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ateez as your best friend toeing the line between platonic and romantic; a thread:
disclaimer: this isn’t a y/n thing; it’s purely for aesthetic and cheering myself up purposes! also tw/ slight mentions of blood and violence
hongjoong: cold hard stares, disused playgrounds, bright red converse, fervent kisses, ink stained fingers, listening to edm at 2am under the blankets, watery gray skies, misty breath, broken glass bottles, sitting on the steps of 7-11 at midnight
hongjoong’s a hurricane, sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. his smiles split across his face, but when he laughs you catch a glimpse of the boy he could& #39;ve been. he wants to change the world and you& #39;re sure he will; but not so sure if he& #39;s going to save, or destroy it.
seonghwa: golden, jean jackets with embroidered lapels, tangled fingers, sunset walks, hole-in-the-wall cafés, sharing earphones, butterfly kisses, half finished journals, secretive smiles and quick glances, ink stains on freckled hands
seonghwa is pretty, so pretty you sometimes find yourself just staring in awe at the way the sun seems to shine wherever he goes. he reads, fingers stretching across the paper, so shining that you wonder how god didn& #39;t notice when one of her angels slipped away.
yunho: milkis, waves crashing against the shore, gentle touches, boyfriend jeans, handwritten notes slipped into pockets, little flowers on the hillside, bright eyes and brighter laughter, picnic dates resulting in grass stains on white shirts
yunho doesn& #39;t mind you smoking but will stick a lollipop in your mouth when you try to. he& #39;ll let you drive on the condition that you listen to his playlist. he stares at you so intently when you talk and you think, dizzy, if this is what hades felt when he fell for persephone.
yeosang: inside jokes, late night grocery runs, sticky hands from buttered popcorn, silver jewellery, compliments disguised as insults, big sweaters and small smiles, spontaneous adventures, skateboards, drawing dicks on fogged up windows
yeosang& #39;s something you can& #39;t put your finger on and yet don& #39;t want to; putting your things out of reach so that you& #39;ll accompany him to the drone exhibition. but he also buys you chocolate when you& #39;re sad and you love him, even if you have to order for him every time you go out.
san: bruising kisses, blowing bubbles in gum, half buttoned shirts, coffee scent, phone always on low battery, hands everywhere, singing karaoke at the top of your lungs, padded jacket cuddles, imitating statues in museums, cheesy pick up lines
san& #39;ll wrap his scarf around your neck, hug you in public. he remembers the way you like coffee with lots of milk and no sugar; yet he kisses so hard feel it for days, a sweet soreness— he& #39;s a story reaching its climax and you& #39;re just helplessly drawn into his flow.
mingi: doodles across important handouts, peeling nail polish, skipping class yet worrying about getting into trouble, falling asleep on public transport, textbooks filled with colourful post-its, rootbeer floats, forehead kisses, record collections, late night conversations
mingi holds you like his afraid you& #39;ll break and he puts his hand on your back when you go through crowds. he likes to bluff; but sometimes he calls you with his voice shaky. you always answer though- he& #39;s oceanic, but you love him enough that you& #39;re unafraid of drowning.
wooyoung: expensive perfume, tight pants, cheshire grins, dark nail polish, too many playlists for too specific moods, romantic comedies, the black heart emoji, shouting profanities out of the car window, pens almost out of ink
wooyoung swears a blue streak but you know he& #39;s golden. he can& #39;t afford a car so he& #39;ll steal someone else& #39;s and the two of you can drive to the edge of the city. he tells you he& #39;s aching, but you& #39;re too drunk off the cheap wine he brought and the scent of him to care.
jongho: whispered secrets, backhugs, popsicles over ice cream, polaroids, sweaty palms, long walks on the edge of the city, stuffed animals, deep philosophical conversations, dumb humour, necklaces with feathers on the end
jongho takes photos of you when he thinks you aren& #39;t looking. he& #39;ll act silly just to cheer you up. he& #39;ll discuss imperialism with you and go to marches. he& #39;s so ethereal sometimes you wonder if you deserve him, but he& #39;s patient enough to reassure you that he loves you anyway.
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