#ghxtaehyung

[ghjinyoung-blog]

i want the k

kiss kiss fall in love - closed

3. nose kiss

it’s cold outside, which is pretty clear from the condensation on jinyoung’s windows. winter is approaching and the sweaters were dug from the back of his dresser, one dragged over his head, leaving his hair ruffled for a moment or two, and the other thrown to taehyung who sat on the edge of his bed. the coffee is brewing on the other side of jinyoung’s studio apartment. 

his hands shake from the chill in his bones as he pours the coffee into the mugs already standing ready on the counter, then tops them off with the frothed milk, tilting the mug to leave the pretty little leaf in the foam. its about the most he’s able to do when it comes to making coffee. if his companion weren’t what he was, jinyoung would have offered a nice hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows, but that isn’t the case. 

carrying the mugs over to taehyung he hands him one mug and watches as he takes a sip, lifting his head after a moment only to reveal a little foam settle on the end of his nose, drawing a soft laugh from jinyoung’s lips. 

it’s impulse that makes him step forward, lean close, and kiss the foam from the tip of his nose. the moment is peaceful, the quiet noise of the tv in the background adding to the comfortable atmosphere, and he’s finally glad he asked taehyung to spend the day with him.

[ghhyun-blog]

i want the k ;-)

✄ ▫ ▫ ▫ SOURCE: Bisou, bisou! ( STATUS: OPEN !! )

6: Gentle Peck 

“Mind telling me why you’re in my ward?” emphasis on ownership not because he feels entitled to the entire seventh ward or has any special authority, it was just because he lived there and Taehyung didn’t. but, if you want to be completely honest, he couldn’t give a damn about why Taehyung’s sauntering around, he’s just happy to see him. despite their frigid split, seeing Tae brought back the contemptuous feeling of a warm heart and made him yearn for time together. he wanted to be next to him, to touch him, to fuck with him; and he’ll be damned if this golden opportunity slips by. His words, instead of holding the bitter past, have a semblance of tranquility or, actually, joviality. they’re sprinkled with the lightest of humor and flow from his lips so fluently as if he’s been rehearsing this encounter for months. “Is this solely coincidental or did you just want to see me? Did you come all this way to see me, babe?” there’s an arrogant smirk drawing at the corners of his lips and it’s taking everything in his power to keep his gaiety imperceptible. now he’s really fucking with him. though, his words do hold a little hope. he has the secret hope that Taehyung did long for him and was a bit happy to see him after such a long period of eluding. he also holds the belief that Taehyung still wants to be with him but that idea is too far-fetched for his sober mind, the only time he truly believes that is on those lonely nights where he makes friends with stacks of soju.

“You know, you’re always welcomed at my house. You don’t have to stage run-ins just to catch my attention. But anyway,” now his eyes hold a certain imperceptible gleam, though, it looks slightly mischievous and scheming. he steps closer to the other male and before he can be evaded his fingers latch onto Taehyung’s hips, forcing him closer, then his lips find their place mere centimeters away from Tae’s and he’s wearing the most devious smile. “Answer me honestly, Taehyung,” he pauses after the sentence as if he’s thinking of something clever to say but no words follow, just the closing of a gap. their lips meet briefly but it still sends his skin rising into a fit of goosebumps. the kiss is soft, tantalizing and everything he hoped it would be; perfection. once their lips depart, he leans over to Tae’s ear and breathes a soft whisper. 

                                        “I still make your heart flutter, don’t I?” 

[ghxjungtae-blog]

"fuck it, i ain't running,"

club penguin sentence starters: accepting!

tw: blood and death mention

ward fourteen. there’s no real reason for him to be there other than to drag the late night on, there was something discomforting about his apartment and without any direct orders jungtae decides to take a “walk”. a long one at that, considering that ward sixteen wasn’t exactly a stone’s throw away.

he has little expectations of stumbling upon a possible rogue ghoul who devotes themselves to binge eating, but admittedly he wouldn’t complain if it were to happen. in fact he would be ecstatic, the encounter would probably leave enough energy to have him skip any hours of sleep.

so when he stumbles upon a mutilated body with a person standing over it the blood flowing through his veins tugs him forward. 

the alleyway stinks of the coppery smell of blood, something he deems familiar, and if the scene didn’t make it obvious the stench could tell that someone died here. jungtae keeps his weapon concealed in his suitcase, but any ghoul who was relatively familiar with the ccg and managed to slip past their grasp should know that their life was in danger.

when confronted with the stranger’s words he assumes the best possible reality: he’s found himself a ghoul.

“well that would be an unfortunate decision on your part, i don’t see any blood on your hands but.. you still don’t look entirely innocent.” his words come slowly, calmly, eyes concentrated on the shorter individual, “so will you prove that you’re not guilty?”