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"Don't chase the rabbit"

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse willbe shown a random memory from my muse's past.

❝ We can still have some fun without me actually being there. Just listen to my voice; use your hands and think of me, ❞ he whispered softly through the phone.

Perhaps he was out of line to be acting out so daringly. It normally wasn't like him to behaving so lewdly, especially with someone who was a colleague of his at the National Intelligence Service. Going against his better judgment he gave into the drunken bliss and fell into temptation. He did not want to hold back anymore than he already has.

Consequences be damned.

Several exchanges were made between him and Hyerim. Some were more intimately detailed than others. Gikwang said things he normally wouldn’t say. Things he would not dare say if he wasn’t under the influence of alcohol. In a way, he became a different person so to speak. The twenty-four year old became bolder in his words and more assertive in what he wants. Was it for the better or for worse? That was debatable.

A cold sweat glistened his body as he tossed and turned in bed. Soft moans could be heard in between his exchanges and his actions. ❝ Fuck... ❞ he slowly drawled in a rough pant. The sensation he was feeling was far to much. He had lost himself in the pleasure of his sexual fantasy with the woman on the other line.

❝ You're so tight, Hyerim-ah. So... fucking tight. ❞

Pumping his hand harder, he increased in speed, giving into the primitive nature of his lustful desires. The only thing he wanted now was his release. The sound of his heavy breathing and erratic groans echoed throughout his room and over the phone. His moans intensified as the pleasure finally overcame him like a tidal wave crashing down.

He had finally reached the blissful climax.

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hverxm replied to your post: I want the K.

[/No hush, mun and muse definitely aren't worth crying over!]

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I want the K.

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse. > Secret Message Kiss.

Well, making out hadn’t been his top priority for this day but did he mind? Hardly, since otherwise he wouldn’t hesitate to pull away.

His slender fingers were weaving through her hair as their mouths kept on dancing in a rhythm that only they could understand, whilst she was comfortably seated on top of him and casually robbing him of every last bit of sanity with every touch of her fingertips that seemed to set his skin on fire. Junmyeon didn’t think of pushing this any further, especially if she was reluctant which he could and would respect; he was raised to be a gentleman, after all. 

And yet he couldn’t deny that the tension was rising high which left him in a mood that he usually distanced himself from for very good reasons. Still, he was just a man with desires and she was a beautiful woman, so how could he possibly resist?

And still, his kisses got gentler as opposed to the roughness he displayed just a couple of minutes ago. One of Junmyeon’s hands lowered to cup the side of Hyerim’s face before he attempted something entirely new; could he get some kind of message across just by playing with his tongue? 

This time it was her turn to pull away with both curiosity and surprise written over her amiable features.which caused him to grin wholeheartedly at her as their eyes locked.

 ”You’re beautiful. That’s what I was trying to tell you.”

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"Why?"

He wasn’t expecting to receive any visit. Not at that hour and not that person. Jonghyun was still a bit dizzy due to the amount of medicines they gave him and he was refusing to think about what happened the night before. He didn't want to think about that but it kept coming up to his mind. And the fact that he hated hospitals was probably the worst thing for him in that boring white room. 

"Hyerim...what are you doing in here?" With a husky and low voice, the male tried to sit up but immediately regretted his decision on doing so when a sharp pain hit his abdomen, causing him to lay down again with a strong frown. Jonghyun took a deep breath, finally opening his eyes again and stared at the white ceiling. His mind told him to keep quiet, Hyerim didn't need to have not even a small part of his worries yet he didn't want her to go away. 

"Look...just pretend nothing happened, okay? I don't... want to talk about it..."

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"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

“ H-Hyerim.. is that you?” Hearing the sound of her voice she was left astonished; it had been years that she heard her voice and knowing that she was alive it left her speechless. By following the sound of her voice she reached out to place a hand on the other’s cheek, and with that single touch she was still in state of shock. Her lips began to tremble as her eyes began to water, tears had rolled down her cheeks while she caressed the other’s own. “Oh my god, Hyerim.. where have you been? I thought you were gone. I thought someone took you away. I thought..” Choking on her words she slowly pulled the other in for a tight embrace, she sobbed against her shoulder and didn’t wish to let her go.

Hyerim was alive, and that’s all that matters.  

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hverxm replied to your post:Pau.

In fact, I do. I really do. ―Anon.

So, Anon... I think I have a solution for your problem.

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“We’re going to get caught!”

"Not if you stop giggling like a fool!" Despite those slightly harsh words, she couldn’t stop giggling herself, while holding Naeun’s hand and allowing the younger one to lead her to their final destination: Cube Entertainment’s practice room.

Perhaps, just like they concluded a few hours ago, it was a stupid idea. But, they also concluded they needed to take risks, to put themselves out there a bit more; otherwise, life would pass them by, and their youth would end up being completely wasted.

They took careful steps through dark and silent hallways. “Thanks God I look like that Eunji girl. I can’t imagine what would happen if someone caught us.” For a moment, she felt extremely pretty. It was amazing how heavens had blessed all APink’s members with surreal beauty.

“But, are you sure that they practice shirtless?"

Once the air above them was clear again, with no words hovering over it, she could feel her cheeks getting warm. Just the thought of six breathtaking boys―oh, heaven had surely blessed BEAST, too―with absolutely nothing covering their upper body made her blush.

"I don't giggle--" It's a halfhearted protest as her shoulders tremble with the giddy effort to suppress the laughter that threatens to spill out. She squeezes the latter's hand tightly in her own, childishly seeking any form of affection she can get (she's always been like that-- moreso with Hyerim, because she makes her feel....safe?) 

In reality, this entire situation is ridiculous, but she's never been one to sacrifice some innocent fun for the rigor of sensibility. Some days seem to squeeze that excitement out of her, the pressure of perfection and preserving her image in the face of screaming fans and the chaos of it all.  Today, she's perfectly content to throw it away.

"Well, for one, they'd scold me for sneaking someone in--" Though she casts a stern glance at the latter, her words bear no weight.  "Yes, yes.  Though I do think your nose is slightly larger than Ji's--" She stifles her laughter.

"You know, I'll be terribly offended if you decide to fawn over them instead of me-" She pushes her lower lip out at you, then elbows you lightly. "Yes, yes.  At least they did the last time I came over--"

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"Is that why I had roses on my doorstep this morning?" The pen that was embraced by her slim fingers was carefully placed over the notes she was so dearly working on. Her gaze traveled up to his face, and she smiled brightly at him. "You know I like white lilies the best. So, if you’re trying to get my forgiveness, you better get me those. Was it you, though? I mean, the one who sent me flowers. You know I’m not that used to such things." Curiosity crept inside her heart. She was completely clueless about the night they shared a few weeks ago; but she was also clueless about the fact that both of them would end up being haunted by disconnected flashbacks. It only happened a bit earlier for him. “What are you even apologizing for, anyway? Did I miss something?”

'Did she ever tell me she liked white lilies?' he questioned himself, trying to recall that memory with no anvil. 'I thought the florist said most women favored the traditional red roses-- guess Hyerim really isn't like most women then,' he finally concluded. This just goes to show that he 1) wasn't that great when it came to women, 2) profiling a person wasn't his forte, and 3) never trust the word of a florist based on a popular trend. Letting out a barely audible sigh, mostly annoyed that he got it wrong, he wondered what was to happen now. What could he possible do now that they were delivered to her? 'Obviously, nothing, Leeki---'

                       ❝ Take them or leave them, Hyerim-ssi, ❞ he finally shrugged in response.                        ❝ I have this uncanny feeling feeling that I may have caused you some sort                            of inconvienence these past few weeks-- so sorry, ❞ he apologized again.