#:loverboy

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[coquetloverboy]

[coquetloverboy]

My lover and my crush are so precious to me

I would do anything to protect them

I would do anything to keep them safe

My lover and my crush are the best things in my life

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“Come on, dance with me.”

➤ kirnjongins:

“Come on, dance with me.” 

Lips parting, second choice was to agree to this in order to keep his mouth shut for a good five minutes. First decision, deny it in general. ❝Jong’, no. I’m not a dancer.❞ Another childish whine rumbles out of her throat, reaching over to give light punches on his chest with a loose petite palm. He’s probably going to burst into laughter, crack a toothy grin at her too while he’s at it. And honestly, Hana has a strong feeling the older won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

Silly request coming from someone who actually had a passion for dancing. Herself, despite her strong liking for music she wasn’t the best dancer. Keeping up with the tempo but she prefers watching others move gracefully to the music. And to Hana, dancing around in her room with a long shirt and using her comb as a makeshift microphone during day offs didn’t count either. 

❝Do I have to-- I mean...❞ She lost her excuses, uncertain of what to say at that point. Rarely feeling embarrassment, there’s no hint of color on her cheeks. Eyes averting Jongin’s direction in order to look elsewhere, anywhere but his own pair. How did she end up in this situation? Right -- played a song on the speaks in her living room, turned up the volume a little higher and here they are. He’s trying to pull her in to dance and she’s attempting to take three steps back. Furthering the distance in attempt to sit back down on the couch. 

❝If I say 'yes' -- you better not ask me to dance with you. Ever.❞

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“That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore.”

➤ kirnjongins:

“That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore.” 

There was an enjoyment of teasing the older male from time to time. Not that she was purposely trying to make him angry, it’s the last emotion she would see or even think about. Since he did understand her a lot better than most people who encountered her at first sight or even carried conversations during the process of building relationships. Hana doesn’t try to be suggestive either, simply playing her arm over his shoulders. Even though it was a challenge in the beginning due the large height difference. And despite them sitting on the couch besides each other, her arm was petite compared to his well toned arms. Nevertheless, she managed well by scooting closer to him.

Physical contact was never bothersome, she doesn’t grow bashful when people touch her either. There’s always a comfortable feeling when being with Jongin, one she finds enjoyable. Silently, her mind wanders off when he’s skimming through channels when he has the remote in hand. To him, there were times where he has a difficult time trying to retrace what lingers within her mind. Hana isn’t difficult to understand and she doesn’t make it harder for anyone either but she tends to carry a mysterious aura naturally. Her lips tug the slightest bit, on the right corner. Appearing to be a faint smirk that the other must have noticed by how he points it out, catching her attention immediately. ❝You think? Hm?❞

It’s still there, most likely bothering the latter by now. 

Hana’s pressing her lithe fingers against his arm, drumming along the expanse of the flesh that was showing. Carrying a tune that wavers in her thoughts and the moment her head tilts up to meet eye to eye with him. ❝If ya’ want we can play a little guessin’ game on what’s on my mind and maybe then I won’t smirk anymore, tch.❞She said. Lifting a hand up in order to block his vision from noticing that tiny smirk along her visage. That counts as helping, at least to her.

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[text]: I’m sick.

➤ kirnjongins:

[text]: I’m sick.

[ ✉ ➝ charming idiot ] Jong' please we're not going to play nurse and patient. Sorry to break it to you. 

{ &; there's a small snicker emitting out that was concealed with a loose fist when she was replying back to the older male. knowing that it was a simple but it was enough for her to receive some decent ( hopefully, amusing ) reaction as well. hana's thinking about it, shoulders rolling back in discomfort at the thought of the latter actually being ill. causing her to fetch her phone once again when it was placed down on her lap seconds ago. fingers swiping along the keyboard to send a rushed message. }

[ ✉ ➝ charming idiot ] ... Okay but wait are you really sick? Does this mean I have to drop by to visit you because I'm lazy.

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- 8. "I'm here for my daily hugs and kisses."

➤sehvno.

"I'm here for my daily hugs and kisses.”

She doesn’t wait for anyone in particular, having high expectations for their arrival every single day. Though she’ll expect company once in a while when receiving messages the last minute without her having to rush around the place to pick up article of clothing to toss aimlessly into the bin inside of her closet. There’s a tiny knock on the door that grasped a hold of Sungkyung’s attention, palms pressing against the thighs in order to push herself off the seat to walk over the front in order to answer it.

❝Yeah?❞ It’s not a usual cheery type of greeting, but she smiles for a brief moment. Palm pressing against the door frame to apply her weight quickly on one foot, eying the taller male momentarily until she shifts around in order to invite him in more properly. Not wanting to be the reason why he gains a cold last minute or a bad fever since the temperature was dropping when the season was changing as well.

Closing the door when he walks inside, shrugging his jacket off broad shoulders until they slide off entirely from the upper half of his body. Placing it on the top of her couch, head inclining the slightest bit until Sungkyung gets a clear perspective of the older’s side profile. Lips twitching to form a teasing grin along his lips before speaking. ❝I’m here for my daily hugs and kisses.❞

To her it’s embarrassing. Because it sounds like he’s expecting some sort of affection coming from her when she isn’t really one to be quite adoring with someone. It would mostly be rather intimate, somewhere along the lines of muffled sounds and bodies flushed upon each other behind closed doors. She’s walking towards his direction, fingers carelessly tapping on the surface of her right arm with lithe fingers. Gazes meeting silently and there’s a small evidence of despair at the comment. ❝Really? You really think I’d give that shit to you?❞

Sehun’s eyes wandered off, it doesn’t take him too long to look down at her once more. An arm was lifted up, placing it on her dainty shoulders before he lures her in better when the spaces between their bodies was removed. ❝Yeah. Since I visited you and all.❞ He knows the both of them has no discomfort or hesitations in doing so, with her being rather straight forward most of the time as well; he isn’t expecting her to be that shy around him or anyone in particular.

Sungkyung’s still hesitating, her nose slightly wrinkling up and her chin presses into the center of his chest. Head tilted backwards until her light tresses cascade down the center of her back. Pinching his chin in between her thumb and index finger, inching forward until her lips lightly brushes upon the pair of his own. Softly and steadily which was the complete opposite of what she usually gives him, it isn’t a rough nature nor was it rushed either. Though when she pulls away from his taller frame, a hand replaced the area where her chin was, attempting to break free from his grasp.

❝There. Now let go so I can eat my damn lunch already.❞

And he still manages to trap her smaller frame against his, shrugging off her comment by protesting to it without responding back to her verbally. He merely smiles to himself, letting her guide the way to the kitchen without him pulling away so easily. Since it’s not every day he manages to catch the sight of her being a little childish and noticing a small pout on her lips either.

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┼

➤jimzn.

Send me ┼ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on your muse.+ 19. Asleep.

There’s no denying the slight attachment she’s beginning to mold with people. Those who tend to treat her like she meant something more than temporary or some quick one night stand that was a regret during the early morning. Sungkyung wouldn’t admit it, whether or not it’s obvious by the way she acts around someone. Therefore, when time was on her side by how available she is after a couple of hours of working side by side with her boss. She swings a scarf loosely around her neck before heading out of the door once again in order to meet up with another.

Sungkyung always had a tendency to inform the latter to keep the door unlock so she wouldn’t have to wait outside by the front door, shivering with her cheeks displaying a soft shade of rose. When noticing the exact door to his residence, barely letting her knuckles greet the door to inform him that she was here. Stepping in as if she was home, toeing off her shoes to push it to the corner with her hand hiding behind the center of her back in order to lock the door securely.

❝Lover boy.❞ The nickname casually slides right out. No response was given. Momentarily the assumption of him disappearing without a word given to her crossed her thoughts, phone ending up on the palm of her hand to recheck her messages. There was a few given but none from him so she ends up walking down the hallway in order to reach the destination of his room in order to step inside. Giving the knob a firm twist before opening, sliding her frame into the comforts of where he usually is when she visits.

And she sees Jimin. Right there on the side of his mattress, arm dangling off absentmindedly and his bare back exposed despite the comforts messily scattered onto the bed. ❝Such an ass, always asleep.❞ Murmuring softly with her scarf carelessly tossed onto the chair inside his room, coat unbuttoned and falling right off her dainty shoulders to place it where the other article of cotton is. Approaching him with palms wrapped into the warmth of the sheets, tugging it off without caring too much about his reaction; if he was going to give her one.

❝You tell me visit and your lazy ass falls asleep, smooth you are.❞ Sungkyung continues on, speaking at her regular tone in attempt to purposely wake him up from the deep slumber he’s too engrossed in. Slowly with careful movements, knees sinking onto his sides before inching in to press her chest against his back, sheets covering their bodies this time with her lazy gaze focused on his face. ❝Jimin.❞ And it isn’t too often she calls him by his name. Giving into it by pressing her face into his shoulder, lips parting to place a playful bite into the skin before murmuring a quick goodnight upon it, eyes fluttering closed in order to rest with him.