PSEUDOVISION

& you hold in your hands, my rabbit heart, it quivers. eat it.

[yfxkanon]

hello!! your friendly mascot is back (go jaguars hohohoh) and looking for more plots!! i actually haven’t gotten around to updating much, but as per usual her about page is here and plots are here so please check those out if you’re interested (or like this and i’ll come by and check your pages out!!) — anw welcome welcome to all of our new members, hopefully i’ll be able to rp w you all in the future 💕💕💕

[yfxkanon]

Why do you insist on scaring me every time we meet

[ ♡ ] — “oh—!!” but it’s so fun. “those are happy accidents, haesoo-sshi! i’m terribly sorry though...” cue sheepish grin.

[askboxmemes]

Honest hour. Nothing will be deleted. Just come and ask.

[yfchanhwi]

Game Over

It’s no secret that Kim Chanhwi isn’t exactly the most enthusiastic and excited volleyball player. He really couldn’t care for the game. He only joined the team to make his asshole of a father happy and even that didn’t work. Even when his father got arrested and sent to prison, Chanhwi remained on the team. Why? He simply couldn’t be fucked quitting.

Today’s game was an important one. It was a showdown between Sunhwa Academy and their rival school. It was al down to Chanhwi. He would have the last serve before the end of the game. Five minutes were left on the clock. Chanhwi breathed deeply as he went to prepare for the serve. Everything was going well until someone knocked him, causing him to lose his perfect serve. The ball flew too far to the left which led the ball to land out of bounds.

It was all over. 

Was Chanhwi pleased? Far from it. He made it his mission when the game ended to find the mascot who had knocked him and give them a piece of his mind. He didn’t care. He was pissed and they had caused him to lose the game. He’d make sure they’d pay.

[yfxkanon]

ACCIDENTS happen.

More so often than not when it comes to Kanon, and even more so when it comes to playing her part as the school mascot. No doubt, it was an important role, one that Kanon tries to take as seriously as possible, but there was only so much she could do with added weight on her thin frame. Really, that head was fucking heavy.

As luck will have it, the second year fucks up again. Monumentally, this time, costing the school a loss in their season—but did it matter? according to the cheerleading team, only baseball and soccer really mattered in South Korea—and leaving Kanon bummed and upset nonetheless.

She had been bowing furiously by the time the bell signaled the end of the game, apology after apology slipping past as she greeted the members, most of which seemed forgiving enough—but she wasn’t too sure, people tend to lie to her face (and expected her to accept it). 

Even so, the transfer student is quick to scurry off to the locker room, already working to lift the giant head off her.

[stability]

[yfkangjin]

wild things,

@yfxkanon

( ❛ itineraries were mere suggestions and were not meant to be followed. he had signed up for events and the second he had set foot on the island, he had made up his mind and had wanted to ditch them. he would have succeeded if he hadn’t stepped out of his bedroom when the nurse, their chaperone, had arrived at the pension. he had been already dressed, camera in hand and ready to head to breakfast before he headed towards his destination. but now he found himself on a path of the ordinary, missing his camera since the hike was to enjoy nature, to become one with nature, which seo kangjin knew nothing about considering his mind was unable to be put on pause and enjoy the trees when he saw a deer. was no one seeing the deer? wait, nevermind. the deer was gone and so was his group. ) perfect. ( ❛ he catches a glimpse of white shirt from the corner of his eyes and notices the familiar figure, who had been in the same hiking group as him since he had been trying to read the words on the back of her shirt but the font was too small and he had been too lazy to step closer. he decided in that moment that the wisest decision was to follow the girl, considering she probably knew in what direction the group had gone. but had he known who the girl was, he would have walked the opposite direction. for kanon was trouble and she had a secret vendetta against all his precious clothing. )  

[yfxkanon]

       [ ♡ ] — ( * she was a girl on a mission. wild embodied in the way her eyes shine, glinted with mischief the moment she spot from afar the tallest cliff over the clear seas. kanon knew what she had to do. not that she had to—well, actually, she did have to.

and so she was off, distancing from the group she hiked up with her own agenda in mind. kanon only had eyes for the cliff before her anyway.

it didn’t take long to arrive to the destination, heart soaring and steps light, kanon is too eager to get started, though finds herself halted when another's presence makes himself apparent. and she turns, coming eye to eye with seo kangjin. )

eh? what are you doing here?

( * admittedly, there is the slightest bit of dumbfounded on her features, being so caught up in her own thoughts, her own excitement and mounting adrenaline, kanon had barely even noticed the cheong ryong following behind. so she's left squinting in the sun, hand resting gingerly on a cocked hip. )

are you stalking me, kangjin-sshi?

[yfmei-deactivated20160807]

lightweight —

oh, this was likely to end very, very, very badly. but by her fourth drink, well, let’s just say any inhibitions she have had were completely thrown out of the window.

mei didn’t drink and that much was clear by the fact that one drink reduced her to a giggling mess. the most she could say she’d ever had before was the occasional sip or two of wine at one of her parents’ hoity toity dinner parties. why she’d thought it was a good idea to get completely shit-faced, and at a school function no less, for christ’s sake, was beyond her.

“so… pretty.” she’s staring kanon dead in the face, fingers reaching out to barely stroke a smooth cheek. the warmth in her belly is slowly spreading into her limbs and a dopey grin becomes ever present on her lips. “did you– did you know that?” her lips are dry and she tries to moisten them with an equally dry tongue. “…that you’re–” she swallows thickly, “pretty?”

curiously, brown eyes trail along a milky complexion and commit even the most minute of details to memory. she counts the girl’s lashes and thinks that the pinkness of her cheek reminds her almost of cotton candy. mei’s hands grip her own arms as she hugs herself to keep from touching the other. it’s just that kanon seems so soft, supple, and mei wants to find out for herself if it’s true.

her embarrassment has her covering her face suddenly and giggling into her palms. she would have never been saying these things had she been in the proper state of mind.

“i think i had too much, pft,” brilliant deduction, watson! “can i have ‘nother?” her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she grins, body leaning forward and bringing her even closer to kanon. gaze drops briefly to kanon’s lips – what a pretty cupid’s bow – before jumping back up to meet hers. “pretty please?”

don’t people say that drunken words equal sober thoughts?

[yfxkanon]

NATURALLY, parties were in order when it came to school getaways.

kanon was no exception to the norm, of course, the second year was quite possibly sin personified when it came to partying – never the one to back down from a good party, good company, and good ol' intoxication. usually, she'd go all out, usually, she'd reach a point where last night's memories are a complete loss, regret locked away in a corner of the mind that the sober conscience does not remember.

but for now, for tonight, the transfer student decidedly opted to /not/ go too wild.

or rather, the decision was made for her. or rather, zhou meixiu didn't exactly gave her much of a choice.

now, she's very much aware of how alcohol works on the mind, the inhibitions it coaxes out of pandora's box, most of which are ones true to what the heart wants. and most of the time, kanon finds herself in situations like this.

caught in a gaze that she's much too familiar with by a girl that previously ( as far as she knows ) isn't known for this kind of interest.

and maybe she's a little too buzzed to care. and maybe she's a little too eager to shy away.

it is in her nature, after all, hanabusa kanon with her shining eyes, honey tongue, and hungry heart.

"i——thank you?" amusement colors fair features, words slightly slurred as kanon notes with growing gaiety the arraying shifts in her peer's demeanor, the chinese girl being about two shots away from being completely plastered. "you don't drink often, do you, mei? are you doing okay?" if anything kanon tries her best to be helpful even with the laugh that slips past, slender fingers reaching out to curl over the giggling girl's shoulder gently to hold her still.

by now, she's felt a bit of responsibility. by now, she's sure that mei will implode if she's left alone.

"i don't think it'll be good for you," kanon laughs, eyes meeting the girl's with a teasing grin, arm slipping around her shoulders in a movement casual. she's never been shy from the likes of physical affection anyway, drunk or not. "we could get you some punch instead?"

carefully, she watches her, well aware of the way mei gaze flickers, from her lips to her eyes, and the expression ( curiosity, want ) that plays on her cute face.

really, mind hazed by the few drinks prior herself, kanon can't even help it.

"any more," she starts, devious almost in the way she daringly inches closer, free hand lifting to run her fingers through the other's hair absently, near crooning the words that slip forth. "and you're going to do something you regret, mei."

something we'll both enjoy.

[yfxkanon]

❏ SUMMER NIGHTS

[pyrrhickid]

Daehwan can’t help it.

He simply nods, understanding what she’s trying to say but not exactly willing to tell her the precise reason as to why he feels so heavy. His pulse is at his temples, pounding for a mad escape. There’s no question as to why he simply says he’s okay, considering she’s standing there in front of him.

She must know, there’s no way she’s oblivious to it.

The way she pulls him in. How he suddenly feels like he’s completely at ease, where the headache runs down to his stomach - making it churn slightly when he catches sight of her. But when she’s so near, his skin feels like fire.

And she’s brave enough to touch it.

Granted, the formal ending after his name leaves him somewhat disappointed. But her grasp is what gives him the courage to walk right behind her, letting her lead and pull him to the cool breeze and open sky. She reflects the very beauty of their surroundings, as he watches her take in the sunset and breathe out the soothing breeze. 

He looks down at himself, though her question was followed by her answer.

And somewhere in between the transition, he follows her with his fingers intertwined with hers. A comforting grasp as he walks beside the sunset, the night held hands with the most beautiful part of the day. Though he looked at her for a moment, just to exert a seemingly shy expression, he then looked away at the ocean’s sonata and fugue. Each wave a singular part in orchestrating nature at its finest, he’s lost in it all as he keeps his grip tight yet still somewhat loose. So difficult to explain, but so common to those that meet someone of their fancy. 

“ Last time I was here, I must have been seven years old. ” He didn’t know whether he spoke to himself, or to Kanon. The low murmur was to the breeze, to take it away as he remembered his mother’s smile and his father’s booming laugh. It caused for the night to playfully tug at the sunset’s grip, “ You know, I think I remember telling you to use banmal. ”

Now his eyes met hers, her pretty smile worth a thousand glances. All as she guided him without stating a destination and yet he remained comfortable in her reins. Somewhat unafraid, since Daehwan knew very well that he was in her good hands.

[yfxkanon]

  [ ♡ ] — EROS burns her.  

God, does it burn. Love, in its infinite deviousness, pushing and pulling, giving and taking, teasing, always teasing. Kanon has only a surface taste and yet she is hooked, line and sinker. and yet she is obsessed, mindlessly chasing after the fluttering butterflies from the pits of her stomach. and yet she is fooled, aching for sensations naive youth cannot explain, an emotion she doesn’t fully comprehend but tricks herself into thinking so otherwise.

So she “loves” just as hard. So she hurts just as much.

You would think she’d know self preservation by now. But a child who cannot love others properly can barely love herself.

With striking familiarity, Kanon recognizes with Daehwan’s fingers between hers ( fitted perfectly as if it was meant to be like this ) the skip in beat her heart takes as a foreboding sign of another merciless cycle of burning. A sign that Kanon ignores entirely, ever the optimistic fool, she’s far more fixated on the now. On Jeon Daehwan’s shy eyes and kissable dimple, yes, it seems almost incapable of her to think of anything else. 

“Yeah? Is it still the same?” Kanon poses her question curiously, having heard him--attentiveness a shining trait in a child once outcast, it never mattered anymore if anyone heard her, but she’ll always make sure to hear them--as her steps slow to follow in tow with his, opting for better proximity for a conversation, despite the way her heart beats and her fingers warm; you’d think, by now, she’s used to this sort of thing.

But she’s not. But how can any human be used to Aphrodite’s tender touch?

“I--” She starts, eyes flicking away almost guiltily. Yes, she thinks she remembers just as much as he does, yet Kanon is unable to come up with a logical reason why -- other than an inherent need to just use formalities whenever she comes face to face with the third year and remembers the day in the locker room. Embarrassing.

“Did you?” Kanon plays dumb anyhow, mustering a sheepish grin as her fingers squeeze his, glancing around absently before deciding on a particular trail leading away from the pension and into the “wilderness”. As close as mapped walking paths of Jeju ( that she had studied ) gets to wilderness, anyway. 

“I must have forgotten, I’m sorry.” The Japanese native sneaks a playful glance, stepping close to bump her hip against his playfully. “But I’m used to formal speech—the third years seem to prefer it...” which in that case “ah, should I call you sunbae instead?” Though teasing, the question is genuine, at least, round eyes imploring while entwined hands swing back and forth absently between them, bringing a small pleased flush to her cheeks.

As always with him, merriment comes too easy.

“It’s going to be a bit of a walk, okay? But! It’ll be worth it—trust me, if not, I...buy you breakfast!"

[ga-kyi]

[yfxkanon]

❏ SUMMER NIGHTS

[pyrrhickid]

Three hours.

He was never a good one for travel when it came to sleep. A new bed, new sounds, new environment, new sensory details, yadda yadda. He remembered the light blue of numbers that formed 2:49 AM, 3:50 AM, and 4:37 AM. 

By the third hour, he kicked his legs over the bed and put on his jeans and a t-shirt. His hoodie under his arm, keys in his front pocket, and phone in his back. He left Jaewook to sleep, after all, he deserved it. Daehwan wanted to see what it would mean to lose the blue pill, for one night. It left him unable to even lie down until the most ungodly hours of the day.

He spent some of it with hot coffee, some more with Youtube, another bit with the early birds, and then he found himself wanting to nap throughout the day. With heavy steps under long legs, in jeans that were manually torn at the knees, he headed to the pension. Under two layers, the kiss of the breeze sent chills down his back and core. His hair, natural frizzy waves just long enough to poke his eyes and tickle his forehead. Though it was all numb, he was out of place and under no protection. He almost felt nothing, at this point.

Until, of course, his eyes met her light brown. A beauty mark just under her eye, as always. Yet it’s still what he first sees, before her rush of color and her pretty hair echoing her movements so perfectly scripted.

“ Kanon-ah, ” His lack of honorifics; he uses it as a silent a mention of being so used to age when he’s the oldest student in the school. They’ve met multiple times before, extensive conversations, whether they were about mascots or books and the ponders of life. Daehwan smiles before shrugging, finding himself almost habitually mirroring her. “ - didn’t sleep well last night. ”

A hand ran through the back of his hair (dear god, he needed a haircut) as he yawned, using the other hand to make a fist and cover his gesture. Though amongst that time he retains the attention towards her, the way her mouth moves when she speaks or how her eyes hold contact so well to almost enchant him into automatically agreeing to her random request.

His hand still remained at his neck as he froze. 

“ Like, right now? ” Daehwan blinked, all of a sudden feeling very awake. “ I, uh - yeah. ”

[yfxkanon]

   [ ♡ ] — DAEHWAN has a way with words.

He really doesn’t, actually, rather it’s as if he has a way with women—but maybe it’s his eyes, because Kanon is the exact kind of lovesick ( sick of love, sick for love ) fool that gets drawn in by the eyes, by light irises and specks of viridescent, by sadness she could almost see if she’d squint, if she’d focus a second harder—if only.

But he has a way. He has a softness, a darkness, a timid familiarity that draws unwavering rabbit hearts like Kanon too close.

Plus his face.

“Oh.” She responds dumbly, brows knitting together slightly as the second year spares a step forward with a flicker of worry across delicate features, leaning up on her toes lightly for a better view. “Are you okay? You’re not—ah—” Her mind blanks on the word entirely with her attention fixated solely on his face, tongue flicking uselessly behind her teeth briefly. “—flight...sick...?”

That was right, wasn’t it?

If she’s honest, though hopeful, Kanon hadn’t expected an answer ( any answer ) to be yes. Hadn’t expected Daehwan to be the type to humor her, especially with the worn state he’s in. But maybe it’s not that bad, maybe he’s not feeling too bad. These words of encouragement ( selfishly used for self-comfort while her stomach fills with glee ) easily dispels the worry playing on her features, brightening up immediately as a small laugh slips out.

“Yeah, right now--it’ll be worth it, Daehwan-sshi. Trust me!” 

Unabashedly in her excitement, Kanon reaches out, lithe fingers sliding around his wrist with a bright grin, positively beaming with his admission and unfurling petals of shy and timid like a sunflower toward its lover, the sun. 

About time, “shy” and Hanabusa Kanon never went together.

“You’re fine to go like this, right? You look fine.” She poses her question despite already well on her way to lead the older out of pension, inhaling the sea air with a hum, giddy as ever. Jeju-do was pretty, everything was pretty even her companion was pretty, there was no reason for this endeavor to go south in any which way. Not when she’s already packed in her bag the necessities.

“Come on, it’s this way.” 

[yfxkanon]

❏ WILD THINGS

    [ ♡ ] — SHE’LL never know better.

A self-loving clever child at least understands the concept once bitten twice shy, understands the concept of learning from their mistakes. And yet Kanon exists, a child born of hopeful Spring, where flowers bloom at her smile and she unfurls her own petals every time when faced with kindness, when faced with fabricated emotions she tricks herself into calling love. 

Oh, she’ll never know better.

Not with love. Not with anything else.

It’s why she’s here, once again, lost. Separated from the group at her own hand, she was the one who wanted a better shot of the interior of the cave, she was the one who wandered off, again, she really shouldn’t be the one to be complaining. But really, Kanon is only the slightest bit pressed, a compelling mix of being both pressed for time to see the Jeju sunset and an itching to explore the cave. 

But, won’t they send someone for her?

Kanon comforts herself like this, fooling herself long enough to make a decision as she moves, skipping off the paved trail for the dark opening, slightly larger than her, that’ll lead (hopefully) to something more interesting.

Honestly, what could go wrong?

[yfxkanon]

❏ SUMMER NIGHTS

    [ ♡ ] — WANDERLUST has her at its mercy. 

Kanon has never been to Jeju-do, if anything most of her travels—back when she had money to travel—revolved around areas of Europe, having a particular taste for exhilarating scenery and monuments. Not to say that South Korea didn’t have any, but interest was never quite there. Of course, things are different now that she’s here — even though it wasn’t by her own will, why not enjoy what South Korea has to offer?

In its food, parties, and scenery. In his its attractive features, charming smiles, and shining eyes. 

Yes, selfishly and indulgently, she will do just that.

Backpack stuffed full of “necessities”, the transfer student set out on her way with the darkening sky, eager legs carrying her out of her shared room and down the stairs of the pension. Had she been less rushed ( the need to see it with her own eyes has her fingers twitching, legs itching, wanderlust engraved into her bones ), she would have considered bringing someone along with her adventure. But who would? 

Kanon didn’t know many, though she very quickly befriended all that she knew ( which quite frankly poses another question because she couldn’t exactly bring everyone ) — none that she was absolutely certain would want to go with her on a hike on one of the scenic trails after dark, crazy as it sounds.

Of course, she doesn’t expect running into Jeon Daehwan at the bottom of the stairs.

“Ah—” Surprise colours her features, pulling the second year to a halt before the older as a soft embarrassed pink heats her cheeks, mind unhelpfully bringing up memories of their last encounter. “Daehwan--s--sshi.” She stutters around the honorific with a small clear of her throat, lips curving pretty anyhow ( admittedly the easiest to please when in the fact that she doesn’t look horrid this time around ).

“Are you heading to bed already?” He surely did look the part. 

And here, she hesitates, toys with the possibilities behind a dancing tongue. And here, she considers the pros and cons of asking.

But what’s the harm? She’s already been embarrassed in front of him one time too many.

So what if it happens again?

“Do you, maybe, want to go on a walk with me?”

[yfxkanon]

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apologies for being a bit slow (okay, like super) at replying to ims but i’ll be getting to those tonight (or tomorrow if i pass out after this)!! but first things first, mt plots! i only have a few thought up for some ~fun scenarios, but anything can be tweaked! please message me if you are interested♡♡♡ note: they’re all written from second pov, so i apologize if they’re confusing! + they’re not too definite, def open for more plotting and so forth!

(economy) you are unfortunate, you poor thing, though the flight to jeju is only an hour long, you have the misfortune of being stuck with the worst flier. be prepared to hold her hand and go off on a tangent to get her mind off emptying breakfast all over your lap.

(oops) yikes, you’ve seem to have mixed up your luggage with another’s -- but thing is, you didn’t have time to unpack till late. luckily, you find a little “return! if found” note inside, among other things, question is, how will you get your own back when it’s already nearing curfew?

(lost) somehow, you’ve drifted off from the scenic trail but by chance, you spot her, footsteps confident and eyes straight ahead, you figure--she must know--and follows without a word. jokes on you, because she’s honestly really just looking for the tallest place to go cliff diving ( ♡__♡ )

(yikes) you’re up late, so you’re the only one that notices it, the girl trailing around outside aimlessly. ask, you’ll see, the ditz that forgot to bring her key to her pension. 

(group bonding) the objective is to build a sand castle. unfortunately, she has the ideas of millions but the talent of none -- but you can make it happen right?

i am open to loads more ideas, but this is all i have right now given the time and how quickly my eyes are closing---ahh!! please tell me if anything interests you guys! thank you &&&& luv yall ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥( ˘ ³˘)♥( ˘ ³˘)♥( ˘ ³˘)♥

[pyrrhickid]

〈 · UKIYO · 〉

[pyrrhickid]

Amongst the addictive and excited state that immersed the two, Daehwan tilted his head slightly.

It was out of pure curiosity, rather than spite or judgement. He stood there, topless and still slightly out of breath yet the person inside of a (probably not ventilated) jaguar suit was telling him that they weren’t hot.

“ C’mon, ” He snorted, a small smirk immersing the illogical response. “ You’re seriously not burning up? ”

A few of his teammates followed in suit, really lackadaisically suggesting that the mascot just lets loose. But something about the mascot, caught the co-captain’s eye. Not only in finding their actions rather amusing, but just simply because he didn’t know who was inside. Though, it didn’t quite take long for him to pick that one out. A teammate came up from behind and removed the mascot head completely, revealing - well, a shocking sight.

She had a single freckle just under her eye, it was (strangely)  the first thing he noticed. She had big eyes that stared back at him like she’d been caught in a wrong-doing, since he just stood there completely frozen.

“ Oh — ” He looked at the others and motioned towards the locker room, then of course, he looked down at himself and suddenly felt a wave of heat rise to his cheeks. “ — uh, sorry. ”

He licked his bottom lip, a nervous habit, as he took the mascot head from his teammate and began to lightly push her out of the locker room and into the hallway. He noticed that, as he thought, the material was incredibly warm.

“ Sorry, about that. You good? ” He nodded towards the flush of her face, behind big eyes and a freckle on her cheek, the bold hue of red and pink taking them both by surprise. Daehwan’s worry was towards the fact that it was a warm spring day and she’d  — 

— oh God.

“ Woah, woah. ” Immediately, Daehwan was grabbing hold of her as her eyes shut and her body fell limp. Worst case scenarios began to flash by him as he dropped the mascot head and tried to pat her cheek (it was far too warm to be considered normal - right?) and grab on to what was left of her conscience. “ Hey, c’mon. C’mon, stay with me. ”

He was left with no choice. As much as his body remained sore from a two hour long game, he put one arm under the back of her knees and the other in support of her upper back and began to quicken his pace towards the nurse. The sight must have been interesting, as he was half naked and she was far too clothed, he carried her through the hallways until he passed the entry to the Ju Jak dormitory.

[yfxkanon]

HOT. It’s getting harder to breathe under the suit.

She had always been neutral when it came to hot weather, caught in the middle of hating and loving, though there was little to love about standing under the spring sun for the duration of a soccer game. Kanon was heated on the field then and she was even heated now, body hot and head light, a mouse jaguar caught in Eden.

Just how was she supposed to get out of here without exposing herself? She won’t.

This, Kanon realizes with a sort of horror when the head lifts and cool musky air greets her—a blow to the face that pales in comparison to the bright (equally shocked) eyes that meets her own. Here, the shame rolls in in fervid waves, the second year well aware of the way her hair sticks to her skin, sweat beading at her temples and mouth slightly agape. 

Honestly, she wasn’t even sure of what she can say.

“I—” The excuse is on the tip of her tongue, held back by the surprise of being nudged out of the locker room as she blinks rapidly, breathing shallow and face growing hotter by the moment. What do you say, Kanon, what can you say? 

Stress mounts at a rapid pace, downright skyrocketing the more she stares at his pretty eyes and remembers the condition of her matted hair, general unattractive exterior, foolish expression, and almost wants to smack herself——why.

“I—” She tries again, unable to find the words and growing more and more embarrassed by the millisecond.

( I, what, Kanon, what? )

Nothing. Absolutely nothing comes to mind in the face of worried eyes and an awkwardly attractive smile. 

Uncharacteristically, her knees buckle, lower lip trembling as her mouth parts for a third attempt at speaking—at reassuring the shirtless male that she was fine. And when nothing comes out—when she’s surely at risk of looking like an absolute idiot, Kanon resorts to the safest measure possible in the spur of the moment--she falls straight into his arms; limp. 

In hindsight, it’s smart, she figures, anything to avoid one on one with a 10 when she is looking far, so far, into the negatives—of course, she doesn’t expect him to pick her up, leaving her with no choice but to continue with the charade—

Limp, as he carries her away from the locker room and leans her into his torso. Limp, as she peeks at him through the veil of her hair and a half opened eye.

           ( Limp, while her heart flutters wild -- what a heartthrob.              —what a scenario worthy of an epic love story. )

Admittedly, she’s thought of nothing else. Not of how to get out of this particular situation, not of how to explain to the nurse that she wasn’t suffering from whatever he thought her to be, not of how this will even end after everything.

Even more so, she doesn’t think about it when her hand lifts to tap against his bare chest for attention, fingers warm and breathing shallow, still hesitant against eye contact as her hand gestures back to Ju Jak’s dormitory.

“H——hyakuichi.”

[yfxkanon]

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eight. kissing their neck

OLD habits die the hardest.

Inebriation hand in hand with carnal sin that interlocks around a rabbit heart. Whether it’s in Seoul or Tokyo, Kanon still finds the most fun in being buzzed--where everything can be seen through rose colored glasses and endorphins are kicking in into overdrive.

What she means is, it’s always better to be drunk than sober.What she means is, it’s always better not being able to think.

But carefreeness easily bleeds into insouciance, Hanabusa Kanon often dances on the line between endearing and annoying in the way she acts, faintly obnoxious even with the brightness of her laugh, heat of her skin. 

Much like now.

Picture this: Ever the stoic, Ever the perfect Kim Nahyun, Miss “In-God’s-Good-Graces” herself, stepping out of one of many residences of Gangnam with a girl wrapped tightly around her tiny waist. And Kanon? Messy, messy, Kanon, she is plastered.

“好きです!” she exclaims, grin pulled wide as she tugs the girl to a halt, sparkling eyes meeting utter exasperation. “真的...最喜歡的是你~” Kanon continues in this tirade, finding an overwhelming need to repeat it a few times in her fluent tongues (afraid that all three Nahyuns wouldn’t be able to understand her otherwise).

“I really like you, Nahyun-yaaaa,” she croons, leaning forward with puckered lips. “I mean--I like everyone the same but you--you, I like the best you know??”

DOES she know?Does she??

Why is it that it feels like she doesn’t??

Oh, but she has the perfect remedy for that.

Kanon doesn’t waste time here, leaning in to happily press her lips against the crook of the other’s neck, slender arms sliding further around her waist to bring Nahyun closer while her mouth busies itself with kissing--sucking--showing her affection for her extremely tolerant (and kind) roommate.

By the time she does pull back, all that remains is a small mark on Nahyun’s neck--her final confession as her eyes meets the other’s again, gleeful and preening for no good reason.

I like you, the hickey says.Thank you for being here for me, it says.

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attack hugging them

falling asleep on or next to them

giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had

holding their hand for the first time

hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it

hugging them way too tightly

kissing their forehead or cheek

kissing their neck

kissing them softly on the lips

playfully whacking them with a pillow

sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

surprise kissing them

telling them they love them for the first time

tickling them

waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair

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Jinwoo can’t remember the last time he was at a party, maybe a month ago before his life changed overtime. It’s not good, he thinks, that he can be seen partying up when his sister is facing murder accusations, but Jinwoo can’t take it anymore. His dorm feels small, suffocating; his house even more. Every piece of it feels tainted with silence, Heera’s presence felt everywhere. There’s pictures of her all around the house, her old room is still there, full of the stuff she didn’t want to move to her new place. He can’t stand it anymore.

For just one night Jinwoo gives himself the luxury of enjoying nights as they should - drinking. The place is almost crowded, but he’s far too experienced at parties to not know how to move around and get to the bar. His pretty face earns him a drink quicker than it would be possible and Jinwoo turns to look at the crowd on the dance floor, bodies moving to the fast beat of the music. It feels a little bit pathetic, being there alone with his drink in hand, but he doesn’t care.

It’s only when he turns around to order another that Jinwoo notices her, Hanabusa Kanon. It’s not really a surprise to see her there, where else would she be? But still, Jinwoo remembers that she told him she should study for a test. He can see how well her studying is going. Instead of one drink he orders two, both secure in his hands as he walks towards her and her friends.

“Kanon-chan, konban anata wa ichiban kirei na hito desu.” He says in his broken Japanese, worn out by years of lack of use, certain he probably made some mistake; but still, Jinwoo has the confidence to make it work. He tries a smile, handling her one drink as they are left alone. “Shouldn’t you be studying for a test? As your tutor I must say I’m disappointed.” Jinwoo speaks in English this time, falling to a language they both can understand. “How is my Japanese?”

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SEOUL knew how to party.

The transfer student knew to give credit where credit was due. Though she missed Tokyo and gallivanting in its nightlife with her friends, parties in Seoul were at least palliative to a homesick heart. She was quickest in making friends through scenes like this, shared laughs and drinks among other wicked sins of jaded millennials, so it didn’t take long for Kanon to have her own group of partying friends, friends that she only sees under dim lighting and intoxication--if she’s honest, she probably won’t recognize them on a normal day--bonds only made to lessen the blow of the entire situation.

Situation meaning her life. Meaning the way it spirals out of control.

But what is partying, drinking and getting high, if not a completely valid reason to not think about it? 

She’ll thrive like this, chatting animatedly about the hottest guys on the floor with names and faces she barely hears or sees during the daytime--taking the familiar feeling (however small) of joy and tucking it under her tongue for safekeeping; all she has till it wears off like saccharine candy.

It’s a happy sort of living. Fleeting as youth should be.

But there are exceptions, packaged in crisp clothes and attractive features, Kim Jinwoo fitted under the category as an exception to the norm more than anything. Or at very least, she saw him during the day just as much as at night. 

The Japanese, albeit broken, is a surprise pleasing to the ears, bright eyes turning to meet the taller’s as a grin spreads across her face, only half aware of the acquaintances leaving them. "Sou? Naraba watashitachi wa pittari kana, kono party no ichiban ikemen." She teases back with a laugh, sliding her fingers around the offered drink. “I think I’ve studied enough.” Kanon replies in accented Korean, lips puckering slightly in thought. She really hasn’t, but idiot’s luck has worked before, hasn’t it? 

Oh well. She’ll worry about it when it happens.

“It could be better, you should practice more.” Her tongue clicks, hip bumping against his in a manner playful. “What brought you out here? I thought you were a reformed good boy now.”