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-love letters
-matchups
-moodboards
-prompts:
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- the Minor Trio
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***In this blog, Unknown, Ray, Suit Saeran, GE Saeran and SE Saeran are all different people, as in DID.
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A/N: My part in a writing trade with @marshmallowprotection !
Usually, I wouldnât have posted this, but it became a full blown fic, so, enjoy! Nothing but pure fluff, I swear!
Word Count: 1.6K
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The smell of cookies hung thick in the air. Chocolate chip and sugar. The countertops were covered in bowls, measuring cups, and clouds of flour. Eliza stood in the middle of it all, humming to herself as she tossed together the ingredients for a third batch of cookies, gingerbread this time.
Occasionally, she glanced towards the living room and hallway of the penthouse. When Jumin had left that morning, Bora was in her room. And out of everyone, Jumin had called Eliza to come, to make sure that the kid didnât spend the entire day locked up in her room.
âIf anyone can assure her that itâs safe,â he had said, glancing at the door in nervous concern. âItâs you. She trusts you the most, I think.â
âI donât think she trusts me the most,â Eliza had sighed. âFrankly, I doubt she trusts any of us much. Sheâs just scared, and she just needs some time.â
âI knowâŠâ he sighed again, fidgeting. âIâm just- Just worried, thatâs all. And the last time you came over, she left her room to get your cookies from the fridge, so thatâs a start. Do you think you could make some more?â
She laughed at that, setting her hands on her hips. âFirst youâre fidgeting, and now youâre asking me to bake? Jumin, honey, do you even know who youâre talking to?â
He smiled, albeit weakly, and she set a hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile.
âOf course I will. And donât worry, I promise youâre doing great.â
Well, it was noon now. Half the day gone- Technically only three or four hours since Bora mustâve been up, but she hadnât said a word. Eliza bit her lip, leaning over to peer into the hallway better.
Would it come across as pushy if she asked Bora to come out? She was concerned, but maybe it would be rushing the kid too much.. Or maybe she could lure Bora out with cookies. There were certainly enough to do so.
â..Miss Eliza?â
Eliza yelped, spinning around with a gasp. âOh! Bora! Hello! I didnât- Didnt hear you come in! I thought-â She looked towards the hallway, then turned back to Bora, a relieved smile blooming on her face. âBut never mind that, Iâm really glad that you came out! I was thinking about calling for you, actually!â
Bora blinked, looked down, then back up, offering Eliza a tentative half smile. âOh⊠Well, um, Iâm sorry for worrying you.. But I smelled the cookies and, um,â
âYes?â
âI was wondering.. if I could have a couple?â
Elizaâs smile brightened, clapping her hands. âOf course you can! How many do you want?â
Bora visibly straightened, smile widening a bit. âOh! Um, just one please!â
âYou sure? I have two kinds- Sugar and chocolate chip!â
âYou do?â Bora shuffled forward, peeking at the fresh cookies with a bit of awe. âWell, um, then can I- Can I have two, please?â
âSure thing!â Eliza beamed, grabbing a plate and setting it on the counter. âWhich one do you want?â
âIs there a difference?â The girl blinked, peering a little closer at the cookies.
âWell, the taste wonât really change, but the texture kinda does!â Eliza mused. âRisk really likes the cookies on the edge of the rack, because they usually get a bit crispier, but I like the ones in the middle because theyâre a little softer!â
Bora squinted, then nodded. âI see! Then⊠Could I have one middle chocolate chip? And⊠one outer sugar, please?â
Eliza smiled, reaching over to grab the cookies, then paused. If she gave them to Bora, there was a good chance that she might take the cookies back to her room, or to the living room. And then go straight back to her room. And that just wasnât healthy.
So she drew her hand back, turning to Bora. âActually, could I ask something of you?â
Bora tensed, immediately fidgeting with her sweater. âIâm sorry- You just said- I thought I could choose- Iâm sorry-â
âWhat? Oh no, no, donât worry!â Eliza yelped. âThe cookies arenât a problem at all! Of course you can have them, I definitely have enough for you to have any you want! Itâs just-â She paused, wringing her hands almost guiltily. âIf I give them to you, youâll probably go back to your room? And thatâs not- Bad, per se, but, um.. I was hoping to see you around the penthouse?â
Bora blinked, eyes wide, as if the thought of anyone wanting her around was absolutely foreign. She blinked again, lips moving slowly, repeating Elizaâs words silently, then shook her head a little. âO-oh⊠Um, o-okayâŠâ
âOf course, if you donât want to- Or if youâre uncomfortable-â Eliza started, but Boraâs head snapped up, eyes wide.
âNo, no, I want to!â
A pause, then Eliza smiled again, bright and giddy. âReally? Iâm glad! I was thinking you could help me with this batch- itâs gingerbread- then afterwards, you could have your cookies?â
Bora nodded slowly, smile soft and bright. âYeah.. that sounds good. But, um, I donât know how to bake?â
âOh, donât worry! Thereâs not much too it, I can teach you!â
Bora nodded again, straightening up. âIâd like that, Miss Eliza. Thank you!â
âOf course,â Eliza smiled. âNow, can you grab that sack of flour? And the measuring cups!â
It took a good half hour to make the last batch of cookies. Bora was attentive and quick to learn, eyes shining as she went through the steps of the art of baking. Most of the time was spent humming, then once Eliza selected a playlist, singing- on Elizaâs part, while Bora giggled and watched her twirl around.
And then, they slid the tray in the oven, Bora humming softly, Eliza whispering the song lyrics with a smile. And the clean up went quick; Both were good and used to it, and the kitchen was spotless as the timer dinged.
âOh!â Bora yelped. She looked at Eliza, then back at the oven. âTheyâre done! Can I take them out, please?â
âGo on ahead!â Eliza smiled. She grabbed the broom from Bora. âI got the rest, just be careful, okay?â
âOkay!â
Bora set the tray on the countertop, eyes wide, then put away the oven mitts. She peered at the cookies, brow furrowing. âUm⊠Miss Eliza? Do they look okay?â
âWell, what do you think?â Eliza asked, walking over.
âWell⊠A little⊠thick?â Bora whispered.
Eliza looked over, tilting her head. âThey look great to me!â
âReally?â
âYes, really! And even if it did come out a little thick, theyâre still gonna be delicious. And thereâs always next time if you want them to be thinner.â she smiled.
Bora looked up at her, hesitating. âReally..? Even if theyâre too thick?â
âEven if theyâre too thick.â Eliza nodded, then looked back at the cookies. âNow letâs give âem a second to cool, okay? Then weâll feast like queens!â
That earned a tiny snort, and Bora smiled a little, nodding. âOkay.. If you say so, Miss Eliza!â
The cookies were delicious, of course. Eliza brought a plate into the living room, and the two sat on the couch, nibbling away at all three batches. They didnât talk, and that was alright, because Bora was smiling. Faint, eyes crinkled as she reached for a gingerbread cookie, inspecting it, smile widening, and taking a decisive bite.
âGood?â Eliza grinned.
The girl nodded happily, taking another bite. âGood. And.. thank you for letting me help you. I had a really good time today.â
âAnd I was more than happy to have such a wonderful helper!â She smiled back. âYouâre a great listener, and you pick up things super quick! Iâm impressed!â
Bora ducked her head, flushing at the sudden compliment. âO-oh, um, thank you- But Iâm not really-â
âYou are.â
She flushed again, peeking at Eliza with a shy smile. â..thank you, Miss Eliza. Youâre a great teacher.â
âAw, thank you!â
The door opened then, and Jumin came in. Bora sat up straighter, and Eliza looked up with a frown. âJumin? Hey, what are you doing back so early? Thought you got off in the evening?â
âNormally, yes, but my last two meetings were cancelled,â He let out a breath, looking back at her. âDid- Oh, Bora.â Jumin smiled, putting his coat away. âYouâre out of your room; Iâm glad to see you.â
âThank you,â She whispered. âIâm- Im sorry- That I worried you.â
âNothing to be sorry about,â he dismissed. âI understand that moving to a larger house like this can be overwhelming?â
Bora paused, then nodded slowly. âUm⊠yeah. Iâm just- Um, not used to it⊠But Iâm grateful!â
âI know, donât worry,â Jumin nodded. He smiled at her, and she nodded, relaxing somewhat.
There was a pause, and Jumin looked at the table. âAh, you were baking, Eliza?â
âNot just me,â she grinned, nodding at Bora. âGuess who made the gingerbread?â
Bora shook her head, but was unable to keep the smile from her face. âI couldnât have done it without your instruction-â
âOh, donât sell yourself short!â Eliza laughed. âAll I did was read the instructions aloud; You did all the work!â
Bora smiled shyly, wiggling a little with pride. âI guess I did..â
Jumin smiled, looking between the two, then nodding at the cookies. âDo you mind if I have one?â
âOh- No, course not!â Bora blinked. She watched Jumin bite into a gingerbread cookie, anxiety overtaking her face again. âUm⊠is it good?â
âVery,â he nodded. âYouâre quite good at baking.â
âO-oh, thanks,â she flushed, looking away. âBut- It was mostly beginner's luck.. But, um, thank you!â
There was a moment of quiet, then Eliza stood, grabbing her jacket. âWell.. I better head out! Morganâs gonna FaceTime us soon, Jumin, so best get situated.â
âOf course,â He nodded. âSee you tomorrow?â
âYep!â Eliza looked down at Bora, smiling. âSee you tomorrow, Bora?â
âOh- Yeah, that sounds good!â Bora smiled back. âSee you!â
I love the coloring and posing of this!! The lighting is soft, I can almost see the wall of screens behind them. AND SHES GOT HIS JACKET ON I LOVE THAT!!!
Thank you for participating!!!
-Mod Jess
God I absolutely adore your art style! The colors, the lighting, the way you draw his tattoo is absolutely lovely!!
Well, every day, every moment was a dream, but mornings had a special sort of softness to them.
Early mornings, when the sun was up and shining through your blinds. The soft comforter bunched around you and your boyfriend, listening to his soft breathing and contented sighs when you stroked his bleached hair. The birds would chirp, and you would lean over and open the blinds, letting the sunlight into your world.
Or early early mornings, when the sun was just rising in the sky. A small spot of white in the haze of silvery clouds. These werenât as peaceful, no. Sometimes Saeran had nightmares, and you would hold him gently, letting him breathe and repeating softly that he was safe. And sometimes, it was the other way around, and you curled into his chest, and he held you, murmuring gentle assurances into your hair.
Other mornings were late, the sun shining high in the sky, and Saeran chuckling, armed with a sweet smile and breakfast. These mornings were filled with laughter, dotting syrup onto his nose, or gasping in faux betrayal when he swiped a bit of food from your plate.
Of course, not all mornings were slow. Sometimes there were the busy ones, rushing to your job, Saeran pulling you in for a soft kiss and âI love youâ. But even when the mornings were hectic, there was always a moment of calm as he touched your face and smiled.
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A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.
A breathy demand: âKiss meâ - and what the other person does to respond.
An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.
Throwing their arms around the other personâs neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.
Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.
French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.
Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the otherâs hand.
A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each otherâs breaths.
A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.
Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.
Butterfly kisses against the otherâs cheeks.
A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.
A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.
One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.
Tucking their hands beneath the other personâs shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.
Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the otherâs mouth and runs away.
One person stopping a kiss to ask âDo you want to do this?â, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.
Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.
A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.
A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.
A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.
Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each otherâs hair to pull them closer.
Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.
Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other personâs ear.
Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the otherâs lap.
One person tracing the otherâs lips with a fingertip until they canât resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.
Staring at each otherâs lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.
Weak, sweaty kisses because itâs unbearably hot.
Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each otherâs lips.
A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.
An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.
Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.
An awkward kiss given after a first date.
Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.
Cleaning the other personâs lips with a lick and a kiss.
Whispering âI love youâ before a chaste, delicate kiss.
Kissing tears from the otherâs face.
A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for whatâs going on around them.
Kisses shared under an umbrella.
Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
A kiss pressed to the top of the head.
Tentative kisses given in the dark.
Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.
A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.
A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.
One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partnerâs.
Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.
A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.
Examples of our writing can be found at our mains, @slytherin1318 (Mod Jess) or @fairylightsandthings (Mod Bee). We also have sideblogs that weâve written things on, @mysticsitcom (Mod Jess, MM OCs) or @tableforonechaoscrew (Mod Bee, their OCs)
Examples of our writing can be found at our mains, @slytherin1318 (Mod Jess) or @fairylightsandthings (Mod Bee). We also have sideblogs that weâve written things on, @mysticsitcom (Mod Jess, MM OCs) or @tableforonechaoscrew (Mod Bee, their OCs)