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for write_or_write - day 7: photos - blue ; entry no.9

— #yeonbin ੈ♡‬༉ ・ models au | (ao3)

wc: 3990 | rating: mature | progress: flash fic 1/1

yeonjun likes to play with soobin’s chest

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for write_or_write - day 5: photos - black ; entry no.7

— #yeonbin ੈ♡‬༉ ・ exes | (ao3)

wc: 1.7k | rating: g | progress: 1/1

tags: hurt/comfort, post breakup cuddling

they’re no longer together, but yeonjun will always take care of soobin

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for write_or_write - day 25: band mates ; entry no.6

— sebaek ♡‬༉ ・ band au (2k) | for asteria (ao3)

baekhyun and sehun sneak off before and after concerts just for the thrill of it

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for write_or_write - day 6: secret ; entry no.3

— sebaek ♡‬༉ ・ enemies to lovers

“You’re driving me insane,” Sehun yaps, undoing Baekhyun’s belt with haste. He tugs Baekhyun’s pants down in one go and is keen on getting a handful of dick with the way he gropes Baekhyun until he hisses.

“Calm down, why don’t you?” Baekhyun retorts, gripping Sehun’s wrist in warning.

“We’re supposed to be having an argument right now. They’re not supposed to last fifteen minutes in the garden. I’m pretty sure if I start now, you’d come in two minutes and we’d be very satisfied.”

Baekhyun frowns and swats Sehun’s hand away. “I am not coming in two minutes. Impossible. What do you take me for?”

Boring into Baekhyun’s eyes dully, Sehun says “I dunno, how about my enemy who lacks stamina? Because it’s all very true.”

“Whatever, just kiss me a little bit.”

“No, I started that squabble back there so I can suck your dick. I’m not just kissing you, really.”

“Please,” Baekhyun says with a frown. He quite likes Sehun’s lips on him everywhere, but the temptations reside on his lips not his cock. Which should be a surprise. Somehow sharing a kiss seems like everything right now. Romantic, intimate. It would feel like they’re in their own little world. Baekhyun doesn’t want Sehun on his knees, he doesn’t want them doing a different activity to each other. He wants to lip lock and engage in something special with the minimal time they have together.

Like the willing person Sehun is, he captures Baekhyun’s lips. Somewhere hidden far and deep into the garden, surrounded by shrubs and chirping birds, Baekhyun kisses him passionately.

All until there’s shuffling in the distance.

“The fighting needs to end boys, come on we need to finish Sehun’s ceremony with a toast.”

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for write_or_write - day 16: desperate ; entry no.1

— baekyong ♡‬༉ ‧ kisses (226w)

It’s like he wants to consume him—through a kiss. If cornering him into a narrow space, lapping his tongue against the seam of Taeyong’s lips means he will forever stay, Baekhyun wants nothing more. Kissing Taeyong, feverishly with clashing teeth and wet sloshing tongues, feels like the beginning and end of his world. The more he indulges, his body stirs awake. And yet, he fears for the end, as if he can’t possibly live without his mouth on Taeyong’s very own. He pulls him close by the hair, loses his fingers in the loose strands. Taeyong can’t get any closer, they’re already chest to chest, mouths attached. It’s like Baekhyun wants them to be one. Of course he does, Baekhyun just wants him and Taeyong to be together until the end of time. And when Taeyong whimpers into his mouth after nipping on his bottom lip, it feels like a promise. And when Taeyong spreads his legs, allowing Baekhyun to slot his leg in between Taeyong’s thigh, he feels so wanted. Needless to say, Taeyong shows him how much he wants him. So long as Taeyong is willing to do that, Baekhyun never has to doubt him. He will keep consuming and consuming, even if Taeyong says he loathes him—wants Baekhyun gone, gone, and gone. With kisses like these, Taeyong is a terrible, terrible, terrible liar.

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for write_or_write - aug day 11: airplane ; entry no.0

— kaiyong ♡‬༉ ‧ airplane smut (632w)

Jongin gives him two taps on the lap before getting up with a quick stretch fleeing. Taeyong thinks of nothing much until his phone starts buzzing on the miniature table. He reads a various stream of, "where are you," and "you coming?" Taeyong doesn't get it but he's curious.

Seconds after Taeyong knocks on the restroom door, he is instantly pulled in. To his surprise, Jongin shamelessly has his fingers around his cock, pumping it leisurely. Taeyong gulps but averts his attention back to Jongin.

"You done pissing or what?"

"Never came here for that.?

"I don't know why you needed me to come."

"But babe, I do need you."

Only now does Taeyong realize what this is all about.

Walking through the aisle, he had been anxious that Jongin caught sky sickness. Then he was confused with Jongin's intense look they met. Now it makes sense.

"I don't know why you needed me to come."

"But babe, I do need you."

Only now does Taeyong realize what this is all about.

Walking through the aisle, he had been anxious that Jongin caught sky sickness. Then he was confused with Jongin’s intense look they met. Now it makes sense.

"Gonna get on your knees for me?"

Taeyong obliges, despite the dinginess of the small space, there's something sexy about the motion of the plane and their lewd act with people on board. It makes his stomach churn, and his cock twitch. Do people know what they're about to do?

Jongin is warm in his mouth, heavy on his tongue and satisfying something that the stewards' provided salty peanut snacks couldn't. Taeyong basks in it, swirling his tongue and bobbing his head like he's on a mission. Jongin cards his fingers through

Taeyong's hair encouragingly.

Taeyong can't help but yelp when the airplane makes a sudden dip, or maybe it's the way Jongin pushed him further onto his cock with a fish full of his hair.

He reaches for his own cock but Jongin gives him a warning slap on the cheek. "Did I say you could touch yourself baby?"

Cock-stuffed, Taeyong doesn't get to reciprocate but he still attempts to utter out 'no.? Jongin nods at him pleasingly and before Taeyong knows it, Jongin takes control of his high, fucking into Taeyong's mouth, pressing himself to the back of his throat.

Taeyong whimpers from the feeling-intoxicated with the thoughts of: im doing so good, im doing so good for him. He doesn't need to touch himself, knowing that he can please his boyfriend is more than enough. The abuse of his throat tells him that he did an amazing job.

When Jongin comes down his throat and pulls out, smearing his lips with his come, Taeyong knows he definitely did a good job. Jongin leans down and attaches their lips together, Taeyong sucks eagerly, maybe even more eager than he did with Jongin's COCk.

"Can I use my fingers on you?"

Taeyong nods like a bobble head that's bound to pop off. He's so desperate for a touch. Jongin's cock in his mouth, and his praise, might've been more than enough. But there is no way he's declining his boyfriend's fingers inside him.

And when he's bent over the toilet, it's absurd.

Jongin's slim, slick fingers dive deep into him with just the use of spit. Fucking intently, he sees stars.

There's a tingling sensation that matches the one in his sore throat. It only intensifies this nasty game they're playing.

When all is fucked well and done, and Taeyong's neck aches from being uncomfortably folded in a small space, he stares at Jongin's neck pillow, almost glaringly. It was all worth the pain, but he needs a bit of subsiding. “The least you can do is give me your neck pillow.”

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@ekzxo: wow fest entries • ꒰ master list ꒱

. . . a collection of my @/write_or_write works

☆彡 0. setting 11 - kaiyong: on a plane

☆彡 1. chuu!tober 16 - sebaek: desperate kisses

☆彡 2. chuu!tober 13 - sekai: accidental kisses

☆彡 3. chuu!tober 6 - sebaek: secret kisses

☆彡 4. chuu!tober 12 & 2 - kaiyong: rain and hello

☆彡 5. relationship 4 - kaiyong: neighbors

☆彡 6. relationship 25 - sebaek: bandmates

☆彡 7. photos 5 - yeonbin: black

☆彡 8. photos 8 - kaiyong: brown

☆彡 9. photos 7 - yeonbin: blue

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for write_or_write - day 5: cute meet - mistake ; entry no. 10

— #yeonmark ੈ♡‬༉ ・ accidental meeting | wc: 650w

Could it be the subtle waves kissing the rocks, or the city lights dancing on the water when all is dark? Mark doesn’t know what it is, but something plays with his heart strings. There’s even a cold shiver that awakens his goosebumps, and it’s not from the cold midnight weather. He stands alone, one with the night wind and the water ricocheting off each other. Mark is alone.

“Hey…”

Mark isn’t alone after all, not physically at least. In times like these, he wonders why he simultaneously wants to disregard all forms of human interactions away, and yet ache for company. He isn’t sure why he turns around to meet the owner of the deep, astonished voice.

“Oh,” the stranger says, and Mark feels like an idiot. Is he not up to the standards of a stranger, or something? He knows how mediocre he looks, but he feels worse inside. Flyaways from the cool breeze, shirt half tucked into sweatpants with unmatching cardigan. Usually he wouldn’t mind his appearance, but the guy is…hmm. Well, it’s not like he expected to meet someone so handsome at 2 in the morning.

Mark scoffs then returns his attention back to the beautiful view that was oh so unfortunately stolen away from him.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” they add.

“Okay,” Mark says quietly.

“He has the same cardigan, actually.” There’s a tone of endearment. Mark thinks it’s about a good friend this person hasn’t seen in ages, or maybe someone that had a special place in his heart. Maybe still does. Why wouldn’t he know where his lover is at this time of hour though?

“Shut up,” Mark offers, turning his head over his shoulder to get a better look at the guy who is uncannily wearing a hoodie with shorts. He glances down and urges, “What’s with that?”

“Huh? Oh, I took a dip earlier.”

“At this near negative weather?”

He nods. “Basically.”

Mark thinks to pull out another cigarette, but refrains. He’s unsure what the stranger is like, but often respects passersby regardless of who they are.

“Now your turn. What’s with that?”

“What’s with what?”

Mark stares blankly. He can’t gauge the guy’s body language, unsure of where his eyes land. It’s kind of just everywhere like he’s nervous to even talk to Mark.

“I mean, do you come here often?”

“Yes. But it’s not often a random stranger approaches me. So my bad if I’m a bit clueless right now.” He didn’t mean to be snappy, he’s actually a vibrant person but tonight’s just not it.

“We don’t have to be strangers.”

Again, Mark expresses a look of dumbfound.

“I’m Yeonjun, by the way.”

Mark sighs. “Mark Lee.”

“Oh, we’re on a first and last name basis?”

“Are you—never mind.” Are you flirting? Nobody’s ever flirting with Mark.

“Am I, what?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not everyday I meet someone up here either. Come on. Let’s talk.”

“I come here all the time. I’ve never seen you.”

“Yeah. It’s my first time here at night. And I so-happened to meet someone really attractive.”

“Not a lot of women come here,” Mark says dumbly without much thought.

“Not a girl,” Yeonjun snickers. “You.”

Mark flinches, in a way of surprise and slight confusion. He straightens his body and glances at Yeonjun, whose hands are laced together in front of his body awkwardly. “Ah, man. It’s just because I remind you of your ex or something.”

“No, that was actually a lie. I…um, I didn’t really mean that. I was just looking for a way to talk to you. I saw you about a minute before that and wanted to say hi, but didn’t know how.”

“Uh, how about, hey the weather is nice, right?”

Yeonjun raises an eyebrow. “But is it?”

“I dunno…how’s the weather?”

“What are you doing..?”

Mark shrugs. “So, you were flirting?”

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for write_or_write: photos - day 8 - brown

— #kaiyong ੈ♡‬༉ ‧ library/bookshop au

wc: 1587 | rating: g | progress: flash fic - 1/1

tags: fluff, intrusive thoughts, awkward!taeyong

taeyong desperately want to talk to the librarian but is unsure how to approach him

note: for sam, my little book spine who holds onto me and keeps me together while i am the messy world and sputters of words i am. happy birthday my biggest love im super happy to have you around.

Taeyong lost count of how many times he’s wandered amongst the endless rows of shelves. A better way to put it is, he lost count of how many times he has visited the library in the last two months. Sure, he gets immersed in books and can finish one book in a couple of days. But crossing out his reading queue isn’t the only reason for his dedication at the library.

It’s the librarian who works the evening shift.

Taeyong doesn’t mean to impose. He doesn’t act like a suspicious stranger, looking through the crevices and cracks in between book gaps. He would enter the library, wrap himself in its warmth and the scent of mildew, then stalk over to his usual desk where he rests his bag and bottle. He would steal a glance at the library desk as he makes his way to his favorite section, then do one more glance behind himself before turning into it. Then he would talk himself into talking to the librarian. He hasn’t been successful at actually doing so.

It’s not weird until someone makes it weird.

Taeyong is here for the books.

So, it is definitely not strange at all.

It is not strange for Taeyong to have just moved in town, in love with the scene for books, visit his local library, basically fall in love at first sight, then visit the guy three times a week without actually having an encounter with him.

So, maybe it is strange.

But Taeyong swears he is in love.

He isn’t following the librarian to his car after shifts, he isn’t invading his personal space. He keeps his thoughts and touches to himself. Of course, the thoughts get a little out of hand as he quite literally touches himself. But, there’s no harm when he makes it nobody’s business but himself. He hardly thinks the librarian notices his crush, which makes Taeyong compelled to believe it is harmless.

He knows.

People find it creepy or stalker-like that there is a stranger staring at someone who is a stranger to them. Taeyong knows nothing about this guy besides his work schedule, and he keeps his intentions strictly at the library. So, again. Is it normal?

Taeyong adores his plush lips and timeless, chiseled jaw. He dreams to introduce himself, let the librarian know that he likes the way he tucks his vests into his corduroy pants. He wants to engage in a conversation on Jane Austen because he knows the librarian always has a classic book when he is not tending to visitors. He wants to have a conversation, have the libarian recommend a book, and then maybe good places to eat around here. Taeyong is new after all, and a libary is a community space. It seems appropriate to ask someone such a thing.

But Taeyong doesn't know how to do this. As time passes, he finds himself being more and more creepier. He thinks his moment has come, and it’s way too late to approach the librarian. For all he knows, the librarian will find it very off putting for Taeyong to approach him after all these weeks. If Taeyong would’ve properly met him on the third day, it could’ve been fine. But now that he’s been here over twenty times in less than eight weeks, working the same routine without ever letting the librarian familiarize himself with taeyong, it feels so wrong.

Better late than never is not appropriate when it comes to this situation.

The librarian might know him now, might think he’s a seasoned visitor. So if Taeyong were to approach him with a random question about the library, it could seem very suspicious.

Taeyong feels defeat with every new visit.

It isn’t until he’s actually working on an assignment—and not actually reading—does he have somewhat of a reason to talk to the librarian at the desk. Taeyong needs to print a few pages for his comprehensive english essay, but the printer seems to be out of paper. Finally, he thinks, a normal situation to talk to my crush. He leaves the printing station to fetch his savior and is immediately shut down when his favorite librarian is no where to be seen.

“Hi…” he murmurs in obvious disappointment, “…the printer needs a refill on paper. Could you please prepare it?”

The librarian with the name tag Jaehyun gives him a frown and reaches for a walkie-talkie. “I am a newbie who doesn’t know tech, yet. But I will have someone look into it right away.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Thank you,” Taeyong says, then proceeds to stand awkwardly by the desk.

It’s not just his favorite librarian. He is a mess with just about everyone, which is why he loves his books and the worlds they provide him with. They say the things he never could for himself.

“Geez, you left for one minute and I was completely helpless,” Jaehyun groans in distress.

“I had a feeling the paper was about to run out. So, not all is lost, stop pouting,” says a new voice.

Taeyong looks up and is in utter shock when his eyes land on his total dream guy—Mr Teddy Librarian. Teddy because of his dull, brown outfits. But something about his basic fashion makes him cute. Forget the fact that his crush is standing in front of him, and forget that he just might help Taeyong with the printer. What is most important is that the librarian's voice is so entrancing. It’s deep, but subtle. Very romantic, even. Taeyong can’t put his finger on it, but the librarian's voice is absolutely honey and dewy.

“Whatever, you could’ve said you were going to get paper,” Jaehyun argues.

“I—okay, okay. You win. But technically I was one step ahead of all this.” The librarian turns away from the main desk, attention now averted towards the guest—Taeyong. “You need paper?”

“Uh, yeah. Printer #4,” Taeyong announces.

Taeyong walks first, expecting to be followed. The sounds of keys clinking behind him is confirmation. In the midst of their path towards the printing station, he can’t seem to muster anything up. Anyone would think this is the perfect chance to talk to someone attractive, but Taeyong’s got nothing.

How was your day so far? How did you know the printer paper was low? Do you professionalize in refilling paper? It’s simple! They are at a library, how hard is it to ask about any book or the library’s free provided services? Taeyong is an idiot—a smartie with 4.0 GPA, but a major idiot when it comes to love.

“I’ve seen you around.”

Taeyong freezes—still walks, but body tense and heavy, trudging with each and every step. At least his curiosities have ben confirmed. The librarian is aware of his presence, and potentially inappropriate behavior.

“Oh, really?” Taeyong says with a forced chuckle.

“Yeah, do you go to school around here? You probably have a lot of classes.”

“I do. I prefer the public library and not my campus one,” because of you.

“Any reason?” the librarian asks politely.

Taeyong shrugs. “The view is nicer.” He is not lying, he likes the desk just a few desk spaces away from the window. As he comes in the evening and the library is two stories high, there is always a remarkable sunset.

They make it towards the printing stations and Taeyong tries not to ogle at the man’s arm with his white sleeves rolled up above his elbows. He wonders what kind of brand of watch he is wearing because it makes him look more masculine.

The librarian plays with a few buttons and then the sound of the internal engine can be heard. Taeryong’s papers fly out and the librarian retrieves it for him, raising it vertically to stack against the desk and straighten them out. He takes a glance at Taeyong’s papers, almost invasively but of course Taeyong doesn’t mind, then reads, “Social Ques: Does Infatuation Staring Make Good Intentions?”

“I—it’s an english paper with some research,” Taeyong adds quickly, taking the stack of papers away and stapling them.

“Yeah..?”

“Mhm, yep. Thanks. I should put this away.”

Taeyong’s path leads to nowhere, not when he collides with another body. His crush’s to be precise.

“What are your thoughts on that?”

“I think there is no harm so long as one party is not crossing the line.”

“What kind of lines?”

“I mean I’m not out here taking pictures. I’m just admiring from afar. I have tried to come up with respectful scenarios, but I think I ran out of chances a long time ago. It was hard to write.”

The librarian's eyebrow raises and Taeyong hates the position he is in. It’s not fair of him to look this wondrous. “I?”

“I, what?” Taeyong says with a head tilt.

The librarian—his dreamy, attractive crush he’s been dying to talk to—smiles at him. He smiles. Is it actually directed at him?! “Nevermind. Listen, I’m Jongin. If you’re going to be a regular, don’t be a stranger from now on, okay?”

Taeyong bites his lip so hard, he swears it bleeds. “Okay.”

“Good, then I will see you on Friday, Taeyong.”

Taeyong sees the turn of his shoulders, then immediately realizes, “Wait, how do you know?”

“Friday? Like I said, I see you. Always.”

Taeyong knows his face is red as a crimson rose, he can feel his body warming up with every lasting second that Jongin stares at him. “My name..?”

“It’s on your paper, silly.”

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for write_or_write - day 4: neighbors ; entry no.5

— kaiyong ♡‬༉ ・ neighbors (894w)

The shattering of glass splitting the air, a noise so alarming it brings Taeyong off the ground.

It isn’t the first time.

Taeyong heard the splintering noise a couple of times now in the span of a month. Mostly, ever since the new neighbor moved in. He is like everyone else these days, invested in true crime podcasts, documentaries, theories. It’s no surprise he will find the constant ruckus a little inconvenient and suspicious. He also believes he can face anything, which is why—as idiotic as it seems—he plotted a meeting with his new neighbor, one he hadn’t ever met until the other day. He scripted a neighbor’s night, asking the other if he wants to finally get to know each other. He was totally prepared for his neighbor to ask why this was so late into their neighboring status. It’s easier to get someone else wrapped up in lies because the neighbor agrees.

Now tonight, Taeyong is being welcomed inside by such a handsome face. He trained for that too, not to get overwhelmed from the pure attractiveness.

Jongin guides him into the kitchen, telling him to sit anywhere at the dining table. He will get him a drink. Taeyong watches him calculatedly, at the same time lets it all sink in. This is the room full of curiosities from Taeyong’s end. This ground has caught all of that glass. Fight or flight struggles with partners—or hostages—perhaps. Or maybe it’s Jongin with rage and aggression from himself. Either way, he boils over and breaks things. And it’s strange. Taeyong will get to the bottom of it tonight!

“So…you and your partner have a very nice place, identical to mine but much nicer,” Taeyong starts, accepting the drink that is simply sparkling cider.

“Ah, thanks but I live alone. I don’t have a partner either.”

“Oh, my bad,” he says genuinely. Noted. No domestic abuse here, that’s good but it isn’t any better than Taeyong’s other theory.

They get into a normal conversation—family, occupation, how they like this lot and its surrounding community. Taeyong tries not to melt at Jongin’s husky voice, one that gets pitches higher when he giggles. He definitely isn’t looking at this crescent shaped dimple, which really shouldn’t be considered a dimple at all?

It’s then, the food arrives and Jongin excuses himself to the restroom. Taeyong has about two minutes to explore. He heads straight for the kitchen sink drawer and does not find any bleach, vinegar or baking soda. There’s no extreme scrubber either. His knives are so dull, almost meant for child crafts even. He rummages through a few more drawers until there’s a creak behind him. He immediately grabs a cork skewer and keeps his hand behind his back.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah just…” Taeyong slowly reveals his hand with the kitchen device. “Take it up a notch?”

“No, no. I don’t drink.” He doesn’t drink. He’s not a hostile alcoholic then.

Jongin gravitates towards him, a hand lands on his shoulder and caresses down his arm. Taeyong doesn’t even notice that he pulls the object away from him, and alas amazing, now Taeyong is defenseless. But what good would a wine opener do anyway?

Taeyong has to shout, “what are you doing?” while screwing his eyes shut, because the neighbor he’s met for just five minutes is seriously…not about to kiss him, is he?! Where did he get that from! Jongin is gorgeous but where did Taeyong sign up for this?

When Jongin gives him a concerned look, Taeyong feels as if he should’ve played along. Or else now he might never make it out of the apartment alive. Jongin talks him up, and he’s stumbling into something out of lust and in about two hours he does make it out alive but barely walking. The food went untouched and Taeyong’s questions went unanswered.

Until the fifth or sixth time, Taeyong grew less suspicious of him. He knew by crawling into his house the second time, he might’ve been sleeping with a criminal. But when it was his chance to fuck Jongin into the sheets, he saw such gentleness that didn’t add up to somebody who could hurt even an ant.

Another session goes by and Taeyong hears it. He jolts out of bed despite his lower back’s raging, burning sensation. In the kitchen Jongin is mumbling not again, not again as he’s on his knees with a mini dustpan and brush.

“Babe, don’t take another step. You might hurt yourself,” Jongin says over his shoulder when Taeyong finally makes it into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I’m so clumsy. I always drop and break things. I’m surprised I haven’t done so sooner around you.”

“Oh…you don’t say.”

Jongin nods with a sigh. “It’s why I tell you to wear house slippers here. Don’t worry, get back to bed, yeah? I’ll cuddle right after I remake your tea.”

Taeyong gets on his knees despite Jongin’s protests and picks up the larger pieces. “So, all the times I’ve heard glass breaking back at mine, you’re just slipping over some wet spots from cleaning dishes?”

“Yeah, last time I fell over a bottle cap and sprained an ankle. Let’s not talk about the other time.”

“No, we’re going to talk about the other time, baby,” Taeyong says with a giggle. Gosh, he’s a greater idiot than Jongin.

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for write_or_write - day 12 & 4: rain & hello ; entry no.4

— kaiyong ♡‬༉ ・ fluff (273w)

Taeyong tiresomely waits beneath the bus stop for the umpteenth time this month. His car has been having engine issues for who knows how many times already. It starts but it's incessant on making a strange whirring noise, preventing him from using it. He wouldn’t dare take the chance to drive it, not in this weather. What’s safer, driving an unreliable car or waiting in the dark, pouring rain to catch a ride home? He isn’t sure.

The only light in between the storm and chaos is his boyfriend’s video calls. Though thousands of miles apart and different time zones, Jongin makes it a mission to call him every evening. Even though Taeyong sits and waits outdoors, he doesn’t mind using his expensive cellular data on Jongin. His boyfriend insists, especially with hard times like today.

“Hello, my love,” Jongin says with a cheerful tone, puckering his lips and giving Taeyong an abundance of kisses through the screen.

Taeyong brings his fingers into his palms in a dramatic gesture to catch them. His chest is full of warmth despite the chill that surrounds him. Jongin’s smile is massively bright and so happy to see Taeyong. It makes getting through his day easier, knowing he has someone like Jongin waiting for him.

“Do I get one in return?”

The same time Jongin asks, the bus arrives. Taeyong gets up and walks towards it. A heavy bead pelts his screen but nonetheless, Taeyong reciprocates the kisses, lips pursed and dramatically smacking his front camera. He imagines being able to kiss his boyfriend properly, real warmth and plushness. For now, playful screen time kisses will do.

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for write_or_write - day 13: accidental ; entry no.2

— sekai ♡‬༉ ・ roommates (270w)

It’s funny how their friends think they’re dating. Sehun and Jongin? Gag him, he’s laughing too much.

Sehun can’t visualize a world in which he and his best friend are romantically swinging hands, sitting across each other exchanging heart eyes, and most definitely; they would never kiss each other goodbye.

However, the moon and the planets rule together, whether Sehun likes it or not. Whether right or wrong, Sehun is about to be proven otherwise because natural forces are not to be reckoned with.

As much as Sehun tries not to fall into the same minds of his friends, he can’t help but read into everything deeply. He never thought he’d see a day where he’d think about Jongin beyond platonic. But now, he studies Jongin’s back flex as he does the dishes. He has temptations to swipe the side of his lip when there’s a stubborn crumb. He lets their hands linger for a beat too long when Jongin passes him the remote.

On a night where Jongin calls the end of the day, Sehun stands up and walks him to his bedroom. It’s usual for them, one visiting the other before going their separate ways. After brushing their teeth, Sehun happens to do something very unusual. Almost naturally, though. He leans forward and plants a kiss on Jongin’s temple, whispering, “sweet dreams.”

Sehun hardly processes his action until he’s shutting his door and kicking his house slippers beneath his bed. He plops into the mattress and brings his sheets to his chin. Then he notices a tingle on his lips.

Did he just kiss his best friend goodnight?

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