#yfxjaebum

[xyfxtaehyun-blog]

@yfxjaebum​

( kkt  ⇢ 태현 ) ………. ( kkt  ⇢ 태현 ) sometimes i genuinely don’t know how to respond to you

( txt - nam jaebum ) some ideas ( txt - nam jaebum ) oh, taehyun you’re looking good too ( txt - nam jaebum ) come by my room later ;) ( txt - nam jaebum ) something like that 

[yfxjiyong]

✈️ 💋

SYMBOL MEME  › accepting

✈️ + 💋 //  seeing your muse in somewhere they didn’t expect to see +  your muse kissing mine on cheek

“ it’s just tonight. next one isn’t till next month ”

“ 싫어 ”

“ 아, 좀, 범아  ”

he’s tired, always tired; ji yong doesn’t understand. doesn’t get the cheong ryong’s constant need to work for something as unforeseeable as the future. he’ll sit there in homeroom with the evaluation sheet on his desk, pen dancing over the career box; hovering. he always leaves it blank, but he reckons that jaebum’s been filling in stock broker since middle school. he gives the boy an exasperated sigh as he pushes his arm lazily, bottom lip turned down in a frown (the other doesn’t succumb to his whining, he never does). “fine” he stands from his perch on jaebum’s bed, giving him a pointed look from where he was seated at his desk, textbooks covering the table top.  “wait. where are you going?” jaebum cranes his neck to look at ji yong, setting his school work down.  “live club night. it’s just you and your hand tonight,” he says with a smirk, a joke to cover up his disappointment. he gives his shoulders a squeeze before turning to leave the cheong ryong dorm room.

he’s really only going for 라이프 앤 타임, but can’t help the thought of jaebum hunched over his desk all night creep over him as he grips the rails descending into the basement club. he situates himself near the back, watching the crowd murmur and sway to the opening act, nursing the plastic cup in his hand filled with whatever he could get his hands on. he can’t help but check his screen surreptitiously after every other song, expecting a good night text (is he really gonna pull an all-nighter agai— 아, 됐어). come starts and ji yong leans against the back wall, foot tapping slowly to bass rift, when he feels a swift breeze beside him; the slightest of fingers touching arm and warm presence radiating.

“왔어?”

he doesn’t need to turn his neck to know it’s him– he feels the familiar broad shoulders brushing his. ji yong looks at the other anyway, coy smile curling at the edge of his lips. he can’t believe there are actual goddamn butterflies in his stomach right now, but he didn’t expect him to be there, and he’s grinning ear-to-ear, face practically glowing (well, shit). jaebum doesn’t say anything, merely nods in acknowledgement, facing the stage and the band playing. his smile is etched to his lips, staring at the other’s silhouette– the bridge of his nose, his jaw– and he turns his head again to look at the stage, gnawing on the rim of the plastic cup with that grin. he’s too enamored enthralled to notice the shift in jaebum’s weight, and the quick space between their arms touching before jaebum’s craning his neck to place his lips quickly on ji yong’s cheek.

his eyes widen for the split second it takes to register jaebum’s lips on his skin– eyes quickly scanning the room habitually before steadying his beating heart. the crowd was swaying in front of them to the music, unaware of the grinning nam jaebum and kang ji yong leaned up against the back wall behind them. ji yong doesn’t look at him, though (he’s slightly embarrassed by his random act of skinship– normally it was ji yong being the spontaneous one). he simply drops his hand beside the other, brushing their pinkies together in tender, fleeting touch. they stay like this for a moment before pinkies finally hook together, dragging their hands back to touch the wall; out of sight. and goddamn ji yong can’t stop that grin from spreading, along with the fluttering in his chest.

well, shit.  

[yfxsoapbox]

computer may or may not have died i may or may not be broke and cant buy the battery until later, this may or may not result in a really generously given hiatus (god bless these admins man) for god knows how long. so i lit can only be here via mobile. 🙁 and to everyone im plotting with/have starters or replies for — i'll get to you as soon as i do open heart surgery w my computer. sorry all!

[yfxjiyong]

he makes him get an account with a small pout, promising that it’ll just be for them. “it’s private, you’ll be the only follower.” it starts off with things he wants to show him-- daehyun is my favourite artist, we should go to the moonassi exhibit sometime; i’m gonna tag the walls with “el barto” for graduationㅋㅋㅋ-- but it inadvertently becomes a photo diary filled with gratuitous selcas and stolen snaps of the other, with cheeky sweet captions for their eyes only.       

[yfxjiyong]

➖ FORELSKET

@yfxjaebum​

( there were days he craved the shore; cerulean tides drawing a deep breath against rocky beach, stretching itself thin until there’s nothing but foam and the scent of salt in the air ) ( it lingers, that scent, as he makes his way down the dirt path away from the pensions; hands in pockets, solemn expression in tow. he’d watched a familiar dark head bob down that same path moments earlier as he leaned against the balcony, watching nam jaebum’s back become smaller and smaller as he made his way down the beach ) 

( he told himself that today he craved the shore )

( the seagulls squawked overhead as he trudged on the rocks slipping underneath his trainers, the once distant hum of the tide whispering against shoreline now a symphony as it crashed on the rocks down below ) ( he doesn’t look at him as he sits down on smooth surface beside him, just looks out at the expanse of cerulean sea stretched out against the horizon, hands still in pockets and a small sniff as the cooling salt air tickles at his nose )

[yfxtaemin]

oi did you steal my bomber jacket? again?

( x )

⊀ kkt ; 남 ⊁ oi did you steal my heart? again?

⊀ kkt ; 남 ⊁ people get their hands cut off when the word stealing is involved in some countries. let’s say borrowed for an indefinite amount of time. 

⊀ kkt ; 남 ⊁ looks better on me anyway.

[yfxtaemin]

SOUL(MATES)*

Jaebum: “You know I’d hate you if I didn’t remotely like you.”  Taemin: “If you hated me, we’d be having the same conversation but with a completely different sentiment.” Jaebum: “Which is why I keep you.” Taemin: “Because I complete you?” Jaebum: “Get the fuck out. Save it for Valentine’s Day.” Taemin: “Man, I love making you uncomfortable.” 

*extra emphasis on the mate

[yfxjiyong]

CRUSHED

@yfxjaebum​

this isn’t something new, he’s done this before:

tip-toeing out of his dorm room at an ungodly hour, stumbling down the corridors with the anticipation of the night prickling at his rosed cheeks the moment black chucks set foot on dewy lawn. he’s not sure what time it was; last he checked the digital clock had been screaming 3:04 AM in blazing red along with the thoughts in his head. there was no way he could get any sleep; he’d spent the hours between twelve and two laying like a plank in his bed, periodically twisting his head to check to see if his roommate had gone to sleep yet (he had half a mind to chastise kim bobby for his terrible sleeping habits, but he was too busy pretending to be asleep).

petrichor emanates from the blades of grass with every step, settling a small smile on the edge of ji yong’s lips. at an hour where everything seemed so dead, he’s never felt more a l i v e. there’s a jolt to his step, every time his heel plants to the earth he feels a vibration dance up and down his spine, smile widening. sneaking out of his dorm room wasn’t something new, but this was: this direction he’s taking--  when he should be turning left he’s going right, right down the path to cheong ryong.

he’s done it before but the intent had been different the last time. last time, he had a spray can in one hand and a hell-bent thirst for some petty vengeance permeating his mind (now, the only thing that permeates is the pleasant smell from the grass after the first rain of june, and the warmth he feels spreading across his cheeks albeit the chilly air).

this he’s not used to: 

this unknown beating in his chest that won’t quit; it causes kang ji yong to walk across the grounds with his hand clutching his sweater on his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins. it was the same feeling he had earlier that day when the words “meet me later” had slipped from nam jaebum’s lips– they were barely a whisper, muffled by his cheek on ji yong’s shoulder. and the adrenaline is only pumping faster when he halts in his tracks, right in front of the aforementioned nam jaebum’s bedroom window.

steadying himself, ji yong scoops up a few rocks from the shrubbery below, rattling them between his palms before tossing them to tap tap tap on the window pane. expectantly, he’s on his toes: peering over to make a shadow through the glass, and his heart races.

the digital bright red is shouting 3:26 AM.