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cinnahan replied to your post “cinnahan replied to your post:❤. You uh forgot to hit the anon...”
... Suuuure.. Seeing as how.. You tagged it as anonymous..
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Mark never much understood why people were so keen on escaping a little water. He, in fact, enjoys it quite a bit like any other gift that nature had to offer him. He’d much rather be enveloped by the rain’s tender embrace, when given the chance, than unaccepting of it like most people. It never wishes to do harm, after all, a few translucent beads of water never hurts anyone terribly.
But over time, the storm creeps closer, and it whips water at his clothing to soak cold and harsh against his skin. It begins to concern him. He was fine with the sprinkling, but now it was unbearable. If he were to get sick, work would become tedious for him. All the shops were closed at 11 P.M., and his home was quite far. He glances this way and that for a sign of human life before pausing in his tracks, and he removes his sneakers and socks to avoid sloshing around inside them. He starts up again, his socks bundled within the black converse and his two fingers hooking around the heels so they dangle carefully. Tiny twigs, small plants, and dirt are already coating and collecting on the soles of Mark’s bare feet, and he finally spies his favorite little coffee shop with the lights still on.
He continues to trudge through the city that gleams beneath it’s sweet coating, eyes locked on the cafe. Mark’s chest expands with the earthy inhale he takes in, holding at the peak before he releases it again in one short huff. The shop was closed. But he has a chance; he'd earlier concluded the keeper seemed rather kind.
He reaches the glass door, and brings a fist up to gently knock against it. He realizes he must look ridiculous in his situation; his shoes are removed and in his grasp, his clothing is stuck damply at his ankles, and his hair is a soaking mess.
"Sorry— I… Uh…" was all he could manage when the other reaches the door, desperately trying to find the words to explain himself in Korean: his third language. "Could you help me, until the rain stops?"
You're beautiful.
{'Blinks a few times.'} W-what..?
Is it too forward to ✧--
✧ -- A kiss from my muse to yours.
What's it like to taste another's lips...?
Yifan’s cheek rested against his knuckles after he propped his elbow up and onto the table. The blonde was currently sitting in a calm little cafe that he came across due to a new friend whom also happened to own the place. He soon found himself returning to the coffee shop each day as he grew used to the atmosphere. The fresh, bitter scent of coffee filled his senses with each passing day he would enter the quaint shop. Bringing the white cup to his lips, he sipped at the bittersweet liquid, feeling the warmth slip over his tongue, letting the taste linger before having it trickle down his throat. Calming.
Though, his previous thought continued to wander in his mind as he sat there. What would it be like to experience the so-called bliss of tasting another’s lips? To have someone crumble underneath your fingertips? Have them sigh your name as you kissed away the worries of their day? Whisper sweet-nothings into the velvet lips you’ve claimed? Force them to memorize every detail and every moment of the sweet, and addicting caress of lips upon lips? And are some others sweeter or bitter?
He just needed to find out.
Abandoning his now cooled coffee, he slowly arose from his seat to shuffle over to the busy and quite occupied Luhan whom resided behind the counter. It only took a moment or so for the other to notice Yifan’s tall figure standing across from him with dark eyes, and his gentle voice brought Yifan to earth after his gaze fell for far too long upon the male’s pink, plump lips.
"Do you have anything sweet?" Yifan asked.
The taller needed to bite down on his bottom lip to prevent him from chuckling at the sight of Luhan’s confused expression. Of course he did, it was a cafe after all. But as the shorter male began to point and list off the different options of cakes and such Yifan reached forward and set his hands atop the other’s shoulders before nearly pulling him across the counter. Coal orbs stared into the pair of doe-like and innocent eyes momentarily before he leaned down to plant his lips upon Luhan’s.
It began with lips bumping messily to one another’s before the taller slowly began to take charge and move his lips along the male’s. He savored the feeling of his lips against his own, letting the taste burn clear in his mind—there was a sweet, mild, and faint flowery taste that danced across his buds, and he was quite certain the other could taste the opposite; bitter, pungent, and rough. He had to part sooner than expected as he remember they were in a public area and such random affection would be a surprising display. Setting the other back down on his feet he let go of the male before chuckling under his breath. The red that adorned the other’s cheeks were an interesting sight for he wasn’t sure whether he was mad or embarrassed.
"Sweeter than I thought."
/Awkwardly whispers.; Date--
Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
♕ — In order to gain money, the young god even accepted the job to be someone’s substitute in a blind date. Erratic, fickle and traitor to their own feelings, that’s how Yato sees human and it will probably never change but to think that he’ll be in a date with someone whom he doesn’t even know and more importantly, a human. For five yen! He would often say and these are the days that he would shout it over and over again however, he did not really consider it as a date for he will be paid when it’s all over.
The Scholar God Tenjin—a friend, visited him in Korea and as soon as he saw him, he mocked and teased him about how he dressed for today, it wasn’t his usual tacky tracksuit clothes and his so called fluffy scarf, he was fully dressed, it wasn’t too fashionable for he doesn’t want to attract too much attention, he dressed rather simple but that didn’t helped him, he still stood out from the rest (And it didn’t helped that Tenjin was teasing him all day long and he probably will for the rest of his immortal life), people’s eyes glancing towards his direction.
“Excuse me. Are you here for the blind date?”
He tilted his head and nods, “Are you?” the latter replied as he nodded and gave out an innocent smile—not knowing what to do next, he boldly (and gently) grabbed the latter’s hand, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he pulled him closer to his side whilst heading to a nearby cafe. They’ve talked about everything and anything, one topic after another, they never stopped talking and it was surprising, how Yato seems to have taken an interest to the human in front of him and before they knew it, the skies were crimson and it was time to go as they bid each other goodbye. “We’ve been talking all day long and you haven’t said your name yet. Tell me first before I head home.”
❝ — It’s Yato,
don’t forget. ❞
And as soon as the doe-eyed male went home, he questioned himself, where did he go? More importantly, what did he do this day? No one knows except the forgotten god, Yato.
Whispers I want one, too. HyeLu!
Who cooks normally?
Luhan cooks normally due to him being more experienced with cooking. From time to time, Hyeri would surprise him and cook him a little something as a reward for cooking for her all the time.
How often do they fight?
The two would not fight often since they do things that wouldn't displease the other. But, maybe once a month? Or once every two months?
What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Hyeri is most likely to text the boy when they're not together. She would also send e-mails, and if the two have time, they would Skype in order to see each other's faces.
Nicknames for each other?
She personally doesn't like to be called anything too cute, but for him, she would be able to tolerate it. She'd call him, 'Lulu,' or something like that, while the other would have something cuter up his sleeves.
Who is more likely to pay for dinner?
It seems like Luhan would pay for dinner, but from time to time, she would be the one paying.
Who steals the covers at night?
Hyeri steals the covers at night, then she would think about how the other would be cold, so in the end, they'd end up huddled close to each other whilst sharing the blanket.
What would they get each other for gifts?
Hyeri isn't someone who is good with presents, so she would get whatever she thinks that he needs the most.
Who kissed who first?
Luhan kissed the younger first.
Who made the first move?
I think it would take a long time to make the first move, so Hyeri would be the one to do so.
Who remembers things?
Hyeri and Luhan would both remember the things.
Who started the relationship?
…Perhaps, it would be Luhan who started the relationship.
Who cusses more?
They both don't cuss so much, so it would be an equal amount of who cusses the most.
What would they do if the other one was hurt?
Hyeri simply would get the first aid kid without speaking, and she would start repair the injuries he held. Once in awhile, when she's in a good mood, she'll press a gentle kiss on his wounds.
