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( ☆ ) feelings and/or relationships’ kisses: dear/kindness/satisfaction, adoration, love, treasuring, affection/adoration.
status: accepting!
“yah, get your ass in here.”
“who’s that ‘yah’ you’re talking to, you brat?”
“yah, stop nagging already and come here. i have something for you.” a lingering pause. “if you don’t want, i’ll just keep it to myself.”
“no, wait you-- i’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
seungwan is still grumbling by the time her phone goes back in her pocket, beyond shocked she still manages to have a friendship with someone so--so like her. she was nothing but eight days older than him -- something both liked to remind each other from time to time -- and both were extremely stubborn and bossy; if they weren’t trying to fix something someone was doing, they’d be fixing something one another had done.
“are you going to eat with your boyfriend again?” a colleague asks between giggles, and seungwan’s whole face scrunches up in disgust at the mere thought of a relationship of sorts with yoongi. yoongi, of all people. “gross.” she shudders and shakes her head, picking up her bag and hurrying to make up to her own set deadline.
the storyteller is not always fond of meeting yoongi at his house, if she was to be honest. her stomach would always flip at the sight (and, more than occasionally smell) of the polluted ocean, yet her mind would make her return to days of sun and sand, when she’s put on sunscreen on her siblings religiously and have fun by catching weird animals by the shore and taking care of them until father would step on them. but yoongi’s place is still not all bad: he kept it tidy, more than often had leftover food, and his bed was quite soft when you’re tired, sleepy and looking for a warm body to tangle with.
she clears her throat before knocking on the door, only to hear a scream of “it’s open” from her friend. “yah, what if i was going to steal you and kill you in your sleep?” the female tells him when she finds him by the kitchen, fighting with some pots by the dishwasher. “as if. i’m not even asleep.” he snorts and she purses her lips, walking over to him and sticking her face in front of what he was so concentrated on: a stain of something that looked like grease and burn. yoongi blinks as if this was normal -- might as well be by now, actually -- and she presses her pouty lips against his eyelids when he has them closed for a little too long.
“so, where’s it?” seungwan questions, hands behind her back as if she was just a small polite child waiting for a present--which, in a way, she was. it had been the main reason she had come here, and yoongi takes not much longer to break their distance and to reach on the fridge, pulling out a colorful package that she knew well enough to let out a squeal immediately, hands taking the pizza and pressing it to her chest quickly. “you bought it for me?” her voice lingers happily on the last word as she cradles the pizza close, only easing the grip when the male shrugs, so she can laugh at it.
it doesn’t take much longer for the package and the plastic to be ripped in pieces, only raw dough and flour, cheese and meat; yoongi has also gotten tomato sauce and he is the one to open it, making seungwan roll her eyes and run a hand filled with flour on his already pale face. by the time they are done making their own pizza, all the male wants is to lie down on his couch and take a nap, to which she opposes, following him around with a wet cloth.
“i’ll eat it all if you sleep without me!” she barks, catching him by the back of his neck to keep him still enough so she is able to wipe off the flour. yoongi moans out some complaint, but remains awake nevertheless to remove a olive out of his friend’s hair and some of the sauce he might have accidently spilled on the light brown mane, surprisingly receiving only a peck on his nose in return.
yoongi is the one to take the pizza out of the oven, careful to not burn himself and his puppy for a friend follows him closely, trying to watch over his shoulder and whining about how starving she is in a manner that would have been cringe worthy if it wasn’t so cute. “the first slice goes to my best mate, my old husband, piece of gum and spoiled rice cakes min yoongi!” seungwan announces with claps, as if it wasn’t just the two of them in the kitchen eating over a counter. “eat well, fetus~” she playfully continues in a coo, scooping in to press multiple kisses on his face, only to pull back in slight disgust to wipe her lips against his sweater as she feels his breath and the sticky mix of sweat and flour on his forehead.