“you are very endearing when you’re half asleep.” + yongguk 🙏🏻
Honestly, this has death written all over it and I’m h e r e for it :)
His eyes were glued to her the entire night, following her every move through the dim lights and between each cup that left and entered her grasp. It made sense, then, when he ended up taking the spot next to her on the back porch in the cool night air.
“You know, if you don’t cover up you’ll freeze.” Y/N pointed out, her finger stabbing the exposed skin of Yongguk’s knee before looking up at him with glassy eyes. Her face was rather serious, but Yongguk couldn’t hold back the smile as he nodded at her. “I’m not lying, Guk. You’ll freeze and become trapped in an ice cube. What am I supposed to do with an ice cube Guk?”
“I don’t know, Y/N. I’m sure you’d find some use for me.” He chuckled again as she nodded. Her head lightly collided with his shoulder after a few minutes, her arms wrapping around his as they watched their breath fog up the air in front of their faces. “You know, you’re very endearing when you’re half asleep.”
“That’s a word I know, but it’s so big right now I don’t know it.” Y/N mumbled out, her cheek pressing further into his arm as her eyes drooped even more. Yongguk didn’t try to hide his smile, shaking his head the slightest bit as he shifted to pick Y/N up and carry her to his car.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you again when you’re sober. One day.” Yongguk whispered to himself, sighing as his thoughts ran wild with the ‘what if’s of the future.
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So I was bored last night and was pestering @fae-hyun for prompts and she handed me a skydive au and I ended up running with it.... I may have gone a little too far.
"Show me what that dirty mouth would do" Yongguk please
I am so sorry for this mess, I still hope you like it, though!
“You’re not getting anything out of me.” Yongguk couldn’t hold back the smile that graced his bloody face, a laugh spilling from his split lips. His eyes trailed up the body of the man clutching the bat tightly, the once shiny wood now splattered with blood. With Yongguk’s blood.
“You’re just making things harder for yourself and for me, kid. Just tell us what we want to know before Johnny here knocks your teeth in for good.” A voice from behind him sighed, the smell of a cigarette being lit making Yongguk scrunch his nose slightly. He hung his head once more, a sigh leaving his body before he looked up at the man holding the bat.
“Fine, come here.” Yongguk whispered, letting his tongue swipe across his lips as the man inched closer. Raising a brow, Yongguk motioned the best he could for the man to get even closer before his face was right in front of Yongguk’s. “Eat shit, you fat fuck.” Yongguk spit in the man’s face, blood mixing with his saliva across his face.
“You piece of shit!” Johnny screamed, lifting the bat and delivering a harsh blow that knocked Yongguk to the side. Only a laugh escaped Yongguk as Johnny wiped his face clean. The voice from earlier only sighed before exiting the room, only to return a moment later in front of Yongguk.
“Boss ain’t going to like this, you know. You’re giving us a hard time. Should’ve made this easy on yourself.” Yongguk looked up, a smirk making it’s way onto his face as he eyed the rather tall, raven haired girl. The cigarette perched between her red lips was pulled delicately away and sat in between her fore finger and middle finger in such a way it was clear she came from money, and held power among these men. She carefully crouched down to his level, taking a drag from the cigarette before blowing the smoke in his face. “Be a doll and just tell me before the boss gets here, will you?”
“You can eat my shit, bitch.” Yongguk enunciated his words, watching the raven haired girl nod once before standing back up and walking back around him to open the door. Heels clicking delicately against the floor confused Yongguk, his eyes widening when a pair of black heels appeared in front of him. He followed them up, bare legs on display with a short skirt and low top. Red lipstick, painted onto sinful lips Yongguk couldn’t help picturing doing other activities far away from here. “They didn’t tell me they were going to give me a last meal, how generous.”
“Save it, smart ass.” Her reply was quick, making Yongguk chuckle as her heel came up to press against his chest. She pushed him back against the pillar behind him, forcing his face up so his eyes met hers. “Tell me where you hid it and I might spare your life.”
“Now, that wouldn’t be fun, would it? Listen, princess, let me show you a good time, you can show me a good time. Why don’t you show me what that dirty mouth would do?”
Yongguk smirked as her foot dropped from his chest, face breaking out into a smile as she laughed at his remark. When she sighed, however, Yongguk was doubled over gasping for air as her heeled foot met his ribs in a hard kick. As he coughed, blood trickling and pooling slightly on the floor, she crouched in front of him before letting her fingers tangle in his hair. Jerking his head, she forced his eyes back onto hers and he found himself smirking again at the fire in her cold eyes.
“Say that again, and I’ll have Johnny rip your fucking tongue out and make you choke on it.” She let him go, standing up and wiping her hand on her skirt before meeting the raven haired girl’s eyes behind him. “Have Rey move him to my office. I want to have a chat with him later.”
“Will do, boss.” She responded and watched the other leave, the door slamming shut before she appeared in front of Yongguk again. He watched her, lips turning up into a smile before she carefully put out the cigarette into his arm. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch, sweetheart.”
“And the fun was just getting started.” Yongguk fake whined as he was hauled up, the raven haired girl letting out a laugh as the door closed behind Yongguk and he was escorted to an office not far from where he’d been held. The man leading him, Rey, dropped him harshly into a chair before stepping back out of the room altogether.
“Look, you’ve wasted my time enough and having you dead is doing no one any good. So, why don’t we work something you, hm?” Yongguk watched her lean across her desk, a brow raised in question before she pressed on. “You give me what I want, I give you what you want.”
“You don’t have anything I want, unless you’re talking about you. That, I could work for.” Yongguk winked at her, watching her sigh as she leaned back into her chair. She pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head slightly before resuming her previous position.
“If you want your friends to see the light of tomorrow, you’ll do as I say, tell me what I want, and that’s that.” Yongguk could feel his heart speed up, eyes widening as she smirked and leaned back comfortably in her chair. “There we go, I’ve hit the spot. So, Yongguk, do we have a deal?”
His mind raced with possibilities, all of them ending on the only option to keep everyone safe. With a sigh, he let his head hang as he glared at his lap. “Fine, it’s a deal.”
“Great, I’m glad to do business with you, Yongguk. Can’t wait to see you again.” He looked up, watching her flash him a wink before he was being dragged out of the room once again, mind racing with worries and a twisted feeling of lust for the red lipped fiend that surely broke a rip or two with just a kick.
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Thank you so much for the last one!! How about “you have know idea how much you mean to me.” also with yongguk? I'm so soft for this man lately :')
I totally feel, the soft is too hard to fight.
The sheets draped over your body haphazardly, your eyes closed as you let the warmth of the morning wash over you. Even as the sheets moved as the body next to you shifted, your eyes remained closed and you soaked in the distant sounds of the crashing waves.
“I know you’re awake.” You half sang, a smile creeping onto your face as one of his arms came to drape across your waist, tucking the sheet underneath you before pulling your body close to his. A giggle escaped you, eyes finally opening to meet his as your noses gently touched each other. “Good morning.”
“It is a good morning.” His voice, raspy as always, sent a chill down your spine before he was pressing a kiss to your cheek. He let his head fall back to the pillow, eyes on you as you propped yourself up to watch him. “Something wrong?”
You couldn’t hold back the small giggle as Yongguk let his brows raise, soon furrowing as you gently reached out to touch his cheek. He didn’t object, smiling endearingly at you as you let your fingers lightly dance across his face. When they reached his jaw, you gave a content sigh before letting your own head fall onto the other pillow.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me.” You whispered, watching his eyes widen slightly before a smile took over his face. Without warning, he was soon hovering over you, hands on your waist as he peppered kisses all over your face.
“You’re too cheesy sometimes, love.” He whispered, letting his forehead rest against. “You mean the world and more to me, and nothing can change that.” He mumbled, his lips brushing yours before he finally closed the small distance between the two of you completely, trapping you in a kiss that you didn’t mind one bit.
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" Come here and kiss me" b.a.p youngjae please i love you
Oh my gosh, I love you too, anon! I hope you like this, I’m sorry I don’t know Youngjae all too well and @packetofsuga had to like, tell me about his personality more BUT, I still hope this was good!
The soft glow from the screen cascaded across your face as you watched the video on the small screen of your phone, a smile etched into your features at the man shuffling around on the other side.
“I can’t find my slipper.” Youngjae half whined, looking from his phone to the once neat suitcase. A sigh slipped past your lips as you watched him searching, biting your lip as his whining continued. “You haven’t seen it, have you Y/N?”
“I’m not there to see it, Youngjae. Did you check all the pockets in your suitcase?” Your voice was soft, but it still pulled his attention to his phone, his lips forming a small ‘o’ as the thought crossed his mind finally. He set his phone down, the camera now facing the white ceiling of the room. It took him seconds later before his smiling face was filling the screen, the slipper in question right by his cheek. “I was right, wasn’t I?”
“At least I knew it was in my suitcase.” Youngjae huffed but it was replaced by a warm smile as he watched you giggle before attempting to stifle a yawn. He frowned slightly, head tilting the slightest bit as he tried to think of the time where you were. “Isn’t it late, love?”
“Yeah, but I want to talk to you. I miss you.” Your voice fell into a whisper toward the end, teeth biting onto the inside of your cheek as you watched Youngjae sigh and fall onto the fluffy looking hotel bed. Silence fell over the two of you, both of you just taking in the other’s face. You wanted to memorize each other, commit each little flaw to memory. “I miss you a lot.”
“I miss you too, Y/N. Come here and kiss me. I won’t sleep well without your kisses.” Youngjae half whined, a pout on his face but it soon turned serious as he sighed and let his head rest on the pillow. “I’ll buy your ticket and everything, love. Just say you’ll come to me.”
“Youngjae, I can’t. I have classes.” You whispered and your heart hurt but he knew, Youngjae understood. He promised to come back to visit during a break or something, he wanted to see you.
Pressing the red button after another two minutes of declaring your love for each other, you set your phone down next to you, eyes wandering over to the empty space beside you that was too cold. It was the first of many nights filled with tears and longing for his warmth next to you once again, his kisses peppering your face in the morning.
To feel his love across your skin and not through the screen of your phone. And you knew Youngjae felt the same across the world in his hotel room, sighing as he closed his eyes and pictured you in his arms, asleep and filling his chest with a warmth he couldn’t find in anyone else.
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The whispers are caught between blue shadows on a lukewarm day, neither here nor there.
“Her Majesty looks as beautiful as always.”
“Perhaps. The wound on her face does nothing to hinder her beauty.”
“Did she ever say, how she got that injury?”
Silence. You hear the girls shuffle closer together, and unwillingly you lean forward, straining to hear what they’ll say as you tighten your hold on the marble column you hide behind.
“A guard told me Her Majesty lost it in battle. She was protecting one of the knights.”
“As expected.” The other girl’s voice is filled with blind admiration. “Her Majesty is so brave.”
Your hands fall from the column to tighten on the training sword resting at your hip as you turn away. You don’t have time to listen to this.
—-
The next time you hear it mentioned again is when your friends are drunk.
The fire crackles, sparks jumping wildly. Your friends are chatting loudly. One has their arms swing casually over your shoulder as you sway with your head tilted to see the stars spinning above you, your grip on the bottle loose.
A friend raises her cup, the wine sloshing out a little from the jostling. “To our Queen,” she declares to her friends, the campfire, the world beyond, “who sacrificed much for our success in battle.”
“Yes!” your friend roars beside you, the volume making you wince away. “Sacrificed an eye to the goddess of war for us. May Her Majesty live a long, blessed life!”
You cheer and drink what’s left in the bottle in your hand, and don’t remember their words until the next morning.
—-
The rumours are not always good.
“She’s a nasty one, that Queen of yours,” a merchant says when he notices the emblem on your uniform. He looks at you the way one would look at a decomposing corpse on the side of the road, flies buzzing around the body until finally it is collected to be thrown into a mass grave.
(Because at that point the body is no longer a person, the body is an ‘it’.)
Your friend arches a brow. “And what do you mean by that?” She settles a hand, too deliberate to be casual, on the hilt of her sword.
The merchant follows the movement with his eyes and gulps, a small, panicked thing. “Nothing,” he says flippantly in an attempt to be off-hand. “But they say she fought with her eldest sister for the throne. They say after her eldest sister took out her eye, Your ‘Majesty’ had her killed in battle.” He spits at your feet defiantly, before packing up shop and leaving.
Your friend wrinkles her nose in disgust. “There’s no way that’s true. She loved her sister so much.”
You nod in agreement. Sometimes rumours are just that—rumours.
—-
It is not often that the Queen makes an appearance during a training session. You haven’t dared to look at her just yet - you’re busy drilling a hole into the ground with your stare as you bow until she commands you all to rise, sweat soaking your back as the midday sun beats upon it.
She cuts an impressive figure, standing before all of you with an air of authority. Her clothes are casual yet the cut of the cloth of the look of it, and perhaps the way she holds herself, still makes her look regal in it; a clean white shirt tucked carefully into loose brown pants. Her eyepatch is the only thing that looks particularly fancy, embroidered so that there appears to be a white rose on it that matches with the shirt.
“It’s not everyday I get to see our kingdom’s future soldiers,” she says, her gaze laying on each of them in turn, and you find that her eyes landing on yours is hotter than the sun itself, and you only allow yourself to breathe once she’s moved to the next soldier. “I have duties to attend to, which doesn’t leave me much time to see your progress. But I am here today, and I am looking forward to watching - and maybe even participating in—“ This causes a few of the soldiers to look at each other, in varying states of fear, excitement and dread “—your training today.”
And she really does participate in the training, weaving through people, offering advice here and there. Adjusting the hold on a spear, the foot-stance of a soldier - until she’s standing in front of you, and you force your hands to still, your shoulders to sink. Relax.
“Ready?” she says with a vicious grin, nothing you’ve ever seen before, at least not on her, twirling the spear in her hands like it weighs nothing. She attacks without waiting for your response.
You’re knocked onto your back in seconds, breathless. It all happened so fast.
She offers a hand, calloused from training and battle. “Seem a little distracted today,” she says teasingly.
You breathe out, easing into a stance, adjusting to hers. Fighting, after all, is just another type of dance, as your friend said, and you need to know your partner to follow through.
(He was also dreadfully drunk and joking when he said that, though.)
“Again,” you say.
Her Majesty moves like a swift river and strikes with the force of a mountain. It’s difficult to keep up, especially when her movements are so unorthodox - you thought her movements would be more like the other soldiers as she was taught by the best of generals in the army, but she moves at her own pace, changes directions at a whim like a candlelight flickering in the wind, and you’re just trying to keep up as she puts you through your paces.
The two of you practice like that for a while. You still get knocked off your feet, but the fights lengthen every time you get up again, and she grins at you, pleased, every time you raise your sword.
Her Majesty, you think, is way too fucking pleased in this situation when you’re suffering.
The sun is starting to set when she finally stops.
“I think we’re done for today,” she says, breathless, and you almost collapse at the words, but that would be embarrassing so instead you drive your sword into the ground and lean on it, your legs wobbling. “This was a nice training session, don’t you think?”
“Your Majesty is certainly skilled,” you manage to fumble out as you try to remember how to inhale air into your lungs again.
She hums. “With some more practice, as will you. Try and focus more on the battle at hand, instead of the ones in your mind.” She winks at you.
(Is it a wink or a blink? She only has one eye.)
“I’ll try,” you say. And then, before you can stop yourself, “Is it...is it true you lost your eye in battle?”
She appraised you and you shift, wincing at the overworked muscles and bruises that scream with the movement. “What do you think?”
“I think...” You sift through what you’ve heard - the list grows steadily longer each day - and pull the most unlikely rumour out. “You lost your eye when you got in a fight with one of your tutors.” She laughs, but you continue. “Your tutor got frustrated and threw a book at you, and that’s how you lost your eye.”
“Then it must have been a very sharp book!” she says, and clears her throat. “No. I’m afraid the truth is much simpler than that.” She smiles. “There was a man on the sidewalk. He was blind, and begging for money. So I gave him one eye, in exchange for a story”
“Really?”
She shrugs. “The truth is what you want to believe.”
She leaves after that with nothing but a small, secretive smile as you mull over her words.
People will remember her for her fierceness in battle, her willingness to sacrifice everything for her kingdom.
You might be the only one who will remember her for her kindness. And somehow, it doesn’t feel that bad. Because no matter how many rumours there are, you’ll remember her for this.
YoOOOooooOOOoooooooOO “you belong to me.” with yongguk uhhh njaeripDSKJ
You’re literally going to kill me I swear to g o d.
“Such a pretty little angel you are, huh?” The masked man gripped your face harshly, pulling it toward his to give you a kiss. Without missing a beat, you quickly spit in his face, only to get a harsh slap in return as the man wiped your spit from his face. “You fucking brat. Wait until DeAngelo gets here, he’ll fucking wreck you-”
“Touch her again, and you’ll get worse than DeAngelo.” The masked man spun on his heel, reaching for his belt as he opened his mouth to yell for someone but it was slow motion, watching Yongguk easily put a bullet through his head before the man could even finish his call for help. The man easily fell in front of you, blood pooling quickly as Yongguk stepped over his body and crouched in front of you. “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing.”
“You don’t need me, just kill me.” You gritted through your teeth, tugging on the cable ties as Yongguk let his eyes wander up and down your body, head tilting before he glanced back toward the entrance where several other men followed him.
“Junhong, come untie the princess for me, we’re taking her back to the castle.” He smirked as Junhong easily made his way over to where Yongguk was still crouched, whistling as he looked over you before going back to untie the cable ties. Yongguk carefully reached out, touching your cheek gently and smirking when you flinched away from his touch. “Don’t be shy, princess. There’s worse fates I could give you.”
“Why don’t you, huh? What good am I to you?” You glared at Yongguk as Junghong finally undid your ties, lifting you up and easily placing a pair of handcuffs in their place. Yongguk only smirked at you, his fingers carefully playing with some of your hair before his dark eyes met yours, the coldness deep within them sending a chill up your spine.
“Because, princess, you belong to me.” Your mouth fell open at his words, a laugh escaping him as Junhong pushed you to move toward the exit, Yongguk’s words embedding themselves into your brain already as you stepped over the masked man’s cold body. You belonged to him now.
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The sun has only just fallen from its zenith when Azure causes a riot, yelling, "I'm going to die! Someone prepare my funeral!"
He slams open the doors to the training area. All around, people are sparring, paired off in different places. The smell of sweat and yelling fills the area, echoing until it reaches the open ceiling, clouds floating overhead in a sky slowly turning orange.
Meredith pauses in between battle to glance at Azure in bewilderment. Orion, their sparring partner, stops mid swing to drop his stance. They watch as Azure begins pacing in front of them, pulling at his hair and muttering under his breath.
"So...what happened?" Meredith asks slowly.
"He exists," Orion mutters. "I think that's enough to drive the poor boy mad."
"I can hear you, y'know!" Azure yells, voice echoing through the training area. "And no, that's not the problem," he adds. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, distress clear in his eyes. "It's just," he says, voice tapering into a sigh, "problems. My father."
Azure and his father weren't exactly on the best terms. Actually, they weren't even on the same page. They had different views, ones that constantly opposed each other. Since Azure was young, his father has been dictating what he should be doing with his life, planning his son's future. He'd never stopped to consider that his son might have wanted something else from the life he was born into.
Azure didn't want the life his father wanted. He wanted excitement, freedom, acceptance. Instead, he received boredom, chained down by his upbringing, words falling upon deaf ears.
In the end, he has to follow his father's orders. It's a requirement; his father may not have his best interests at heart, but he puts the lives of his people first. Azure respects that. That doesn't mean he has to like it, though.
"It's not that bad, actually," Azure says. "But there's a 100% chance of me embarrassing myself in front of the Ever Crest royalty, so there's that, too."
Meredith raises an eyebrow. "How about some context here, buddy."
"Right." He pauses for a moment, before launching into a quick explanation. "There's gonna be a celebration at Ever Crest, and this time the king wants me to go." The king. Not even his dad. "It's the regular old people formal stuff, but since the king won't be going, I won't be able to get out of talking with the royalty. Or dancing." He shudders.
"That sounds...fun," Orion says, not quite believing what he says himself. "What's the celebration?"
Azure shrugs. "Probably the king's birthday, or something? Or maybe one of his children, which sucks for them."
"It doesn't sound that bad," Meredith says lightly after Azure falls silent. "You just have to be there, say something inspirational, dance, and then that's it! Isn't that easy?" They smile lightly.
"Actually, there's a few problems with that." Azure gulps, then chuckles humourlessly, smile too flat to seem genuine. "I can't fulfill two of the three requirements you just said."
Orion ticks off the list on his fingers, then glances at Azure, who at least appears abashed. "We know you can make it there, so you're telling us you can't...say a speech? To congratulate the kingdom, or whatever?"
"Don't forget that he can't dance," Meredith mutters under their breath, and Orion stifles a groan of frustration. Meredith moves back, hands raised defensively. "Well," they say, disappointment in their voice but eyes glittering something wicked, "I can't help you with either of those, buuuut—" they wave a hand at Orion "I'm sure Orion here can help you to dance! I'll be going now, just getting an audience—I mean, our friends." They cough not-so-discreetly, sliding away from the two. They duck behind a railing, and then they're gone.
Azure blinks. Turns to Orion.
"What just happened?" he asks, and Orion doesn't bother stifling the sigh that makes its way through him. At this moment, all he wants is to sink into the ground and disappear.
"Aren't you a prince?" Orion says, reaching up to tug his hair tie out and tie his hair up again, straining to catch the short strands and gather them into a bundle. "Shouldn't you know how to do standard ballroom dancing?"
Azure stutters awkwardly. "About that," he says, averting his eyes when Orion looks up at him. "When I was younger, I kinda...didn't go to those lessons? They didn't seem fun, and I—see, they seemed really boring and stiff, and I didn't think I would actually have to do it, y'know? So..." He trails off, running through a hand through his hair, brightening instantly with hope when his eyes land on Orion again. "....Do you know? How to. Dance, I mean."
Orion stops another sigh from running through his body again. Typical, free spirited prince Azure, unwilling to obey his father's orders when he didn't see the sense in them. And now, years later, the orders he should've followed are pushed onto Orion. And he has to deal with the mess afterwards that was left unattended.
Orion's not in the mood, yet here he is, leading Azure to the back of the training area, a place surrounded by trees with no people. The air is humid, clinging to Orion, causing his clothes and hair to stick to his skin. The dirt ground is mostly clear of debris, weak sunlight shining through the trees onto it. He breathes in, out, then turns around to face Azure, who's a combination of eagerness, doubt, and fear at the moment.
"Okay." Orion says, and Azure stands up straighter as he addresses him. "What do you know about ballroom dancing?"
Azure frowns, pensive. "It's in pairs, and the steps...not a lot of steps, I think. And there's a lot of spinning...?"
"It depends, really," Orion says when Azure shrugs after a moment. "There's a lot of different types, and I think it depends on what kind of place they're dancing in. Since you'll be with royalty, you'll probably be doing the Viennese waltz." He folds his sleeves up as he continues. "There's likely some dance there that I won't know, something that originates from there, but if there is, I don't know it. This is the only thing I can teach you that you'll need."
Orion guides him through the steps, first with proper posture, then positioning. Azure seems a bit too nervous for anything when Orion starts moving, directing him with soft pushes and pulls. The hand on his waist too tight, and he tells Azure so.
"Sorry," Azure says, and Orion can practically see the worry and dizziness he's feeling.
"When is it?"
Azure blinks. "When is what?"
"The celebration. When do you have to leave?"
"Oh. That. I...think I have three days. I think."
Orion suppresses a sigh of frustration.
"Whatever," he mutters, then snaps his fingers under Azure's nose. "Listen up. By the end of this, you're gonna be so tired of dancing you won't be able to walk. Got it?"
"Yes?" Azure gulps.
"And before you say you didn't sign up for this torture," he continues, "remember that you asked me for this."
"Of course." Azure's beginning to look woozy. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the expectation of what's to come.
Behind a tree, Meredith and a few others stare at the pair.
"Meredith," Amethyst whispers, "I think you just sentenced Azure to death."
