#acaxchungha

[acania-blog1]

i want the k!

✕ i want the k—14; kiss along the hips. ( not accepting ).

it wasn’t odd to find nayeon cuddled around any one of her friends, she was a particularly affectionate person, everyone who talked to her was aware of that ( just ask taemin, or jisoo, or sehun— ask anyone, and they’d attest to this fact ). so, nayeon cuddled up to chungha as they watched a movie on the other girl’s dorm was absolutely a normal thing. while spring wasn’t very cold, it wasn’t too hot either, and that day was breezy, a window open and causing the two to come closer under the fluffy duvet nayeon had brought from her own room.

the pink haired girl found herself laying on the shorter, her head snuggled comfortably against the others side. she’s incredibly warm, her blanket wrapped tightly around her body, and she can feel her eyes beginning to droop from a sudden drowsiness when a hesitant tug is felt, a rush of cool air infiltrating her cover and sending a slight shiver down her side.

“why would you-” she gives out a whine, eyes and head tilting up to stare at the other. she pouts, taking hold of the fabric around her tighter. “noooooooo, don’t do that.”

of course, it’s all fun, and she’d share a blanket with chungha any day, but she wouldn’t give it up that easily.

she can feel herself beginning to laugh, a pout sitting on chungha’s lips at her response, and she smiles wide. there’s a small section of exposed skin around the other hip, her sweater pushing up slowly as they’d watched the movie, and nayeon gives it a quick peck, her lips plush and warm against the soft skin.

“i’m only kidding,” she breaths out, unwrapping herself before engulfing the other in a hug, the duvet surrounding the both of them. she opts for settling her head on the other’s shoulder, head tucked into the crook of her neck, and all too soon the warmth and buzzing from the movie makes her eyes sleepy all over again.

[acaxjihoon-blog]

i want the k! :<

Kiss meme - accepting!

6. Gentle peck // canon

10 years ago

As a child, Jihoon was always to sick.  Too sickly to be running around, too sickly to be going to School, too sickly, too sickly, too sickly.  So he relished in the time where he wasn’t too sickly.  Where he could get out of bed, where his friends are allowed to visit, where he’s allowed to be a child. 

Today, it was only Chungha that came to visit. Eleven-year-old Chungha whose hair is always in a ponytail. Eleven-year-old Chungha with her baggy shorts and shirt one size too big for her. Chungha who always plays with Finnian as if he weren’t sick to begin with. An eleven-year-old Chungha whom Jihoon had developed an early crush on.

The two children sat a few feet away from the bed of flowers they’ve plucked an array of flowers from (with the help of the Lee estate’s gardener), talking about this and that, Chungha talking about her friends at School, and Jihoon talking about the stray cat he found while on his way to visit his Father at his work place.

“Chungha noona, yesterday, y’know, when I went to visit appa at work, they were having a party!” A seven-year-old Jihoon exclaims excitedly, momentarily forgetting about the half finished crown on his lap to spread his arms as far and wide as he could, “Appa said it wasn’t a birthday party though, and I asked what kind of party it was, and y’know what he said?” He pauses, grin wide and eyes shining with childish innocence, “he said it was an egne… engange… engagement party!” He giggled afterwards, resuming in braiding the pieces of flowers together in a clumsy manner whilst he continued to babble about what an engagement party and what happened afterwards.

While the older of the two children could only listen with one ear, too concentrated on making her own flower crown, Jihoon had already finished his. The braids of the crown were a little too loose, and there were more leaves than flowers, but he was proud of his work and hopefully, Chungha would like it either way.

“Noona, noona! This is for you!” He held out the flower crown and with her permission, placed it atop her head, and seven-year-old Jihoon had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. “This is my engagement ring for you! When I’m all grown up, I’ll marry you, okay?” He was bashful when he said it, a blush on his chubby cheeks and he scoots closer, leans in, and presses a chaste and gentle kiss to her cheek,

“so I gotta grow up quickly, then we can have a happy ever after, okay?”

[acajeonghan-blog]

i want the k

SPIN THE WHEEL: #6. gentle peck.

this isn’t weird, right? ( @acaxchungha​ )

she knows.

and jeonghan knows that she knows. chungha should know that he knows, too.

a decade (more, even) should be enough to tell. sometimes jeonghan wonders if genetics has anything to do with falling off the gay tree. it’s usually compared to russian roulette - one in every five cousins, or something like that. in this case, however, someone obviously forgot to replace the actual bullets in the cartridge with blanks. jeonghan prays his younger brother should at least be bisexual because jeonghan already put his money on his older sister being in love with her best friend.

a tale as old as time.

similarly, chungha’s probably been side-eyeing jeonghan and mingyu since they were ten anyway, and is just too polite to say anything. which, really, is just as well since jeonghan hasn’t said anything about the way she looks at girls either, aka how jeonghan doesn’t. but he wants to believe that the attraction part in brains can be reprogrammed without having to get his ass dragged to jesus camp to pray the gay away.

(plot twist: it can’t, regardless.)

but his dad is going to kick his ass if he ends up with a man, regardless if it’s mingyu or not. so, while finny is out doing god knows what at this point, jeonghan waits at the apartment he shares with chungha. they’re sitting on the couch - more like, jeonghan’s taken over most of the couch, lying down with his head on the armrest. “have you ever kissed a guy?” he asks, purely out of genuine curiosity. “like ever?” i’ve kissed girls, he wants to add. i didn’t really like it.

before she can elicit any sort of response, jeonghan pushes himself up into a sitting position, tucking his legs beneath him as he shifts closer to his friend sitting at the other end of the couch. he narrows his eyes at her, elects to ignore the way she’s looking at him, as if he’s probably gone off the wire. well, she’s not wrong. “come on, let’s try it.” there’s a toothy grin that makes its way to his lips. “just once. to see if there are sparks.” heterosexual sparks.

stupid as fuck, but it’s worth a shot. it didn’t work for hyeri, but jeonghan blames it on the fact that, while intelligent, his borderline sapiosexual ass still thinks his fake girlfriend is generally annoying as fuck. he reaches out, squishes her cheeks together so her lips form a pout. finally, after studying how hilarious she looks like this, his hold on her face loosens and he leans in, pressing their lips together. it lasts only a few seconds. nothing beyond having their lips stagnant against each other.

once jeonghan pulls away, he brushes stray hair away from her face before his eyebrows furrow, gaze shifting to the side in contemplation. “that wasn’t weird, right?” then, a quick afterthought.

“don’t tell mingyu.”