Long time no see, I do apologize for being absent all this time! This past semester I was taking a creative writing course and that took up a lot of time and a lot of energy, but Iβm back now, better than ever, and hopefully a little improved as well!
Iβm currently writing a few different things but Iβm focused on one specifically right now, which Iβll hopefully post either before going to bed or tomorrow. Stay tuned, Iβm excited to see how yβall like it!
NOTE : This is a part of series βStray Kids as Romantic Tropes inspired from a video edit on Instagram.
This is actually for @nambamjunβ . I whipped this up yesterday because i wanted to do something for you love since itβs technically our 2 years friendiversary ! i love you, i hope you cry seeing this <3
Pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gender neutral)
Genres: mutual pining, coworkers to something more, definitely gettin steamy
Warnings: small mention of no makeup insecurity
Word Count: 3.6K+
A/N: Back to writing and I've gotta say, pretty excited for this one, and it's definitely the longest post I've written so far. I would actually really appreciate a lil feedback to see where I am with writing so please do! Always love hearing from ya, hope y'all enjoy! <3
Another day, another city, and another concert over and done with. Working as a makeup artist was your dream, no doubt about it. It was your absolute privilege to be able to do what you do for a living. These days not many people were able to say that about their passion. It didnβt mean, though, that sometimes it wasnβt a little taxing. Touring around with world renowned artists tended to do that sometimes, especially when there were multiple of them that you had to take care of. But hey, when you decided to apply as an artist for a kpop group you knew what you were getting yourself into.
Tonight, however, was one of those nights. You couldnβt wait to get back to your room and shower, change into some pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and read for an hour or so before going to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. Would you actually stop reading when you planned to?
Who knows. That was a problem for the future you to deal with.
You walked briskly down the hallway to the last room on the right hand side. It was next to the stairwell so there was a bit of noise that flowed through the wall every so often, but at this point in time you really didnβt give a damn. There was a shower in that room, with a bed, and your suitcase with your soft, warm bedtime clothing waiting for you. You swung your backpack off your shoulders and plopped it down on the floor, digging through the main compartment to get to your wallet. Any organization that you once had in that bag was gone after today, and your fingers finally found the small rectangular form nestled all the way down at the bottom. Figures.
You spoke to yourself to help urge your tired muscles to move again. Almost thereβ¦ close bag, open wallet, take out keycard, swipeβ¦ swipeβ¦ Dear lord, why isnβt it turning green??? You swiped twice more and thankfully a green light flashed, accompanied by a satisfactory click. You turned the knob and pushed the door open, not even bothering to pick your bag up, just taking it by the handle and tossing it to the lower corner of your bed. You breathed a sigh of relief and walked across the room to the large floor to ceiling windows that faced beautifully outward into the city and swiped the heavy sand colored curtains shut. First on the agenda, a nice warm shower.
As quickly as possible you stripped while mentally applauding yourself for setting up everything earlier so that you could just hop in as soon as you got back. Sometimes, past me is a genius. You didnβt even bother to put some music on your phone and turn the volume up. It would be fine staying on the bed. The running water was beckoning and you couldnβt resist happily rushing through the door, climbing in, and slowly stepping under the rush of steaming warmth that had every single muscle in your body releasing the tension they had been building up since 7am. As far as you were concerned it was pure heaven.
In hindsight, you probably should have chosen to have your phone serenade you, or even just be in the bathroom on the counter of the sink. Six times during your mini rebirth the little device vibrated loudly against the blanket of your bed, the sharp tone accompanying it ringing out for a minute and a half before stopping, just to start up again in another thirty seconds. It was then you turned the water off and messily towel dried your hair, still taking your time to bask in the glow of one of the best showers you had ever taken. Your calm mindset was pierced, however, by the sound of your ringtone, and your brows furrowed as you hurried to slip on the plush hotel bathrobe and exit the fogged room. Just as you got within arms length of your device, the noises ceased. Of course. You picked it up and turned it onβ¦
βSeven missed calls???β They were all from your managerβ¦ he never called you. Clickβ¦ redial.
The connection tone rang out once, twice, three times, βY/N!β Oh no, you were in trouble. Every muscle that had relaxed in that shower was instantly tense again.
βYes sir, Iβm so sorry I didnβt get any of your calls, I was in the shower! Is everything okay?β
He sighed. βWell, I suppose I canβt fault you for that.β You didnβt even know that you were holding one of the largest breaths in your chest until he said that. You allowed yourself to breathe. βDid you forget you had one of our memberβs phones?β Your mouth opened and your lips repeatedly mouthed obscenities over and over again as you rushed to open your bag once more.
βYes sir, of course, I do still have it, uhβ - you started to toss everything on the floor in your efforts - βokay, yes, I have it right here in my hand!β You held the phone triumphantly in front of your face.
βThank you. Iβm currently figuring out a few things for the next few days so Iβm a bit tied up. Could I just text his roommate with your room number so that he can just swing by and pick it up himself?β
You answered automatically. βYes sir! Of course!β
βAlright then. Iβll send him over. Thanks again, Y/N.β
βOf course!β You rolled your eyes at yourself, you sounded like a broken record player. βHave a good night, sir!β After hearing the click of him hanging up you took the phone away from your ear. Sighing deeply, you resigned to the fact that your reading would have to be pushed off for the time being while you waited for him to knock. βMight as well get comfortable.β You shrugged the robe off and pulled the soft pajamas over your frame before going to hang the robe back in the bathroom. Pulling the blankets back, you climbed underneath them and yanked two of the pillows behind you so that you could sit up comfortably.
And there, you waited. You sighed and picked up your phone, starting to play a game that you hadnβt touched in what seemed like weeks, but getting bored quickly and just resigning yourself to scrolling through social media. And you waited, and waited. You looked at the digital alarm clock that sat atop the nightstand next to your bed, which read 10:32 in large, neon green type. Half an hour. Half a fucking hour. At this point you might not be able to fit in any reading time at all. You looked over at your book sitting at your feet and were tempted to just take it in hand and dive in, as you were supposed to a while ago. But you knew what would happen, the same thing that happened ever since elementary school, much to the chagrin of your parents - you would get beyond sucked in to the pages and then a nuclear bomb could go off next to your head and your brain wouldnβt even register that anything had happened at all. So thatβs that. You would just have to sit there and stew in your anger.
Which you did. Another ten minutes rolled by before you heard a sudden rapping on your door. Throwing the covers aside and stomping over to the door, you tossed it open and threw a look of complete and utter exasperation at the man standing before you. βHi,β he tentatively smiled and waved for a second before putting his hand down. βWere you waiting longβ¦?β
βWaiting long?β Your eyes widened as your eyebrows shot upward. βIβve been sitting here forβ¦β how long had it been exactly anyways, βforty four minutes!β His face fell along with his shoulders.
βIβm really sorry, I was taking a shower and my muscles ached from, ya know, earlier, and I lost track of time, andβ¦β You blinked and your face straightened out, only now noticing his more than damp hair hanging in his face and comfortable clothes, made up of black sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, with slippers over his socked feet. Immediately you hastily went to backtrack from how rude you had been to him.
βNo, no, itβs okay. I, umβ¦ I did the same thing earlier when Manager Kim was trying to get a hold of me. I missed him calling like seven times, it was a whole thing.β
He perked up. βOh that must have been fun.β
βYouβre telling me.β The two of you relaxed and looked at each other for a second. On your part, what a mistake. You unknowingly let your eyes fix on his face, running over his eyes, nose, and then down to his lips. You got to see this almost every day, at least during shows and promotions. Normally his was the first face that you worked on, being ready before the other two you had to take care of, but you did try to keep it professional there. Skin tone, focus on his skin toneβ¦ Okay just a bit of this medium brown eyeshadow here, blend it out, keep blendingβ¦ Of course, you two would inevitably talk. A comment here, a question of βso howβs your morning going,β there. Youβd just have to constantly bring yourself back to work mode, you were at work, doing what your paid to doβ¦ to work. No no no donβt look into his eyes, look at his eyes. Do your work. Finally, though you would finish things up and all you had to do is take one more look, up and down. βOkay, all good!β It was almost as if you could start breathing again once you picked up your bags and moved aside to let the hair team have their turn with him. Then, as before, youβd go into work mode with the next member, although this time you wouldnβt have to try. Oh please be still, my beating heart, you would internally and sarcastically sigh to yourself. You really had to learn how to take control of that.
And yes, you really, really did. So much so that you didnβt realize your eyes had fixated on his bare face. His skin wasnβt perfect. It had itβs blemishes, some by now that you had memorized through and through. A freckle here and there, a tiny pimple that popped up on his right temple just under the hairline, some hyperpigmentation around his nose and eyes and forehead. You werenβt the only person who could see him like this but probably one of the only ones who could on the regular, even if it was only for a short period of time before you got to work. Seeing him now, though, showered and relaxed andβ¦ he was himself. Not who he had to be for the cameras, the fans, or even the other members. He was justβ¦ him. And unbeknownst to you your eyes were doing a wonderful job of taking in a long drink of his natural beauty.
That is, until you heard him clear his throat. Your eyes snapped to attention and immediately you could feel your cheeks and ears heating with the flame of a thousand suns. βSorry, um, Iβm just tired. Here,β you walked back into your room and towards the other side of your bed to grab his phone. You didnβt even hear the door shut as you sifted through the rumpled bed spread, your fingers poking around and finding that it had somehow landed between the blanket and sheet. Pulling it out you turned around sharply with your hand holding it up and bumped right into his chest. Both of you stumbled back from one another a step and blurted out apologies before falling silent, both pairs of eyes looking anywhere but at the person standing before them.
βYou okay,β he quickly asked. His voice sounded a little dry, but honestly you were just too embarrassed to really take note of it, along with the fact that his face matched yours in being as red as a sunbathing lobster in the middle of summer.
βYeah, Iβm cool, um, here,β you held the phone out in front of you for him to take, clearing your throat. At least your makeup would cover the red on your face. Wait. I TOOK A SHOWER. Your free hand went to cover the lower half of your face out of pure instinct. βOh sorry about that, I didnβt even realize-β
βYou donβt have to apologize for that.β He brought his hand up and took the phone from you, his fingers grazing yours for an instant. βYour hands are cold.β You allowed your eyes to flick up and meet his own, and you think that was a mistake considering now you canβt take them away. Itβs as if he had locked them.
βYeah they kind of get like that, itβs fine.β You tried to keep your voice steady but half way through your affirmations it betrayed you and broke down to a whisper.
βI know, they always areβ¦ when, you knowβ¦ makeup.β
You hummed, not even trusting yourself to say a simple βahβ. His hand lowered and put his phone back on your bed but you still couldnβt rip your eyes from his. Not when his hand fell back down to his side, not when he softly took one step towards you, or another, not even when you took a step backward, bumping into the nightstand. He noticed your move and stopped. βCan Iβ¦?β His voice was now no louder than halfway between a whisper and mutter. And he stayed where he was.
He stopped, because you stepped back. You felt your head slightly nodding, eyes still glued to him, even when he began moving towards you again in slow, careful steps. It somehow seemed like both an eternity and only an instant before he was standing right in front of you, close enough for you to lift your hand only a few inches and touch his side. You could feel his breath fan over your face and your eyes finally broke from his as his hands softly touched your wrists. He was so closeβ¦
βYouβre so beautiful.β Your wide eyes flew back to his face and you blinked. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and his hands lightly brushed up your arms, and as they rested on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and running his thumbs under your eyes, you felt your hands move of their own accord and grip the sided of his hoodie.
βYouβ¦β the word squeaked out and fell short, you were speechless. You couldnβt make sense of any of this in your head, confused at exactly what the hell was happening. Had you fallen asleep waiting for him to get here? That couldβve definitely happened, right? βIs this a dream?β
His eyes narrowed with a tiny smile that pulled at the corners of his lips and whispered out the word βnoβ. God, you wanted to feel them. Taste them. His face got ever so closer to yours and now it was clear that there was only one thing either one of you wanted to do, but your brain set off an alarm. You looked back into his eyes. βWe probably shouldnβtβ¦β He looked back at you.
βProbably not.β You could almost feel his lips forming those words, all you had to do was push forward less than an inch. And then-
βBecause workβ¦β you almost kicked yourself, but you didnβt even have to. Your hands betrayed your words by falling flat against his waist and resting there.
βYeahβ¦ it umβ¦β he swallowed and his tongue darted out over his lips, his hands starting to leave your face and your brain shouted out that no, thatβs not what you really wanted.
But he was an idol. Dating ban or not, work relationships could get messy. Thatβs if he wanted a relationship. What if this was all justβ¦ chemicals? Or hormones, or really just the excitement of it all. You two definitely shouldnβt.
His eyes flickered down to your lips once, twice more. He sighed heavily and all he could think of to mutter were three words.
βOh, fuck it.β
His lips were on yours. His hands moved to the back of your head and neck and they were holding your face so close it was almost crushing you, but that was nothing. That didnβt matter. It was as if he had been under water and your lips were his salvation, the first gulps of air that he needed so desperately. All of your senses were screaming and you couldnβt believe what was happening. He was kissing you. His lips were pushing and caressing at yours and you were kissing him back, your hands sliding up to land on his chest and grip his shirt to pull him closer, you needed him closer. He allowed his hands to fall and his arms circled your waist to do just that and your arms looped around his neck. You could taste his lips and feel his embrace. The smell of him seemed to envelop you, working its way into your nose through rushed inhales and intoxicating you, almost overwhelming you, as if every single nerve in your body was on fire. Flames that melted you into him and then finally consumed you until he was the only thing that remained. You barely registered as he started to turn you, your feet shuffling with his, and your lips disconnected just enough for him to lightly push you back. You allowed your body to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed with the rumpled up covers but only for an instant before slightly pushing yourself up to reconnect with his lips, as if you were addicted to their dance, and he followed you back down as he climbed onto the bed after you. His hand slid under your waist and picked you up just enough to help move you more onto the mattress as his body followed. Wherever you would have gone, he would go. In that moment he would have gone to the ends of the earth with you, but then again, he had been that way for a while now.
He had been just as hungry for this. Every early morning he would try to not stare at your masked face and imagine your lips underneath the thin fabric. He would picture them, parted slightly as you concentrated on doing your job, which you always did perfectly. Every time you touched up his makeup between sets, maybe adding something if the next outfit called for it. The adrenaline in his system from performing made him not want to care about the makeup, just drag you into his arms and tug the mask down andβ¦ He doesnβt know where he got the guts to actually kiss you. But with the way you were sucking on his lips and desperately pulling him closer, shit, heβs glad he did.
His arms were on either side of your head, caging you in, and your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling the soft strands and tugging. You heard a deep moan emanate from his chest and he kissed you harder, sliding his tongue across your lip and tilting his head as you opened your lips wider, allowing him in. As his tongue overtook yours you let out a small whimper, again, wanting to somehow be closer than you two already were. Bodies flush together, moving and complementing one another, the kisses grew more urgent, and his lips left yours, but only to trail his love down to your neck. As he let his tongue run over your skin he lightly sucked and you had to call on every single ounce of willpower you had to to quietly call out his name. He stopped and took his face away, breathing into your cheek, and you knew that he knew. He couldnβt leave any trace of this. No matter how badly he wanted to. Neither of you could. You guided his face back to you and kissed him once more, less hurried than before, and in that moment you tried to pour every single emotion that you were feeling into his lips.
Your faces grew apart and you got the guts to look into his eyes, seeing that his pupils were blown out probably just as much as yours. Your eyes fell shut and you let your head rest against the bed, trying to control your breathing. You didnβt want this to be a one time thing. You wanted it to be more than that, and more than just kisses and bodies touching. You wanted that so badly. What if he didnβt? Your lips opened and you inhaled to ask, but your breath fell short as you felt him tilt his head up and press a kiss softly to your forehead. And then slowly he shifted and placed one on your left cheek, then the right, the tip of your nose, your chin, and then one last one back to your lips. Your heart all but exploded and somehow you just knew that he felt the same way you did. That this was more than just skin deep.
βHey,β he whispered. Your eyes opened and met with his. βWeβll figure something out. Okay?β Your smile pushed to your eyes and there was only one response you could come up with.
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Without further ado, the announcement for the third ACEWRITERS event! Spanning from July 18th to August 8th, we present to you, drumroll please⦠OF KINGDOMS AND CROWNS
- If everyone was living in a far away kingdom where anything was possible, what would it be like??
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Weβve listened to tall tales about kings and queens ever since we were kids, itβs about time that we make our own~
We really cannot wait to see what our team of amazing writers whip up this time!
Genres: Greek and Roman Mythology, first meeting, strangers to friends, two witty and stubborn individuals arguing over a literal tree stump.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: This is for an ACEWRITERS event that I am absolutely thrilled to be a part of, Greco Roman Writes! Please feel free to visit the page if you have the time and check out all of the other lovely writers we have in the group along with their brilliant works! As always, comments are loved and welcomed, especially since I took one or two creative liberties with this one. I hope you enjoy ~<3
Nike is the Greek god(dess) of victory, and Victoria is the Roman goddess of the same calling. Of course they don't share the same universe... or do they? What if on a soft spring night the two would meet? Oh this is shaping up to be very interesting indeed...
There was really nothing to do. She had already run around the width of the largest island in Italy seven times. Every one of the laps felt the same, the proceeding taking just as much time as the one before it, and by the time she stopped she was only marginally out of breath, much to her great displeasure. The previous night she had counted once again how many times she could deadlift a six foot long tree trunk before growing bored (two hundred eighty three), as well as the number of pull ups she could perform from a sturdy branch before the same mental unrest met her (one hundred ninety seven). She really didn't feel like counting them again, even if it was to beat her own score.
So, no. There was, quite literally, nothing to do. This upset her very quickly. She hated having nothing to do. It got to the extent where she would almost rather there were fifteen tasks on her metaphorical plate than none, the overcrowding was almost easier to deal with than the silence. Sighing, she figured she would do what she almost always ended up doing - going to the wooded cliffs only a few miles away at the tip of Brindisi, sit against a tree, and look out over the Ionian Sea. The sun was set to rise in only few hours anyways and she never really did tire of the vibrant oranges, reds, and pinks dancing in the water's reflection.
She took her time getting there. She didn't exactly drag her feet but she didn't sprint as she normally would have. Might as well kill some time and take in the scenery. I haven't done that in a while. Ultimately she was glad she did. The spring's second bloom was in full swing and although the sun wasn't out to open up the flowering tree's petals their sweet fragrance still melded with the crisp night time air. Approaching the vista, she sensed that something was slightly off and her footsteps slowed to a halt next to a particularly large shrub. She peered around cautiously until her eyes landed on a form, seemingly human, leaning against the tree she has always claimed as her own resting place.
This alone made her eyes narrow, softly muttering, "that's my spot..."
Taking a deep breath she briskly walked on, making her way towards the offender and not even bothering to be subtle. They didn't look her way, not even when she stopped only a foot away from him. How rude. She could feel herself getting more and more petty by the second as she cocked her hip and let her arms cross loosely over her middle. She cleared her throat. No reaction. What the... oh come on... She lightly coughed. "Hello?"
The poor figure jumped and looked around frantically before meeting her eyes. "Oh my gods-" he gasped, exasperated, "-you scared me nearly half to death! You should know better than to sneak up on people like that!"
The prickle of annoyance lifted her shoulders. "Well excuse me for barging in on someone I've never met before who's sitting in my usual spot!"
"Hey this is my first time here! How was I supposed to know this is your spot?" He gestured dramatically to the ground around him.
"What should I put a sign there or something? Just nail one to the tree? Ah yes I can see it now, 'may no man, woman, or beast rest here; save for Victoria the great.' I could see that going over quite well," she huffed, the very essence of sarcasm dripping from her words as her eyes rolled once again. They settled on his face. He was actually quite attractive, now that she got a good look at him.
"So... your name is Victoria then...?" Just when I was about to let you off the hook, huh?
She sharply refocused her eyes onto his. "How do you know that?"
"You just said it...?"
"I most certainly did not!"
"Oh wow sure you caught me going off your nametag."
"Nametag??" She looked incredulously on her person for only a second before glaring at him. He didn't even have to open his mouth for her to know what he was thinking. His eyes lazily looked at her with a blank expression that said it all. Seriously? You fell for that? Sighing with a shake of her head she resigned herself to plopping down and leaning against a neighboring tree. Despite how much she wanted that spot it wasn't worth the effort, his wit was annoyingly just as sharp as hers. "Well, you know my name." He stared at her with... some other sort of expression, one she couldn't quite read. Curiosity? Recognition? It felt familiar somehow. Not just the look, something else that was so tiny she would barely even try to put her finger on it. "Yours is...?" She trailed off again.
He diverted his gaze for one or two seconds. "Yuchan."
"Yuchan?" He hummed in affirmation. She nodded her head, "good name, I like it. Took you a second to answer though, is that your birth name or one you go by?" His eyebrows rose highly.
She quickly realized the gravity of what she had asked. "Sorry if that-"
"It's just-"
They both looked at each other waiting to speak.
"You can-"
"You go-"
Small smiles crept over their faces and laughter threatened to take them both over. She reached her hand out towards him so as to say go ahead.
After a moment, "It's my own name, and it's okay that you asked."
A light and comfortable silence enveloped them. Names are a personal thing. She didn't want to outright ask but she did have a small twinge of curiosity that he picked up on by her contemplative expression. "Before I was born... people thought I was going to be a girl, so they named me Nike. It could probably have been seen as a guy's name, sure, but I never really liked it, so..." he turned his face forward to look out over the waters.
Curling her legs to her chest and loosely draping her arms around them, she slowly nodded her head again before resting her chin on her knees. "I respect that." Out of her peripherals she saw him slightly look over to her for only a second before refocusing on the view. She did the same.
Neither of them talked for quite a while. Crickets sung an aria that mixed with distantly faint rolling of water on rock, and every so often a rustle from the leaves of the trees around them dancing in the gentle breeze. It was so calm that for a few precious moments she forgot who she was, her responsibilities, and the challenges of being more than mortal. It was just her, the beautiful world, and her friend a few feet away. Friend... could she call him that? Might as well.
Unbeknownst to her, he was having almost the exact same thoughts. Or at least type of thoughts. He was glad he found this place, and even her, really. Home had been getting too much for him, his superiors only giving him more and more work to do, expecting him to be perfect all the time and be completely and unconditionally devoted to his work. There was only so much success he could give to others, though, before he would drain himself completely. That was something they didn't seem to understand. So, he stormed out, and somehow found his way to that spot. Wherever this spot even is, anyways.
This turned out to calm him down much more than he thought it would, and despite bolting from everything to be alone, the company was nice.
Meanwhile, the fact that her spot had been taken over for the night was completely out of the mind of the girl in question. She slowly allowed herself to be lulled into sleep, leaning more heavily against the tree and her fingers relaxing their grip on each other from around her legs. As unconsciousness settled around her like a heavy blanket he stole a quick glance at her relaxed figure. The corners of his lips turned upward and his eyes softened before looking back away. Exhaling softly, he knew he should get back, but he decided to stay for just a little longer. Just until the sun starts to peak over the horizon. Then I'll go.
But not yet, for now, he would stay there, in that spot, and with that girl.
A new friend.
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Summary: A quiet, calm night turns a bit more heated after Seyoonβs distracted patterns makes her feel heated.
A/N: This is a story that both admins wrote. Lio wrote the first half and Ju took over and wrote the ending!
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It was late night in the city of Seoul. It was nearly midnight and most everyone was out enjoying the beginning of their weekend on a Friday night. Most couples were out drinking or out at a fancy restaurant. That wasn't the case for Seyoon and I. We didn't usually go for night outs and opted instead for night in's. We enjoyed just having each other's company in the quiet of our tall apartment. The world felt quiet when it was just him and I.
Tonight was a usual night in. We even enjoyed just basking in each other's company as we sat on the bed. I laid on his chest as we cuddled together, the lights off, the only light illuminating the room were the city lights that displayed the night life of Seoul on a Friday night.
Sometimes we would talk, but tonight we were both content with just resting in each others arms. Seyoon's hand ran up and down my back, occasionally stopping to draw a pattern, waiting for me to guess it before moving on. I was tracing lines between the freckles of his exposed skin, connecting them just to reconnect them backwards.
I tense slightly when Seyoon's hand traces across my lower back, the skin there more sensitive. He traces a slow pattern, his touch making my body heat up. He stops his movements, waiting for my answer, but I was too distracted to pay much attention.
I study his face, trying to gain a hint of some kind. All he does is stare back at me with a warm smile. My eyes reach his lips as I stare at them and take my guess.
"Lips." I state more than question. Seyoon shakes his head as his teeth peek from behind his lips.
"Lips feel like this." He tells me as he goes back to tracing a pattern on my lower back, my concentration faltering again.
A silence befalls us as he waits for an answer, but he never gets one. I use my hands to push myself closer to him, pressing my lips against his. He hums deep from his throat as his hand lays fully on my lower back, pressing my hips against his stomach. I place my hands beside his head to leverage myself above him, my chest lifting from his body, but my stomach and lower half still against him.
The kiss was slow, but heated as Seyoon pokes his tongue out to meet mine as lays his tongue flat on top of mine. I moan into his mouth before pulling away quickly. I bring my lips to the side of his face, kissing his freckles next to his ear.
As I reach his nose I bite it gently where his freckle sat. He lets out a low whine as I do, making my stomach ignite.
βWhat a nice little sound, I think Iβll bite there again.β I tease as I trail my lips down to his neck. "Or should I try here.β
I bite the skin between his neck and jaw, tugging it slightly, making him let out a mix between a whine and a moan.
I let his skin snap back into place before gently kissing it before moving down further on his neck, βWhat about here?β I breath against him, resting my tongue on his collar bone.
Seyoon letβs out a shaky breath, his chest deflating quickly from my administration. His hand on my lower back tightens as he pushes me back against the bed, his hand sliding up my shirt as he did so.
His nose brushes mine as he whispers, βTell me, do you make a sound if I go here.β He says as his teeth bite my jaw.
I small whine escapes my lips, making Seyoon smile against my neck. βWhat if I do this?β He asks, bringing his lips to my neck to roughly kiss it, sucking on the skin there.
I let out a choked moan as his kiss deepens on my neck, his teeth pulling at the skin harshly, making me hold onto his shoulders as I let out several deep breaths.
Seyoon brings his head away from my neck slowly, a stinging sensation burning my skin once his lips left mine.
Seyoonβs eyes wander down my body, landing on where his hand was still on my lower back. He smirks as he pulls my shirt up slightly, cold air hitting my stomach, making me suck in a breath.
His breath fans over my hip bones as he whispers, βWhat sound do you make here?β He whispers before harshly biting the skin on my hip bones, immediately causing me to moan.
Seyoon continues to kiss and rub my hip bones, occasionally biting them or deeply kissing them, making me let out a sound every time.
I say his name between strangled breaths, making him raise his head and look at me through dark eyes.
βUse your words, honeybee.β He says, rubbing up my rib cage.
βPlease, just kiss me.β I beg, my breaking rapid, making him smile.
His lips are inches from mine before he whispers, βItβs your turn to make me moan.β
Genres: established relationship, spicy/suggestive
Warnings: marking (hickeys), slightly possessive, some language near the end
Word Count: 866
A/N: no sleep + comeback teaser photos + online friends = whatever this turned out to be. Oooohhhh @junquisite honeyyyyyy~ ;)
For you and Park Junhee, tonight was a very rare occasion that with his increasingly busy schedule could only happen once in a blue moon - it was date night.
Not that anything extravagant was in order, your relationship is way past the honeymoon phase filled with grand gestures, wining and dining. Now it was walks in the park, maybe with coffees in hand depending on the time, getting some street food and talking to your hearts content about everything you can't during schedules. Although you two still contacted each other a lot there was always a surprising amount to discuss. Of course, though, the days were only so long. Those days lead into dark nights, which would inevitably get even later. Ever the gentleman he would walk you home, and every single time you would stand there as if you were actually entertaining the concept of simply saying goodnight, but instead you would ask if he wanted to come in. "Only for a little bit," you would say, glancing pointedly at him with slightly raised eyebrows. He would chuckle and nod.
It was obvious where that invitation would always lead, and tonight was by no means an exception. Your legs on either side of his hips, his hands running over your waist and your back, sometimes threading through your hair. It had been only a few minutes but his lips were already swollen and more pink than their usual blush hue. You pulled away for a short second and rested your forehead against his, letting him give you a quick peck before stopping to breathe and looking into your eyes. His pupils were blown out to the point where the black and otherwise deep brown almost blended together. You couldn't resist letting yourself kiss him again, and again, and again, your hand shifting up to cup his cheek.
This was unusual. He was normally the one to be on top of you, and even when he wasn't he was the one setting the pace and calling the shots. This time around he was following your lead. You wondered...
He always liked giving you hickeys. Not many, just a few here and there, sometimes in place where they could be easily hidden and sometimes not so much. That all depended on his mood. You didn't really know that there was a pattern to that until one night after your escapades had finished. You were admiring the tiny blue blotches in the mirror when he came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and joining you in the admiration of his work. "Hmmm..."
You glanced at him in the reflection. "What?"
He made eye contact for a second and shrugged. "You're mine." He saw your look that prompted him to explain further. "If anyone sees those, they'll know you're spoken for. The more obvious they are the more I want them to see it."
"And... if I cover them up...? I mean, I have to for work."
Eye contact again, and this time he held it accompanied with a small smirk. "Well... You'll still know they're there."
You looked down as a red flush crept up your cheeks. He had a point.
And that point was exactly what came to mind the moment he released a moan into your lips. You hesitated but only for a moment before you started to trail your kisses towards his jawline, below his ear, and then down the column of his neck. You could hear shaky breaths leaving his mouth which hung slightly open, and if you had taken even a split second to spare a glance you would have seen how his eyes were heavily shut. He didn't even realize that he was subconsciously tilting his head up to grant you more access. Or he might have and was just too blissed out to care. In this state all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips lightly sucking against his skin. He didn't expect you to find his sweet spot so soon, though, and graced you with something that made your insides all but explode: a small, breathy, high pitched whimper.
Holy shit.
You had never heard him make that sound before, or really anything even remotely like it. But god damn if it wasn't one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard. Suddenly you found a mission that superseded all previous. Get him to do it again.
Your sucking became a little harsher and you nibbled on the skin that pulled between your teeth, knowing full well that it would turn color in only a second. You let your mind flicker for an instant to the poor makeup artists who would have to deal with this in the coming days but oh god he was whimpering again. You could feel his hands tightening around you and his fingers digging into your skin as those heavenly noises fell from his lips, and suddenly you completely understood what he said that night.
When you were done with this he would know it. His bandmates, the staff members, everyone would know.
rules: you're in a cheesy kdrama love story (or fanfic)
β your most recent saved idol is the lead who you end up with β your second most recent is the second lead who never stood a chance β your third is your best friend β your fourth is your arch nemesis who wants your downfall β the most recent song you listened to is the ost played at the end of every episode β your most recent meme summarises how it all goes !
first lead π / who i end up with! (lmao yeonjun crying rn huh)
second lead π/ who never stood a chance (NO JAE WKDJDKRJ BYE)
my bestie <3 (screams in dabin simp...okay ig π also does he even count as an idol...???)
my arch nemesis </3 (LMAOSJDOE TAE TAE πβπΌ he prays on my downfall I see...)
ost played during the end (christian my beloved <3)
most recent memeπ§π½ββοΈ(ugly dog <3)
tagging: @bloom-bloom-pow @leemika @yoongimooni (sorry if you already did it π₯Ί)
Aaaaah I could finally do something like this π Thank you @we-called-monsta-for-a-reason for the tag ππ
your most recent saved idol is the lead who you end up with: KB (oh hell yeah πππ bring it on pretty boi)
your second most recent is the second lead who never stood a chance: Yoojung (I am so sorry honey π₯Ί)
your third is your best friend: I will ride or die with this man, Minchan ππππ
your fourth is your arch nemesis who wants your downfall: *gasps in tiny* INTAK nooooo π look at this baby! HE WILL HARM NO ONE!
the most recent song you listened to is the ost played at the end of every episode: This drama is depressing... wow
your most recent meme summarises how it all goes: ????
I basically became rich together with Kyubin and it's a happy ending? The Money Money Yongseung Card has granted me good fortune πππ
Tagging: @junquisite (hello twinny πππ) @hyunubear (i'm curious what Monsta X drama you'll have hahaha) @emeraldbabygirl (πππ) @kingleedo (otome men allowed hahahaha π)
your most recent saved idol is the lead who you end up with :
Wookjin..not even surprised at this point
your second most recent is the second lead who never stood a chance :
Rie.. I am so sorry baby
your third is your best friend :
Park junhee : he's perfect!
your fourth is your arch nemesis who wants your downfall :
YOOJUNG NOOOOO...
the most recent song you listened to is the ost played at the end of every episode :
I mean..idk what this implies but it's an intense romantic drama.. darkish.. I LOVE IT.
your most recent meme summarises how it all goes: the problem is I'm not a meme saving person. Do not ask me why do I have this. But I think this means it goes well...?
Am I getting ready for a date?? What does this even mean..
Genres: Flufffff so much fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint, established relationship
Warnings: small mention of insecurity (birthmarks)
Word Count: 981
A/N: I saw a tweet (by the lovely @lilbunnykin) saying "yeosang would blush super hard if u kissed his little eye birthmark", and it was one of those things where once the thought was in my head there was no getting it out until I wrote it out, so ta-da here it is! And letβs be honest here, who isnβt soft for Yeosang and his birthmark? Exactly! As always, comments and (constructive) criticisms are always welcome, I hope you enjoy ~<3
You didn't quite know how long the two of you had been laying there. It was late, the lights in the small bedroom off with only the sound of the occasional passing car to break the silence hanging in the air. It wasn't uncomfortable, however. It was the type of silence where you could tell that he was thinking about you, and he could probably tell that you were thinking about him. Then, every once in a while one of you would pull the other closer. As if there was any space between your bodies to begin with. Clothed bodies, mind you. It wasn't that type of night.
As soon as you had snuck your way into his apartment the cuddle party started, along with talking, laughing, and smiling so much that your cheeks ached. Nights like these were precious to you and your boyfriend, especially considering you were lucky if they happened once a month. No one was to blame. You were busy with your full time position in the job of your dreams, and Kang Yeosang was an idol. Ateez had been growing increasingly popular and considering the time since they debuted it was incredible that they already had this kind of recognition. While you were absolutely ecstatic for him and the others who were living their own dreams it did make it a little difficult to figure out when gaps could be taken advantage of for some well deserved quality time, one on one.
You would always make the best of it, though. The time you could spend together, albeit rare, was precious. And although public dates weren't really an option (a decision made by the two of you together) you never minded being indoors. Pillow forts, movie nights, little floor picnics with a blanket spread beneath you and a board game in progress while you eat delivery food that you take turns paying for. There would always be something and it seemed like whenever you thought it was impossible to love him any more than you already did, OOP, look at that, he just proved you wrong yet again.
This was one of those times. The talking and laughing had died down a bit ago and now it was just you laying on your back with Yeosang happily in your arms. Your fingers were brushing through his hair, every once in a while twirling the strands around so that there would be a bit of a tug when your fingers would pull through. You would feel him smile into your neck and push closer into you. This, of course, would only make you pull him closer as well, but it didn't seem like he minded one bit. You certainly didn't. As uncomfortable as you two might have looked, limbs crossed together, the blankets and sheets tangled haphazardly around your bodies, the two of you were in complete and utter bliss.
Your fingers had moved from the back of his head and were now occupied with the longer locks framing his face, brushing through them and tucking what you could of the now smooth strands behind his ear. Looking down only slightly so as not to disturb him you regarded him in your sight, taking in every line and curve of his face. You had already memorized them by now but hey what harm could it do to go over everything once, twice more...? Exactly, none! So stare you did. Your eyes traced from his hair to his shoulders, his jaw, lips, nose, eyes. You let your gaze linger around there, falling onto his birthmark. In the dark ambiance lit only with the moonlight filtering in through the window it was far from obvious, but your eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago and you could make out the outline of two tiny patches, one closer to his temple and cheekbone and the other expanding from the outer corner of his eye. For a while he was self conscious about it, especially when he was going into the industry. Luckily, once his group's fanbase discovered it they soon fawned over it. Over time seeing them accept him and love him even more for this precious and unique trait gave him confidence, and he wasn't really ashamed of it anymore. Didn't go out of his way to make sure it was completely covered up. This made you insanely happy, as you were almost certain he could tell. He knew you had always loved him and his birthmarks, but you still liked to remind him every once in a while.
You continued threading through his hair for one more moment before you let the back of your fingers softly run over the side of his face. You let your palm cup his face and your thumb lightly brushed against his cheekbone, and you shifted your head to look down and gave a tiny kiss to the little marks. One for the larger mark - peck - one for next to his eye - peck - and then one more on the side of his forehead, this one lasting a little longer than the previous two. You felt him smile against your chest and move his head to bury his face into your neck, once again snuggling closer into you, only this time making a tiny noise of contentment while doing so. Your heart soared and you wrapped your arms around his body, resting your cheek on his head and allowing your hands to draw mindless shapes on his back.
You decided that now was an appropriate time to break the long silence, only for a few seconds.
"I love you," were the only three words you spoke, with barely enough sound, just enough so that he could hear it without popping the bubble that had formed around the two of you. And being just as quiet, he responded simply.
