#suminos

[gcholdtrops]

{ -- suminos liked for a starter. }

        ‹ 🔺 › Looking over at his close friend, he saw the jersey she was wearing, which left his eyebrows furrow together briefly, only to have a short snort leave him. ❝ Did you accidentally lend my jersey, without asking beforehand? ❞ head angled to the side, while he had propped it up onto the palm of his hand, awaiting her response.

[eunhajin]

suminos:

“ damn it! ”

bumping shoulders is not an uncommon occurrence in the busy streets of seoul. but this time is rougher than usual. something, no, many things tumble to the ground--of all the people he could have bumped into, it had to be the person carrying an armful. “fuck.” they swear in unison, though she speaks aloud and he in his head. he mutters a quick ‘sorry’ before letting his feet navigate their way past the mess. 

he’s one step away from the scene when he stops himself. “shit, i did it again.” running away from people. being rude to avoid social interaction. he turns back, but reluctantly so--old habits die hard. his footsteps, once quick, slow to a half of the pace as he makes his way back to the scene. he crouches down, almost unwillingly, to help clean up the mess he helped make. “sorry about that.” he apologizes once more, this time with an added hint of sincerity.

[alignedflawsarchive-blog]

kris: do u like my glasses?? kris: ..... kris: shit do i know you?

[taensia-blog]

[ text ] just get in the fucking blanket fort.

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