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[skzdreamer13]

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[skzdreamer13]

I Found the World In Your Arms

Is this how I expected to return from an unintentional hiatus? No lol. But I am happy to be back with this short little drabble ♡

Pairing ~ Hyunjin x Felix Word Count ~ about 500 Content Info ~ Cozy cuddly fluff ♡ Cozy little drabble, it's very subtle casual Hyunlix

“Ugh I’m exhausted.” Hyunjin announced loudly and slightly whiny as he dropped his bag with a thud and pulled off his sneakers by pushing his toes against the heel until the shoe unelegantly fell off his foot. He further stumbled into the apartment, his footsteps heavy with each drag of his body until he reached the sofa and plopped down face first.

His head landed next to Felix’s thigh; who had been sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone when Hyunjin made his dramatic entrance. A soft bassy chuckle escaped Felix’s plump lips as he put his phone down on his free side before gently putting his closest hand on the back of Hyunjin's head. His fluffy slightly damp long hair cushion under his palm and he started to softly move his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair. Hyunjin groaned softly, the sofa muffling the sound as he scooted up and twisted his body to put the side of his head in Felix’s lap.

“Practice go okay at least?” Felix asked, looking down in his lap at the man that had now taken up residence there. Hyunjin’s eyes were closed as he melted into Felix’s legs as small soft fingers of the boy he loved carded through his long dark strands.

“Yeah, I gotta get this move down though. It’s giving me a hard time. Thought I’d take a break and go back later.” Hyunjin's voice is soft and absentminded, like his mind is elsewhere. Felix knows how hard of a worker Hyunjin is, everyone does really. It’d be insane to think anything otherwise when he shows the blood, sweat and tears he puts into his dance. Every movement practiced – down to the simple contractions of muscle. But it also makes Felix’s heart ache that Hyunjin would kill himself for perfection. But Felix would too, they’re the same in that way.

“Rest for now, you can worry about it later. It’ll be good for you to take a break, let the movement settle in your body first.” Felix says, his voice a soft breeze lulling Hyunjin to sleep in tandem with the way his fingers are gently pressing, massaging into his head. His ministrations pause briefly as he bends over to press a gentle lingering kiss to Hyunjin’s temple.

“Mmm you’re right. Maybe… a snack will… be good.” Hyunjin’s voice is barely above a whisper now, slight pauses between his words as he actively tries to fight the wave of tiredness that falls over him. Felix knows a small nap isn’t going to kill him so he keeps rubbing at Hyunjin's skull, the warmth seeping from him into Felix’s body. Hyunjin's body is slowly, subconsciously getting heavier and heavier, his legs coming up closer to his body, like a cat curling up into Felix’s lap.

“Yeah you can have a snack later, my love.” Felix says, softly and soothingly, his hands having moved to instead smooth the long strands down, almost petting Hyunjin’s head. And just like that the responses stop and Hyunjin’s breathing becomes even and heavy. Felix looks down at the bigger man in his lap and can’t help but admire his gorgeous features; the way he looks in complete peace when sleep takes him. There is nowhere else Felix would rather be.

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Part of the STAYBLR SKZ-OURAN EVENT

EVENT GUIDELINES

PROMPT

Organizing the school café is no challenge for Hyunjin and Changbin, but when their coffee beans vanish the morning of the event, their skills are put to the test.

follow this post and check the comments to communicate with your club!

[himmelsstern]

Hyunjin stared into the box where the coffee beans were supposed to be, but which was completely empty.

“Please tell me we’ve just forgotten to refill the beans.”

Changbin looked at him, puzzled.

“I only just refilled them yesterday.”

@shipwithnocaptain

[shipwithnocaptain]

"I bet those menaces Seungmin & Felix swiped them overnight to make sure they'd have extra, how in the world do you burn coffee?!" Changbin exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Who knows how, they haven't exactly had the best track record when it comes to cooking," Hyunjin laughed, "let me go run down to the store and get some more, we don't have time to pick fights with those two."

"Okay, but make sure to get the right blend! Last time we got the cheap stuff Tamaki threw a fit." Hyunjin simply waved Bin off as he left for the corner store down the street.

@fxnxychxld your turn!!

[seosexual]

As he made his way out of the cafe, he noticed the other clubs start arriving and setting up, more specifically, Minho and Jisung.

“Hey!” he called over while approaching them, “By chance are you guys missing anything from your stock?”

The pair looked at each other before looking back at Changbin. “Why?” Minho started, staring at him with suspicion, “you guys plotting?”

@himmelsstern

[himmelsstern]

Before Hyunjin could reply, Felix appeared and pushed past him, exclaiming frantically, “Out of the way, coffee emergency!”

At the last moment, Hyunjin grabbed his wrist and held him back.

“Why, weren’t our beans enough?” he asked with a smile, but Felix looked at him, completely confused.

“What do you mean, ‘your beans’? Someone’s stolen our beans and I’ve been sent to get more!”

@shipwithnocaptain your turn again

[shipwithnocaptain]

Hyunjin blinked confusedly, "Huh? You mean you & Seungmin didn't swipe them?"

"Of course not! Why would we need yours when we have our own?" Felix pouted. "But we noticed they went missing this morning while we were setting up!"

Minho interjected, "Come to think of it, Jisung did mention something about it earlier too..."

@skzdreamer13 tag!

[skzdreamer13]

"wait, you mean to tell me we all had our coffee stolen?" Hyunjins eyes narrow, thinking this is all one big prank.

"Well duh! We have no reason to steal your coffee! We drink different brands!" Felix defends, offended to be accused of theft.

"Okay but we're missing the point! Who took our coffee!?" Jisung butts in from Minho's side.

@fxnxychxld Tag!

[seosexual]

“You know who we haven’t asked?” Changbin speaks up looking around at the group, Hyunjin sighs over the entire ordeal.

“The Teacup club has been suspiciously quiet…..but shouldn’t we just solve the issue before figuring out the ‘who done it?’” Minho eyes the group, still in suspicion.

Changbin glances around the group, then back towards where the teacup club is setting up in the cafe. “Be right back.”

@himmelsstern your turn!

[himmelsstern]

Chan looked at Changbin with a warm smile as he approached him and Jeongin.

Changbin doubted that either of them had actually been involved in the bean robbery.

Jeongin looked as though he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and Chan was far too honest and conscientious to risk the reputation of other clubs with a prank like that.

But perhaps they’d ended up in the same situation as all the others.

@shipwithnocaptain your turn :)

[shipwithnocaptain]

"Hey uhhh you guys are still getting set up for the event, right?" Changbin inquired.

"Yeah mate, I've been looking forward to it all week!" Chan giggled excitedly, "I spent all last night looking up 87 different designs for latte art."

Bin could hear the collective groans and facepalms behind him, but pressed on.

"That's great and all, Channie-hyung, but have you noticed something missing from your setup?"

Both members of the dimple dorm looked at him confusedly, only just realizing suddenly that something was amiss.

@skzdreamer13 hihi, your turn again! <3

[skzdreamer13]

"I swear you guys are oblivious." Changbin says under his breath and has to refrain from physically face palming.

"What are we missing?" Jeongin asks innocently.

"Coffee! All of the clubs coffee beans are gone! Do you have beans?" Changbin let's out exasperatedly.

@straykids4lifeee your turn love!♡

[straykids4lifeee]

“CHAN HYUNG!!! I TOLD YOU TO CHECK LAST NIGHT!!!!!”screamed jeongin in the utmost panic

Changbin just shook his head. Of course this happens.

“But…but i DID check? They were there last night when i checked at 8 right before curfew.”

Huh. Now the real question is…..what is Actually going on?!?!??

@fxnxychxld Your turnnnn(again lolz)

[seosexual]

They’re running out of time, coffee needs to get started, pastries need to be put on display and they only have two hours before it’s time to be opened.

Hyunjin joined the three and grabs Changbin, “We need to go to the store now, they can worry about their own inventory.”

Changbin yelled out as he was getting dragged away, “I will figure this out! Watch yourselves!”

Seungmin yelled out from the main group, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

@himmelsstern tag you’re it!

[himmelsstern]

Fortunately, there was still plenty of their brand of coffee beans in stock, whilst a panicked Felix stood in front of an empty shelf.

“Oh God, we’re screwed, ” he muttered, and Hyunjin hurried to pat him on the back comfortingly.

“There’s another shop a few streets away that has your brand – why don’t you just get some from there?”

“I’ll never make it back in time for the event to start,” he said, and Hyunjin exchanged a glance with Changbin, who sighed theatrically a few seconds later.

@skzdreamer13 your turn :)

[skzdreamer13]

Hyunjin turned dramatically rolling his sleeves up as he started to jog towards the entrance he yelled back at Changbin and Felix who were absolutely confused where he'd left them. "Go get the coffee started bin! Im gonna get lix's coffee, im fastest!"

As the watched him disappear out of the shop Felix helped Changbin grab as much coffee as they could carry over to the register and pay, they even grabbed some for Minho's And Chris' clubs. Can't have a host club with no coffee!

@shipwithnocaptain passing the baton love!

[shipwithnocaptain]

Meanwhile back at the host club, a line was already starting to form for the event, the excitement of the eager patrons making the hosts nervous.

Jisung fiddled with his rings nervously while glancing at the clock, "Hyung, do you think they'll make it back in time?"

"I'm sure they will bug, we've got everything else ready so once they come back it shouldn't take long." Minho stilled his hands with his own, shooting him a fond gaze for comfort.

Just then, Chan noticed a sticky note tied to the wall next to one of the coffee machines. Maybe a clue leading to the missing beans whereabouts?

@fxnxychxld back to you! <3

[seosexual]

The sticky note looked like it had a recipe scribbled across it. mixed coffee blends, vanilla extract, coconut extract, sugar cubes, haz-

“Whatcha got there?” Minho peers over his shoulder.

Chan glances at him and hands it to him, “An unfinished recipe, I think? Look what’s crossed out,” he says while pointing at the list.

“Mixed coffee blends.”

@straykids4lifeee tag you’re it :)

[straykids4lifeee]

“Huh….i wonder what its for….”chan says as they both stare at the note….

“Wait i don’t know that but hyung….the handwriting…doesn’t it look kinda familiar to you?” Minho asks.

“Yea but whose is it…..OH WAIT lets just go to the classroom and look at the notebooks everyone submitted yesterday and compare the handwriting!”

Minho crosses his arms against his chest…. “Im not sure if we sh-OH”he screams in suprise as chan drags him towards the classroom

@himmelstern ur next :)

[himmelsstern]

"Has everyone lost their minds now?" Changbin wondered to himself as he watched Chan storm off, dragging a sullen-looking Minho behind him.

Han and Jeongin, too, watched the pair walk away in horror.

Now only the Rose Club were still in full attendance, and Changbin really hoped that at least Hyunjin would be back in time.

He and his bloody crush on Felix were bound to get him into trouble at some point, and Changbin had no problem with being that trouble if Hyunjin didn’t turn up within the next five minutes.

Changbin’s gaze drifted back to the door behind which Chan and Minho had disappeared.

He’d love to know exactly what the two of them were up to.

@skzdreamer13 have fun :)

[skzdreamer13]

A few minutes later, but less than five, Hyunjin busts through the door, bags in hand, sweat beading his forehead softly panting. "I got the goods!" He yelled breathlessly into the room.

Seungmin walked over and took the bag from him, handed him a paper towel to dry his sweat off and Hyunjin gladly accepted it as Seungmin nodded and walked away with the beans to go complete the final but most important piece of the event.

"My hero." Felix says in a cheesy voice but lands a soft kiss on Hyunjin's cheek and giggles before walking back to help Seungmin leaving Hyunjin a blushy sweaty mess in his wake.

"Hey! Lover boy, help out!" Changbin says while setting up silverware, they are behind schedule and its time to focus before doors open.

But where are Chris and Minho??

@shipwithnocaptain all you love!

[stayblrofficial]

Part of the STAYBLR SKZ-OURAN EVENT

EVENT GUIDELINES

PROMPT

Organizing the school café is no challenge for Hyunjin and Changbin, but when their coffee beans vanish the morning of the event, their skills are put to the test.

follow this post and check the comments to communicate with your club!

[himmelsstern]

Hyunjin stared into the box where the coffee beans were supposed to be, but which was completely empty.

“Please tell me we’ve just forgotten to refill the beans.”

Changbin looked at him, puzzled.

“I only just refilled them yesterday.”

@shipwithnocaptain

[shipwithnocaptain]

"I bet those menaces Seungmin & Felix swiped them overnight to make sure they'd have extra, how in the world do you burn coffee?!" Changbin exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Who knows how, they haven't exactly had the best track record when it comes to cooking," Hyunjin laughed, "let me go run down to the store and get some more, we don't have time to pick fights with those two."

"Okay, but make sure to get the right blend! Last time we got the cheap stuff Tamaki threw a fit." Hyunjin simply waved Bin off as he left for the corner store down the street.

@fxnxychxld your turn!!

[seosexual]

As he made his way out of the cafe, he noticed the other clubs start arriving and setting up, more specifically, Minho and Jisung.

“Hey!” he called over while approaching them, “By chance are you guys missing anything from your stock?”

The pair looked at each other before looking back at Changbin. “Why?” Minho started, staring at him with suspicion, “you guys plotting?”

@himmelsstern

[himmelsstern]

Before Hyunjin could reply, Felix appeared and pushed past him, exclaiming frantically, “Out of the way, coffee emergency!”

At the last moment, Hyunjin grabbed his wrist and held him back.

“Why, weren’t our beans enough?” he asked with a smile, but Felix looked at him, completely confused.

“What do you mean, ‘your beans’? Someone’s stolen our beans and I’ve been sent to get more!”

@shipwithnocaptain your turn again

[shipwithnocaptain]

Hyunjin blinked confusedly, "Huh? You mean you & Seungmin didn't swipe them?"

"Of course not! Why would we need yours when we have our own?" Felix pouted. "But we noticed they went missing this morning while we were setting up!"

Minho interjected, "Come to think of it, Jisung did mention something about it earlier too..."

@skzdreamer13 tag!

[skzdreamer13]

"wait, you mean to tell me we all had our coffee stolen?" Hyunjins eyes narrow, thinking this is all one big prank.

"Well duh! We have no reason to steal your coffee! We drink different brands!" Felix defends, offended to be accused of theft.

"Okay but we're missing the point! Who took our coffee!?" Jisung butts in from Minho's side.

@fxnxychxld Tag!

[seosexual]

“You know who we haven’t asked?” Changbin speaks up looking around at the group, Hyunjin sighs over the entire ordeal.

“The Teacup club has been suspiciously quiet…..but shouldn’t we just solve the issue before figuring out the ‘who done it?’” Minho eyes the group, still in suspicion.

Changbin glances around the group, then back towards where the teacup club is setting up in the cafe. “Be right back.”

@himmelsstern your turn!

[himmelsstern]

Chan looked at Changbin with a warm smile as he approached him and Jeongin.

Changbin doubted that either of them had actually been involved in the bean robbery.

Jeongin looked as though he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and Chan was far too honest and conscientious to risk the reputation of other clubs with a prank like that.

But perhaps they’d ended up in the same situation as all the others.

@shipwithnocaptain your turn :)

[shipwithnocaptain]

"Hey uhhh you guys are still getting set up for the event, right?" Changbin inquired.

"Yeah mate, I've been looking forward to it all week!" Chan giggled excitedly, "I spent all last night looking up 87 different designs for latte art."

Bin could hear the collective groans and facepalms behind him, but pressed on.

"That's great and all, Channie-hyung, but have you noticed something missing from your setup?"

Both members of the dimple dorm looked at him confusedly, only just realizing suddenly that something was amiss.

@skzdreamer13 hihi, your turn again! <3

[skzdreamer13]

"I swear you guys are oblivious." Changbin says under his breath and has to refrain from physically face palming.

"What are we missing?" Jeongin asks innocently.

"Coffee! All of the clubs coffee beans are gone! Do you have beans?" Changbin let's out exasperatedly.

@straykids4lifeee your turn love!♡

[straykids4lifeee]

“CHAN HYUNG!!! I TOLD YOU TO CHECK LAST NIGHT!!!!!”screamed jeongin in the utmost panic

Changbin just shook his head. Of course this happens.

“But…but i DID check? They were there last night when i checked at 8 right before curfew.”

Huh. Now the real question is…..what is Actually going on?!?!??

@fxnxychxld Your turnnnn(again lolz)

[seosexual]

They’re running out of time, coffee needs to get started, pastries need to be put on display and they only have two hours before it’s time to be opened.

Hyunjin joined the three and grabs Changbin, “We need to go to the store now, they can worry about their own inventory.”

Changbin yelled out as he was getting dragged away, “I will figure this out! Watch yourselves!”

Seungmin yelled out from the main group, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

@himmelsstern tag you’re it!

[himmelsstern]

Fortunately, there was still plenty of their brand of coffee beans in stock, whilst a panicked Felix stood in front of an empty shelf.

“Oh God, we’re screwed, ” he muttered, and Hyunjin hurried to pat him on the back comfortingly.

“There’s another shop a few streets away that has your brand – why don’t you just get some from there?”

“I’ll never make it back in time for the event to start,” he said, and Hyunjin exchanged a glance with Changbin, who sighed theatrically a few seconds later.

@skzdreamer13 your turn :)

[skzdreamer13]

Hyunjin turned dramatically rolling his sleeves up as he started to jog towards the entrance he yelled back at Changbin and Felix who were absolutely confused where he'd left them. "Go get the coffee started bin! Im gonna get lix's coffee, im fastest!"

As the watched him disappear out of the shop Felix helped Changbin grab as much coffee as they could carry over to the register and pay, they even grabbed some for Minho's And Chris' clubs. Can't have a host club with no coffee!

@shipwithnocaptain passing the baton love!

[stayblrofficial]

Part of the STAYBLR SKZ-OURAN EVENT

EVENT GUIDELINES

PROMPT

Organizing the school café is no challenge for Hyunjin and Changbin, but when their coffee beans vanish the morning of the event, their skills are put to the test.

follow this post and check the comments to communicate with your club!

[himmelsstern]

Hyunjin stared into the box where the coffee beans were supposed to be, but which was completely empty.

“Please tell me we’ve just forgotten to refill the beans.”

Changbin looked at him, puzzled.

“I only just refilled them yesterday.”

@shipwithnocaptain

[shipwithnocaptain]

"I bet those menaces Seungmin & Felix swiped them overnight to make sure they'd have extra, how in the world do you burn coffee?!" Changbin exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Who knows how, they haven't exactly had the best track record when it comes to cooking," Hyunjin laughed, "let me go run down to the store and get some more, we don't have time to pick fights with those two."

"Okay, but make sure to get the right blend! Last time we got the cheap stuff Tamaki threw a fit." Hyunjin simply waved Bin off as he left for the corner store down the street.

@fxnxychxld your turn!!

[seosexual]

As he made his way out of the cafe, he noticed the other clubs start arriving and setting up, more specifically, Minho and Jisung.

“Hey!” he called over while approaching them, “By chance are you guys missing anything from your stock?”

The pair looked at each other before looking back at Changbin. “Why?” Minho started, staring at him with suspicion, “you guys plotting?”

@himmelsstern

[himmelsstern]

Before Hyunjin could reply, Felix appeared and pushed past him, exclaiming frantically, “Out of the way, coffee emergency!”

At the last moment, Hyunjin grabbed his wrist and held him back.

“Why, weren’t our beans enough?” he asked with a smile, but Felix looked at him, completely confused.

“What do you mean, ‘your beans’? Someone’s stolen our beans and I’ve been sent to get more!”

@shipwithnocaptain your turn again

[shipwithnocaptain]

Hyunjin blinked confusedly, "Huh? You mean you & Seungmin didn't swipe them?"

"Of course not! Why would we need yours when we have our own?" Felix pouted. "But we noticed they went missing this morning while we were setting up!"

Minho interjected, "Come to think of it, Jisung did mention something about it earlier too..."

@skzdreamer13 tag!

[skzdreamer13]

"wait, you mean to tell me we all had our coffee stolen?" Hyunjins eyes narrow, thinking this is all one big prank.

"Well duh! We have no reason to steal your coffee! We drink different brands!" Felix defends, offended to be accused of theft.

"Okay but we're missing the point! Who took our coffee!?" Jisung butts in from Minho's side.

@fxnxychxld Tag!

[seosexual]

“You know who we haven’t asked?” Changbin speaks up looking around at the group, Hyunjin sighs over the entire ordeal.

“The Teacup club has been suspiciously quiet…..but shouldn’t we just solve the issue before figuring out the ‘who done it?’” Minho eyes the group, still in suspicion.

Changbin glances around the group, then back towards where the teacup club is setting up in the cafe. “Be right back.”

@himmelsstern your turn!

[himmelsstern]

Chan looked at Changbin with a warm smile as he approached him and Jeongin.

Changbin doubted that either of them had actually been involved in the bean robbery.

Jeongin looked as though he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and Chan was far too honest and conscientious to risk the reputation of other clubs with a prank like that.

But perhaps they’d ended up in the same situation as all the others.

@shipwithnocaptain your turn :)

[shipwithnocaptain]

"Hey uhhh you guys are still getting set up for the event, right?" Changbin inquired.

"Yeah mate, I've been looking forward to it all week!" Chan giggled excitedly, "I spent all last night looking up 87 different designs for latte art."

Bin could hear the collective groans and facepalms behind him, but pressed on.

"That's great and all, Channie-hyung, but have you noticed something missing from your setup?"

Both members of the dimple dorm looked at him confusedly, only just realizing suddenly that something was amiss.

@skzdreamer13 hihi, your turn again! <3

[skzdreamer13]

"I swear you guys are oblivious." Changbin says under his breath and has to refrain from physically face palming.

"What are we missing?" Jeongin asks innocently.

"Coffee! All of the clubs coffee beans are gone! Do you have beans?" Changbin let's out exasperatedly.

@straykids4lifeee your turn love!♡

[stayblrofficial]

Part of the STAYBLR SKZ-OURAN EVENT

EVENT GUIDELINES

PROMPT

Organizing the school café is no challenge for Hyunjin and Changbin, but when their coffee beans vanish the morning of the event, their skills are put to the test.

follow this post and check the comments to communicate with your club!

[himmelsstern]

Hyunjin stared into the box where the coffee beans were supposed to be, but which was completely empty.

“Please tell me we’ve just forgotten to refill the beans.”

Changbin looked at him, puzzled.

“I only just refilled them yesterday.”

@shipwithnocaptain

[shipwithnocaptain]

"I bet those menaces Seungmin & Felix swiped them overnight to make sure they'd have extra, how in the world do you burn coffee?!" Changbin exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Who knows how, they haven't exactly had the best track record when it comes to cooking," Hyunjin laughed, "let me go run down to the store and get some more, we don't have time to pick fights with those two."

"Okay, but make sure to get the right blend! Last time we got the cheap stuff Tamaki threw a fit." Hyunjin simply waved Bin off as he left for the corner store down the street.

@fxnxychxld your turn!!

[seosexual]

As he made his way out of the cafe, he noticed the other clubs start arriving and setting up, more specifically, Minho and Jisung.

“Hey!” he called over while approaching them, “By chance are you guys missing anything from your stock?”

The pair looked at each other before looking back at Changbin. “Why?” Minho started, staring at him with suspicion, “you guys plotting?”

@himmelsstern

[himmelsstern]

Before Hyunjin could reply, Felix appeared and pushed past him, exclaiming frantically, “Out of the way, coffee emergency!”

At the last moment, Hyunjin grabbed his wrist and held him back.

“Why, weren’t our beans enough?” he asked with a smile, but Felix looked at him, completely confused.

“What do you mean, ‘your beans’? Someone’s stolen our beans and I’ve been sent to get more!”

@shipwithnocaptain your turn again

[shipwithnocaptain]

Hyunjin blinked confusedly, "Huh? You mean you & Seungmin didn't swipe them?"

"Of course not! Why would we need yours when we have our own?" Felix pouted. "But we noticed they went missing this morning while we were setting up!"

Minho interjected, "Come to think of it, Jisung did mention something about it earlier too..."

@skzdreamer13 tag!

[skzdreamer13]

"wait, you mean to tell me we all had our coffee stolen?" Hyunjins eyes narrow, thinking this is all one big prank.

"Well duh! We have no reason to steal your coffee! We drink different brands!" Felix defends, offended to be accused of theft.

"Okay but we're missing the point! Who took our coffee!?" Jisung butts in from Minho's side.

@fxnxychxld Tag!

[hyunchans]

hyunjin :: domino @ gov ball 2026

[intrikatie]

For @skzdreamer13 my wife!

[skzdreamer13]

You've blessed me my love 🫠

Gosh isn’t he just perfect 😌

[intrikatie]

Haven't said anything here for a hot minute.

FUCK AI!

Screaming that was a good use of my time.

[skzdreamer13]

My Heart

I've been sitting on this for a bit but felt I was finally happy enough to post. Didn't think my first post back would be an almost one minute 'I love Hyunjin' edit but here we are lmao. Inspiration strikes where it may.

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Hyunjin x OC(Sarah) Apocalypse AU

Synopsis: The world has collapsed and is ravaged by disease and Sarah has lost everyone she loves and knows. She is left alone in the city with nothing but the infected and silence around her to keep her company. After 8 months of going at it alone she decides maybe it is time to put herself out her misery. Maybe her mind can be changed, though she hasn't seen another person since the start, until now.

Chapter 1 ~ Savior

Chapter 2 ~ Peace

Chapter 3 ~ Haven

Chapter 4 ~ Smoke & Glass

Chapter 5 ~ Fear

Chapter 6 ~ Granite

Chapter 7 ~ Coming Soon!

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Between Ice & Desire

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Genre: One-Shot

Pairing: Idol Hyunjin x Fem!reader

TW: 18+, MDNI, Explicit sexual content, Rough/aggressive sexual content (but not too rough), Relationship conflict, Toxic relationship dynamics

WC: 4088

Synopsis: Hyunjin takes Y/N on a romantic trip to Iceland to make her fall in love again. Will his efforts pay off, or is she too far gone?

AN: Ya’ll I edited this one myself sooo.. sorry in advance. Also, I cannot TELL you how many times I deleted and re-wrote this story. @skzdreamer13 I finally finished that Hyunjin fic I told you about. Feel free to criticize me in my comments or DM, Emo Homie. I had a vision in my head but for some reason I couldn’t get the indifference in Y/n and the desperation in Hyunjin to come through in words like I wanted to. Grrr..

Hyunjins POV

The cold Icelandic air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the car, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was her—Y/N—standing there with her eyes wide, taking in the otherworldly landscape of lava fields and steam rising from the earth. The Blue Lagoon Retreat stretched before us, secluded and perfect, exactly what I'd planned for.

"Hyunjin, this is..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, I saw a flash of the girl I fell in love with three years ago. The one who looked at me like I hung the stars. But it faded too quickly.

"I know you've always wanted to come here," I said, reaching for her hand. She let me take it, but her fingers felt limp in mine. No squeeze back. No warmth. Just... there.The weight in my chest grew heavier.

We checked into our private suite, and I watched as she explored the space, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking our own secluded lagoon, the luxurious bed, the volcanic rock walls. My camera hung around my neck, ready to capture everything, but she moved through the room like a ghost. Beautiful, untouchable.

When did we become strangers? The thought sliced through me, sharp and unwelcome.

I knew when. I knew exactly when.

Her birthday. I'd been stuck in the studio, recording until 4 AM. I'd sent flowers, sent messages, but I hadn't been there. And our anniversary—God, our three-year anniversary—I'd been on a plane to Japan, another schedule I couldn't control.

She'd said it was okay. She always said it was okay. But the distance between us now told a different story.

"Let's go to the lagoon," I suggested, desperate to break through whatever wall had built up between us. She nodded, disappearing into the bathroom to change. When she use to shamelessly change right in front of me.

When she emerged in her swimsuit, my breath caught. She was devastating, curves I'd memorized with my hands, skin I'd kissed every inch of, eyes that used to burn with want when she looked at me. Now those eyes just... looked. Flat. Distant.

The private lagoon was perfect—milky blue water, steam rising into the crisp air, complete isolation. I sank into the warm water and watched her lower herself in across from me. Too far away.

"Come here," I said softly.

She hesitated. Actually hesitated. That hurt more than I wanted to admit.

But she moved closer, stopping just within arm's reach. Not close enough. I didn't pull her the rest of the way. I wanted to, but I could see the careful distance she was maintaining, and I wasn't going to push.

"The water's nice," she said, her tone polite. Neutral.

"Yeah," I replied, watching her. "I thought you'd like it here."

"It's beautiful." She looked around at the landscape, anywhere but at me.

I tried again. "I've missed this. Being with you."

"We're here now," she said simply, no emotion in her voice.

The words felt hollow, and I knew what she really meant: You're trying too hard. Or maybe It's too late. I couldn't tell anymore.

"I know I haven't been around," I continued, desperate to break through whatever wall she'd built. "But I want to change that. I want to do better."

She was quiet for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the steam rising from the water. "Okay."

Just... okay. Not "I believe you" or "I want that too." Just acknowledgment that I'd spoken.

I stayed where I was, giving her space even though every fiber of my being wanted to close the distance between us. We sat in the lagoon for another twenty minutes, the silence stretching between us like an ocean. I tried to make conversation—pointing out the landscape, asking about her work, anything—but her responses were short. Polite. Distant.

When we finally returned to the suite, the tension followed us like a shadow.

"Shower?" I suggested, and she nodded, disappearing into the bathroom without a word.

I waited my turn, giving her all the space she needed. The bathroom was all volcanic stone and modern luxury, the rainfall shower large enough for two. But she'd closed the door firmly behind her, and I got the message.

When she emerged twenty minutes later, wrapped in a plush robe with her hair damp, she looked more at ease—but only because she was alone.

"Your turn," she said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes.

I showered quickly, the warm water doing nothing to wash away the ache in my chest. When I came out, she was already in the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"I'm starving," I said, trying to inject some lightness into my voice. "Want to order room service? We could try the local food."

"Sure," she said, setting her phone aside.

I grabbed the leather-bound menu, settling onto the bed next to her. She glanced at the menu when I held it out, pointing to the Icelandic lamb without much enthusiasm.

"That sounds good," I agreed. "I'll get the Arctic char too, so we can share. And skyr for dessert?"

"Fine." She hummed softly with a light shrug of her shoulders.

I placed the order, then tried to fill the silence with talk about tomorrow's plans—Þingvellir, Gullfoss, the Northern Lights. She listened, nodded in the right places, but offered little in return. It felt like talking to a stranger who was being polite out of obligation.

The food arrived thirty minutes later. The lamb was incredible, the char perfectly cooked, but I could barely taste any of it. I watched her eat, hoping to see some spark of joy, some sign that she was actually here with me and not just going through the motions.

"This is really good," I offered.

"Mm-hmm," she agreed, taking another bite.

I tried the skyr, the creamy Icelandic yogurt topped with wild berries. "Want to try some?"

"I'm okay, thanks." She mumbled softly.

When I slid under the covers, I stayed on my side of the bed. She did the same on hers, the space between us feeling like miles.

I wanted to reach for her. To pull her close, to feel her warmth against me like I used to. But I could sense her walls, tall and impenetrable, and I knew that pushing would only make things worse.

"Goodnight," I said softly into the darkness.

"Goodnight," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

She didn't move closer. Didn't reach for me. Just lay there on her side of the bed, her breathing eventually evening out into sleep while I stared at the ceiling.

The weight in my chest, the one that had been suffocating me for weeks, grew heavier. I'd brought her here hoping to fix things, to show her that I could change, that we were worth fighting for. But she seemed so indifferent to it all, so detached.

Tomorrow I would take her to see the waterfalls and the Northern Lights. Tomorrow night I had a reservation at that expensive restaurant. And somewhere in my luggage sat a small box with a ring inside—a ring that suddenly felt like the most foolish purchase I'd ever made.

But I had three days. Three days to prove that I could be the man she needed. That I could show up, be present, fight for us.

Even if she didn't seem to care anymore.

I fell asleep alone, despite sharing a bed with the woman I loved, praying that somehow, someway, I could break through to her before it was too late.

I woke before her, watching the soft morning light illuminate her peaceful face. She stirred eventually, her eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," she murmured sleepily.

"Morning, beautiful. How'd you sleep?" I said back to her.

"Better than I have in months," she admitted.

"Good. Get dressed warm—we're going exploring," I said as I was getting out of bed.

An hour later, we were driving through otherworldly black lava fields and jagged mountains. We spent the day visiting Þingvellir National Park, standing between two continental plates, then Gullfoss waterfall, where the spray misted our faces, and Geysir to watch boiling water shoot into the air. She laughed and held my hand, slightly more present than yesterday.

This was my Y/N, the one I'd fallen in love with.

The afternoon was spent at a secluded hot spring. As the sun began its early descent, the sky started to shift.

"We should head back," I said reluctantly. "Dinner reservation is at seven." From my spot on a large rock, my eyes found her. Y/N sat a few feet away, eyes closed, looking peaceful. She lifted her head to meet my gaze and gave me a nod.

Back at the retreat, I watched her get ready. She'd brought a dress that was deep emerald green that hugged her curves and made her skin glow. Her hair was swept up in a loose twist with soft pieces of hair falling around her face. She was so gorgeous, I forgot how to fucking function.

But we never made it to dinner…

I'd had every intention of taking her to the exclusive restaurant, of watching her face light up over the seven-course tasting menu I'd carefully arranged. But as we got ready in our suite, something shifted. Or rather, something didn't shift—and that was the problem.

She was polite. Agreeable. Going through the motions of getting dressed, of putting on makeup, of playing the part of my girlfriend on this romantic getaway. But there was that barrier between us, invisible but solid as steel, and I could feel it with every passing second.

"You look beautiful," I said as she emerged from the bathroom in that emerald dress, and she did. Breathtaking. But her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Thank you." Flat. Distant. Like she was thanking a stranger for holding a door open.

Something snapped inside me.

"Are we really going to do this?" The words came out sharper than I intended, but I was done pretending everything was fine.

She paused, her hand on her clutch. "Do what?"

"This." I gestured between us. "Act like everything's okay. Like we're just a normal couple on a normal trip."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Her tone was carefully neutral, which somehow made it worse. "You brought me here to fix things, didn't you?"

"I brought you here because I love you," I said, my voice rising. "Because I'm fighting for us. But I can't do this alone, Y/N."

"I'm here, aren't I?" She turned to face me fully now, and I could see the first crack in her armor. "I got on a plane. I came to Iceland. What more do you want, Hyunjin?"

"I want you!" The words exploded out of me. "Not this... this hollow version who's just going through the motions. I want the woman who used to look at me like I mattered. Who laughed at my stupid jokes and fell asleep on my chest and actually felt something when I touched her."

Her jaw tightened. "You don't get to do this."

"Do what?" I questioned.

"Act like I'm the one who broke us!" Her voice was rising now, that careful control starting to fracture. "You disappeared, Hyunjin. For months. You chose your career over and over again, and I understood. I really did, but understanding doesn't make it hurt less."

"So what, you're just done? You've checked out completely?" I took a step toward her. "Because that's what it feels like. Like you've already given up."

"Maybe I have." The words hit me hard, but then she kept going, her voice breaking. "Maybe I had to, to protect myself. Because loving you when you're never there, when I'm always second to everything else—it's killing me."

"You think it's not killing me too?!" I was right in front of her now, close enough to see the tears gathering in her eyes. "You think I don't know I fucked up? That I haven't been losing my mind these past three months watching you slip away?"

"Then why didn't you fight sooner?!" she demanded, and a tear finally spilled over. "Why did it take me pulling away for you to notice?"

"Because I'm an idiot," I said roughly. "Because I thought—I don't know what I thought. That you'd always be there. That we were strong enough to weather anything. But I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

She was crying openly now, and so was I, months of hurt and fear and desperation pouring out between us.

"I don't know how to do this anymore," she whispered. "How to let you in when I know you're just going to leave again."

"I'm not leaving." I reached for her face, cupping it gently even as my hands shook. "Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever, if you'll let me stay."

"Hyunjin—" she said as she tried to pull away from me, but I held her there.

"I love you." My voice cracked. "I love you so much it terrifies me. And I know I don't deserve another chance, but I'm begging you. Please. Let me prove that you're my priority. That you always were, even when I was too stupid to show it."

She stared at me, her breathing ragged, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know... I don't—"

Instead of allowing her to continue, I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to me roughly, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks. I crashed my lips onto hers with a violence that bordered on punishment—for her, for me, for everything we'd broken.

The kiss was desperate, angry, full of three months of longing and hurt and need that had festered into something darker. She kissed me back just as fiercely, almost savagely, her hands fisting in my black shirt and pulling me closer like she wanted to hurt me as much as she wanted me. My fingers tore through her carefully styled hair, sending pins scattering across the floor as it fell messily around her shoulders. I backed her toward the bed, our mouths never breaking contact, teeth clashing, lips bruising.

"I hate you," she gasped against my mouth, her voice dripping with venom even as her hands worked frantically at my shirt buttons, tearing one clean off in her desperation.

"I know," I breathed, my voice rough. "I hate me too." I kept walking us backward until her legs hit the bed hard enough to make her stumble. "I hate what I did to us. What I turned you into."

"You don't get to just—" She broke off with a sharp gasp as I kissed down her neck aggressively, teeth grazing skin, finding that spot below her ear that always made her weak. "—to just show up with grand gestures and think you can fuck your way back into my heart—"

"I don't think anything," I said roughly, my hands finding the zipper of her dress and yanking it down with enough force that the sound echoed in the quiet room. In my haste, my fingers caught on the delicate strap, and I heard the soft tear of fabric as it ripped clean from the bodice. "I'm just praying you'll forgive me. And if you won't..." My voice dropped to something almost dangerous. "Then at least let me make you feel something other than this emptiness."

The dress pooled at her feet. My shirt hit the floor. And then we were falling onto the bed together, a tangle of desperate hands and broken promises and three months of distance finally, violently shattering.

"I missed you," I groaned against her skin, my mouth trailing down her collarbone, leaving marks I knew would bruise. "God, I missed you so much it felt like hell."

"I missed you too," she admitted, her voice wrecked and trembling. "I hate that I missed you. I hate that even after everything, I still want you this much."

I captured her mouth again, pouring everything I couldn't say into the kiss. Every apology, every promise, every desperate plea for her to stay. Heat radiated between us, my body aching with need as I pressed against her, the friction of denim against her bare skin making her gasp into my mouth. My hips ground against her, settling between her spread thighs, and I felt her wetness through the thin fabric of her underwear, making me groan. She responded with equal intensity, her body arching into mine like she was trying to crawl inside my skin, her hands mapping my body with an urgency that felt almost violent.

"Tell me you're mine," I demanded, my voice ragged and dark as I hovered over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "Tell me I haven't lost you completely."

Her eyes were dark, dilated, still wet with tears that made them gleam in the low light. Her chest heaved beneath me, skin flushed and breasts pressing against my chest with every intake of breath. "I don't know if I can." The honesty in her voice was devastating.

The admission broke something fundamental in me, something that had been barely holding together. "Then let me remind you," I said, my voice dropping to something almost threatening. My free hand traced down her throat, feeling her pulse racing. "Let me remind you exactly who you belong to."

I released her just long enough to shed my pants and boxers, my cock painfully hard and straining against nothing, pulsing with desperate need, practically begging and aching to be enveloped by her warmth. I moved back toward the bed, feeling Y/N's eyes tracking every movement I made, her gaze intense and hungry as she watched me. In one swift, aggressive motion, I gripped the delicate fabric of her thin panties and ripped them clean off her body, the sound of tearing material filling the quiet room. My hands found her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I gripped them firmly and spread her wide open for me, exposing everything.

I groaned at the sight of her as I placed myself between her legs and rubbed the length of my cock slowly through her slick folds.

I had to pause, had to force myself to take a steadying breath and maintain some semblance of control over my body. I hadn't been touched by her or felt her wrapped around me in what felt like an eternity of months, and the reality of finally having her again was almost overwhelming—taking my time was absolutely crucial if I wanted this to last.

Once I was positioned over her again, leaning down with my weight supported on my forearms, Y/N's hands and mouth were immediately on me, desperate and demanding. I felt the sharp sting of her teeth sinking into the muscle of my shoulder, hard enough to break skin, causing me to hiss out sharply in a mixture of pain and dark pleasure.

I let her. I welcomed it. I deserved every mark, every scratch, every bite.

I kept teasing her, rolling my hips against hers, rubbing the length of my cock through her slick folds.

"Hyunjin," she gasped, her fingers fisting in my hair and pulling hard enough to make my scalp burn. Her body arched and moved with mine. "Please—"

"Please what?" I needed to hear her say it, needed to hear her voice break with want instead of pain. My fingers traced patterns on her heated skin, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake. "Use your words, baby." My lips lightly trailed down her neck, nipping at her delicate skin.

"Please don't stop." Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her temples, mingling with the moisture beading on her skin. "Don't leave me again. Don't make me feel this much and then disappear."

"Never," I swore as I moved my lips back up to hers, the word coming out almost like a growl. I could taste her tears, feel her breath hot against my mouth. "I swear to God, never again."

I finally gave in, unable to take it anymore. I moved onto my knees, gripping her hips and pulling her toward me as I slid inside her, drawing a loud gasp from her lips. My movements were violent and desperate—fucking her hard, relentlessly. The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies slick and sliding together. She cried out my name, her body trembling and arching beneath mine, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin—overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, by how much I needed this, needed her.

"I love you," I choked out, the words ragged and broken. "I love you, I love you, I love you." I chanted it over and over—a confession, like the only truth I had left.

"I love you too," she sobbed, her arms wrapping tight around me, nails digging into my shoulders. "I never stopped."

We moved together like we had the need to brand ourselves into each other's skin so deeply that leaving would be impossible. The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, gasps and moans and whispered names. She matched me touch for touch, kiss for kiss, bite for bite, until we were both shaking and crying and so close to completely falling apart.

"Look at me," I commanded roughly, my hand coming up to grip her jaw and force her eyes to mine. "I'm with you. Nothing else matters. No one else exists."

She kissed me deeply in response, tasting salt from both our tears and sweat mixed with the sweetness of her mouth.

I could feel her inner walls beginning to tighten and clench around me, her body trembling, desperately begging to cum. "That's it, baby," I moaned, my voice strained and ragged, every muscle tensing. "Let go for me, baby." I fucked her harder, deeper—relentless in my pace, making her cum all over me, her release coating my cock. All wet, messy, and perfect. I slid my fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue against them. "Suck…" I demanded just as I began to cum as well, my own release consuming me entirely.

I collapsed next to her, pulling her close, so close. We stayed like that for several long moments, our breathing slowly evening out, hearts gradually returning to normal rhythms. I held her close, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse against my skin.

Y/N's fingers traced the marks she'd left on my skin like she was cataloging the damage, her touch feather-light against the scratches and bite marks. "We missed our dinner reservation," she said quietly after a long moment, her voice hoarse, her breath warm against my chest.

"I don't care." I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing in her scent like I could make it permanent. "All I care about is you."

She was quiet for so long I thought she'd fallen asleep. Then she said, "This doesn't fix everything, you know." Her voice was small, vulnerable in a way that made my chest ache.

"I know." I tightened my hold on her, protective all at once. "But it's a start. And I'll spend every day proving to you that you come first. That you always should have. I'll destroy anything that tries to come between us."

She lifted her head to look at me, and I saw it—that flicker of hope in her eyes that I'd been desperate to see again, mixed with fear and longing.

We lay there in the quiet of the evening, the ethereal greens and blues of the Icelandic sky dancing through the windows above us, painting our tangled bodies in soft, otherworldly light. The peaceful silence wrapped around us like a blanket until I decided to break it.

"So…" I started, trying to keep my voice casual even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "Does this mean you wouldn't want the ring in my pants pocket?"

Her head snapped up so fast. Her eyes went comically wide, mouth falling open in the most adorable "o" shape as she stared at me. For a long moment, she just blinked at me—once, twice, three times—her expression cycling rapidly through shock, confusion, and disbelief, all while looking absolutely precious with her messy hair and flushed cheeks.

I couldn't help but laugh softly at her startled expression, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Is that a yes or…?"

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Genre: Hyunjin One-Shot

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!reader

WC:4022

TW: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content, Blood Play, Knife Play, Body Modification, BDSM Themes, Strong Language, Possessive/Obsessive Behavior.

AN: I know it’s no longer Valentine’s Day but I hope this is to your liking! It was actually very interesting and enjoyable to write. I haven’t written smut like this before. That’s why I waited until last to post this one. @compersian happy belated Valentine’s Day.

A Valentine's Day like no other

Hyunjin’s POV

The studio breathes with amber light, each candle flame a quiet pulse against the darkness. I've spent hours arranging them—along the windowsills, clustered on my workbench, scattered across the floor in deliberate chaos. The air is thick with melted wax and linseed oil, and underneath it all, her perfume when she arrives.

Y/n stands in the doorway, backlit and beautiful, her eyes adjusting to the dim warmth. "Hyunjin," she whispers, and my name on her lips always sounds like a prayer I don't deserve.

"Come here," I tell her, my voice lower than I intend. There's something coiled tight in my chest tonight, something I've been keeping locked away for months. Years, maybe. A hunger that has nothing to do with love and everything to do with possession.

She moves toward me, trusting, always trusting, and I wonder if she can see it in my eyes—the want that's darker than devotion.

"You're going to paint me?" she asks, a smile playing at her lips. She knows the drill. We've done this before, her body draped across my velvet chaise, my brush translating her curves into something eternal.

"Something like that," I murmur, reaching for the jars I've prepared. Not my usual oils. Something thicker. Tempera paint in shades of crimson so deep they're nearly black, pigments that cling like sin.

Her eyes follow my hands. "That's not your usual palette."

"No." I step closer, close enough that she has to tilt her head back to hold my gaze. "Tonight I want to paint on you. Not a portrait of you. You become the canvas."

Something flickers across her face—surprise, curiosity, a spark of something that might be arousal. "Okay," she says softly.

But I need more than okay. I need her to understand what she's agreeing to.

"I need you to trust me," I say, my fingers finding the curve of her jaw, tilting her face toward the candlelight. "What I want to do tonight... it's not gentle. It's not sweet. I want to mark you. Cover you. Make you mine in a way that has nothing to do with words."

Her breath catches. For a moment, silence stretches between us, taut and electric. Then she nods, and her voice comes out steady, certain. "Show me."

The word breaks something loose inside me.

I help her out of her clothes slowly, reverently, each piece of fabric falling away like a ritual. When she's bare before me, I guide her to the center of the room where I've laid down canvas drop cloths, protecting the floor but also creating our own isolated world.

"Close your eyes," I whisper.

She obeys.

I dip my fingers into the first jar—crimson like arterial blood, like crushed rose petals, like all the violent beautiful things I've ever wanted to say but couldn't. The paint is cold, and when I press my fingers to her collarbone, she gasps.

"Cold," she breathes.

"I know. Stay with me."

I drag my fingers down, slowly, watching the paint trail across her skin. Down the valley between her breasts, circling one, then the other, my touch deliberate and possessive. She trembles, and I'm not sure if it's from the cold or from something else entirely.

I paint her ribs like I'm counting them, committing each one to memory. My handprints bloom across her stomach, her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs. Each touch is a claim, a brand, a way of saying mine in a language that transcends words.

"Hyunjin," she whispers, and there's a tremor in her voice now, something needy and raw.

"I know, jagiya. I know." But I'm not done. Not even close.

I move behind her, painting the curve of her spine, the small of her back, the swell of her hips. My hands are covered in crimson now, and when I press them to her shoulders, she arches into the touch.

"You're so beautiful like this," I murmur against her ear. "Covered in me. Wearing my obsession."

She turns her head, eyes finding mine over her shoulder. "I want more."

The words snap the last thread of my restraint.

I spin her around, and this time when I touch her, there's nothing gentle about it. My paint-slicked hands roam freely, urgently, leaving crimson streaks across every inch of her skin. I press her back against the wall, and the paint transfers there too, our combined heat creating abstract art on the white plaster.

Her hands find my shirt, pulling, and soon I'm just as covered as she is, our bodies sliding together in a mess of paint and want and something too intense to name. The candlelight flickers, casting our shadows huge and monstrous on the walls, and I think distantly that this is what I've always wanted—to consume and be consumed, to blur the lines until there's no separation between artist and muse, between love and possession, between creation and destruction.

"Look at us," I rasp, turning her so she can see our reflection in the darkened window. We're covered in crimson, inhuman, transformed into living art. "This is what you do to me. This is what I've been hiding."

She meets my eyes in the reflection, and her smile is feral, matching. "Don't hide anymore."

So I don't.

I bring our paint-slicked bodies to the chaise, the velvet already stained from months of our sessions together. The familiar piece of furniture looks different tonight—sacred, somehow. Sacrificial.

"Wait here," I tell her, my voice rougher than I intend. I run my paint-covered thumb over her bottom lip, leaving a small smudge of crimson there. She looks up at me with those eyes, pupils blown wide, and I have to look away before I lose my nerve entirely.

My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. What I'm about to ask her—what I'm about to show her—this is the part of me I've kept locked away even from her. The desire that goes beyond possession, beyond marking. The hunger that has teeth.

My cock strains painfully against my black boxers as I cross to my drawing desk, each step deliberate. The box is exactly where I left it, slender and unassuming. Inside, six exacto knives, each one cleaned with surgical precision. I'd spent an hour sterilizing them, my hands steady despite the anticipation coiling in my gut. Planning this. Imagining this.

I select one, the blade catching candlelight as I turn back to her.

Y/n watches me with those big eyes—curious, lustful, trusting in a way that makes something in my chest ache even as darker urges pulse through me. I've been naked in front of her before, but tonight feels different. Revelatory. I hook my thumbs into my boxers and slide them down, my erection springing free, already leaking with want.

Her gaze drops, then drags slowly back up my body. I'm covered in deep red marks, handprints and streaks across my stomach, my chest, my thighs. My dark hair is a mess from her fingers. My lips are swollen from claiming hers again and again. And she looks at me like I'm a god and a monster all at once.

I watch her thighs press together, can see the slickness there even in the dim light. She wants this. Wants me, even the parts I haven't shown her yet.

"Sit down," I tell her, gesturing to the chaise. When I settle onto the velvet, I can feel the texture against my bare skin, paint transferring, our combined essence marking yet another surface. "Straddle me."

She obeys immediately, graceful even covered in crimson, and when she settles over my lap I can feel her heat, her wetness so close to where I'm aching for her. My free hand finds her hip, steadying her, my fingers pressing hard enough to leave new bruises beneath the paint.

"What's that for?" she asks, her voice soft, innocent, gesturing toward the exacto knife still clutched in my other hand.

I meet her eyes, and I don't hide what's in mine anymore. The hunger. The need for something more than just physical possession. I want to be inside her in ways that transcend flesh.

"For you," I say, my voice barely more than a rasp. The knife glints between us, beautiful and terrible. "I want you to mark me."

Her eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. I can feel her pulse quicken where our bodies press together, her breath coming faster.

"I want to give you control," I continue, my thumb tracing circles on her hip, feeling her tremble. "Just for this moment. I want to be inside you while you do it.”

I bring the blade up slowly, offering it to her handle-first. My cock throbs between us, so hard it's almost painful, and I can feel how wet she is, hovering just above me. The anticipation is exquisite torture.

"I want to watch you taste me," I breathe, my other hand sliding up her spine, pulling her closer. "Want to feel you ride my cock while you carve yourself into my skin. Want your tongue on the blood you draw from me. Want to know that I'm as much yours as you are mine."

Her fingers close around the handle, and the weight of the blade transfers from my hand to hers. The shift in power is immediate, electric. My breath catches.

"You understand what I'm asking?" I search her face, need and vulnerability warring in my chest. "I'm giving you permission to hurt me. To mark me. To take what you want from me while I'm buried inside you."

She tests the weight of the knife, and I watch her pupils dilate further, something dark and hungry blooming across her features that mirrors what I've been hiding.

"Where?" she asks, and her voice has changed—lower, rougher, matching the energy that's always lived in my shadows.

"Anywhere you want," I tell her, and I mean it. My chest, my shoulders, my arms—any canvas she chooses. "Just let me inside you first. I need to feel you around me when you do it."

I grip her hips with both hands now, lifting her slightly, positioning her over my aching cock. "Take me," I command, though I'm the one who's supposed to be relinquishing control. Old habits. "Sink down on me and then show me what you've been hiding too."

She lowers herself slowly, torturously, and when she takes me inside her—hot and tight and perfect—I nearly lose my mind. My head falls back against the chaise, a guttural sound ripping from my throat.

"Fuck," I breathe, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel—"

But I don't finish the sentence because she's fully seated now, my cock buried to the hilt inside her, and she's bringing the blade to my chest. The metal is cold against my paint-slicked skin, and I can feel my heartbeat pounding against it.

"Tell me again," she demands, and hearing that authority in her voice while she's stretched around me does something primal to my brain. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to cut me," I say, my voice shaking with need. "I want you to carve your name into my skin while you ride me. I want to bleed for you. I want you to lick it up, taste me, consume me the way I've been consuming you."

She starts to move, rolling her hips in a slow grind that has my vision blurring, and at the same time, I feel the first bite of the blade. Sharp, precise, deliberate. A line of fire across my collarbone that makes me gasp and buck up into her.

"Yes," I hiss through clenched teeth. The pain and pleasure tangle together, indistinguishable, perfect. "More. Don't stop."

She picks up her pace, riding me harder now, and with each thrust she adds another line, another curve, carving something into my skin that I can't see but can feel with every nerve ending. Blood wells up, mixing with the crimson paint, running in rivulets down my chest.

"Hyunjin..," she murmurs, and then she's leaning down, her tongue following the path of the blade, lapping at the blood she's drawn from me. The sensation is overwhelming—her mouth on my wounds, her pussy clenching around my cock, the knife still gripped in her hand promising more pain, more marks, more proof that I belong to her.

"Harder," I beg, and I'm not sure if I mean her movements or the blade. Maybe both. Probably both. "Take everything. I'm yours. Fucking ruin me."

She sits back up, and I can see my blood on her lips, smeared across her mouth like the world's most obscene lipstick. She looks feral. Divine. Terrifying. Mine.

The blade returns to my skin, this time across my shoulder, and she grinds down on me so hard I see stars. I'm drowning in sensation—the burn of the cuts, the slick heat of her around me, the way she's looking at me like I'm something to be devoured.

"Come for me," she commands, her voice rough with her own pleasure. "I want to feel you fall apart while I mark you."

And God help me, I'm so close. Every thrust, every cut, every drop of blood she licks from my skin pushes me closer to the edge. My hands slide from her hips to her ass, gripping, pulling her down onto me with bruising force.

"Not yet," I grit out, even though my body is screaming for release. "Not until you finish. Whatever you're carving into me—finish it first."

She makes three more cuts—quick, precise, intentional—and I feel each one like a brand. The pain is sharp and clarifying, grounding me even as pleasure threatens to tear me apart. When she finally sets the blade aside, her work complete, she leans down and traces the entire pattern with her tongue, mapping whatever she's carved into my flesh.

"Your turn," she whispers against my bloodied skin, and the words hit me like a physical blow.

I go completely still inside her, my cock twitching with the effort of staying motionless. My hands freeze on her hips, fingers pressing into yielded flesh.

"What?" The word comes out strangled.

She sits up, riding me in one slow, deliberate roll of her hips that nearly shatters my resolve. Her hand finds the exacto knife, and she offers it to me handle-first, the blade still wet with my blood.

"Mark me," she says, and there's challenge in her voice, desire, a darkness that mirrors my own. "The way I marked you. Make me yours."

"No." The word tears out of me, visceral and immediate, even as my cock throbs inside her with want. "I can't—I could never—"

But she's already kissing me, deep and slow and devastating, and I taste myself on her lips—copper and salt and something primal. My blood in her mouth. The intimacy of it, the absolute wrongness and rightness of it, sends lightning down my spine.

"Please," she breathes against my lips, grinding down on me until I'm seeing stars. "I want to wear your marks. I want to match you. I want—"

Her tongue slides against mine, and I taste more of my own blood, and something inside me breaks open. Snaps. Gives way.

"Fuck," I groan, taking the knife from her trembling fingers. "Okay. Okay, but—" My free hand cups her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Just one. Small. I can't—I won't hurt you more than that."

"Yes," she whispers, arching against me. "Anywhere. Please, Hyunjin."

I pull out of her slowly, both of us gasping at the loss, and I guide her down onto her back on the paint-stained chaise. She's so beautiful like this—covered in crimson, her lips swollen and stained with my blood, her chest heaving, her thighs still slick from where I've been inside her.

The knife feels heavier in my hand now, the weight of responsibility, of trust, of something sacred and profane. I position myself between her legs, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance but not entering, keeping us both on that knife's edge of anticipation.

"Where?" I ask, though I already know. My gaze has been drawn to her breasts since she laid back, to the soft swell of flesh just above her hardened nipple. Perfect canvas. Tender flesh.

"There," she confirms, following my stare, and she arches her back, offering herself up like a sacrifice.

I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth first, swirling my tongue around the peaked flesh, feeling her shudder beneath me. My hand steadies against her ribcage, feeling her heartbeat racing against my palm. Then I pull back, bringing the blade to her skin.

"Breathe," I tell her, and I press the knife to that tender flesh just above her nipple.

The cut is small—barely an inch—a simple heart shape, careful and precise despite the way my hands are shaking. As the blade presses into her tender flesh, I thrust deep inside her, burying myself to the hilt. She gasps, back bowing off the chaise, her body caught between the sharp bite of the knife and the fullness of me stretching her.

"Shh," I soothe, even as something dark and possessive roars through me at the sight of her blood welling up. Mine. My mark. My girl. I pull back slowly, then drive into her again—deep, powerful, claiming—while I complete the second curve of the heart. Each thrust is deliberate, hard enough to make her cry out, but never rushed. I set the knife aside carefully and lean down, dragging the tip of my tongue over the small bleeding heart I've carved into her.

She tastes like copper and skin and something indefinably her, and I'm lost. Completely, utterly lost.

I establish a rhythm now—deep, grinding thrusts that have her whimpering beneath me, each one powerful and controlled. My blood from the cuts on my chest drips down onto hers, crimson on crimson, our wounds mingling as our bodies do.

"Mine," I growl against her throat, my hips rolling forward in another slow, devastating thrust. "Every fucking inch of you. Every drop of blood. Every breath. Mine."

I can feel my blood sliding between our bodies, can feel her small wound pressed against my chest as I cover her completely. The pain and pleasure merge until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. Each thrust is measured, intense, driving deep enough to make her see stars.

"Look at me," I command, one hand tangling in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave new bruises. "I want you to watch me fuck you. Want you to see who you belong to."

Her eyes lock with mine—pupils blown so wide they're almost black, glazed with lust and something deeper, darker. I drive into her with another powerful stroke, the obscene sound of our coupling filling the studio along with our ragged breathing.

"Say my name," I demand, leaning down to capture her mouth in a brutal kiss. Our tongues tangle, and I can taste both of us now—my blood, her blood, our combined essence. "Tell me who's making you feel this good. Who owns this perfect cunt."

"Hyunjin," she gasps against my lips, and I swallow the sound like it's oxygen. "Hyunjin, please—"

"Please what?" I punctuate the question with a particularly deep, grinding thrust that has her crying out. "Use your words, baby. Tell me what you need."

"More," she begs, her nails raking down my back, adding new wounds to the collection. "Harder. I need—I'm so close—"

"You're going to come on my cock while I'm bleeding on you," I tell her, my voice rough and dark. I slam into her with more force now, each thrust deep and claiming but still controlled, never losing that deliberate intensity. "You're going to scream my name so loud the neighbors hear it. And you're going to remember this every time you see that mark on your skin. Remember who put it there. Who you belong to."

I can feel her tightening around me, her body coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. I shift the angle of my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her vision blur, driving deep with each powerful stroke. Relentless. Claiming.

"That's it," I encourage, my mouth finding her ear, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart. Show me I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

My own orgasm is building at the base of my spine, white-hot and inevitable, but I hold it back through sheer force of will. She comes first. Always.

"Hyunjin!" Her back arches completely off the chaise, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice, and she's screaming my name exactly like I demanded, raw and desperate and perfect.

The feeling of her coming around me—the rhythmic clenching, the flood of wetness, the way she's shaking—destroys the last of my control. I bury my face in her neck and let go, my own release tearing through me with devastating force, my hips driving into her in deep, powerful strokes as I fall apart.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groan against her skin, my hips still moving with that same intense, deliberate rhythm as I empty myself inside her.

We stay locked together as the aftershocks roll through us both, our blood and paint and sweat and cum all mixed together, impossible to separate. I can feel our hearts beating in sync where our chests press together, can feel her small wound still bleeding against my larger ones.

Perfect. Profane. Ours.

When I finally lift my head to look at her, she's smiling—sated and wild and beautiful. The small heart I carved into her breast has stopped bleeding, but it's there, permanent, a testament to this moment. To what we are to each other.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I murmur, kissing her softly this time, tender despite the carnage we've created.

She laughs, the sound breathless and perfect, like music echoing through the candlelit studio. "I love you," she whispers to me, her voice soft and tender as I begin to shift my weight, preparing to get up to retrieve something to clean her with, to care for the small wound I've carved into her skin.

I can't help but smile down at her, my heart swelling with an emotion so intense it nearly overwhelms me. My beautiful girl. My everything. "I love you, Jagiya," I murmur back to her, the words falling from my lips like a sacred vow. Pressing a chaste, gentle kiss to her temple—so different from the brutal claiming of moments before—I reluctantly move away from her warmth, making my way to the bathroom to gather the supplies needed to clean and care for her wound properly.

But as I pass by the large mirror hanging on the wall, I can't help but pause, unable to ignore the absolute mess she has made of me. My hair is wild and disheveled, standing up in every direction where her fingers have run through it desperately. My lips are swollen and bloodied, evidence of our violent kisses and the copper taste we've shared. My chest is a canvas of chaos—marked with streaks of crimson paint and darker red blood, the colors blending together in abstract patterns that tell the story of our passion. But there, just above my heart, carved with deliberate precision into my flesh, are her initials. They look like claw marks scored directly onto my soul, and I find myself hoping—praying, even—that they scar permanently. I never want these marks to fade, never want to lose this physical reminder of what we've shared tonight, of who I belong to just as much as she belongs to me.

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[intrikatie]

Stop.

Lovely Anon, who keeps direct messaging me under numerous fake accounts with "updates" on someone I no longer have an interest in and mutually blocked... kindly fuck off :D

I don't fucking care about the person that burned the bridge only to complain about the smoke.

Let me go ahead and save you some time:

"You should try and reach out..." - been there, tried that. Long story short, they are exactly the person I do not want in my life. I'm glad they slammed the door. I'm bricking it up.

"They just want you to hear them..." - On the condition that I agreed with everything they had to say - and I cannot do that.

"This is about you..." probably not, but if it is, that's their feelings which I will not be held responsible for. I'm sure they'll get over it one day.

"Three guesses where this came from [popular writing programme]" - they discovered something that I and millions of others use WHAT A COINCIDENCE! you're reaching...

"They say they miss you..." - I do not miss them.

"They are hurting..." - I am not responsible for their feelings, or their delusions about what we were.

I am fully aware of the depth of feelings this person had for me. And rather than be given the opportunity to set boundaries, I was made to feel uncomfortable and actively questioned how I was with others. No one should be made to feel like that. For someone who preaches about being their true self, they actively stole part of that from me and I am still working on getting that back.

Whatever narrowed POV you might have on what happened between us, whatever convoluted assumptions you've made from hearing only their side of the story - I assure you it's not the complete picture.

I will not be bullied into apologising for calling them out on bad behaviour. And I will not host their self-pity party.

So if they want to share songs that make them hurt, and say they miss the people they trampled on, and write poetry about being misunderstood - let them do it and show them some fucking respect by not sharing it to the person they never intended to see it.

Have the day you both deserve.

[0sunshinecryptid0]

The Ice We Skate (is getting pretty thin)

Hyunjin is taking Felix on a lovely little ice skating date. What could possibly go wrong?

Made for Stayblr’s Snow Drafts along side @skzdreamer13 (go check out their part)

WC: 3064

TW: Drowning, Panic

Note: It wouldn’t be a true Sun fic if it didn’t have angst (sorry not sorry)

dividers by @strangergraphics

Hyunjin took dates very seriously. He’d researched the best thermoses, and enlisted his hyung’s help with making soup to eat afterwards. He’d remembered hot chocolate, and blankets, and that they might need extra clothes if they wound up getting wet from snow. He’d prepared a playlist especially for the drive since it would take a while to get to the spot he’d picked. And, of course, he’d bought and packed the right sized skates. (What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t know Felix’s shoe size?) Everything was going to be perfect! He’d made sure of it.

The drive up was peaceful. The car was full of laughter and warmth, and Hyunjin had to try very hard to focus on the road instead of staring at Felix. There was something about his boyfriend that he just found so magnetic; like if he didn’t have a hand on Felix at all times he would die. Maybe it was the way he smiled, with his cheeks bunched up and his eyes in little crescents. Or maybe it was the ever present sparkle in his eyes that rivaled actual stars. Whatever the case was, Hyunjin always had a hard time looking away when Felix was involved. The joke about Felix being his muse wasn’t really a joke anymore, not with the number of sketches he had of the younger boy. His boyfriend was his favourite subject for pretty much everything: painting, drawing, photography, conversation. It was like his whole world revolved around this one beautiful Australian boy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

They made it to the cabin at exactly 11:30, leaving the perfect amount of time to skate before they had a late lunch around 2. Hyunjin turned to Felix with a grin, doing a quick once over the younger boy's expression, checking for disappointment, and found none. Bolstered by his boyfriend’s matching smile, he all but jumps out of the car, almost slipping on a patch of ice in his enthusiasm to make it to Felix’s door to open it for him. 

“For you, my love.” The mock bow Hyunjin threw in worked exactly as intended. Felix’s laugh always hit him like lightning, something bright and white hot zipping through him at the sound. 

“Why, thank you, kind sir.” Felix’s willingness to play into Hyunjin’s silly joke made his heart sing. Tightening his thick puffer jacket around him, Hyunjin gently took Felix’s hand in his own and pulled him to the hatchback of the car. 

“I have a surprise for you!” Hyunjin all but sang, his nervousness coming out musically. He opened it with another flourish to reveal a cosy space decorated with lights, pillows and blankets. The thermoses were carefully set to the side in a crate, waiting for their turn in the spotlight, but for now, the focus was on the gift box in the center of the trunk. 

“Thank you, baby” The gentleness in Felix’s voice caught Hyunjin off guard. There was something so achingly fond in the younger man’s voice that made Hyunjin suck in a breath.

He watched as Felix tore into the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside was a pair of custom, light blue hockey skates. 

“I went with hockey skates cause I figured you’d want speed over performance. I know winter isn’t your favorite season, but I wanted this to be something special we could enjoy together. I just want to show you how much I adore you. It was the least I could do.” Voice softening at the end of his speech, Hyunjin ducked his head, a blush spreading across his cheeks from his rambling.

“Oh, you did amazing, Jinnie. You always go above and beyond for me. And trust me, I know how much you ‘adore’ me.” Felix punctuated his statement with a jokingly flirtatious wink, before pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s in a sweet kiss. “Now help me get these skates on, handsome.” 

The speed at which Hyunjin dropped to his knees in the snow was genuinely impressive, if not a bit startling.

“As you wish, my heart.”

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They spent more time getting dressed than Hyunjin had initially expected, though it was mostly his fault for insisting on hats, gloves, and layers (for Felix specifically). And by time they’d finished, the sun was shining down on them, bright and cheery, bringing a little warmth to the otherwise brutally cold weather. It made the snow sparkle in a way that was almost romantic.

Marching hand-in-hand through the snow in their ice skates must have looked ridiculous but eventually they made it to the edge of the frozen lake. Hyunjin let Felix’s hand drop from his before leaning over to take the blade covers off his figure skate. He stepped out onto the ice, briefly leaving Felix on the bank, while he remembered how to skate properly. Once he was confident that he’d be able to teach his boyfriend the basics, he returned to where Felix was standing, visibly enraptured.

“Wow.” Felix breathed out. His eyes sparkled the way a child’s might when they watch fireworks. “Jinnie, who gave you the right to be beautiful and talented? Like how are you good at everything?” Hyunjin’s face turned red from the compliment. He cleared his throat, looking everywhere but at Felix when he answered.

“I may or may not have had private lessons in preparation for this.” The delighted squeal Felix let out was definitely worth the embarrassment of his admission.

“Holy crap, I love you!” Felix looked giddy with the news.

“Geez, Lix! Try not to sound so surprised.” Hyunjin replied with a playful eyeroll. His face was still aflame, but he hoped joking would draw the attention away from it. He was, of course, wrong.

Felix held out his hand for Hyunjin to take and take it he did. Without warning, Felix tugged him forward until they were chest to chest. The blond’s free hand brushed against Hyunjin’s rosy cheek. “You’re so cute, Hyune. I’m so lucky to have you.” They lingered close for a few more breaths, until embarrassment and giddy joy gave way to soft smiles and a warmth in their chests. “Okay, now let’s get to skating.”

Hyunjin backed up further onto the ice, taking Felix with him.

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For hours they raced around, gliding across the ice with ease. Their play kept them warm, and eventually they each shed their hats and gloves, sliding them into their pockets for safe keeping. Hyunjin even went as far as to unzip his coat in the hopes that the frosty air would cool off his body underneath. Felix took the opportunity to make fun of him for always being so sweaty, which obviously led to another round of wild chasing.

Eventually, Hyunjin looked up at the sky to find that the sun was no longer at its peak, which meant it was probably time for them to get something to eat. He swung their joined hands back and forth, making Felix giggle a bit. Caught in the moment, Hyunjin pressed a kiss to Felix’s cold-flushed cheek.

“Lets head back and get some lunch. I’m sure you’re hungry, my love.” He mumbled against Felix's skin. He felt more than he saw Felix break out in a blinding smile, cheek bunching against Hyunjin’s lips.

“Race you back!” And with that, Felix took off, skating towards the bank closest to the car. Hyunjin let out a startled laugh, head tilted back, the sound full with joy and love. Felix turned back, glancing over his shoulder before coming to a spot a few feet from the shore.

“Come on, Jinnie! It’s not a race if I’m the only one trying.” The whine in Felix’s voice was more for show than it was real, but it still set Hyunjin in motion. He geared up to push off, preparing to launch himself in his boyfriend’s direction. Just as he put pressure on the ice to begin his attack-

CRACK

Hyunjin froze where he was. His eyes snapped to his boyfriend. All movement stopped, even his breathing. The ice under Hyunjin’s skates was beginning to spiderweb.

“Jinnie!” Felix’s eyes were wide with distress. The fear was palpable in the crisp winter air. Felix’s lips were still moving but Hyunjin couldn’t hear a thing. His blood roared in his ears, eyes blurring with fear. A loud shriek brought him back to the present. “LAY DOWN! Do you hear me? You need to lay down very carefully!” Felix looked frantic, hands outstretched as if calming a frightened animal. The nod Hyunjin gave was almost imperceptible. Slowly, he bent his knees, trying to lower himself to the ice gently. The cracks in the ice spiderwebbed beneath him; he must have shifted his weight too much too quickly.

Felix screamed and Hyunjin stopped moving. For a few seconds, there was silence. The only sounds were that of their breathing and the ice creaking under his feet. Hyunjin took a deep inhale and a look of resignation made its home on his face.

“Lixie,” he began, “this coat is so thick I can barely move my arms as it is, I’m pretty sure I'll sink if I go under.” Tears burned his eyes as he spoke. It physically pained him to look at the horrified expression on his boyfriend’s face. 

“So, I’ll find something to pull you out with!” Felix’s voice was frantic, eyes panicked but earnest. Hyunjin exhaled shakily and shook his head. “Love, if I-” He broke off, throat becoming tight with emotion. “When I fall in… stay back. I don’t want you to get hurt.” His water line overflowed and warm tears slid down his cold cheeks. Felix sobbed, clearly struggling to get the words out to plead with him.

There was a sound like shattering glass only a thousand times louder and suddenly, Hyunjin was swallowed up by the cold dark water below him.

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The freezing water was a shock to his system, and Hyunjin fought the gasp that rose up in his throat. His entrance into the lake had not been a clean one; his hands stung from where they’d shot out to catch himself, and despite the disorienting darkness, stars danced behind his eyelids. Had he hit his head too? For a moment, the silence was almost peaceful and he let himself sink, lost in the simultaneous sensory overload and deprivation. It wasn’t until his lungs started to burn that he remembered what was happening.

Forcing his eyes open, he stared up toward the opening in the ice. When had it gotten so far away? He kicked his legs desperately, struggling towards the light. The cold ached in his bones. His arms padded in thick puffer material took a monumental effort to move. But Felix was up there, somewhere, worried about him. He wriggled his arms, waging war against his coat sleeve. He managed to escape the soaked fabric, giving him a better range of motion. He kicked as hard as he could, using his newly freed arms to pull him through the water. He broke the surface with a gasp, sucking in one breath, then another. He couldn’t see Felix but he could hear him, low to the ground. And maybe, closer than before? He didn’t have time to analyze that before his head was underwater again.

His foot bumped against something. Was it a monster? It was definitely too cold to be a fish. He looked down, afraid of what was in the water with him. It was a rock, a really big one at that. If he wasn’t about to drown he would have shouted with joy. He looked back up at the gap in the ice, ready to use the rock like a spring board and launch himself up to the surface. But there, above the water, was something squiggly and brown. A branch! Felix had found a branch for him to grab hold of. It was now or never. With screaming lungs, he put all the force he could muster into pushing off the rock. He sailed through the water, arms outstretched. His hands made contact with the wood before his head left the water. The cuts on his palms burned but he held on tight. He gasped for air, dizzy from the rush of oxygen. Words filtered through his brain slowly.

“-jin, hold on tight! I’m gonna pull you up. Just keep holding on for me!” His eyes finally landed on Felix. The younger boy was on his stomach clutching the other end of a long, sturdy branch. “Hold tight, okay. I’m gonna pull on three. One, two, three!” Felix pulled with all his might, jaw set, face red. The branch moved across the ice, dragging hyunjin with it. His torso was out of the water now, but he didn’t dare move in fear of ruining their progress. Felix readjusted his grip and locked eyes with Hyunjin. “Again. One, two, three!” 

Pull after pull, Hyunjin emerged further from the icy depths until it was enough for Felix to grab his hand and tug him out all the way. But it wasn’t over yet. With a seriousness Hyunjin rarely saw on his boyfriend’s face, Felix told him to crawl to shore. Despite his exhaustion, Hyunjin forced his body forward, sliding himself across the ice like some horrible waterlogged rat. He could feel the toe picks of his skates scraping the surface as he went and he was terrified that the ice would crack again but take Felix this time. He looked back over his shoulder, checking that Felix was still safe behind him.

“I know it’s cold, Hyune, but it's just a little further. We just gotta make it to the shore. Can you do that for me, baby?” Through chattering teeth, Hyunjin murmured his affirmative and continued moving.

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Crawling to the bank took what felt like hours when in actuality it was probably a few minutes at most. The cold was settling into Hyunjin’s bones now, making his movements jerky and his brain syrupy. Felix was still trying to give him directions but nothing was making sense anymore. As soon as they were on land, Felix scooped up a lanky, soggy Hyunjin and carried him back to the cabin. Hyunjin had never been so thankful for his forgetfulness when it came to locking doors when the handle turned easily under Felix’s touch. 

Felix immediately took them to the bathroom insisting that Hyunjin needed to get out of his wet clothes and into a warm shower. Hyunjin wasn’t going to argue, he just started taking off his soaked shirt and told Felix where to find the food and change of clothes in the car.

By the time Felix got back, Hyunjin was out of the shower, wrapped in an extraordinary fluffy towel sitting on the heated floor in front of one of the air vents. His hair dripped down onto his towel-covered shoulders, but he was much too tired to do anything about it. 

“Here love, I got you some fresh clothes.” Felix placed a neatly folded set of clothes on the lid of the closed toilet. He turned to Hyunjin’s curled up form and offered his hand. Hyunjin had never felt so cared for as when Felix gently pulled him up from the floor and cupped his cheeks like he was something delicate. The coolness of Felix’s hands against his own newly warmed skin was jarring, and he started for a split second before relaxing into the touch. Hyunjin watched as Felix studied his face for a moment, eyes catching on something that caused his expression to flicker, before tipping forwards and pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. With a smile that barely reached his eyes, Felix left the room to give Hyunjin space to get dressed.

It wasn’t long before Hyunjin emerged from the bathroom looking rumpled but otherwise okay. His clothes were baggy and warm, a soft cream colored sweater that was a little too big, and fuzzy pyjama pants covered in teddy bears. His hair was fluffy from when he’d hastily towel dried it, and his cheeks were still flushed from the heat of his shower. He shuffled over to where Felix had curled up on the couch under a blanket. Two mugs of steaming hot chocolate sat on the coffee table in front of him, and he’d changed into his own set of comfy clothes by the looks of the fuzzy socks peaking out from the edge of the blanket.

Felix rose from his seat, grabbing a first aid kit that Hyunjin hadn’t noticed, from under the coffee table. He gently pressed on Hyunjin’s shoulder, guiding him to sit on the armrest of the couch. Hyunjin stared in wonder as Felix delicately took care of him, bandaging a wound on his temple that he’d only vaguely been aware of, before starting to work on the scrapes on his palms. He was so relaxed by the time Felix was done that he didn’t immediately notice that Felix was already curled back up under the blanket. 

Hyunjin slid sideways off the armrest and all but collapsed into the sofa next to his boyfriend, snuggling close to the younger man in a half hearted attempt to steal his heat. He didn’t put up much of a fight as Felix maneuvered him into a more comfortable position before leaning forward to hand him his mug of cocoa.

Hyunjin took a moment to appreciate the ambiance (Felix’s head leaned against his shoulder, warm drink between his palms, quiet music playing from the tv) before ruining it.

“I'm sorry things didn't go as planned.” Guilt and disappointment colored Hyunjin’s voice in equal measure. He could feel the pout tugging at his lips and, try as he might, he just couldn’t seem to muster a different expression. He glanced at Felix, whose face could only be described as one of pure astonishment. Then Felix smiled, something quiet and full of love.

“I'm just glad you're okay.” He promised, settling his head against Hyunjin’s chest. Hyunjin was sure Felix could hear his heart pounding, but maybe that was the point. He felt the smaller boy relax against him. And when Felix whispered, “This is everything I could have asked for and more,” Hyunjin just pulled him a little closer and hid his smile in his drink.

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The Ice We Skate [is getting pretty thin]

Stayblr Snow Draft Event! Felix POV from my Partner @0sunshinecryptid0 HERE

Hyunjin x Felix Wordcount ~ 3.2k

Info ~ Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

Felix knew of his boyfriend's love for all things winter. How couldn't he? Hyunjin practically screamed it from the rooftops. Though Felix found it incredibly endearing. While the whole world became grey and cold and everyone moaned about the awful coming season and all its quirks, Hyunjin lit up. He became this bright happy ball of energy and it is absolutely adorable, so even though it's freezing out Felix will indulge the man he loves and go on this surprise date. He knew Hyunjin got everything ready for this and that alone made this special, of course he wants to go do cute date things that his boyfriend plans so intently for.

Driving with Hyunjin always puts the younger man at ease. Hyunjin is a good driver and frankly being trapped in a car with a gorgeous view, not only of the mountains, but of the beautiful man he gets to call his is perfect to Felix. They sing too loudly to the music that plays on the stereo and crack jokes. Felix would give up the whole world to hear Hyunjin laugh, he brightens the room. Though Felix’s nickname is sunshine, Hyunjin is Felix’s sunshine. Hyunjin brightens up his life just by existing in it. The way his eyes scrunch when he laughs, how his laughter rocks his whole body as though it can't be contained, how his head falls back when Felix tells a silly joke or makes a funny noise. Felix would make a fool of himself everyday if it made his man happy. Of course Felix knows how obsessed Hyunjin is with him, he’d have to be oblivious to miss it, even if Hyunjin would rather pretend he doesn’t make himself too obvious. To miss the way Hyunjin looks at him as though he were his favorite piece of art in the gallery How Hyunjin can barely look away to focus on the road as they drive. The way that even though Hyunjin swears he isn’t a skinship lover, he just can't keep his hands off of Felix, a hand on his knee as he drives, or holding hands as his thumb rubs soft circles into the back of Felix’s hand. And Felix loves it, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finally Hyunjin slows down as he pulls up to the beautiful cabin and Felix lets out a breath, happy to finally have arrived at their destination. When he peers over to see Hyunjin, he is wearing a beautiful genuine smile and Felix’s heart skips at the sight. Hyunjin parks the car, jumps out and all but runs to the passenger side to open Felix’s door before he himself can. He opens it and does a polite bow.

“For you, my love.” Hyunjin says with a posh tone and Felix giggles as he swings his legs out and steps out of the car.

“Why thank you kind sir.” Felix says playing into the bit that Hyunjin is committing to.

Felix’s eyes go wide and he laughs as Hyunjin closes the door behind him and then excitedly drags him to the hatchback of the car that kept them nice and safe on their journey.

“I have a surprise for you~!” Hyunjin announces excitedly in a sing-song tone. As he opens the trunk lavishly though still brimming with excitement and Felix’s heart fills once he sees what his amazing man put together for him. It all makes sense why he had blocked the view of the back rows from his view on the drive up. It’s a cozy space, decorated with soft string lights, throw pillows and blankets. A crate is set aside with thermoses and the food Hyunjin had made for their picnic later. Dead center amongst the beautiful decor is a box with a cute little bow on top. Felix reaches inside and looks over at the taller man who is all but vibrating with excitement waiting for Felix to open the gift.

“Thank you baby.” Felix’s voice leaves him softer than he meant. The whole scene and effort of it all making his heart ache, never did he imagine he would be loved this deeply. Felix looks down and pulls the top off the box, pulls the tissue paper that is blocking the item back and sees vibrant blue hockey skates inside.

“I went with hockey skates cause I figured you’d want speed over performance. I know winter isn’t your favorite season, but I wanted this to be something special we could enjoy together. I just want to show you how much I adore you. It was the least I could do.” Felix could hear the insecurity take over his boyfriend's voice as he rambled on. But all Felix could feel was overjoyed. Pride fills his chest as he faces the taller man and cups his cheeks in his small cold hands. 

“Oh, you did amazing, Jinnie. You always go above and beyond for me. And trust me, I know how much you ‘adore’ me.” Felix's words are genuine but he wants to lighten the mood and calm Hyunjins nerves a bit so he punctuates with a cute silly wink causing a soft chuckle to leave Hyunjin, cold air puffs from his lips before Felix presses their lips together in a sweet fleeting kiss. “Now. Help me get these skates on, handsome.”

Hyunjin immediately drops to his knees to assist and it startles Felix to the point of laughter.

“As you wish, my heart.”

~

It took a hot second to get ready considering Hyunjin fussed about Felix wearing all the winter gear to keep warm. Hat, gloves, scarf, he really did come prepared for everything today. Any time he showed he thought of another little thing to take care of, Felix’s heart would flutter. Anytime Hyunjin has the chance to prove to him that he loves him, he shows him.

By the time they were ready to get on the ice, the sun shone high in the sky making the otherwise fridge day bright and gorgeous. They made their way to the frozen over lake in their laced up skates, hands locked together tight holding each other for balance. Felix knew they probably looked ridiculous but he kind of loved it so he giggled as they continued on their way.

Once in front of the vast frozen body of water Felix watched as Hyunjin settled into the ice. Hyunjin did a few loops and got a feel for the ice. Watching him be so graceful, even for a simple warm up, is mesmerizing. Hyunjin finishes his laps and Felix can tell he feels confident enough in his abilities as he skates to the edge of the ice and Felix can't help as praise slips out.

“Wow.” Felix's voice breathy, blown away.  “Jinnie, who gave you the right to be beautiful and talented? Like how are you good at everything?” he watched Hyunjin face turn a bright shade of red as he fidgeted with his sleeves. As if he couldn't get any cuter.

“I may or may not have had private lessons in preparation for this.” Felix couldn't help the squeal that slipped past him, higher pitched than even he himself knew he could reach. A blush spread across his face at his own reaction but he couldn't help but lose his mind at the effort Hyunjin put into the little things like being able to skate well on a date.

“Holy crap I love you!” Felix all but shouted, giddy at how cool his boyfriend is.

“Geez, Lix! Try not to sound so surprised.” Hyunjin's sassy tone and dramatic eyeroll failed to hide the heated flush of his cheeks. As if he couldn't get any cuter.

“You're so cute Hyune. I'm so lucky to have you.” Felix said as he pulled Hyunjin in close and pressed his gloved hand to his heated cheek. Felix could feel the warmth of his skin even through the material that separates them, surprised his skin could be so warm with the cool air surrounding them. But that is his man, his warm blooded adorable man.

They could stand there and get lost in each other's gaze all day but reluctantly they parted. “Okay, now let's get to skating.”

With a smile Hyunjin backed onto the ice and Felix let him guide the way.

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Hours flew by in a flash. They skated with ease once gaining a flow. Soon layers had shed, a hat here, gloves there. Their play and hard work making their bodies heat with the effort.

Felix wandered on the ice for a bit before turning back when he realized Hyunjin wasn't at his side anymore to see him staring up at the sky. His jacket unzipped and flowing as the icy breeze ran past him cooling his heated skin and rustling his long dirty blonde hair, Felix could stand here and admire him for eternity. Hyunjin looked back and smiled as he skated over to Felix’s side, grasping his hand, swinging them back and forth causing a giggle to leave Felix. He loves this playful behavior from his boyfriend. Hyunjin plants a soft kiss on his cheek, Felix's cool skin welcoming his soft warm lips.

“Let's head back and get some lunch. I'm sure you're hungry my love.” Hyunjin said face still nuzzled into Felix’s cheek and for a second he reveled in the warmth of his breath on his skin, a soft smile finding the freckled faced boy. Felix is grateful for the solitude of the lake as it gives them this opportunity, a chance to share skinship, since Hyunjin wasn't a huge fan to begin with and even less when other people were around.

Wanting to match Hyunjin's playful energy and keep up high spirits Felix kissed his cheek as he broke away and giggled as he shouted, “Race you back!” before taking off full speed. His breath picking up as the cold air filled his lungs. He hears Hyunjin’s signature full bodied laugh behind him and as he approaches the shore he peers over his shoulder to see Hyunjin hadn’t moved.

“Come on jinnie! It's not a race if I'm the only one trying!” Felix whines, embarrassment filling his tone at his failed attempt to start a cute race between themselves. He sees Hyunjin take a step to start his path over to Felix when he hears it.

CRACK

Hyunjin's body locks up and Felix's heart sinks as his eyes widen.

“Jinnie!” Felix's voice doesn't sound like his own as he attempts to get closer but not too close not wanting to add weight to the cracking ice. He can see it, spiderwebbing beneath the weight of the man he loves. “Lay down! Hyunjin! You need to lay down! Very carefully, nice and slow. You can do this.” Felix is trying to stay calm though his shaky voice betrays him. His arms outstretched as if he could reach out and wrap his arms around him and drag him to safety.

Hyunjin was shaking like a leaf as though the cold or the fear had seeped into his bones. Slowly he lowers himself and Felix hears it, the cracking of the ice, louder and louder and then he sees the spiderwebbing ice extending. He can't help the scream that leaves him, tears starting to well on his eyes. Stress pounding his head. Hyunjin stopped moving, Felix stopped moving. Silence fell, tense and stressful. Sounds of breathing and the groaning of ice surrounding them.

Felix can't figure out what to do. Should he call someone? Should he rush in? Should he stay back? What does he do?

“Lixie.” Felix’s eyes shoot up to meet Hyunjin’s as he speaks. His eyes are wild and glossy. “This coat is so thick I can barely move my arms as it is, I'm pretty sure I'll sink if I go under.” no no no no no. Felix can't think, can't breathe.

“So I'll find something to pull you out with!” Felix is ready to start pulling his own hair out. What can he do? Where can he go? What's the right choice here?

Hyunjin shakes his head, a puff of cold air blooming around his face as he lets out a heavy breath. “Love, if I-” his voice cracks and it takes every muscle in Felix’s body to not sprint over to him. If he could trade places, he would. “When I fall in, stay back, I don't want you to get hurt.” Tears slip down both of their cheeks and a sob racks Felix’s chest in a croak.

Before either of them have a chance to react or respond or before Felix can plead to Hyunjin not to give up, a sound like shattering glass resonates and it all happens so fast and yet so slow as the ice gives out and Hyunjin gets swallowed by the icy water.

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“NO!” Felix screams and lays down on his belly as he slides to the gaping hole in the ice, water sloshing and getting his coat wet before he's even reached in. He’d been too slow at getting over, missing Hyunjins hand that desperately grasped out slamming onto the ice he now lay flat on. He shoved his arms deep into the freezing water and yelped at the pain of the cold water like knives against his already cold skin. Felix gripped at anything in the water but couldn’t find him, couldn’t feel him, couldn’t see him. How could he have sunk so fast? Felix looked around, eyes wide with panic as tears flooded his vision, but through the haze he could see a long thick branch as he pulled his hands from the water, and hastily crawled to the branch. He grasped it to his chest, using all the strength in his body to bring it over to where he knows Hyunjin struggled to resurface.

Felix plunged the branch into the water and pushed it as far as he could while still having leverage to bring it back up. He left it there for a second, holding his breath until finally. A tug.

With all his strength he pulled the branch out of the water and Hyunjin emerged with a gasp and cough, his hair plastered to his face as Felix breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hyunjin! Hold on tight! I'm gonna pull you up! Just keep holding tight for me.” Felix braced himself. “Alright one, two, three!” his jaw clenching with the effort, Hyunjin’s weight heavier than normal with the weighted down clothing and exhaustion. His lover lay half in and half out of the water, legs still submerged in the icy murky depths. “One more pull for me love come on. One, two, three!” with all his might he dragged Hyunjin out from the water, but still relaxation can't be had until they are off this death trap.

“Come on baby just a little bit more, I just need you to get to shore” Felix cooes and encourages as he helps Hyunjin all but crawl back to the shore. Hyunjin is slowing down, teeth chattering, lips purple. And Felix can't help the panic that sets in, he has to get him off this ice and inside to warmth. 

“I know it's cold Hyune, but just a little further. Can you do that for me, baby?” Hyunjin frantically nods as they continue their escape off the ice till they reach the shore.

~

Hyunjin was barely moving once they had reached the shore, his body stiff with the cold. Felix's instincts kicked in as he lifted his boyfriend into his arms and carried him back to the safety and warmth of the cabin. He had no time right now to admire the beautiful space his boyfriend had prepared for their weekend getaway but he would once Hyunjin was taken care of properly.

He set Hyunjin down gently in the bathroom and began to peel the wet frosty layers of clothing off of him. He got the shower up and running before heading to grab their bags from the car so he could have a warm fresh set of clothing to change into. When Felix returned Hyunjin was wrapped in a fluffy towel, on the heated floors curled up as the steam from his shower curled around him like a warm hug. His hair dripped lightly onto the towel and he looked so adorable though it cracked Felix’s heart open to see him so vulnerable.

“Here love, I got you some fresh clothes.” Felix set the clothes down on the closed toilet seat and helped Hyunjin off the floor. He cupped his face in his hands and Hyunjin flinched slightly at the cool touch before embracing it, leaning into his hands. He'd almost lost him today. The anxiety of it all still weighed heavy on him as he struggled to separate. But he knew he had to so Felix pressed a soft lingering kiss to his forehead. He offered Hyunjin a soft reserved smile before giving him space to change. 

It felt like forever while he waited for Hyunjin to change, so he busied himself, he changed into comfy pj's and went out to the car and grabbed their food and hot cocoa that Hyunjin had so meticulously planned for the day. Maybe it wasn't what they had planned for and maybe it wasn't perfect but Felix would try his damnedest to ease his partner after the distressing experience.

Hyunjin emerged from the bathroom, warm shower steam curling around him as he did. His change of clothes, baggy and warm almost swallowed him up. His hair, messy and fluffy from ruffling it with the towel to dry. Felix could stare at him all day. It was like all his anxiety, so his worries disappeared. Hyunjin was like magic, he appears and Felix’s whole world is perfect once again just because Hyunjin exists.

Felix got up and fussed after him for a moment to let him clean the scrapes of his hand and his head. And Hyunjin let him, he wasn't sure if it was the act of getting cared for that hyunjin needed or that he truly didn't realize he'd gotten hurt in the fall. Still Felix cherished the small bits of contact as he cleaned his lovers wounds. 

Once bandaged up, Hyunjin sank into the sofa next to Felix and curled in tight to him. He could tell Hyunjin is still slightly cold, a chill running past him every few minutes so he shifted to comfy cuddling position And reached over and handed him the warm mug of hot chocolate. 

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Hyunjin spoke. 

“I'm sorry things didn't go as planned.” Hyunjin said with a soft pout and disappointment lacing his tone. Felix was astonished. Hyunjin fell through a lake!! It wasn't his fault things didn't go to plan. Even just sitting here drinking hot cocoa was amazing.

“Im just glad you're okay.” Felix said and leaned his head into Hyunjin's chest, his soft breathing and heartbeat instantly relaxing his anxiety from earlier. “This is everything I could have asked for and more” he closed his eyes and let the sound of Hyunjin’s heartbeat become his favorite song. 

So glad to have been able to be part of this and I'm glad for a great Partner ♡

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If You Were a Fictional Character

I've seen a few moots doing this and it looked fun!

* Make this picrew of yourself

* Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

...yeah that seems about right 😅🫠

Not sure who's done this already so tagging the besties @thetumblingmoron @redheadsramblings @woundedsoul12 @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @aurorabiggs @thepalehorsevictoria @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and anyone else who would like to play!

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Was I tagged? Nope. Still it looked fun.

Result: unexpected and kind adisagree but who am i to disagree with uquiz right? Lol. Funny tho. ( @rayzyart agrees prob lol)

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[intrikatie]

Finally get a picrew that somewhat looks like me only to be called a Bastard(good)? I await all my moots to make me feel better and tell me this is inaccurate??? (right lads? you will won't you?)

Gotta tag the Queens of My life on this one: @skzdreamer13 @neverendingstay @minniesmutt

[skzdreamer13]

As a fellow Bastard(good) i cannot say you are any different my love. @intrikatie sorry my love

Happy to be a queen in your life 🥰

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