#msukirby

[lcsflcurs]

— kissing emoji

usually the geumseong junior wasn’t so full of emotions, which is why he looked distressed as he pushed through a crowd of party goers in search of one person. it was around this time seojun was growing frustrated. he knew @msukirby ‘borrowed’ something of his, he just couldn’t pinpoint what it was. at this point, the two had been playing this game of thievery for so long that it was almost as if seojun had a sixth sense that alerted him whenever kirby stole something of his. he felt frustrated trying to figure out what exactly he was missing, and he knew there was only one way to figure it out. 

it didn’t help that he was also feeling frustrated from the effects of the potion, which knew he shouldn’t have agreed to drink. he could just feel it in his bones that it was a bad idea, but seeing as everyone else was doing the same thing, seojun couldn’t chicken out. so here he was, feeling the effects of the little mystery juice take over. a kissing potion? really? very funny, thanks professor jung for making this night even crazier. his movements became almost frantic,  as seojun felt like he just had to lay one on someone fast. 

fucking finally! there kirby was, unaware of the shitstorm of frustrations that seojun was about to lay on her. if anyone saw the way seojun was marching towards her, they’d think that he was really committed to the role of kylo ren. dressed in all black, his cape majestically waving in the wind, sheer frustration on his face as he booked it towards the petite figure. all that he was missing was the lightsaber, wait, was he missing his lightsaber? 

his hand firmly gripped her arm, pulling her to face him as he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers. god, he didn’t even care if his actions had negative repercussions because all he could feel was relief from that godforsaken potion. the feeling itself was insane, almost euphoric, and seojun couldn’t help but want more. he let out a sigh of relief, teasingly sucking on her bottom lip to just feel something. and if they weren’t standing in public, where everyone could see just how much seojun’s lips sought out validation and warmth from kirby’s, his lips would be in more places than one. but enough was enough, seojun wasn’t much of an entertainer anyways, so the shit show that was his lips desperately latching onto her’s came to an end. 

he pulled away slowly, hoping that kirby just let it slide and ignored how desperate seojun seemed in the past minute or so. after all, it wasn’t his fault the potion was a kissing one! and it certainly didn’t help that he was crossed, and kirby was...well... really hot. his hand reached up, caressing her cheek as a sign of affection, but also almost as if he was trying to say, “if we weren’t in the middle of a party surrounded by people and tacky costumes, i’d love to see your pretty face under me.” 

“so,” seojun cleared his throat, rubbing his thumb along her soft skin, “what is it? or, more importantly, where is it?”

[msudotty]

everything i wanted.

carving pumpkins with sister dearest @msukirby.

AHHHH! does she look different, dotty wonders? because, well, she feels different. super different! out of this world different! like, okay. so here’s the thing... dotty is an experienced dater, she won’t lie. and kirby knows this about her, so dotty having a new boyfriend? not that surprising! not enough to make her come off differently. 

but today? it’s different. it’s not just a boyfriend now... it’s so much more! her soulmate, her forever ever after. her fiancé! yes, you heard her, she said fiancé. who would have thought, right? dorothea bae, expert at everything romantic, FINALLY engaged. eeeek!! it’s literally unbelievable. she feels almost antsy, body bursting with anticipation in sharing the news. she has to tell kirby— 

oh, wait, speaking of kirby, what was she doing again? dotty blinks, once, twice, as she comes to her senses, gaze falling upon the pumpkin in front of her. oohhhhh. right. after the (to put it mildly) unsuccessful attempt at making junseong carve pumpkins with her, kirby had promised they’d set aside time for it during the day. but, well, a lot has happened since then! first the apple bobbing, then running into kevin... it’s really just been a rollercoaster of a day! 

but... wait, okay. so she’s here with the pumpkins. is kirby here? a quick glance is shot to the side, where sure enough, she finds the familiar form of her sister. wait, what the fuck — just how long had she been spacing out? oh, this won’t do. she really can’t take it anymore, keeping a secret from her sister is impossible! 

“oh, kirby, i can’t keep this from you any longer,” she starts, attention now completely focused on her sister, the pumpkin in front of her forgotten. dotty doesn’t give kirby much of a chance to react before she keeps going, anxious to just get on with it already. “i’m finally getting married!” 

[msujieun]

the thing about second chances.

...is that they don’t always work out. isn’t that right, @msukirby?

it’s been almost a month now since jieun had reconnected with kirby, the geumseong junior finally allowing her in her life again. 25 days, to be exact — not that she’s counting. okay, maybe she is, just a little bit, but can she really be blamed? after the way she had treated kirby last semester, she had started to lose all hopes of ever being back in the other’s friendly graces again. but, following jieun watching the other’s band performance during the halloween party, the two had started talking again, which — and jieun is slightly excited about this, she won’t lie — had them resuming their hangouts.

“wait, how do you do this again?” 

jieun looks up at the older, a look of helplessness present on her face. they’re in the school’s auditorium, band practice just having finished. jieun’s got the junior’s bass on her lap, though her fingers are struggling to remember exactly where they should go. how had kirby gotten so good at this? muscle memory, perhaps. jieun doesn’t know, but what she does know, is that holding down these strings, surprisingly, hurts a lot.

she lets out a laugh. “i don’t think i’m meant for this. my fingers are way too delicate.”

[msucallie]

a pick me up

@msukirby

“so miss, are you all alone? can i buy you a drink?” there was laughter behind callie’s words as she leaned against the counter kirby was waiting next to. the two juniors decided to meet up at honeydew after class for some down time, kirby arriving a bit earlier than she did which was perfect for the suseong’s set up for a pick up line. she was obviously teasing, of course. even callie cringed at her dumb joke, but it didn’t make it any less amusing. “i know. that was so bad, but i had to! the opportunity was there! but seriously, did you order anything yet?” callie excused herself with another chuckle, hoping to use her next offer as some form of an apology towards her longtime friend. hey, it’s the least she can do after such a cheap attempt at a comedic bit. “my treat today!”

[msuxander]

inconvenient ;

with @msukirby in class

an irritated sigh leaves xander's lips as he goes through his black bag for the third time since arriving to class. xander is the type to always be prepared so he's extremely irked by the fact that he can't seem to find any of his extra pens he'd usually have in a pocket of his bag. he had been in a minor rush to class considering his meeting with professor jung had gone a little longer than he had expected.

now that he's sitting with all the materials needed for class except a pen, he's quite agitated. there's no chance that he would've forgotten any of his things after packing up to talk to professor jung, yet here he was missing not one but all of his pens. class is about to start and there's definitely not enough time for him to return to the lecture hall he had just come from to check if he had dropped anything.

he decides he might just demand a pen from a student who's walking towards him but as soon as they meet his gaze, they turn and dash to the furthest seat they can find from him. xander silently rolls his eyes before spotting kirby from the corner of his eye, seeing her seat away behind him scribbling something on her notes. despite how odd their friendship seems to be, with the way kirby is and treats xander it's surprising that he tolerates her as much as he does. but the geumseong female has a backbone and that's something xander can respect.

seeing as she's the only student actually willing to sit directly next to xander, he turns towards her and grabs her attention.

"kirby, do you have a spare pen i can use?"

[lcsflcurs]

— a whole new world

for @msukirby

he finally did it! well, sort of. it had been such a long time since seojun was able to use his broom for something else than races or transportation. his father never really supported seojun’s aptitude toward magic, especially seojun’s love for quidditch. seojun never understood it, but there wasn’t a time where his father supported the idea, as he actually spoke out against the boy playing. it caused so many arguments that seojun dropped the sport altogether. to him, it just wasn’t worth the headache.

but now? he was a grown man, free to do whatever he wants. so when he heard the geumseong quidditch team needed an extra chaser, he was totally on board. who was his dad to tell him no? it wasn’t like he knew about it... for now at least. 

for someone who hasn’t played in years, seojun didn’t do too bad! sure, geumseong lost the match, but the game itself meant a lot to seojun. for one, he scored a decent amount, which came as a self brag. more than that, it was the first time in awhile where seojun followed his own heart and mind, no one else’s. he felt good about himself— like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

seojun couldn’t celebrate this personal victory alone, which is why after the match he texted kirby to stay behind. the two were becoming closer than usual, ever since he found out his little secret. however, it was one of the reasons he invited her to hang out in celebration of his small victory— because he knew she would understand how he was feeling right now the most.  his plan was to take the girl on a ride around campus on his broomstick, or maybe further than that, the sky was the limit! did seojun tell kirby about these plans? nope! he figured it’d be easier to surprise her with it because even if she didn’t want to, it’d be too late to say no ( in his opinion at least). so with a simple and stern ‘up’, he firmly grabbed his broomstick and waited for the senior to meet him.

oh, look! there she was. “ i was starting to think you were about to flake on me.” seojun pouted, as if he was trying to make her feel bad, “ my first game with the big leagues...gosh if you flaked on me then what kind of friend would that make you?” of course, seojun was messing with her— per usual. “you like flying, right?” he didn’t give her much time to respond, “let’s go on an adventure, just you and me...it’ll be fun!”

[msujet]

a fever u can’t sweat out ♡

@msukirby

he’d lost his sense a long while ago. jet couldn’t for the life of him remember how many shots he’d taken — obviously too many — but that didn’t mean anything. he could at least remember his own name, his house, what he was supposed to be for halloween — before part of the costume had been forced off his shoulders and discarded mindlessly to the linoleum bathroom floor he’d not so precariously found himself in.

everything about the girl he’d had pressed up against the bathroom stall wall was fucking perfect. he really didn’t bet much on that she was actually going to truly show up dressed as they’d planned, but — fuck — there she was, clad in her skin tight green and black bodysuit that kept the male wrapped around her finger for hours. anything she wanted, he did: another drink? done. dancing together? done. making out in the ba—? alright, that was his idea.

“god,” he breathes between kisses, short and breathless; jet reaches a hand to grab for her ass, supporting her by the bottom of her thighs around his waist to keep her pressed against the wall. he grins at the materials of her costume that makes it hard to hold her steady. “you’re the hottest fucking girl at this whole party,” he breathes lowly before he’s back to using one hand to tug at the spandex of her collar and kissing her neck and behind her ear. this — having her alone — was all he’d wanted all night long. hair askew, mascara smudged from the light perspiration between their shared body heat, pressed so close together in such close quarters. 

it’d be a sin to let any other male get her like this, especially tonight.

his lips, by then, had already found their way back to her own. finally, he finds it in him to pull himself away. “you —” he smiles then, dazed, drunk, and ready to rid himself of this goddamn costume that he can barely move in. “ — you wanna come back to my place?”