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[acania-blog1]

I want the K

✕ i want the k—1; hot, steamy kiss. ( not accepting ).

she’d never expected this to take such a turn, but maybe it was inevitable for them ( predictable ).

it wasn’t really bad, just odd, feeling his hands traveling over places they;d otherwise never touch— his hold was gentle, thoughtful despite the ferocity his lips moved against hers with, and nayeon can’t help but wonder: had he thought of this before? they were friends, childhood companions for many years, and the pink haired girl would be lying if she said she hadn’t heard from a number of people how good they would look together once they started getting older.

she could see the looks of potential her parents would give during parties, seeing their daughter with the son of a couple they trusted completely. they had already given their approval to the possibility of a relationship before the thought even sprouted in her mind.

her hold on him tightens slightly, drapped around his neck to mirror the ones holding her waist, drifting towards her hips— she can taste the gentle buzz of liquor in his lips from the night, a social gathering where they’d both been bored in thier stumbling drunken haze, breaking from the adults in hopes of finding some quiet elsewhere. they’d been laughing, joking about this and that, but she’d stumbled, fallen, and he was there to catch her. that’s all it had taken, and though her heart didn’t swoon, the pull was strong.

she could only hope this wouldn’t change anything when the booze wore off.

[acataemin-blog]

party monsters ‘ .

saturday night had become taemin’s regular night where he would hit the town and have a good time (god only knew that he needed it). however by now it had become somewhat of a weekly tradition for him.

after all, doing chemistry as a major was bound to take its toll on him academically wise. so going out clubbing and drinking and partying was the only way that he could escape the woes of his subject and actually have some fun for once. not that he didn’t have any fun anyway, everyone knew (whether he wanted them to or not) that wasn’t the case whatsoever. 

usually he’d already be at the club by now, drink in one hand and some way too drunk to even stand toy latched onto his other arm. or he’d be dancing to his hearts content, his usual band of friends surrounding him. however this time he was running late (too late to even call it fashionable). he blames his chemistry teacher for keeping him back and explaining some dumb thing that taemin really, really, could care less about.

once he finally does reach the club, waltzing in past the bouncers because a. they knew him all to well, and b. he had enough money to sue not only them but the club as well (his parents wouldn’t be too pleased about that though) he relaxes a little. letting the loud thumping of the bass from the music blaring out to consume his body, feeling each vibration as he did before his eyes searched the club to find a certain someone. 

when his eyes finally do fall upon the other male, his feet cant help but quicken. pushing through the crowd of tangled bodies to get to his destination - the vip area.

“you look like your gunna keel over and die from boredom” he calls out, arm snaking its way around the others neck. his all too familiar cheshire grin plastered onto his lips. “its almost amusing seeing you here all sad and lost like a little lamb” fingers snatching the drink out of wonho’s hand and downing it all himself. he needed to play catch up after all, plus the other was rich enough to buy more. pulling the others body into him more, he whispers into his ear “dont worry, im more then happy to change that for you ” 

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