post #6
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“We could look it up together.” Joonmyun licked the corner of his lower lip, a sign of nervousness Yifan was already familiar of. As the shorter’s lips moved and formed words, Yifan couldn’t help but noticed how pink and wet Joonmyun’s lips were. It was as if there was a blinking board just right above those plump lips, ‘KISS ME’.
Yifan cleared his throat. “I have, actually, looked for ways to burn calories. But there should be two participants.”
“Yeah?” Joonmyun sounded sincerely curious, Yifan was almost sorry. “Can I help?”
“I’m afraid you would... not like it.”
Joonmyun frowned, lips turning into a pout. “Tell me first? Is it too difficult? Like bending and splitting?”
“Are you sure you want to know, though? Once you know, there is no turning back.” Yifan leaned closer as the words rolled off his tongue.
“Yeah, sure.”
Yifan leaned even closer to Joonmyun’s ear, the other started to blush. “There is this fact I read on the internet the other day,” Yifan said lowly, sending shivers to Joonmyun’s spine. “Kissing burns 6.4 calories a minute. Want to help me workout?”
He certainly didn’t expect a slap coming straight to his left cheek. Damn, it stung.
Joonmyun looked surprised and panicked, his hand used to slap Yifan still hanging awkwardly. “I- I-“ Then he abruptly stood up and made his way out hurriedly. Yifan wanted to cry, but he didn’t know what he was going to cry about. The sting? The embarrassment? The rejection? His fingers softly stroked on his hurting cheek as he forced himself to pay attention to television again.
Soon there were sounds of footsteps entering the living room again, and Joonmyun came into Yifan’s view. His face was flushing red, hand holding out an icepack. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Joonmyun stumbled over his words and all Yifan’s pain was gone.
“Is that for me?” Yifan asked, referring to the icepack. Joonmyun nodded shyly. Sighing, Yifan reached out and took Joonmyun’s wrist, pulling him closer. He made Joonmyun sat next to him awkwardly with a leg draping across Yifan’s. He guided Joonmyun’s hand to pat the icepack on his stinging cheek. Joonmyun’s hand was warm, a contrast to the cold icepack. Yifan liked it.
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