#kwseunghoon

[xkwtaehyung-blog]

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↱ – being lost with them

“what do you mean you don’t know where we are?”

“i don’t know, i mean i knew where we were but then we kept walking and… man, this place is pretty though, isn’t it?”

“that doesn’t answer my question, seunghoon.”

impatience drips from his words, foot tapping against the pavement in an effort to exert energy into something other than strangling his counterpart.

let’s just jump on the subway and get off on a random stop, he said. it’ll be fun, he said.

and yet here taehyung is with a splitting headache, a sense of uneasiness, completely unamused. he doesn’t realize just how much he’s scowling until he hears laughter, head snapping to turn in the direction of the voice that dares to disturb his internal panic.

“calm down over there, nietzsche in the making. we can just look up directions.”

“okay but–”

“have you ever tried smiling? frowning will give you wrinkles.”

“you’ll be frowning after i shove my foot up yo-”

[kwlondon-blog]

sleeping beauty ft. @kwseunghoon​ 

london wants nothing more than to crawl into bed and knock out for the next week. running on three hours of sleep is never a good idea, and unfortunately, she’s only now feeling the consequences of her actions. lethargic, tired, and almost lifeless, she leaves the laboratory, bag heavy on her shoulder. 

she’s mid-yawn and rubbing her eyes when she spots someone sprawled out by the faculty building, limbs hanging off the bench he’s lying on. london looks around then looks up at the darkening sky, gentle breeze chill against her skin. with tentative steps, she approaches the bench, and keeps herself ready to bolt as she peers over and inspects the situation. 

he isn’t dead (if his slight rising and falling chest isn’t enough of an indication of that), but he certainly seems like it because he looks as if he hasn’t budged in while, neck bent awkwardly and at an angle he’s certainly going to regret when (if?) he wakes up. london furrows her eyebrows; she doesn’t see a bag near him, no indication of whether or not he’s a student here, and that’s concerning. but she holds off of calling for security or the police, because this guy doesn’t look like a hobo -- is dressed far too well to be a hobo. 

london quirks a brow at his outfit. he doesn’t look like he’s wearing anything less than a hundred bucks and that’s very confusing. what the hell is this guy doing out here? 

“um... excuse me?” she reaches out to poke his arm, albeit hesitant, afraid he may jump up and try to attack her all of a sudden. “hello? guy-who-i-hope-isn’t-a-murderer? wakey wakey.”

[kwjaye-blog]

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reaction meme: accepting!

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them

“i wanna die.”

their car is broke down on the side of the road and jaye swears that they could have made it to the gas station if they were on a dirt road. but unfortunately luck wasn’t on their side and what makes matters worse is that it was pouring outside. the wind makes the car feel like it’s seconds away from becoming a scene from the infamous final destination movies--or worse, he honestly prays that it doesn’t get worse.

the radio serves as nothing but background noise despite the rain hitting hard against the windows. he leans back in his chair, reclining it a tad as he tries to find some peace in the whole situation. but that’s impossible. “how far did the gps say the station was from here? maybe one of us can be like.. a sacrifice for gasoline.”

sounds amazing.

[kwlondon-blog]

▤ lmao

FROM this MEME !!   ↪ ▤ = falling asleep on them 

too engrossed in her novel, london doesn’t even realise the weight on her shoulder until she gets to the end of the seventh chapter. she's about move, stretch a little because she can feel her ass starting to cramp after not moving for the last half hour, but stops when she realises... she can’t. 

“wh--” 

she stops herself, eyebrows furrowing then unfurrowing because as it turns out, seunghoon is asleep -- on her shoulder. 

“oh my g-- you’re kidding.” 

she’s deadpan when she mutters in disbelief one minute, then is desperately trying to hold back her laughter in the next, lest she rouses him accidentally. how ridiculous, how insane, that it always seems to come down to this when it comes to the two of them. 

“seriously. seriously? unbelievable.” 

torn between waking him up and leaving him be, london chooses the latter, because while she may not be a bed, this is eons better than the other places she’s found him sleeping. her shoulder is no wooden bench, no empty lecture theatre she’d left her notebook in, and no science laboratory. she’d definitely much rather this, she supposes. 

london disregards the throbbing in her thighs, the creeping ache in her shoulder, and tries not to pay attention to the way seunghoon’s lips are parted, a potential one-way ticket to droolsville. 

(oh god.) 

instead, she checks the time, figures they’ve got a couple hours before the library’ll close for the day, and leaves it at that, turning the page and starting chapter eight.

[ivminho]

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[ ` reaction meme: ↱ being lost with them ] 

“you know, for someone well travelled, you really suck at directions, mate.”

minho comments dryly as he tries to catch a gps signal on his phone. with a frown etched on his face, he glares at the blinking error sign displayed on the screen, frustration tearing his resolve apart. the footballer groans when the other smacks his shoulder out of nowhere, whipping his head to redirect his glare onto the taller male.

“yah! fuck you man, told you we should have taken an uber. like you’re any better at navigating,” seunghoon rolls his eyes at him. 

scoffing at the reply, he shoves his model of a friend away from him as he tries to concentrate on maybe finding a way out of the seedy red light district they had managed to get lost in. “well, the last time we took an uber, we appeared on the goddamn tabloids. and hey, fuck you too, at least i know the difference from left and right.”

he was not phased by seunghoon’s dramatic gasp accompanied by the even more dramatic as hell clutch to the chest as if the younger male had just been shot, “how was i supposed to know that uber driver was an investigative journalist when he wasn’t driving?!”

“stop being a drama king, we’re not on reality tv, mate. and you’re giving the lad too much credit,” minho shakes his head ruefully, snorting at how his retort had done the opposite of taming his friend’s over the top reaction. “where are those blasted paparazzi when we actually need them, anyway?”

“don’t know, don’t care.”

“look, i’m just saying that if i end up getting kidnapped and having my organs sold on the black market, you’re dealing with my agent, ‘kay.” he says in a serious tone, attempting to spook the other.

even though he was a bit intimidated by the sight of suspicious black claddded figures that loomed around them, at least he wasn't alone. he wouldn't trade the experience of being lost with seunghoon for anything ... okay, maybe for a world cup win or a trophy or two with his current squad.

[ivminho]

@kwseunghoon - hala madrid

if there’s one thing minho dislikes about his new life in seoul, it would be the time zone. back in london it was much easier to tune in to football matches but now that he’s all the way across the world, he was forced to wake up at ungodly hours so he could catch any game at all. it made him appreciate the asian fanbase a lot as he made a mental note to give them a shoutout in his future interviews. 

hence why he was at the entrance of seunghoon’s apartment at two thirty in the morning. with a plastic bag full of snacks and soju in hand, he presses the doorbell once while texting on his phone with his other hand.

[ kkt ] i’m here. open the door before neighbours get suspicious lol