Its Dangerous To Go Alone! Take This.*kisses You Straight On The Lips*

it’s dangerous to go alone! take this. *kisses you straight on the lips*

Lee Felix drabble

[18:30] Felix likes skinship. That is something I noticed from the first day I was assigned on the group's management team. What I understood later is that every kind of skinship he expresses goes hand in hand with what he is feeling at the moment. He holds my hand when he is anxious, he puts his head on my shoulder when he is tired, he cuddles me when he feels content, he interlocks our hands when he is giddy and he kisses my face when he is happy. That helped me take care of him better, as I knew what he needed by the type of skinship I was receiving.

So I was quite surprised when, one evening, he returned from practice and he immediately came to me on the sofa and rested his head on my lap, face upwards, eyes closed and lips pressed together and sealed. It was not something he've done before, because in his book this was a little too pushing of my boundaries for him to do on the daily, mostly because of it's meaning: it meant he was sad. "Lix is everything okay?" He took his time, to the point I had started rereading my book when he answered, eyes still closed:"I miss home. Can you play with my hair? It calms me down". "Of course Bok, I only have to leave when the rest of you do for the show, we have plenty of time". I started comping through tangled strants of hair, doing my best at smoothing them out, scratching and petting his scalp as I went. He visibly relaxed after a couple of minutes and started humming a tune. I whispered to him, hoping to confront him, saying that his parents are proud of him, his sister is proud of him, the boys are so happy to have him in their lives and stays love him. "I am glad I met you as well. You are a bright sun in your best days and a strong tide in your lowest and I am so happy I get to experience and help you trough all of them."

He took my hand from his head and brought it to his lips, kissed my palm and interwining our fingers he pressed them to his chest. "I love you too". Eyes still closed.

Yes, that was I trying to say myself Bok. I love you.

Minho: That'd go against my moral compass.

Seungmin: Your moral compass is a fucking roulette wheel.

I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love.

Christmas Reunion - an Im Changkyun drapple

It's cristmassy and I saw it in a dream, enjoyyyy

I did not particularly like college holiday festivities but this year's included students that have already graduated the years prior. Not one, but two graduates really close to my heart accepted the invitation almost immediately. Kylo, who graduated last year, moved to another city and has pestered me with one-hour weekly calls ever since, and Changkyun, who I met as a junior, moved to another COUNTRY and we've been messaging back and forth for years.

Someone would think I would be extra attentive to find them during the senior's & graduate's entrance, but no, I actually lost both entrances because I was talking on my phone. Which means I now have to walk all alone between a bunch of college boys&girls to find were my friends are. Bodies dancing and drinking, playing games and cheering, in a courtyard that compared to a football court in size and I cursed wholeheartedly my 160 inches of self and my useless pair of eyes for at least 20 minutes until I found them.

They were seated in a picnic table, opposite of each other, in deep conversation, sipping out of big red plastic cups. They weren't even looking for me while I had a cardiac arrest trying to find them! Kylo had both his legs folded under him, as he always does to get comfortable, and Kyun was wearing a scarf I had knitted and had delivered to him last christmas. They were different than I remembered and all the same at once and I just stood there watching them with a huge grin plastered on my face, waiting for one of them to sense my presence or some shit.

Kyun figired it out first, getting up in such a hurry he turned over his now empty cup. He reached me first and he started speaking so damn fast that I was really struggling to coprehend words and soon enough I could not even respond because he was squishing me , like, so hard. After he actually let me breath and speak, we exchanged wishes and news between the three of us, we got more drinks, we danced, and eventually filled some paper plates with finger food.

We returned to our picnic table, slightly tipsy, slightly giggly and happier than we've been for a few months now. I was really sleepy, but the organizers have prepared a firework display, and I was not about to miss out on that one. I slipped next to Kyun and started gushing about his hair, which by now has grown to the point of a ponytail, arranging strands of hair behind his ears, loosening up the rubbing band and tightening it again. I ended up pulling too hard, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain. My first instict was to kiss him on the cheek, as I do that to almost everyone to show affection, and I leaned up and pursed my lips. Somewhere between the noise and the booze in his system, his brain received the message that I wanted to kiss him and he leaned down, but instead of turning his cheek to me, he pecked me right on the lips. The shock written all over my face was silent, only accompanied by Kylo's hysterical laughing and the colour's of the fireworks dancing along Kyun's rosy skin. Merry Christmass indeed.