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HOME;RUN Relay Dance

Listen, I have no hate in my heart towards THE8 or Jun at all! But I’m really wondering if those boys don’t just have eternal free range of the Seventeen instagram account 😂 like wtf?

#it’s THE8 photo shoot central #and jun is there a lot too #these two run the Instagram #it’s okay though #I love them too #seventeen #Kpop #junhui #THE8 #minghao

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FEAR - MINGYU

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S.Coups: call my cheeks chubby one more time!

warmau

seungcheol tastes a little like lime, sometimes his kisses kind of spritz at your lips and you find yourself pulling back at the shot of electricity that runs up your spine. he always blinks slow when you do, a three of four second delay till his smile blossoms and he pulls you back into him. you like it though, you think the first couple of times that it’s static from your sweater - a misplaced moment of friction. no, it’s just a part of seungcheol’s charm. citrusy surprise that melts after a while and you look forward to it when you lean in. seungcheol has the kind of kisses that you wouldn’t grow tired of even if you had to kiss him for a thousand years.

jeonghan kisses in waves, the intensity can wash over you like a tsunami thats built up its power and knock you backward against the white of his sheets or the gentleness can feel like the first dip of your feet into still, warm waters - familiar and serene. his expression doesn’t always let you know which one you will get but you’re more than happy with either. you brush his hair from his face and he stares up into your eyes where the browns almost look like the murky undertow below the sand. you kiss him first and his laugh against your lips is like seabreeze.

joshua mutters into the skin of your neck that you should stop him, he’s feeling delirious with love right now even though its embarrassing to admit and you grip the fabric of his tshirt and nudge him a little to let him know that you’re not afraid of what he wants to do. joshua’s teeth feel dull when they sink in a little, like a kitten nip and nothing more. the top of his hair is messy, you let your eyes trace down his golden skin as his tongue makes a small line to your jaw. you smell honey from his shampoo, one of his hands settles on the small of your back. you close your eyes and feel joshua’s restraint unravel in shudders. when his lips meet yours they’re warm and something just a step away from sweet.

junhui’s laugh is soft and small when you nuzzle your nose against the base of his collar and tighten your hands around his neck. usually the sound is loud, bold and echoing - but the tickle of your body heat against his has made him sort of lose that edge in the fluffy comfort of the warmth. you close your eyes and your eyelashes make him chuckle again - you feel his body move a little with the noise, but you just curl into him again. his hand supports your waist, the other is wrapped around your ankle, tracing circles around it. he has a fresh laundry smell - but theres something on his skin too. you breath it in, you don’t know how to describe it. he keeps his eyes focused on the TV in front but every now and then he tightens his hold a little on your ankle - moves his hand up and toward your thigh. you kind of wait for something, but junhui moves at his own pace. you’re fine with that though, after all taking it slow means you get to cherish it more.

warmau

soonyoung makes everything go blurry, but in a way that makes you feel like you and him are at the bottom of a swimming pool on the hottest day of summer and the world and all it’s problems are up above you - safely far away and somewhere past the swirl of blues. down in the still water it’s just him, with his hands on either of your hips, keeping you close and near, making sure you don’t float to the top. his mouth is pressed to yours and you think you don’t even need to breathe again - not when you’re with him. you can both stay alive on the sheer presence of the other. soonyoung’s hardly ever so quiet like he is when you’re kissing, you think he’d have something to say between them, but he wants you so much that he doesn’t waste a second on words that couldn’t ever encompass just how much you are everything he’s ever wanted.

wonwoo blinks back the glassy look that’s settled over the deep amber of his eyes when you pull back and drum your thumb against his cheek. he must have drank coffee before you came over, there’s a bit of an aftertaste whenever your lips part and you don’t mind it - you just think it’s starting to be one of those little details you associate with him, like his mannerisms and tendency to stumble into small mistakes. he keeps one hand under the hem of your shirt, warm and big on your back, the others lazily thrown over the sofa as he waits for you to lean back in or tell him what you want to do next. you like that about him, he likes when you lead. your thumb moves to his lips and you kind of think about tapping so he’ll open up but you decide against it. you tell him he has coffee breath and giggle when he a pink comes to life on his cheeks. you reassure him though, you really don’t really mind it.

jihoon pretends like he isn’t staring, he always does this as if one day you’re going to up and believe him. the silly part is that jihoon is a bad liar and he’s an even worse actor so when you walk around his studio with your shirt sliding off one of your shoulders and your hair all a mess like you’ve just gotten out of bed jihoon does look. he looks a lot. and it takes a lot out of you not to tease him for it mercilessly. you do a round or two around the room and tinker with things that hold your interest till finally you’re leaning over jihoon’s keyboard for the stash of wrapped candy he has behind one of the monitors. his hand wraps around your wrist and he tells you you can’t have any, you ask him trying hard not to laugh, “do you have anything sweeter?” he sighs, but you know that’s just another cover up, because his other hand switches the computer to sleep mode and then pulls you in before the desktop can even dim.

seokmin’s kisses are like glitter, glitter and cherries and pops of strawberry cheesecake. he’s so overwhelmingly affectionate and sweet that you sometimes think too much of him might be bad for you - but you don’t care. if being tangled up in a flurry of his lips gives you a mouth full of cavities then you’ll just have to look into getting a good dental plan. you tell him that once and you think he doesn’t stop laughing about it for days. but beyond the honey, peach, mango, starburst dream that he is - there is a side to seokmin that’s dizzingly strong and serious. his mouth is lovely, his face angelic, but then he whispers against the nape of your neck that you’re his universe, you are a part of him so much more important than any other. the rawness of his emotions crack open into the little space that’s between your bodies and that cotton candy feeling swells into something completely different. seokmins kisses go from light and free to feeling like fire that scorches an everlasting promise into your skin. but it doesn’t hurt, the intensity just leaves you feeling dizzy at the doorstep of heaven.