rpf kpop stuff 🫶 he/they || '96 || writer of fic, enjoyer of taegi, jinmin, keonju, jahaivan (writing mostly for oneus, though I have wips/ideas for bts, ateez, kingdom as well)
hey dude, since ur a jahan/ivan bias: what kind of romantic trope do you think suits them best? i'm writing a series where i assign romance tropes to each member of TKD so i was curious what u were thinking as i also rlly admire ur writing!
so far i have childhood bestfriends for Dann, brother's best friend for louis and fantasy arranged marriage for arthur :3
omg YELLIN sorry it took me so long to see this!!! also THANK U that really means so much to hear that someone likes my writing, especially in such a small fandom like kingmakers 🥹
tbh thinking of tropes is always so hard for me ;; I never really consciously choose to follow them, they just sort of happen and I go back later and I'm like "oh cool now I can add this to the ao3 tags," like I genuinely didn't realize I was writing a reincarnation fic until someone pointed it out to me and I was like, oh wow yeah that's what this is!
that being said, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and forbidden love are a few of my favorite tropes just overall, so perhaps take with that what you will!
He looks only half awake, not fully aware when Seoho pulls the door open and finds him there. Parts of his hair are bleached nearly white, but in odd patches like he didn’t know what he was doing. He’s not wearing much, nothing between his skin and the snow except for a jacket he’s wrapped around his shoulders and attempted to curl up inside. Which is quite a feat, because from what is visible, the guy looks pretty built.
Also, Seoho is pretty sure that’s his own jacket, the one he lost in the woods last week and hadn’t bothered to go back and look for.
uhh tags: smut (obvs) but it's like SO soft fr, potentially bits of dissociation here and there but nothing nearly as heavy as the actual fic
(this takes place around the middle of the fic, the first time they go upstairs)
They end up on the edge of the bed. Dongju’s button up is still crumpled stubbornly at his elbows, though hopefully not for long. He grabs the hem of Keonhee’s shirt and pulls until Keonhee is leaning over him, one hand on the bed and one on Dongju’s back to keep them from toppling over. Keonhee is smiling bigger than Dongju thinks he’s ever seen, glowing in the early morning light.
All to myself, a̷l̴l̷ t̶̞͂o̷̥̹͋ m̵͍͒y̷̖̣͇͑͠ş̴͇̄͝͠ẻ̵̢̹̬̓l̷̪͗f̶̠̹̳̐͆̽.
“I want you,” Dongju says. He hopes his voice isn’t shaking. It’s scary to say out loud even though he’s pretty certain by now that Keonhee wants him too. “I’ve wanted you for a while.”
Keonhee leans closer, gently pushes Dongju back, back, until he lands on the pillows. His hands wander, down past where Dongju thinks his heart might beat out of his chest, tugging his shirt up just enough to touch his skin again. “Me too. I didn’t know how to ask before. Otherwise I would have.”
“I know.” It’s not a surprise.
Just like the first time Keonhee came back, the only surprise is that Dongju thinks he should find all of this unexpected. But he doesn’t. Keonhee seems to belong here, slots into place almost too easily. He fits right in at the laundromat, in Dongju’s arms, in his bed.
Keonhee’s so so gentle as he tugs the button-up all the way off, as he pushes Dongju to lay back on the bed and gets his hands under his shirt. He’s reverent when he gets his hands on Dongju’s skin, long fingers dipping between his ribs as he pushes it all the way up. Dongju wiggles the rest of the way out, but he doesn’t remember if he tosses his shirt out to the void of the floor or if Keonhee does. It probably doesn’t matter. What matters is Keonhee kissing him as he undoes the button on Dongju’s shorts and slowly slowly begins pulling those off as well.
Starting to feel a little exposed, Dongju reaches up to return the favor. He touches everything he can reach, earning himself some ticklish giggles from Keonhee when his touch is too light. His shirt is tossed into the void as well. Dongju has to stop and stare for a moment, because of course he’s beautiful, Dongju already knew that. But there’s something extra special about seeing him like this, warm and bathed in gold from the sunrise. So much skin to touch, soft and warm and all for Dongju.
Keonhee folds in on himself. Dongju reaches up to pull his hands away. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just. You’re like, ethereal and I’m—”
Is Keonhee trying to imply he’s anything less than ethereal?
Dongju frowns and pulls him down to kiss again. Words might not convey much for him right now, but this definitely will. He feels Keonhee relax, melting into it until they’re laying side by side on his bed together. Dongju pulls away only so he can kiss a trail down Keonhee’s neck, can bite at his stupidly pretty collarbone and make love bites bloom like flowers on his skin.
In between, he whispers. “You’re beautiful to me. You’re perfect.”
Keonhee squirms under the attention, his ears bright red, but his nervous little noises quickly turn sinful as Dongju leaves his mark. And he’s already got Dongju’s shorts half down his thighs, tugs a little more, a little more, until he has to sit up to get an angle where he can pull them all the way off. He lifts Dongju’s leg to kiss the inside of his thigh, just above the knee. So so gentle. It’s embarrassing and Dongju is resisting every urge he has right now to cover himself even though he’s still got his underwear on. He also thinks, not so distantly, that he would let Keonhee do whatever he wants to him. That’s kind of embarrassing too.
Absolute angel that he is, Keonhee doesn’t make Dongju wait for too long. He pushes his own sweats off, perhaps a little unceremoniously, tosses them off with the rest of their clothes, and snuggles in next to Dongju again in the nest of blankets they probably won’t be using.
“Are those dinosaurs?” Dongju plucks at Keonhee’s boxers.
Keonhee’s blushing so bad, visible even with the blackout curtains. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not. They’re cute.”
“I didn’t think this was how tonight would go.”
“That’s okay.”
I want you, I want you.
Dongju wiggles closer, close enough to feel Keonhee's warmth, to lay his hand over the softness of his waist, to feel his breath when he sighs.
“Do you still want to—”
“Yes.”
“Good, me too.”
“How do you want it?”
Dongju pauses, his fingers already hooked in Keonhee’s waistband. “I…don’t know. I’ve never…”
“Me neither,” Keonhee admits. “We can just figure it out as we go.”
Dongju nods, he’s impatient and tugs down just a little. “I just know I want you.”
Keonhee laughs, soft under his breath. “You have me.” He sits up, rolls over so he’s kneeling between Dongju’s legs, leans over him and kisses his cheek. “We don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Dongju tugs again and he can see the curve of Keonhee’s bones because he’s lanky and beautiful. He catches a glimpse of black hair and feels his heart trying to pound out of his chest.
In his peripheral, Dongju can see Keonhee smiling, something fond and endeared and a little embarrassing because it most definitely has something to do with all the blood Dongju can feel rushing to his face and also to his—
“Cute,” Keonhee says.
“Shut up.”
In all fairness, it’s pretty easy to see that Keonhee is already hard too. And he’s a little flustered about it as well, his ears are as red as Dongju thinks his own face is.
There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Dongju thinks. But they’re both shy anyway. It’s new. Maybe it’s a little daunting but they’re gonna do it together and that makes it less scary. Dongju would trust Keonhee with anything.
So he says yes with no hesitation when he feels Keonhee mirror him, fingers carefully dipping under his waistband like he’s handling something precious and sacred, and asks if this is okay. It is okay, it’s more than okay, please just touch me already.
Dongju gasps when Keonhee finally does touch him. Keonhee nearly pulls away but Dongju grabs his wrist and assures him it’s okay he’s just not used to this please it’s okay. It’s okay. His heart is on fire but that’s probably pretty normal.
“Okay,” Keonhee whispers, and this time he leans down and kisses Dongju before wrapping his hand around him again.
God his hands are so big what the fuck.
Keonhee giggles and Dongju thinks he might have just said that out loud. Before he can ask if he said it out loud, Keonhee moves his hand, just subtly, but it’s enough to make Dongju let out a very involuntary noise. He pulls his hands back to cover his face but he forgot he was still fidgeting with Keonhee’s silly cute underwear and well. He hears a snap. And then an “Ow!” from Keonhee.
Oops.
“Oh my god I’m sorry!”
This is a disaster.
But Keonhee breaks into giggles, stupid silly high pitched giggles like he does when he says something funny or when he was singing along to the trot song that came on the radio one night and his voice cracked horribly. He hides his face in Dongju’s neck, and okay Dongju can’t help but laugh too, though he still feels bad.
Somehow it doesn’t kill the mood. Maybe it’s because Keonhee’s ridiculously long fingers are still so very gently wrapped around Dongju’s dick. Or maybe, just maybe, okay yes definitely this is the kind of thing that makes Keonhee so attractive in the first place. And his laughter is obnoxious and contagious and for the first time that Dongju can remember, he wishes the daytime could last forever.
Eventually the giggles die down. Keonhee has somehow melted back onto the bed, pressed against Dongju’s side. He pushes Dongju’s underwear further out of the way, partway down his thighs but not all the way off because it’s hot and they’re tired.
“You too?”
Keonhee looks up at him and takes a moment to understand what Dongju is asking. It’s almost long enough for Dongju to think that the answer is no, almost enough to make him regret asking. But then, “Oh! Yeah. Please. Yes.”
Dongju is lazy about it too, only pushes them down far enough to get his cock out. He’s not sure if his hands are big enough to get around both of them. Keonhee’s might be, though.
“I wanna suck you off so bad,” he mumbles without thinking.
“You can,” Keonhee says. He strokes up and Dongju has to bite his lip to stay quiet. “What’s holding you back?”
Dongju’s voice cracks when he answers but they both ignore it. “I— I wanna be close to you too. Like, wanna hold and be held, I don’t know. Dumb romantic stuff.”
“A blowjob isn’t romantic?”
Dongju leans over and bites him again. Not in a mean way or anything. And fuck he makes such pretty noises when Dongju sinks his teeth, when he lets go and runs his tongue over the bite mark.
Keonhee pulls him close and ends up leaning over him again, still between his legs because they never really untangled from that earlier. He drags Dongju’s underwear the rest of the way off, kisses the inside of his thigh, higher than last time, slower. He bites too, much more gently than Dongju has been, and it's actually ridiculous how attractive he is when he just briefly licks over the barely-visible bite mark.
It feels. Nice. Embarrassing to be this exposed but also comfortable because he trusts Keonhee with this. He feels safe here. Feels warm when Keonhee leans up again, kisses him all soft and slow and runs his hand up Dongju’s leg to wrap around— Oh god that’s both of them.
“Are you reading my mind?” Dongju asks when Keonhee pauses to breathe.
Keonhee smiles all stupid sweet god he’s so cute. “Am I? I just thought— I don’t know. Is this okay? I didn’t ask.”
“Hyung,” Dongju says. “If I don’t want something, I’ll tell you. Right now I want whatever you’ll give me.” I just want you.
“Aw, how sweet of you.” Another kiss before Dongju can tell him to shut up. “We don’t have to go all the way or anything. Not today or ever.”
“I want to. Someday. Maybe not today though.” He’s pretty sure there’s a lot of extra prep stuff they’ve gotta do first that he doesn’t want to take the time to do right now. He doesn’t even have any condoms which feels like a crime, but then again he’s never had a partner before, never dreamed of taking a boy back up to his room and doing anything steamy or whatever. Anyway he’s impatient, and he can feel Keonhee’s dick throbbing against his own, still pressed together in his hand. They’re both impatient then. “Today just— just do this.”
“Gladly.” Keonhee kisses him again, and he moves his hand. He doesn’t even do much, just slides his fingertips over both of them, but it’s enough to get Dongju whining and bucking his hips up. Keonhee smiles and leans down again to kiss under his jaw. “Will it matter if I leave a mark?”
Dongju almost laughs. Probably would laugh if he wasn’t so consumed by everything else. He’s already left marks on Keonhee, is there even a point in asking anymore? “No.” No one sees him except his brother. No one will care. Sure, Dongmyeong will make fun of him, but it’ll be worth it.
Yeah, it’s worth it. Dongju bites his lip in a vain attempt to not make any embarrassing noises when Keonhee sinks his teeth. He’s not sure when it happened, but both his hands are buried in Keonhee’s hair now, keeping him in place at the base of his neck. Not that it matters since they’re both perfectly happy like this.
Keonhee moves like he’s more focused on the feeling, on the pleasure and the proximity and on learning every tiny detail about Dongju, more than actually getting off. The ramp up is so slow Dongju doesn’t even notice that he’s close until his own neck is littered with love marks and he knows his whole body is probably flushed and his head feels like he’s melted into the clouds at sunrise, all sparkling gold and orange and fluffy. And then he feels a sudden swoop in his gut, and a little lower, at some random movement of Keonhee’s hand, some otherwise meaningless bit of friction except that they’ve been at this for who knows how long and– and—
“Hyung,” Dongju tries to whisper. He fails and it comes out as a cracked whine.
Keonhee laughs softly into his neck. It does not help, sending waves of extra arousal through Dongju who is barely able to process it. “Me too.”
Dongju doesn’t have the brain power to figure out what that means. It doesn’t matter though, because now Keonhee seems to be focused on getting off instead of just being intimate. At this point Dongju has a death grip in his hair and can’t let go, and he knows he’s making some very embarrassing high pitched whining but he can’t stop that either.
A moment later he feels like he’s on fire and then— Then it’s over and he feels his own sticky mess on his stomach. Seconds pass and he feels Keonhee bury his face in his neck, and then he finishes too. Dongju is starting to wish he wasn’t on the bottom but also he doesn’t care. Ugh, they’re gonna have to wash the sheets. And he wants to take a shower but he’s really tired now.
He winces, just a little overstimulated when Keonhee finally lets go and gently rolls off of him.
But, god, with the way the sunrise is filtered in through the curtains and the way his hair is all messed up and the absolute bliss in his eyes. He’s the most beautiful thing Dongju has ever seen.
Keonhee smiles. So fucking pretty. “You’re staring.”
“Yeah.”
Keonhee laughs softly, too tired. “Okay then.”
Dongju leans over to kiss him. Unfortunately it makes him even more aware of how sticky he feels now. “I’m gonna get a washcloth or something.”
“Mm. Good idea.”
One more kiss, then Dongju has to pry himself out of bed or else they’ll fall asleep and wake up feeling very gross.
He catches himself in the mirror in the bathroom. Normally he doesn’t think much of how he looks. Keonhee says he’s beautiful, and Dongju knows he can look pretty good when he puts effort into it. Normally at the end of his nights he looks exhausted though.
This morning he looks okay. His hair is a mess and that blushing isn't gonna go away anytime soon, but he thinks he looks happy. He feels happy. It’s different and it’s nice.
He hurries to clean himself off, gets another washcloth for Keonhee.
When he gets back, Keonhee is already half asleep in the sunlight, still ethereal, still perfect. Dongju kisses him again to wake him up. Keonhee kisses him back, slow and deep and warm, a tiny sun burning under his heart.
They need to change the sheets before they can actually go to sleep, but they can do that later. They can worry about Dongmyeong teasing them later too. Right now Dongju lets his brain turn off for a minute, stops thinking about all the loneliness and all the fear and doubt, just lets the golden haze of early morning and of his boyfriend take over, just for a few more minutes.
uhh tags: smut (obvs) but it's like SO soft fr, potentially bits of dissociation here and there but nothing nearly as heavy as the actual fic
(this takes place around the middle of the fic, the first time they go upstairs)
They end up on the edge of the bed. Dongju’s button up is still crumpled stubbornly at his elbows, though hopefully not for long. He grabs the hem of Keonhee’s shirt and pulls until Keonhee is leaning over him, one hand on the bed and one on Dongju’s back to keep them from toppling over. Keonhee is smiling bigger than Dongju thinks he’s ever seen, glowing in the early morning light.
All to myself, a̷l̴l̷ t̶̞͂o̷̥̹͋ m̵͍͒y̷̖̣͇͑͠ş̴͇̄͝͠ẻ̵̢̹̬̓l̷̪͗f̶̠̹̳̐͆̽.
“I want you,” Dongju says. He hopes his voice isn’t shaking. It’s scary to say out loud even though he’s pretty certain by now that Keonhee wants him too. “I’ve wanted you for a while.”
Keonhee leans closer, gently pushes Dongju back, back, until he lands on the pillows. His hands wander, down past where Dongju thinks his heart might beat out of his chest, tugging his shirt up just enough to touch his skin again. “Me too. I didn’t know how to ask before. Otherwise I would have.”
“I know.” It’s not a surprise.
Just like the first time Keonhee came back, the only surprise is that Dongju thinks he should find all of this unexpected. But he doesn’t. Keonhee seems to belong here, slots into place almost too easily. He fits right in at the laundromat, in Dongju’s arms, in his bed.
Keonhee’s so so gentle as he tugs the button-up all the way off, as he pushes Dongju to lay back on the bed and gets his hands under his shirt. He’s reverent when he gets his hands on Dongju’s skin, long fingers dipping between his ribs as he pushes it all the way up. Dongju wiggles the rest of the way out, but he doesn’t remember if he tosses his shirt out to the void of the floor or if Keonhee does. It probably doesn’t matter. What matters is Keonhee kissing him as he undoes the button on Dongju’s shorts and slowly slowly begins pulling those off as well.
Starting to feel a little exposed, Dongju reaches up to return the favor. He touches everything he can reach, earning himself some ticklish giggles from Keonhee when his touch is too light. His shirt is tossed into the void as well. Dongju has to stop and stare for a moment, because of course he’s beautiful, Dongju already knew that. But there’s something extra special about seeing him like this, warm and bathed in gold from the sunrise. So much skin to touch, soft and warm and all for Dongju.
Keonhee folds in on himself. Dongju reaches up to pull his hands away. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just. You’re like, ethereal and I’m—”
Is Keonhee trying to imply he’s anything less than ethereal?
Dongju frowns and pulls him down to kiss again. Words might not convey much for him right now, but this definitely will. He feels Keonhee relax, melting into it until they’re laying side by side on his bed together. Dongju pulls away only so he can kiss a trail down Keonhee’s neck, can bite at his stupidly pretty collarbone and make love bites bloom like flowers on his skin.
In between, he whispers. “You’re beautiful to me. You’re perfect.”
Keonhee squirms under the attention, his ears bright red, but his nervous little noises quickly turn sinful as Dongju leaves his mark. And he’s already got Dongju’s shorts half down his thighs, tugs a little more, a little more, until he has to sit up to get an angle where he can pull them all the way off. He lifts Dongju’s leg to kiss the inside of his thigh, just above the knee. So so gentle. It’s embarrassing and Dongju is resisting every urge he has right now to cover himself even though he’s still got his underwear on. He also thinks, not so distantly, that he would let Keonhee do whatever he wants to him. That’s kind of embarrassing too.
Absolute angel that he is, Keonhee doesn’t make Dongju wait for too long. He pushes his own sweats off, perhaps a little unceremoniously, tosses them off with the rest of their clothes, and snuggles in next to Dongju again in the nest of blankets they probably won’t be using.
“Are those dinosaurs?” Dongju plucks at Keonhee’s boxers.
Keonhee’s blushing so bad, visible even with the blackout curtains. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not. They’re cute.”
“I didn’t think this was how tonight would go.”
“That’s okay.”
I want you, I want you.
Dongju wiggles closer, close enough to feel Keonhee's warmth, to lay his hand over the softness of his waist, to feel his breath when he sighs.
“Do you still want to—”
“Yes.”
“Good, me too.”
“How do you want it?”
Dongju pauses, his fingers already hooked in Keonhee’s waistband. “I…don’t know. I’ve never…”
“Me neither,” Keonhee admits. “We can just figure it out as we go.”
Dongju nods, he’s impatient and tugs down just a little. “I just know I want you.”
Keonhee laughs, soft under his breath. “You have me.” He sits up, rolls over so he’s kneeling between Dongju’s legs, leans over him and kisses his cheek. “We don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Dongju tugs again and he can see the curve of Keonhee’s bones because he’s lanky and beautiful. He catches a glimpse of black hair and feels his heart trying to pound out of his chest.
In his peripheral, Dongju can see Keonhee smiling, something fond and endeared and a little embarrassing because it most definitely has something to do with all the blood Dongju can feel rushing to his face and also to his—
“Cute,” Keonhee says.
“Shut up.”
In all fairness, it’s pretty easy to see that Keonhee is already hard too. And he’s a little flustered about it as well, his ears are as red as Dongju thinks his own face is.
There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Dongju thinks. But they’re both shy anyway. It’s new. Maybe it’s a little daunting but they’re gonna do it together and that makes it less scary. Dongju would trust Keonhee with anything.
So he says yes with no hesitation when he feels Keonhee mirror him, fingers carefully dipping under his waistband like he’s handling something precious and sacred, and asks if this is okay. It is okay, it’s more than okay, please just touch me already.
Dongju gasps when Keonhee finally does touch him. Keonhee nearly pulls away but Dongju grabs his wrist and assures him it’s okay he’s just not used to this please it’s okay. It’s okay. His heart is on fire but that’s probably pretty normal.
“Okay,” Keonhee whispers, and this time he leans down and kisses Dongju before wrapping his hand around him again.
God his hands are so big what the fuck.
Keonhee giggles and Dongju thinks he might have just said that out loud. Before he can ask if he said it out loud, Keonhee moves his hand, just subtly, but it’s enough to make Dongju let out a very involuntary noise. He pulls his hands back to cover his face but he forgot he was still fidgeting with Keonhee’s silly cute underwear and well. He hears a snap. And then an “Ow!” from Keonhee.
Oops.
“Oh my god I’m sorry!”
This is a disaster.
But Keonhee breaks into giggles, stupid silly high pitched giggles like he does when he says something funny or when he was singing along to the trot song that came on the radio one night and his voice cracked horribly. He hides his face in Dongju’s neck, and okay Dongju can’t help but laugh too, though he still feels bad.
Somehow it doesn’t kill the mood. Maybe it’s because Keonhee’s ridiculously long fingers are still so very gently wrapped around Dongju’s dick. Or maybe, just maybe, okay yes definitely this is the kind of thing that makes Keonhee so attractive in the first place. And his laughter is obnoxious and contagious and for the first time that Dongju can remember, he wishes the daytime could last forever.
Eventually the giggles die down. Keonhee has somehow melted back onto the bed, pressed against Dongju’s side. He pushes Dongju’s underwear further out of the way, partway down his thighs but not all the way off because it’s hot and they’re tired.
“You too?”
Keonhee looks up at him and takes a moment to understand what Dongju is asking. It’s almost long enough for Dongju to think that the answer is no, almost enough to make him regret asking. But then, “Oh! Yeah. Please. Yes.”
Dongju is lazy about it too, only pushes them down far enough to get his cock out. He’s not sure if his hands are big enough to get around both of them. Keonhee’s might be, though.
“I wanna suck you off so bad,” he mumbles without thinking.
“You can,” Keonhee says. He strokes up and Dongju has to bite his lip to stay quiet. “What’s holding you back?”
Dongju’s voice cracks when he answers but they both ignore it. “I— I wanna be close to you too. Like, wanna hold and be held, I don’t know. Dumb romantic stuff.”
“A blowjob isn’t romantic?”
Dongju leans over and bites him again. Not in a mean way or anything. And fuck he makes such pretty noises when Dongju sinks his teeth, when he lets go and runs his tongue over the bite mark.
Keonhee pulls him close and ends up leaning over him again, still between his legs because they never really untangled from that earlier. He drags Dongju’s underwear the rest of the way off, kisses the inside of his thigh, higher than last time, slower. He bites too, much more gently than Dongju has been, and it's actually ridiculous how attractive he is when he just briefly licks over the barely-visible bite mark.
It feels. Nice. Embarrassing to be this exposed but also comfortable because he trusts Keonhee with this. He feels safe here. Feels warm when Keonhee leans up again, kisses him all soft and slow and runs his hand up Dongju’s leg to wrap around— Oh god that’s both of them.
“Are you reading my mind?” Dongju asks when Keonhee pauses to breathe.
Keonhee smiles all stupid sweet god he’s so cute. “Am I? I just thought— I don’t know. Is this okay? I didn’t ask.”
“Hyung,” Dongju says. “If I don’t want something, I’ll tell you. Right now I want whatever you’ll give me.” I just want you.
“Aw, how sweet of you.” Another kiss before Dongju can tell him to shut up. “We don’t have to go all the way or anything. Not today or ever.”
“I want to. Someday. Maybe not today though.” He’s pretty sure there’s a lot of extra prep stuff they’ve gotta do first that he doesn’t want to take the time to do right now. He doesn’t even have any condoms which feels like a crime, but then again he’s never had a partner before, never dreamed of taking a boy back up to his room and doing anything steamy or whatever. Anyway he’s impatient, and he can feel Keonhee’s dick throbbing against his own, still pressed together in his hand. They’re both impatient then. “Today just— just do this.”
“Gladly.” Keonhee kisses him again, and he moves his hand. He doesn’t even do much, just slides his fingertips over both of them, but it’s enough to get Dongju whining and bucking his hips up. Keonhee smiles and leans down again to kiss under his jaw. “Will it matter if I leave a mark?”
Dongju almost laughs. Probably would laugh if he wasn’t so consumed by everything else. He’s already left marks on Keonhee, is there even a point in asking anymore? “No.” No one sees him except his brother. No one will care. Sure, Dongmyeong will make fun of him, but it’ll be worth it.
Yeah, it’s worth it. Dongju bites his lip in a vain attempt to not make any embarrassing noises when Keonhee sinks his teeth. He’s not sure when it happened, but both his hands are buried in Keonhee’s hair now, keeping him in place at the base of his neck. Not that it matters since they’re both perfectly happy like this.
Keonhee moves like he’s more focused on the feeling, on the pleasure and the proximity and on learning every tiny detail about Dongju, more than actually getting off. The ramp up is so slow Dongju doesn’t even notice that he’s close until his own neck is littered with love marks and he knows his whole body is probably flushed and his head feels like he’s melted into the clouds at sunrise, all sparkling gold and orange and fluffy. And then he feels a sudden swoop in his gut, and a little lower, at some random movement of Keonhee’s hand, some otherwise meaningless bit of friction except that they’ve been at this for who knows how long and– and—
“Hyung,” Dongju tries to whisper. He fails and it comes out as a cracked whine.
Keonhee laughs softly into his neck. It does not help, sending waves of extra arousal through Dongju who is barely able to process it. “Me too.”
Dongju doesn’t have the brain power to figure out what that means. It doesn’t matter though, because now Keonhee seems to be focused on getting off instead of just being intimate. At this point Dongju has a death grip in his hair and can’t let go, and he knows he’s making some very embarrassing high pitched whining but he can’t stop that either.
A moment later he feels like he’s on fire and then— Then it’s over and he feels his own sticky mess on his stomach. Seconds pass and he feels Keonhee bury his face in his neck, and then he finishes too. Dongju is starting to wish he wasn’t on the bottom but also he doesn’t care. Ugh, they’re gonna have to wash the sheets. And he wants to take a shower but he’s really tired now.
He winces, just a little overstimulated when Keonhee finally lets go and gently rolls off of him.
But, god, with the way the sunrise is filtered in through the curtains and the way his hair is all messed up and the absolute bliss in his eyes. He’s the most beautiful thing Dongju has ever seen.
Keonhee smiles. So fucking pretty. “You’re staring.”
“Yeah.”
Keonhee laughs softly, too tired. “Okay then.”
Dongju leans over to kiss him. Unfortunately it makes him even more aware of how sticky he feels now. “I’m gonna get a washcloth or something.”
“Mm. Good idea.”
One more kiss, then Dongju has to pry himself out of bed or else they’ll fall asleep and wake up feeling very gross.
He catches himself in the mirror in the bathroom. Normally he doesn’t think much of how he looks. Keonhee says he’s beautiful, and Dongju knows he can look pretty good when he puts effort into it. Normally at the end of his nights he looks exhausted though.
This morning he looks okay. His hair is a mess and that blushing isn't gonna go away anytime soon, but he thinks he looks happy. He feels happy. It’s different and it’s nice.
He hurries to clean himself off, gets another washcloth for Keonhee.
When he gets back, Keonhee is already half asleep in the sunlight, still ethereal, still perfect. Dongju kisses him again to wake him up. Keonhee kisses him back, slow and deep and warm, a tiny sun burning under his heart.
They need to change the sheets before they can actually go to sleep, but they can do that later. They can worry about Dongmyeong teasing them later too. Right now Dongju lets his brain turn off for a minute, stops thinking about all the loneliness and all the fear and doubt, just lets the golden haze of early morning and of his boyfriend take over, just for a few more minutes.
hi sorry it's been a minute, I'm still gonna post some deleted scenes but oneus announced tour and I spent the entire time between the announcement and the concerts I went to just. prepping lol I had an outfit and freebies to make!! anyway I'm on pcd hell now and I miss them so. back to fic I go, nyoom!
“I flew too close to the sun,” Jahan says. He attempts to wring out the scrap of bloodied fabric into the grass, but all it does is get his hands dirty.
That answer is extremely unsatisfying.
“Aren’t you the king of the sun?” Yunho asks. Jahan has supernatural power too, Yunho watched him form a fireball in his hands earlier while they were running. “Can it even hurt you?”
aka; that one scene in Excalibur except this is how it fits in with my au >:3
“What if I did kill him?” Youngjun asks, too tired to stop himself from thinking out loud.
The truth is that Youngjun doesn’t remember if he killed Chiwoo or not. He doesn’t trust his memories from that day. They’re all twisted in his mind, in his heart. The fear of the shadows closing in, the storm looming above them and the forest only lit by flashes of lightning. When he thinks about it all he ever sees is blood, and he still doesn’t know if it’s his fault or not.
aka; Youngjun is haunted in his nightmares. at least he can seek comfort from Yoosung.
Hit I wanted to say how much I love love the keonju fic you wrote... i think about it often and l've reread it so many times 😚
I was wondering if you had any plans of continuing it and making a second chapter ^..^?
waaaaaaa omg thank you so much ;;; that was one of my favorites to write, honestly
I don't think I will continue it, though. I like leaving it with an open ending so you the reader can imagine whatever sort of future for them that you want!
however I can say for almost certain that I will be writing more fics with this same sort of vibe in the future, I loved writing that keonju fic so much ;;
The people standing with Arthur have faces too, now that Sungho is looking. All young, all with so much detail, with features he remembers even when he looks at someone else. They look like they’ve all made a valiant attempt to stick with the theme, but in so many ways they’re too modern. Wild hair colors, jewelry that looks nice but doesn’t match, mannerisms too relaxed for such a pompous kind of party. He counts seven all together.
One of them looks just like Seungbo. Which is even stranger than the people with no faces, because Seungbo is still next to him, still holding his hand.
Stranger yet, one of them looks like Sungho himself.
***
aka; Mujin and Dann infiltrate one of King Louis’ lavish parties, which is most definitely full of real actual people. 100%.
In his furs, Ivan almost blends in with the white and blue and the darkness of the castle, frozen, part of the throne itself, except his hair and the crown he wears, both blacker than night, dark enough to absorb what little light exists here.
The king opens his eyes as if he’d been asleep until now. His eyes are such a pale blue they’re almost white. Icy and sharp.
That’s not the king Jihun was expecting. “Yoosung?”
***
aka; Jihun is looking for his friend, and finds him. well... sort of.
dont worry !! i did find your insta but was too nervous to dm you there,, so i went for anon here instead. i hope it’s okay to talk to you like this 🫣
the unforgettable fic will hopefully be a maknae line fic (if the actual fic doesn’t stray away from what i’ve drafted so far) !! very excited to work on that more as soon as uni gives me some more breathing space
i am also writing a t4t xiho fic in which dongju is slowly figuring out his gender, it’s as much a character study as it’s a ship fic and i’m hoping to finish that soon 🫶 the boys !!
i keep having unforgettable on repeat,, i saw the boys live last week and they’re even better live. what.
i hope you have a good day/night, whatever time it is for you right now :D
anon 🌻
I wish my notifs were better but!! yes that is totally understandable tbh, as annoying as the notifs from tumblr are (like I didn't get notifs for either of these messages I'm sorryyyy 😭) I do like that it's easier for people to stay anonymous if they wish! using external apps on twt and insta for anon messages doesn't sound ideal to me sufjskd
so yes tldr I'm totally fine with talking to you like this!! 🫶
I love the little snippet you sent 😭 would love to read more if u ever want to share!! also omg I'm so happy for you!! they're SO amazing live, I'm like on the edge of my seat waiting for more tour dates sjfhskdk I wanna see them so bad 🫠
I hope you also have a lovely day or night or whatever time it is!!
hELLO here i am again because i'm writing the xiho fic and slightly insecure about if this is xiho enough,, so. uhm.
“Oh,” she says. “I have a lunch planned with Keonhee tomorrow.”
Seoho nods. “It has been on our shared agenda for weeks, Ju. Don’t tell me you’re actually the oldest in this relationship and that you’re already suffering from dementia.”
“Sorry old man. I just wanted to ask if you have any good gossip to tell him so he won’t start messing with things that are meant to be my business alone,” she says.
“You mean you don’t want to explain why there are constant bite marks on my arm,” Seoho deadpans.
Dongju makes a face at him. “I meant that I actually plan on dumping you at the pet store. You never know how much money people would be willing to pay for a human-sized squirrel who also insults them while they’re being perfectly nice to him.”
Seoho grins. “At least I’m priceless.”
anon (insert sunflower emote that i don't have on desktop)
omggggggg this is so cute I love the banter!! 😭 I wish there was a way to reply to anon messages more directly but !! yes omg I love them 🥹
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