#byullie

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[byulbeingbyul-blog]

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Byul has blue hair...

byul has blue hair...

[byulbeingbyul-blog]

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[MAMAMOO moonsun]

•group: MAMAMOO• •pairing: moonsun• •title: haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate• •word count: hushidk• •fluff/humor• _______ in which yongsun & byullie handle homophobes very well indeed. ________ it is a beautiful, glowy summer's morning. with the sunshine poured all over the city, it's hard to be bad humored. "what shall i wear today?" yongsun mutters, more to herself than to her girlfriend sitting on the other side of the bed. byul doesn't really reply, besides a grumble. she's just woken up, so please don't mind her. yongsun decides on a yellow and black striped dress with black converse and when she turns round she sees the other girl hasn't moved. "byullie~" she sing-songs softly, crawling towards her over the bed. there's no reply for some time... "good morning" byul looks at her and can't help but crack a smile at seeing her appear from underneath her own arm. "idiot" she adds, before bowing and pecking the tip of her nose. After they're both dressed and fed, they step outside of their building and into broad daylight. "i want flowers" byul looked at her girlfriend. "shall we go buy some, then?" together they stroll over the streets, shimmering of sunlight reflected in rain puddles. yongsun grabs byul's hand and looks down at their hands fitting perfectly into each other. "ooohh shall we get tea over there!" yongsun cries out excitedly when she sees a little café with cat ears painted on the front window. "let's" byul replies, smiling, and they enter the small place. byul goes to the counter to get their order and yongsun sits down at a table in the corner of the little café. on her way to the table she sees a guy from about her age look at her as she passes his table. after she sits down, the guy /turns around/ in his chair and looks at her. "you know you're only fooling yourself, right?" "excuse me?" yongsun frowns "that's your 'girlfriend' right?" the way he raises his hands and makes intonations in the air with his fingers makes yongsun nervous. "yes?" "girls can't date girls." the guy states simply but to yongsun it feels like he just stabbed her or some shit. dayum. "i- um..." she stutters but there's her byullie already to the rescue. thank god. "oh? well hello, sir" she curtsies jokily and sits down next to her gf. "is everything alright?" she turns to yongsun who has turned red. "you're going to hell" "pardon?" "hell. h-e-l-l. gay-is-wrong" the guy speaks slowly, asif they're unable to understand. "good morning to you too" byul replies calmly and starts to pour their tea into the little cups with cat paws on them. she hands one to yongsun who has stiffened completely. under the table, she takes up yongsun's hand and holds it. the guy stares dumbfounded at her. he seems unable to think of another thing to say. slowly he starts stuttering loose words and half sentences but they ignore him. when all the tea and cookies are gone yongsun and byullie get up and leave the place. "are you okay?" byul asks again, looking at her girlfriend more closely. "i think so" yongsun says softly. they're quiet for some time while they walk. yongsun looks at her gf a few times but doesn't say anything. "flowers" she mutters suddenly "what?" yongsun just points at someplace and byullie looks. a small flower stand with yellow and black stripes on the roof shines brightly in the sunlight. "c'mon" she grabs her hand yet again, "let's get em"

[exkyumin-stretto]

this morning hanbyul sent me a message that said 'i crave cumin' and i thought it said 'i crave cum' and i was like woah slow down there bucko it's seven in the morning

[exkyumin-stretto]

You are my sunshine~ My only Sunshine~ You make me happy~ When skies are grayy. [You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.] Please don't take, my sunshine away~

[exkyumin-stretto]

Prompt: 'Your kisses are my favorite.'

UGH IT LOOKS LIKE I SENT THIS TO MYSELF EVEN THOUGH IT WAS HANBYUL ON MY ACCOUNT UGH

sings boy like you while i write this tbh

Kyumin was grumpy.

I mean, he was often pretty grumpy.  But today was one of his more childish, annoyed days.  When he’d end up with his arms crossed and that bratty expression on his face, waiting impatiently for Hanbyul to notice.  Because he was too stubborn to make him pay attention, but then again, that was exactly what he was doing (considering he was glaring daggers into the back of his head).

Hanbyul noticed.  Of course Hanbyul noticed.  When Kyumin was nothing but angry silence, it was obvious he was annoyed.  Usually he’d be all over Hanbyul when he wanted his attention, but obviously today he wanted it the other way around.

Being who he was, the Aussie would give in.

With a soft sigh, he stood, joining Kyumin on his separate bed (why did they even have separate beds anymore?).  A stubborn look still on his face, the younger simply looked at him, waiting for him to do something.

“Kyumin.”

“Hanbyul.”

Yeah, that was his annoyed voice.

“Why are you mad?”

There was that arrogant huff that he always received — ah, well, he was used to that.

“I’m not mad,” was his lame response, although eye contact was broken and he had shifted his weight on the bed.  Liar.

With his head shaking slowly, Hanbyul inched up further on the bed, sitting next to Kyumin, trying to bite back the amused smile of the sight of Kyumin trying to avoid his gaze; trying to keep that determined look on his face.

“Kyumey..”

No answer.  Silent treatment, now?

“Kyudemort.”

Nothing.

“Kyutie.”

Ah, that was the jackpot.

Out of either frustration or just to make him stop whining his name, Kyumin had turned to curl his fingers into the front of Hanbyul’s shirt almost too tightly, pulling him forward, his lips pressed against his almost too hard.  This was more like the Kyumin he was used to when he was upset with him.  Jealous, probably.  Likely.

The kiss lasted longer than expected.  Kyumin ended up pushing Hanbyul back and straddling his hips, eyes shut and lips moving against his with all his frustration put into it (was that the sound of teeth clashing?).

They were both breathing hard when one pulled away, the redhead’s fingers still digging into Hanbyul’s shirt, expression a little less frustrated, just desperate.  For attention, most likely.

“Stop making me so jealous.”

Hanbyul almost laughed.  He knew better, though — he might have bleeding lips by the end of this.  ”What did I do?”

“…  Nothing.  I just want your attention.”

With his hand cupping the back of his neck, Hanbyul pulled him down for another kiss — a lot gentler this time, just (swollen) lips sliding against each other.

“Your kisses are my favourite.  They always will be.”

“Better be your favourite everything,” was his mumbled response, as always.