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[ccjisoo-blog]

🏥  kiss me, heal me

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There was a reason people hated kids. They were small, sneaky and ready to give you the biggest headache at any moment they desired. Jisoo could only thank she had no younger siblings to take care of or else she would probably be dead a long time ago. When a child who didn’t even have two years completed on Earth hit her on the head with a toy truck she couldn’t get more pissed. She didn’t steal the toy because the mother had the baby in her arms while she kept apologizing, and apologizing. The baby only laughed. Those beasts always knew what they did - they were never innocent.

Without much choice but to continue with her life Jisoo kept walking towards the coffee shop she would often go to. As people walked by they would all stare at her, which made her guess the thing was looking bad - but she had no idea.

As soon as the barista laid eyes on her the girl was quickly taken to a corner to get her wound taken care of. When Jisoo finally decided to touch it was when she noticed there was blood all over her forehead. As it always happened the bruise only started hurting once she took notice it existed, though the girl was a strong one and didn’t quite feel like crying. “I’m not clumsy. It was because of a stupid baby.” The kiss came unpredictably and the first reaction the magical girl gave was a twist of the nose, the second being a necessary comment. “Did you seriously just kiss my forehead? Are you, like, my mom or something?”

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[ccxsiwon-blog]

Free Coffee | Siwon x Anthea

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Siwon whistled ten little indians as he fumbled with the lock behind the cafe, unlocking the backdoor with ease as he walked in like he owned the place.

Continuing his tune, he changed out of his hobo outfit to one of a barista. Thankfully, he knew where to find the uniforms. Leaving the back and sliding beside the busy female barista beside him, he began making a brew.

A dazzling display of coffee making drew attention to him, most in the cafe, and the female barista as well. Blowing gently at the cup he made, he proceeded to taste it and sighed contented.

Raising the cup to the female barista, his bearded face morphed into a wide grin. “Thanks for coffee, Scales.”

[ccsubin-blog]

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“i don’t watch tv, sorry.” yuna replied, scratching the nape of her neck in embarrassment. she couldn’t afford cable, and her phone was a better entertainment device than of a screen filled with advertisements no one gave fucks for.

“but i have netflix? just not the tv.”

“how do you have netflix but not tv?” the girl munches on the popcorn handfuls. butter sticks to her hand and she licks them off to savor the flavor. leaning against the seat, she looks at her friend quizzically. “don’t you need and id or card for that? i think it’s kind of complicated for us cards to make an account.”

[ccxjimin]

I want the K

pucker up: accepting!!

6. Gentle peck

“If I do it will you shut up about it?” 

Yuna has been trailing along with him to the club now for a good two or so weeks and the other boys were even starting to get familiar with her, cooing at her and whatnot when she showed up right behind him. 

And at this point-- she’s seen just about everything. From the others-- and himself, stripping down for some quick changes and coming back stage bare ass naked, to not so inconspicuous kisses shared between himself and others alike-- all just to get stage ready and aroused. 

A nod is his only answer and the boy heaved a sigh. “Alright. Fine.” Leaning back in his seat, he dropped the make up brush back onto the vanity. He only had one eye finished and looked a little bit silly, but apparently this just couldn’t wait. 

Leaning over, it was quick-- just a brief press of lips even if it was obvious she was expecting more. 

“There-- now you’re an honorary stripper. Kiss inducted and everything.”

[ccminghao-blog]

I want the K

5 – firm kiss

“AND THEN,” minghao pauses for dramatic effect, eyes twinkling as he leans forward. “i PUNCHED the shark!” he slams hist fist into his palm for emphasis. “isn’t that awesome?” 

the library is deserted ( like always ), so minghao doesn’t feel the need to keep his voice down as he tells yuna the story of his exciting water time adventure. the best part of it all is that it isn’t even fake—he actually did punch a shark ( or a very big fish ) and survived.

minghao still dislikes the book dungeon as much as he did on his first day here. well, maybe not as much. there are a few redeeming qualities about the library, like the comic book section and the squishy armchairs you could sink into and sleep for hours in. and yuna—yuna definitely counts as a ‘good thing’ in this suffocating building. once they get over the awkward what-do-you-mean-the-library-has-rules part, she’s actually a sweet person and comfortable to be around. 

as long she doesn’t realize minghao’s been popping tiny sour candies into his mouth the whole time they’ve been talking.

he waits for her reaction—a gasp of delight or a scoff or something—but all she does is stare at him. minghao squirms under her sharp gaze, a nervous laugh escaping his mouth. “or, you know, we could talk about not shark punching too—”

and then she laughs. it’s a clear, beautiful sound and minghao’s breath catches in his chest before he breaks out into loud guffaws as well, complete with knee slapping and snorting. he’s never heard yuna laugh before, much less smile, but she really should do it more often. it makes her look younger, sweeps all the stress off her face. minghao likes that. minghao really, really likes that.

on impulse, he leans down and presses his lips against hers, hands landing heavily on her shoulders. it’s a firm, almost forceful kiss born entirely out of feelings minghao’s not sure how to name. it’s just that yuna looks so pretty and he’s so happy he can make her laugh with his dumb antics that he does the first thing he can think of. his mouth is still filled with a sour taste, but yuna’s is sweet, sweet, sweet.

as he pulls away, he almost snickers at her expression. “hey,” the corners of minghao’s lips curl up in a mischievous smile. “don’t tell me kissing is off limits in the library too.”

[ccjaebum-blog]

ↂ capturing the truth

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“Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair considering that you haven’t been exactly truthful with me either?” 

Jaebum is cold and aloof on a normal basis, his personality demanding such, but when angered, his bluntness leaves no one unscathed. The truth is always his main priority and he takes no short cuts in assuring that it is upheld even if it sometimes causes him to hurt the feelings of others, intentional or not. Seeing her tears nips at his resolve but he is firm in his principles and a crying friend isn’t about to change that. 

At least, if a friend is still what he can consider the young girl to be. A part of him hopes so. 

“What did you expect me to do? Go around telling people I’m a cardcaptor? Or should I have worn a glowing neon sign? We both had our own secrets so you really can’t blame this all on me...Card of Libra.” 

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[ccxjimin]

“they call me a try hard,” the boy spoke, watching as yuna poured his drink into a cup. it was quite rare for someone to be sharing weird shit to her - the barista of the cafe, but it was always quite interesting to listen to. what was this kid even like ? is he even normal ?

she put a scoop full of ice into the cup, before putting the lid on and grabbing a straw. yuna hands his iced coffee to him with a small smile.

“why would you say that, sir?”

“Huh?” 

Jimin looked up from his phone, not even really realizing he was speaking out loud. 

He was a favorite at the club-- got most of the tips, most of the dances, most of the attention, and sometimes, on the particularly slow weeks, the other dancers got a little bit harsh with their words. He knows they don’t mean it, but it gets quite annoying sometimes and every once in a while the boy just has to vent. 

Usually it’s not out loud accidentally to a random barista. Oh well. Why not-- it’s not like she can go anywhere. Captive audience. 

“Well-- they think I suck dick for a low price. I don’t, my price is actually pretty high, but. I think they’re also a little jealous of my great ass, but what’s a guy to do. You know? I’m not a try hard-- I’m just good at making money.” 

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[ccsubin-blog]

time-ticking bomb,

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destruction and the dark goes well together, both bringing forth misery and hopelessness to innocent villagers and mortal royalties. centuries ago she was free, wreaking havoc as her heart tells her to do, squeezing joy out of humans until only a solemn and hollow shell was left, and desperation that pushes people to go beyond their limits and losing their humanity. awful, she was, like a rotting fruit whose smell stings the nose and twists the gut.

but all bad things come to an end and she soon finds herself captured on a small plane of paper. mind goes blank and words don’t work (not that she spoke a lot), but all that she knew was that she’s going to win back her freedom. eras pass and times changed, that by the time she was out, it wasn’t like how it was before. violence and gore is not an option, and so is taking other people’s happiness.

she has to find other ways of amusing herself.

tapping the clear glass in front of her, she stares right past it. humans turn to drinking when they need to let loose, and after years of living by them, she too has picked up the habit. but she has just enough to clear her mind, send her bloods rushing a bit more. never too much, because an abundance only leads to idiocy.