devil-may-care ;

hello kit. lead rapper of charm.

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdrizo:

insoo stifles a laugh under the heel of his palm, eyes crinkling into crescents upon hearing kit’svaliant attempt to prove his competence. “i would never,” he insists, the teasing lilt of his voice already giving way to obvious contradiction. “i was just–” he drops his eyes down to kit’s flashlight, then exhales a small breath of astonishment. “.. is everything you have.. themed?” taking a curious step to the right, he surveys kit from a new angle, before taking another step, and then another– eventually circling kit’s entire body in mild disbelief. “.. i just didn’t know hello kitty had friends,” he concludes finally, voice quiet and tinged with a little.. awe? “it’s– .. you’re–” he flounders. “– ‘s cute. is what i’m trying to say.”

turning to face the dirt path once more, he makes a small gesture as if to prompt them both to continue forward. “you should tell me about them,” he says, after a beat. “her.. friends, i mean. like, um–” he catches one of kit’s keychains between his fingers– a happy-looking frog, with a v-shaped mouth. “– him. i like him. what’s his deal? what makes ‘im tick?”

kit decides, for the betterment of the luscious, evergreen night, he won’t dissect insoo’s... compliment as patronizing. and because, the truth is very much obvious. does a man with sanrio keyrings swinging from his knapsack strike someone else as a... lumberjack, outdoors-kind-of expert? no, not at all. “yeah, all sanrio. hello kitty & friends, i think that’s what they’re called?” his saving grace is his bad memory; if kit actually knew the copyrighted name, will he manage to save face? though, nothing wrong with hello kitty, she’s an icon. but insoo makes a valid point. “they make me cute. without them, i’d be that wanderer in the forest people stray away from.”

he leads the way down the path least taken, shining his flashlight at the nooks and crannies, ample of shadows, avoiding anything insoo can trip over. the ground is much too uneven for his liking. “hm?” kit tosses his back, hearing the innocent inquiries above the snaps of twigs and the wind zipping through branches. “that’s keroppi! one of my favorites,” he brightens, enthused the green frog caught insoo’s eye; he has good eyes. “i don’t know what makes him tick. sadly. but he’s an adventurer and his best friend is a snail named din din! he also lives on donut pond.” his eyes are sparkling, cheery.

[iddax-blog1]

chained up. (dax&kit)

@fmdxkit

it was a rare occurrence when dax would find himself going to the charm dorms for something other than jaesung. he knew the way to the dorm so well, he could do it in his sleep (and almost had a few times, if he was being honest). but this was a rare day. dax knew that jaesung was out filming something or other that morning, but he had left his wallet on his nightstand the day before and he obviously needed to get it back. there was only so many times that morning that he could tell himself ‘oh, just one more episode and then you’ll go get your wallet so you can actually eat something,’ before his stomach started eating itself. auto-cannibalism probably isn’t nearly as fun as the name itself. 

he honestly wasn’t expecting to see anyone in the charm dorm when he got there; the boys were in a middle of a comeback so he figured everyone would be out and about for the day doing promotions. without bothering to knock, he typed in the key code on the dorm’s door and pushed his way inside, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. surprisingly, he heard voices and noises in the dorm, so he called out a vague, “it’s just dax,” upon his entrance. the charm boys had come to accept that dax was almost like a 14th room mate (even though they barely had enough room for the 13 of them in the first place) and that he would more often than not be hanging out in their dorm. as he turned to make his way towards jace’s room, he saw something that he never, absolutely never would have thought he would witness. sweet kit kwon. sitting on a couch. with handcuffs.

“oh my god, dude, what the actual fuck,” dax said in an almost monotone voice, eyebrows up at his hairline in shock. through his disbelief, though, he still managed to snap a picture of the other boy before letting out a cough of a laugh and quickly trying to rush out of the room to show the other members. “guYS, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!”

[fmdxkit-blog]

kit has many friends in many different fields: idols, teachers, students, police officers. well, he has one cop friend. if you ask kit, they’re chummy enough to have drinks together, incoherently babbling about the deepest to the shallowest things. one night, he doesn’t remember when exactly but before CHARM’s comeback, his cop friend gave him a broken pair of handcuffs. why? kit doesn’t know but he accepted the kind gesture and forgot about it until he decided to clean his room to kill boredom. he found it under a pile of rilakkuma plushies and wanted to show it off, maybe even prank the other members that they’d be stuck together for the day. but he remembers his friend mentioned it’s broken; it doesn’t lock.

he’s on the couch when dax comes, which stumps kit because jaesung isn’t around. he smacks the handcuff around his own wrist, wanting to greet their everyday or so guest with a ginger wave. it’s not until dax’s initial shock that alerted kit how... questionable he looks and he hops onto his feet, eager to explain. “this is not what it seems!” he’s defensive, waving his hands as he skids up to dax, the other half of the handcuff dangling. “it’s broken, see!” kit doesn’t know why he has to prove himself; his members already know he’s strange but to be rumored to have some sort of bondage kink is... a no.

he hooks the cuff around dax’s wrist, ready for the thing to fall right off but it never does; all kit hears is a click and he gulps, lifting his wide eyes to read dax’s reaction. “oops.”

[jihoonfmd-archived]

closed starter ➝ @fmdxkit

Ever since the incident that happened at a fan signing a few weeks ago, Jihoon had been dreading the next one. He wasn’t sure if he would ever show up again. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he showed up again. His eyes were alert, and his posture was stiff as he kept a close eye on his surroundings, his stoic expression only breaking when a fan approached him and began talking. He might have been a little scared, but he wasn’t going to let that ruin his interactions with CHARM’s CHARMings. 

Their managers had called for a break, so the line stopped flowing for a bit, but Jihoon didn’t stop scanning the crowd. He hadn’t noticed someone talking to him, until he felt a hand on his back and he jumped slightly, knocking it away. “Don’t do that!” He hissed, before registering who it was. His harsh expression softened slightly when he realized that it was Kit. “Sorry, hyung, just - just don’t sneak up on me like that. I’m sorry.” 

[fmdxkit-blog]

exchanging jokes with fans is a usual for kit. he enjoys making others laugh, even if his jokes aren’t quite funny; he tries and he figures that counts. one fan told him something he can’t shake from his mind. there’s an urge to share it and kit drops a hand on jihoon’s shoulders to share. “hey, do you wa-“ he’s cut off when jihoon shoves his hand aside and tells him off. startled, kit doesn’t know how to react and sits there, blinking rapidly. seeing jihoon is troubled new but worries him. “no, it’s okay. it’s my bad. are you okay though?” worry festers and kit’s eyebrows scrunch as he observes the younger male.

[fmdxtaeho-blog-deactivated20230]

[ 📱→ ??? ] oh god oh god oh god oh god

[ 📱→ ??? ] please tell me i’m hallucinating

[📱→ ??? ] please please please tell me i didn’t kiss a girl on national television

[fmdxkit-blog]

[ 📱→ taetae ] you did !!

[ 📱→ taetae ] congrats !!

[ 📱→ taetae ] i may never seen u again after the episode airs but congrats !!

[fmdxkit-blog]

@fmdisaac

ice cream in late autumn is almost as absurd as ice cream in anytime of winter but to kit, it’s some kind of tradition he forced upon isaac—his boston brother, even if the younger male had no recollections of the city. regardless of the season or the schedules mounted until their necks, he won’t miss their ice cream dates. kit readies himself, a tight wool scarf around his neck and matching mittens over his hands. he struts to isaac’s room, not bothering to knock; they’re too close for such formalities.

“ready to go? the ice cream will melt soon.” his joke is... painful but kit laughs to mask the cringe in his shoulders as they roll, settling unevenly on his frame.

[fmdxkit-blog]

a whole new world.

[fmdmina-blog]

for a brief moment, mina thinks about reaching over the table to strangle him but a quick glance over her shoulder at the loitering employees several feet from their table makes her think twice. plans for a premeditated murders are set on the back burner and she gives up trying to convince kit that she was the better half in this impromptu who is the best war. instead, she takes a sip of her now cold tea; the taste bitter on her tongue. she’s stalling, she knows this–she does it on purpose. 

something about kit’s eagerness to get her to agree to his late night adventures (re: club hopping & co-mingling with people with some kind of drink in hand) makes her smirk. her pride rides on the edges of anticipation, in knowing full well that her agreement would mean one point for kit in their mental scoreboards of how many times can kit get me to say yes to partying and boozing it up versus how many times can i get kit to agree to take me to art museums and take aesthetic photos of me? so far, mina had thought she was winning. perhaps, it is time to let loose a little bit. one night probably wouldn’t hurt. right?

with a defeated yes at the tip of her tongue, she sets the cup down with a soft clink and rests her chin in her palms, watching him with a look of total exasperation and just a tinge of amusement. “i mean, if you had to cross your heart…” the smile turns into a cheeky grin, suppressed laughter turning her voice softer, warmer. “swear on it,” leaning a cheek into her left hand, she extends her right, pinky up and waves it at kit. “pinky swear.” i’m trusting you, she’s saying. i trust you.

[fmdxkit-blog]

kit likes to convince himself he doesn’t know why he finds mina’s presence enjoyable; she hardly ever agrees to his brilliant ideas. more often than not, he agrees to her mellow afternoons in art museums he doesn’t quite understand. it’s about time she agrees to his wishes; friendships have to be fair. that being said, best-friends are different; they may keep mental tabs but at the end of the day, the score doesn’t matter or maybe kit isn’t the competitive type.

a knowing smirk grows on his face and he leans in too, cheek-in-palm. he can almost hear her surrender. knowing mina, she won’t ever say it was. maybe a truce is more accurate. nevertheless, kit knows this round is his. another tally to add to the chalkboard. he mentally pumps a fist into the air, cogs spinning with ideas. he won’t go sparingly; he’ll go all out.

“a child,” he huffs, eyes twinkling in amusement. pinky promises are habits of the past but kit loves that mina values what can be considered immature as a serious notion; it is a serious notion, he reprimands himself. kit links his right pinky around mina, the size different noticeable but the fit is near perfect. “you have my word, mina. i won’t let anything happen to you. to us.” kit knows she believes him. she wouldn’t have agreed if she didn’t.

[fmdwon-blog]

hey there, demons

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdwon:

[ ✉️ oreo kitkat ]: are you going to disguise yourself and come to my fansign? [ ✉️ oreo kitkat ]: kit pls you’re going to make me blush………. deleted! [ ✉️ oreo kitkat ]: being a dwarf suck don’t do it [ ✉️ oreo kitkat ]: people are going to look down on you, literally [ ✉️ oreo kitkat ]: its decided then, i can be simon cowell for the day 😊😊   [ ✉️ oreo kitkat ]: no mercy :)

[ ✉️ fav hyung ]: who shall i go as? [ ✉️ fav hyung ]: your biggest fan? 🤔 [ ✉️ fav hyung ]: that’s not a disguise tho 😂 [ ✉️ fav hyung ]: smols are cute ok be proud of our dna !! [ ✉️ fav hyung ]: nooo hyuuung please have mercy on me !! [ ✉️ fav hyung ]: i’m a precious bean who loves u a lot ;A;

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdjaewon:

[ 📱 ⟶ safety hazard ] i’m not stalking you, the mv is literally everywhere genius [ 📱 ⟶ safety hazard ] wanted to congratulate you on the good comeback but forget about it i guess [ 📱 ⟶ safety hazard ] also i’d watch it if i were you before this clumsy old man kicks your ass into next year you brat

[ 📱 ⟶ palm tree ] u called me a genuis ;A; aWW [ 📱 ⟶ palm tree ] but by saying that u did congratulate me ?? [ 📱 ⟶ palm tree ] u know that is called kid abuse and u will get in trouble !!

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdrocket:

❬ ✉️ ⟶ kit kat ❭ : it’s ok. i can drag you out… should i bring a trolley? ❬ ✉️ ⟶ kit kat ❭ : flattery will get you no where. ❬ ✉️ ⟶ kit kat ❭ : i think i’m more of an iron ore, though.

〈 ✉️ ⟶ rocket noona 〉: well,, , UGH FINE A TROLLEY WILL DO 〈 ✉️ ⟶ rocket noona 〉: what flattery ?? i only speak cold hard faX !! 〈 ✉️ ⟶ rocket noona 〉: omg u dont even agree with being a diamond 😕

[fmdwon-blog]

pina colada

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdwon:

from all the time he spent with kit, jiwon is eventually made to believe that enthusiasm is in fact infectious.

“careful there.” a small smile managed to creep upon his lips as he sees kit rushing out from the dormitory area. the way he’s rushing to get everything done reminds him of an excited child who waited all night to play in the snow. and maybe he should be, after all the convincing jiwon had to do in order for CHARM’s manager to grant the boy a free day with him.

( “he’s still growing. let him live a little or he’ll end up like me- a dwarf.” )

which isn’t a complete lie, by the way. with how he practically grew up in a stressful industry that is the korean entertainment world, jiwon didn’t really give puberty much space to hit him. if anything his height seemed to hit the maximum quota at the age of eighteen. growth spurt is just a myth.

autumn breeze sends a chill down his spine, and only then he realized he had been standing outside without his scarf to protect his neck from the cold. he signals kit to follow him into his car, cocking his chin at the front seat while he opens the door to the driver’s side. he really couldn’t afford to get sick when he’s supposed to perform in a couple of days.  

puts his hands around the steering wheel, waits for the younger until he’s inside the car. “okay then, where are we heading for today?” his question is almost lost within the rumble of the car’s engine. “i’m not taking an ‘up to you’ for an answer.”

like a puppy forever enthralled by its owner, kit followed jiwon with starry eyes and an unyielding grin. years went by since he went from a diehard casual fan to actually being friends with jiwon, yet kit acted no different. there were days when kit reprimanded himself for acting too... excited. too enthusiastic. tone it down a notch. overused words his members and managers reiterated to him like a mantra. did he listen? nope!

the warmth of jiwon’s car is familiar. memories of kit’s first time replayed. he remembers how awed he was. it was the first celebrity car he’d been in; out of fear of breaking the radio panel, kit touched nothing and sat up too rigidly to be comfortable. as many lunch and dinner dates passed, long gone like the cycle of seasons, kit grew comfortable, allowing himself to be lulled by the mellow crooning of the radio as he and jiwon elicited in conversation.

“hmm,” kit thought hard as he fastened himself in with a seat-belt. “you sound like a boyfriend telling his significant other to not be fickle. how dominant,” he commented slyly, a wag of his brows to indicate some sort of jesting immaturity. “i think i’m feeling sushi today! and something warm.” although, kit was told to decide, he just couldn’t finalize without asking his hyung what he wanted. from an early age, kit was taught to respect and seek others’ choices. “but what about you, hyung?”

[fmdxkit-blog]

a reader lives a thousand lives.

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdxsamsoo:

“I like fantasy stuff.” That was an easy question. Samsoo adored all things fantasy. It helped him escape the craziness of the real world and enter a place where quite literally anything could happen. From the time he was a child he really enjoyed reading books like Harry Potter, although that was a series he hadn’t read in years. It, surprisingly, wasn’t one of his favorites, but he knew that it was pretty popular amongst the masses.

“Adventure oftentimes goes hand in hand with fantasy,” he commented softly, before turning around to face the bookshelf he had been looking at, his eyes scanning the shelves for the familiar title of a book he had read many, many times before. “Yeah, I think there’s one book that you’d like..” He mumbled, using one of his hands to trail his finger along the spines of the books, before finally landing on the one he’d been looking for. “Ah, here it is.”

He pulled it out and gently sat it on top of the stack of books in Kit’s arms. “I hope you like that one.. It’s something that I have back at my dorm and I’ve read it about a dozen times. I’ve loved it every time I read it.”

“anything other-wordly, i’m all for it! harry potter, narnia, lord of the rings.” to hear they both had an affinity to fantasy lifted kit’s already high spirits. he watched samsoo search and find a novel, a child-like wonder flickering across his expression as the book was laid on top of his own pile.

he picked it up, studying the title, the cover art, the comments on the back from other authors who read it. the suggested work was new to him. “this looks cool! what’s this about?” the concise commentary did nothing to spoil kit and he was the kind of person who wanted a few important details before starting either a tv series, movie and novel.

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdtrevor:

Trevor knew that was a bit of a low blow, but he couldn’t help it. He had gotten a little bit irritated by the word, because it wasn’t a good fit for the two of them. He doubted he’d ever be able to see Kit as just a friend, even though they’d never been an official couple. They’d almost gotten to that point, they’d almost shared that title, but the flame was blown out almost as soon as it was ignited.

He nodded once in understanding. If anyone could relate to what he was feeling, it was Trevor. Being in one of the top idol groups at the moment and having BC pretty much running them into the ground had made him an expert in that respect. “If you ever need anything, you know you can just like.. Call me or something. Even if it’s just to talk.”

His nose scrunched up when he felt Kit flick it, before he smacked his hand away roughly. “Don’t do that.” He frowned a him, rolling his eyes. “You don’t lie, huh? That’s a lie right there. Everyone lies.” Some lies just might be little white ones, but everyone lies. That’s something that people can’t really deny. “You really think I’m a catch?”

kit wondered on many occasions, restless nights, in between lapses in time before he did anything stupid, if he and trevor were official and they broke up officially, would they be able to call themselves friends once time healed wounds? he would hate for the answer to be yes because it would give kit more reason to be pissed at himself for letting what could have been a beautiful thing die before its peak—its birth.

he knew he could count on trevor; he knew for a while but kit was always too apprehensive to make the first move. was it appropriate to call it that? kit remembered when he first met trevor. it was him spying on a practice session late one night. he was peaking through the door, enamored. he approached trevor first, palms sweaty as he asked the older male for tips on rapping; kit admired him. idolized him. when the feelings came, he was confused. the heart racing clamor in his chest. the butterflies in his stomach. they all pointed in something more than innocent admiration. for a while, he thought lightly of his puppy crush; it was just that, right? wrong. “well, i don’t want to be a bother. but... no, yeah, i will.” kit decided a few more nights like this could rekindle something. anything.

sulking kit withdrew his hand, pretending it hurt and maybe his spirits took a hit but he did spew immaturity once again. it was deserved. expected too. “believe me if you wanna, but yes, i do think you’re a catch.” and kit wasn’t saying that out of flattery or to be nice; he was genuine. if only you could see what i see, were words he never had the chance to say and were probably too out of context to say now but to kit, whether they were together or patching things up, trevor was a catch: talented, the ability to evoke emotions in his story-telling rap, kind, taking a sheltered kid under his wing and mentoring him for no reason, and with a smile that kit once wanted to fall asleep and wake up to.

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

tell me.

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdtaeyong:

“i’m not cinderella,” ash insists, a sour look coming to his face at the implication. “she had to go home at midnight because her fairy godmother wasn’t good enough at magic to make it last any longer.” he’s debating asking the bartender for another drink, but he’s finding it hard to keep up with his thoughts long enough to consider that choice and continue talking to kit. “i don’t think cinderella was even old enough to drink, so she was really missing out. prince charming didn’t even have a personality. i would choose alcohol over him any day. alcohol is nice, kitty.”

alcohol doesn’t help ash with being aware of his surroundings; he’s proven that to the entire country now. the other people in the bar could be staring at him and it would be unlikely he’d notice. they don’t care anyway. no one does. “why would you care?” he asks, but he truthfully doesn’t need an answer. kit simply saying those words is enough to pull at ash’s heartstrings and make him want to open up.

ash isn’t in any condition to fight, so he leans all of his weight into kit. he’s lost weight in the past month or two, but a few kilograms doesn’t change the fact that he is a fully grown man who works out regularly. he isn’t exactly light. “can you sing a beyonce song? that might help me imagine.” ash breaks out into a fit of giggles, burying his head into kit’s shoulder, far more comfortable now than he should rationally be. “cat-man? isn’t catman a villain? why would i tell a villain anything?”

was it peculiar to agree with a drunken man’s sentiments? the phrase a drunken man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts brightened with neon lights in kit’s head; ash had a point; he wasn’t cinderella, the fairy godmother sucked, the prince was bland and alcohol was far more enticing than succumbing to the cliche of a happily ever after. “i can see that, but i’m pretty sure you had enough.” no, scratch that, “more than enough.” so, kit was going to bring him home.

he steadied ash onto his feet or tried to, at least, and ushered him towards the exit, tugging at ash’s jacket to keep him bundled up. there were too many people stealing curious ganders. kit was starting to pant, suffocated by the idea of getting caught. screw his well-being. ash didn’t deserve more hits to his reputation. the wind bit as kit brought ash outside. fortunately, partially carrying the male meant close proximity and warmth. “because i do. because... even though we’re not close, i consider you as a friend, and everyone needs a shoulder to lean on.” kit had no detailed explanation, but was there a reason to care? it was what he felt; he just cared. not be nosy. not for ulterior motives.

“sing?” kit coughed in surprised, almost succumbing to a brief chortle. that was unforeseen. why was he suddenly nervous? to sing in front of someone as talented as ash (even though he wasn’t all there), kit felt inferior. “all right. if it’ll help. can destiny’s child work because i love them?” kit cleared his throat. was he really going to do this? yes, he was. “i don’t think you’re ready for this jelly, i don’t think you’re ready for this ‘cause my body too bootylicious for yo’, babe. now, tell me if a villain would be able to sing something like that?” in all honesty, kit didn’t mind ash not saying anything; he wanted to give him options. if he wanted to talk, to vent, to rant, kit had open ears, open arms, open heart. no judgement. no scrutiny.

[fmdxkit-blog]

versus.

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdrocket:

“sure,” she says in a sing-song voice, teasing his determination. one corner of her lips lifts up, she smirks, but hides it away from him. she’s afraid he might think that she is enjoying their banter (which she does, actually). this is a serious matter! she’s not going to win if she lets him see her amusement.

“i’ll sleep through your calls,” haeun scoffs. “have you ever talked to anybody who tries calling me at night? everybody keeps saying i slept through every single one of their calls.” haeun cherishes her time of sleep. she’s a night owl, she sleeps very late––but when she does, nothing in the world can wake her up, not even the armageddon.

haeun prepares her fist, feeling determined. she chants with kit and throws out her choice. her trusted rock. “ugh!” she grunts in frustration, retracting her hand and staring at it. her rock failed her. “shit. best of three?” she bargains, pulling the sweetest smile she could muster.

there was no winning with her. kit clenched his jaw, not angry but a sore loser when his empty threats failed to work. really, who would believe him? he shook his expression away until a lopsided smile appeared. “old people do need their sleep,” chided kit, punctuating his humor with a laugh of sorts.

triumph was short lived. the moment of glee was tore from kit before he could experience it. a win was a win but where was the celebration for his victory. “noona, that’s not fair! i won!” he could have stood firmly; he should have but haeun had one of the most infectious smiles. if they weren’t friends, he would have turned her down (not really, that would be impossible). “oh, fine!” groaning in surrender, kit threw his arms in the air.

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdxnana:

Dancing has been a passion of Lipstick’s giant along with singing. Wandering around headquarters wasn’t rare for the beauty. As her schedule has been currently free, other than a photoshoot here and there. Which has gotten Minhee’s mood down, along with her group’s main vocalist not responding to her calls and text messages.

As she walked by the practice rooms she spots a familiar figure in one of them. His back was facing her, as she took note that he was breathing heavily. Quietly she made her way in the room wanting to surprise him. Poking her pointer and middle finger against him making him topple over. “Hey Kit, how’s the weather down there?” She grinned at him, as she enjoyed teasing him. “Did I scare you?” Looking over at the speaker that was playing music. “Dancing now are you? All by yourself?” Taking note that it was Lipstick’s, Hurt Locker. “Now I know why you’re so tired.”

the bright lights from the ceiling surrounded kit, momentarily blinding his eyes of the reality of the situation. was he embarrassed minhee caught him dancing to lipstick? no, never. as a declared fanboy, to be seen was an honor. but he was ashamed of how frightened he was. paranoia was always something that lingered over his shoulders.

kit scrambled to sit up, elbows perched on bent knees as his breathing evened out. “noona, have you not heard of knocking?” though, kit was certain he’d be jolted, anyway. “and yeah... dancing to your songs has always been a hobby of mine. no one has actually seen me do it until today. congrats!” he mustered a crooked smirk, extending a hand out to minhee. “help me, noona? please.”

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdxnana:

“Yes, you are, you’re middle-aged and I’m elderly. No wonder we get along so well.” minhee wasn’t going to let him off the topic so easily, though not caring that much, she just enjoyed the banter that they were having. His wonderful smile was so infectious, she adored it when he smiled. Her warm crescents creasing forming an eyesmile. Height and eye contact was never an issue as she and kit were the same exact height.

“Of course I will help you! I mean, I know I’m already your favorite member. But I want to keep my spot.” Playfully winking at him, they normally act like this towards each other. She adored Charm, but she made it known that Kit was her favorite member. “So, who are you getting a gift for, hmm?” Wiggling her eyebrows; obviously not meaning anything serious behind it. “Found someone special?” I’m playing with you.“ She motioned her hand for them to start walking. "So what are you trying to find? Is there a gift that you already had in mind?”

“if i had a hearing-aid, i would have turned it off to tune you out,” kit expressed flatly, lips forming a tight, straight line. no doubt, he was joking. as if he had the audacity to do such a thing to someone he cherished. not just as a simple-minded fan but as a friend too. he broke out into another grin, playfully rolling his eyes. “yes, you have to try hard. yoonah noona is catching up quickly.” but he loved all of lipstick. wholeheartedly.

“and nooo!” kit was quick to deny, shaking his head an waving his hands. “for my cousin. she’s not anyone special but she deserves a gift for her seventeenth. what do teenage girls like? i’ve never been too good at reading them,” he admitted sincerely. during school, kit inclined more to guys: he had an abundance of male friends, hyungs and dongsaengs but for girls... he wasn’t awkward but aside from his label-mates at BC and mina, he didn’t have vast enough knowledge to buy them gifts. “i have no idea what to get. she seems pretty trendy on her IG.”

[fmdxkit-blog]

fmdsunny:

sunny noticed the glances kit gave her throughout the night but she didn’t act on it. she didn’t want to overthink the eyes he had been giving her. she figured if he had to say something to her he’d approach her first. so when he finally did approach her, she wasn’t surprised. “took you long enough.” she replied with a smirk. she thanked the liquid courage for her nonchalant behavior. “I’m guessing chips, beer, and candy wasn’t exactly a satisfying meal.” she laughed softly against her cup before she finished the rest of her punch. everyone around her was caught up in their own conversations and enjoying themselves. if she slipped out with kit, they wouldn’t even notice. which was perfect because the last thing she wanted was for someone to speculate about them leaving together. “I can go for some mcdonald’s.” she nodded. sunyoung casually slipped away from those around her and headed towards the door. she made sure kit was close enough so they could be out the door in one go.

“oh, no. i was fairly satisfied. maybe i just wanted to spend time with you,” kit laid out, an impish smirk perched on his lips, blending what could be seen as honesty with typical, drunken behavior: slurred language and flirtatious content. either way, hard to read. hard to decipher if he was actually being truthful or teasing. the disillusion was fun, to say the least.

they disappeared without anyone noticing, he prayed and walked down the corridor together towards the elevators, letting sunyoung into the awaiting one first. it was the chivalrous thing to do and maybe kit wanted a second glance at her outfit. “what are you?” he rested his shoulder on one wall, looming close but not too invasive next to her as the elevator car made its descend. kit was blatantly staring and not even trying to be discreet about it either. not once did he think about it before, but sunyoung was really, really cute. and pretty. his breath caught in his throat and he almost fumbled out a klutzy cough but refrained from making a fool of himself. be cool, just for tonight.