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Finnian is always grateful whenever his Parents dotes on him, even more so when they send over box after box of groceries to the apartment he shares with Chungha. Not to get him wrong, he’s completely capable of going to the nearby grocery store and doing the shopping himself, but for a sickly boy like him, he’s very conscious on what he consumes (besides, his parents were horrified when he mentioned there were lots of instant food he wanted to try but couldn’t). Then there’s always those little bags dedicated for his small circle of friends, because his parents are doting figures, and his circle of friends are practically his siblings in all but blood.

"Hyung, I’m here—” Finny expects Jeonghan to rush over to help him with the countless paper bags he’s carrying, half expects Mingyu to come over and ruffle his hair, perhaps also expecting Wonwoo to be with them, but he never expects to see unruly pink hair and messy appearance of one of the house’s tenants. A smile tugs on the corners of his lips once he recognizes who exactly had meet him in the front door,

“Sorry, did I disturb your sleeping, Baekhyun hyung?” He starts, before the other’s words registers in his mind, “oh, he’s out? I told him I’d come over to bring the stuff Mother wanted to give him and Mingyu hyung..” He shakes his arms, hands clutching the large amount of paper bags with both hands to prove his point, a pout on his lips. “But that’s alright, I suppose. Can I come inside to bring these in?” Because even if he does have a spare key (that he just used to open the door to a house he doesn’t even live in), he’s not about to let himself in so casually.

“Mother sent over a lot of packages for hyungs, as usual, but I suppose they didn’t get my message saying I’ll come over..”

babysitting bloodbath.

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morning comes in the form of blinding light filtering through the window blinds of his room. consciousness regained even before his eyelids manage to flutter open, hands flying to block the light from entering his sleep eyes. body tells the signs of his absentmindedness; sleeping lines on his face, dried trail of drool down his lips, back hurting and hips aching each time he attempts to move. another night of falling asleep in front of your laptop.

the house is empty when he comes out of his room. unruly pink hair showing its true form as he waddles towards the kitchen with a hungry stomach. a yawn escapes, hand scratching on his rather soft tummy. the sound of milk pouring down his glass sound deafening in the all-too-silent room. apparently being a senior has it own pros; less classes to come in, more time to sleep.

he had finished his drink by the time he hears the front door being opened. eyes travel to the entrance, ready to bombard whoever came home with requests for food. but who appears caused his sentence to come into a halt.

“…finny?” warm chocolate eyes greeted finnian–or lee jihoon, jeonghan’s baby childhood friend. baekhyun offers him a bright smile or the brightest one he could muster at the moment, gesturing the boy to come in. “are you looking for jeonghannie? unfortunately he’s out right now…”

he’d offer the boy to stay and wait, but baekhyun knows he’s probably the worst babysitter mankind has the misfortune to have. besides maybe it’s just a quick errand- he wouldn’t want to force finny to stay unless he wants to.

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»Plot Call & Tracker! ★

Hey there! I’m so sorry for not being active on the dash, but I’ve got a few things going on in my life that is unfortunately hindering me from going on desktop during most days. It’s nothing big, but it’s making me feel depressed and anxious, so my emotions are just... (இдஇ; )

Anyway, I don’t want it to like, lock me up in eternal sadness, so I’m doing a plot call! I don’t have that much threads, so I can possibly scoot in a few more if anyone is interested in having a thread with Jihoon! Like this post if you’re interested, and I’ll make my way to your IMs! His plots page is kind of... bare, and there’s not a lot since most of it are taken, but if you’d like to check it out, it’s right over here! If we’ve been plotting but I’ve forgotten to reply, feel free to hit me up the head for being an old person and forgetting! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

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@acayug​ (height difference)

@acawonwoo​ (cat-astrophe)

@acaxchungha​ (siesta)

@acasoonyoung​ (after school club)

@acajinwoo​ (starter)

@acasana​ (starter)

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I want the K? (○ﾟεﾟ○)

✕ i want the k—5; firm kiss. ( not accepting ).

nayeon didn’t like to consider herself a huge party goer, but she had to admit she was someone who tended to get a little over her head when a good function was in place, especially when any kind of alcohol besides wine was involved. while she was normally good at keeping herself sober and only lightly buzzed with light liquors and wines, when the heavy stuff came out, she was a goner ( it didn’t help that none of the friends she was out with that night were helping her keep level-headed ).

so, there she was, another red cup in hand as the music only seemed to be getting louder and louder with each sip she took.

it was late into the night, the party having started hours ago in some random house ( she was sure it was a fraternity house? she wasn’t exactly sure, but she recognized a few faces and had it not been for one of her younger friends inviting her, she probably wouldn’t have gone in the first place ). it surprised her, really, seeing how long the party had already been raging without campus police coming to shut it dow, but that was far from what she cared about.

right now, she only cared about who the next bottle would land on.

these kinds of games were never her thing, but she couldn’t resist when her friends pulled her down towards the circle to play a classic— spin the bottle. she had yet to spin or kiss anyone, but she’d been dangerously close a few times. she only hoped whoever she had to kiss when the time came was cute.

maybe the party gods were looking out for her, nayeon’s first spin landing on a boy too adorable for a scene like this. she wouldn’t judge, though, not when looks could be very deceiving.

she’s sober enough to understand what’s going on, crawling slightly to lean over towards him, her eyes warm and inviting. if she’s gotta do this, she at least wants him to know she’s not a scary person. “just so we’re not really strangers, my name’s nayeon. nice to meet you,” she speaks loudly over the music and hears a few chuckles that follow from the rest of the circle.

she waits till she sees some sort of approval before taking the front of his shirt gently and pulling him towards her, her lips meeting his with purpose. it’s not very long, maybe only a second or two, but it’s enough to feel something, and she pulls away with a satisfied smile. “hope that wasn’t too bad.”

she sits back down with a laugh, and the game moves on.

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⎡After School Club⎦

Need help with homework, @acasoonyoung​?

Jihoon’s friends knows how much he values friendship and a peaceful atmosphere. He doesn’t have that many, in fact, he only has a handful of friends throughout his whole life before College. They also know him as the kind and calm individual, the baby of their circle considering he’s the youngest, but also the one who (still) hasn’t lost that innocence in his eyes and the outlook he has on life. He’s been surrounded by such supportive and loving friends that his mind automatically links those traits to any person who wants to be friends with him.

So when he met Soonyoung, he didn’t think twice in warming up to the older male.

"Hyung, this is the last time, okay? I’ll show you how to write one the next time.” Jihoon sorted through the papers he’s previously used with one hand, the other holding a rice ball he’s made himself, lips formed in a pout and brows furrowed as he looks up to give the only other occupant of the practice room of the dance club a firm look (or at least he thinks it’s a firm look, he looks more like a dejected puppy more than anything), “You’ll get caught again if you keep getting me to write your essays.”

The two stayed after school hours because the older male had told him to stay behind since he needed help with homework, and Jihoon, being the naive boy that he is, listened. Here they are now, Jihoon doing most of the work while the two of them enjoyed the rice balls he’s packed and the juices he’s bought for them.

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i want the k

Kiss meme - accepting!

21. Then there’s tongue // canon

Perhaps it’s because of the inviting warmth Wonwoo emitted, or because of the arm wrapped around his waist, hand under his shirt, fingers tickling his sides with just the slightest touch, or perhaps it was the way every kiss they’ve shared always felt like the first, that always left butterflies in his stomach.

Perhaps it’s Wonwoo entirely.

Hands curled around the front of Wonwoo’s shirt, and the younger male had earlier found purchase on his lap, straddling him. The older’s other hand rests at his nape, keeping him from pulling away from their kiss (and him entirely). The kisses they’ve shared, both short and drawn out, were always soft and gentle, and this kiss was no different.

Is what Jihoon thought.

It was easy to get lost in the kiss, or maybe it was just Jihoon. Jihoon, with his lack of experience, Jihoon with his lack of knowledge. It started off the way it mostly does, short pecks that leaves the other asking for more, then to prolonged kisses, lips easily molding against each other’s. It always leaves Jihoon breathless (both figuratively and literally) and needy for more, despite the taste of cigarette mixed in with the sugary sweetness of the tootsie roll Wonwoo frequently eats. And despite cigarettes being bad for his health (or for anyone’s—cigarette smoking is dangerous to your health), he sets it aside because Wonwoo is trying to stop. 

He pulls away first, just enough for him to take a few deep breaths before he’s being pulled once again for another. He doesn’t protest, arms snaking around the older male’s neck and Wonwoo’s hands rests on Jihoon’s hips, squeezing slightly, and the younger releases a moan in the kiss. It urges a different reaction, and he feels their position shifting and his back making contact with his bed. Despite the momentary distraction the now wandering hands made, the feeling of the wet appendage prodding against his lips abruptly cut it short.

A gasp gets caught in his throat, but the slight parting of his lips was enough for Wonwoo’s tongue to slip in between.

The feeling was entirely different from before, the kiss more heated, felt more needy, and Jihoon finds himself quickly drowning in the kiss. He’s clumsy in return, unsure of how to respond to the kiss, yet tried his best either way. Eyes half-lidded, face flushed and lips most likely swollen, it was an expression he rarely ever had, and Wonwoo’s the first to see. 

When hands made its way downwards, he could only whimper in the kiss.

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It was on rare occasions that Jihoon allows him the luxury of being lenient with himself. He didn’t do it often, actually he very rarely did, perhaps once every two months, but with a little persistence from his friends (he knows they mean well), he could agree to it. Besides, a repetitive process of eating healthy foods, daily exercise and going to school seems a bit monotonous, despite the weekends he spends volunteering in animal shelters, orphanages or daycares (no matter how much he loves what he’s doing).

So when Chungha asks, he agrees for several reasons. 

One being it was Chungha, he will always make time for any of his friends in his very small close circle (added the fact that he used to have a crush on her until she ultimately rejected him), second is that despite attending College together, they were in two completely different year, so their schedules were different from each other. They’ve only gotten to see each other in the mornings and in the evenings (and even then they sometimes couldn’t see each other). So he takes a weekend off, just to spend it with her.

He looks up from the piles of DVDs he’s been going through, a small collection of DVDs he’s accumulated that he had delivered from home, “You shouldn’t wipe your hands on your pajamas, noona, it might leave a stain.” he chided gently, reaching over the coffee table and sliding the box of kleenex at her direction, “and I was wondering if you’d like to watch Disney movies? ...The earlier ones I mean.”

siesta — ft. finnian

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the sun seeps through the living room window and sinks into chungha’s skin, her eyes wandering about the ceiling pattern as her back reclines into the couch – waiting, pondering.

sometimes she wondered how she wound up in such caring and warm company – how someone such as finny continues to give her all of his time and patience. it’s been a recurring thought, a conundrum she’s never been able to understand and solve; even now, as she offers him the brightest smile right after he agrees to a day in consisting of greasy pizza (mushrooms included as a topping to make it the slightest bit healthy) and lounging about in their pajamas. she didn’t deserve such kindness, her conscience constantly reminded her; not as a friend nor a roommate, it’d taunt.

she adored him far too much to care.

the buzzing of the doorbell prompts her to abandon her contemplation and skepticism, body sluggishly rolling off the couch before shuffling off to retrieve the pizza she had been nearly dying for. “Decide which movie you wanna watch yet?” she calls out to her flat mate the minute she bids the pizza boy goodbye, already shoveling an oily cheesy triangular slice into her mouth as she returns to her previous spot on the couch. “I heard Zootopia was pretty good?” she carelessly wipes excess grease off her hands onto her pajamas before sitting cross legged, pizza box nestled snug into her lap; a grin spreads across her lips.

“It’s up to you though.”

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I want the K. (*＾3＾)

kiss meme{ not accepting;

08. eyelid kiss

there’s an annoyed sound coming from the boy sitting across from him but jongdae doesn’t even look up, just idly turns the page of his text book as if he’s reading a simple novel, fingers curling around the highlighter in case there’s something he wants to mark as important. another noise follows and this time it sounds more like a distressed huff and jongdae can’t really stop the corners of his lips from curling upwards a little more; it’s not like the pain of others amuses him, isn’t that spiteful to enjoy something like this but this time it’s jihoon’s own fault. this problem could have been eliminated long ago but he made something bigger out of it than it is.

“how can you just sit here and watch?”

jongdae’s eyes flicker upwards to the boy with his brows raised and he cups his cheek in his hand, tilting his head a little to the side. “you told me you can do this alone so,” he trails off as he looks jihoon all over – flushed cheeks and streaks of tears still visible as his fingers constantly run over his red-rimmed eyelids. and if anyone else was here they probably would think that jihoon’s crying his eyes out or something, even though he’s only trying to get whatever’s been stuck in his eye out.

he’s pretty sure that it’s only some dust or a small insect that managed to come inside through the open window, but jihoon behaves like he’s dying and for some reason jongdae does find it endearing.

“how about we rinse it out?”

the chair scrapes against the floor when jongdae gets up, closing the textbook in the process. but once he’s in front of the other, jihoon starts smiling happily. “i think it’s gone!” he sounds so relieved and it makes jongdae chuckle at him, but the delight doesn’t stay long and a painful hiss comes instead. it worries jongdae for a second. “wow, it still burns so bad.” the boy rubs his eyes, fingers curling into a fist and jongdae sighs good-heartedly.

he crouches down in front of him, reaching out to pull the hand away from his eye. “rubbing it isn’t going to do it any good,” he says and leans in close, lips pursed for a kiss but they hardly touch, only softly brush against the thin skin of jihoon’s eyelid before he pulls back quickly with a gasp and jihoon yelps as well from the sudden action. “can you see that?” his finger points to the window, “the pain! it’s gone!”

and jihoon face falls immediately, eyebrows pulling together into a frown. “i’m not five,” he says and jongdae breaks out into laughter. he does notice, though, how the boy’s hand doesn’t rub over his eye anymore.

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I want the K. (｡’▽’｡)♡

4. Forehead Kiss ; Accepting 

He was just past drunk. Right on the edge of drunk and tipsy. Things were a little fuzzy, but he could function as much as he needed to. 

Tonight it was someone else’s house party and Jimin had the cliche red solo cup in his hand. There were a few familiar faces littering the crowd, but for the most part, it seemed like a freshly turned kid– ready to flaunt his legal status and serve underaged kids. 

Jimin wouldn’t say he was above that, but he could admit this crowd wasn’t exactly him. He usually ran with the type to know their limit and push it. 

These types of parties just made him drink more than he should and get into trouble that can be avoided. 

There’s even a kid next to him. A kid, at this kind of– 

Said kid turns and oh, not so much a kid. 

“Hey.” He starts off slowly, brow furrowed a little and unsure how he’s trying to approach this. Jimin just moves closer to the guy who now had his attention on him. “You’re cute. You’re shorter than me.” 

To Jimin, the shortest of all his male friends and family, that was a feat. 

“That’s so cute.” It was a novelty in his hazy mind. “Oh my god, you’re so cute.” 

Without thinking, without his inhibitions or clear mindset to hold him back, Jimin put his free hand on the boy’s shoulder, leaned down and placed a soft, sticky peck to his forehead. “You’re so cute!” 

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I want the K. ( ˘ ³˘)❤

wonwoo seizes the opportunity to close his eyes when jihoon finds himself tired of grumbling. but he learns there’s nothing fun about shuteye lasting for a good five seconds, a face buried into the crook of his shoulder feeling all too ticklish for his liking. he rests his hand over the other’s mouth then, brow quirking up in slight irritation as he tilts jihoon’s head just enough for him to face up.

“are you done yet?”

jihoon only shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing together as he removes wonwoo’s hand from his face. “i don’t know, are you done?”

“with what?”

there’s a pause, jihoon looking at the older with a helpless expression, grip around wonwoo’s wrist tightening for a second or two. you’re kidding, right?

grumbling resumes when he lifts himself away from lying on top, bird’s nest apparent on his head on his way out the room. there’s no looking back over his shoulder, no sense of lingering or stopping in his tracks. initially anyways.

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acawonwoo:

you’re quite the sympathetic one now, aren’t you?

it’s a thought he keeps to himself, but the sentiment still shows in a quirk of his brow. however, the following question renders him speechless, tongue-in-cheek as he rubs his jaw. this guy’s really something, straightforward and reserved all at once.

wonwoo decides to care just a little, then.

“huh.” his shoulders come up with the chuckle that slips past his mouth, tiny smile sneaking upon his face as he spares one glance behind him up to where the feline stays. there’s another funny look when he pays attention to the shorter male again, a small nod directed down towards the mask. “why do you need that?” wonwoo asks, hand waving over his own mouth as an indication to the particle on the other’s face. he already knows the answer, though. can i have one, too?

“This?” Jihoon tugs the mask down when the other asks, and in turn he gives a sheepish smile. He hoped the other wouldn’t ask, since he knows the usual reaction if he does say the reason. He didn’t really like being called an idiot for helping an animal in need, “I’m allergic to fur, you see.”

And isn’t that such a contradiction to what he’s going to be doing later on.

“I get really bad allergies—But I’ll be fine!” He quickly adds, waving his hands in front of him in dismissal, “besides that... um... Could I...” he trails off, lips pursed as he made gestures to his shoulders, “will you be alright carrying me on your shoulders? N-not that I think you’re weak or anything, of course not, i-it’s just...” Jihoon makes a small noise, displeased at his own communication skills (or lack thereof).

⎡Cat-astrophe⎦

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acayug:

       it was that type of day today. where yugyeom had to go grocery shopping so him and his roommate didn’t starve to death ( they never did, just wanted to be a little dramatic ). he figured the best thing to buy was instant ramen, which was what he had in his basket. a lot of instant ramen, so much that if they played their cards right, they could probably last a month and a half with all the instant ramen he had in his basket, it almost made him laugh. but, he shook his head, heading for the more important things. 

       he moved himself towards the cereal aisle, mostly because he knew when he woke up he would love to eat something, and he wasn’t really much of a granola bar person. he looked around for one that he thought would be perfect to eat in the morning ( also reminding himself that he needed to get milk ). that was when he felt the tap on his back and he tensed up. it might’ve been a mistake on that person’s part right? no, it couldn’t be, he reasoned, because it was definitely a tap that meant oh i know you. 

     he slowly turned around, looking at the shorter man, a little taken aback because… did yugyeom know this person? the answer was no, he had never seen the shorter man in his life, but his request for yugyeom wasn’t bad where he wanted to reject it. he nodded his head, going over to his side, reaching up for one of the cereal boxes, handing it to him. ‘ this… this one… right? ’ he hadn’t really paid attention to which one that the stranger pointed to, but he had hoped that he had chosen the right one. 

    he gave the boy a small smile, trying showing that he wasn’t bothered by the stranger’s request because he wasn’t. although his request did surprise him, but it wasn’t that big of a deal for yugyeom. ‘ uh… so… i’m going to… go now… then? ’

Seeing the other’s face made him blink in surprise, a sense of familiarity settling at the back of his head. Jihoon knows this person, has seen this person before, but where? “A-ah yes, that one.” Jihoon tried his best to keep the smile on his face as he took the box from the other male, bowing in gratitude, “yes, that would be all, thank you very much.”

He turns around and returns to retrieve his cart, but his mind continues to wander towards the stranger he met just now. He certainly hasn’t seen him from one of his parents’ social gatherings, nor is he a neighbor back in his hometown. Lips pursed in a pout, he tries to sift through the memories he’s made ever since the start of his first day in College.

College.

The realization dawns upon him so fast he almost drops the box of cereal he held, but instead he quickly turns around, hoping the other was still in the aisle, or at least close by. “Wait!” He calls out, turning his shopping cart around and pushing it towards the other, 

“I—You—Haven’t we met before?”

⎡Height Difference⎦

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i want the k! :<

Kiss meme - accepting!

6. Gentle peck // canon

10 years ago

As a child, Jihoon was always to sick.  Too sickly to be running around, too sickly to be going to School, too sickly, too sickly, too sickly.  So he relished in the time where he wasn’t too sickly.  Where he could get out of bed, where his friends are allowed to visit, where he’s allowed to be a child. 

Today, it was only Chungha that came to visit. Eleven-year-old Chungha whose hair is always in a ponytail. Eleven-year-old Chungha with her baggy shorts and shirt one size too big for her. Chungha who always plays with Finnian as if he weren’t sick to begin with. An eleven-year-old Chungha whom Jihoon had developed an early crush on.

The two children sat a few feet away from the bed of flowers they’ve plucked an array of flowers from (with the help of the Lee estate’s gardener), talking about this and that, Chungha talking about her friends at School, and Jihoon talking about the stray cat he found while on his way to visit his Father at his work place.

“Chungha noona, yesterday, y’know, when I went to visit appa at work, they were having a party!” A seven-year-old Jihoon exclaims excitedly, momentarily forgetting about the half finished crown on his lap to spread his arms as far and wide as he could, “Appa said it wasn’t a birthday party though, and I asked what kind of party it was, and y’know what he said?” He pauses, grin wide and eyes shining with childish innocence, “he said it was an egne… engange… engagement party!” He giggled afterwards, resuming in braiding the pieces of flowers together in a clumsy manner whilst he continued to babble about what an engagement party and what happened afterwards.

While the older of the two children could only listen with one ear, too concentrated on making her own flower crown, Jihoon had already finished his. The braids of the crown were a little too loose, and there were more leaves than flowers, but he was proud of his work and hopefully, Chungha would like it either way.

“Noona, noona! This is for you!” He held out the flower crown and with her permission, placed it atop her head, and seven-year-old Jihoon had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. “This is my engagement ring for you! When I’m all grown up, I’ll marry you, okay?” He was bashful when he said it, a blush on his chubby cheeks and he scoots closer, leans in, and presses a chaste and gentle kiss to her cheek,

“so I gotta grow up quickly, then we can have a happy ever after, okay?”

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

chivalrousxhybrid:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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wonhoon being cute tonight ♡

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acawonwoo:

can i bother you for a moment, says a person who’s already doing that. he might as well say i need your permission to be doing what i’m doing and bat his eyelashes while he’s at it.

funny thing is, however, the boy doesn’t even have to try. or so it seems. he doesn’t appear all that tall, judging from how far he has to stretch his arms up just to even make it clear that he’s reaching for something. what would be stuck in a tree that’s of value to him, though? wonwoo turns his head a little and looks up to check, not flinching at all when he spots the small cat practically dangling from the branch.

if it were a kid stuck in the tree, he’d be up and helping in no time.

but… a cat can only mean so much, a sense of panic streaming through wonwoo’s system when he remembers the effect of having them around at all. he’d only recently gotten over the last set of allergy symptoms, arms overlapping each other immediately to protect his skin when he gets up from his spot.

wonwoo grits his teeth at the sight of the other, eyebrows knitting together in concern as he nods his head up at the cat. the height difference between them is easy to distinguish, lips suddenly pursing together to not laugh at how short he is. it’s not even really funny to him, though. just plain cute. (most would find this condescending, however, so he doesn’t push it.) “uh, is this cat yours?”

because i guess i’ll help you if it is. otherwise, who cares?

full offense.

Relief floods Jihoon’s system in the slightest way when he sees that the other is taller than him. Despite the fact that he has to crane his neck a little to look the person in the eye, he’s more concerned about the feline still stuck in the branch. He shrugs off his bag and leans it by the tree after he’s fished out his ever trusty pink mouth mask, pausing when the other asks him a question,

“Oh. Um... no, it’s not mine, but it might belong to somebody else.” He flashes an apologetic look to the stranger before standing up to his full height, “I just need help getting up the tree so I could fetch the little guy. Poor thing must be really scared.” Worry is clear on his face as he cranes his neck even more to look up at the cat, fingers fiddling with the fabric of his mask.

“If you’d let me sit on your shoulders, perhaps...?” He studies the taller person, slightly worried that they wouldn’t be able to do such a thing. Looks can be deceiving, yes, but the other just looked so lanky that he could be blown away by the wind. A strong one anyway.

⎡Cat-astrophe⎦

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acajeonghan:

jeonghan looks at jihoon with fondness reserved for only his favorite people. (really, there aren’t very many of them.) with an amused chuckle and a shake of his head, follows the other’s gaze as it scans the open area. truth be told, jeonghan’s a little worried about jihoon’s inclination toward sports. both of them are instructed to exercise on the daily, and while jeonghan definitely never follows doctor’s orders, he’s at least played a few sports despite his own health issues. jihoon, on the other hand…

how much physical activity can trigger an asthma attack?

jeonghan - and pretty much everyone in their friend group - carries around an inhaler wherever they go, just in case. jeonghan has two, and neither are for him. a hand unconsciously makes its way to settle on top of the other’s head, lithe fingers gently threading through bright pink locks as they walk. even jeonghan has to admit he has no clue. on the one hand, junior year should be exciting. on the other, he just wants to sleep.

“i don’t know, to be honest,” he admits then, peering at the flyer the other is holding. photography club - there’s not much physical activity there, right? forensics would mean having jihoon exposed to vile substances aka dead bodies. and also chloroform. worst case scenario. “i might join a paranormal club.” they walk further along the surrounding booths, before a certain booth in sight elicits a gasp from him. he tries not to cough to avoid looking like an idiot, and clears his throat instead.

“how about chess, finny?”

“A... paranormal club?” He blinks owlishly at the response he’s received and was about to ask why, when the gasp beside him startles him, “Chess? It’d be a good club to join in, true,” he trails off afterwards, unsure (oh, he’s sure enough) of how the other would take what he was going to say next, “but I was thinking of a more, physically inclined club?” he tacks in a question mark at the end, because he’s still unsure if he’d like the thought of joining a sports club.

Jihoon tucks the flyer in a folder he carries specifically for this day, eyes continuing to roam around the area, a wider smile tugging at his lips at the sight of the Art Club, “is Mingyu hyung in art club?” his voice is then laced with admiration (and why wouldn’t it, when it’s Mingyu they’re now talking about.) at even the mention of the older boy whom he’s grown up with along with Jeonghan. Why, the admiration, is another story entirely.

“But anyway, there’s a paranormal club?” He quickly swerves back to their previous topic, lips pursing before he eyes the older teen beside him with worry, “it’s not like... an occult club, right?”

❝ the days ahead. ❞