#dhystopia

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 he didn't talk during their ride back home ; just sniffled , wiped his cheeks sometimes and stared outside the window . tried his best to ignore kwan’s tense and impatient questions regarding his health . . eating in the kitchen all on his own , ignoring all the girls and boys that stared at him all night ; obviously ready to be devoured by the handsome , mysterious man han brought with himself . and now he's helplessly , fiercely worrying about his wellbeing . everything in the list is checked , a list of how to pierce your way right into jung han’s wounded heart . they left the party despite his friend's distaste — mad that he couldn't show kwan his new pair of jean shorts and tank top . han isn't even sure kwan saw the first outfit he wore . the car stops , they enter his apartment . & finally , han's hand curls around kwan's arm . a halt in their steps , the older one backed against a wall . han was told he has big , bambi eyes , the ones that you can only find in the old books of goryo ; sad , beautiful , big eyes . minjae had gotten him a giant painting just because the prince's eyes looked exactly like his – they're red , wet , staring deep into kwan's soul . then he quietly whispers ; ❛ i love you . . . ❜  gaze drops to kwan's parted lips , eyes close as he leans in to peck them . the apartment is still dark , the door is half closed . ❛ i love you . ❜ / @dhystopia

    * shippy starter call. accepting

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 it didn't take him long to realize that he loved being wrapped around suho’s arms , didn't take long to cancel his meetings to sit in suho’s little apartment and drink the coffee he makes . though usually , it doesn't take him long to crawl atop suho's lap and curl up . eunsa has long legs , he's always been a tall child . though too thin to be considered a threat , wealth and fame can keep you safe for so long until maybe a demon comes and shakes everything up . his arms are around suho’s neck , he's talking about the plot of the movie they're watching but eunsa is paying attention to the lilt of his soft voice . eunsa rests his temple against suho's , looks down at the collar of the man's shirt he was toying with before he mumbles ; ❛ do you think bad people stay in this world after they die . . . ❜  a soft frown appears on pale face , shifting slightly to get even closer to him . as if his arms could keep him safe from all the horrors of the world , his fingers mindlessly twirl the hair on the back of suho's neck as he steals another peck . plump lips against his cheekbone , eyes closed . ❛ what if there's no heaven ? i'm only angel in this world . . yeah ? ❜ / @dhystopia

    * starter call for legna. accepting

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“  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” / kwan @ han

 it's a rainy morning , maybe that's why they both slept in . not that he had anywhere to go , not that he preferred any other place than this warm bed — kwan turns out to be a cuddler . a shocking discovery indeed , against all odds , he wraps around han like a clingy koala and he's glad it's a comparably cold morning so the warmth doesn't practically irritate him . in fact , the lack of it causes han to frown in discomfort before he recognizes the alarm's sound . then follows kwan’s lazy threat , mumbled against his shoulder . ❛ well , unlike you , i have a job . ❜  he's mumbling right back , not shaken by the moodiness of his moody lover early in the morning . one arm reaches out to touch his phone screen , turning off the alarm so he can turn around and face kwan . lower than his taller body , han’s hair tickles his lips and chin when he nuzzles his neck instead and wraps his arms around kwan’s torso . his nightly restlessness must have resulted in him turning his back to kwan somewhere in the middle of the night but he makes up for it by laying a kiss on the red head’s neck . he smiles with closed eyes . ❛ but i'm not going today . . . minjae can suck it . ❜

     * morning after. accepting

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 ❛ stop — ❜  his warning , his request doesn't follow the way his lips part in a soft chuckle when his lover kisses the expanse of his neck ; head tilted for more space , eyes closing as he stops cleaning the glasses to try to elbow kija on his side . not really , not roughly . ❛ i'm doing your job right now , try to be respectful . i don't pay you to walk around this place and be pretty for the costumers . ❜  well it seems , the costumer came here to view the guy's beauty rather than anything . minjae turns around to give him a proper kiss , tastes the lingering scent of the smoothie he had a few minutes ago , wrapping his arms around the taller one's neck with a soft , long hum that turns to his lazy words in the end ; ❛ i should fire you . ❜ / @dhystopia

     * starter call.

[pctaldrunk]

"...Sometimes people leave you halfway through the wood. Do not let it grieve you - no one leaves for good. You are not alone. No one is alone."

@dhystopia liked for a lyric starter !

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  if he could just put this bowl of freshly picked berries on dongfang's bed before the lord woke up , it'd save him the embarrassment of walking back to his room blindly . just a few hours till his nightly dose of punishment . but the door opens , and xingchen immediately turns around with his hands behind himself . white attire spinning elegantly in the light breeze coming from the open window — he allows a soft smile . ❛ oh . . . i sneaked into your room again . i'm leaving . please eat the berries , it's good for your health . ❜ / @dhystopia

     * starter call. accepting

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rushed and desperate,  messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom.  / tae & jiwoon

 he's irresistible , he was looking way too good with glistening arms and breathy smiles on his lips that jiwoon couldn't spare a few braincells to actually listen what he was talking about ; and isn't is a miracle he's not getting nosebleeds or dizzy ? no , instead he's shoving tae inside their shared hotel room , hungrily staring into his eyes when he takes his shirt off with a bold move . jiwoon isn't a particularly extroverted lover , you can't quite expect him to voice what he craves and needs but showing it ? he can do that , he's carrying the visuals of nospin , and he's one of the main dancers of the group . their kiss is not too long , but it's deep enough to draw a satisfying groan from his taller lover , jiwoon licking his lips wantonly . tae tries to whisper that they should probably get to the bedroom and the bed , but jiwoon isn't listening and he's sure tae doesn't care either . because they do end up on the couch , with jiwoon’s boxers hanging from around his ankle , hooked above each of tae's thighs ; he feels the rough fabric drag against his ankles and the curve of his ass as he rides tae . he's not even taken his damp top off the older one , just scrunched the fabric in his fist and held it under tae's neck as he eagerly moves up and down . quickly , like he's chasing the last speck of pleasure that he's afraid he'll miss , bouncing on his lap with eager moans — long fingers run through his dark locks to push them away from his flushed face as he arches her back and tilts his head up with closed eyes . his breaths stutter , a brief whimper could be heard between them as he grips tae's shoulder with his free hand . this is heaven , waiting for seung and jiho to acknowledge his presence and stop making out in the studio was quite frustrating but the attire tae chose today wasn't helping with his fake path to purity . who cares ? he was having fun ; rolling up and down tae's impressive length . he slows down , his trembling breaths escape from plump lips as he finally locks eyes with the other man . slowly , he sinks back on tae , sits on his lap with his member fully inside him . ❛ does it feel good . . . ? ❜  he whispers softly , with a timbre more tender than the spring breeze that comes inside the room from their open window . if anyone was out on their balcony , they probably heard jiwoon's pleased moans . his walls clench around tae , as he winces slightly , shifts his hips with very small movements to get comfortable as he purrs ; ❛ is it better than carrying all those stupid speakers ? hm ? ❜

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“  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” / wwx @ wangji 🤭

   lan wangji's passion , sometimes got out of hand .

 it would be less troubling for wei ying in the morning if he tried to at least warn wangji ; subtle words , even a pat on his arm would be enough . but the last time he paused when wei ying breathlessly told him enough , it earned him a quite frightening glare from the man under him . the yilling laozu himself , who told wangji to stop because it was overwhelming . soon he realizes that wei ying liked it this way . but that didn't stop him from whining about it in the morning , not that wangji complained . though it worried him to an extent .

 his hand is gentle upon wei ying's forehead , brushing away some messy strands from pretty face ; tired , barely able to keep his eyes open . his thumb brushes against wei ying s lashes too . he's naked just as wei ying is , frowning softly at his lover's pained grunt when he mumbles his discomfort . quietly , he shifts between wei ying's lean legs , lays his tender pecks upon scarred flesh . on his cheek , on one of the deep red marks on wei ying's thin neck . the covers were shielding their nudity from the sunlight ; albeit dull , he's glad it'll rain in the mountains today . they don't have much to do unless hanguang-jun's expected to train with the disciples . there are ugly scars on his back , disfigured patches of flesh on strong shoulder blades as he sits up to take a bottle of oil . the gentle pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows and the roof , he pushes the covers away . one of wei ying’s legs is placed on wangji's lap , gaze cast downward as he opens the lid of the bottle . ❛ wei ying . where does it hurt , exactly ? ❜  curling the leg , raising it to kiss the side of his knee . the beauty whose legs are on either sides of hanguang-jun's lap , still not quite awake it seems . wangji can't help his small smile . ❛ you didn't tell me to slow down . ❜

     * morning after. accepting