#acaxhani

[acaseungjun-blog]

'I want the k'

✰ kiss meme ; ❪ 15 / kiss in the rain ❫ › accepting !

it had been a long day, but it wasn’t over yet because wooseok still needed to add the finish touches to a comic strip draft he had been working on. he isn’t sure he likes the style he's drawing in though, and it shows in his furrowed eyebrows as his pencil sketched across paper. he sighs and sets his art stuff down. he needs someone else’s opinion before he just decides to toss it altogether – something he did out of impulsion way too often. he decides to call up hani, and agrees to meet her out at a nearby cafe where they could help each other with their projects.

he finds a spot in the back of the cafe and settles in comfortably. he brought his sketchbook as well as his computer in case he decided to work on it digitally. he didn’t have to wait for long before hani came in, looking very cute in her casual sweater and jeans. both greet each other and order something to drink. after a few minutes of chatting they settle into their work. wooseok asks hani questions about his sketches and her advice is really solid, and helps him clear his mind about what to do for it.

they’ve only hung out a handful of times before, but wooseok seems to understand why jisoo likes her so much. she was easy to talk to, and wooseok finds her company pleasant. he compliments her art profusely. he really loves the way she draws. “wah... unnie... i wish i had the talent that you do.” and she only smiles, shoving his shoulder playfully.

after a few hours wooseok notices that the sun is starting to go down and he nudges hani gently. “we should probably start heading out. the cafe is gonna close soon.” hani nods and they both begin gathering their materials. he walks shoulders his backpack as they walk outside, only to be almost immediately drenched by the pouring rain that greets them. wooseok lets out a small cry when the cold water splashes against him. he looks down at hani, “thank you for meeting up with me! text me when you get home safe okay?” he quickly gives her a peck on the cheek, “bye!” he gives a small wave before beginning to quickly jog back home, praying his computer is safe in his backpack.

[captkorea-blog]

( while we work  ━ hani.

@acaxhani

now, jaebum didn’t spend much time in the penthouse during the weekdays - being busy with work and classes, most of his time in the penthouse was him falling asleep in his bed without bothering to change out of his uniform. so when jaebum had a rare day off ( the resturant was to be closed due to the owner’s wife giving birth ) he was a bit shocked to see the state of the living area and kitchen. was there a party last night ? jaebum could only hope that was what caused the piles of trash and less than fresh dishes scattered around the shared area. yes, this must be the result of a party, otherwise this didn’t make sense.

and as he observed the trainwreck in the living room, jaebum decided he should probably clean up the shared space.

therefore, he quickly made his way upstairs to where hani’s room was. knocking on his roommate’s door, he knew that hani would be either still sleeping in and there was a chance he might of been scolded for waking up this early. but jaebum did feel a bit bad if he had left the mess in the living room without even trying to clean it up.

“hani-ah, come on we got chores to do.”

[peaachjam-blog]

yes sir, i can boogie゛

「 @acaxhani 」

two drinks in and he's an expert on love and men and the flimsy connections between people; with a glance he eliminates half of the room -- quotes their choice of side as barbaric, as though where they choose to linger reflects poorly on their judgement. then, one by one, he starts picking them off:  one man is too tall, another wears too many bright colors, and one in particular drinks too much and too quickly, a potential for disaster.

he props his fingers up into a skewed square; one eye's closed for focus, one open; his lips are pouted while he scans the area with his makeshift camera lens.

"you want a man that's aggressive enough to know what he wants, but soft enough to ask for permission at each stage. it's like, the best of both worlds. 'cause you want to get turned on and feel wanted but you don't wanna feel like you have no say in the matter."

time after time, he lectures her, crafts his own lessons from faded stories and drunken nights, though given their failures he comes to think that his wisdom falls on deaf ears. as pretty as hani is, no man ever sticks; no man ever clicks; and this night is a final attempt at breaking her curse before he resorts to other measures -- like riskier blind dates or exorcisms.

"and, like, you want them to be cute but not too cute. 'cause then they're full of themselves and they'll make you feel jealous. but if they have their ugly moments, it builds their character," his hands lose their posture -- one falls at his side, another takes his drink; his eyes return to glaze over hani. as always, thanks to his styling, she brightens up the space with gentle and genuine grace. a tug finds his heart, a small fracture in his chest -- tastes like pride, softens like love, but before he can tear up he takes another sip and continues. "good thing is you're so pretty that you have these choices."

[acaxbaek-blog]

art smhart.

@acaxhani

baekhyun hates printmaking- no, he loathes it. how can someone put a bunch of sleep-deprived students into one room with sharp tools, asking them to engrave detailed patterns and marks without any blood shed? like him, for example. how many times has he cut himself on the metal plates now? he wasn’t even counting, too busy cursing at the pain brought by the small cuts on his fingers. at least none of them are bleeding-

“fuck!” a sharp pain course through the side of his index finger, and only then he realized that he had stabbed himself with the engraving knife from doing things on autopilot. baekhyun let out a little hiss, dropping the tools and bringing his wounded fingers under the table lamp to examine it. shit... this one looks pretty deep.

biting his lips, the pink-haired male turns his attention to the student sitting next to him. “hey, any bandage or something like that? stabbed myself with the knife.”