#acasiyoon

[acayoungjae-blog]

    DON’T OBJECT TO JOINING BIDULGI’S HOST CLUB DEBATE TEAM, JUST DO IT.

[acapcy-blog]

—challenge accepted(!!). [BT]

@acasiyoon

Chanyeol always thinks of himself as a private person. He only has a few people he trusts with his deepest thoughts and concerns, and most of them are family members. He used to always tell his sister about his problems, but as they grew older, he stopped telling her about his difficulties mainly because she has a new family to take care of. He wouldn’t want to burden her, especially when she’s busy enough with her work and toddler. 

So nowadays he mainly goes to his older cousin if he thinks he has a problem he cannot fix and needing a second opinion or just someone who would listen to him. It’s embarrassing really. He’s already grown so much but most of times he still feel like a kid wanting to catch up to his hyung. No he doesn’t have a brother complex, wtf are you even talking about

[✉ to: big hyung ---> hyung where are you ]

[✉ to: big hyung ---> i got dumped ]

[✉ to: big hyung ---> again. ]

[✉ to: big hyung ---> dont laugh at me >:( ]

[✉ to: big hyung ---> drink with me pls ]

Chanyeol buries his head to his pillow, too numb to feel anything but a small tinge of shame for being so miserable. He clutches to his phone, waiting for it to buzz to indicate any kind of response from the elder male. He hates the feeling of needing somebody else’s support. Maybe he shouldn’t have sent the messenges at all.

[acajeonghan-blog]

I want the K! :*

SPIN THE WHEEL: #5. firm kiss

god is dead. ( @acasiyoon​ )

as if the beet red shade of his face isn’t bad enough (he can literally feel his face on fire), their close proximity is enough for jeonghan to start sweating bullets. usually, he sits across from the handsome teacher’s assistant, but it’s too embarrassing, not to mention probably insulting, if jeonghan takes it upon himself to drag the only available chair to the other side of the desk. anyway, it’s easier to check corrections this way instead of passing the paper back and forth, but the red marks are a complete blur, and so is everything else. he’s staring at a wall of text.

an anxious hand twirls a pen in the air, trying to distract himself from the urge to lean forward or away - either one is a dangerous feat. he wonders if the air conditioner in the office is working. jeonghan wants to shrug off his cardigan, but he can’t bring any other part of his body to move.

the sweet baritone of the other’s voice sends jeonghan into mixed state of calm and panic. on the one hand, his tone is relaxing, but his mere presence - obviously not. it’s beyond him why his senses are heightened around the older male, flinching when siyoon so much as moves in his general direction. move - not look - because jeonghan, as much as possible, avoids his beautiful brown eyes, keeps himself from looking up and away from the laptop or paper presented before him. every nerve in his body aches to inch away, but also closer. 

he’s supposed to be here so he can pass philosophy. how, pray fucking tell, can he do exactly that when his mind wanders away away away to thoughts of anything but.

why the is this guy so fucking distracting?

god is dead, screams nietzsche.

aforementioned philosopher challenged existing moral values, and such is the case: jeonghan’s moral values are definitely challenged at this point. however, in relation, there’s really no right way to live, nietzsche also said - or some shit like that. unless it was someone else, because jeonghan barely recognizes his own voice, and is just pulling answers out of his ass. his usual cadence turns to measured breathless utterances.

sapiosexuality shouldn’t be an actual thing.

oh my fucking god. he swallows thickly, shoves the words clawing at his throat back into the pit of his stomach. the twirling pen comes to a halt. stop talking. shut the fuck up.

the pen clatters against the desk, rolling onto the floor, when jeonghan’s hands find themselves into the collar of siyoon’s button-up. you smug bastard, he wants to say, but instead pulls the other against himself to press their lips together, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. there’s no fucking way he can look at siyoon ever again once he pulls away, but there’s no other way to shut him the fuck up without having to say a word.

( there are really so many other ways. )

give me a fucking minute.

once jeonghan does pull back, he meets the other’s stunned expression with a scowl. huffing, pale cheeks tinted with an undiscovered shade of vivid pink, he picks up the pen from the floor, and refocuses - tries to - on the paper. “what–” he starts, voice cracking. he clears his throat.

god, he’s wanted to do that forever.

“what were you saying again?”

( maybe god isn’t dead. )

[peaachjam-blog]

gourmet bribes゛

「 @acasiyoon 」

they meet twice in the building -- once in the entrance when jinyoung mistakenly takes his presence as a taunting blow to his ego. his voice escalates until he yells, storms away a minute later. their second dialogue consists of small chatter, questions that jinyoung asks without much interest for the answers; what he's searching for is what button he presses on the elevator, which direction he walks on the floor. these are small details that come into play later.

because, if he's anything like his peers, it only takes a few dishes of food to have his way; for them to repay him in favors and completed piles of homework.

the scales are much higher this time, but the proximity to the morally wrong excites jinyoung; for once he feels like he's leading a movie -- each ingredient is a cut scene, each expression is plastered in a hypothetical montage. when he steps out of his apartment, hands busied with a large platter of food, he hopes they use dance music as his soundtrack.

then he corners siyoon on his floor, waits until he emerges from the end of the hallway to paint a feigned smile on his lips.

"hey -- i can't believe i'm running into you. i was just walking around because i made too much food and i'm here wondering, 'who do i know that works too hard?' wasn't thinking of you, but sometimes coincidences are meant to happen --

"which reminds me of the essay i turned in, like, two days ago. about coincidences and synchronicity. i don't mean to brag but that's one of my best."

he pauses to present the food forward, bends his head; it looks too much like a tribute to a higher being. the imbalance of power is lost on him, though, since he continues to ramble. he nods his head to gesture the food. "i hope you can see the quality. maybe you'll think better on an empty stomach? maybe you'll think twice?"

[acahyeri-blog]

➺♕ for approval ! sy ❣ hr ↺

[ a royal decree for : @acasiyoon​ ]

↺ it’s a habit of hers; being this excited over the university’s extracurriculars fair. hyeri adores the feeling of superiority, and the annual fair is just a grandiose excuse to showcase that her beloved debate team towers over the rest, both in achievements and in prestige. weeks before the actual event, the devoted president has already finished conceptualizing all the needed plans, her superpowered brain overflowing with the most extravagant of ideas for their booth. 

it’s not a competition, hyeri! her team mates attempt to tell her.

nonsense! she retaliates.  everything is a competition! it’s go big or go home!

cue the collective groaning from the rest of the debate varsity; they really didn’t have a choice once hyeri’s set on something. jaebum does have a point—the team is an absolute monarchy. 

she’s proud of herself, though. about ten pages of her moleskine planner is filled to its acid-free edges with notes and diagrams and designs, meticulous notes and reminders carefully penned in her pristine penmanship. ever the perfectionist, hyeri even computerized the entire thing, the detailed presentation duplicated, printed, and safely stashed inside a pink legal envelope. 

all she really needs to do is get approval from their advisor, because god knows that their supervisor would rather sleep in the teacher’s lounge than actually do any sort of supervising. luckily, this advisor of theirs is also her dear senior from the law school’s buddy program, and hyeri knows that it would be a piece of cake to get him to approve her proposals. after all, he is one of the few people who could closely match her incredible cognitive wavelength. 

speaking of cake, she wants a slice of strawberry mousse. café meeting it is, then. 

[ ✉️ sunbae ] sunbae! are you free now? i’m at this café near the university! [ ✉️ sunbae ] hyeri_with_strawberrycake.png (delicious) [ ✉️ sunbae ] is your day brighter yet? anyway, i need ur input for the fair!