving  and  everyone  is  dying .  ’

‘  the  words  that  you  said  were  “ lets  take  this  bitch  down . ”  ’

‘  that  was  the  tequila  talking .  ’

‘  the  only  way  to  fail  is  not  to  fight  so  you  fight  until  you  can’t  fight  anymore .  ’

‘  from  now  on ,  you  can  expect  that  i’m  gonna  show  up .  even  if  i  yell ,  even  if  you  yell .  i’m  always  gonna  show  up ,  okay ?  ’

‘  it’s  not  true …  it’s  not  true .  he  takes  the  truth  but  he  twists  it  and  changes  it  to  fit  his  own  story .  ’

‘  you’re  my  person .  if  i  murdered  someone ,  you’re  the  person  i’d  call  to  help  me  drag  the  corpse  across  the  living  room  floor .  ’

‘  you  are  my  favorite  person  on  the  planet  and  if  we  are  meant  to  be  more  in  this  lifetime  it  can’t  start  with  you  cheating .  ’

‘  are  you  plotting  a  murder ?  a  nuclear  attack ?  it’s  fine ,  i’ll  get  on  board ,  i’m  sure  you  have  a  good  reason .  but  just ,  let  me  know .  ’

‘  you’ve  said  that  word  so  many  times  today  it  doesn’t  even  sound  like  a  word  anymore .  ’

‘  who  here  feels  like  they  have  no  idea  what  they’re  doing ?  ’

‘  too  many  people  have  seen  me  naked  already .  i’d  like  to  keep  whatever  dignity  i  have  left .  ’

‘  we  screw  boys  like  whores  on  tequila .  ’

‘  i  want  another  chance .  i’m  so  in  love  with  you .  ’

‘  i  know  you  have  a  boyfriend .  i’m  saying  you  could  have  a  husband .  ’

‘  your  boobs  are  perfect ,  your  hair  is  down  to  there .  if  i  were  you ,  i’d  walk  around  naked  all  the  time .  ’

‘  i  believe  that  in  the  face  of  overwhelming  evidence  to  the  contrary ,  we’ll  all  be  okay .  ’

‘  your  choice ,  it’s  simple :  them  or  me ?  i’m  sure  they’re  really  great ,  but  i  love  you .  ’

‘  i  get  it ,  okay ?  i  get  it !  you’ll  be  okay ,  you’ll  be  fine ,  but  what  about  me ?  so  don’t  do  it  for  yourself ,  do  it  for  me !  ’

‘  i’ll  never  be  able  to forgive  you  for  making  me  love  you .  ’

‘  when  your  life  is  sucking  you  get  drunk  and  sleep  with  inappropriate  men .  it’s  your  thing  or  whatever .  i  find  it  charming .  ’

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     there’s a moment in time where hannie is almost worried ( hannie? worried? he’d kill anyone if they knew ) that daehyun wouldn’t follow him back into the living room. there’s enough time between hannie leaving and his arrival where the small, blonde cheerleader meets back up with the blue-haired girl from before. the sucker hannie had placed into her mouth is no longer there, instead replaced with another of a different color. he’s not exactly sure where she had gotten it, or who she had gotten it from, but when she taps his lips with the sweet treat hannie opens his mouth automatically to suck it into his mouth. they share a small laugh as they dance together, though it’s obvious his attention isn’t focused solely on her. it’s almost embarrassing the way she catches onto the fact that hannie is looking for someone, specifically daehyun, and with his back pressed against her front as their hips swing to and fro, it’s almost as though she’s helping him search for the younger male–though really, she couldn’t possibly know what daehyun even looked like. 

     the only reason why he catches the familiar flash of pink hair in the crowd is because daehyun hadn’t put the hood of his hoodie up again. he hadn’t even bothered to fix the mess that was his hair since hannie had run his fingers through it, and the sight almost makes him a little breathless. he stops dancing to watch daehyun watch him, and the way the younger males bunny smile scrunches his nose makes it impossible for hannie to not smile back–taking the lollipop out of his mouth to do so. hannie allows himself a moment to stand there, to take daehyun in with his pink hair and round glasses and rumpled black hoodie. he hates the way his heart beats a steady rhythm in his chest. hates the way he feels butterflies in the pit of his stomach. love love loves the way daehyun lets out a deep breath when hannie finally disconnects from the girl with blue hair to tug the other closer to him once more.

      ❝ you can’t dance?! god, i don’t think we can hang out anymore, daehyun! ❞ hannie gasps loudly, teasingly, when daehyun leans down to whisper into his ear. hannie wouldn’t say he was amazing at dancing, he could at least keep a rhythm, but it wasn’t as though the people surrounding them were sober enough to care. he scrunches his nose at daehyun playfully before turning around in his arms, shoulder blades pressed again the taller male’s chest before hannie placed those large palms back onto his hips. it’s a simple rocking to the beat, nothing too grimy or dirty ( like hannie would have usually done ). after a few moments it’s almost impossible to keep his head tilting back with that wind-chime laughter as dae seems to trip over his feet once again. was it the second time? third time? hannie wasn’t sure but it was so fucking endearing he felt as though he was going to get a cavity.  ❝ god you really can’t dance, can you? ❞ tapping the lollipop against daehyun’s lips, hannie waited until he accepted it before taking a step back with a perked, playful eyebrow. 

      ❝ watch and learn, baby. ❞ letting his hips swing to the beat, hannie closes his eyes as he starts to feel the rhythm. he keeps this playful ( almost seductive ) dance going for a few seconds before he opens his eyes once more and allows his moves to melt into a sad rendition of the robot. a snort of laughter tumbles past his lips, even though he’s trying so hard to keep his face serious. the joint from earlier and the alcohol he’s consumed definitely isn’t helping him keep up the act. in his frozen, robot form, hannie gives daehyun a teasing look. ❝ try and one up that! ❞

                     if someone were to ask daehyun where he felt the most comfortable, a party would likely fall somewhere near the bottom of the list along with the dentist and his grandparent’s house. however, here in this crowded frat house watching hannie dance like an idiot, he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so comfortable in his life. while he had thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of hannie’s back pressed in his chest, hands able to wander wherever they pleased, watching as he made a fool of himself solely for dae’s own comfort was endearing. the smile on his face was permanently fixed there, growing with each second hannie spent cycling through the motions of the robot. a laugh bubbles out of his chest in response to hannie’s ( god, is his laugh ever contagious ) and he feels his heart skip multiple beats. he almost doesn’t hear what hannie says over the music and the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. 

                     “ i don’t know if i can. ” he shouts in response, words barely making it out through the laughter. his first step towards hannie he stumbles, arms reaching out so he can grab the others shoulders to steady himself. he could hardly stay on his feet sober and now, in his drunken stupor, he was being asked to dance of all things ? were it not hannie asking he’d have told the person to screw off before the sentence even finished leaving their mouth. 

                     “ there’s only one dance i can do.” he explains, hands still on hannie’s shoulders. it’s embarrassing, truly -- so embarrassing he almost regrets mentioning it at all. even in this state he recognizes just how stupid of a dance the shoot is, but he can’t help himself as he takes a few steps back from hannie. a clear of the throat and he puts one finger in the air as the song playing comes to an end, eyes closed as he waits for the next one to begin. when it does he opens his eyes, a grin that can only be described as shit-eating appearing on his face as he begins his stupid dance.

                     he fist bumps the air in time as he kicks his opposite leg, doing his best to stick to the beat of the song but losing it the moment his movement changes and his other arm is brought into the dance. head tilts back in laughter, mess of pink hair clinging to his forehead as he begins to hop around in a circle, approaching the person nearest to him. for just a moment he stops dancing, tapping them on the shoulder. when they turn around all he does is fist bump with an expectant look on his face, before the stranger begins to do the shoot also. he knows they look ridiculous -- him and this short red haired girl dancing circles around one another to an unidentifiable edm remix -- but he doesn’t care anymore. he can feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he turns back towards hannie. the smile on the face of the other man sends his heart into a frenzy once more, and daehyun stops dancing altogether as he walks back over to him. confidence drives him as he wraps his arms around hannie’s waist once more, pulling him close.

                     “ i don’t know if i one-upped you but i’d say i did okay considering. ”

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plot: august is a hikikomori, and your muse has fallen asleep on him on the train. muse: august kim, programmer & hacker

open to: f/m/nb

august was having a rough day. first he had a problem with his water heater and had to take an ice cold shower before class, and now he had almost missed his train. the upside was that there had been a seat available and he had taken it as soon as he realized there were no old ladies or pregnant women that were more deserving of the seat. not long after he sat down and pulled out his headphones to listen to music, he felt an unusual weight on his shoulder. 

his eyes widened, his entire body going rigid. very slowly, he turns his head to the side to see the sleeping face of the person leaning on his shoulder. “u-um,” he says, very quietly. august didn’t like leaving his apartment any more than he had to for school - and even had his groceries delivered. he was a recluse, and tried to avoid awkward interactions like this at all costs. he didn’t have the heart to shove them off, but he was feeling very uncomfortable with the close proximity. steeling himself, he spoke up. “h-hey? are you .. alright?” maybe they were narcoleptic and couldn’t help it. 

                     it had been a rough few nights, to say the least. daehyun wasn’t sure he had ever spent that long in the library, but he was certain he never wanted to do it again. three days. three days pouring over decades-old books as if his entire life depended on it ( in a way it did ) with only a few power naps to keep him going. exams were only a week away and despite all the studying he’d done, it never felt like enough. he was only heading home because the librarian had made him, threatening him with banishment if he stayed a moment longer. and now here he was, barely able to stay awake on the train as the rhythmic rumbling only increased his tiredness.

                     he hadn’t planned on actually falling asleep. resting his eyes, sure --- that was harmless. but he overestimated his ability to fight the sleepiness clouding his brain and the next thing he knew he was jolting awake at the sound of a voice. skull collided with skull as his head flew up, eyes wide with panic.

                     “ oh my g-- oh my god i am--” he winced, hand coming up to rest on his head. “ i’m so sorry. are you-- is your head okay ? god did i fall asleep on you ? ” rushed words are muffled by the mask still in front of his mouth, and he can feel the burn of an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. “ i really am so sorry. ”

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     if one was to tell hannie that he would have his legs wrapped around the waist of kim daehyun, he might not have actually believed them. it had taken at least a week for the younger male to look at him in class, nevertheless have an actual conversation with him. maybe it was because daehyun didn’t seem to fall down at hannie’s feet like most other men did. hannie wasn’t blind, he knew he was good-looking. he knew the right things to say when he wanted to woo somebody. he knew how to move his body and just how slow to blink if he was trying to seduce someone into his bed. he’s perfected eating a lollipop into an art form, a well-timed curl of his tongue around the sweet treat could bring even the straightest football player he cheers for down onto his knees for him. daehyun seemed to be a different kind of breed. at first it was that hannie’s well timed flirtatious comments made him nervous. now it seemed as though that the younger male read hannie too well–almost as if he was expecting him to make those kind of moves. it had become a weird game of cat and mouse, but in the end, hannie always got the cream. 

     just like now, arching into daehyun’s warm ( god so large ) palms and curing his fingers into the soft pink babies hairs at the back of his neck. 

     hannie almost doesn’t allow daehyun to finish whispering those words he’s been aching to hear against his lips since he sat next to him in class, and instead surges forward the moment they seem to taper off. this wasn’t exactly the place where he wanted their “first” kiss to be ( considering hannie didn’t like to share with wondering eyes ), but he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass. the first press of their lips is soft and delicate, almost teasing in hopes of getting daehyun comfortable before hannie is licking into the other male’s mouth. it’s clear that daehyun isn’t expecting this in the way that he clumsily kisses back, so hannie takes it as a sign to hook his ankles together behind the younger man’s back and arch up into him. it’s a kiss that can only be described as filthy, wet and loud and oh so good. hannie makes sure to hit all the bases: biting daehyun’s bottom lip, sucking around the tongue in his mouth, giving no time at all for him to catch his breath before repeating steps one through three. 

     it’s only when hannie feels as though he needs to catch his breath does he finally pull away, not before leaving one last, lingering flick of his tongue against daehyun’s upper lip. a pleased hum leaves the back of his throat when he does, one that only intensifies when he sees the current state of the man before him: flushed cheeks and mused hair from hannie running and tangling his fingers into it. daehyun’s glasses are skewed in such a way that it makes hannie just want to take him into the nearest empty room he can find and get onto his knees. instead of doing that he opts to lean in and kiss the younger male one more time. this one is softer than before, though still just as wet, and hannie allows himself to breath against daehyun’s lips before finally pulling away all together. he pushes daehyun back softly, though not too far, just far enough that hannie can slide off the counter and back onto the floor. he stands on the tip of his toes just slightly to whisper in daehyun’s ear–

      ❝ now, let’s see how well you can really keep up. come dance with me. ❞ before he’s giving the pierced lobe a kiss and making his way out of the crowded kitchen. the only look he sends daehyun over his shoulder is an expectant and teasing one before hannie is dipping around the corner. he takes the moment of separation to catch his breath. a deep inhale before an even deeper exhale as the bodies on the makeshift dance floor surround him. 

     he almost hates how much he’s looking forward to daehyun’s hands on him once more.

                     the kiss is everything daehyun expected it to be and yet, despite being the one to even bring it up he’s taken aback by the enthusiasm coming from the other. the words have barely left his mouth before hannie is capturing them in his own, bringing his hands up into daehyun’s hair to pull him closer. his heart is going wild -- -- beating so hard in his chest he thinks he may have a heart attack. the confidence that let him initiate the kiss all but gone, he’s reverted back to the mess he had been only moments before. unsure hands no longer know where they should be, the one resting on hannie’s thigh tightening it’s grip on him for just a moment before it moves up. the shirt hannie wears is tucked into his shorts, but deft fingers begin working at making their way underneath it. his other hand joins in on the work, and it’s barely seconds before daehyun’s hands are touching warm, bare skin. 

                     ( is that .... peach lip gloss ? )

                     it takes him a little while to match hannie’s rhythm, a hurried, messy clash of lips and tongues that sends his head spinning. but soon enough he’s over the initial shock and pulling the other closer, one hand moving from under his shirt to rest on the side of his neck. he briefly considers the fact that there are people everywhere ( one may have just bumped into him, but he isn’t sure ) but decides he doesn’t care and at the same moment the thought flies out of his brain, a quiet moan bubbles up in the back of his throat. company be damned. 

                     he wants to say something when hannie pulls away, but all he can focus on is his face. cheeks flushed such a brilliant pink he can see it peeking through his makeup, lip gloss smudged, lips still parted as he takes deep, almost panting breaths. and yet, as messy as he was, he still remained the most gorgeous person daehyun had ever seen. without thinking, his hand comes up so he can wipe the smudged lip gloss away with his thumb. it lingers there for a moment before hannie is leaning in again for a second kiss that daehyun wasn’t expecting. nevertheless he welcomes it happily, stomach erupting with butterflies ( the softness almost driving him crazier than the more heated kiss ). he has to work hard to hide the disappointed pout as hannie pushes him back and slides off of the counter.

                     heart jumps once more the moment hannie is whispering in his ear, though his words make daehyun frown. dancing. he was much to clumsy to ever be good at it and just the thought of hannie seeing that made him want to curl into himself with embarrassment. daehyun has no chance to refuse before hannie is walking away, shooting him a teasing glance over his shoulder as he does. it’s then that daehyun is faced with a choice -- -- stay in the ( hannie-less ) kitchen to process what happened and probably drink two more beers, or follow him into the living room and give dancing his best shot. both seem appealing, but he knows that wherever hannie goes he’s going to follow like a pathetic puppy for the rest of the evening, and so he shuffles out into the living room with his hands in his pockets to find the other man. 

                     hannie is already dancing when daehyun reaches him, and he can’t help the smile on his face. he hangs a foot or so back at first, just observing with a stupid grin until hannie grabs his hand and drags him forward. their bodies are flush now, and dae takes a sharp breath in at the closeness. he barely has to do any work as hannie leads his hands to his waist. 

                     “ i don’t dance, ” he tells the other, leaning down slightly to speak into his ear. “ or well .... i can’t, i guess, would be a better way to put it. ”

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tagged by the lovely rhuwu ( @timetbl )

one. alias / name:  beks / beeba two. birthday:  april 5th   three. zodiac sign:  aries four.  height:  5′3/5′4 -- i’m really not sure lol five.  hobbies:  playing guitar & water colour painting six.  favourite movie:  ahhhhhhhh i hate having to choose. if i had to pick i’d say either moana or kimi no na wa. seven. last song i listened to:  deja vu affair -- sofi tukker eight.  last film i watched: burn the stage: the movie !! nine.  inspo for muses:  i get a lot of inspiration from movies, tv, and songs, as well as people i know in real life !!  ten.  meaning behind my url: it’s the title of my favourite song from namjoon’s mixtape mono. it’s my favourite rap album ever, so it seemed fitting to use uwu

tagging my bb @realcve and .............................. no one else bc what is interacting with people lmao. @flightcrs BC SHE RLY NEEDS TO BE TAGGED IN THIS TWICE IG.

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                     sangjoon was almost certain that, were he not as insistent as he tended to be, subin would starve to death.

                     granted, his own eating habits weren’t the best. usually he resorted to snacking all day because sitting down for an actual meal ( not counting the preparation time ) took too much valuable time away from his work. it was easier to munch on some wasabi peas or apple slices as he went about his day than it would be to bother making anything. however, when it came to others he had an entirely different view on the matter.

                     mask on, hoodie up, had it not been eleven o’clock at night, he was certain one of the other members would have apprehended him, thinking he was a suspicious, uninvited visitor. luckily for him, most were asleep or not bothered enough to check the security camera feed every two or three minutes. he slipped quickly down hallways and through doors, the labyrinth-esque layout of headquarters coming second nature to him now. when he finally reached subin’s hideout, and his eyes fell on the familiar little cookie that stared at him as he approached, he smiled.

                     “ binnie it’s me ! ” he called, the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with holding a large bag of food came up to his face, pulling down his mask and then removing the hood from his head ( he would have to tame the silver disaster on his head once he got inside ). he looked to shooky again, the grin on his face growing further. “ the password is cantina, right ? ”

                     the little cookie hologram gave a grin before the small door to the hideout opened up. as always, music was playing loudly inside regardless of the fact that it was nearing midnight. sangjoon could feel it in his chest as he walked up behind the familiar figure of subin, placing the bag of food on the part of his desk closest to him before wrapping his arms around the others shoulders, resting his chin in the crook of his neck.

                     “ i brought you food. i wasn’t sure when the last time you’d eaten something proper was, and i’ve been so busy that i haven’t been coming by as often. i thought a visit to my dearest friend would be nice. ”

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I wouldn’t know where to start / sweet music playing in the dark

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier