“ Your hands feel like fire on my skin, and I never want you to stop. ” - to Sungmin from Magi ♡
“I won’t stop; I don’t want to stop…” he murmured against her soft, silky skin, pressing gentle kisses on her neck. He took deep breaths to inhale her sweet scent, savoring it like a fine wine, letting it envelop him. One arm wrapped securely around her, pulling her closer onto his lap, as if he were afraid to let her go. His other hand glided up her thigh, fingers brushing lightly against her skin.
“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with urgency, as if their connection was something sacred that he wished to preserve forever.
TW: home invasion, physical assault, non-graphic violence, emotional trauma, blood mention, head injury & loss of consciousness. (if i’m missing any, feel free to let me know)
The bell above the flower shop door had fallen silent hours ago, the street outside thinning into that late evening hush Magnolia cherished. This was her hour. The soft hum of refrigeration units, the faint tick of the clock on the wall, music playing softly somewhere in the background and the air heavy with green life. She moved between the worktables with the intimacy of habit, sleeves rolled, fingers nicked and stained from stems. Buckets lined the walls like a living ledger: roses bowing under their own perfume, ranunculus pale as breath, eucalyptus sharp and medicinal. Above it all sat her apartment, perched like a crown she’d earned. Small and cozy, sunlit by day with the faint smell of lavender and soil. Work and life stacked neatly, roots beneath blooms.
She was trimming the last delivery when the sound came. It wasn’t loud. That was the problem. A soft, deliberate scuff and wood complaining where it shouldn’t. Magnolia’s shears paused mid-snip, metal kissing skin as she went still. She listened, counting breaths. Another sound… this time from above. A chill slid down her spine. She was meticulous. Locks were ritual. Twice. Always twice. The thought of a missed latch rose unbidden, sour and sharp. The narrow stairwell window. Had she forgotten it? The possibility drained her face of any color left behind.
She set the shears down without a sound and reached beneath the counter, fingers closing around the iron paperweight. It was heavy, comforting in its solidity, an anchor of sorts. The shop suddenly felt too alive, the fragrance thick and nauseating.
From upstairs came the unmistakable scrape of a drawer being pulled. Then the whisper of fabric. Someone moving carefully, confidently. Magnolia stepped toward the stairs. Each footstep measured like the way one approaches a startled animal. The shop lights cast their warmth upward, making the shadows above deepen and gather and that’s when she noticed the door to her apartment was ajar.
Inside, her life was all wrong. The chair by the window shoved aside. A frame facedown, glass starred. The desk drawers yawned open with papers spilling like pale petals across the floor, receipts, pressed flowers, letters she’d never had the courage to reread. All of it treated as if they were nothing.
A shape shifting in the bedroom doorway caught her eye and her mouth went dry. They turned, startled, eyes catching the dim light. Magnolia stepped forward, anger flaring hot beneath the fear. This was her place. She lifted the paperweight, voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “Get out.”
They stared at her for a single breath before the distance between them collapsed in a rush of motion, too fast for her to think. The paperweight slipped and clanged uselessly against the floor. A hand caught her shoulder, slamming her into the nearest wall and pain burst white behind her eyes. She fought, breath tearing from her throat, nails scraping fabric, skin. The room tipped and lurched; the comforting scent of lavender shattered under sweat and dust.
They struck her head. Once. Twice. And the world narrowed to sound.
The crash of a lamp, the splintering crack of wood, the bell downstairs shrieking as someone barreled through the shop. The ceiling smeared into darkness, and Magnolia went under like a cut stem dropped into dark water.
When she surfaced again there was only silence. Her body lay twisted on the apartment floor, cheek pressed to cold boards, the taste of blood, metallic and thick, on her tongue. Her head rang, each pulse a small explosion. She tried to move but couldn’t. The effort scattered her thoughts beckoning the pain back in.
Around her, everything was ruined. The apartment looked as though a storm had passed through with intent. Drawers ripped free and overturned. The bed slashed open, stuffing bleeding onto the floor. The desk snapped clean through, one leg sheared, papers ground underfoot. Glass glittered everywhere, catching the weak spill of light like cruel stars.
She gathered what sliver of strength she had left and made it downstairs to see the shop was even worse… Tables overturned, buckets smashed, water flooding the floor and soaking into ruined stems. Blooms lay crushed and torn, petals bruised to brown, leaves ground into pulp. Shelves yawned empty or broken and vases shattered across the floor. The front door hung crooked, its bell dangling from its hinge. The damage felt beyond repair.
The thought settled over her with a terrible clarity, heavier than the pain. Years of careful tending gone in a night. The shop, her apartment, the life she built with patience and calloused hands all reduced to nothing. Magnolia’s vision blurred and her breath shallow, hitching on a sob. The scent of flowers lingered, stubborn and sweet amid the destruction, and for a moment it felt unbearably cruel.
Then the ringing grew louder. The darkness crept back in, gentle this time, merciful even. She slipped beneath it again, unconscious on the stairs, while the city outside carried on, unaware, unbothered. Leaving petals, destruction, and silence in its wake.
send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse ♡
Everywhere they looked, there were warm lights, but the weather was so cold that they could see the condensation of their breath with each word they spoke. Despite the biting cold, people strolled through the Christmas market, bundled up in big, warm jackets. Magi and Sungmin were among them. The large Christmas tree, the carousel, various stalls, and their hands intertwined in Sungmin's pocket made for a delightful time together.
Snow had been falling since the morning, but it intensified as they wandered through the market. Many people began to seek shelter from the snowfall, and Sungmin did the same. He spotted an empty stall and ran towards it, still holding her hand. “So cold,” he said, pulling Magi closer to him to share their warmth.
“What do you think happened to the person who was supposed to use this stall to sell things?” he asked, scanning the small space. His soft chuckle caught her attention because he saw her tilting her head back to look at the ceiling as well. “I guess someone saw the potential in this place,” he commented, glancing down at her with a lingering smile.
As their eyes locked, he slowly raised a hand to gently caress her cheek, fully aware that his hand was not very warm. “It would be a waste if we don’t… do this, right?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, and finally, he captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss.
"I made you breakfast, well, we made you breakfast because I had a little bit of help too. It’s not great, but it’s made with love." (Sungmin)
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Magi pauses just inside the kitchen doorway, the soft clink of plates mixed in with the warm atmosphere puts her at ease. The sight alone of Seungmin standing there with his daughter so proudly at his side does something gentle and dangerous to her chest all at once. Her gaze lingers on the breakfast first, then drifts to him as a fond smile curves onto her lips.
She steps closer, the scent of food mixing with that familiar comfort he always seems to bring with him. “It looks perfect,” she says lightly, but there’s warmth tucked between each word. Her attention drops to his daughter, her expression melting even more as she thanks her, voice sincere and smile beaming from ear to ear. When Magi looks back up at Seungmin, gratitude blends seamlessly with affection and adoration and she follows it willingly. She closes the distance without rushing, her hand brushing along his arm to ground herself in the moment as her lips find his for a tender kiss. She lingers long enough to lose herself in the feeling until the soft giggle of Nari brings her back.
“Shall we eat?” She asks, scooping the little girl up into her arms to dance their way over to the table.
i’m a little late but i wanted to wish you a happy birthday, my dear sungmin ♡ i had some help from a special little someone with the legos ㅋ i ( we ) hope you love it. i can’t wait for you to see what else i ( we ) have planned for you! i’ll save the sappy stuff for later ♡
At first, he overlooked the details of the flowers; his attention was focused on her until she mentioned how she and a little helper had put them together. “Really? Did you and a little someone assemble them? I love them!” he said with a soft chuckle, taking the bouquet from her and wrapping his free arm around her. “Thank you so much. But now I'm curious to see what else you have planned.” He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, his smile showing his gratitude for the birthday wishes.
[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders
prompts for ordinary things that feel intimate for : @xhxnne
The store is alive with everything Christmas. Aisles crowded with hurried shoppers, carts bumping and weaving past one another, laughter and chatter blending with the constant loop of holiday music. Lights shimmer from every corner, reflecting off ornaments and tinsel in flashes of red, green and gold. From Magi's point of view, it's overwhelming in the motion alone, yet she moves through it with practiced calm beside Sungmin, hands tucked into her sleeves as she quietly ignores the chill settling beneath her knitted sweater she swore would be enough.
She nearly gets away with it too. The shiver is small, barely a ripple through her shoulders yet subtle enough she hopes is lost in the chaos around them but the warmth that follows tells her otherwise. A familiar weight settles over her shoulders, Sungmin's jacket draped there without warning or words. The fabric carries his warmth, grounding her instantly, and Magi's breath slows as the noise of the store becomes distant and unimportant.
She looks up, catching the way his attention is already on her, gentle and sure even as people brush past them. From where she stands, the world narrows to the quiet care in the way he adjusts the jacket, fingers lingering as if reluctant to pull away. She leans into the warmth with a small, unguarded smile curving her lips. In the middle of the Christmas rush, surrounded by motion and sound, she feels only him... close, constant, and undoubtedly hers.
The extra hours at work had finally shown a bright spot, and Sera had a little bit of money to be playful with. More than ramen was in her kitchen, she had bought another outfit for work, and the rest of her bills were taken care of. She had even managed to buy herself a few bottles of alcohol with her groceries, and now she wanted to liven up her apartment. It was so drab, and lifeless, but art and the like were expensive.
Besides, calling her place an 'apartment' was a bit of an overstatement. It was just larger than her walk in closets used to be, but at least she didn't have to share a bathroom like at others she had scouted out. Still, she wanted some life in it, and the flower shop seemed like the perfect place to find it.
Stepping inside, the different smells and colors immediately hit her, bringing a smile to her face. Sera even dropped her scarf, fully revealing her face to whoever else happened to be inside. It was a risk, but she was so happy so suddenly. For now, she was forgetting just how angry the world could be at her, and was eagerly overwhelmed by the sights before her. "There's so many...I wouldn't even know where to start..."
Magi had been on her feet since early morning, the bell above the door chiming softly as another customer entered. Sunlight streamed through the front windows, catching on glass vases and water until the shop glowed in gentle color. The air was rich with fresh greenery and soft florals, a balance she carefully yet proudly maintained. She moved through the space with quiet confidence, adjusting stems and straightening tags, her calm demeanor reflecting the order and care she put into every corner of the shop she owned.
When she looked up, her attention settled on the woman just as her scarf slipped away, revealing a bright expression of happiness. Magi pause, recognizing that look, the way people softened the moment they stepped inside, as if the outside world had briefly loosened its grip. She wiped her hands on a cloth and stepped out from behind the counter, her presence unhurried, a small, welcoming smile growing as she approached.
"There are a lot, aren't there?" she said gently, her voice warm and steady. "That's usually where people get stuck." She gestured lightly around them before tilting her head. "I always suggest starting with the space they're going to," the flowers, "how much light it gets, how much attention you want to give. If you're just looking to make the place feel alive, we can keep it simple." Her gaze met the other woman's, her smile only growing warmer, "I'm Magi, the owner and I can help you find something that fits!"
PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE
* inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together
[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair
[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it
[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind
[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing
[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing
[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces
[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off
[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair
[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders
[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle
[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen
[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them
[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together
[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste
[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too
[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them
[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them
[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls
[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver
[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking
[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders
[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about
[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different
[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house
[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing
[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it
[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar
[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game
[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle
[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in
[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face
[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver
[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair
[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds
❛ you don't need to be perfect, you just need to be yourself. that's more than enough for me. ❜ to Sungmin from Magi ♡
🐝 * ― 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
Sungmin couldn't remember when their conversations had transitioned from a few messages to daily interactions. He always made time for her and believed he managed everything well most of the time. However, sometimes life would throw multiple challenges his way all at once, leaving him overwhelmed and scrambling to keep up. He felt guilty considering the idea of canceling their plans again, especially since she had purchased the tickets for the movie. After taking a deep breath, he resolved not to cancel; he would make it on time.
The next day, his daughter had a performance, and he needed to pick up her dress from the store. Work had reached a peak with a heavy workload, and time felt like his biggest enemy.
Somehow, Sungmin finished work an hour later than usual. Traffic complicated matters further as he tried to get to the store. Just a few minutes later, and he wouldn’t have made it, but he finally had the dress in his possession. Back in traffic, he struggled to maintain his composure while glancing at the clock. He still had enough time to return home, drop off the dress, and take Nari to her grandparents.
By the time he arrived at the movie theater, he was out of breath and a bit disheveled. Though he suspected the movie had already started, he was relieved he managed to do it all—from the parking lot to the theater. He ran as fast as his office shoes would allow. Standing in front of her, he apologized, "I'm sorry…" pausing to catch his breath. "I know I'm late, but I think we haven't missed much of the movie. Let's go inside."
He reached for her hand to lead her in, but she stopped him, pulling out a tissue from her purse to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Her gentle gesture grounded him, helping to calm the adrenaline that was rushing through his body. Sungmin wrapped his arms around her tightly and nodded, then gently cupped her cheeks. "I just don’t want you to feel ignored or think you don’t matter to me because you do, Magi…"
❛ i never thought i'd find peace in someone else, but here you are. ❜
love & deepspace sentence starters for : @xhxnne
It was a typical Tuesday night for the both of them, after making dinner and eating, they moved around each other with ease, cleaning up the mess they made when cooking. With hushed voices, they unload their day, the kind of stuff that could wait until after eating, you know? These are the moments Magi tucks away in the back of her mind to reminisce on when she wants to think of him.
No matter how small the task, she's proud of the help she can give him and tonight's is washing dishes. The few dishes in the sink hone in her focus, anything he says drifting in the air as she responds with, "hm?" still not particularly hearing everything. Although that changes when she feels his arms slip around her waist from behind as he whispers the words to her, ensuring she heard it this time around. Her cheeks grow uncontrollably warm and she welcomes it with the budding courage she needs to seize the moment. Magi turns around and holds his gaze for a breath, her damp, bubble covered fingertips tapping along his chest before she pushes herself up to meet his lips for a brief yet tender kiss. She pulls away just enough to look at him but finds herself avoiding his gaze instead as her cheeks become rosier.
"Do you really think so? They made a good impression on me as well, so I should probably stay a little longer the next time I visit you. We could even plan a pizza and movie night for them; I'm sure they would love it." Sungmin had learned a lot about the kids thanks to her. Since he had no siblings and a daughter under three, he initially didn’t know how to interact with them, but she gave him enough guidance, even though he could only visit sporadically.
"Okay, let’s head to my place, and I’ll go to the pharmacy later after we eat." The man enjoyed the tenderness of her touch, only pulling his hand away when he needed it to park the car. "Do you have everything?" he asked before getting out of the car to open the door for her.
After grabbing her purse, she takes one more look in his car and nods while climbing out to take his arm. It's the comforting warmth of him that draws her in and she can't ignore it. "Of course I really think so, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. If we do that for them, they'll never want us to leave," Magi can already picture the looks on each child's face, the excitement etched into each distinct feature. "If you're free, maybe we can do it this Friday?"
The suggestion lingers in the air with a tinge of hope budding to see him again and it shows in the way she looks up at him. Her gaze softens when meeting his and the grip on his arm becomes a little tighter. "Are you two doing anything for Halloween?"
❛ if anyone asks, tell them i won't let you leave me. ❜
❛ you're allowed to get injured, but you're not allowed to hide it from me. ❜
❛ i mean, i would've seen right through you regardless, it serves no purpose pretending in front of me. ❜
❛ of course, i'm alive. who else would take care of you? ❜
❛ you can sleep now, i'm here. i'll always be here. ❜
❛ tell me when you are in danger ... tell me when you are hurt. don't worry about bothering me. ❜
❛ i won't leave, i'll stay with you until tomorrow. both in your dreams and in reality. ❜
❛ you are the one who guides me in my dreams, so i can find you again. ❜
❛ i will not let tragedy repeat itself. ❜
❛ i'm sleepy, let's get this over with. ❜
❛ promise me you won't cry anymore. ❜
❛ you alone are enough. ❜
❛ did you always get what you wanted when you waited? ❜
❛ i don't have a type. i only have ... a person who captivates me. ❜
❛ everything is spiraling out of control, how can you pretend you're not affected? ❜
❛ maybe it's because ... i love you a little more than you realize. ❜
❛ if you were an art piece, then whoever created you must have loved you dearly. ❜
❛ what if i told you i was always like this? ❜
❛ there is nothing more powerful than relying on yourself to get your act together. believe in yourself. ❜
❛ you should know very well that i adore you. there is no love purer than mine. ❜
❛ i won't lose. i have someone i must protect. ❜
❛ i can see what i look like in your eyes. can you see yourself in my eyes, too? ❜
❛ if life were a photo album, then i wish every page had a picture of you in it. ❜
❛ you don't need to be perfect, you just need to be yourself. that's more than enough for me. ❜
❛ i never thought i'd find peace in someone else, but here you are. ❜
❛ i don't mind being seen as a weirdo with you. ❜
❛ when you first held my hand that day for the first time, i knew i'd never get away. ❜
❛ want some help? yes? no? maybe so? ❜
❛ so even if i can't reach you, i'm somewhere close to you ... waiting for you to come back. ❜
❛ time can't heal everything, nor can someone simply forget the pain. however, people can become accustomed to sorrow. ❜
❛ not everyone is born with the privilege of being a normal person. ❜
❛ real life doesn't always have happy endings. however ... with you here, my story won't end in tragedy. ❜
❛ if i had know we would be separated for years after that day, i would have made more happy memories with you. ❜
❛ i need you. i have never denied that. it's just ... it's not the kind of need that you think it is. ❜
❛ if i'm able to see you sunday, i'll start getting excited thursday. ❜
❛ another new demand of yours? i'm all ears. ❜
❛ thank you for being my stress relief. ❜
❛ if you keep looking at me like that, i won't show you any mercy. ❜
❛ i'm not someone who takes advantage of others. but there are times when ... i can't help myself. ❜
❛ i don't mind spending the whole night with you. ❜
[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together
Instead of staying at a hotel, they decided to rent an Airbnb. While it didn’t offer room service or a few other amenities, it felt warmer, more private. Plus, they figured they could manage breakfast, lunch, and dinner on their own, whether by cooking or dining out. After checking in, they searched for the nearest grocery store to buy everything they would need for their weekend stay.
With a few basic ingredients already in their shopping cart, Sungmin pushed the cart while following her around the store. She had a couple of easy recipes she wanted to try, so he helped her find the necessary ingredients. He took care of the meat and chicken while she looked for the rest.
Once he finished, he searched for her through the aisles and eventually found her on tiptoe, reaching for a box on the top shelf. Sungmin smiled and pushed the cart closer, standing behind her to easily grab the box. He didn’t even have to stretch his arm to reach it. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and asked, "This one?"
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