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[yezikill-blog]

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               the minute they arrive at her apartment and take off their shoes (she’s not even sure why she observes this practice anymore, but cleaner floors are always nicer), yezi leads taesung to her bedroom. gently pushes him to her bed before crawling on top of him, planting her hands on both sides of his head. her shirt’s loose; the neck has loped off to the side, to her shoulder. the black strap of her bra is obviously something she wants him to see, and the ghost-smile on her face is coy, as it usually is with him. yezi lowers herself and kisses him open-mouthed and softly, running over tongue over his. slowly tangles her legs with his, her hands finding themselves in his hair. tiny breaths leave her lips, and ever tinier as she kisses him deeper and deeper.

[yezikill-blog]

( ` CLOSED: @tsvsung !!

               YEZI’S ARMS ARE sore, more than she thought was necessary for the day. Yuni had given them extra push-ups because of some airhead who forgot to turn forward; nevertheless, Yezi had obliged, even placed herself next to the fucker, who has to cross her legs to even do push-ups right—the nerve; showed her how push-ups are done. She struts out of the gym, first to finish, and headed towards the field. It’s a short walk—already she can see the number of the one today. Always the same on Wednesdays. Him. She could care less about their lame excuse for a lacrosse team if their members are experienced at tying cherry knots.

               Sashaying past the tigers, she immediately heads straight for their spot under the bleacher. Yezi shoves her hands in her jacket pockets for warmth, and she leans on the cleanest support beam. Fucker better not keep her waiting.