bkehaunani
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“Are you allowed to be this annoying?” Seungkwan complains. “I’m trying to figure out if this is a sex thing and you’re laughing at me!”
“Sorry,” Kibum manages, waving a hand in front of his face like he can waft the hysteria away, gesturing at Seungkwan to eat. “Sorry, sorry, hyung didn’t mean to be mean. You let your members bully you into jeans that tight when you’re not sure if it’s a sex thing?”
Seungkwan sections off an entire shrimp with his chopsticks and shoves it grumpily into his mouth. Just past the lip of the balcony and the evening is breathing new life into Seoul, the throb of UN Village spilling out onto the Han with every new light flickering over its surface, the ambient noise of music and chatter and traffic wrapping the two of them in their own illusion of privacy. More intimate, somehow, for being made aware of the world.
“Ugh, this is really good,” Seungkwan grumbles. “I’m going to eat this whole thing and you aren’t going to be able to get me out of them.”
(Or: Kibum hadn't started out wanting to fuck Seventeen's Boo Seungkwan.)
-
Tags
Summary
They’d shared a meal, washed the dishes, and curled up on the sofa; Minho thought it was shaping up to be a normal Saturday night. But then Kibum’s hand came to rest high on his thigh.
-
Tags
Summary
None of them really acknowledged the shift outside of brief, breathless post-orgasm chats. Referring to their new status in any daytime capacity would just complicate it, make it something to be discussed in terms of relationships and PR. So much easier to just…say nothing, listen for any knocks on their doors at night, and let go with whoever ended up in their beds.
Bookmarked by bkehaunani
17 Aug 2023
-
Tags
Summary
Kibum pushed himself up, still looking irritated, and rearranged himself into a sitting position. “What are you doing here?”
“You said you missed me,” Minho said.
Bookmarked by bkehaunani
28 Jul 2023
Bookmarker's Notes
just as good as the title implies. an instant fave
-
Tags
Summary
It's easy to use each other. They have rules to make it easier. They don’t talk. They don’t stay. They don't tell the others.