[ Jaehwan’s idea of what a sexy image is might be a little different from what everyone else would think ;) For Kyungri of course. Though Kyungri has a better collection of photos of him on her phone already! ]
bringing sexy back !!
sent by ( @lxtent ) / ( @ityasaarii )
Ah, she chose well. It was not that she didn’t know he could be sexy – he could – it was just he didn’t show that side of him often. But when he did…The more she looked at him, following his movements, the harder it became to look away. Was that his plan, to cast a spell on her so she would never look another way? What a waste of time and energy. His shoulders, arms, torso, even his hair, nothing nor no one could compare. Then, there was the tattoo on his back shoulder and how those pants fit him… This was a little too much for her; she could get used to it and then it could be a problem. And yet she couldn’ help but watch as his hand tapped its way down. It was not a particular sexy movement but, by Poseidon’s beard, it left her wondering.
“You know, if you’re feeling down, I can always feel you up.”
"I thought I lost you" kisses, or comforting kisses. Or both ;) For JaeRi~
so kiss me maybe??sent by ( @lxtent ) / ( @ityasaarii )
It all happened too quick.
They went to the shopping centre because Jaehwan needed some new clothes; some of his outfits were getting old and, in Kyungri’s modest opinion, a bit old-fashioned. It was a needed change in his wardrobe, a good excuse for them to leave the house and go out, possibly on a date. It had been a while since they had one, so anything would do for her to take his hand and drag him out through the door. She was pretty sure that their cats wouldn’t mind having the place for them for a couple of hours – the mermaid doubted they’d notice their absence. But it never crossed her mind that their evening would end up being one of the scariest moments in her life.
Kyungri didn’t know where the fire started but she knew exactly where they were when the fire alarm went off. At the food court. Jaehwan went to get them something to eat before returning home after an intensive shopping session. He was laughing, scoffing at her because she said she needed to lose weight. Him aside, only her mom could talk to her like that. Kyungri watched him walk away and disappear into the crowd, believing that he’d return in a few minutes carrying a tray with so much food that one of them would have to ask for a takeaway box. That didn’t happen. Instead, Hell broke loose.
The sound of the fire alarm pierced her ears, catching everyone around her by surprise. Confusion, shock and fear were the main expressions she saw on people faces when she looked up from her phone and around her. But it was not until seconds later that she caught the smell of something burning and melting. It was nauseating and soon suffocating. The dragging of chairs scratched the floor, the trays with food left on the tables and the concerned voices raised above the mayhem, calling for those with whom they came. “Jaehwan?” She stood up from her seat and looked around; a lot of people were rushing towards the exit but none of them was him. An invisible rope laced around her heart and tightened its grip, having her reaching her hand for her chest and grasp onto her shirt. Maybe he was already outside, waiting for her. Yes, that was it. It wasn’t like him to come back and check her. Not even in her head that sounded right.
“Jaehwan! Jaehwan, where are you?” Kyungri tried to raise her voice above the noise but not even like that did she get an answer. One step, two steps, three ste– someone bumped against her shoulder. “Jaehwan?” No. Not him. She kept on cutting through the people leaving the area in hopes that among them was the one she was looking for. Where in the seven seas had he gone to? Did something happen? Was he hurt? Even if he was, he’d not know it. The rope around her heart just got tighter and Kyungri summoned all her self-control not to break out in sobs and cries. Not yet.
Before she could advance any further and search for him, the smoke started to become more intense as the smell of plastic burning and melting. It made her head ache, her eyes water and her throat itchy. A couple of seconds later and she was starting to cough. Kyungri stopped for a while and leaned her shoulder against a wall. It was warm. As this whole place. It was already unnatural for her to walk on land but being this close to a heat source was causing more damage to her than to a regular human being. But she could bear with it. She had to. She’d not leave until she found him…
“Miss, you shouldn’t be here!” Jaehwan? No. His voice was too deep to be him and his hands weren’t half as gentle. “Miss, are you listening to me?” Kind of. Kyungri could understand that he was talking but she couldn’t quite catch what he was saying. The words sounded foreigner to her. It sounded weirder when he spoke on the radio (well, what she guessed it was a radio). “My boyfriend…I don’t know…I lost him…” Since when was it this hard to speak, to stand even? “Miss, there’s no one here. He’s probably outside by now.” Indeed, it had become quiet without her realizing. “Can you walk, miss?” She shook her head. Even though there was no time to waste, even though the smoke was entering the place at an alarming pace, the security spoke calmly to her. “I’m going to pick you up, miss, okay?” To which she nodded. Normally, she’d not let anyone carry her like this but normally her legs wouldn’t threaten her to cede at any moment. “I got a female on her early thirties. She says she lost her boyfriend. There’s no one here. I’m coming out. Copy.” The mermaid offered no resistance when he picked her up, the ‘beep’ of the radio on his shoulder is the last thing she recalled before falling into a state of drowsiness.
How long has she been out? Long enough for her magic to start to work, it seemed. Kyungri could feel the coldness of the ice, where she was born, and the warmth of the light that would bath her every time she’d swim to the surface. It was like being home again. Except that was not her home anymore. “Jaehwan..?” Her hand reached out for the oxygen mask she had on her face but another hand get there first. “No, not Jaehwan. I’m Youjin.” She heard him chuckle, which made her smile a little but didn’t stop her from pulling off the mask. “Miss, you really shouldn’t–” Yet nothing of what the young paramedic could say would stop her from standing up and almost hitting her head on the ambulance’s ceiling. “Thank you for taking care of me. I’m feeling much better now.” She stepped out of the vehicle and even though she wavered when standing up on her own, Kyungri was determined to find him.
Ambulances and paramedics, firetrucks and firefighters, police officers and civilians, but no sign of the pianist she was looking for. Every step she took, her heart felt heavier; every look she gave, her panic grew. What if something bad happened to him? What if he didn’t make it out? What if he was still inside? What if he was d–
“Ri-ah!”
Kyungri halted in place. “Kyungri!” It was his voice; she had heard it many times before to have no doubts about that. There. The one man running through the crowd and shoving people aside as if they were dominoes pieces just so he could get to her. “Jaehwan.” She breathed his name, let it fill her until it poured out once again so she could cry it. “Jaehwan!” And she ran. She ran the fastest her legs allowed, tripping here and there, throwing her arms around him once he was within her reach and burying her face in the curve of his neck. His scent, his warmth, his worn-out clothes, it was all there. He was there. Safe, sound and in the best case scenario with only a few scratches. She felt his arms around her, pulling her closer and squeezing her tight against himself. For a moment, she wondered if he was as scared she could fade as she was of him.
A sobbing mess was what she was. Tears still streamed down her face when she looked up, when she cupped his face in her hands and even when she stared into his eyes. Those beautiful, sweet brown eyes that for a fraction of a second she thought she’d never see again. “Don’t do that again, you idiot! You know how scared I was because I couldn’t f-find you!? I thought…I thought you were…you were…” The words wouldn’t come out and neither she wanted them to be, for they were already scary enough in her head as they were. “I thought I lost you, you moron! Don’t do that ever again, y-you hear me? That’s an order!” His arms were still around her, not allowing her to go anywhere but closer to his body. His clothes smelled like smoke and the ones they had bought laid forgotten on the food court’s floor. “You stupid, stupid man…” One of his hands brushed her hair away from her cheek, placing a kiss on her forehead, on the tip of her nose until he reached her lips. For once, Kyungri was not the gentle and slow kisser she usually was. No. This was urgent. This was her making sure he was a real and breathing human being and not a product of her imagination. Lost hands moving from his face to the back of his head, fingers running, pulling and gripping his hair and the world nothing but background noise to them. The sound of them catching their breath was all she needed to hear right now, a peaceful lullaby.
( text to Jaenius ♥ ) Do you think I need to diet?( text to Jaenius ♥ ) Did I put on some weight?( text to Jaenius ♥ ) I was getting dressed after you went out to work and I couldn’t button up my pants…
"Why are you sitting over there? There’s a perfectly good lap right here~" From Jaehwan to Kyungri ^^
are you suggesting something ??sent by ( @lxtent ) / ( @ityasaarii )
Kyungri opened up her eyes to the sound of music in the air. Tugging the covers closer to her, the mermaid tried to fall back asleep but she knew it to be impossible. Not when his side of the bed remained empty. It was amusing how she could almost see the notes dancing in midair, twirling and fading as new ones took their place. Someone woke up inspired. A coy smile showed on her lips as she stared at his pillow, wondering what or who had been his muse. Kyungri wanted to keep her hopes down but it was difficult to remain humble when she had a clear notion that this song was also her doing. There were notes that felt familiar to her and she could swear she had heard them before. But where? No one better than its creator to help her find an answer to that question.
Without noise, the mermaid made her way to the couch and watched him from there in his t-shirt and sweatpants. Dressed in nothing but the shirt he wore last night and her underwear, she noticed how his fingers ran over the keys, pressing them as the melody came to his mind. It was incredible. He was incredible. And she was incredibly lucky to witness art in the making! Kyungri slowly sat on the sofa, concerned that any noise would turn up in a distraction. She was not wrong. Her buttcheeks had barely touched the sofa’s fabric when the melody slowed down and she saw him glancing over his shoulder. Ah…he was doing it again. He was turning her into jelly all over again. Almost as he did last night.
Why are you sitting over there? She heard him speak, the music now soft and enchanting. There’s a perfectly good lap right here. “W-What..?” It has been a while since the last time she stuttered and, again, it was because of him. And again, he caught her by surprise. However, it didn’t last long. “I didn’t want to distract you. You were so into the song that it felt criminal to interrupt you.” It took her no time to join him at the piano, yet as she was sitting by his side he was quick to pull her into his lap. “Can you play like that? Won’t your muse get jealous to see you like this with me?” Ah, muses…those feeble creatures. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled her legs up, so her bare feet could rest on the stool’s edge. You make it hard to breathe. Yet that was not the question whirling on her mind. “Is this a new song? I think I have heard it before.”
“F-fuck–please–~” Jaehwan to Kyungri *whistles causally and walks away*
fuck !!sent by ( @lxtent ) // ( @ityasaarii )
The concert might have ended but the music continued. The rustling of the sheets, the irregular breathing of lovers and the ever so slightly creaking of the bed combined produced one of the most marvelous symphonies of life. It was, however, an odd piece. Surely, not appreciated by everyone but no one needed to know. No one needed to know how she sighed every time he would get on top of her, full of warmth but out of breath. And surely no one needed to know how he cussed every now and then whenever she kissed his neck, his shoulders, his collarbones, his everything. If only he knew…if only he knew how he made her feel alive just by looking at her. One glance from him is enough to set her on fire.
His blazer, her dress, his trousers and her underwear, all scattered around the room. The door was half-closed and the lights dim, given how altered they were as they got home. There was no amount of alcohol big enough that explained how intoxicated by one another they felt. She might have been the one instigating it but he did not stop her either, so if there was someone at fault, then, it would be the two of them. One worst than the other. The mermaid had started it at the elevator when the doors closed, once the last person left. She first made sure to have him know how proud she was of him by conducting the orchestra with both a firm hand and art. How determined yet graceful did he look like when playing the piano. “But you know…” Her voice became a hum as she moved and trapped the virtuoso in a corner. “The piano keys aren’t the only thing your fingers can play with.” Had she been too out of character? She feared this to be the case but the look on his face told her otherwise. He had liked that. He had liked that enough to trail his hand up her leg to her inner thigh. The mermaid wavered when she felt his hand, his fingertips tapping the fabric of her underwear, a set she set aside for tonight. A sigh left her lips as she leaned forward, forehead resting on his shoulder and both hands by his waist. She felt his free arm wrap itself around her waist and pull her closer, if possible, as to prevent her from squirming away while he caressed her. Her heart started to thump and she knew that he knew; it was impossible not to feel it when their bodies were this close. The mermaid could not be sure, for her senses were starting to fail on her as he pressured his fingers between her legs, but he said something. When she looked up to him, however, the only two things she perceived were his mischievous smile and how uneven his breath was starting to sound. She would have said something in protest, after all, she was the one being played with and he was the one starting to pant. Yet before she could do anything, the pianist slipped his fingers into her panties and let his fingertips run through her folds. She grasped onto his blazer and bit her lip, but it was of no use because what was to be heard should be heard. A soft moan rolled out her mouth against his neck. Then, she heard him, almost as if he had spoken with no restrains.
F-Fuck…please…
The elevator doors opened and, then, they were in their bedroom. How they got from point a to point b is not something she can remember clearly. Unfortunately, the mermaid recalled how he pulled back his hands from her. Yet she had no time to protest about him doing so, for he kissed her so passionately that she forgot how to breathe. From that moment on, she had fragmented thoughts. The entering code, the shoes, the cats’ toys. It was not until they reached the bedroom that she broke the kiss and looked at him. Disheveled hair, an unbuttoned shirt, and a soon-to-be-undone belt. But it was how he looked back at her that turned her on, that had her feeling and telling that there’s no other person and no other place she’d rather be than with him. “God, Jaehwan.” She walked towards him completely overtaken by him. Her hands reached out his chest and moved up to his shoulders and under his shirt until he was no longer wearing it. The piece of clothing fell on the ground and seconds later so did her dress. “You make it hard to breathe.” It would have been redundant to say she was breathless, yet no other way of describing her was possible. She led him, step by step, to his their bed. When he fell with his back on the mattress, she climbed on top of him. Under her, he grew hard.
Her hands worked diligently while undoing his belt, so she was able to gaze at him while doing so. It was impossible not to when he looked this beautiful. Yet if she spent a second looking and admiring his body, she would be able to outline the scars he got from previous injuries and the wounds from new ones. Old or new, it didn’t matter. She would scold him all the same nonetheless. Right after kissing each one of them. The belt was undone and, in a matter of seconds, she was tugging his trousers and brief boxers down. Yet as sexy as this moment could have been, she still had to grasp the fine art of undressing him alone. So she spared him a bashful look, a quiet request for him to help her with his clothes. And he complied. He sat up and kicked his clothes away as one of his hands moved down to gripe her butt and the other moved up to brush away the locks of hair from her neck. He looked even more gorgeous when this close. For a moment, she shivered but then again, the mermaid had always been like a house of cards when with him; the gentlest blow would have her crumbling down. It was when she felt his length under her panties that she realized he was overdressed. Well, when compared to him, that is. He, however, didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, he looked like he was savoring the moment. Good. She aimed to please and pleased was what he seemed to be as he turned her body into his wonderland.
If any of them was to pay attention to something but one another, they would have sensed how dense the room’s environment was growing. Soft groans got lost between kisses and into each other’s skins but those that wouldn’t…she hoped to give no explanations to anyone the next morning. The mermaid remained on top of him but not for long. In a moment, she laid under him with her dark hair framing her face and shoulders. “I want you.” Now and forever. “Jaehwan, please, I want you…” Her voice quivered. She was a mess and it was his fault. He must have thought the same, for before she could say anything else he was kissing her, burning every inch of her skin with his lips. Her neck, her breasts, and her core. When he reached the hem of her underwear, he got rid of the piece in a swift move, leaving her exposed. She would have felt embarrassed if not wanting to know what he was going to do next. The mermaid dared to spare him a glance and what she saw had her snickering. Behind those disheveled bangs, Jaehwan was looking at her with a sparkle in his eyes that had her knowing that whatever he was going to do, Kyungri was going to love it. He definitely knew how to play her just right.
“When your eyes met mine,
my soul pointed at you
and whispered to my heart --
him.”
to ( @lxtent ) / ( @ityasaarii ), happy birthday !! thank you for these two amazing years together. for all the scenarios, for all the heart-breaking moments, for all the conversations. but above all thank you for being the amazing and beautiful you !!
