@k. nahee "oh? punch you on your lips? you're funny," he emits a small laugh, somehow finding her little joke as something funny. "then i'll punch you on the lips many times, don't get knocked out—" he gives her a teasing smirk, wiggling his digits along her frame. it's been long since he has last observed her so closely, even if his head is pounding and his tongue is dry from the necessity of alcohol. her beauty shines brighter than ever, he could see the little perks of her soft skin—glowing under the dim light of his bedroom. he hiccups but from happiness this time. "you're flattering me too much, baby. you're the most beautiful girl i've ever met. all of the girls can stay jealous for all i care—" he leans in once more to quickly peck her soft lips, missing that single taste of beauty. "i'm dumb, just for you!"
@t. mark "a punch? you can punch me too," she states, a cheeky grin making its way on her face, "but only with your lips. heh." it's a corny joke, but she can't help herself. when he pulls away, she can't help but admire him. the gorgeous boy she had fallen for at first sight, in all his drunk and sleepy glory, was her boyfriend. "please. you're mark tuan. one of the most handsome guys on campus and extremely popular on social media. i mean, 800k subs? probably all girls who wish they were in my place. talking about wishes, you used to be my 11:11 wish. did you know that?" she confesses, tightening her embrace slightly as she looks up at him in anticipation for his reaction. "are you dumb? i love you for you. so - yes, even when you're drunk and hungover and knocked out."
@j. jungkook [#h] When Taehyung ‘accidentally’ nearly burned down the whole campus’ dormitory building he surely wasn’t expecting his day to end like that: -, shamelessly ogling at his own in the mirror, in a bathroom that clearly wasn’t his own, all while the clock on the wall read 2AM sharp. To be fair, Taehyung would like to believe he had a nicely shaped , one that was pleasant enough to stare at with pure admiration; the text that read ‘kiss my ’ — permanently inked on his right cheek by his friend nearly a year ago — was just another touch to the piece of art that was his gracious bottom, people should be literally, kissing his .
The lock of the bathroom’s door was broken — he wasn’t too sure if he was the one to break it or if it was broken in the first place; judging by the state of the rest of Mark and his friends’ apartment it wasn’t unlikely he wasn’t the culprit, for once. All Taehyung could do was pray none of Mark’s weird roommates would, for some reason, decide they have to use the bathroom at 2 in the morning, that is, if they were even home.
With a suspicious looking loofah in one hand and a bottle of soap from an unknown source in the other he all but jumped into the shower. And maybe, just maybe, Taehyung was already feeling a little too at home, where in reality he had only been there for a solid hour, if not less; but he really couldn’t help the soft mumbles and hums that fell through his slightly parted lips, “Who lives in a pineapple under the sea...” as he scrubbed down the clear reminder that, oh yeah, he totally nearly lost his whole arm in the fire. The water alone did a pretty decent job at washing the blotches of black off Taehyung’s body — who honestly probably looked like he came over to Mark’s right after he casually went down the neighbor’s chimney.
After giving the performance of his life to the lone mosquito hanging on the wall, he deemed himself somewhat cleaner. He jumped out of the shower only to realize he left the clothes and towel Mark had given him in the living room. Whoopsy. Although one to be comfortable in own , he wasn’t too sure Mark would appreciate a very , dripping wet Taehyung on his couch. His eyes darted around the steamy bathroom, quickly spotting a relatively clean towel as well as a pair of what he hoped were, unused boxers. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” With a sigh he reached for the two items, firstly drying himself with the towel — he wouldn’t dare wipe his face with it though, god knows what this towel had been up to prior to that night — and then sliding the boxers up his legs. Hopefully they were Mark’s, but Taehyung was doubtful Mark had any boxers with a Spiderman pattern all over them, but well, who was he to judge?
@k. nahee his finger slowly runs against her cheek, "you're the only one who can call me that. anyone else gets a punch." he warns with a small chuckle, then smiling once again after receiving her delightful kiss. "trust me, i'm the only lucky one here. i'm sure all the other boys in the world are jealous," he softly smiles. within the hold, he leans in to give the female a longer kiss in return. "do i really? even if i'm drunk, hungover, and sometimes knocked out?" the smile grows bigger, and it reveals his sharp canines.
@k. taehyung if anyone were to object mark's decision of accepting taehyung's self-invitation to the apartment, it'll probably be everyone in the complex. he sits there and rethinks his answer. why exactly did mark allow taehyung to live in their apartment? it is quite too late to say no now; 15 minutes has passed since their last message. regardless, mark is the one who takes the blame for everything that occurs in the room, and he also pays for a lot of things as well. he'll be called an idiot once or twice, but he'll eventually revoke his roommates' access to his money (of which they beg for all the time).
a 'click' from the front door echoes, mark immediately turns towards the noise and moves his head to see who is entering their home. he is positive that the others have left for some emergency—especially after the ruckus that they have caused, so there is no way that they will be home this early. kim taehyung slowly peeps from behind the entrance, looking like an absolute mess with leaves stuck to his strands and his clothes ripped by unknown sources. mark doesn't speak for a brief moment but that is because he is wondering how on earth did taehyung guess their pass code. then again yoongi thought of it, everyone agreed that they will get robbed one day.
it has been a while since mark last saw taehyung. the last time was at a party obviously, but it is different now since mark sees the other male without his face being planted against some stranger's couch. he remembers clinking beverages with taehyung, then slurring some forbidden words that should be censored from the public. the both of them never recall any last night events, and that is one good thing about the two.
taehyung approaches slowly, and it causes mark to jump back slightly. "bro, you need a shower before you do anything in this house," mark stands up from the couch and rushes inside his bedroom. he almost frantically searches for a towel that taehyung can borrow, eventually finding a light blue one that is resting in his closet. he grabs a random t-shirt and one of the many sweatpants that he has. the dancer paces outside to hand the pile of clothes and towel to taehyung, but he makes sure to give it to the hand that wasn't in a cookout. "just use the one on the right, and do you want something to eat? i'm sure you do."
@t. mark To say Taehyung’s night was rather eventful would be an understatement, it never failed to amaze the young junior just how many accidents one could get himself into in the span of barely twelve hours. Just earlier that day he had been hanging out with the guys, a casual monday for a guys night out that left Taehyung a little tipsy. He got back to his dorm at midnight, feeling a little hungry and adventures he opted for cooking over ordering food for god knows what reason; in his hazy state it seemed fairly reasonable to make waffles in the middle of the night, without a waffle machine that is. The story of what happened after nearly everyone in their dormitory building have heard, or rather seen. So yeah, who would’ve thought making waffles could set your whole apartment on fire? Crazy.
It was only after Taehyung spent a good hour of his life strolling around town and getting chased by a homeless man — Eunwoo — that he decided enough was enough, he would have to put his pride aside and admit defeat. It came as no surprise someone like him had more friends than one could count, but Taehyung, who was known as the guy who was an accident waiting to happen — wasn’t exactly the ideal guest. He wasn’t necessarily rude, not even an unpleasant company, just... rather chaotic in every way possible. Only an idiot would let Taehyung sleep over at their place, which was the exact reason Taehyung found himself standing in front of the A3-101 apartment, where his friend Mark lived. And if it sounded like Taehyung was calling Mark dumb, it was exactly what he was doing.
The broken door of the dorm was a rather welcoming sight for someone like him; if their own door was broken they surely wouldn’t mind if Taehyung broke their window, right? Because that definitely something that happened before. On an accident, of course.
Honestly, knocking was never his style, and he wasn’t all too thrilled to explain as to why he was there in one in the morning if someone other than Mark would open the door, so, guessing the door lock’s password it is. He was prepared to sit by their door for the next 2 hours, punching in random numbers combination until he was let in — that until the door clicked open on his very first try. “Oh.” He should’ve known an apartment with 4 guys would use no other password than the infamous ‘6969’.
The apartment looked completely different when there weren’t nearly 50 drunk university students jumping off the walls; it was the first time Taehyung had been there for any other reason than partying, and somewhat sober. He helped himself in, grinning widely when he spotted his friend waiting for him in the living room. “What’s up bro? Sorry for coming so late... I was running away from a homeless person, you know, the usual.” He walked towards the other male as he spoke, knowing all too well that he probably looked like a hot mess; his pants unintentionally ripped, his arms black from his poor attempt of putting out the fire earlier, and there was possibly a leaf or two stuck in his hair. He probably should jump right into the shower before he touches anything in the house.
@t. mark she prepares herself for the incoming attack by reflexively moving her hands to cover his own, but stops midway as he changes the position of his hands. "my only loser? you say that like it's a good thing... ya dork," she mumbles softly, gazing at him with pure affection. "honest? me neither," she jokes playfully, sticking her tongue out at him briefly. "i'm kidding... you should know how lucky i am to have you as my boyfriend, right? you make me so happy." she says, cupping his face in her hands once more to give him another peck on his lips. "you have my whole heart."
@j. heejin trying to bite back the laughter getting ready erupt when he saw heejin reaching in her bag to pull out her 'weapons', the strong look of determination staining her flush features. "i think you should rethink this--" nearly tripping over her bag as he jumped in front of where the door was, both hands spread out to attempt his failure in shielding the door. "what if you get bit? everyone on the swim team will probably beat me up if i let our captain get hurt..."
@k. nahee he laughs softly, “i get to hear your cute laugh. what else?” he replies with a teasing tone. his hands slowly crawls down her frame with intent to tickle her again. ”i’m happy to be your one and only loser,” he accepts with extreme glee and receives her peck with a toothy smile. “i better be your only loser,” he mumbles, his fingers dancing to her soft facials and his hand caressing her cheek. “i don’t know what i did to have you as my girlfriend.”
@t. mark “oh?” her eyebrow quirks up in amusement, “and what are you going to gain from tickling me?” she challenges, a playful glint apparent in her eyes. “you’re right,” she acknowledges with a small nod, turning back onto her side and supporting her head with one hand while bringing the other up to cup his cheek. “but you’re still a loser. my personal loser. mine and only mine.” she emphasizes and sends a small wink his way, leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the cheek before adjusting back to her original position.
@k. nahee her movement angles his touch better, but he hovers away from her soft skin and reveals a satisfied grin. “you’re stuck with me forever,” he replies with the same expression and places a small kiss on the base of her neck. “you’re so ticklish, i’m gunna remember this..” his words grow weaker while he continues to slowly slur them. he falls back next to her, gazing at her pretty eyes and running his hands through her strands once more. “call me a loser again, babe. you’re gunna be here anyways.”
@t. mark “get used to it?” she repeats, a small smile creeping onto her lips, “you sayin’ i’m stuck with you, loser?” there’s a twinkle in her eye as she jokes and she knows they’re both fully aware that she wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. “hey, stop it,” she squeaks out, squirming slightly in his hold as she tries to prevent him from nuzzling her neck by adjusting herself in weird angles, “it tickles!”’
@t. mark she averts her attention at him, with a small simper propped onto her lips. “that’s good, stitch’s safety is very important.” she nods lightly, reassured that stitch was at his dad’s place. ”asfhjk- i’m not a thief,” she gazes at his appearance. she curls her fingers into a fist, eager to punch that grin off of his dirty face. a familiar ringtone from snap, she pulls out her phone and sees a message from naeun. “oh- i believe i can’t eat chicken with you. maybe ask nahee, your lover, your everything,” she emits a chuckle before hopping onto her feet. “text me if i passed the test heh,” she waves to him goodbye before leaving the place.
@k. taehyung mark met taehyung at a college party from a few months ago. they exchanged numbers quickly after their first encounter, but their 'friendship' never passed that point. people assume that they are friends since mark is always quick on inviting taehyung to some brofest at an apartment, but they are simply party pals—somewhat. their text messages consist with invitations of one place and another, sometimes they go out to drink and black out at mark's apartment. if they do manage to achieve a checkpoint in their bond, mark wouldn't mind at all. somehow, taehyung is one of the few people that mark believes he likes. though, nobody really wants to be liked by mark.
on such an unfortunate day, mark gets an urgent text message from taehyung that he needs a place to stay. mark doesn't decline. well, there really isn't a reason for him to refuse taehyung's plea, but it is somewhat tight since there are four guys living in a single spot already. this issue means that taehyung must sleep in the living room... or he can borrow mark's bed. either way, mark isn't going to let taehyung sleep on his bed—unless taehyung has some massive back problem where he needs cushion to lie on. mark feels somewhat ecstatic by the idea of having a friend over for a /few/ days. he can finally see someone other than the other three idiots in his apartment. more so, it is a friend that he actually likes.
the time ticks on the white wall. it is approximately one in the morning, which is an odd hour to receive such a text, but mark is still awake, and that will most likely last until dawn. his body slumps on top of the living room couch like always, and his vision jumps back and forth from his alerting smartphone and blaring television. he checks his messages (that is left on seen) a few times to make sure he didn't forget anything important.
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@c. hansol she gingerly grinned at his kiss, fully welcoming his tiers upon her cheek willing before allowing him to avert his eyes back. "alright," she murmured as she tuned her attention into his phone, slowly typing in his password though abruptly stopping for a moment? bluebird? that was her username and -- she peered over to him once more and her face softened evidently. yeah, she was so damn sure they were destined. she typed the address to the beach and pointed to the right, "you'll be taking a right, right here, my good sir,"
@m. mina "good. uhh- before that can you put the directions into my phone, please?" he questioned, pulling out the phone from his back pocket before handing it to over to her. "the passcode is bluebird, no caps, no space." he reached over with his body to place another kiss upon her cheek before putting the car in reverse, looking back carefully as he pulls the car out of the parking space. switching back to drive, he steps down on the gas, slowly exiting the confinements of the parking lot.
@c. hansol "wow, a gentleman," she noted, her countenance never fading from that of a eating grin just at the view of him and his quirky smile. her attention was brought towards her seat belt as she situated herself in her spot, clicking it to press against her physique before noticing just how /close/ she sat to the wheel, embarrassment crawling up on her neck as she broke out into yet another chortle. "i'm -- short, leave me alone pfft," she wrinkled her nose at him, nodding as she spread her blanket over her lap. "ready as ever!"
@m. mina he chuckled before taking hold of the keys from her hands, he unlocked the doors before grabbing the passenger side door , pulling it open for his beloved. "in you go then, master driver." he quoted, before closing the door shut. he walked over to the driver side before getting inside, adjusting the seats and mirrors. "you sure sit up close to the wheel don't you?" he questioned, laughing a bit as he pushed it further back. he inserted the key before turning it clockwise to start the engine. "buckle up, mina?"
@c. hansol she gave her beloved a sheepish grin, hoping that he'd offer to drive because honestly - she was terrible with directions and didn't necessarily trust herself taking on the responsibility of the wheel quite yet. despite such worry, she feigned confidence, shaking her head. "no, no, only master drivers like me can operate my vehicle with such --- okay, yeah i'm kidding, you can drive," she laughed, smacking a kiss to the point of his shoulder once more. "i was hoping you'd ask, you read my mind."
@m. mina he couldn't help but jerk up an eyebrow as she spoke. so soon? was it because she wanted to partake in more adventures with him? "ahh- i can't believe you got a car before me, mina." he chuckled, following her towards the parked car. "you sure you don't want me to drive instead?"
@c. hansol she brought her finger up, twirling the circular key ring around the length of her lithe digit, showcasing her car key with a simper. "i recently just got my license, so i got to warn you," she raised her eyebrows twice in emphasis although it was all true, leaning her frame against his as they made their way in direction of the parking lot with her ushering. "i'd like to say i'm a good driver though, hehe."
@m. mina "good to you because you deserve only the best." he reassured before grinning in her direction as they walked down the corridor and then out of the apartment building. it was pitch black out, though he would travel anywhere as long as he was by her side. he nudged closer towards her body before questioning her, " so the beach you said? how are we going to get there? "
@c. hansol she elicited a hum, cocking a brow upwards whilst looking forward to his continued sentence as she tailed behind him out the door. her eyes blinked as if to register his cheesy line that made the apples of her cheeks swell into that of a pink pigmentation as she rose a hand to fix her now disheveled crown. "you're making me shy, stop," she scrunched her nose into a gummy simper, interlacing her elbow with his in a link, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "you're too good to me."
@m. mina he nods before stepping out from the doorway, grabbing his keys and shoving them in his pocket. "you know mina.." he trailed on, grabbing her free hand in the process before pulling the door shut. "anywhere with you, is beautiful in my eyes." he pressed his lips gently on her forehead before ruffling up her hair teasingly.
@c. hansol she loosened her hold on him with much reluctance, retrieving her blanket with a giddy smile from just being able to see him. damnit, she was whipped for him. her arm nudged her cloth under her arm once more before gesturing towards the front door. "it's alright, i understand. are you ready to head out? i was thinking that we could have a little picnic at the beach, it looks beautiful at night."
@m. mina he surrounds her figure with his arms, bringing her body closely for a tight embrace. he mutters into the crooks of her neck while tightening his grip on her, fully taking in her warmth as he had missed it so much. "i missed you too mina, i'm sorry i wasn't here to hang out yesterday." he exclaimed before releasing his grip. he reached down to grab her blanket before handing it back to her with a smile.
@c. hansol her attention immediately turned towards the door as it swung open, revealing the much awaited individual that made her heart perform palpitations like no other, his presence alone being her utmost happy place - shown in her widened smile. she willingly dropped her blanket by her foot, her arms opening to overwhelm him in a hug in compensation of his absentia the past day. "i missed you!"
@m. mina he pushes himself off the living room couch, before rushing towards the door. he was awaiting her arrival and was more than ecstatic when he heard the knock. he twisted the door open to flash a bright grin upon seeing her face. "ahh there's my beautiful girl."
@k. nahee her sudden reflex causes him to chuckle while he brushes away her stands of hair from her face. "you're going to have to get used to it," he teases with the same lazy grin as before. "but... your forehead is cute," he slowly slurs his words. his eyes observe every detail of her looks before he lifts his body up with his elbow. he snakes his hand down to her waist, then he leans his face in to nuzzle the other's neck. "—your neck is cute too."
