#xkisum

[96lch-blog]

DAD

SON !

[high-in-flight-blog]

[ text ]:All my pasta is gone and I can't find it.

( s m s ) you just gotta look deep within.

[jkbaws]

@xkisum:

❝ please don’t cry any more. ❞ her arms are around the younger, holding her close. she’s not sure what else to say so she just stays quiet, letting her hand rub up and down the girl’s back in an attempt to comfort her. it isn’t long before her own tears begin to fall though. and now she’s hugging the other probably a bit too tight. she wants to tell her that it’s okay. that it gets better. that everything will work out for her. but her sobs are preventing that. all she’s able to choke out is that same phrase again. ❝ please don’t cry any more. ❞

The after effect hits following her intense bawl, almost as if she’d been attacked by sobbing spasms. Heavy breathing follows; she gasps for air in between prolonged hiccups. Maybe it was because she held back the tears for so long. She had to, or rather she felt like she had to. Jennie carried the burdens of 8 other girls, 7, 6, 5, 4... who knows how little the number could be as time passes? As a leader, she had to be the strong one and perhaps her members weren’t as oblivious to her feelings, but at the same time, she was guilty for putting a lid on her bottled emotions and just focus on what she thought was the most important thing. Little did she know, she allowed a huge part of her being to relinquish along the road to forgetting.

Kisum’s shoulder had gone cold, the fabric of her shirt soaked by the younger’s tears yet her neck felt warm and it only grew warmer subsequent to the silent weeping of the comforting female. “I can’t... help it...” she inhales, her fist brushing against her cheek as to wipe the accumulated tears. “How can I when you are, too?” she pulls away from the hug, and a smothered laugh escapes her. “It’s contagious.” She continues to pointlessly dry her eyes as the tears kept flowing. “I’ll be fine... we’ll be fine. Thank you for listening to what I have to say. I haven’t really... told this to anyone. Not as serious as this anyway.”

[prkjmn95-blog]

wah, it's your birthday!? you're getting old like me, keke. happy birthday, kiddo!

( + @xkisum​ ) This is a late reply but thank you!~ Thank you Nuna I appreciate it! And im not a old as you are, just kidding!!~~

[chosona-blog]

[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

[ text ; Kisum♥ ] Have you been drinking again ㅠㅠ[ text ; Kisum♥ ] You need to stop leading me on like this ㅠㅠ

[maxx-infinity-blog]

Engage!

26. “No time to explain. Just kiss me - now!”

Knowing that he was being followed, he turned his head to the side. His yellow eyes, narrowing. He had no idea who these people were but he knew he didn't have much time left before they would eventually corner him. He knew full well that he could just eliminate them quickly but that would involve taking out a whole city block. He was sort of a ‘go big or go home’ type of person and he wasn't ready to show the world that type of power, at least not yet. 

Sehun had to act quickly. He turned his attention back towards him and noticed a girl walking towards him. Instead of passing her; he approached her. “Hey you~” he chimed happily before he quickly closed the space between them. He glanced to the side quickly before giving the girl a hug, whispering to her. “No time to explain. Just kiss me - now..” He moved once again, dipping his head down and giving her a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away and slowly looking back, noticing the people who were following him had left. He breathed a sigh but it more more of an annoyed groan. 

[kyootzi-blog]

@xkisum replied to your post:i need a cup of tea and about 12 years of sleep....

knocks u out

bless u my child 

[dxsende-blog]

( @xkisum x

– 🌌❇ | It took the artist a while of sitting by the other’s door before she felt some kind of suspicion. Perhaps, she had forgotten that they’d be meeting that day, perhaps she was out and late to the date — an occasion that would call for a text message or a sign of still being alive — or perhaps she forgot that the place of meeting would be at hers. And so as the time progressed, Eden’s thoughts jumped back and forth on “maybes” — an activity that could kill quite a lot of time and ended up in stories that were incomparable in creativity and craziness flowing into them. When 10 minutes of waiting had passed — or an eternity as it felt to her — Eden stood up, stretched herself and tugged at her skirt to fix its position. She didn’t mind that the other would be late, as punctuality certainly wasn’t one of her own virtues either, but there was still a chance that Kisum would be waiting in front of the artist’s door as well. Once she’d walked upstairs and finally found the girl, relief overcame her. The time of waiting was over, they were able to get started. “I’ve been born ready, please”, she joked and threw an arm around the other’s shoulder. “But I guess now we should agree on the place we’re going to do that at.” A grin formed on her lips.