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fmdyena:

the sight of a bunch of sweaty, sporting men was one yena had never minded. so when she had walked past an open field where some boys had been kicking around a football, she had significantly slowed down her step, just so her gaze would be allowed to linger a little longer. it wasn’t like you could blame her, there was no crime in admiring physical beauty right, if she wanted to check out handsome men from behind the privacy of her sunglasses, she could, there was nothing wrong with that, it wasn’t like it would bother the sporting men in any way.

perhaps the projectile quickly coming her way, only to hit her right in the face had been some form of karma, maybe it had purely been bad luck but either way, it made her snap out of the staring she’d been caught up in, both quite literally and figuratively. her hand came up to cover up the place the ball had landed, the skin already feeling heated and not to forget painful under her dainty fingers, sunglasses that had been perked up on the bridge of her nose now on the concrete in front of her. she’d been doubled over in pain and shock when a voice called out to her, apologizing profoundly. she straightened herself out, moving the hand covering her nose and cheeks so she could at least recognize the person. “it’s okay i’m sure you didn’t mean to.” hissing lightly at the sting brought forth by moving the muscles of her face while talking. “i don’t mean to alarm you but… i feel like my nose may be bleeding.”

˗ˏˋ ✰ ━━━ ⋅ standing as one of the tallest men in the entertainment industry, as well as developing new layers of much - improved muscle came with its fair sure of perks, but with numerous downfalls, also. truly, ever since he was a child, the main vocalist of UNITY had been known for clumsiness & lack of coordination ; his accident - prone nature causing him to dig plenty of early graves due to harming friends, strangers, & family members with his careless antics. it was never as if he meant to cause destruction, but the bad luck created by his great - grandfather seemed to suffocate him no matter how much good karma he tried to create for himself ; this sphere of black & white that catapulted its way over to nam yena’s beautiful face a clear confirmation that he would never escape misfortune. a concerned expression continued to decorate his countenance, his typically mischievous features contorting until it was certain that the vocalist wasn’t too harmed. the last thing he’d need was for her to deal with a broken nose, & even if she did, he’d make sure to pay for whatever cosmetic procedures she needed done in order to protect her golden visuals being that she, & gal.actic in general, were known for those.

❝ ah, i’m sorry, yena - yah ! i guess i wasn’t really accounting for everyone that could be walking by whenever i kicked the ball with all of my strength, hah. ❞ reaching a hand upwards, he placed his palm upon his nape to soothe his stress ; remorse coursing through his veins in waves. however, right when she told him that her nose was bleeding, he shook his head & let out a deep breath, extending out a free hand to her. ❝ here, grab onto me. i can help you go to the medic so we can get you checked out, okay ?? do you think you’re good to stand, or do you need me to carry you ?? ❞ he wasn’t sure of the severity of her injury, so he’d do all he could in order to make sure that she was taken proper care of ; SCANDAL OR NO SCANDAL.

#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ THREAD. ˎˊ˗#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ FT. / YENA. ˎˊ˗

yumaxfmd:

despite popular belief, yuma disliked big crowds. performing in front of them was nothing, but when they were on the same level it was a different story. before becoming an idol, going to festivals was something he often did with his aunt. her own special way of pulling him out into the world, showing him that even without his parents he would be okay. which took a lot longer for him to believe, but eventually he got there. then idol life turned his sense of normalcy upside down, something he was expecting but not to that magnitude. yuma could only stand to be around a certain amount of people for so long before he often found himself seeking refuge anywhere he could get it. mars wasn’t performing until later that day, leaving him with a few hours to find comfort away from everyone. walking along with his headphones in, mask covering most of his face, taking all of the privacy he could get when he felt the ball hit the back of his head. an immediate curse word softly leaving his lips, hand coming up to hold his head.

he felt himself about to give the typical yuma response when he finally noticed who it was. a smile appearing at just the sight of the younger male. though he’d never admit it out loud, gunwoo intrigued him more than most idols. their friendship somehow always leaving a smile on his face, which even his members found to be rare. yuma never held back the fact that when they first met, gunwoo was more of an annoyance. his outgoing personality feeling foreign even to yuma. “aish, don’t be so dramatic. we’ve all been hit with a football before,” a tiny lie, yuma being the most un-athletic person most of his friends knew. “well i’m glad you called yourself a dumbass so i wouldn’t have to, but don’t worry. i’ll be okay, you can go back to your game or match. whatever it is you call it.”

˗ˏˋ ✰ ━━━ ⋅ throughout the duration of his lifetime, gunwoo had managed to mess - up more times than he could count on both of his hands ; all ten of his fingers having to be multiplied an almost infinite amount of times before he reached the number of mistakes he’s made, or accidents he’s caused. truth be told, it was that C A R E L E S S N E S S that got him into trouble in the past, & as his luck would have it, it continued to riddle his life with mischief. after all, what once turned into an innocent bout of athleticism blossomed into chaos, & he was beginning to think that his great - grandfather’s bad fortunate had plagued him, too. not only did he resemble his infamous elder perfectly, but he’d completely borrowed his personality, as well, & it was the inside - joke of all of his family members. so, as he stood before the shorter male that he had struck with a soccer ball by mistake, he shook his head back & forth ; immediately recognizing that, of all people, it was choi yuma : his sunbaenim, hyung, & fellow main dancer of boy group, MARS, who just so happened to be represented by the same company that housed his group, UNITY. while the pair of them had been acquainted for quite sometime, their closeness was still quite new, & if he were to be frank, the heir to the heo conglomerate had grown quite fond of his senior ; finding his appearance impeccable, & his personality adorable.

❝ me ?? dramatic ?? psh, what do you mean ?! i could’ve killed you ! ❞ he exclaimed, allowing flurries of laughter to escape him ; one of his strong palms moving to rest on the litheness of his cohort’s shoulder. ❝ nah, but really, are you sure you’re okay ?? if you want, we can head up to my room here & i can like, get you some water ‘n stuff ?? that, or like, i can buy you some food or somethin’. i really do feel bad, i should’ve been more careful, hyung. ❞ he added, resting his free hand upwards & on the nape of his neck, providing momentary comfort for himself as his leonine irises settled upon such a saccharine sweet visage. ❝ i mean, at least i didn’t slam you in the face, huh ?? it’s far too pretty, i wouldn’t have wanted to blemish it with any bruises, or scrapes. if i did though, i would’ve definitely taken good care of it. ❞ a genuine smile tugged on the corners of his lips, his flirtatious disposition revealing itself finally.

#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ THREAD. ˎˊ˗#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ FT. / YUMA. ˎˊ˗

wotakois

#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ VISUAL. ˎˊ˗#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ GUNWOO. ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ✰ ━━━ ⋅ HEY EVERYONE !! i hope all of you are having a fantastic weekend so far ! i’m making this ooc post because i’m in need of some plot - lines for gunwoo, & if anyone is interested in plotting with my tallest son, please feel free to give this post a like so i can reach out to you via tumblr im, or discord if that’s your preference ! at the end of this post, you’ll find links provided to his profile, bio, & wc pages, & really, he needs just about everything right now. give me fluff, give me angst, give me friendship, give me nsfw material, idc ! i just wanna write with all of you, & get the ball rollin’ with him a little bit more. 〈 PROFILE. BIO. PLOTS. 〉

#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ PLOT CALL. ˎˊ˗#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ OOC. ˎˊ˗#!!!

˗ˏˋ ✰ ━━━ ⋅ while his mother & father had beckoned him to be as protected from the damaging ultraviolet rays of the summertime sun as much as possible, gunwoo decided to turn away from their lessons for one whole week as he entertained the multitude festivities going on at music festival taking place in busan ; his once alabaster dermis becoming slowly, but surely, painting over with the most glorious, rich warm - toned tan. truth be told, the tall male would’ve loved to rock his natural complexion year - round, but being the spokesmodel of an extremely lucrative & popular cosmetics company for men meant that he needed to uphold the image that the general public longed to see ; pearlescent, clear, & glass - like skin as opposed to tawny freckles sprinkling over the bridge of a nose, & a shade of C A R A M E L blanketing each inch of flesh. nothing angered him more than the blatant colorism that took place in most of east asia, & were he ever be bold enough to take the reins on his family’s conglomerate, he would strive to make it an all - inclusive business that catered to a broad range of hues, & he would even focus on models who differed greatly from the ridiculous beauty standards that his homeland idolized. however, almost in opposition of what his parents wanted, he only donned broad spectrum spf while he was out & about, & presently, he was kicking a football back & forth with one of his comrades ; long, muscular stems bathed in the balmy beams from above, his patterned designer shorts hugging his hips well as he carried on his athleticism.

however, after one strong punt forward, the black & white sphere catapulted through the air, & much to his bad fortunate, made contact with a passerby that happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. ❝ AH, SHIBAL ! ❞ he exclaimed, rushing over to the individual that he had struck. ❝ ah, i’m so sorry ! i must’ve kicked the ball too hard, are you okay ?? do you need me to get you anything or call the medic ?? i’m such a dumbass... i’m sorry ! ❞ ˎˊ˗

#〈 ✰ 〉 ━━━ ˗ˏˋ OPEN STARTER. ˎˊ˗#FMDBUSANFEST #FMDOPEN #COLORISM TW.

fmdhakdong:

the attentiveness of his partner , surprising xuedong , was a bit refreshing. he didn’t mean that his members —- whom he now dined infrequently with since he had left the nest —- nor his friends or roommate were inconsiderate towards him when they took meals together. perhaps it was because gunwoo was new , completely fresh in xuedong’s eyes , that his engagement was more noticeable. given that they had not even known each other for more than twenty - four hours , it would make sense if he was so absorbed with everything that xuedong was doing. & the fact that he’d made his interest known beforehand. the persistent knowledge that gunwoo found him attractive shouldn’t have made xuedong as uncomfortable as it did. every time he makes an appearance , there are a slew of comments along the lines of ❛ he really is handsome in real life ! ❜ he knew people were starstruck by his looks ; it was often a source of pride for xuedong that he was capable of rendering people breathless with his ethereality. but with gunwoo , whose affections were more prevalent than any notions of aesthetic appreciation , xuedong found himself … embarrassed. he hoped that this would not be a recurring feeling when around the elder. ( unlikely , because xuedong was terrible around new people unless they were younger than him ). ❝ ah , my mother did the same. ❞ finally , a point of actual similarity that he could cling to. familiarity owing to their inflated accounts , their belonging to the one percent. ❝ i auditioned for my old company on my own , but my mother got me in with gold star & the rest was … history. i can empathize —- though i’m aware that my family in particular is associated with the notion of talent. ❞ while people complained he bought his way into gold star , there were just as many reassurances that the child of an actress with a background in dance & an actor who released several ballads throughout his varied career would be a feasible idol.

there were very few people who could relate to him in that aspect. he supposed the little fact humanized gunwoo in his eyes. it detracted just a tiny bit from the heavy association between gunwoo & xuedong’s tears. there were bits of him that xuedong didn’t know yet , that didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he’d made him cry in alleyway. in time , xuedong thought , he might actually begin to like gunwoo —- not that he hated him or anything , of course , because xuedong found it difficult to hate anybody , but he often associated people with the first impressions he had of them , & his initial meeting with the vocalist was … anything but great. ❝ it’s been nice , yes ! ❞ the question shouldn’t have taken him off - guard , the he deer - in - headlights look he gave gunwoo not at all like the reassuring persona he wanted to give off. it was a normal enough query ; of course , being a gracious … not - date , gunwoo would want to know how he felt about it all. xuedong , prone to hiding his innermost thoughts either out of shame or self - preservation , was tempted to give something blasé in response. he didn’t want to offend gunwoo , but , he realized after the words left his mouth , he wasn’t actually lying to the other. xuedong liked the food well enough. the conversation wasn’t terrible. if anything , it was xuedong’s own anxieties that could potentially ruin the night. the word ❛ tonight ❜ throws him off , eyes widening marginally for a split second , & the addendum thankfully restores his relative tranquility. ❝ no , not tonight —- does that sound forceful ? my apologies —- but some other time would be nice. i do , in fact , enjoy amusement parks very much ! ❞

people wouldn’t expect it of him ; he seemed too quiet & complacent to ever like such exhilaration. & they were right to some degree. xuedong enjoyed staying home a lot more than going outside , often having to drag himself out of bed lest he stay there indefinitely. if anything , he appreciated momentary distractions —- like amusement parks. ❝ i’ve filmed a cf in lotte world , but i’ve never been to everland ! i’ve always wanted to go. so … maybe when i’m free , we could go together. or with a group. ❞ his own quick postscript was too jilted to go unnoticed , accompanied by a quick waving of his hand. ❝ i’ve been to shanghai disney & hong kong disneyland almost every summer since i was a kid , but i don’t … think i’ve ever actually been to a park in korea before. at least , not to actually have fun or anything. ❞ here was his dilemma: xuedong really wanted to go , but he didn’t want gunwoo to think it was a date. he wasn’t quite sure how to delineate it without making it awkward or embarrassing for the other , so he could only hope that the way that he dipped his head was signal enough. ❝ thank you for inviting me , gunwoo - ssi. it’s very kind of you. ❞ & , to his slight surprise , sweet. though many of his words seemed to regard xuedong’s looks , the fact that gunwoo knew he enjoyed parks showed that he did actually have a vested interest in xuedong. that it was more than just a physical thing , that he paid attention to him & that he remembered. it was just a shame that this came with what appeared to be romantic interest. he hated having to turn people down —- though the thought seemed a little arrogant , seeing as he had very few people to reject in the first place. but that was an idea that could be shelved for another time.

aurulent hues became fixated on the almost androgynous contour of his opposite’s angular visage ; a jawline which carried great strength & masculinity, whereas the size of lips, & softness of facial features exuded a venusian air of feminine beauty that provided a balancing grace to the brawn of xuedong’s biological sex. truth be told, as his dilated pupils gleamed over the danseur’s tawny complexion bathed in romantic candlelight, & even as his large ears drank in each syllable of his tongue’s utterance, he was beginning to pinpoint the parallels between the high — profile member of IMPULSE & the other men that he had been involved with in the past. it was becoming more & more obvious that the heir to the heo family conglomerate had a type of man he often pursued, & while he had always waved away the vexatious retorts made by his cousins & cohorts that all of whom he had philandered with met a specific criteria, it was slowly dawning on him that they, indeed, had a solid point to make. for example, whenever a member of the same gender appeared to be delicate, & dainty, & in constant need of some sort of formal protection, gunwoo immediately felt a gravitational pull towards them ; his natural instinct to play the role of the SUPERHERO to another’s damsel — in — distress triggered then & there. additionally, whenever they were smaller than him, & carried themselves with elegance & poise, there was an attraction, too. there were a variety of other minor preferences that he could list, but none of those were especially important to him ; so long as there was a sweet bond forged between the two of them, & they found one another aesthetically pleasant, then the six foot, four inch tall magnate would be happy with whatever physical bonuses they adorned.

with xuedong in mind specifically, there were bountiful amounts of allurements —— both spiritually & bodily —— to behold. however, what most intrigued the slightly older gent was that, even when he watched him on television, he could tell that he was such an almost seraphic individual, & though he may have carried himself as angels do, the raven — haired chanteuse knew that there was far more for him to discover beneath the surface, & instead of focusing intently on his ornate, stunning exterior, he wanted to eye in on his HEART & SOUL ; what made him the person that he was today. so, each time that silken timbre erupted the veil of quiet that swathed them, he would fight the urge to sigh in contentment ; feeling irrevocably soothed. ❝ ah, that’s really kind of your mother ! seems as though all’s worked out well for you in the end, hmm ?? ❞ he replied, focusing a bit more on his meal ; eating bits & pieces in order to not let any crumb go to waste. if there was one thing that his family had passed onto him that he kept in mind until this day, it was being incredibly appreciative of food. however, taking another momentary pause, he dabbed his lips with napkin & finished chewing, then swallowed, before formulating a proper response. ❝ i’m glad you’ve had a good time tonight, xuedong, & i hope that we can do this plenty of other times in the future, too. i really like spending time with you. it’s really nice to have someone that’s a little more RESERVED & INTROVERTED around. it’s a good balance to me because i’m... not at all either of those things, & personality’s like yours really help me to come back down to earth. ❞ he was aware of how obnoxious his outward exuberance could be sometimes, but he was glad that his date didn’t seem deterred.

❝ i totally understand not feeling in the mood to attend either of those places tonight, but i’m glad that you’re still up for it at some other point in time ! being that i’ve been to both, i can tell you that they’re awesome in their own ways. what kinda stuff do you like to do at amusement parks, hmm ?? are you a bigger fan of riding rides, or playing games ?? ❞ while the initial rejection didn’t settle too well in his chest, he was glad to know that there was still hope for other fraternization between the pair of them. being able to witness his counterpart smile due to the heavy amount of elation that would surface through his body at the amusement park would be a breath of fresh air, & he hoped that he would be lucky enough to see it in person. ❝ there’s no need to thank me though, sweet xuedong, as it’s totally my pleasure ! i think it’d be fun for you & i to go to together, & who knows ?? perhaps we’ll get to know each other even better ! getting closer to you in anyway would be awesome, i think, as i think you’d be a really benevolent person for me, & my life... i hope that doesn’t sound too serious, or too weird. ❞ he did his best to be more aware of his selected vocables, but he was bound to have a few hiccups, especially since he was being more cautious with the other, in general.

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. xuedong. ┐

iseulxfmd:

( ✉ → gunwoo ) —— hyung ( ✉ → gunwoo ) —— someone posted a comment that i look fit ( ✉ → gunwoo ) —— that’s good right? i’m so confused sometimes. ( ✉ → gunwoo ) —— i think it’s good, i’ve been working out lately. ( ✉ → gunwoo ) —— also do you wanna go to the cinema with me?

@fmdgunwoo

「 delivered ; 02:52 pm. 」 » cutie iseul. ⋮ lmao are you serious rn ?? 「 delivered ; 02:52 pm. 」 » cutie iseul. ⋮ ofc that’s a good thing !! 「 delivered ; 02:53 pm. 」 » cutie iseul. ⋮ people are just taking notice that ur thicc 😏 「 delivered ; 02:54 pm. 」 » cutie iseul. ⋮ the cinema huh ??? 「 delivered ; 02:54 pm. 」 » cutie iseul. ⋮ what is it ur wanting to watch ?? 「 delivered ; 02:54 pm. 」 » cutie iseul. ⋮ i could be down for that !

#└ ✰ ╱ imessage. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. iseul. ┐

fmdchangki:

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#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. changki. ┐#nsfw.

fmdkwankyung:

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#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. kwankyung. ┐#nsfw.

fmdkwankyung:

not only did kwankyung find himself basking in the fact that he was winning, the knowledge that he would be the first one who would ever top the other male caused his chest to swell with pride. he knew that one of these days his skills in mario kart would be put to good use. all those hours he spent during his teenage years playing with all of his friends while they were smoking and drinking had definitely added up. and the fact that the other male seemed so downtrodden and upset about it only made him find even more pleasure in his success. it would be a moment that he would be able to hold over gunwoo’s head for the rest of forever. he would make sure that he made the younger male experience so much pleasure that not only would he admit to liking being a bottom, but he would come to kwankyung again and again to experience it. “aw, someone seems a little upset. is little gunwoo embarrassed because he talked a big game and now he has to put his money where his mouth is?” he paused for half a beat, before following up with, “or more accurately - put his money where his ass is.” it was just in his nature to be as difficult as possible. gunwoo had tried over and over again to get over on kwankyung, and now that the elder had come out on top, he wasn’t going to let him forget it. “you sure do talk a lot of shit for someone who’s about to be bent over in a few minutes. i suggest you stop talking like a good little bitch.” he watched as he reached for another joint, a chuckle leaving his lips as he lit it. “you’re making it seem like you don’t want this to happen, man. i thought you wanted to get into bed with me.” his words were teasing and playful, but there was an underlying statement there - you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. kwan wasn’t in the business of making people do things they didn’t want to do, especially things like that.

the aura & suffocating air of confidence that swathed kwankyung was becoming more & more apparent now that he had claimed the gold medal in their game of mario kart 8 plus, & the younger couldn’t help but roll his russet rondures in their sockets as each cocky vocable trilled from between his lips. if there was anyone that gave him a neck — & — neck competition when it came to BRAVADO, it was definitely the main vocalist of MARS, so he knew that he wouldn’t hear the end of this until both of them were long since gone from their existences, & that’s what annoyed him the most. typically, whenever it came to video games that he’d spent an ample amount of time mastering, he held the bragging rights —— his expertise known throughout his friend group. now, though, his crown had been stolen from atop his pretty little head, & he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly BITTER. on top of that, however, he now had to give up the one thing he thought that he would clutch onto forever, & while he was subtly excited about it, it was his leonine sense of pride that halted him from exploring his curiosity. so, when his comrade continued to blather on & on about how he was about to made a LITTLE BITCH, the unapologetic rich kid shook his head back & forth ; doing his best not to be a poor sport. ❝ you know, i thought i was the biggest douche in all of korea, but man, i think that’s you. ❞ he teased, sending him a wink. ❝ you sure do talk a big fuckin’ game about how good you are in bed, so you’re the one that has A LOT to back up. if you don’t make me cum the hardest i’ve ever cum in my life, then i’ll know that you’re all talk ‘n nothin’ else. ❞ stepping a few paces closer to him, the singer grinned & nudged kwankyung’s shoulder with his hand. ❝ if you’re so dom, then why don’t you start doin’ your job, huh ?? tell me what to do, tell me where you want me, how you want me... don’t go soft on me now, hyung... or maybe it’s YOU that’s the little bitch, after all. ❞

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. kwankyung. ┐#nsfw.

fmdjoohwan:

submission was as foreign to joohwan as it was comfortable. he didn’t often appreciate relinquishing control to someone else, not in his life at least. more than once the decisions pertinent to his existence had been taken away from him forcefully, and the boy had been left with nothing to do but to accept the outcome of such things, even if he’d been thrown in blind towards situation he never planned on experiencing. it had made him a control freak, someone who needed to be aware of every aspect of his life and who could not bring himself to allow others to give him directions. a little rebel, it made it so that he couldn’t easily accept the things his grandfather had expected of him, or his grandmother. he went with what he wanted, he made choices for himself and accepted the consequences only because he’d been the one to make them. in a simple metaphor, joohwan liked to dance to his own tune. the prospect of having gunwoo lead, however, was not only necessary, but also enticing. hwan had always known that in intimate moments he was more comfortable with letting someone else take the lead – even if intimate for him had meant simply making out with people – and it wasn’t necessarily surprising that such a thing had bled into sex. joohwan found himself craving it, for gunwoo to not only lead but to control as well. with something as simple as holding onto joohwan’s hair and giving him an offer that felt more like gunwoo telling him what to do, the boy had already started to loosen up. otherwise, the honesty and the borderline coyness wouldn’t have appeared at all, joohwan knew. it didn’t mean it was easy or that joohwan felt significantly less nervous, but it helped his heart to settle a bit.

the multitude of art — forms & variegated colors of carnal desire were ones that the magnificently tall heir knew quite well ; his hands those of a sculptor that created beauty with the touch of his fingertips & palms, & his tongue delicate, & soft, like a paint brush that was masterful in gliding hues of scarlet, rose, & onyx across a bare, clean canvas ; saturating the sheets of alabaster in the representative shades of ROMANCE & PASSION, & in this moment, joohwan worked as the crisp sheet of parchment that he was tasked to work with, & oh, the excitement that coursed through gunwoo’s veins brought him to elation knowing that, after the pair of them had reached euphoria together, the danseur wouldn’t be a spotless sheet of ivory white any longer. no, he would don a brilliant array of fanciful pigments, & therefore, be painted as someone who had been molded into a man of experience who was now drenched in pristine chroma, & who had finally been TOUCHED by another person, another member of the same sex. while it had never been the elder’s intention to be the one to create such a masterpiece, he was glad that he was now going to share his coveted colors with another person that hadn’t come into his own intense glow yet, especially since the pair had known one another for quite sometime now. while he anticipated their social interactions after they came together in the name of LOVE & LUST to be different than before, the brunet had a feeling that all of the subtle alterations would be for the better as opposed to anything else. after all, primal instincts bonded people, & he knew that their trust would only skyrocket into the heavens from here on out.

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. joonsoo. ┐#nsfw.

fmdhakdong:

xuedong didn’t have a cruel bone in his body. to some , it might’ve seemed a blessing —- that a boy as battered by the world as he still couldn’t bring himself to push back against it —- but he often found himself wishing that he was more forceful. then he wouldn’t be in situations like this , uncomfortable & alone with only one of his favorite meal to comfort him. whatever discomfort he felt towards gunwoo personally was beginning to fade. though slightly too pushy in his flirtations , he was relatively harmless. the taller’s apology had certainly seemed genuine enough , & it appeared as though he was trying to be good company. perhaps if they’d met under different circumstances , xuedong would be more inclined to form a lasting friendship , of which he had few. the fact that gunwoo had released him to get ready for the dinner was quite the bonus. it at least provided a momentary respite from the utter humiliation , which he was still fighting to stomach. xuedong was sure he’d remember the day for years to come, & he would get just as red every time the memory resurfaced. he felt a lot better now that there weren’t as many layers on him. the thick wool sweater he’d donned that morning only added to the suffocation he felt ; now in a starched cotton dress shirt , sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he delicately lifted his fork to his mouth. ❝ it’s no problem. oh , please , you flatter me , gunwoo - ssi , ❞ xuedong mumbled , a magnanimous dip of his head following his quiet words. he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to the compliments , confident that if he returned some of his own , it might be misconstrued as interest. & that was that last thing that xuedong wanted. it isn’t a big deal , he reminded himself. what happened was embarrassing on all accounts , but no harm was done & he’s just trying to be a nice guy.

allowing himself a light smile , xuedong dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. ❝ i normally don’t have much of an appetite , so feel free to pilfer from my plate if you’d like. ❞ yes. yes. he could do this , he could have civilized conversation —- he might even be enticed to tease , as he just displayed. ❝ my father always said that mushrooms and garlic butter make any dish better. while i was naturally inclined to offer up several counters to this assessment , i have to say that there are just as many instances where it is correct. ❞ but his father was always the opulent sort , recently taking to the gold food trend. it looked pretty enough ; xuedong just didn’t think it was wise to spend so much money on something you were going to eat anyway. ironic , consider his own refined tastes. but at least he wasn’t actively consuming gold just because it was , in fact , gold. ❝ what of you ? i understand that we come from … similar backgrounds , at least in terms of socioeconomic class if nothing else. i’ve realized there aren’t actually many of us , our ilk —- does that sound … discriminatory if i put it that way ? —- in the industry. one would think connections breed careers , but it seems a modicum of talent is involved. which you have in spades , of course. ❞ he paused. ❝ ah , my original question was intended to discern your taste in food , but i went on a tangent … ❞ that’s what happens when you force yourself to be comfortable , he supposed.

in his light , self - contained shame , he reached for the glass of wine before him. never much of a drinker , he hoped that his distaste for the drink didn’t show. sophisticated people drank wine , didn’t they ? xuedong liked to think of himself as sophisticated. oh , he should’ve just said no. or suggested getting some street food or something instead. the weightiness of an italian restaurant ( really , it was just pasta , an overly familiar voice snorted ) had him struggling to overcompensate. sure , if they’d decided to get fast food or something less formal , there was a greater chance they’d be spotted by fans , but he didn’t mind that. instead , he’d allowed his taste buds to get the better of him. a regular prometheus , he is. but he wasn’t … not having fun , as far as dinners could go. he’d had far more uncomfortable meals during his lifetime. a few family reunions came to mind , where awards were ❛ carelessly ❜ dropped in an attempt to one - up another. as an idol , he’d been left out of most of it. not professional enough , he supposed , to be seen as any sort of competition to everyone else. he certainly wasn’t anywhere near his father’s level of heartthrob , at any rate. no , this wasn’t nearly as stressful as watching the shouting matches from the sidelines. he had good enough company.

donning an ensemble that cost an exorbitant amount of funds, gunwoo did his best not to besmirch any of the garments that clung to his virile frame with particles of food & drink. while he was taught formal table manners through the HOURS UPON HOURS of etiquette lessons as a child, his mind was often elsewhere that almost none of them stuck ; his large fingers never truly bending properly to cradle chopsticks or cutlery in a firm, yet pliable, grip, so more often than not, he would leave restaurants or dinners with splatters of sauce decorating his clothing. however, being that he had already made quite the unruly impression on the man seated across the way from him earlier in the afternoon, he didn’t want to continue to appear slightly juvenile & unkempt, especially when the ever — handsome danseur he was treating to supper carried such an ethereal grace with each & every one of his motions. intrigued pupils couldn’t help but gleam at the soft, sweet way with which he ate his food, & he hoped that his occasional gazing wouldn’t make xuedong uncomfortable. gunwoo simply couldn’t help beholding such beauty whenever it was presented to him, & it was becoming even more apparent than before that, to him, this night — out in gangnam was a FIRST DATE between he & IMPULSE’s lead vocalist. whether or not that was agreed upon hadn’t been discussed, but he hoped that the other felt similarly. however, if for some reason he did not, the taller would still be all right with it. after all, he wanted to forge a bond between them, & while he would’ve preferred it to be constructed upon foundations of romance & carnal desires, he would learn to live with platonic relations.

a deep, content sigh fluttered from betwixt full lips, & he continued to revel in the savory taste of his entrée ; his tastebuds rejoicing due to the harmonious combinations of spices & herbs found on his plate. however, as he was spoken to, he ceased his chewing & gave his guest his undivided & willing attention ; happy to allow each singsong syllable to grace his large ears & cause him to smile at what all was being communicated. nodding his head, he took note of the other’s gracious offering, & knew that, before their time at I HAVE A DREAM came to its conclusion, he’d help himself to a spoonful of xuedong’s coveted truffle risotto. ❝ i think that’s where you & i differ as far as food goes, you see... ❞ the heir began, setting the silverware he held down upon the flat surface of the table. ❝ i have an extremely hearty appetite, & i often find that i’m constantly hungry for some sort of food. i’m not sure if it’s due to how much i frequent the gym, or how tall i am, or whatever else, but man... i could eat all day, everyday, & still not be completely satiated. ❞ a low chuckle escaped him as he lifted his glass of wine from its stem & took yet another sip, his incredibly high tolerance for alcohol allowing him to consume as much as he’d like without feeling the debilitating affects of INTOXICATION. once he swallowed the tart liquid, he nodded his head & endeavored to finish the thought that he had started moments prior. ❝ i think your father has a fair point, though. while i am quite the fan of garlic & butter, i can’t say that i’m too keen on mushrooms in all dishes. then again, if you ask me what i prefer, it’s definitely all types of proteins —— steak, chicken, duck, leg of lamb, fish, even eggs ! ❞

perhaps that was why his natural physique was incredibly lean ?? that, paired with good genetics, was surely his secret for being able to build muscle fairly easily. nevertheless, gunwoo continued to listen to xuedong speak his mind ; nodding his head in agreement as each topic was breached & elaborated upon. ❝ i think it’s a great observation that a lot of the idols around us aren’t necessarily from money, & in a lot of ways, i think that’s great ! it only goes to show you that most of the talent here in korea are hard workers who CHASED THEIR DREAMS. i know that when i débuted, many people were convinced that i somehow bought my way into dimensions, & while my parents were able to pull some strings & get me a private audition with them, the rest was up to me. ❞ he replied, nodding his head as he scanned his brain for the memories of long voice lessons to perfect his range. ❝ anyway —— are you enjoying the night so far, handsome ?? i really am happy that you agreed to come out with me, & it’s been a huge pleasure being able to get to know you on a more personal level, & really, i’d just like to thank you for letting me in... even if it’s not much. ❞ a fond smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, & stared down at his lap to conceal the peculiar blush that painted over his fair complexion. ❝ i know it’s a little soon in our time spent together as we haven’t really finished our meals yet, but if you’re interested, i’d love to take you to LOTTE WORLD or EVERLAND either tonight, or some other time soon, if you’d like ?? i think i recall you mentioning in ORIGIN STORY that you’re a fan of amusement parks, right ?? unless, of course, i’m sorely mistaken !! ❞

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. xuedong. ┐

fmdjoohwan:

“ don’t call me that, ” joohwan hissed. the offense? the silly nickname gunwoo had used to refer to him. coming into this, joohwan had known to expect the never-ending teasing. it was gunwoo after all, someone the boy had had in his life for years already, a member of his own group. he knew it was entertaining for someone, the ones who weren’t completely terrified of what his reaction might be, to try and get a rise out of him in any way possible. usually, hwan didn’t bite it. there was no reason for him to – a well given glare was enough to shut most people up, and the ones who’d kept on it he could easily pretend to not be listening or walk away from. this situation, however, was one that undeniably drew far too many nerves from the boy. he didn’t want to come across as such, but it was impossible, joohwan reckoned, for anyone to have their heart and mind completely at ease facing a new experience, especially one such as this – being entirely exposed to another human being, be that emotionally or physically, was a terrifying notion and it was joohwan’s somewhat blind trust on gunwoo and the inevitable arousal he felt that kept him from second guessing his decision. it wasn’t even that he was allowed to dwell on it for too long, however, not with gunwoo’s hands on his rear and the words that slipped from his mouth that served only to add more fuel to the fire inside of the dancer. thinking he’d be allowed a moment to breathe and gather his thoughts as he sat down, joohwan was proved entirely wrong as he watched gunwoo strip in front of him. it wasn’t the first time the other had his clothes removed around him, neither was it the first time that hwan had ran eyes up and down his body in silent approval – but the circumstances made it so that the expectation of what came next was completely different, and it was just another moment in which it sunk in exactly what they were about to do. the last time this had happened, joohwan had recoiled and ran away, but now a shiver ran down his spine, excitement, want and need mixed together and making it so that he was unable to keep his hands completely steady.

never before had gunwoo witnessed an almost vulnerable side to joohwan, & being that all it took was to become intimate with him to rouse this sort of shift in personality made him curious as to why the pair hadn’t acted upon their primal instincts sooner. after all, they had spent ample time together as trainees, as well as now that they’ve débuted, & it was a well — known fact that the tallest member of UNITY had a difficult time keeping his hormones at bay. sure, that wasn’t a perfect excuse for recklessly engaging in philandering with as many men as he could, but he couldn’t necessarily help himself —— whenever he beheld a stunning man, he felt the need to approach them with his coquettish humor & often brazen approach to flirtation. while many were simply mindless dalliances, he couldn’t help but feel almost PROTECTIVE over all of his wanton bedmates, & one — night — stands often transformed into friends — with — benefits scenarios, & he appreciated that he was able to maintain convivial relationships with all that he’d shared a mattress with. hopefully this casual tryst would bring he & the main dancer of his collective closer together, & even if it didn’t, he was still going to treat the younger better than he had before. the incessant bickering & jokes were never going to subside, but instead of thinking that the ‘98 liner was annoying, he would find his rotten attitude almost CUTE. after all, sex made a person view things through rose — colored glasses, so his opinion on the smaller might change after he’s been deep inside of him ; their bodies, their souls & spirits, becoming one entity, & ultimately, getting to know one another on a deeper, more visceral level.

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. joohwan. ┐#nsfw.

fmdkwankyung:

“if calling me that is what’s included in you being a sub, then i think i’m going to pass on this entire thing. nicknames are a major turn off for me.” at least those kinds of nicknames were a major turn off for him. he was never a fan of the cutesy nicknames, ones that sound as though they were made up by little children. maybe that was just because of the culture he grew up in, but he couldn’t help but cringe whenever he heard something like that. the amount of aegyo he had to endure during the past almost decade he had spent in south korea was enough to make him nauseous. it seemed as though if gunwoo got any closer to him, he would be on his lap - not that kwankyung would mind that. it would be where the younger male would have ended up before the night was over anyway, so there was no need for him to try to push him away. as if he would push him away. that was the last thing that he wanted, that was for sure. “you say that now, but in about an hour or two, you’ll be my bitch.” he shrugged his shoulders, not speaking anymore on the subject. he knew that he was right. if gunwoo wanted to keep thinking that he had a chance in hell of winning the bet, then he could go right ahead. that would only make winning even more exciting for kwan. and when he finally did win, the smirk on his face was more than enough to convey how proud and smug he was of his accomplishment. “it wasn’t rude. it’s just how the game was played.. bitch,” he put emphasis on the word, a chuckle quickly following. he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, letting out a soft grunt of pleasure when the bones in his neck and back cracked from the stretch. “no need to swear, because it’s not going to happen. once i’m done with you, you’re going to be willingly bending over for me.”

the disbelief had fully settled in, & while he was tempted to backpedal & charm his way out of this, he knew that that wasn’t going to be an option. being that all of this was his idea, he needed to accept his fate & do his darnedest to enjoy the time that he spent with kwankyung. after all, being that he was so inexperienced when it came to being dominated in the bedroom, he didn’t truly know how he would react to it —— that unknown factor causing his CURIOSITY to pique. reaching his hands up, he carded his long fingers through his raven — black locks, & shook his head back & forth ; biting down on his bottom lip as he became lost in his thoughts. dropping his hands back to his sides, he turned to look at his opposite ; rolling his eyes at his comments. ❝ i’m not gonna seriously call you stupid — ass nicknames, okay ?? ❞ gunwoo reassured, laughing at how aggravated that the elder of them became whenever referred to as anything other than the name he was given at birth. ❝ but, i swear to god, if you call me your BITCH one more time, i’ll fuckin’ end you... ❞ it was an empty threat, sure, but the heir wanted to make his own rules clear, too. watching as his cohort stood up & stretched as if he was preparing for a workout, the main vocalist of UNITY immediately reached for another pre — rolled spliff ; collecting the lighter, as well, only to bring it up to his mouth & toke up once more. holding the vapors in for a moment, he felt the affects of cannabis taking their toll on him before blowing out the remnants. ❝ sorry... i gotta be high enough for this shit, ha. do you wanna just... get it on, & call it good, then ?? or did you wanna chill for awhile longer ?? ❞ he queried, unsure of what pace his guest would want to take things at. ❝ you get to call the shots, after all...❞

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. kwankyung. ┐#weed tw.#/ no worries luv !!#/ never feel the need to match length ! xx.

fmdtheo:

A soft sigh left the smaller boy’s lips as his statement was met with resistance from his ex. Arguing between the two was not uncommon, but Theo sometimes wished that their relationship could be more simple. He knew why Gunwoo felt the way he did, why he acted the way he did, but he sometimes wished that the taller boy would be more accepting of how things were now; there’s only so long someone can spend trying to rebuild the glory of former times before it becomes futile, after all. Whilst he was always grateful that the other was so fiercely loyal to him, he sometimes worried if it would eventually end up stifling them, and the last thing Theo wanted was for their friendship to end because things got too complicated. He could only hope that soon Gunwoo would find someone else too - even if things didn’t work out between them, he knew there was someone out there who was even better suited for the taller boy, but he knew that Gunwoo was the one who had to come to that conclusion himself but he also knew that his ex was the most stubborn person he knew. “I do let you love me, Gunwoo,” He replied with a sigh. He wasn’t sure what more he could say that wouldn’t cause the other to argue back.

Strong arms around his waist reminded him of simpler times, but those were simply fond memories now as those arms had now been replaced with those of another man. No matter heartwarmingly fond the memories were, no matter how often they repeat the actions of their past, Theo always made sure they were strictly platonic. It took a lot of willpower at the beginning, but he had eventually learnt how to see Gunwoo as the role of a best friend. “Please do, you know you have nothing to worry about, right? Just because I’m seeing Taesung now doesn’t change our friendship,” he smiled softly, before laughing, “It’s adorable on me but when it’s Taesung it’s a flaw? Taesung and I are normal height anyway, you’re the one who’s basically the BFG.” A sigh escaped his lips once again as he thought how far he had to go until he could master Japanese; he guessed he was lucky that he had so many people to help him with it, but he just didn’t have the time to study and yet his company now wanted to ship him off to Japan and do promotions there. “Let’s not think about work-related things now, let’s just enjoy our time off whilst we have it,” He smiled, though the smile turned into a slight frown as Gunwoo argued back. “You’re already close enough to me, Gunwoo, how much closer are you trying to get?” A moment of silent passed for a moment before Theo spoke again, his voice quieter. “It’s okay, just try not to do it again, Gunwoo-yah. I don’t want to move, after all.”

more often than not, gunwoo could tell that his abundant extravagance & often dramatic antics would exasperate & overwhelm théo, & while that was never his intention, he would end up crossing those same boundary lines time & time again. throughout all of his life, the taller had been labeled as TOO MUCH of something : too loud, too confrontational, too stubborn... & quite frankly, he was getting sick of the constant guilt he felt due to not being soft — spoken & subtle, sick of feeling as though he needed to change in order to appease his friends & family. while he understood that compromises were appropriate occasionally, he often found it unfair as to how he would never in his life ask for sangmin to change ; never ask him to be anyone else other than himself. however, whether it was intentional or not, his former flame seemed to insinuate that, in order for their friendship to remain afloat, the heir would have to dial back his attitude, or his jealousy, & truth be told, he had no idea how to do so. he wouldn’t ever want to make the smaller vocalist feel bad for finding love in the heart of a new man, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but wish it were him that the his ex was in love with. whether that made him crazy was up for debate, & while he knew he needed to move on, it was difficult, but he knew one thing for sure : he would love the younger male until they were both buried SIX FEET UNDER. nothing on earth would ever change that : no new person, no cause, no anything.

❝ you do let me love you, yes, but only on your terms, & i don’t think that’s too fair, sang — ssi, ❞ gunwoo countered, hoping that his words wouldn’t be taken out of context. ❝ i know you like simpler things, & i know that you don’t like how EXTRA i can be sometimes, but what if that’s just how i show you i love you, huh ?? what if me treating you to dinners, or buying you gifts, or sharing what i have to offer with you is just my way of showing you that you mean a lot to me ?? ❞ his voice was softer now, & he was genuinely asking questions that he had been thinking on for quite sometime now. ❝ also —— don’t ask me trick questions like that ! your height is adorable on you because i think YOU are adorable, sang — ssi. i’m not sexually, or romantically, attracted to taesung, so his height doesn’t have the same impression on me. that, & you & i both know that i’m way fuckin’ hotter than the bfg... that old man’s got nothin’ on me. ❞ a laugh trilled from between his lips, & he nuzzled closer into théo ; inhaling his sweet scent & immediately being flooded with memories of their unforgettable tryst, & that caused him to hold him even tighter, even more POSSESSIVELY than before. ❝ i promise that i won’t do anything weird to you, okay ?? just let me feel you... & be here with you. you don’t have to move if you don’t want to. also —— how’re things goin’ with CHARM, huh ?? are bc’s producers giving you more lines ?? your voice is too damn pretty to only be getting bit parts.

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. théo. ┐

fmdjoohwan:

it was unclear to joohwan, what gunwoo expected from him. he knew the image he was forced to sold – the cute maknae, the one who dotted over his hyungs and allowed them to do with him as they pleased. he’d been pushed into feigning an affectionate personality, for it was unbecoming of the youngest member to be as detached and impassive as joohwan was. it wasn’t in his true interest to latch onto the others, to beg for their attention as well as to roll out perfectioned aegyo for the satisfaction of the fans – and yet joohwan excelled at all of that. it had lead to plenty of uncomfortable situations in the past where someone who wasn’t a fan had met him and expected that same softness to translate into real life – it was inevitable that they would be left shocked by his true nature, but hwan didn’t believe himself to be at fault for pretending to be someone else. it was just a job like any other, and he wanted to be the best employee every month. so he behaved and he faked and people expected things from him that joohwan would never be able to truly deliver. when it came to gunwoo, joohwan had hoped that the straight-forward way he used to ask for this would be enough to make the other lose whatever preconceived notion he might’ve had of him. if not, perhaps how he hadn’t hesitated to pull him into the kiss, the one that hwan found himself easily melting into, in spite of how much he wished to fight against the weakness that took control of him whenever he had strong, manly hands holding onto him. their size difference had lead joohwan to the ball of his feet, bare against the cold floor of his studio apartment, one hand tangled into black strands of hair, the other placed on the back of gunwoo’s neck.

the kiss broke and it still took a couple beats for joohwan to blink his eyes open. they’d fallen shut against his own will, his treacherous body reacting to the feeling of someone else pressed against him for the first time in what felt like years but couldn’t have been more than just weeks. the last occasion in which joohwan found himself in this situation, however, had been such a traumatic event, he was surprised by how peaceful his body’s reactions were. there wasn’t a lot of thought that could be given to it though, for hands were reaching lower and prompting a moan to slip from joohwan’s mouth, one the younger boy wished to swallow back but couldn’t pretend didn’t happen. it was a weak spot of his, one past flings, boyfriends and girlfriends alike had ventured to, and joohwan could feel his body getting hotter and hotter with each passing second. gunwoo’s question and the words that preceded it barely registered into joohwan’s brain, flooded as it was by the pleasure that came from lips on his neck. it was the sanity he clung onto that had him snapping back into the moment, using the hand that had been resting on gunwoo’s nape to push him away by the forehead. “ no marks, ” joohwan berated the older boy, tightening his grip on gunwoo’s hair. “ i have a concert in a couple of days, i can’t have marks where people can see them, ” which was a shame truly, for hwan adored the sight of purple bruises against his fair skin – but it came with the job not being to able to wear those with pride.

he took the opportunity to once more cover gunwoo’s mouth with his. this joohwan knew how to do – making out was and had always been one of his favorite activities, one he’d indulge in as often as possible. taking control of the kiss for a brief moment, only so he could slow it down into a more sensual pace was what joohwan did best. he’d allow gunwoo to lead him anytime he wanted, but just for the moment he reveled in the slow slide of his tongue, in the taste of gunwoo’s mouth, in enjoying while he wasn’t in completely foreign territory. joohwan drew back with a satisfied sigh, taking a step away and slipping out of gunwoo’s grip. “ do i look like i wanna take it nice ‘n slow? ” a quirk of an eyebrow reflected the sarcasm painting his words – though joohwan knew he should, knew gunwoo should be told the honest truth before it was too late, he didn’t want to go for anything that might resemble a sentimental type of sex. without taking his eyes away from gunwoo’s, joohwan walked backwards, sitting down on his bed and crossing his legs that were completely exposed due to his only articles of clothing being the boxers sitting low on his hips and the top that didn’t cover anything underneath his waist. “ why are you still wearing clothes, hm? ”

while it was often looked down upon to entertain CARNAL DESIRES & SENSUALITY with group — mates, gunwoo had experience philandering with many of the men that were apart of UNITY —— those that he trained with, toured with, & now, who he lived with, too. being that all of them had their unique charms, & that most were also interested in the decadent flavor of masculinity, it was easier for them all to fall upon a bed in the privacy of their shared dorm ; soft moans & playful spanks kept quiet as to not disrupt the natural flow of their camaraderie, but more often than not, the men of dimensions entertainment’s latest boy collective adored to dip their toes into the rosy pools of lust —— their eyes constantly wandering upon the familiar frames that they practiced with, & their bodies proving to be naturally comfortable with one another’s due to the years upon years of trust building exercises & artificial brotherhood. while the tallest member had no clues as to whether or not the remainder of his roommates were tied in sin together, he knew one thing for sure : he’d had the pleasure to escape on an erogenous escapades with samsoo, & minwoo, & now, as fate would have it, he would be fortunate enough to pluck the fragrant buds of innocence off of joohwan —— an occupant in the maknae line, as well as the band’s main dancer. oftentimes, the man in charge of carrying vocals would notice the rotund curvature of the danseur’s bottom — half, & the overall SUCCULENT muscle tone of his physique, in general, & while he would never have dreamed on making a move of his own, it pleased him immensely that the was being trusted with stripping the rambunctious ‘98 liner of his almost sacred chastity, & he would go above & beyond to make it a perfect ride.

with small fingers tangled between strands of raven — black locks & another set of larger, stronger palms clutching onto the waistline of his opposite possessively, gunwoo guided his paramour deeper into the confines of his bedroom ; his family’s estate often a place he would bring guests that wanted to get lost betwixt sheets & bedding made of mulberry silk & egyptian cotton. while he was comfortable enough to dirty up his mattress located in UNITY’s dormitory, he deemed it necessary that, since it was the stripling’s first time, it should be done in the lap of luxury —— the lights dimmed delicately to set the mood for the rest of their time together as the sounds of their breaths & hums played the perfect prelude to heart — stopping coition. teeth bit down & into the pillowy flesh of the smaller’s lesser lip as their kiss took an intermission, & the older couldn’t help but grin coquettishly at how ethereal his normally devilish cohort appeared, & when he was instructed not to leave marks against his alabaster flesh, he pouted playfully ; dark brows furrowing at the subtle apprehensiveness. ❝ aww, what’s the matter ?? is little joo — joo afraid to make some waves ?? ❞ he chuckled, hands moving further south once more to clutch onto the backside that he’d admired from afar for such a long while now. ❝ don’t worry, i’ll be careful with you. though, i can’t help but feel like markin’ you all over would be kinda hot, ❞ the heir teased, watching as his little lover came closer to connect their mouths in a sweet reunion, a low groan reverberating from his palate as he fell deeper into his virile libido. however, when their bodies drifted apart once more, & he was told not to take it NICE & SLOW, he licked over his lips & shrugged. ❝ if you say so, babe. i’ll make damn sure you’ll be sore tomorrow. ❞

#└ ✰ ╱ thread. ┐#└ ✰ ╱ feat. joohwan. ┐#nsfw.

fmdhakdong:

his cousins always said that he took himself too seriously. they did not have the luxury of a life in the public eye ; his aunts never followed in their eldest sister’s footsteps , preferring anonymity to the family business , & as such , their children were raised in similar obscurity. xuedong was sure now that he had made his own star & fame , they would begin to be recognized for their relationship to him. but all else notwithstanding , they lived normal lives. their every move as a child was not recorded & preserved for the world to see , & their every move now as young adults weren’t scrutinized to the point of exaggeration. xuedong never took their words to heart. they didn’t understand his world. but maybe they were just a tad right —- maybe the gravitas he assigned to his own station exceeded that of reality. impulse is by no means an unpopular group , but he doubts that many people beyond his hometown ( who regarded him as a hero , despite all of his protestations ) actually cared about his body of work prior to his becoming an idol. child stars often faded , & while it was common enough to believe their work subpar to their elder co - stars , he had never been torn to shreds for his portrayals. no , it was xuedong himself who was too critical of his abilities ( or lack thereof ). a perfectionist at heart , he took to tearing down his own work even knowing that at the time he hadn’t know any better. so , in a sense —- in a great many senses , really —- it was absurd that he would be so moved by gunwoo’s revelation. ❝ surely i’ve made you uncomfortable with my … unbecoming tears , ❞ xuedong mumbled , toying with the cuffs of his sleeves. ❝ i apologize for putting you in such a position. i should not have reacted so poorly to something so jejune. ❞

the physical contact , however , causes his walls to shoot straight back up. though not quite shrugging off the elder , he did make an effort to step away & out of gunwoo’s reach. pushing boundaries is something he tends to shy away from —- avoid entirely , in fact. he had already been too vulnerable when he allowed the other to witness his tear - stained visage. to know his sensitivities & his weaknesses. now , allowing him to touch a spot on him as intimate ( in his opinion , at any rate ) as his back was a step too far. he was raised with good manners & as such does not make his displeasure clear in a harmful way. the extrication of his person from gunwoo’s space is one of discomfort but not critical in nature. he takes careful measures to impress upon the taller a light , sheepish smile. he does not want gunwoo to feel worse , if only so that he doesn’t need to accept more apology dinners more than anything else. at the other’s attempts at appeasement , xuedong allows himself a chuckle. ❝ yes , i am quite cognizant of your ability to , ah , vex individuals such as myself. ❞ surely , that means xuedong himself has a heart of gold , doesn’t it , that he is willing to prioritize the well - meaning of others over his own malaise ? what a martyr.

or maybe just a fool. the brightening of gunwoo’s disposition leads to an improvement in his own. perhaps it’s just the other’s sunniness that xuedong cannot escape from. or perhaps he’s just too easily swayed by the people around him. thought to be taciturn & recondite , people rarely picked up on the fact that his moods were affected by others. he was an autonomous being , of course , but there was always something about others smiling that would pick him up. even people who had made him cry just moments before. was he as mercurial as his first love closest friend ? xuedong himself certainly hadn’t considered the notion. ❝ mm , indeed , i quite like italian food. ❞ a truffle risotto sounds incredibly pleasant. pricey , luxurious , opulent , but also mighty delicious. of course , if it isn’t on the menu , he has an appetite for the boot - shaped country’s fine cuisine nonetheless. how peculiar it is that the other just so happened to mention his favorite food first ! fate , perchance ? ❝ i suppose we have … an appointment. ❞ a date would be too much. engagement had all the wrong connotations. not at all within the realm of his desires , anyway , flattered ( & equal parts distressed ) as he was by the other’s attention.

as the expanse of a muscle — toned back inched away from his palm, & a sheepish smile decorated the once distraught visage of his newest cohort, the heir sighed & hoped that his cooing vocables were enough to soothe whatever anxiety assaulted xuedong’s system ; that powerful reaction causing the taller to worry that he’d ruined whatever relationship was being forged by not reading into the situation properly. while he had a tendency to act irrationally & create waves with a wide majority of those he wanted to befriend, no one had ever honestly cried like that in front of him before, & knowing that his careless disposition caused turmoil to someone else’s mood made him regret ever inserting himself into other peoples’ businesses, especially the dancer that he found so EFFORTLESSLY GRACEFUL in every fashion. wanting to give the smaller his space, he backed up a few paces & scanned his countenance for any lingering signs of distress, & while his cheeks were stained with moisture, almost every ounce of hurt had seemingly evaporated into the air surrounding them, & that alone made gunwoo grin. hopefully he would be given yet another opportunity to woo, & after learning from this near — lethal mistake, he was sure to impress now ; his confidence elevating more & more the other spoke ; that bell — like voice causing a warmth to fill the caverns of his chest with flames of desire. ❝ trust me, angel. i’m not uncomfortable at all. ❞ he reassured, offering a leonine smile to ensure that his point was better emphasized, & genuine. ❝ if anything, in a strange way, it’s made me even more fond of you. i, personally, think it’s ATTRACTIVE when a man isn’t afraid to showcase his emotions. while it might have seemed sporadic, it wasn’t a burden, okay ?? ❞

he meant that, & he’d continue to be as honest, & as candid, with xuedong as possible. however, instead of approaching his honesty with asinine tones & brazen remarks, he’d do so in a gentler fashion. ❝ you reacted how you did, & there’s no going back now. however, just know that, your tears & your emotions don’t in anyway scare or startle me. i’ll be here with you through them all. ❞ was he already speaking too seriously ?? maybe so, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to stand by his words were the two of them to remain close in contact. he was a man of his word, after all. however, when his suggestions were digested & approved of, he smiled wide & nodded his head ; glad that he was now treading in CALMER WATERS when it came to pursuing the man that caught his eye. ❝ i’m glad to hear that you’re a connoisseur of italian cuisine. i’ve spent sometime there with my family a few years ago, & there’s nothing quite like getting it from the source itself, but this place i’m talkin’ about does a pretty good job at mimicking their traditions. naturally, of course, they put their own local twist on things, but you know... whenever i’m cravin’ a nice pasta, or whatever else, this is where i like to go. ❞ not only that, but the natural ambience of the eatery’s atmosphere was quite ROMANTIC, & it would set the perfect mood for the pair of them to get to know one another in a more intimate fashion. ❝ so, it’s settled then. would you be okay if i led you to my car so we can head that way ?? or would you rather go home & change first ?? i, personally, think you look great, but i’d want you to be as comfortable as possible, so let me know what you’d like to do first ! ❞

ONE — HOUR LATER... / large hands smoothed the tautness of his slacks down across his thighs, then wrapped around the underside of his chair to scoot it forward delicately. the low — light of the area around them was impeccably warm, & the candles that were lit ablaze atop the alabaster table cloth was pristine as ever as the two of them waited for their food to arrive. a roseate muscle left the confines of his mouth to dampen the petal — soft skin of his lips, & he reached out to lift the glass of his most — coveted red wine to indulge in a nice, long sip ; the notes of mulberries alighting his palate & causing a delightful hum to reverberate from it as he swallowed. peering parallel, he drank in the mere sight of xuedong & cooed further, happy to be in the presence of such UNAPOLOGETIC, MASCULINE BEAUTY. ❝ thank you, again, for allowing me to treat you to a really nice meal. as i mentioned earlier, my day’s been made much prettier with you around, & not only due to your appearance, but due to your disposition, as well. truth is, i need someone softer like you to help put an end to how sharp my edges can be, so i appreciate being given the chance to right my wrongs. ❞ he added, fingertips stretching upwards to comb through his coiffed raven — black locks. ❝ truffle risotto, huh ?? if it’s not too intrusive or rude of me, i may have to steal a bite of that if you’re feeling generous. do you normally eat a more plant — based diet, or do you just have an affinity for mushrooms ?? ❞

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