lust for life—

sweet life livin'. pools and swimming. drinks in bars and boys in cars and rooftop s i n n i n g. skinny dipping. shooting stars with f a t cigars. and that weekend up in the islands they stop and stare, flashes filling the silence of a hollywood love affair. waking up in the ( islands ) cause I saw you there lost and t r y i n g to be—

[acania-blog1]

I want the K

✕ i want the k—1; hot, steamy kiss. ( not accepting ).

she’d never expected this to take such a turn, but maybe it was inevitable for them ( predictable ).

it wasn’t really bad, just odd, feeling his hands traveling over places they;d otherwise never touch— his hold was gentle, thoughtful despite the ferocity his lips moved against hers with, and nayeon can’t help but wonder: had he thought of this before? they were friends, childhood companions for many years, and the pink haired girl would be lying if she said she hadn’t heard from a number of people how good they would look together once they started getting older.

she could see the looks of potential her parents would give during parties, seeing their daughter with the son of a couple they trusted completely. they had already given their approval to the possibility of a relationship before the thought even sprouted in her mind.

her hold on him tightens slightly, drapped around his neck to mirror the ones holding her waist, drifting towards her hips— she can taste the gentle buzz of liquor in his lips from the night, a social gathering where they’d both been bored in thier stumbling drunken haze, breaking from the adults in hopes of finding some quiet elsewhere. they’d been laughing, joking about this and that, but she’d stumbled, fallen, and he was there to catch her. that’s all it had taken, and though her heart didn’t swoon, the pull was strong.

she could only hope this wouldn’t change anything when the booze wore off.

[abitofeverythingstrange]

cause you have to look good even when voting for the next president 💁

[acania-blog1]

'I want the K'

✕ i want the k—17; goofy kiss. ( not accepting ).

she’s holding his hand gentle on one side, her other hand resting comfortably on her lap where she sat next to him, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly as they waited. it was a nice silence, only interrupted by the quiet buzzing coming from the makeshift rooms near them and the light rock music filtering through the room from scattered speakers.

tattoo parlors were always a treat.

she looks away from her phone when she feels him squeeze her hand suddenly, locking and tucking it away into the front pocket of her hoodie, and she gives him a sweet smile. he couldn’t be nervous— maybe it was just the slight jitters from the anticipation. nayeon knows that’s how she would feel if she was the one getting inked…again.

“now, are you sure you’re ready for the life and responsibilities of a tatted man?” she teases, her head leaning over to rest on an arm, and she lets her other hand rise to join the one holding his hand, playing with his fingers gently. she laughs and scoots the chair closer. “i’m just glad you asked me to join you, who knows what other might have tried to persuade you to get.”

dear lord, was she relieved when he asked her.

that’s when the tattooist comes in, a burly man with so much of her skin inked that nayeon isn’t even sure where his black tank starts and his marked skin begins, but she’s not judging. to each his own. she feels it again, his hand giving hers yet another squeeze, but this one holds for a little longer.

she feels her eyes soften, and she suddenly jumps up from her seat, no doubt startling him. her hand lets his go, bringing them up to his face and gently squishing his cute little cheeks. “it’ll be a-okay!” she childishly exclaims, giving his cheeks another good squish before leaning down quickly to give his lips a little peck. she laughs again, returning to her seat and tilting her head towards him.

“just something to make you less stiff, jam.”

[acania-blog1]

i want the k

✕ i want the k—21; then there’s tongue. ( not accepting ).

she can’t remember when a simple conversation with someone who’d simply stumbled on a girl pouring added sorrows into her body through a glass cylinder had morphed into a heated clashed of lip and tongue, but nayeon’s mind was deep in a haze, and right now she could give two shits about how things ended up the way they did.

she feels her skin sting, the sensation of her fingers locked around his chin, keeping him in place hurts— it feels wrong, no, it is wrong. she shouldn’t do this, not to him, not to anyone.

her own bleeding heart had no business taking its frustrations out on the first living thing to show any amount of concern.

she needed to stop, to pull away from a mouth that tasted of bitter ash and a reality she didn’t want to accept ( but how could she when her mind kept altering the image, changing it so instead of the poor soul in her embrace, it was a much taller man— the one she’d loved for so long, who saw as nothing more than his little princess while other girls were actually worth his time. her eyes didn’t lie, she knew what she saw, and it hurt like hell ).

yet, eventually she has to break for air, and when she does her mouth throbs and she’s sure his does too. she’s still sniffling, her eyes slightly damp from previous tears, and she can’t look him in the eyes right away.

“..i’m sorry,” she finally says, slowly loosening her grip on him, and she can see his skin glow with faint red imprints ( she hadn’t realized just how hard she was gripping ). “i didn’t- i wouldn't have done that..”

she finds words hard to find, and she finally glances up at him with red ringed eyes, she gives a heavy sigh. “it’s been a long night…”

[acania-blog1]

i want the k

✕ i want the k—10; neck kiss. ( not accepting ).

there are times when nayeon thinks back to days and nights when they’d first met. he was just the same as is he now, a boy who didi what he pleased regardless ( most of the time ) of what others thought or wanted. while nayeon might have been a bit more reserved in the beginning, she quickly learned to open up and let herself act as wild as she wanted.

so it wasn’t really anything new these days when the two found themselves trekking their ways home from night clubbing— well maybe it was a surprise to some, as there were few people nayeon allowed herself to get flat out drunk around ( it was usually with people she trusted could take care of her in such a vulnerable state, and while she knew taemin liked to play games, he’d never put her in danger ).

she can feel her head spin wildly, arms almost jittery as she tried with all her might to keep her hold on taemin’s jacket tight. she feels his grasp around her waist tighten, keeping her from falling flat in her face, and it’s all too funny to her.

“oh, my taetae, my biggity booboo sweetest pea in the field,” she coos, cheeks a flushed rose color, one that looked almost too vibrant to be real against her pale cheeks. “you’re- you are waaaaay too good to me.”

her feet fumble over one another, heels still strapped securely to aching soles, and she lets out a little whine. she puts more of her weight on him, stopping them momentarily, and gives him the dreaded puppy dog eyes of doom ( a look she always wins with no matter what ).

“carry me?”

though he sighs, there’s no mistaking that little hint of a grin playing on his intoxicated lips, and before she realizes it he’s hauled her up in his arms like a true princess. she’s giggly, holding tight to him, and her head rests in the crook of his neck automatically. “you’re great, the best, too good-”

the steady pace he creates while walking already proves to be too much, her eyes closing as she relaxes in his hold, and before she lets herself fall asleep, she gives his neck a quick, gentle peck. it’s the least she can give him.

[mixminsoo]

'I want the K'

19. Forceful kiss ; Accepting

“Hold still.” Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. The street bustled around them as Jimin pulled the pair to a stop. 

They weren’t exactly drunk, but nowhere near as sober as they should be for a Tuesday night. His hand was tight in hers as he tugged her out of the steady stream of people with places to be, unlike them. “You’re so cute!” 

Never one to make it a secret when he admired someone, Jimin was constantly telling Nayeon just how cute she was. “I just wanna baby you.” He just wanted to take care of her, be a good friend. 

It always happened when they spent time together– Jimin insisted to foot the bill and wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

“C’mere.” Untangling his hand from Nayeon’s he cups her cheeks, grinning at just how cute she could be. Nayeon, couldn’t keep the laughter out of her mouth either as Jimin pinched at her cheeks, completely oblivious to the world around them. “So cute! Oh my god, you’re so cute.” 

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips, firm and smacking his lips when he leaned away. It was nothing, an appreciation kiss, nothing more and nothing less and the two couldn’t help but dissolve into a fit of tipsy giggles. 

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I want the k 💕

21. then there’s tongue | accepting

he had done it.

the thing he had been trying to avoid this entire time by not doing anything to her, not dating her, not kissing her, not fucking her, nothing. the thing he feared more than even losing her altogether had happened because of all the precautions he had been taking, because he wasn’t kissing her or fucking her or dating her. because he didn’t do any of those things and kept things friendly, or as friendly as it could be when his heart was practically beating for her day in and day out, he had finally managed to hurt her.

and there she was, crying in front of him, a mess because of him, each tear leaking from her eye breaking his heart further and further. at this rate it’d crumble into nothing by dust swept away by her sobs. he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t handle seeing her like this, it was too much. this was his nightmare living out in front of him, and he couldn’t stop it, how could he stop it? he had done the very thing he swore never to do. how did he fix this?

“nayeon… please… please stop crying… you don’t know–” he was choking up himself, his voice weak and pathetic. his eyes turned red round the rims, and he turned away to try and collect himself. no, he didn’t get to cry, he didn’t get to hurt. this was all his fault. he took a breath, turning back to her but avoiding eye contact. “you don’t know how sorry i am, or how much it hurts me to see you like this because of me. i never wanted to hurt you, i tried to do everything i thought would work to make sure this never happened.”

he looked up at her, and somehow through the tears and the pain she was still so beautiful, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “i’m an idiot.”

his body was in motion before he even registered what he was doing. large yet slender hands were cupping her reddened, coated cheeks, thumbs rolling over them to wipe the tears away, to try and smudge the pain out of focus as their lips connected. 

there were so many words he could use to describe that kiss he had ached for for so long: passionate, tender, warm, desperate, yearning, blissful, sweet, loving… he never wanted it to end, he couldn’t let it end. this was a moment to commit to memory, forever. her tears had crumbled his heart, but this kiss was stitching it back together. 

this was sehun though, once the tears were dry and his chest didn’t ache anymore the ache was replaced by desire, full blown desire that had been locked up for so long and now suddenly let out. his desire for her was a beast that hadn’t been fed in a week and was ready to devour her body whole. the tenderness faded and the passion took over, his tongue slipping into her mouth to taste her succulent sweetness. god, she was so addictive, he could suffocate like this and die a happy man.

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"I want the k"

kiss meme{ not accepting;

15. kiss in the rain

the silence between them is comfortable, the atmosphere light despite the heavy rain pouring merciless around them. only the single umbrella above their heads keeps them from getting drenched completely and jongdae walks a little closer to the girl in an attempt to sneakily let their arms brush, their shoulders bump while using the weather as a silent excuse. he notices how her eyes flicker to him every single time he does it but there’s no discomfort on nayeon’s face, she doesn’t shy away from the brief contact, so jongdae keeps doing it – just for the sake of studying her reactions, to see if there’s any interest coming from her.

jongdae almost feels like he’s on the hunt, or something;

and making such a comparison makes him feel bad because girls aren’t some kind of animal, they’re human and he does respect them. a lot. even if it doesn’t always seem like it with how he’s staring after every skirt lately – and the only reason they’re not talking about him getting closer to so many girls right after his last relationship broke up is probably only because he’s so lowkey about it, because he’s doing it with polite and friendly smiles rather than lame pickup lines and open flirting – but his life isn’t easy with his demanding parents. he’s tired of their questions over the sudden end of his relationship and everyone would be nice if he could show them the actual person his heart belongs too, but he can’t. they won’t accept it, they won’t accept this flaw of liking boys because it’s never that easy.

that’s why jongdae has to search again.

nayeon’s a nice girl, seems kind enough with her sweet smiles and proper enough to show to parents. she does remind him of his last girlfriend, at least a little and it’s perfect. it could be perfect. and jongdae wants to talk some more to her, speak up and use the forced closeness between them but they come to a halt in front of his dorm building.

“here we are,” she says, voice sweet and smile even sweeter.

jongdae returns it as he adjusts the strap of his backpack, turning to face her for a moment. “thank you for taking me home. you saved my life,” he tells her ( the lie about not having an umbrella is something he feels bad about too ) and just keeps looking at her instead of hopping up the stairs and getting inside. and he thinks he can’t leave without leaving an actual impression on the girl, without making her remember this and so, he leans in, pressing their lips together softly. it’s chaste but only brief, their lips touching only for a few seconds before jongdae pulls back again to study nayeon’s face.

she doesn’t look that happy, a mix of confusion adding together. “i’m with someone,” is the only thing she says. jongdae smiles lightly because of that, the kittenish curl of his lips making it look mischievous. “but are you sure it’s with the right person? since it’s not me.”

[mozartinsesi]

[acania-blog1]

˙ ˖✶ starry night. ❜

( ✕ @acanamjoon  . )

it’s weirdly peaceful, how pretty the night sky looked when it full of stars and constellations, the light buzzing from car horns and people's voices filtered up way high. the campus was usually noisy on weekend nights, nayeon had grown used to it, which was why finding peace up high on her dorm's roof had become something of a habit, camera strung securely around her neck to keep it safe. once or twice a week, she’d find herself up there, snapping pictures and capturing moments when things were especially clear— she just never expected company.

“oh!” she exclaims, body jolting slightly as his frame came into view, almost as still as everything else. he almost didn’t look real. “s-sorry, you just startled me. i usually don’t find other people up here when i am too.”

[acania-blog1]

˙ ˖✶ who needs the beach? ❜

( ✕ @acajongdae  . )

today would have been perfect beach weather, had it not been for the sudden heavy downpour that had started to come sometime around noon that day. it had come as a surprise to nayeon, and she frowned at the realization when she saw the first heavy drops fall. she found her head tilting up towards her companion, her pout still very present.

“well...i think we’ll have to cancel our beach day,” she sighs, look up at him. it sucked, it really did— there she was, decked out in her bathing suit under her shirt and shorts, beach bag ready on her arm. “unless you know of a pool anywhere near her that’ll let two college students in, we’re beat.”

[acania-blog1]

˙ ˖✶ spoonful of sugar. ❜

( ✕ @acaminji  . )

“how much do you think a baker's dozen of cupcakes might cost?” her voice rings out, loud enough for the other girl to hear her across the library table, but still quiet as to not disturb any of the other students in the room. nayeon really should’ve asked for a private study room when, but when she’d proposed to minji that the two study together, the thought had never crossed her mind that they’d stray from the original topic of homework completion to this. she wants to laugh— of course this would happen.

“i was hoping to maybe throw a little farewell party for miss lee, since this is her last semester before retirement,” she pouts gently, eyes slightly sad as she looked at the other. “nothing extravagant, but big enough so she knows she’ll be missed.”

[deeplifequotes]

Fall in love with somebody who will never let you go to sleep wondering if you still matter.

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[acania-blog1]

i want the k!

✕ i want the k—14; kiss along the hips. ( not accepting ).

it wasn’t odd to find nayeon cuddled around any one of her friends, she was a particularly affectionate person, everyone who talked to her was aware of that ( just ask taemin, or jisoo, or sehun— ask anyone, and they’d attest to this fact ). so, nayeon cuddled up to chungha as they watched a movie on the other girl’s dorm was absolutely a normal thing. while spring wasn’t very cold, it wasn’t too hot either, and that day was breezy, a window open and causing the two to come closer under the fluffy duvet nayeon had brought from her own room.

the pink haired girl found herself laying on the shorter, her head snuggled comfortably against the others side. she’s incredibly warm, her blanket wrapped tightly around her body, and she can feel her eyes beginning to droop from a sudden drowsiness when a hesitant tug is felt, a rush of cool air infiltrating her cover and sending a slight shiver down her side.

“why would you-” she gives out a whine, eyes and head tilting up to stare at the other. she pouts, taking hold of the fabric around her tighter. “noooooooo, don’t do that.”

of course, it’s all fun, and she’d share a blanket with chungha any day, but she wouldn’t give it up that easily.

she can feel herself beginning to laugh, a pout sitting on chungha’s lips at her response, and she smiles wide. there’s a small section of exposed skin around the other hip, her sweater pushing up slowly as they’d watched the movie, and nayeon gives it a quick peck, her lips plush and warm against the soft skin.

“i’m only kidding,” she breaths out, unwrapping herself before engulfing the other in a hug, the duvet surrounding the both of them. she opts for settling her head on the other’s shoulder, head tucked into the crook of her neck, and all too soon the warmth and buzzing from the movie makes her eyes sleepy all over again.

[abitofeverythingstrange]

from Nabongs to girl crush real quick

[acania-blog1]

acasehun:

[sns; lshun21] you’re biased ^^ you are special, yeonnie. my special princess. 

( sns— acania: oh please hunnie ^///^ i’m no princess, but you’re my knight~ )

[acania-blog1]

I want the K? (○ﾟεﾟ○)

✕ i want the k—5; firm kiss. ( not accepting ).

nayeon didn’t like to consider herself a huge party goer, but she had to admit she was someone who tended to get a little over her head when a good function was in place, especially when any kind of alcohol besides wine was involved. while she was normally good at keeping herself sober and only lightly buzzed with light liquors and wines, when the heavy stuff came out, she was a goner ( it didn’t help that none of the friends she was out with that night were helping her keep level-headed ).

so, there she was, another red cup in hand as the music only seemed to be getting louder and louder with each sip she took.

it was late into the night, the party having started hours ago in some random house ( she was sure it was a fraternity house? she wasn’t exactly sure, but she recognized a few faces and had it not been for one of her younger friends inviting her, she probably wouldn’t have gone in the first place ). it surprised her, really, seeing how long the party had already been raging without campus police coming to shut it dow, but that was far from what she cared about.

right now, she only cared about who the next bottle would land on.

these kinds of games were never her thing, but she couldn’t resist when her friends pulled her down towards the circle to play a classic— spin the bottle. she had yet to spin or kiss anyone, but she’d been dangerously close a few times. she only hoped whoever she had to kiss when the time came was cute.

maybe the party gods were looking out for her, nayeon’s first spin landing on a boy too adorable for a scene like this. she wouldn’t judge, though, not when looks could be very deceiving.

she’s sober enough to understand what’s going on, crawling slightly to lean over towards him, her eyes warm and inviting. if she’s gotta do this, she at least wants him to know she’s not a scary person. “just so we’re not really strangers, my name’s nayeon. nice to meet you,” she speaks loudly over the music and hears a few chuckles that follow from the rest of the circle.

she waits till she sees some sort of approval before taking the front of his shirt gently and pulling him towards her, her lips meeting his with purpose. it’s not very long, maybe only a second or two, but it’s enough to feel something, and she pulls away with a satisfied smile. “hope that wasn’t too bad.”

she sits back down with a laugh, and the game moves on.