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[nothingbutunlost-deactivated202]

Lol it's me

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

he takes his sweet time kissing her, tasting her tongue as azra surrenders to him. the pull of her body flush against his, her fingers disappearing into his hair, causing him to go into a frenzy of lust. it’s all organic, coming home from a long trip and falling into bed, having that good night sleep. azra felt utterly like that, that relief of being at your place and finding it. she tastes just like it with each stolen breath. speaking of breathing. his lungs burn, mouth plump and swollen as they release one another, obscene with the string of saliva pulling back like a snapped string. daehoon’s chest was heaving with every intake of air, dark caramel eyes gazing at the female in his arms. ❛ me—me too. ❜ his voice was hazy, grazing against his throat. an errand of hair gets pushed back behind her hair as he catches it, a smile so gentle cast towards her. ❛ but we’re not done yet. ❜ daehoon doesn’t wait for a second, bending slightly through his knees to hook his hands under her thighs and lift her up. ❛i’ll be with you for the rest of the night. ❜ so he kisses her, again and again, blindly walking through the small maze of her apartment to reach her bedroom.

legs hook around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. hands move to cup at his jaw, thumbs running across tenderly. for a beat, all she does is look at him. something akin to wonder unfurling in her chest, as though she’s seeing daehoon for the very first time. all combined sensations are overwhelming  —  his hands on her igniting every single of her nerve endings and her heart so full of adoration for the man, she’s close to bursting at the seams  —  in the best way possible and leaving her in an intoxicating state of headiness. she doesn’t want for the moment to ever stop, nor to be away from him. forever, i want you with me forever, she wants to tell him. she’s tongue-tied, having long the capacity to form a single coherent sentence. instead, she breathes out a strangled sound against his lips. she’s lost all notion of what is occurring around her, all her senses zoned in on him. it’s only as her back hits the plush of her mattress, she realises they moved from the entryway. nimble fingers make quick work of both their clothes, leaving the two in the very same state of partial undress that was the catalyst to them falling into bed together. digits explore with no hesitation, this time. slowly. thoroughly. feather light, purposely teasing, then digging into the warm flesh with the intention to mark. tracing the muscles that twitch beneath her touch and ripping a satisfied breath from her lungs. burning into her memory each little spot that makes him tick. 

[k-sunwoo]

SUNWOO — THE BOYZ 6TH MINI ALBUM THRILL-ING / SPLASH CONCEPT PHOTO

[admelira]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

water writer

just like water, you carry your readers in a new world, and they just can’t do anything but follow. your poetic writing allures the readers in with beautiful words, just for them to find themselves on the deepest oceans floors, where you make them taste pain in its sweetest form. water writers are the gentlest liars, they show the readers a small stream, and no one can see the waterfall at the end. if you were a tag, you would definitely be ‘everything is beautiful but everything hurts’. cliffhangers are one of your strong points that, mixed with your incredible versatility, make you a great writer. your stories have a deep meaning, and never miss to leave traces on your readers hearts. you don’t limit yourself, you like to explore the deepest parts in the human soul, and that’s why readers can sometimes find MCD in your stories. your endings tend to be sad or open, and your stories have the power to drag your readers with you, from the highest waves of a storm, and to the darkest secrets of the ocean.

tagged by: @f8less​ & @nouvelis​ ( thank u, luv u both ❤️ ) 

tagging: anyone who wants to do it ! 

[k-sunwoo]

NEW — THE BOYZ 6TH MINI ALBUM THRILL-ING / SPLASH CONCEPT PHOTO

[admelira]

f8less​:

@admelira,  cast  :  jongmin  &  joowon  ;

the  consequences  of  joowon’s  fractious  behaviour  have  finally  gotten  the  best  out  of  him.  he  stopped  counting  the  punishments,  his  will  power  crushed  after  his  release  from  jail.  nearly  losing  his  life,  it  has  taken  joowon  way  too  long  to  come  back  to  his  senses.  risking  that  his  daughter  would  be  orphaned  after  he  has  already  lost  a  child,  fully  aware  of  the  pain  of  what  it  feels  like  to  have  your  world  turn  upside  down.  a  broken  family  with  no  one  left  behind  but  yourself.  dare  he  realise  the  ache  he  was  about  to  scoop  on  his  little  girl’s  dainty  shoulders.

many  months  have  passed  since  the  eye-opening  incident.  there’s  not  much  visible  of  what  he  went  through,  except  for  faint  scars  and  a  petulant  tremble.  yet,  what  else  could  prove  him  better  that  he’s  on  the  right  path  than  jongmin  reaching  out  to  him  again,  after  he  was  not  far  away  from  losing  any  hope  to  a  reunion.  deserved.  joowon  would  have  said.  he  has  no  right  on  a  son,  he  gave  up  on  too  soon.  in  fact,  he  was  taken  aback  once  he  received  the  pictures  and  words  on  the  boy’s  21st  birthday.  they  must  still  see  him  as  part  of  the  family  even  after  he  refused  to  get  any  contact  details  on  the  day  they’ve  taken  the  baby  with  them.  a  possible  way  to  reach  out  to  him?  would  make  separation  more  difficult  as  joowon  has  promised  he  wouldn’t  interfere  and  remain  in  distance.

the  two  have  agreed  it  would  be  best  to  go  for  a  public  location.  he  has  left  minah  with  her  grandpa,  it’s  probably  best  joowon  will  introduce  jongmin  to  his  sister  on  another  day.  the  enmity  he  between  him  and  his  actions  is  restless,  joowon’s  gaze  lost  in  the  light  reflections  on  the  river.  it’s  a  sunny  day,  joowon  dropped  the  location  to  jongmin’s  phone  prior  so  he  knew  exactly  where  he  has  to  go.

❛ long  trip,  wasn’t  it?!  i  promise  i’ll  make  sure  the  stay  is  worth  it.  i’ve  nothing  planned  but  if  you  want  to  go  somewhere  specific,  do  some  sight  seeing,  let  me  know.  also  …  i  bought  this  key  chain  on  my  way  here.  a  silly  souvenir  but  i  thought  ─  maybe  you’d  like  it. ❜  joowon’s  arms  rest  on  his  knees  as  he  leans  forward,  tilting  his  head  towards  jongmin  ❛ whatever  questions  you  have  on  your  mind,  there’s  no  reason  to  hold  them  back. ❜

stripped of all that he’s ever known, jongmin feels like a fish out of the water. he’s yet to figure out many aspects of his future  —  from the day of his adoption, all was decided for him and wishes were just that, never thought out beyond what ifs ... it’s terrifying, having freedom over his own life, but he doesn’t regret his choices. back to the wall, trapped in an agonizing cycle of heartache without the one that mattered the most and with the promise a LIFETIME of misery for not only himself but hyunsoo, those were the right ones to make. feeling happier than ever before, since the fateful day, he’s with no regret. 

the desire to reconnect with the family he’s never known, has been ever present and growing, growing, growing. jongmin grasping onto strangers, in a selfish attempt at keeping the last of his family within his grasp. it’d come to him as a surprise: the existence of a father that had an interest in knowing him. the memory of his mother was kept alive  —  videos of her recorded while she was pregnant with him, along with a lullaby that has never not brought him to tears, letters that told of her beautiful heart and made his own bleed at what could have been. joowon, on the other hand, was seldom mentioned. jongmin never wondered the why. rather, he accepted reality for what it was. 

he’s full of wariness, when joining the man. his heart still raw from the all consuming sense of betrayal, that hasn’t left his being for months, and heart-wrenching LOSS. jongmin loves his parents, dearly, but he can no longer bear facing them. he doesn’t know whether he ever will again. how many parents is he going to lose in his lifetime? is he cursed? greetings are overly polite and formal. the entirety of him stiff yet fidgety. digits toy with the band on his ring finger, its presence bringing him comfort and grounding him some. he doesn’t regret not asking his better half to tag along  —  he’s put him through enough of his family’s shenanigans to last a lifetime  —  yet he yearns for his presence. 

jongmin doesn’t talk, leaving to the older man to lead the conversation and only replying when spoken to. “long trips aren’t novelty to me, they don’t bother me. i enjoy traveling.” gaze is fixated on the water, mentally willing himself to chill the fuck out. he inhales deeply, another attempt to settle himself. "i’d rather not make any plans, for now. it’s all ... a lot. i’m really sorry.” he’s beginning to wonder whether this was a good idea to begin with. “i appreciate the gift, though. sincerely. it was very thoughtful, thank you.” the key chain is tucked in his pocket. he’ll keep it, no matter his future decision regarding a relationship with joowon. there are many things he’d like to ask him, but only one tumbles from him. one that is heavy and no doubt rubbing salt. “how was she?” his mother. he wants to know everything about his mother. he needs to know. 

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

❛ and you’re acting cute. ❜ daehoon makes a slight curve with his hip to avoid her sneaky little fingers with laughter in his voice. his innocent fear vanished with how easily they melt into each other’s personalities and mannerisms, like written words on paper coming to life. one of these days, he would write her a different letter—where he openly confesses his true feelings for her and proclaims that he was in love with her. admitting it now didn’t feel as frightening as he thought it would be. she had always been that bit of calm in his life. something he happily held onto—like a stuffed animal for a child. ❛ hey! you can visit korea too, you know. a birdie told me it’s an amazing place. ❜ daehoon bops her nose while they search for a cafe to settle at. with wonder, they manage to find something quiet—a fresh cuppa in his hand while they have become comfortable in a tiny little nook of the cafe. ❛ confused—it’s different when a good friend turns out to be your actual brother. ❜ he sighs, with a slight tug at his mouth. ❛ his name is lev. i think you would like him—he’s a good guy. but it’s hard… i guess. ❜ daehoon scratches the back of his neck while he shakes his head. his dad really surprised both of them. ❛ what about you, azzie? any surprised siblings, i should know about? ❜ he jokes, trying to make the situation seem a bit lighter, which it sort of was. there was nothing wrong with lev being his family, he just wished it was brought to light differently.

“you think i’m cute?” it’s always been easy with daehoon. from the very first letter  —  the language barrier between the two, in the first few months, made for hilarious miscommunications that helped the then teens grow closer  —  they were like two puzzle pieces, perfectly fitting into one another’s life. she’s relieved it extends beyond virtual, their dynamic remaining as it’s always been  —  bantering with an undeniable hint of fondness and an ever open heart. “are you the birdie? i’m not too sure i can trust your words. you are known to have questionable taste, bud.” she’s joking. azra wants nothing more than to discover what his life is like, explore all the places he’s talked to her about. the same way she wanted for him to do, by visiting her neck of the woods. she crosses her fingers the opportunity would come soon. az feels somewhat helpless, not quite having words of comfort to offer, or the tools to make the pill easier for him to swallow. she can’t imagine coping with such news well, in his shoes. “does it help any, him being a friend rather than a stranger?” she reaches over, fingers wrapping around his forearm and squeezing in a show of silent support. “be patient with yourself, dae. it’s all very fresh and cliché as it may be, time does its job.” she hates that he’s going through such ordeal and silently curses the man responsible for it. she gets along well with his parents, talking rather extensively with the both of them the few times they’d called and always remembering to send a letter for important holidays throughout the year, but she isn’t so fond of his father at the very moment. “and i’m here to help you, however you need me to.” be it to vent, shout about how shitty life can get, or offer a distraction in whatever form it may come. the following words are met with a grimace and a firm shake of her head. “god, don’t jinx it. the two i have are handfuls enough as is. the last thing i need is a secret one popping up out of nowhere.” 

[aslibekroglu]

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[katerinapetrova]

Well, I do the best with what I’ve got.

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

it took all of daehoon’s willpower to not take her right in front the entrance of her apartment’s complex. the world was torturing them— traffic crazier than usual made the simple trip back to her apartment longer than it should have. the elevator wasn’t working either, and it was all heavy stares and giggles while running up the staircase. eventually, they made it, hearts beating, pulse racing and the atmosphere completely shifted—silent and waiting. a storm does not rage, nor does he pounce on her as soon the door closes behind them. daehoon doesn’t answer her sigh of relief but slowly saunters over to her instead, caramel eyes melting, burning. his hand lands on the door behind her head—caging her in, making her entirely at his mercy. he takes his time to wholly enter her proximity, his nose bumping against hers as he nuzzles it gently. perhaps he gives her some time to change her mind, letting his lips ghost the softness of her mouth before he finally kisses her. daehoon breathes to his nose as he softly, innocently presses kisses on top of her lips—it’s when his hand cups her cheek, lifting her chin, that he entirely deepens it. F I N A L L Y.

she stops breathing, all muscles locking and keeping her rooted against the door. eyes are focused on him, and him alone, barely blinking and waiting for his next move. the light, tender contact is enough for air to audibly wheeze from her lungs, breaths coming out in stutters from parted lips and followed by a sound akin to an impatient whine. there’s been enough teasing. there’s been enough waiting. her mind is set, never to be changed, ever. she wants this. she wants him. she wants to be with him. more than she’s ever wanted anything and anyone else, before. there is no cliché fireworks bursting behind her close lids with the first press of their lips together. instead, she’s filled with relief and a realisation: she loves him. lust drove them to leave the water park in a frenzy and she expected the moment to be carnal, but there’s so much more to it. arms wrap around his neck, fingers locking in his hair and she pushes herself close as she can possibly be. body melts against his, azra all but pliant in his arms. gone is her loud mouth taking control of the situation by pushing just the right buttons. lungs soon begin screaming at her for air and she ignores the urge the longest she can. a deep stuttered breath and she leans back enough to take another lungful of air. “i’ve been waiting for this, for so long.” something she didn’t know, until now. today is full of realisation, it appears. she can’t pinpoint the exact moment her heart found a home in his, all she knows is : it’s been a long time. 

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

he gave her beautiful promises—promises that he wanted to keep, not only for her, but also for himself. the life of sweet solitude while they grow old and love their children. dreams he had never had before until he met flora. was it so wrong that he wanted those things with her? throw away his life of crime to live and grow old with the woman he fell in love with? perhaps the average person would say he would be undeserving of it, with all that blood on his hands, and death following him everywhere. but he wanted it all—selfish until the very end. damien looks away when she throws back another question…that question, to be precise. ❛ yes. ❜ he declares, ❛ eventually, i would’ve told you. ❜ that he was foremost honest about. while the lie would’ve grown, manifested into their relationship like a deadly fungus, it would’ve been shared respectfully, not like a bomb that blew up in their faces, like right now. he drops to his knees in front of her. his head dropped as he grabs onto her hands. ❛ please—please give me a chance. i’ll wait, i’ll wait for you. ❜ he felt pathetic for begging, but he didn’t care, as he did not want to lose her… he couldn’t. ❛ forever if i need to. ❜

damien was a curveball she didn’t expect. it took flora some time before embracing said curveball with both arms. shattered in her previous relationship to an extent no words could do justice to, she wanted to be certain she could give her heart away, once more, without her scars causing harm to him. in that time, he showed her patience. he showed her loyalty. he showed her care. even now, exposed to a truth that is atrociously vicious about her love, she considers taking the leap to be with him, to be the best decision she has ever made. remembering all the positives is like shards poking at her bleeding heart and worsening its state. “why didn’t you tell me before ...  —  ” before the promises. before they fell in love. so much of the heartache could have been avoided. “did i ever give you a reason not to trust me?” she doesn’t carry a heavy secret, thus can’t fully comprehend the burden it put on him. still, it makes no sense to her why it took so long  —  even longer, if she didn’t stumble upon him that day  —  to tell her. eyes widen as he crumbles to his knees in front of her, showing such vulnerability to her, while begging for another chance, that it makes the tears she’s been holding, fall. flora pushes all rationality aside, embracing the desires of her heart and too kneels on the floor. arms wrap around him, holding onto damien with all the strength she possesses. she misses him, how she misses him. “we're going to be okay  —  ” we’re going to be okay. we’re going to be okay, she repeats those words over and over again like a mantra. flora never expected to have it in herself to love someone again. let alone, love someone with the intensity with which she adores him and the certainty of having found her soulmate. she can’t let go of him. she can’t. 

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

they were both eager to be with each other—written all over their faces and body language. daehoon wanted to touch every part of her skin, knowing that it waits for him once they get back to her place. her lips taunted him ever since they started speaking to him. it had only been a matter of time before the dam broke, and they drown in their deepest desires, which was being with each other. ❛ says you, being cute to me all afternoon. ❜ daehoon fathoms that his feelings were requited with the way she breathes the words to him with pure need. the queue couldn’t go any faster now they planned to leave, and finally, give into one another. the need to kiss her was worse than ever. ❛ you’re pretty mean too! wanting to replace me like that. ❜ he was pouting again, laughter in his eyes as they continue to tease one another with light banter. the water slide was insane as he expected it to be but extremely fun. he hoped that azra had at least a bit of fun with the short amount of time they were at the park. with their hands held and feet running on cold tiles to get to the lockers—they were back at the gate sooner than later. ❛ yeah, let’s go. ❜ and he practically held her hand the rest of the way back home.

it’s like the whole world is against them. from heavy traffic, dramatically increasing the time it takes to get back to her apartment, to the elevator suddenly being out of service and forcing the two to waste yet more time. azra is tempted to throw away the fraction of patience she has left and take what she wants then and there, in the staircase. to hell with modesty. tension is tangible in the air, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation that has built, built, built. she feels this close to bursting at the seams. the intention behind the trip to the water park was less than innocent. the two of them well determined to up their game of teasing and aiming for victory, but she could have never anticipated it would lead to this. at least, not so fast and soon. azra heavily underestimated her own desires and those of daehoon’s, it seems. she could put a stop to this  —  get the upper hand and pull on the ultimate strategic move, but she doesn’t want to. she doesn’t want to play, any longer. she scrambles with her keys, digits unstable from her hazy mind, making the easiest of task akin to an herculean accomplishment. the door opens. the frantic thumping rhythm of her heart is deafening as is the rush of blood through her veins, warming her entire being. the door shuts. azra releases a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding. “F I N A L L Y.” 

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

her body was filled with unbridled joy—gasping at the breathtaking sight of her boyfriend’s smile. it reached all the way to his eyes as he gazes down at her, and hana couldn’t help but want to give him the world for it. while she tried to be sentimental and think about the moments, he didn’t, until he did. sadly enough, they were busy building their home, so she waved him goodbye happily instead. hana already promised herself to smother him with her love later in bed. eventually, she finished organizing the kitchen—feeling proud now those boxes were at least empty. while dakho doubtfully cared for kitchen arrangements, hana hopes he would still like what she did with it. the sudden message made her stop opening a new box, lifting her phone to her face, and frowning at the text. did something terrible happen? forgetting to even text dakho back, she quickly put on some shoes before she was out of the apartment and its complex. didn’t take long to find him with something small and orange in his arms. ❛ oh! baby—is it okay? ❜ hana ran up to him, looking down at the fragile little kitten. ❛ where did you find the poor thing? ❜

he doesn’t have a clue what he’s supposed to do with the little bundle. it looks too skinny to have wandered off and be lost from its home as a result. all he can guess is, the tiny animal was thrown onto the street ( which absolutely infuriates him. what kind of piece of garbage human being would do such a thing ? ) and found its way to the building. the kitten keeps on releasing loud meows, dakho doing his best to soothe it, while waiting for his girlfriend to join him. she thankfully does, rather quickly. “i don’t know, babe. i don’t know anything about cats, but all i can feel are its ribs so i can only guess it isn’t okay.” gently, he places the little one in hana’s arms then grabs one of the bottle of water he bought at the store. he pours some in the palm of his hand then presents it to the kitten, who starts drinking right away. good. he points behind him, with his free hand, to the trash bin, “i found the little one in there.” he has to take a deep breath to stop himself from releasing a string of curses, still enraged by the situation. “let’s go home and figure out what we’re supposed to do.” in his heart, he knows the kitten isn’t going anywhere. both hana and he can take of the little fluff ball, give it a good home to thrive in.

[earthfluuke]

[admelira]

tiredtangerines​:

“but cuteness is inherently subjective.” just like beauty and anything else that cannot be determined by rigid measurements. it varies from person to person, from place to place. his lips curl, content with the compliment from the stranger regardless of how reluctantly the other might frame it. his eyes return from the sky of pink, dangling blossoms, to the ache in the other’s voice. “you sound like you know pain.” a sincere observation. “i’m sorry.” he has always wondered about people, the anecdotes they have, the thing they have survived and suffered. he supposes it is what musicians do, forever curious about the weight others carry on their shoulders. “i hope one day you’ll breathe easy again.” whatever it is that haunts the man’s mind, he hopes it’ll cease and become forgotten soon, but what’s heartache if not unforgettable, impossible to erase? he cannot speak so much based on his limited personal experience, only what he learns from books and movies and the people he knows who clung to love and lost it. with reluctance, his lips part. he lets words fall out — impulsive, he’s always been. “do you want to… take the ferris wheel with me?” a shameless request, but he suddenly feels guilty for the possibility that he might have made unwanted memories resurface. his head hurts as he forces himself back on his feet, the world a dizzying scene before the focus is restored. “i think it’s closing soon.”

“cuteness isn’t always subjective. take kittens for example. their cuteness isn’t a matter of subjectivity but a fact.” yes, he did just compare junso to an adorable kitten and wow, does he need to have a serious discussion with his filter on the matter of cooperating with him. he clears his throat and once again crosses his fingers the other won’t remember a thing about the entire encounter. shoulders shrug in response, “don’t we all, at one point or another.” there are worse things than a broken heart, is what he continuously tells himself when the ache is particularly painful ( like now ) in an attempt to trick his own brain into chilling with sending out those cursed pain signals. “thank you and i hope things work out with your special someone. even if the odds don’t seem on your side, don’t lose hope.” at the end of the day, he wants for junso to be with someone that makes him happy. everyone deserves their happy ending. in three years, akara has learnt to live with the situation he’s in, resigned to the fact it would stick for as long as it took him to find the strength to move on. he goes to stand up and head towards the exit but the ground is cut from right under his feet with jun’s offer to go on the ferris wheel. silent stretches out, while a full blown argument unfolds in his brain. no matter how loud rationality speaks, it’s never been listened to when it comes to the other idol and kai is nothing if not a sucker for pain, after all. what’s a little more, at this point? “sure, i’d like to. let’s go.” he puts a hand on jun’s shoulder, helping to steady his wobbly form then head right for the ferris wheel. with the day coming to an end, there is no queue and they’re soon seated, on their way up up up. “so ... any particular reason you came here today? is it something you do often?” he’d like to ask the reason for his drinking and subsequent drunk texting him, but he reckons it’s a little too invasive.

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

was this really happening? daehoon wanted to pinch himself to be sure. his body was utterly on fire—his control evaporates into thin air. once more, he gazes down her body, seeing azra for the first time again now the gate has been opened, destroyed, unable to be closed again. his voice deepens on its own—his own promises dripping from his tongue like honey. ❛ let me take you home after this slide. ❜ his forehead falls against her temple as he mutters those words into her ear, ❛ i’ll wait a little longer, but my patience is running low. i know you’ll be worth it, though. ❜ and he clears his throat as he rightens himself, catching eyes with a little girl who has been watching them. she blushes when he smiles at her, hiding behind her mother. sheepishly he rubs at his neck, laughing at her expression. ❛ it doesn’t, but that’s not the point. ❜ he bops her nose again, with the following squeeze of his hand on her hip. ❛ you’ve passed your return policy ages ago. you’re stuck with me. ❜ daehoon sticks out his tongue. nevertheless, the idea of not knowing azra or talking to her sounded awful and something he wouldn’t want to dwell in. she meant way too much to him—to ever let her go. ❛ you’re the only one for me too. ❜ his own words also meaning more than what was said out loud. ❛ i hope you’re the one who’s going to help me sleep at night? ❜ god was he being a smug idiot, and those words linger when it was their turn to get down the slide.

once the line is crossed, there would be no turning back. truth is ... boundaries have long become blurred and being confronted the reality of their feelings for one another, with them getting to see one another, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “god yes, let’s go home.” eagerness drips heavily from each word spoken. the warm breath on her ear, his skin flush against her own is almost too much to bear now. “you’re so eager, how cute.” pot meets kettle. silently, azra takes a handful of calming breaths, all the while willing herself to keep her composure for another few minutes. head shakes and eyes wander away from the object of temptation to the scenery of the park. the atmosphere is joyous, background filled with shouts, the soothing crashing sound of a nearby wave pool and upbeat music. another deep breath and she looks back at him. “you have no point, because you know i’m right.” she’s hyper aware of each point of contact between their bodies, goosebumps breaking over her skin and visibly shuddering under his touch. she’s in so much trouble. “tough ! i’ll still find a way to exchange you for a sweeter version, just you wait.” like any mature adult would, she too sticks her tongue out at him, shoulders lightly shaking with silent laughter. she’s realised words aren’t needed between them. quite ironic given the nature of most of their exchange, but she sees it : the fondness with which he looks at her, the little things that speak volume on how much he cares for her. she knows. just as he knows. their hearts are open, on full display. “i’ll give you nightmares, for putting me through this HELL. see if that helps you sleep.” it’s with that last threat that they’re sent hurdling down and it’s right back to screaming her lungs out, for azra. this time, neither linger in the water afterwards and they all but run to get their belongings. azra doesn’t even bother with removing her wet swimsuit, quickly throwing on her sundress then finding him outside the entry gates. “are you ready to leave?”

[admelira]

cvvalier​:

he was acting coy about it, lifting his hands in mock surrender. ❛ really don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart. ❜ suddenly daehoon had the very urge to go back home—he had expected a lot of things, but azra saying those words to him made him swallow nervously. ❛ you—you do? ❜ consider him speechless, and it became worse with the hidden promise beneath the sultry smoothness of her words. ❛ what if i don’t want to be careful? ❜ god—he was this close to pulling her to him again. fuck friendship?! friends could make out, right? daehoon shook his head, trying to calm down his excitement. azra was maddening, alluring, and was driving him wild. all his teasing was starting to bite him in the ass. ❛ but lions are fun! which means slides are too, and that means conquering your fears. ❜ totally logical. nothing absurdly flawed about that. daehoon gasped dramatically, holding onto his chest. ❛ how could you!“ but he doesn’t let her sneak away, nor did he think she would. his arm sneaks around her waist, pulling her to him. ❛ you’re making me jealous. that’s my role, and i happen to like my role. ❜ as her mighty protector of the evil slides. ❛ truce it is, azzie. but don’t get too sad when you lose. ❜

the stuttered response is oh so pleasant, music to her hear. victory is sweet, as is the anticipation buzzing within her veins. there is little to no doubt anymore to the event that will unfold once they are alone. the light boundary has been stomped over and the floodgates are wide open. the days denying the desire eating at them, has made it the more harder to control, until it spilled over. control has been lost. “all the better, sweetheart,” she throws the petname right back at him, “can you be a little more patient for me, mhm? it’ll be worth it.”  somehow she manages to keep the fearful facade, all the while whispering to daehoon. the positive is, all fear has left her, all her thoughts on one thing, one thing alone. azra is surprising herself, if she’s being honest. she’s never been the type to be so bold. something about daehoon, the comfort that exists between them allows for her to lose all inhibitions. “i ... what? how does that make any logical sense?” the look she sends him is one of utter disbelief. how does his mind even work? “it’s what you get for being so mean to me. i didn’t sign up for a mean best friend, all those years ago. i want a refund.” as if azra would ever trade him for anything in the world, when he happens to be her everything. “jealous you say? interesting, but worry not, you’re the only one for me. no other protector shall steal your spot.” the words are heavier than the lightness of her tone implies and holds a promise. her own arm wraps around his middle, palm flat on his back. “i don’t lose, but keep on telling yourself that, daedae. whatever helps you sleep at night.” and just like that, reality sets back in : they’re up the stairs and it’s their turn to go down. oh fuck. “lose ! i’m going to destroy you !”