#acasehun

[acania-blog1]

I WANT THE K

✕ i want the k—11; collarbone kiss.( not accepting ).

she’d long since stopped crying, her soft sobs subsiding the moment his lips pressed onto hers with a nayeon softness she almost couldn’t register. it wasn’t a surprise things escalated the way they did, his hands so gentle but wild, running over her and holding her as if she were a priceless artifact. can still feel the soft chafe of dried tears on her cheeks, tracks faint against skin so pale but bursting with heat. everything is warm, hot— his arms wrapped so securely around her frail form as if he was scared she’d disappear right from under his fingertips.

in truth, she feared the opposite.

it was all too good to be true, him being here, with her like this, body pressed against hers and lips to her forehead as a reassurance that he was being truthful. he loved her. there was no need for him to say it out loud, not when his eyes bled more emotion than he’d ever shown in front of her before. she still couldn’t believe it, and deep down, as part of her almost didn’t want to believe it ( not when this was too good, too much of a miracle for her to think it was real ). never had she thought, despite how much she wished, that he’d feel something for her other than friendship.

her fingers dance gently over the skin of his shoulder, head tucked securely under his chin, and she nuzzles closer than before. it’s almost too addicting, his scent flooding her system, taking over everything.

she loved him, she really did, and nothing would change that now.

“sehun..” she says his name, muffled softly by his chest, part of her lips pressed to it in her relaxed state. she’s almost afraid to ask him— what if he was just taking pity on a hurting friend? was it all a game, taking her for a ride she’d heard other girls had gotten tickets to? it wracked her mind, and she could feel herself curling further into him for some sort of reality. “did you…do you really mean this?”

she takes a deep breath and slowly, she lifts herself some, but only enough so her head and a top portion of her chest are separate from him ( the rest, she makes sure, is still encased in his embrace ). she slow, tentative with her movements, her lips pressed to his collarbone, one after another as she works herself up until she meets the plush of his lips, swollen just as badly as her own.

“i love you,” she says, her voice only a little stronger and louder, and suddenly she can hear her heartbeat ringing in her ears. she doesn’t wait for a reply, quickly pulling him into another embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck— she can’t find the courage to look him in the eyes, not when he could still reject her.

she lets out a shaky sigh, savoring what could be the last of her happiness with him. if it all ended here, at least she’d be free of her locked up feelings, knowing she’d finally confessed the truths of her heart to him. as long as he knew. “….i have for some time.” it’s only a whisper, and her eyes close in anticipation.

fate was mysterious, but nayeon could only hope it was in her favor.

[acayug-blog]

➳ awkward partners.

@acasehun

        if there was anything that yugyeom hated was assigned partner projects. he was fine with partner projects in general, but not if the teacher chooses who he works with. if the teacher chooses, usually the people who are least likely to pair up are paired up. usually the teacher would put slackers and hard workers together, but the majority of the current class didn’t seem to have many slackers. which, in reality, was good because he wouldn’t be paired up with someone who would make him do all the work. 

     hearing the teacher call his name, he sat in anticipation as to who his partner would be. hearing the name ‘sehun’ made him look around the room to see if anyone reacted to it. yugyeom wasn’t exactly social in the class, and he didn’t know many of his classmate’s names except for the ones that participated all the time because the teacher called their name a multiple amount of times. he knew the name sehun, but hadn’t really bothered to look as to who the name owner was. 

    when he heard the teacher tell everyone to go into their groups, he waited until everyone put their desks together to find what his partner looked like. when he finally spotted his partner, yugyeom pushed a desk towards him, sitting in the seat, giving a slight nod to the person.

[acaxgyu]

practicality  ━

@acasehun

stress had a way of making mingyu do a number of things. this time around, his mother had brought up that he find a part time job. of course, it was for his benefit, seeing as art wasn’t exactly the path one would like to take if they wanted to be rich. he knew that she was just looking out for him like a mother should, but for some reason felt hurt by how she had phrased it. still, he was an obedient child. while his pride will not let him admit the truth immediately, she was right. so he filled up his cv and submitted it to a number of restaurants and shops that might need him. and after a saturday filled with going around the city doing that, he had been letting out one sigh after the other. “i’m sorry, man. i’m just stressed,” he said for the umpteenth time that day to sehun, looking at his friend with an apologetic smile. “i think i reached my limit for the rest of the week. don’t think i’m the most fun to be around today.” 

[acaminkyung-blog]

if you got pregnant tomorrow, how would it affect your life and what would you do about it?

“it’d affect my life big time, definitely.” she starts. “i’m carrying another human being, for crying out loud! who knows if the kid is the next einstein or the next president of korea?” she stretches her arms as if to emphasize the possibility. “i wouldn’t give it up, that’s for sure. despite all those problems. i’m not alone. i mean—my parents would help. and i just really can’t find it in me to abandon a life.”