@notfrsale !!

" so .. boba ? no homework , no responsibilities , just boba ?? " complete with a tiny grin and all .

@yuseongu !!

    “i turned in my final project this morning and napped the rest of the day which means my sleep schedule is now ruined for the summer but that’s okay because i’m finally free.”from the stress of school, from the weight of getting the best grades, from the worry of failing a class, he is free, and excited about that fact. words leave him in an enthused rush, and the sleep-deprived student from eight hours ago is nowhere to be found, replaced with an energetic, clingy hojin. arms loop ‘round torso and chin hooks over shoulder, nuzzling in with the intent of staying right where he is. “tell me you’re free right now, because i could use some fun.”

open to: anyone !!

     “i don’t want to think about anything right now. do you ?”

@newsflsh !!

     “if i nap in the tub, will you join me ? it’s too hot for the bed but i wanna hold you.”

@wcvensouls !!

     “do you ever feel like...” words start then stutter to a halt, pensive pinch to brows and petulant twist to lips ; he likes to think he can articulate the colorful world within his mind but some days, words fail him. “no, nevermind - it sounds kinda dumb, now that i really think about it.” sounds childish, a voice sounding like his father’s offers.

     “what do you mean, i’m confusing ? what’s confusing about what we’re doing ?” hojin tries not to let his disappointment show, though he’s never been good at schooling features when he needed to, and he can hear the way dismay begins to curl through softened tone. he knows exactly what the other is going to say, how hojin’s never placed a label to whatever song and dance they’re doing, how he always insists it’s fun just as it is, how he’s confusing. he knows, and yet it still sits wrong in his stomach every time it happens. “we’re having fun, aren’t we ?”

@yuseongu !!

     “wonder how all that mistletoe got everywhere.” the ceiling is nearly covered in the stuff, thanks to hojin’s overzealous handiwork, unnecessary as it might be. but it’s the holidays, and he likes the tradition of it too much to not partake in it.

@svnnysidevp !!

     “come here.” he steps into farrah’s space, hands encircling hands and entangled appendages lifted to press lips to fingers. his cheeks are red with cold ( not embarrassment ! ). “your hands were looking cold.”

@nobilitylost !!

     “oh would ya look at that ?” mistletoe suspended above their heads and held between fingers is shaken like he’s ringing a bell, delighted grin on lips. hojin doesn’t need a plant to kiss minsu but it’s tradition !

@svnnysidevp​ !!

     “whatcha doing ?” tone pitching in innocence and curiosity, a little bit of emphasis in words to hide the fact his heart is beating rather tremulously ( nevermind the fact he knows exactly why ).

open to: anyone !! plot: the name of the game is CONFUSION - being friends with hojin means your muse is constantly subjected to his overwhelming, overly friendly affections. i’m talking kisses, holding hands, cuddling, hugging, the whole nine yards but without a label.

     fingers dance along bared skin in a rhythmic movement following the hums and lilts of a melody unfurling in thoughts, pausing at fluttering pulse point to tap a playful beat before continuing its trek along forearm and further. parties aren’t his usual thing, and it’s evident when his long since empty cup has been abandoned at his feet and he’s unwilling to move from where he’s sinking into the couch cushions and determinedly dragging the other down into the comfort with him. hojin looks like he’s on the precipice of passing out with the way head lolls into crook of neck and lips brush along warm skin, voice soft, curious, a permanent playful lilt to it, “having lots of fun ?”

     parties may not be his usual thing but they are when he can spend time with friends, when there are no lack of shoulders to sling arms ‘round or laps to crawl onto or cheeks and lips and necks to press smacking, burning affection to. he pulls free from where he’s dangerously close to letting mindless will drive teeth into pulsepoint, teeth bared instead in a little grin. “need a drink ? or snacks ? or wanna dance ?”

@saeshcre !!

     gentle fingers brush along faint marks indented in neck, a mindless motion meant to simply feel what he’s already memorized countless times with lips and fingers alike, than to coax a sound from the other. lazy, teasing smile crawls snail slow across lips, fingers dragging to poke into cool cheek before dropping to laze ‘pon shoulder, head tipping sideways to pillow comfortably ‘pon hand now. “is it offensive to go as you for halloween ? because i wanna match this year again, and i think i’d make as sexy a vampire as you.” it’s the same question he’s asked before, and it’ll be the same question he asks in the coming days as the holiday draws nearer, but hojin will gladly ask it a thousand times to see that amusement curl across taehyun’s features as it does each time.

@nobilitylost !!

     “you think i can be a ghibli character now ??” pure delight and childish glee colors tone bright and airy, a giggle lost somewhere in consonants and vowels as hojin all but skips up to the other. hair has lost its faded teal and, in its stead, is vivid roseate hues, not quite the sun-kissed horizon at dawn and not quite the warm cherry red but something lost in between.

@mortalitatis !!

     “i’m not moving a single inch.” such a strong declaration from a man whose voice still wavers with the petulant, sun-soaked whine from earlier, cheeks ruddy red from the heat and eyes slanted close as if the sun is beating down on him. even now, stretched out on not cool enough grass and shaded by the leaves billowing in the breeze of a tree they’re beneath, hojin is sure he is more puddle than person at this point, and that he really won’t be moving.

@nobilitylost // spotify wrapped // monsta x’s destroyer !!

     “time goes toc-tic, it goes backward..” softened vowels lilting over softened tongue, slow and weightless where it falls between them, where it floats up from the cotton fluff between ears. there’s a dreamy quality to heavy-lidded gaze in a combination of lack of sleep over his recent project and his already overactive imagination, two potent halves forming one nigh incoherent whole ( words flutter around tongue like crystal butterfly wings, magical and unreal and heavy in weight ). hojin shuffles closer, tactile personality amplified when exhaustion bruises features, chin hooking over the closest body part and voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper, “then the ending is complete.”

@svnnysidevp !!

     fingers are insistent and stubborn where they curl over sides, unrelenting in grip ‘round farrah’s waist, in releasing his self-claimed personal pillow. the table fan is on full blast, courtesy of one im hojin and his permanent radiator of a body, and he’s melted into the couch cushions in the span of just a few seconds, all soft sighs and fluttering lashes. “i know we absolutely have to move in, like, a minute but can we make that minute five minutes instead ?”