krisilcavaliere gasped: ♡

[[ ….Am I being punk’d right now or–]] 

x-illestkevin-deactivated201809 gasped: ♡ *wiggles eyebrows*

{`aggressively throws m&m’s at you }

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Kyungsoo was a man of selective words and more importantly; few gestures. So when he involuntarily veered onto the opposite side of the path, (not so gently) bumping shoulders with a female who appeared to be but a few years older than him; it was expected that he only managed to flick an apologetic look toward the latter.

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chenthemilkman: “ 1/20 graphics of Kim Joonmyeon ”
selentihun-deactivated20130809 gasped: The street Sehun lived on was rather bland, all grey hues with the occasional bright colour flares of neighbouring children with their chalks all over the sidewalks, however that was it. So it didn't take Sehun too long to realize the boy from yesterday had arrived, at the end of the street, staring up and down in a rather confused manner. He picks himself up from the steps, hand waving in the air to catch the other's attention. There was a soft smile when he saw the book. 'Huh, he remembered.'

A sigh of relief permeated the air as Kyungsoo caught sight of the other wavering his hand, and almost instantaneously he thrust himself into a somewhat brisk walk.

Kyungsoo clutched the novel to a shirt clad chest; golden rays of sun warming his cheeks as he continued on down the path. “Here,” he enunciated; still quite a distance from the taller boy, “I came to return your book.”

taoq: “ 31 of ∞ times of Kyungsoo being simply perfect. ”
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