#keybums

[91cmh]

❝ are you ready for pumpkin carving? ❞

AUTUMN SENTENCE STARTERS.

☼┊”The real question here is, are you? You have to take responsibility if I cut myself!”

Minho was only half-joking, though. He couldn’t predict the outcome of tonight’s Halloween inspired event, but there was no way Minho was passing up the date. It wasn’t exactly a tradition that was followed in this country, but it was understandable that someone as culturally centric as Kibum was interested in doing something so .. Western.

He sat himself down comfortably on the familiar stool he had sat in when they filmed together with Jaejung; Key’s infamous Keychen happened to be the perfect place to attempt carving pumpkins for the first time, fully equip with utensils that he didn’t think Kibum even had. It was either that, or Minho just wasn’t well-versed with Kibum’s kitchen. Most probably the latter. All that aside, with the place not being used for filming anymore, they could come and go as freely as they pleased.

“We have to remove the guts, right? Do you want me to open your pumpkin head?” he asked, giving a little playful flex before he laughed.

[mongjii]

‘ why don’t you stay right here? ’

Don't Starters. Status: Accepting. @keybums

“Yah, why do you want me to stay here? Do you know how agitated I feel right now? You called me over randomly, and aren’t telling me what we’re doing today. It makes me feel like I must follow you and see what’s going on.” Jihyo spat out her words in a slightly annoyed tone.

She found it hard to feign her grumpiness because she was interrupted from her desired nap. The unfamiliar area she arrived in was also questionable and made her feel uneasy. Glowering at the younger, she voiced out a demand. "You better tell me what's up, or else I will leave!"

[91cmh]

DIBIDIBIDIS MY NAME IS KEY !

only if i’ve eaten extra carbs for the day ( `it’s a dry joke- delayed from when he’d stepped into the elevator shoulders so flushed against yours, he throws a glance to the person on the other side to see if they’d seen. kibum’s lived in his apartment for a little close to two years now, with the building’s large stature it was impossible for him to have met everyone, but he was trying. during the ride down, his hand ends up near yours, fiddling with the strap of your bag out of habit, as if to fix it from denting your sweater- ridiculous, and truthfully? he’d just wanted to touch you even if it was through the very tips of his fingers, and the exposed flesh along his wrist.  he hadn’t spoken again until they’ve reached the ground floor; he lets the stranger walk out fits ( now he holds you still to make sure you allow them to) before pulling you along by your sleeve.´ ) It’s like a ghost town here~ ( `he laughs, and it echos so he laughs again.´ )

everything livens up after 7:30, but it’s nice like this right? serene, feels intimate. ( `he smiles at you.´ ) we haven't gotten the chance to see all the sites yet, we'll make time for it, deal? you'd love the golf course, i know it...

☼ )  Hmm ..

( it's small, but he can feel you playing around with the strap of his bag without even looking your way - he does so, anyways. he's left smiling your way as your touches become more intent, not complaining as you began 'doting' on him; or, so he thought. one look at your face and he understands the awkwardness painting onto bare features. his attention is brought to the elevator opening, the stranger leaving with a stride of purpose, letting minho finally let out an amused giggle. )

Are you usually that awkward with your fellow neighbors? Your face got stiff, look at it! ( he's teasing as his fingers come up to poke your cheek. ) If this is a ghost town, then you must be the ghost ~ ( he nods at your words. ) Yeah, i'd like that .. Just, go around, together- Later tonight? Can we? ( he blinks. ) You play golf, too?

( his hand pulls onto yours as they exit the elevator, only for him to pull the dangling adjust-strap into your grasp; kind of an alternative for his hand, in a way. ) Stay close, okay? Just tell me where we're going, I'll lead the way ~

( @keybums )

[ahnjeon]

"Can I tempt you?"

“Of course not.” The pitch in her tone was liberally coated with discontent, sloe-eyed gaze finding his after tactically roaming the room with some leisure. In a lax moment where between seconds she let her mind wander, she finds that although she still isn’t entirely fond of the close cropped cut, it was still somehow undeniably Kibum, inward shrug accompanying the assessment. How charming.With the slightest twitch at lips budding like cognac, she recalls various key moments –(see the irony in that?)– in which she would so graciously be reminded to stop playing so hard to get. Eyes dragged heavily over the proffered drink, condensation dewing at its glass even as it lazed under the hand of a pink palmed Kibummie, and with the most gratuitous of sighs, Hyejin relented, soft but hard. “Almost always. What is it?”

[89hyung]

“ugh, you’re sweaty- get off.”

platonic starters: accepting!

with one arm draping over the singer’s shoulders, junhyung’s grin was wide and amused, knowing that after one of his work outs he reeked of sweat. despite being told to get off, the older’s arm simply tightened around kibum, stifling a resonating chuckle as he hooked his chin over his other shoulder. “what, don’t like my hugs? i’m just try’na show some affection!” and to make matters worse, junhyung shifted his head closer and brushed his sweaty cheek up against kibum’s, a shit-eating smirk replacing his earlier, smug expression.

[thereal-gna]

keybums replied to your post:

Good thing about my day so far: You actually appeared. I missed you Noona!   

Aigoahhhh..~~ ( ` She whines with a slight giggle. ) Keybumahhhh~ Why are you so good to me, huh?

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☾ --- How had they even gotten on this topic? Why did he let himself blurt out to the other that he used to be a prince? They were never going to let him live it down. Going on and on about how he should ‘reclaim his throne’ and other similar ridiculous thoughts.. ‘What a dusty, sad throne that would be now,’ he scoffed to himself before finally interjecting. “Yahh, this is why I never mention that part about my time in the covens to anyone. I’m not royalty anymore, that was centuries ago.” He huffed slightly as he absently scratched the back of his head before continuing. “I don’t want to live in a castle again, they’re not that great. I just want more simple existences, what's wrong with that?"

[sgeniuslab]

❝You don’t have to act so tough.❞

personality starters / accepting@keybums

i am not acting tough – i am tough, he wants to say, all strong and bold and certain. if you believe in something hard enough it will come true eventually, his beloved grandmother used to say, ruffling his hair affectionately, much to his displeasure. fake it till you make it, one of his closest friends from school often repeated, a much more sour and admittedly realistic approach to the old woman’s views. whether it’s a conscious thought or not, yoongi has been following the advice for the majority of his life, and only sometimes–in the most hopeless cases, it seems–does he stop and really think about it.

he ends up making a face that starts as annoyance and ends with surrender, shoulders sagging slightly, like he just gave up and let the weight lower him a little closer to the ground level.

“it’s our job to keep appearances up, hyung,” he sounds all wise and smart, (definitely much more than he actually is), and like he’s trying to lecture his company, despite being younger and generally less experienced, even though in reality, he wouldn’t ever dare to. there’s a jest hiding between the lines – bitter one, but jest nonetheless. “guess i’m just diligent enough that i do my work even when i’m off-duty.”