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he’s like warm linens on a cold night. like moonlight beaming through her curtains and shedding light on all the parts of her that are beautiful. he doesn’t say, but his eyes tell her it’s every inch of her. when he looks at her the way that he does, partially amused and every bit soft, she swears she melts just a little more. just a little deeper.

kang inwoo, what in all hell are you doing to me?

“maybe i suck at playing dumb, but you just make it so much fun.” she harrumphs quietly, nose pressed against warm skin as she starts a trail of pouty kisses down the curve of his cheek. lingering close, she shifts in an easy tangle of her ankles around his calves, toes curling in a subtle graze against his sweatpants when the scent of something so much like inwoo leaves her in a heady daze.

and perhaps this is why she remains speechless. limbs fit together like puzzle pieces that she’s reluctant to pull away even when her lungs struggle for air. heat consumes her like a wildfire from head to toe, but this – everything about this feels just right. his arm, secure and gentle around her waist as he pulls her in and she collapses against him as if she was ever meant to be anywhere else but here. his lips, pillow-soft as they press against hers, capturing both the soft hitch in her breath and the tiny swell of a sigh she pours into his mouth.

“you…” she blinks her eyes open, pulling away as breathless as he sounds with cheeks flushed and a mind already far too gone. “you can’t just do that and then stop.”

although this might sound situationally unconvincing, inwoo has never been the one to lose control. to list the prime example, of course–––in his never-ending poltergeist havocs. the disastrous adventures that leave him in impaired privacy and sleep, his borderline phobia only being the bonus that comes with his limited haunted edition package. with that said, we can safely assume that the boy’s all but impatient.

but here’s the catch: all of this is sound and relevant, except for when it comes to this girl laying down next to him with her starry little eyes.

“yeah, i kind of really can’t at this point.”

for once, he doesn’t shy away from the allurement (half from her, half from his head––) and gives her this smile that says nothing less than ‘and-what-can-you-do-about-it?’ because really, she can’t do anything about it. at least not at this point of the spoof that’s escaped what’s ‘daily’ to the two.

he turns over and on top so that his hands press against the mattress, her in between. without another word, he leans back in–––and he can feel the heat inside his over-worn hoodie when she welcomes him back in to another lengthy kiss. it’s as if this ire inside him that he kept dousing with buckets of water grew into something too big and uncontrollable, and now he can’t help but to free all the held-back impulses. god damn it, bona. he grumbles just a centimeter away from her lips, his hair grazing against her forehead.

“you looking at me like that is such a foul play.”

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the thing about arguing with inwoo is that she doesn’t argue. correction: she debates. it’s neither intentional nor schemed on her part, although her heart always does a little jump of victory anytime inwoo concedes. milkshake over smoothie, this movie over that. after a while, all bona does is look at him with a big fat pout.

some call it bratty. she calls it well-played.

his room is a mess of clothes all over the floor. nothing new, bona notes with a roll of her eyes, just missing the blur of something black whizzing past her in the seconds that unfold. “huh? fuck?” she jerks her head up to look at him, blinking quickly in succession as she tries to figure out what the hell just happened. “are you okay?” concern clouds her features, trumping her budding curiosity and smothering it altogether. she pauses, silently weighing her options here. “…hm?” cue the quick blinks. “i’ve never noticed. i only ever notice you, babe.” she taunts him playfully, eyes crinkling at the edges as her lips stretch into the widest smile she can manage.

she’s glad when he’s finally close enough for her settle against him once and for all. what’s a warm body to cling onto when you’re a lazy collection of sore limbs? heaven. “do you ever even wash your sheets? god, inwoo.” maybe he was right; her actions never did quite line up with her words. slender arms slip around his middle and she finds her way back into the crook of his neck, little sighs of content tucked into the soft skin just under his ear. 

“what position?” she squints as if she doesn’t know, peeved that she has to come out of her warm burrow just to give him a look. “i’m not complaining about any position. see?” she leans in with a sly smile, and just to prove her stupid point, the girl places a gentle kiss to his cheek, nosing at the same patch of skin before she pulls away. “i’m perfectly content.”

here, he debates. does he play safe and laugh all of this off by gently tickling her sides, or pull her in closer to win this game of ‘who’s-going-to-say-it-first?’

well, if the choice comes to the second—it most definitely wasn’t going to be him!

“you know exactly what i’m talking about. you suck at playing dumb, did you know that?” inwoo takes a mental note of everything at this exact moment, mostly everything of her. how her long strands of hair are tickling the bottom of his nose, how she smells like fresh laundry taken out of the dryer (his favorite smell), and how she’d always bring him to the edge just to get him to say: ‘i give up.’ he most definitely could give her those exact words in a jiffy—but really, where’s the fun in that?

the fun comes along when he leans in to peck her lips, quickly turning it into a longer kiss—out of the pure intention of provoking her daredevilry. the justification comes from the compilation of her daily jabs at his pushover tendencies: how he’d always try to hold her presence dear, and how she’d always just yell, ‘don’t!’ with her frisky teasings.

she basically asked for it.

he stops just when his hand wraps over her thin waist, their bodies closer than they ever were. shit. he mutters it 100% internally, in a mild daze at how he almost couldn’t end that as a joke. now they’re staring, and he’s half breathless. his voice, though in mild panic, sounds as if he’s done absolutely nothing wrong.

“...what?”

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hello my small amount of mutuals left on dash!! just letting you know that you can find me @asuraie even though i always,,,, disappear...,, :) but just hmu if you wanna write OK

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                   hayley kiyoko → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ So go ahead, break my heart. ❞

❝ You’ll want to love me. ❞

❝ I get excited when I discover something rare… like you. ❞

❝ I like your aura and I’m pretty sure I love your hair. ❞

❝ You’re sweet as maple. ❞

❝ Look at your face, look at my dress. Looks like we’re not here to impress. ❞

❝ What’s better than love? ❞

❝ Even when that love is gone you weren’t wrong to have been mine. ❞

❝ Meet me halfway to your heart. ❞

❝ I’ve given it all to you. ❞

❝ Do whatever gets you seen. ❞

❝ Kiss me until I forget my name. ❞

❝ This could take all night… ❞

❝ Your hips, your lips, they’re mine. ❞

❝ I’ve got better luck in my head. ❞

❝ I fantasize, a secret life and place where we hide. ❞

❝ I don’t wanna be anywhere else but here. ❞

❝ Stealing kisses from your missus, does it make you freak out? ❞

❝ Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new. ❞

❝ I'ma take your girl out. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me what I feel. I’m real and I don’t feel like boys. ❞

❝ Tell me what you want this to be. ❞

❝ I know what I want this to be. ❞

❝ You’re feeding the fire. ❞

❝ I think I just needed to cry. ❞

❝ I just wanna tell you that you’re really pretty, [girl]. ❞

❝ I just wanna know if you will let me be your world. ❞

❝ I just know you got to taste like candy. ❞

❝ I can see you’re real smart. ❞

❝ You make me feel like I wanna be bad. ❞

❝ I need you to be free. ❞

❝ So this is where I leave you. ❞

❝ Just rest your eyes. ❞

❝ I’m just trying to be nice. ❞

❝ They say I’ll get hurt, if I’m not like ice. ❞

❝ I know I’ve got friends, but I still get so lonely. ❞

❝ If I look in your eyes, I’ll want you to hold me. ❞

❝ I’m sorry that I care. ❞

❝ I can’t help but care. ❞

❝ I over-communicate and feel too much. ❞

❝ I’m sick and tired of acting all tough. ❞

❝ I’m hooked on all these feelings. ❞

❝ I know exactly what I’m feeling. ❞

❝ Keep telling me lies, they’re killing me slowly. ❞

❝ I get too attached, they don’t even know me. ❞

❝ Why can’t I relax? ❞

❝ Sure I would kiss you. ❞

❝ I’ll lay with you. ❞

❝ No, I can’t fix you. ❞

❝ What I need is for you to be sure. ❞

❝ When we’re with your family, you don’t want to show it. ❞

❝ I only want a girl who ain’t afraid to love me. ❞

❝ I know we’re not together but I won’t forget you. ❞

❝ I don’t wanna talk about it, I don’t wanna think about it. ❞

❝ Even when you’re next to me, it’s not the way I’m picturing. ❞

❝ You wanna be friends forever? I can think of something better. ❞

❝ But will you ever mess with me? No. ❞

❝ At least I got you in my head. ❞

❝ You will never understand, even when you hold my hand I just feel alone. ❞

❝ Come on, let’s sleep in my bed. ❞

❝ I can tell you don’t get it ‘cause you tell me that everything will be okay. ❞

❝ All I wanna do is cry. That’s all I wanna do. ❞ 

❝ Maybe, I’ll just dye my hair. ❞ 

❝ What I need is quiet. ❞ 

❝ I paint on a smile so that no one ever sees. ❞ 

❝ It’s easier for me to stay quiet, not speak a word - for if I do, then the truth might emerge. ❞ 

❝ They are my emotions to feel. ❞ 

❝ Nobody can poison my feelings if they’re never revealed. ❞ 

❝ Don’t let me die when there’s nobody here.   ❞ 

❝ I need a drink, whiskey ain’t my thing but shit is all good. ❞ 

❝ You’ve been out of reach, could you explain? I think that you should. ❞ 

❝ What you been up to? Who’s been loving you good? ❞ 

❝ I’ve been looking through the texts and all the photos. ❞ 

❝ Do you let him touch you the way I used to? ❞ 

❝ Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? ❞ 

❝ I’m just curious, is it serious? ❞ 

❝ Are we just friends? ❞ 

❝ You say you wanted me, but you’re sleeping with him ❞ 

❝ I don’t believe you. ❞ 

❝ You ain’t been loving me right. ❞     

❝ I wanna be loved every night. ❞     

❝ Baby, you should pick up the phone. ❞     

❝ If you’re around, come get it. ❞     

❝ I wanna be missed like every night. ❞     

❝ I wanna be kissed like it’s the last time. ❞     

❝ Say you can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t breathe without me. ❞     

❝ I wanna be held. ❞     

❝ Say you can’t walk, can’t talk, go on without me. ❞     

❝ I want you tired every day ‘Cause I run through your brain. ❞     

❝ Hold me down, keep me safe. ❞     

❝ I left a mark on your neck. ❞     

❝ Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, I’m the best you’ve ever had. ❞     

❝ Why don’t you just cut the shit? ❞     

❝ Why can’t you just be honest – with yourself? ❞     

❝ I know every day you’re thinking of me. ❞     

❝ You say no one will understand. You wish you could but you just can’t.❞  

❝ How long 'til you realize, he’ll never love you like me? ❞    

❝ So thirsty, you’re drowning in it. ❞   

❝ I’ll make it to the top. ❞   

❝ Does it really matter at all? ❞   

❝ Come around 'cause I need you. ❞   

❝ Let me see you. ❞   

❝ I miss you, I love you, so it’s really hard to see – we just got to let it be.❞ 

❝ Won’t you just meet me in the middle? ❞   

❝ I believe we just had to learn to fall. ❞   

❝ I’m making a new home. ❞                         

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‘stay for me.’

* soft angst starters!

when you continuously toss around what is considered a ‘joke’ and what is ‘genuine’ in 1:1 ratio, it gradually becomes the norm where your utmost intentions become hazy. inwoo, in this mess, finds the perk in throwing his honesty here and there with a cloak of jest. oh, you know–––just to beat around the bush. maybe get the same honesty masked with sarcasm from the other end too, if lucky.

“what am i, your boyfriend?” he takes a big risk this time. bona dawdles in front of her apartment entrance, her expression in a flurry after what he’s said about the dangling head right down the ledge of her window. he expects something along the line of, ‘you wish, loser,’ or some kind of counter that will keep this tricky game rolling. on the other hand, inwoo thinks it’s time for a change, so he throws a straight ball. 

“if i do, what do i get in return?”

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‘you’re not safe here.’

* soft angst starters!

“y’know, taehyung… i think i’d know that better than anyone else, or you, for that matter.”

inwoo stalls. he stalls because… let’s see. no, it’s not because he is scared of spirits, because then it’d be an equivalent to a normal (not that inwoo deems himself abnormal, but basing it on popular belief–––) person looking at a flying litter on the pavement and going off the deep end. inwoo is only scared of confirmations on hazy red lights, when in fact he wishes it to be orange instead. simply put, he stands grounded before the rocky pathway down the mountain because taehyung also senses the same eerie boding along the setting sun. validations on superstitious qualms were always, without a doubt–––unsettling.

“i personally think you should worry about yourself first, dude. it’s not like you’re used to getting love from angsty spirits on the daily, which is… myself.” he squints an eye at the stroke of sunlight in deep crimson, and puts a second thought into the possibility of making down the trail before the sunset. questionable. a chill streams down his spine, and inwoo does nothing but what he always ends up doing: sucking it up like a big boy.

“alright, here’s the deal. let’s get going before our spooky hunches get any more keen.”

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"don't touch me."

* soft angst starters!

it’s been maybe half of his lifetime since this boy started basing his life motto on, ‘don’t waste your kindness.’ if you ask why, it’s because of his nature of being able to see apparitions against his will, and witness events that he’d rather really, truly not. if ‘don’t waste your kindness’ is his favorite phrase, his least favorite is ‘ignorance is bliss.’ only if the ‘ignorance’ part can even be achieved in this ill-fated, phantasmal life of his!

“m’bad,” he mutters quietly, awkwardly tracing his hand to the back of his head. inwoo eyes the visible discomfort in the other boy’s expression, the way his face is crumpled. well, going back to the idea of living by that motto–––let’s just say that inwoo doesn’t do a good job of implementing it as much as he wishes to. maybe he’s just better off locking himself up in his apartment forever, so he can’t even witness these prospective wrack-ups that only he can see. some day, when his dumb hospitality would pipe down for once.

blinking at the half-severed hand on the ground–––or to the other boy, the air, he repeats the scenario where he becomes the pitiful loon. the part where he looks seemingly normal seems to bewilder people even more, so inwoo pitches an effort to sound normal as well. 

“you were about to trip over this… thing, but it’s gone now.”

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

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( sms: ☀️) oppa? ( sms: ☀️) i didn’t know you had an older brother

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( sms: ☀️) okay but i’ve only ever used it on you…

( sms: 😍 ) oh ( sms: 😍 ) well then… ( sms: 😍 ) i’m single ( sms: 😍 ) but don’t ask me for my number, my oppa will get mad

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honestly tho where are all the single verse muses at

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[text] Are you papa bear’s porridge because you’re hot

( sms: 😍 ) are you hungry? because i’m about to shove this whole porridge down your throat( sms: 😍 ) i love you 😛

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[text] Haha ;)

( sms: 😍 ) are you laughing at your own joke again

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girlfound‌:

“shut up, i’m not scared.” and she most certainly isn’t. because all she does is pin the blame on something else. 

bona blames the tremble of her fingers to the nonexistent gust of wind that had followed her inside, her racing thoughts to that second cup of coffee, and her quickening pulse to the warmth of his skin–

wait.

beating around the bush is easy. it’s the execution of said words that always seems to fail her. case in point: her arms tighten impossibly around the boy’s waist, and she smothers her voice into his shoulder. what she says and what he hears probably fail to match up. that doesn’t stop her from blubbering on and on, filling the space in between his sentences with her own. the finale is a long, exasperated whine as she begrudgingly peels herself away, just barely registering the last of his words as she lets her arms fall back at her sides.

“sofa. okay, sounds good.” she nods with a short sniff, expression wrinkled even as she toes off her shoes and steps further inside. without a second’s hesitation, she makes a beeline for his bedroom, tugging him along by the end of his sleeve. there isn’t so much of a glance back before she’s crawling under the sheets with him along in tow, making sure he’s right where he wants her before she curls up against him. “your bed smells like ramen.”

it’s always as if talking to bona is like talking to his 3 year old baby cousin. that said, inwoo can never, ever beat her when it comes to what she wants versus what he wants—because let’s be real, can you really beat a newborn with words?

you’re right, you can’t. the words just go right past their ears.

inwoo trudges over his clothes sprawled across on the wooden floor, faint creaks leading him back to his room. when he notices his last worn boxers laying on the floor, he briskly grabs and throws them to the corner of the room with an inaudible ‘fuck.’ then he makes sure that she didn’t land her eyes on them, passing her a quick smile. safe. “your words say one thing, but your actions say another. have you noticed that, ever?”

there’s a muffled background noise from the game put on pause, and distant ticks of the clock on the wall. actually, maybe it doesn’t even really have to do with bona doing whatever she wants. maybe it’s just that he lets her do whatever she wants. it’s all a blow of a realization as he plops himself on the bed, blinking once at the girl who always seems to sway him around with her wide little eyes. even more than how much the spirits control him on a daily basis. “yeah, well, you’re not really in a position to complain.” inwoo makes a face at her, then tugs her by her waist against him. cue the grin that’s really nothing more than what a toddler would put on with the phrase, your-challenge-is-accepted!

“and you can’t really complain about the position you’ve put yourself into, either.”

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