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moonsus‌:

for moonsu, it wasn’t unusual to gain a strange look or hear someone tell him he needed to tone himself down. which he really didn’t mind - he tried his best to keep his personality as something people felt comfortable with. he was all too willing to bend himself and shape into something that made the other happy. it wasn’t until he heard kian encouraging him that a wave of affection rushed through him. it was like he remembered why he was so deeply invested in him to begin with. kian let moonsu be himself, as embarrassing as it was at times, and it earned him another quick kiss. “then you’re in luck… i might’ve lied. i definitely have, like, double that to give. if those bitches hadn’t cut me off, i’d still be up there talking about you. they didn’t even let me get into how much i love your face. super rude, that’s my favorite part,” he complained with a furrowed brow. “i can tell you now, though?” it wasn’t like moonsu didn’t already find every opportunity to talk about kian to whoever would listen to him. it was shocking that in all that, he still never seemed to be enough to find out about kian’s antics beyond him. as much fun as moonsu was having… the second he heard that kian wanted to leave, he was nodding along, playing for his drinks and turning to casually kiss kian’s forehead, his arm tangling with his and taking a tight hold to his hand. “okay, let’s go,” he murmured, leading him out and sucking in a sharp breath as they stepped into the cold air. “you did mean… you meant my place, right?” he gestured to himself, his head cocked to the side. “i think if we do that, i might even let you drink a little…” he leaned closer to whisper, “but don’t tell, okay? i’m a responsible adult, taking care of my baby.”  

kian raises his other hand, hiding his smile behind a fist, as he giggles like a little schoolgirl. sometimes he really gets on his own nerves with shit like this, but he knows he has to do it because moonsu is super receptive to it. he just has to remind himself that it’s a small price to pay in the long run. “my face is your favorite part?” he quirks a brow, not so subtly shifting in his seat to spread his legs a little wider. call it manspreading or call it getting a point across. “you sure about that? kinda shallow.” he smiles. the happiness actually reaches his eyes when moonsu swiftly pays for their drinks and places a kiss to his forehead. he closes his eyes briefly, relishing in the feel, as he allows himself to be dragged out into the cool, night air. “of course, what else would i mean?” he knocks his shoulder against the other’s playfully. as the wind whips around them, he tugs his jacket closer around his body, and squeezes moonsu’s hand. “are you trying to get me drunk?” he questions, lightheartedly. “my lips are sealed, babe. don’t worry.” he grins, his cheeks hurting from how much he does the action. “i wouldn’t mind having a drink, to be honest. it’s been... a week. might be nice to wind down a little, you know?” he says. “i mean, there are other ways we can wind down too, but we’ve got all night.” he winks. 

moonsus‌:

there were obvious signs that moonsu was having what some might say was too much fun, and those assumptions would be drawn from the huge stuffed animals he was carrying on top of the way he was shoveling funnel cake into his mouth like it had an expiration date of five minutes. “oh, sorry,” he muttered, his words muffled as he held it out in offering. “want some?” at least he was attempting to be polite, even if the idea of sharing food with him could be disgusting to some. “i didn’t expect to be so good at these games. now i get why people play sports and stuff… the winning thing? pretty cool. kind of addicting. you want me to get you something, too? i’d give you one of the ones i already won, but… i already named them. flippers the third. also goes by lil flip to avoid confusion,” he introduced, lifting up the penguin in his other hand, “mr. roosevelt,” moonsu continued, lifting his elbow a bit to show the giant teddy bear decked out in winter gear under his arm, “and cupid. unoriginal, maybe, but he always was my favorite.“ he wiggled his arms to emphasize that it was the reindeer barely balancing on his broad shoulders. he was still surprised he’d gotten so many - a more competitive part of moonsu that he was previously not all too familiar with was definitely stepping forward the more he won. “seriously, let me get you something. it’ll be fun!”

kian grimaces for a split second, the look passing his features so quickly that he doesn’t give anyone time to notice, and he internally rolls his eyes. god, he can’t wait until this is all over. maybe he should’ve just pretended to be sick. “you’re kinda rendering my whole sporty boyfriend role useless.” he comments with a small smile, looking over all of the prizes moonsu had won. “i’m the one suppose to be winning you stuff, not you winning yourself gifts.” he laughs, trying his luck as he quickly snatches a piece of the boy’s funnel cake; cautious not to have his finger bitten off in the process. as moonsu lists off the names of the stuffed animals, kian tunes out, and instead becomes exclusively interested in licking the powder off of his fingertips. speaking of powder— god, what he would give to be high at this moment in time. “hm.” he hums, pretending like he even gives half a shit about what the other is saying. “how about we go ride the ferris wheel instead.” he suggests, turning to him with a smile. “i mean, you’re gonna have to leave your prizes behind but... i’ll make it worthwhile.” he winks, spinning around so that he’s walking backwards and facing the other boy. “plus, i doubt the ride operator will let anyone snatch your new friends.”

moonsus‌:

“this song is for… my boyfriend. the light of my life. he brightens every gloomy, rainy day of my life with just his smile - and gives me near sunburns when he talks, but it’s okay - i like it,” he stated over dramatically on the small stage of the bar he had begged kian to go with him to. he was leaning past tipsy and much closer to drunk, now. that was clear by how loud he was being, the mic practically unnecessary for the volume of his voice as he spent the next minute proclaiming his love until they force-started the music. he took on singing the very cheesy song ‘i chose right’ from the musical baby. he personally felt like the words perfectly represented his own feelings in their relationship, so much so that his heart felt full of admiration for kian by the end of the song. once it was over, he eagerly made his way off the stage and back over to kian, cupping the boy’s face in his hands and pulling him into a kiss. “okay, all of that is out of the way. i will not be that gross for the rest of the night. i swear. it’s all out of my system.” which sounded like a lie, but for the time being he was attempting to stay true to his word. “are you having fun?” it was followed with moonsu reaching up to tap kian’s nose, letting out a laugh as he did. that was all he really cared about, at the end of the day, and he made it obvious that it was. as long as kian was having a good time, moonsu was, too. he let kian completely dictate his emotions without even considering that it could ever be a bad thing to give him so much control. // @kians

most people would be embarrassed about the situation going down with their significant other, he figures. but not kian. he relishes in the attention and something sort of blooms in his chest at the admiration dripping from moonsu’s words. placing an elbow on the table, he props his chin up on his hand, and smiles at his boyfriend the whole time. he never once takes his eyes off of him. man, he’s really going to hate it when he has to let this one go. “what if i want you to be gross though?” he pouts, grabbing the hand that taps his nose and holding it with a certain fondness in his eyes. he hates to be his biggest fan but, damn, he’s really gotten good at all of this. he barely has to try. “i always have fun when i’m with you.” he states, his smile broadening. and, for once, something that comes out of his mouth isn’t a lie. he really does have fun with moonsu because the boy gives him everything he wants. the only downside to playing up this whole persona is that when they come to bars together, kian can’t just whip out his fake i.d. and get a drink because he’s suppose to be a nice boy who doesn’t do things like that; he’s suppose to play by the book. “it’s kinda loud in here though.” he admits. annoying, is more like it. he hates being around drunk people when he can’t get shitfaced himself. god, he’d love a beer right now. “maybe we could—” he trails off, chewing on his bottom lip, “go somewhere a little more private? quiet?”

moonsus‌:

on top of the list of moonsu’s traits, being oblivious was definitely leading him through his relationship with kian. it was terribly naive of him to believe he was as special to the boy as he made him feel, but did he think it was the honest to god truth? absolutely. there was nothing, in his mind, that was leading him to believe otherwise. every word that he heard come out of kian’s mouth was taken to heart, and all of it made him fall more and more into the relationship they’d built. for once, moon felt like he wasn’t too much. in most relationships, moonsu felt like he had to tone down his personality to make the other person comfortable, but he’d yet to have that feeling with kian. that mix had been the perfect mess to completely pull moonsu down under, wrapped around kian’s finger and willing to do whatever he could to make sure he felt as appreciated as possible.

a lot of firsts. the words catch him by surprise, but moonsu doesn’t call it out. maybe he just doesn’t understand the obvious implications behind it. he was a theatre student - it wasn’t like his smarts had gotten him all that far, anyway. “of course it’s all for you… i mean, i’d like half the pizza and some of the wine, if you don’t mind, but the rest of it? all yours.” he nodded excitedly, watching the other boy take it all in. the kiss was enough for the tension in moon’s shoulders to fall - the confirmation that he’d done a good job and made him happy satisfying enough to make him forget the few mistakes that were rolling around his brain. as if kian would look him dead in the eye and say, ‘sure, this is great, but you couldn’t light all the candles? i think we should break up.’ that didn’t stop moonsu from thinking it, however, his dramatic head and heart making things like that seem far too realistic. 

he focuses more on the pizza until the three words fall past kian’s lips, and moonsu is pretty sure his heart just stops altogether. there had been plenty of ways he dreamed of his boyfriend reacting, but a declaration of love hadn’t been much more than something he fantasized happening further down. it was such a stretch - such an impossible reality, really, and yet moonsu took every single word that came out of the other’s mouth and made sure it all went directly to his heart. “you couldn’t scare me away,” he assured after a moment, embarrassed that he felt himself fighting off a threat of tears. no one had ever said that to him, let alone first, and one would think the feeling of it all being too good to be true would clue him in on the truth. instead he was nodding his head and shifting closer to kian, cupping his face in his hands and forcing eye contact. “i’m in this for the long haul,” he repeats back, leaning down to kiss him with far more passion behind the two from before. “i love you, too,” he mutters against his lips, nodding in assurance, because it just makes sense to him. it fits the fantasy world that kian built up for him, and he has no problem completely falling into it. he doesn’t think there should be anything stopping him. “i don’t know how i’m supposed to focus on anything else, now,” he mutters with a small pout, pulling back enough to look down at him again. “i just wanna kiss you… maybe give you the rest of your gifts.”

the reaction that moonsu grants him is infinitely better than anything he could have ever imagined. it’s almost as if kian can see, feel, smell the adoration and love pouring out of him. it’s overwhelming, but he drowns in it. he loves this feeling; he loves being at the very center of people’s universes. and now he can mark step one off of his list. moonsu has already fallen for him whether he’s fully accepted it or not and now all kian has to do is make a home in the spaces between his ribs. he wants the other to not be able to listen to certain songs (whether sad or happy) and not think about him, wants little things like the fountain in the middle of the park to remind him of the times they spent together, and, most of all, he wants moonsu to feel like he can’t live without him. he wants him to swear up and down to himself that he would rather die than be without kian. he wants to kill him in the most legal way possible — by ripping his heart out and stomping all over it. he wants to humiliate him, make him feel worthless, yet, somehow, he’ll still want kian. he’ll hate him, but he’ll long for him day in and day out for months and months, wishing that things could go back to the way they used to be.

when he feels his boyfriend’s hands cupping his cheeks, he melts into the touch, and smiles. it’s genuine, but not for the reasons that it should be. in his head, he’s thinking i can’t wait to destroy you but on the outside he’s conveying i’m so in love with you. and when they kiss again, he does so fervently; but he’s unable to push it a little further before the boy is breaking it. it’s worth it to hear the confirmation of reciprocated love though because he knows moonsu means it. and, despite everything that he is, kian loves to be loved. “the rest of my gifts?” he quirks a brow, curiosity getting the best of him. he leans over a little closer, placing his hand on moonsu’s thigh, and smiles innocently. “there’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.” he tells him. “but i’d love a hint to tide me over.” he says, batting his eyelashes as if he were pulled straight out of a corny romantic comedy. though, he supposes, everything with moonsu kind of feels that way; he definitely has a way with turning the most menial things into something extravagant. it’s an art that kian sort of respects.

“let’s not take too long though, you know i’m impatient when it comes to these things.” he laughs, pulling back to reach for a piece of pizza. but he stops himself and digs his cracked phone out of his pocket. he lines it up best that he can and takes a couple of pictures. “plus, i have a few gifts for you as well.” he grins, scooting closer to moonsu so that their thighs are touching. “say cheese.” he instructs, holding his phone up. he presses his lips to the other’s cheek and snaps a quick shot. he looks it over and hums in approval before setting it off to the side and reaching for a slice again. he grabs two for himself and two for moonsu because he’s generous like that. “can i ask you something?” he questions, though he’s going to anyway with or without permission. “have you ever been in a serious relationship?” he asks, popping the bottle of wine open. “before me, i mean.” he clarifies, sucking some of the liquid off of his hand that had spilled out before pouring each of them a glass.

moonsus‌:

the way moonsu did anything was always so painfully meticulous. he could never do anything halfway, and relationships were the biggest show of evidence that he had no concept of toning down his dramatic displays of affection. it was valentine’s day, anyway - or a few days after, and he found that as a perfect excuse to go all out for kian. the two had been too busy to celebrate the day of, but the delayed celebrations were all the more of a reason to show kian just how special he was to him. the only demands he had made were that kian be at the park at six - early enough that the sun would be setting soon. the surrounding candles carefully placed around the picnic blanket had been the truly painful part of it all. he knew he looked like a fool, rushing around to relight the candles every time the wind blew the slightest bit. it was exhausting, but kian was worth the embarrassment of a pair of old women laughing at him from a park bench for thirty minutes straight. 

when kian finally showed up, it felt like moonsu was on stage, ready for the performance of his life - that performance being making sure that his boyfriend had a valentine’s day date he’d never forget. “hey,” he rushed out, moving forward to kiss his cheek before holding out the single chocolate rose. “this is it,” he said after a moment, nodding his head. “i just asked you to come here so i could give you that. wanna go now? i can think of some way more exciting things we could be doing right now. not that we probably couldn’t do it here, too, but the amount of old people hanging around is kind of a turn off.” with a scrunch of his nose, he waited a few seconds before grabbing kian’s wrist and tugging him towards the actual display. a few of the candles were out again, causing an inner huff of frustration for moon that he did his best not to show - now wasn’t the time to pout over the little imperfections. he’d just pout about them later in private. the blanket was outlined with roses and kiss candies; moon took a moment to admire his own display before gasping as he tugged his phone out, a tiny speaker to the side blasting jazz music. he quickly turned the volume down and led kian to sit. “as for what we’re eating… not the most romantic meal, but…” he grabbed a box of pizza, opening it to show pizza in the shape of a heart. “… pretty good, right?” // @kians

kian hates valentine’s day. really, he hates every holiday but he hates this one the most. he can’t even count how many times he’s had to sit through dumb traditions just because his partner at the time wanted to show how much they loved him. there were even a few times where he got so frustrated with the whole thing that he just broke off the relationship then and there. it always adds a little more sting to break someone’s heart on the day of love. and, honestly, he considered doing that very same thing today. to moonsu. but, at the last minute, he decided against it. he hasn’t had all his fun yet, hasn’t even scratched the surface so, therefore, he knows he has to suffer through another day of pretending like he actually gives a shit about all of this. and he knows he’s acting like a crybaby but, fuck, he really doesn’t want to go. that’s why he takes his time getting there and if moonsu mentions it then he’ll just make something up. and his boyfriend will believe him because kian has never given him a reason not to.

he sees moonsu before the boy ever sees him and he can’t help but roll his eyes. he knows him well and knows he’s probably went way over the top. and while, normally, he would enjoy the attention, he had a long night and he’s so tired that he can barely muster up the ability to smile. still, he does. he beams brightly at moonsu when he bounds over and gives him a tender kiss on the cheek. he slips so easily into the pretend kian that sometimes he wonders if there’s not a bit of the real one in there somewhere. “hey to you, too.” he replies, taking the chocolate rose from his hands. he smells it because, c’mon it’s a chocolate rose, and grins wider. “can’t say i’ve ever gotten a chocolate rose before. seems like there’s a lot of firsts always happening between us.” he quirks a brow. but moonsu is the exact opposite of him. where kian is calm and collected, the other is already freaking out and rambling. he’s nervous and if kian were anyone but himself, he would think it was endearing.

“wow, i can’t believe this—” he trails off, eyes studying the scene in amazement, “is this all for me?” he asks, though it obviously is. “you always outdo yourself, moonsu. i’m so lucky to have you.” he smiles, taking a seat on the blanket then leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his lips. when his boyfriend shows him the pizza, he lets out a laugh full of admiration (because that’s what he’s suppose to do), and gives him another kiss. “maybe it’s not the most romantic meal, but you can never go wrong with pizza.” he states. “i love it.” he makes sure to add before chewing on his lip in thought. “and ... i love you.” he confesses. “i— i know we’ve only been dating for a couple of months but ... it’s been amazing. it’s been so different from anyone else i’ve been with. i’ve never felt this way about someone.” he admits, swallowing hard. “i’m sorry if it’s too soon. i don’t wanna scare you away, but i wanted you to know.” he says, reaching over to take one of his hands in his own. “i’m in this for the long haul. i hope you are, too.”