i love how hannie always mindlessly/subconsciously fiddles with things in the vicinity be it someone’s neck/hair/ears/clothes, his hands have to always be kept busy especially when he’s tired or bored. it’s cute how the members become so used to him doing it. his usual targets seem to be woozi and shua~
cultural differences run deeper than expected and communication is key.
My rant vent-fic
about something that really bothers me about MY culture.
unrelated note: The fluff was needed because I need to read THE ROAD by McCarthy for a term paper and
it’s so fucking depressing (and good)…. sickening fluff is the only thing
helping at this point)
noticed a lot of things about Lance in the three weeks he’s been living with
included the fact that the boy was undeniably loud. It was a strange contrast
between the student who monitored his volume in class (with mixed results) and
the incessant chatterbox following around whichever of his roommates was
available at the moment, talking loud enough for the both of them.
interesting to see how fast Lance could adapt and make the best out of a crummy
situation, using or rather misusing objects for purposes they were not intended
for, improvising when the situation called for it. It was as if Lance
instinctively knew how to work around life’s little mishaps as effortlessly as
possible – something he very much liked to let everybody in the flat know. And
if one of them was kind enough to
remind him of the time he almost set himself on fire trying to fix their old,
rickety oven… well Lance was very vocal about not being able to remember this
was something else that Shiro had taken note of: the fact that Lance was a very
affectionate individual. When he talked, his hands would be in motion
constantly to illustrate his point, would find their way onto a shoulder while
he was listening to Hunk as he vented, would ruffle through Pidge’s hair when
she was hanging in front of her laptop for more than two consecutive hours,
caught the few times where, whenever they sat at the kitchen table, he would
nudge Keith to egg him on to accept the ‘challenge of the day’ as Pidge had
mock dubbed it. Shiro himself frequently felt a fist gently nudging him in the
shoulder as a sort of greeting, whenever he left or just came back home.
It was something
they were getting used to. Not that they hadn’t enjoyed sitting together in the
same room, close to each other – which was inevitable with how small their
couch was – but with Lance, Shiro felt that there was an edge to these casual
touches that held some sort of restlessness, as though he was holding back.
Summary: Chanyeol’s no exterminator but he’s always there when he hears his next door neighbor screaming about a bug.
Admin Shiba: THIS WAS SOOO HOT! another fave from BAE, I keep on forgetting to rec my faves from BAE but here we are now. This one was adorable ;-; and the GYM SCENE WITH SWEATY CHANYEOL AND BAEK DOING SQUATS . i died