"Move over Kris, you're too tall!"

Multi-muse KRP blog, check the muses page for available muses and short descriptions for each. Blog is multi-muse, all relationships are to be considered products of their own individual universe and do not overlap unless otherwise specified. Blog is...

[whichoneareyouagain]

i left you when things in my life were kind of going south and i know it's been at least a year or something by now but i wanted to apologize, because that was unfair of me to do to you. im sorry for having to stay anonymous but i??? yeah, take care

i know its been over three months since you sent this, and im pretty much on an indefinite hiatus here now, but if this is who i think it is... i never held that against you. i told you i wouldn't. i told you that you could leave me and that it would be okay because regardless of my feelings it was more important for you to take care of yourself. i still believe that. if all you wanted to do was give this closure, i respect that. but if you ever want to catch up, i won't say no.

[whichoneareyouagain]

(( im rly sorry to anyone trying to message me via im rn its not showing me any messages :||||||

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@healxngunicorn | continued from here

      Chanyeol stopped dead in the doorway, eyes glued to the bed and the figure laying on top of it as another sound echoed through the otherwise silent room. Yixing didn’t seem to have heard him come in, so he quietly shut the door behind him. His mind screamed at him to bolt back out but he was entranced, swallowing hard as he watched the elder’s finger disappear inside himself. This is wrong, he thought to himself. This was a huge invasion of privacy and was definitely crossing a number of lines. Not to mention they were groupmates.

      Yixing let out a particularly loud noise and Chanyeol shuddered, a low groan of “hyung” leaving his mouth in response. He tensed as it echoed back to him. There was no way Yixing hadn’t heard it. He was going to look over and see him standing there like a fucking creeper with a god damn hardon clearly visible in his now too tight jeans.

[electricmxnd]

      “I used to say that when I was 15.”  She comments, hand reaching up to cover her mouth and stop herself from giggling. She couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Even if she thought he was funny and quite endearing, though a dork. “Your fans tell you that?” A pause. “Well then…I guess I’ll admit they’re right. You are a meme. I guess taking that into account you could potentially make a good meme.”     Her hand moves to rest on his thigh, patting him lightly and shaking her head dramatically, sighing out. “Poor baby, you can’t take the heat of a macaw and a bit of hair on your clothes. Must be so hard to be Kris Wu.” She shifted though, moving closer to him and flopping back against him. He was warm. She was cold. Common knowledge states those who are cold will gravitate to those who are warm.  “I guess the question is if you’re sooo unsatified, why are you still here?”

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      “The best meme.” He whispers, partially to himself. He refuses to let this issue go. He will find a way to bring it back up in the near future and prove his point. He will. But for now, datefriend.

      He pouts exaggeratedly but pulls a face when it lets stray hair into his mouth. Gross. “Who said I was unsatisfied? Maybe I like Macaws telling me I have a dumb face and having to pull dozens of two-foot-long hairs out of every single article of clothing I possess.” Kris wraps his arms around her waist and pulls them both to lie on their backs on the soft duvet neither had bothered to roll down when they got home. He carefully avoids laying on any electronics in the near vicinity. He does however hit his head on the headboard. “Ouch.”

[whichoneareyouagain]

@electricmxnd

      “Comic Sans is unironically the pinnacle of computer fonts.” He says, balefully eyeing the laptop as it is taken from his slack grip and relocated. “I’d make the best memes. I read on the internet all the time that I am one.”

      Kris presses his face into the back of her head, having to bend his back pretty impressively and getting only a faceful of hair for his troubles. “You’re just jealous because my memes would be revolutionary. Transcendent. They’d go down in meme history. Why are you stifling my dreams. What am I getting out of this arrangement besides rude birds and your hair in all my clothes.”

[the2heartlessbeings]

Reblog if your 18+

AND DON’T LIE.

[whichoneareyouagain]

@rebecca-thatfangirl

“My-? Oh!” He chuckled- it was more of giggle, but grown men do not giggle- and ducked his head shyly. Chanyeol brought a hand up to card through his hair a couple times and wiggled back and forth once more, morphing into a tight sway-pivot kind of thing. He just liked to move a lot really. “Aha, well thank you. And I don’t mind you taking my picture, so long as you made me look good.” He jokes lightly, biting his lip to keep from grinning even more like an idiot. He resists the urge to blurt out a “you’re really cute too” and mentally pats himself on the back. Smooth, Chanyeol, smooth.

[whichoneareyouagain]

Rebecca smiled from behind her camera, sneakily taking pictures of the tall boy with cute ears. Afterwards, the feeling of guilt hits her for not asking permission. After an internal debate about approaching him, she does. The photographer gathers her courage and taps him on the shoulder, putting on a shy smile. "E-excuse me, sir?"

Chanyeol turned to the voice, only to have to pause and let his gaze slowly slide down. You’d think he’d have gotten used to his nearly ridiculous height by now but having Jongin and Sehun around had spoiled him so he’d grown used to being able to look people in the eye fairly easily. He grins brightly down at her, taking in the sight of her camera with a little tilt of the head. “Yes? Can I help you with something?” She’s petite, cute, and he can’t help the little wiggle he does where he stands. He’s really weak for cute things okay?

[whichoneareyouagain]

@alovelybunchofidiots

      Minho continued leaning on the wall for a second, eyebrow raised what he hoped was seductively until he couldn’t take it anymore and grinned wide, giggling as he leaned forward to attack himself to Key. “Hyuuung~!” He trilled in his not-quite-baritone voice, ignoring the fact that they were the same age for the time being. “I missed you so much!” He pulled away gasping and looked Key in the eyes.

      “Oh my god did I wake you up? I didn’t wake you up did I?” He gasped again, over-dramatically, and threw himself into Kibum’s arms once again. “I’m so sorry! You must hate me! I’m an awful friend! The worst!” Minho wailed, burying his face in Kibum’s shoulder. It was entirely obvious that whatever he’d had it was far too much. “C-can you ever forgive me?” The taller hiccuped in distress. “P-Please, I couldn’t l-live wi-ith myself if y-you hated me!”

      He clung to Key in a desperate attempt to- to what? Make him see reason? Convince him of his remorse? Either way, he wasn’t letting go.

[alovelybunchofidiots-deactivate]

    He clutched the phone tightly in his hand when he saw the response, body curling up into a pathetic ball. The tears were just flowing freely now, trailing down his face and absorbing into the knees of his jeans. Wet splotches slowly started to form in them, his fingers running through his hair to push it out of his face. It didn’t stop it from falling right back into place, covering his eyesight. It was also entirely messy, brown locks absolutely frizzed and knotted on his head looking like he had just woken up.     All the lights in his room were out, the space being illuminated by the quiet movie playing in the background. Other than that it was pitch dark. It kind of accurately described how he felt in this moment. Everything sucked and everything was dark besides that one single light that was his best friend. His best friend that he’s known ever since elementary school and has been with him through practically every single step of his life and important moments. He trusted him more than he trusted anyone else. Which is why he was the only one he wanted here with him, even if Chanyeol had asked him what was up when he had gotten home.    Krystal. Krystal. Krystal. She had wanted to see him today after class, wanted to talk about something and Jongin figured it wasn’t a big deal but oh he was so very wrong. She looked so sad, her eyes water-y and when he asked what was wrong she just shook her head saying stuff like ‘nothing’s wrong’ and ‘it was gonna happen anyway.’ She dropped the bomb not soon after, with quiet apologies and a simple ‘I think we should break up.’ Jongin couldn’t even bare to ask her why so all he did was stare shocked with his mouth open. He left after that, never turning back and trying with all his might not to cry. Which he succeeded up until now.    Jostled out of his thoughts his red rimmed eyes shifted towards the person who joined him in bed, seeing the one and only Kyungsoo. It was just then that his eyes watered again, his teeth sinking down into his bottom lip so that he didn’t release a single sound. It didn’t stop a soft whimper in the back of his throat. 

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     Kyungsoo glances up at the lack of response and sighs, usually that kind of complaint would get even a small laugh out of the younger but he supposed now wasn’t really the time for laughing anyway. He slowly wiggles his way up the bed until his chest is flush against Jongin’s back and then wraps an arm around his waist. His other hand finds its way into Jongin’s hair where he softly scratches at his scalp in soothing motions with his dull nails.

     They were kind of technically spooning but at the same time neither of them is totally unused to this position. When they were younger Jongin often came down with sudden and intense fevers while Kyungsoo was spending the night at his house. After confirming with his mother that they were not in fact any virus and Jongin was just prone to bad fevers, Kyungsoo took to snuggling the younger boy so he wouldn’t freeze while his body was trying to overbalance the temperatures. They also ended up like this after particularly sad movies (Breaking Dawn had been awful on both of them, but Kyungsoo held up much better than Jongin with his open sniffling).

     They rarely talked during these moments because of all the things that Do Kyungsoo is, he isn’t much of a conversationalist. So the elder simply did what he normally did, sang lightly under his breath with one hand splayed over Jongin’s chest and the other softly carding through his hair. “Don’t hesitate another minute please take away my heart. Yes, the sharper the better, the night that even the moon has closed her eyes. If it were any other man, if it were a single verse taken from a comedy. Burn all the scars you’ve exchanged for that love, baby don’t cry tonight after the darkness passes. Baby don’t cry, tonight it’ll become as if it never happened. You’re not the one to disappear into foam, something you never should’ve known. So baby don’t cry cry, my love will protect you.”

     Slowly, his clammy forehead came to rest against the back of Jongin’s neck. The song was one he normally wouldn’t think twice about, but the lyrics almost stuck in his throat a few times. His own eyes slowly but silently filled with tears, his voice staying steady only through sheer willpower and a slight miracle. He could pass them off as sweat if need be, it was all over him. They sluggishly dripped onto the sheets below him, but he only continued singing, careful not to alert Jongin.

[tahyns]

body appreciation: jeon jungkook

[alovelybunchofidiots-deactivate]

[TXT; Kyungsoo]: I don’t [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I guess you’re right about that [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I just wish the dice didn’t hate me [TXT; Kyungsoo]: Because I feel like it didn’t really fall my way to begin with [TXT; Kyungsoo]: Like I knew it wasn’t going to work out because why on earth would she like me [TXT; Kyungsoo]: After I liked her for so long [TXT; Kyungsoo]: And turns out I was right [TXT; Kyungsoo]: She only gave me a chance because she felt sorry for me [TXT; Kyungsoo]: It hurts so bad [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I just want alcohol and dumb movies     Tears fell, welled up in his eyes and slid down his face hitting the bottle of alcohol he held tightly in one hand. He raised his arm, rubbing his eyes violently with it trying to fight off his body from making him cry. He was doing well. But he failed. He didn’t want to be alone. With one hand, through teary eyes he begged through text, unsure if the words were even spelled right. [TXT; Kyungsoo]: And I wnt you [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I dno’t want to wait for tomrrow [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I want you nwo

[whichoneareyouagain]

      Kyungsoo feels more than hears the way he chokes up at Jongin’s response. Because that’s him, Jongin just described him to himself. If he was looking for a sign that pursuing Jongin was a bad idea, that was it right there. There it was, in plain words, why he should give up on Jongin right now. But Kyungsoo’s always been a little stupid.

[text: jongin] ill be there in ten minutes

      He hardly has the presence of mind to yell at Yixing that he’s leaving, just barely managing to grab his wallet as he shoves his phone into his jeans. The freezing November air hits him as soon as he steps out of the C buildin. Jongin was in G, which was almost all the way across campus. He contemplates running back in to get his jacket but that would mean running back up four flights of stairs because the elevator just had to break down in the middle of winter. Regardless it would take too long, so he just settles for running at top speed across the courtyard.

      So “top speed” is kind of a misleading name, Kyungsoo is a business economics major who hasn’t taken PE in close to three years so his top speed is about a mile an hour if he’s lucky. Still, he manages to get to G in five minutes, and it only takes him another five to reach Jongin’s room on the second floor. He praises whatever deity he can think of that Chanyeol and Jongin don’t live on one of the higher floors, their building is twice as big as his and Yixing’s and if he had to climb that many stairs he would literally die.

      He lets himself into their dorm like usual, bypassing Chanyeol’s open door to go straight to Jongin’s and studiously ignoring Chanyeol’s shout of “where’s Yixing”. Kyungsoo flops onto Jongin’s bed, simultaneously shivering and sweating from his brisk run through the freezing courtyard in nothing but jeans and a grey v-neck t-shirt. He nudged Jongin’s knee where it rested near his shoulder. “Okay, so maybe fifteen. I feel like my lung is going to burst.”

[alovelybunchofidiots-deactivate]

[TXT; Kyungsoo]: Come on  [TXT; Kyungsoo]: Towards both things. [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I don’t need to be looked after like a child [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I’m fine.

[A minute pause in texts]

[TXT; Kyungsoo]: I guess she had reasons for breaking up with me [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I guess [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I hate myself right now.

[whichoneareyouagain]

[text: jongin] okay okay that was unfair of me [text: jongin] im still coming over [text: jongin] tradition ya know

[a small pause]

[text: jongin] i understand [text: jongin] obviously not completely because ive never dated anyone [text: jongin] but the truth is you arent and cannot be responsible for how someone else feels about you [text: jongin] the dice just fall wherever and you have to accept that [text: jongin] just because he doesnt feel that way for you doesnt mean you did anything wrong [text: jongin] *she [text: jongin] just let me be there for you [text: jongin] i know you can take care of yourself [text: jongin] but im also your bestfriend [text: jongin] its my job to make sure you dont deal with things like this alone

Kyungsoo has to physically put down his phone for a second to scrub at his face, glad Yixing isn’t in the room right now. He’s not crying but he doesn’t look the most collected right now either.

[kimjxdae]

[text]: wait, a zombie apocalypse?? are you suggesting a zombie would throw a cactus at my face? i feel like i would be the first one eaten in a zombie apocalypse honestly.  [text]: wAIT. WHAT IF THE ZOMBIES THROW THE CACTUS AT MY FACE TO DISTRACT ME SO THEY CAN THEN EAT ME???/..??? [text]: that’s not very nice. they don’t sound like nice people. i would beat them up for you if i could, but at least you didn’t go to gym. i hated gym. also two lunches doesn’t sound too bad, but then again it was school food so

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[text: dae by dae] dont worry ill protect you from the cactus throwing zombies [text: dae by dae] ill like saw off my own arm and attach a chainsaw to it [text: dae by dae] is that a legitimate procedure i can get done tho because i totally would [text: dae by dae] there was a convenience store like right around the corner that i walked to so it was convenience store sandwiches but those were also kind of iffy

[alovelybunchofidiots-deactivate]

[TXT; Kyungsoo]:  It means my girlfriend broke up with me and everything sucks [TXT; Kyungsoo]: except for this alcohol [TXT; Kyungsoo]: And pirates of the Caribbean  [TXT; Kyungsoo]: no dont [TXT; Kyungsoo]: ill look like garbage

[whichoneareyouagain]

[text: jongin] krystal was a bitch [text: jongin] i mean thats rough buddy [text: jongin] please at least drink some water and eat something [text: jongin] too late i already told yixing and hes gonna make soup for you [text: jongin] but srsly you deserve better [text: jongin !!!FAILED TO SEND!!!] like me [text: jongin] maybe its a sign

[whichoneareyouagain]

kimjxdae replied to your post:[text]:I wouldn't know what to do. You never...

[text]: It’s so weird having to prepare for something like that…but I will improve my ducking skills 100%. [text]:oh no…that sounds…awful, to say the least.

[text: dae by dae] you never know what will happen in a zombie apocalypse [text: dae by dae] it wasnt so bad i got out of gym a lot because the coach felt bad [text: dae by dae] which meant two lunches because my gym period was at noon lmao

[alovelybunchofidiots-deactivate]

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[TXT; Kyungsoo]: No one [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I got it myself [TXT; Kyungsoo]: Besides might as well feel good before it all hits me, right? [TXT; Kyungsoo]: I’ll take care of it myself. [TXT; Kyungsoo]: Rawr

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[text: jongin] what does that even mean [text: jongin] you most certainly will not you will puke all down the side of your bed and chanyeol will leave you there to rot [text: jongin] im coming over tomorrow and bringing yixing