yearner bf!junmyeon x gn!reader | +0,8 words | sfw
“is that your boyfriend?” your coworker asked, utterly surprised. you were just starting to feel the warmth return to your fingers, huddling over steaming cups of coffee, when your friend nudged you, nodding toward the glass entrance.
junmyeon was standing outside in the biting wind, his nose and ears flushed a bright, painful red, miserable in the cold. in his arms, he clutched a massive, overflowing bucket of flowers.
the snowdrops began to drift down, catching in his hair. you tried to summon the anger from the night before—he’d been glued to his phone, completely ignoring you, making you feel mad enough to lock yourself in the guest room. but the sight of him shivering with that ridiculous bouquet made you involuntarily smile.
you couldn’t find the words to explain to her why he was standing there. flustered, you pushed through the heavy glass doors and stepped outside. the moment junmyeon’s eyes landed on you, he scrambled toward you, moving stiffly from the cold, and he looked like he was about to cry.
junmyeon offered you a massive bucket of flowers. “babe, i’m sorry.” his voice cracked slightly. “i’ve been an idiot.”
you stayed frozen, your hands buried deep in your pockets. the flowers were beautiful, but the anger hadn’t fully evaporated. when you didn’t reach for the bouquet, junmyeon’s eyes widened with a flash of genuine panic, dropping to his knees right there on the salted pavement.
“junmyeon, get up!” you hissed, heating up despite the snow. you could feel your coworker’s gaze, and a few passersby slowed their pace to watch the scene unfold.
“i’m not moving until you forgive me,” he declared, though his teeth were chattering so hard the words barely came out.
“you’re making a scene!” you glanced around frantically. “everyone’s looking at us!”
“let’em look.” he held the bucket up. “i-i’m sorry. i’ll put the phone away. i’ll throw it in the river if you want. just… forgive me, please.”
you grabbed his arm, tugging upward with all your strength, but junmyeon anchored himself to the sidewalk.
“stand up!” you pleaded. “the sidewalk is wet, you’re going to ruin your coat!”
junmyeon clutched the base of the flower bucket like it was his only lifeline. “i’ll stay here until my knees freeze to the ground if that’s what it takes for you to believe me. i was wrong. i-i’m a terrible listener, and i’m a fool...”
“i believe you! just get up!” you gave another desperate yank on his sleeve, but he stayed put, looking up at you with those wide bunny eyes that were starting to water from the freezing wind.
his breath hitched. “i hate myself for making you feel like that… god, i’m so idiot…”
junmyeon looked so pathetic—kneeling in the slush, snowflakes melting on his eyelashes. you looked back at the office windows, seeing your coworkers watching the show, and realized there was only one way to end the spectacle.
“fine! i forgive you! just get up before you catch a cold!”
his face lit up as he scrambled to his feet. he lunged forward, dropping the heavy bucket to the side and burying his frozen face into the crook of your neck. he squeezed you so hard that the flowers were nearly flattened between your coats.
“what were you thinking, junmyeon? you’ve been out here for who knows how long in a thin coat, acting like a madman! you’re shaking, you—”
you stopped abruptly. against your skin, you felt a sharp, shaky intake of breath, followed by a muffled sob. you pulled back and cupped his face with your warm hands, forcing him to look at you. his eyes were filled with tears, carving paths through the frost on his cheeks.
“are you crying?” your heart ached at the sight. “jun... i said i forgave you.”
“i know.” he leaned into your palms, closing his eyes as if he were finally finding safety. “i’m just... i’m a mess because i love you so much. when you walked away last night and locked that door, i-i was so scared that i’d finally pushed you too far, and the thought of losing you—i couldn’t breathe… sleeping without you is torture.”
junmyeon took a jagged breath, his bottom lip trembling. “i don’t ever wanna be the reason you feel alone again. i’m so sorry.”
you didn’t wait for him to finish. you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, a firm, warm kiss that effectively cut off his rambling. it was a gesture meant to ground him—to prove that despite everything, you were still right there.
his icy hands came up to rest tentatively on your waist. when you finally pulled back just an inch, his eyes fluttered shut in relief. but the reality of the situation came rushing back to you. glancing over his shoulder, you could recognize the ones who were watching.
“you’re forgiven,” you whispered, embarrassed. “but i’m gonna kill you for this.”
he blinked, looking confused. “for... for the flowers?”
“for the theatrics!” you gestured wildly toward the building. “my entire department just watched you beg on your knees in a puddle! you have any idea what the breakroom talk is gonna be like tomorrow? ‘oh, look, it’s that whose boyfriend turned into a human popsicle for forgiveness!’”
junmyeon looked at the window, then back at your flushed face. “well, at least they know i’m committed?”
“you’re impossible!” you groaned, slowly pulling your hands away from his face. “let’s go home. if we stay here any longer, someone’s gonna start filming.”
junmyeon laughed and scooped up the heavy bucket. he hooked his free hand firmly into yours, squeezing your fingers tight. he didn’t let go for the entire walk to the car, seemingly proud of the scene he’d caused, while you kept your head down, already planning your speech for work the next day.
“i love you, babe.” now junmyeon was the one who initiated the kiss as a last scene.
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hiiii can you write a little something for junmyeon? istg he's so underrated its hard to find writings for him (especially sexy ones 🫣) maybe something along the lines of him being very respectful but once consent is given he goes batshit crazy wanting to breed you? you know what they say - its always the quiet ones that are freaks in bed sbdbdbdn
P.S i LOVEEEEEEE your writings please do continue to write more bb 🤍
of course nonnie babie!!! we all know junmyeon is the epitome of polite restraint… until he isn’t 😩 pls my thighs were clenched the entire time writing this
junmyeon gets so desperate to taste you that it borders on worship. it’s almost sweet—if it weren’t so fucking filthy.
he’s always so polite about it at first, voice soft, hands gentle, waiting for your permission like the perfect gentleman he is. he asks—because that’s just the kind of man he is—but god help you once you give it. because the second he hears that lil “y-yes,” that little hum of approval, it’s like a switch fucking flips.
he’s dropping to his knees, hands already firm on your thighs, mouth watering as he presses sweet, innocent kisses up, up, up, the heat of his breath making you shiver. his hair falls into his eyes, but nothing can hide how dark they’ve gone, pupils blown wide with something raw. you see the desperation in them, feel it in the way his fingers dig in like he’s fucking starving—like he needs you more than air itself. and you never deny him. not just for your own pleasure, but for the way it wrecks him too, how every moan against your heat sounds more like a man being blessed than a man sinning.
he also lives for the moments you take control, straddling his face, setting the pace. always says that under you is exactly where he belongs, like it’s his god given purpose. and when he hooks his arms around your thighs and forces you down onto his tongue, any hesitation about giving him room to breathe goes out the window—because he doesn’t want it. he wants to drown, wants to be used, wants you to grind against his mouth until all you know is him.
and it’s hard to even think about holding back when that slutty tongue of his works you over and over with single minded dedication. he knows you too well—every flick, every drag, every languid suck designed to have you unraveling, to turn you into something pliant and thoughtless. every desperate moan he lets out against your heat vibrates straight through you, deep and needy, a sound that makes your stomach flip. junmyeon preens when you come undone, pride washing over him like it’s his pleasure too, sealing the moment with a kiss like he’s locking it into memory.
and god, it’s a regular thing. even in the middle of fucking you, he’ll pull out just to devour you again—lips wrapping around your clit, tongue swirling against you like he’s starved, watching your spine arch clear off the bed. once, you had the nerve to ask if he did it just to stave off his own orgasm. he only grinned, shaking his head, and you believe him. you have to—because a few minutes of your taste is enough to have him cumming in his fucking pants.
but when it is time to fuck you properly, that soft-spoken, respectful man? gone. junmyeon's got one goal in mind and it’s filling you up until there’s nothing left of you but his. he whispers it at first, murmuring against your skin, voice low and feverish. “gonna fill you up, baby. gonna fuck you so full, you’ll still be dripping in the morning.” but once he’s got you under him? once your legs are wrapped tight around his waist and your nails are clawing down his back? he loses it. pace relentless, grip bruising, fucking into you like he needs to see you stuffed full of his cum, like the thought alone is enough to send him spiraling.
and just so we’re clear—junmyeon is religious about cleaning up his mess. once he’s got you stuffed full, just the way he likes, he’s right back between your legs, tongue slipping inside, savoring every drop like it’s the holiest thing he’s ever tasted. and before you even think about asking—yes, this alone has him rock fucking hard all over again.
oh, you’re sore? that’s adorable, really. but let’s not kid ourselves—you’ve got at least two more rounds ahead of you. because for all the refined, polished, well-mannered gentleman that junmyeon is, the moment you’re in his bed? yeah, you’re anything but a lady to him.
Genre: angst | stripper!au
Pairing: Suho x f.Reader
Length: 1.4k
Warnings: language
a/n: idk why but ive been wanting to write stripper aus. this is one of at least 2 we will see ig lol 😛
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
You had just gotten done with your big number when you were stopped by the owner of the strip club you danced at. Mr. Zhang, as he preferred to go by, pulled you to the side and explained that a customer was requesting a private dance from you. It was unsurprising, you were a high demand dancer, the best one there. The thing was, you hated private dances. There was something about the act that just felt so…dehumanizing.
You only danced for big spenders, and even then, it wasn’t for very long. You wanted to get out of that small stale room as soon as possible.
Mr. Zhang worded it in a way that left little for rejection. Telling more than asking. So, you followed him to The Red Rooms. It was pretty much a row of closets that held only a chair in the middle, speakers that played your music too loud to keep conversation at a minimum, and dim lighting to keep an air of sultriness.
“Play nice,” Mr. Zhang muttered before opening the door for you. Taking a deep breath, you plastered a seductive grin on your face and slowly entered the room.
There a man sat. He wore an obviously expensive black suit, with dark hair long enough to brush against his broad shoulders. You stopped right before his slightly spread legs, running your hands up your naked torso as you twisted your hips from side to side. You never looked at your clients faces while in here, feeling it was too intimate, so you just took in his firm frame, only lifting your gaze to his chin or forehead.
Leaning down, you ran your hands up his thighs, jiggling your ass as you put your tits in his face.
He gasped and you paused at the sound. That voice sounded familiar.
Pulling back slightly, you broke your rule of avoiding eye contact to squint past the dim lighting, taking in your client’s face.
“Ju—Junmyeon?” You asked. Startled, you stood straight up, breaking the physical contact.
The man before you scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Hi….”
Your name left his lips and you cringed. “That’s not my name here.”
“Right. Goddess,” he corrected himself, shaking his head.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, ready to bolt. Money be damned. Kim Junmyeon was your ex. Well, you weren’t sure that was the right term for what he was to you. He was a deadly handsome man with power and a prestige you couldn’t even begin to fathom. Somehow, he grew an interest towards you after you waited his table a year ago. He was way too good for you. You were poor, making ends meet by working multiple jobs, the strip club the highest paying of them all. It became too obvious that you were on opposite sides of the money spectrum, and you were sure that was what drew him to you to begin with. The gap between you both was far too wide for your liking, so you broke things off.
That was months ago. You had blocked his number and refused any payment he attempted to send to you, because of course he was somewhat of a sugar daddy.
When he didn’t answer your question, you tried a different one. “How did you know I worked here?”
You had kept this part of your life a secret from everyone in your life. Nobody knew about this job. You made sure of it.
“I have my ways,” was his ominous answer. You lifted an eyebrow, wondering if you should be scared of that or not.
He stared up at you in awe. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
You swallowed thickly. It wasn’t easy cutting this man off, not with those angelic features.
He dared reaching for you, cupping your bare hip. “I missed you.”
You scoffed, but it was shaky. “Please, Myeon. I doubt you even noticed I was gone.”
He frowned. “What would make you think that?”
You shook your head. “I’m not important. I could never live up to your standards. Could never be the girl you wear on your arm to show off to your friends and colleagues. We’re too different. I’m not a part of your world.”
He took in the room you’re in. “Because this is your world?”
It wasn’t said with malice or disgust, and that threw you off. Honestly, he sounded sad for you, but not with pity. It was as if he understood what you were saying. He understood that you could never be the person he needed, and that was what made him sad.
He sighed, still rubbing circles onto your warm flesh. “You know I don’t care about any of that.”
“You should.”
He huffed out a laugh at that. “Is that why you left?”
You nodded. He ran the hand that was touching you down his face, and sunk into his chair. “So, you’re saying you ran away for my benefit?”
“I didn’t runaway—”
“You did.” And he sounded pissed about it.
“Why does it matter?” You asked. “We weren’t serious.”
“No. But I….” He was back to giving you eye contact. Kim Junmyeon loved eye contact. It always made you nervous and jittery. Still, you met his stare, noticed the hurt you caused him swim in those round orbs of his. “I wanted to be. I thought we could be.”
“You could never love the real me, Myeon,” you whispered brokenly. “Look where we are. You can love someone like me?”
It was Junmyeon’s turn to swallow thickly. You could see how badly he wanted to tell you that he could. You could see the affection still in his gaze, the look that always made you feel beautiful—even here in this dingy strip club.
“We could pretend.”
His words made you blink down at him.
He pulled you more into him, between his spread legs, and left a lingering kiss onto your pierced belly button. “At least for the next ten minutes. Could we pretend that we’re in love?”
“Junmyeon….”
He gazed up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. His hands go to your thighs, holding you close to him. “We can’t be what we want to be. You’re right about that. So, let’s pretend. Show me what it would be like for us to be together.”
You caressed his face, tears prickling your eyes. It hit you then, that you both wanted this to work so badly, but knew that it couldn’t.
“Okay.”
You hated private dances. Stripping itself wasn’t so bad, but when you were in these rooms, that’s when it really hit you that you were selling your body. But right now, with the man you wanted to love sitting before you, you hated it for a different reason.
Deep within your soul, you knew this was going to be the last time you saw him. He was going to let you go. So, you were going to do as he asked.
You were going to show him how much you loved him. And, no, it wasn’t pretend. You could never pretend. No matter how much you tried.
You pushed him back into his seat, plopping into his lap. He hissed, but you didn’t give him time before you merged his face with yours. It’s messy. All tongue. You moaned at the contact, missing it more than you’d admit. He held on tight to your hips, forcing you to grind against him.
“I love you,” you confessed against his lips, shaking with want.
“I love you too,” he replied between desperate kisses. “I wish things could be different.”
You didn’t even realize you were crying until you could taste the saltiness on your tongue. Didn’t realize you were shaking violently until he held you tightly against his comforting body.
Too soon the door opened.
Mr. Zhang paused when he saw the two of you wrapped around each other, breathing each other’s breathes as you collected yourselves.
“It’s… time?”
He was very confused and that was understandable. Your current position was definitely against the rules.
Junmyeon kissed you one last time, and rubbed your arm consolingly. “You have my number if you ever change your mind.”
Reluctantly, you climbed off of him. Straightening what little you had on. You cleared your throat and nodded, acknowledging you heard him.
Without looking back, you left the room, ignoring the questioning look Mr. Zhang threw your way.
This was for the best, you told yourself. Junmyeon deserved more than what you could give him. He deserved a princess.
Little did you know that to him, you were a Goddess.
promt: stargazing, sleepy kisses, first loves with junmyeon
word count: about 2k
a/n: please excuse this lame-o title xD thank you, dear Starry @cxsmicmyeon, for the promts~ i had the best time writing this little thinggy for you ^^ as always, i am my own beta reader and english isn't my first language, so bare with me and the mistakes you may or may not find xD
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“You’ve got your sleeping bag and extra blankets?”
“Yes.”
“The sleeping mat?”
“Yup.”
“Have you packed enough food and water?”
“Yes, Mom, I double checked everything. I’m good to go, really, no need to be worried.”
It was very sweet of your Mom to look out for you like that, so you suppressed rolling your eyes at her nagging. Besides, she kind of had a point (- of course she had, moms always do), knowing your tendency to forgetfulness all too well. But it wasn’t like you would be all alone on this little camping trip. Nope, Junmyeon would be there. Charming, dutiful and organized Junmyeon, who would certainly have thought of everything the two of you might need on your four-day-vacation. The mere thought of him painted a little smile on your face.
And apparently, it could also summon the man, you thought to yourself at hearing the sounds of an approaching car. When it came to halt in front of your house, you pulled your mother in one final goodbye-embrace. She swayed a little from left to right as she held you tightly and gave you a soft peck on your cheek, which made it really hard for you to be annoyed when you heard her whisper next to your ear.
“Do you have a tent?”
“Junmyeon brings the tent, Mom. It’s gonna be fine, please, let me go? He’s waiting outside already.”
“Okay, darling,” your Mom said, giving you a final squeeze before she gave you space to grab your coat and oversized backpack.
“Does he want to come in for a moment? You two could stay for a cup of coffee or tea?”
You snickered at how chipper your Mom suddenly sounded at the mention of Junmyeon. She really adored him and how he was always polite and always on time and always respectful and reliable. He was the best boyfriend a mother could want for her child. And also the perfect son-in-law - you were quite aware of that yourself and suspected your Mom had already dreamt of a perfect wedding.
But that wedding would definitely stay a dream for some more time. Junmyeon and you were only together for a few months now - far, far away from any wedding plans - and he was your first serious boyfriend. Your first, great, world-shaking love and all you wanted was to take your time to experience all of its beauty fully and as naturally as it came. You felt no pressure to rush any steps, only the security that Junmyeon thought the same way about your relationship and the fact that he considered your bond equally precious as you did, multiplied the butterflies in your stomach by a thousand.
“I don’t think we have time, we need to be at the camping site no later than 5,” you explained, giving your Mom a last quick peck on the cheek before opening the front door. Junmyeon had gotten out of his car already and was rummaging through the trunk to make a little more space for your things.
“Have fun, sweetheart,” your Mom smiled and gave a wave to Junmyeon who had emerged as soon as he heard your mother’s voice.
“I will,” you smiled back at her, “Bye, Mom, see you in a few days.”
“Bye-bye”, she squeezed your hand, then you went to finally greet your boyfriend with a soft kiss.
“Hey,” he said and instantly took your hand in his with the warmest smile.
“Hi,” you responded a little shyly, feeling all kinds of bubbly at his lovely action and the sound of his sweet, gentle voice.
“Your mom seems quite happy you are leaving for a few days, huh?” he teased as he took the huge backpack from you.
You snorted. “Mh right, if you want I can drive alone and you’ll stay here with her. I’m sure she’d be delighted to have you around,” you joined in on his joke and watched him loading your backpack in the trunk with swift movements.
“Yeah, she would, I’m charming like that. But I’d be much more delighted to have you around, so no last minute changes to the plan.”
His words made you blush a little. How dare he make your heart all soft and mushy like that, your inner voice squealed while you made your way to the passenger seat.
“Have fun you two!” your Mom shouted one last time before she went back into the house, to which Junmyeon replied with one of his nicest smiles and a happy “Thank you, we will!”
Your heart fluttered even more seeing him being just as excited about this trip of yours as you were and by the time Junmyeon had taken his place in the driver’s seat, starting the engine, you were grinning like the happiest person on the planet. And who knows, maybe in that moment, you were.
The drive itself was calm, filled with nice music and easy-flowing talks, and even setting up the tent once you had arrived, worked out perfectly - well, at least after one of the camping site’s staff offered a helping hand. But it was fun, and filling the interior with mats and blankets and all kinds of different pillows felt a lot like building a cozy blanket fort.
You were surprised by how soon the sun was setting though, getting the tent to take shape must have taken longer than you had thought. There were a couple of trees that casted long shadows over the otherwise quite empty site. It had been a smart idea to plan the trip a few weeks before the actual summer break, so that there were no families crowding the place. And the two of you had picked a spot a bit more secluded from the few other campers anyway.
You actually had pretty much forgotten that there must be others around somewhere and didn’t bother thinking more about them as Junmyeon hurried towards you to show you the pictures he took of the stunning sunset. He handed you his phone so you could thumb through his camera roll to pick your favorites as he put his arms around you to hug you from the side, finally pressing a kiss against your temple.
“You hungry?” he mumbled, his lips still grazing your skin. You nodded as an answer, still immersed in the high quality pictures Junmyeon’s phone could make and the fact your high quality boyfriend was hugging you with seemingly no intention to let you go again. No that you wanted that. If you had it your way, Junmyeon would never stop hugging you ever.
“Good, because I’m starving,” he chuckled, “What do you think about a dinner-picnic?” You loved the idea. But you hated the fact that it made Junmyeon let go of you after all. A little sulky about the prompt end of your hug, you quickly sent the pictures you’ve selected from Junmyeon’s phone to your own before joining him in setting up the picnic while the light was fading more and more.
When the two of you finally sat down on the picnic blanket, munching happily on the dishes both of you had prepared, you caught a glint in Junmyeon’s eyes that told you he had planned for exactly this. A picnic under the starlit sky - the sole idea had “Junmyeon” written all over it, really, and you wondered how you didn’t realize before.
“Hey, what are you laughing about?” Junmyeon must have noticed the little giggles you let out as you began to see through his little plan.
“Nothing, just… I was just thinking about how a picnic under the stars just has to be the most you-thing ever.”
You suspected that comment made him blush, you couldn’t really see in the growing dark, but the way he didn’t answer you for a little moment spoke for itself.
“Is it… umm… do you like the idea?”
You couldn’t tell if he was stammering out of embarrassment or because he was actually insecure if you’d be into something romantic like that. Whatever it was, it had to be fixed with a kiss, you decided and quickly huddled up against him.
“I love it, Junmyeon,” you said quietly, “I love you.” And gently, you cupped his face, pulling him closer for your lips to meet. You could feel how he was smiling against your kiss, how he shortly pulled back to tell you he loved you too, how he caught your lips again. The romance of it all made you feel like floating, swimming in emotion, wrapped in nothing but comfort and love.
Soon enough the dark of the night had engulfed you fully, the dishes put aside so you could lie down and get comfortable. Your head was resting on Junmeon’s shoulder while his arm was wrapped around you, his fingertips grazing along your arm in slow movements.
“Can you recognize any constellations?” Junmyeon almost whispered into the quiet night and you nodded in reply.
“The basic one’s. Here’s Cassiopeia… and there’s the Big Dipper… and that’s Orion.”
You lifted your arm and pointed towards the sky, moving your finger along with your explanations.
“Right next to Orion is Taurus, look!” Junmyeon added and pointed upwards as well. “And I’m pretty sure that’s Leo right there, but no guarantees,” he laughed.
“I wouldn’t know, I’m always getting lost in all the stars up there, I’m already happy I can spot three constellations in this mess,” you chuckled along, taking the night sky in once again.
In comfortable silence, you looked at the twinkling lights a little longer. It was mesmerizing and beautiful and overwhelming. You couldn’t remember when you saw the sky like this for the last time, without light pollution or clouds blocking the view, and you wanted to remember this for a very, very long time. How the sky seemed to be expanding only, how bright the starlight shone upon your face, how good it felt to feel Junmyeon just breathing next to you, sharing the warmth of your bodies in the cool night air.
It was unfair how quickly you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, how often you caught yourself already halfway headed into a dream. Junmyeon sighed and like a stubborn child you clung to his side. You didn’t want him to get up, you didn’t want this to be over already. But then he mumbled your name, his voice a bit hoarse from not using it for a while, and one by one you started to pay attention to your aching limbs, to how cold it had become and with a little whine you loosened your grip on him, allowing him to sit up as you did the same.
“Maybe we should get in the tent,” he spoke the words that were hanging between the two of you. You agreed with a simple humm, clearly hating the necessary change of location.
“Don’t pout, we can do this again tomorrow, you know?” Junmyeon said softly, stroking your cheek before giving a little peck to your pouty bottom lip.
“I guess we can,” you sighed, a little more dramatic than you actually felt, making Junmyeon laugh brightly. Man, he really outshone all these stars up there when he was happy like that, you thought to yourself.
This thought gave you a last burst of energy, which you and Junmyeon used to quickly clean up your picnic space and get changed into warm pajamas before you let yourself sink into the pillow paradise you had built earlier that day. Or yesterday. You had lost track of time completely and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, knowing that it didn’t matter at all. Not for the next couple of days. Not with Junmyeon laying down next to you, looking so very kissable as he was about to turn off the last flashlight.
“Good night kiss?” you asked, the tiredness from before coming back at you all at once.
Without hesitation, Junmyeon leaned down to you and moved his lips lazily against yours for the last time before your mind drifted off into much needed slumber.
“Sleep well, baby” were the last words you heard before you sank into pleasant dreams.
Kiss #48 - Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap - Suho
Kisses Masterlist
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A cosy night in with your boyfriend sounded perfect to you today. He was on the sofa looking for something to watch while you made drinks for you both.
Entering the living room, you popped the drinks down on the coffee table and went to sit down. Suho's hands suddenly appeared on your waist guiding you to sit on his lap. You happily followed his lead and settled on his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist.
"I'm not sure how you plan on drinking your drink now," you told him.
"That can wait," he told you, placing a kiss on your clothed shoulder. "Just want to hold you."
"Well, I can't say no to that," you smiled.
Suho continued to peck kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.
Eventually, you turned your face towards him, giving him the perfect opportunity to place a kiss on your lips. Expecting it to be just another little peck, you went to turn away, but Suho did his best to continue the kiss.
You laughed against his lips, before you put your legs up on the sofa to make it more comfortable to continue.
"See, this is the best way to spend an evening," he pointed out between kisses.
You simply nodded as you linked your fingers behind his neck and pulled his lips back to yours.
“Y/N, help,” a voice whimpered, walking in your direction of the dressing room. You looked up to see Junmyeon approaching you with a sewing kit in hand, spinning around to show you the large rip in his jacket for their stage that night.
Your eyes widened at the mess that he’d made, instructing him immediately to take the jacket off. “How did you manage to rip it this bad?”
His shoulders shrugged, kneeling down in front of you, hoping and praying that you’d be able to fix the giant mess he’d found himself in. Their stage was a little over an hour away, and all of the stylists were busy sorting out the rest of the guys, without the time to solve Junmyeon’s problems.
“I just thought I’d run through the choreography, and the next thing I knew, I just heard a giant rip,” he informed you, leaning above you as you picked out the needle and thread.
Your hand pushed him back slightly so that you could get some of the light from the dressing room, “I wonder sometimes how you’ve managed to get here, it’s almost been a decade, and you’re still ripping outfits.”
His shoulders dropped at your scolding, he didn’t quite know how he managed to do it either, but he did, and you were the only one now who could get him out of this mess.
Junmyeon barely moved as you began to sew up the rip, his breath was held throughout nervously, flinching each time he watched the needle slip out of the thread or your hand pull a stitch back because you hadn’t quite caught the mark.
After what felt like forever, you threw his jacket across to him after tying off the thread, watching on as he slipped the jacket on, twirling around so that he could get a good look in the mirror.
“I did the best I could,” you smiled, placing everything back into the box, “I think you’ll get away with it on stage at least.”
His head nodded, leaning across to press his lips to yours, “you’ve saved my life tonight, I don’t know how to thank you jagi.”
Your eyes rolled, grabbing onto his hand to keep him still so you could get a better look at your handwork yourself. “I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve done too bad of a job, you can barely see where I’ve sewn it.”
“I could always get you a job with us,” Junmyeon teased, frowning as your head shook, “what’s wrong with working for us?”
“First of all, I spend enough time with all of you as it is, second of all, I can’t even work a sewing machine Junmyeon, how am I supposed to sew?”
“By hand?”
Your hand nudged his arm causing him to stumble backwards, “we’d still be here at Christmas if I had to sew your outfits together.”
“I wouldn’t complain at more time with you,” he responded, continuing to find an answer to everything that you said. “Just tell me you don’t want to spend time with me Y/N,” he teased.
“I always want to spend time with you…maybe just not the others all the time too.”
Summary: she just can’t resist him when he comes back sweating from the gym.
Word count: 900ish
The sound of the front door opening and closing gets her attention, as she looks up from her phone to find her boyfriend Junmyeon just returning from the gym apparently.
He just gives her a smile and a 'hey' as he enters the room, heading towards the connected bathroom and stripping along the way.
Her eyes widened at the sight. Him coming home all sweaty, giving her that sweet smile and stripping and showing his glistening back... How is that supposed to be okay?
She gets up after him, getting closer and closer to the left-open bathroom door. Definitely an invitation, she thought.
She hears the shower running and him humming some song as she gets rid of all her clothes, smiling to herself in excitement.
As she slides the shower door open and enters quietly, he was too focused to realise what's happening when she suddenly hugs his torso from behind.
"What the-" he visibly jumps in surprise, tilting his head to the side to look at her. She just smiles in return.
"Hey," replying to what he said earlier. He chuckles then goes back to washing his hair, making her pout when she didn't exactly get the reaction she wants.
So working on that, she starts peppering kisses on his back and running her hands along his ripped abdomen. She feels how his abs are even more defined after exercising. Obviously.
"Baby, what are you doing?" He just laughs.
"What do you think i'm doing?" She gets closer to his ear and says in a low tone.
Before he can reply she spins him around to face her, with his back against the tiles now. He's shocked as he looks down at her, not really used to her being so demanding.
"I want you right now," her face is very close to his as she looks at his lips then back to his eyes, "please?" She bites her lips seductively, making him feel entranced.
Without any word he grabs her face in his hands and pulls her in for a deep kiss, their tongues clashing as it gets more heated. She moans into his mouth and he bites her bottom lip before letting go.
"Now let me," she pulls away from his mouth to start a trail all the way down to his neck, planting kisses and sucking spots there. He moans when she bites a little harder, leaving an obvious red mark behind.
"Mhm someone's excited," he smirks when she gets back a little and they meet eyes. He holds her face again and gets impossibly close, "that's hot."
They kiss again passionately, tasting each other and enjoying the warmth of one another. Her hands rest themselves on his arms as they get more into it, heavy breaths mixing and water trickling down their faces and bodies.
"Hot huh?" She mumbles, still standing close with their faces centimetres apart. She continues, "Can't disappoint..."
Her hand reaches down and suddenly grasps at his already awakened cock, drawing out a gasp from him as he wasn't expecting the sudden touch.
"O-oh..." he lets out a breathless laugh. "You never disappoint baby..."
His mouth drops a little open from the sensation, his eyes are half closed now as he looks at her, while she's moving her hand along his length.
"How come you're so hard? All that for me Junmyeonnie?" She laughs a little in playfulness, slowly increasing the speed as she pumps harder.
"Ha... of course- ahh... who else..." he bites his lips while dazed in pleasure, her knowing exactly how to please him and how he likes it, her thumb occasionally going over his sensitive tip.
She looks at his now redder pillowy lips after he lets them go of them, and how inviting they look as it makes her kiss him yet again, never getting tired of his taste.
His moans are swallowed into the kiss, but due to the pace getting quicker he can't concentrate anymore as his mouth just drops open, breathing heavier and panting as he feels himself getting closer to his climax.
"Ahh... i'm so close..." She bites her own lips as she feels too turned on by the situation. He looks absolutely wrecked, flushed cheeks and brows scrunched in pleasure, alongside the water droplets just streaming down his face and body.
"Oh Junmyeon," she moans at the sight, eager to get him off even more. So she stops and gets on her knees, then holds him again as he's directly in front of her face now.
He looks down at her wet naked form under him, on her knees pleasuring his flushed cock at a faster pace than before. He can't contain his moans as he feels he's about to explode, pretty sounds coming out of his mouth as he's almost there.
"Let go baby, come for me," she coaxes him into his orgasm, adding a final touch by putting just the tip inside her mouth and sucking.
One of his hands immediately hold her head as he comes with a louder moan, spurts of his warm liquid shoot down her throat while she continues milking him out.
His body shudders and he feels too sensitive as he pulls himself away, leaning his head back against the shower tiles and catching his breath.
"Wow." He says after some time, which makes her giggle as she stands up from her previous kneeling spot. He looks at her with a small smile, which soon enough turns into a cocky grin.
“Go wait in bed… just give me a minute and I'll come fuck your brains out sweetheart.”
description: apparently blowing off some steam - one too many times - leads to a one way ticket to servantdom. at least that’s how you viewed the newest link in the perverbial chain called ‘eventual obligations of being a familiar’. turns out it actually doesn’t matter how much you argue the rightness of your life choices to the higher ups. and turns out you don’t mind being attached to a certain kim junmyeon all that much either.
a/n: from the ‘rosemary by moonlight’ universe. not necessary to read that first, but some things may not make complete sense. we’ve been working on fleshing out this universe, so there will be more to come very soon!
The assignment sheet mocks you, promising the end of your freedom. You ball up the paper and throw it in the nearest trash bin. It doesn’t matter though, the damn sheet will show up on your bedside table tomorrow. Once signed a contract is unbreakable. It’s only six months though. You continue to remind yourself as irritation crawls across your skin.
Shoving your hands into your pocket, you head towards the exit but pause when you catch sight of a familiar figure. “Yuri!” You call. The healer turns. Her brows furrow when she sees your raised hand. She returns the wave and stops as you jog up to her. “What are you doing here?”
“City Council business.” She gestures to the hall she came down. The doors at the end lead to the City Council Chambers.”
“But you’re not on the City Council.
“Only because it’s full of bigoted assholes.” She scoffs as she resumes walking. You fall into step beside her.
“Doesn’t your family head the City Council and make up about half of it?”
“Doesn’t mean their not bigoted assholes. Anyways, what are you doing here?” She reaches for the exit door and holds it open for you.
The sun glares down at you, causing your eyes to transform. Cat eyes are easier to adjust to the bright light which outweighs the con of seeing everything in black and white. “I was picking up an assignment.”
“What?!” Your shoulders hunch, and you hiss. Yuri laughs and slaps you on the shoulder as she comes up beside you. “Don’t get your whiskers in a twist. I just never thought the day would come when Y/N would tie herself down to a sorcerer.”
“It’s not voluntary.” Your mumbling quirks Yuri’s brow. “I may have started a riot with my neighborhood cats,” you explain, quickly adding, “but I had good reason. This dick wad kid at the end of my street keeps shooting at strays with his pellet gun. I reported him to the neighborhood watch, but they did jack shit. So I took it upon myself to right the wrong.” Yuri nods along approvingly as you head down the steps in front of Town Hall, and you smile. If she or Uko were on the Board of Familiars, your hearing would have gone in your favor.
“Long story short, the dick wad’s father brought charges against me, and the Board of Familiars thought my rebellious behavior is due to a lack of an authority figure in my life and that I have gone too long without a master. After all, what is a familiar without a master?” You roll your eyes and scoff.
“That’s ridiculous, so you had to sign your entire life away?”
You shake your head as you reach the sidewalk and head toward the nearby bus stop. “Familiar Law may be traditional, but it’s not barbaric. I signed a six month contract, and I’ll have an evaluation at the end. If I’m good, they’ll let me decide when and who my next master is.”
“They chose your master?” You nod. “Who?” She asks as the bus pulls up to the stop. The one question, you had hoped to avoid. You use the excuse of boarding the bus to delay your response, but all too soon, you two are sitting. She stares at you waiting for an answer.
“Jun- Suho.” You correct yourself. “Why do sorcerers have to take a new name when they gain the title? It’s so stupid. He was Junmyeon all through school, and now that he has the fancy title of Sorcerer, I have to call him Suho.” You blabber on, avoiding her gaze. “It’s not like there are a lot of options in the area.” You huff.
“I know.” Yuri sighs, and you chance a glance at her. She’s staring out the window. You nudge her, but she waves you off. It’s not her fault that her family has only produced one sorcerer in the past two generations, but that argument has grown tiresome.
A mischievous grins tugs at your lips, and you settle into your seat. “Yep, so it was either Suho or Kyungsoo – whatever his sorcerer name is – and I didn’t think you’d like me being his familiar.”
Yuri whips around. “It’s D.O, and why would I care if you were his familiar?” You shrug but continue to grin. She glares, and you crack up. “Are you going to meet up with Suho now? He was at the Town Council meeting.”
“Fuck no. The contract doesn’t start till tomorrow, and I plan to enjoy my last night of freedom. Do you want to join me?” You cock a brow, but she shakes her head.
“Can’t. Chanyeol’s in town, and I promised him I would help him with something. Stop by my house in the morning though if you need a hangover remedy.” She offers as she presses the button for her stop.
“You’re the best.” After a quick grin, she is off, leaving you to your night of revelry.
The revelry should have stopped at 11:59. After all, come midnight, your six months of servitude began, but you had to push your boundaries, had to stay out till dawn drinking and dancing.
Standing in front of Junmyeon’s townhouse after two hours of sleep and with a stomach threatening to unleash everything you imbibed during the last twelve hours, you question your life choices. With a shrug, you step forward and hammer the door.
Nothing. No creak as the door swings open on rusty hinges and no smoke billowing from an empty corridor. No faint wail of departed spirits welcoming you to a place of death and despair. You definitely have suggestions for your sorcerer, and with Halloween around the corner, they are desperately needed.
Raising your fist again, you pound out the opening to Beethoven’s 5th symphony. Before you make it too far into the song, the door swings open soundlessly to reveal a sleep disheveled Junmyeon in purple silk pajamas with a matching silk robe.
“I expected the robe. The pajamas not so much.” You comment as you lower your sunglasses to allow a full examination.
With a huff, Junmyeon jerks his robe closed. “What are you doing here, Kitty?”
Your lips pull back as you hiss at the nickname. Middle schoolers think they’re so clever. But the stupid nickname has stuck with you through high school and beyond. Shoving past Junmyeon, you enter the house. He blusters behind you, but you hear the door click shut soon after.
“Didn’t you hear?” You ask as you glance around the impeccably groomed foyer. Every vase, frame, and piece of furniture glistens with a fresh coat of polish. “Do you clean all of this yourself or do you have a spell for that?” You turn back to face him, pulling your shades off and tucking them into the top you’d pulled out of your laundry basket that morning. It was the clean laundry basket, but it has been sitting on your bedroom floor for upwards of two weeks.
“Hear what?”
“I’m your Familiar.” You sweep your arms out and pop a hip as you dazzle him with your million-watt smile.
He stares at you, mouth parted and chest still, for entirely too long. As a Familiar your magic extends beyond the ability to shift and a photographic memory, but not to immobilizing sorcerers.
“Would you stop being a dick and say something? Listen, I’m not happy about this either. I’m even less happy that the stupid Board of Familiars didn’t give you a heads-up even though this was their brilliant idea. But here I am and here you are, and we’re stuck together for the next six months. We should just be happy that they didn’t insist that I live with you.
“Now, do you have any ginger tea? My stomach is all kinds of upset, and I didn’t have time to stop by Yuri’s and get her hangover remedy.” You about-face and head towards where you think the kitchen is.
“Other way.”
You about-face again and head in the other direction. The kitchen is as disgusting as the foyer. He has everything in glass jars with labels, but none of them have ginger tea written on them.
“In the cabinet to the right of the microwave.” He directs you as he takes a seat at the counter.
You swivel the Lazy Susan until you find the jar of ginger tea. “Mugs? Tea kettle?”
He stands and stomps over to another cabinet to grab a mug. Filling it from the sink, he hands it to you, steam rising above the rim. You cock a brow. He returns the gesture, and you snort grabbing the mug and dropping a tea bag in it. “Look at you warming water without a spell. You really are a sorcerer, aren’t you?” You tease as you wait for your tea to steep.
“I didn’t ask for a Familiar, and I don’t need one.”
“And I didn’t ask for a sorcerer, and I don’t want one. But yet again, here we are?”
“Six months?” You nod. “And you signed a contract?” You nod again. “I didn’t sign.”
“Apparently a request was made by the head of your family. No signature needed when it’s stamped with the family crest.”
Junmyeon sighs, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Why is my grandfather like this?”
“We’d all like to know that.” You blow on the tea before taking a tentative sip. The warmth slips through your body easing through your stomach and bringing it to rest. “Did Minseok make this tea blend?” You ask as you take another sip.
He shakes his head, his cheeks tinging pink. “No, he only works with coffee.”
“You got this from Yuri, didn’t you? How did you swing that?”
“If we are going to be working together for the next six months, we need to set some ground rules.” He sneaks by your question, and you let him because you agree. “Let me shower and change, and then we can go over them.” You nod, sipping at your tea. He starts to walk off but stops and swivels back to face you. “Don’t touch anything.” You roll your eyes, and he narrows his.
“Calm down, Mr. Sensitive. Sorcerers aren’t the only ones who know about the delicate nature of magic.” His lips purse, but whatever retort he has remains unspoken. He walks off, and you shake your head. This is going to be a long six months.
Strolling out of the kitchen, you follow the scent of magic up to the second story of the townhouse. The door to Junmyeon’s work room is locked, but what good of a Familiar would you be if that stopped you. The door pops open, and the scent of magic overwhelms you. Sneezing, you glance around. The large still at the end draws your attention. Witches simply brew their potions in a cauldron, but sorcerers have to be pretentious and make it seem like their work is more advanced and complicated.
Passing in front of a mirror, you pause and raise a brow. Surely, Junmyeon knows the mirror is an open dimension portal. Why he would have an open dimension portal is beyond you, but he must have a reason. You stand in front of the mirror, chewing on the inside of your lip. He said not to touch anything, and you had given your word. However, you would be a shitty Familiar if you left the portal open.
Eyes closed, you breathe in and out, feeling your magic hum through your hair and all the way to your toes. Your bones reform themselves, and your skin shrinks itself as fur sprouts across it. When you open your eyes, the world appears in shades of grey, except for the creatures on the other side of the mirror. They glow a sinister black. Raising a paw, you rest the pads against the cool glass. It ripples at your touch. The creatures stir, and you hiss at them to stay back. Your claws are good for more than catching mice.
Magic surges through you, and you purr at the sensation. Releasing the magic, you watch as it coats the mirror’s glass. The rippling surface stills, and when you stare at it, only your reflection stares back.
“What are you doing?” Junmyeon’s scream grates on your ears, and you hiss at him. “I told you not to touch anything.”
And I wouldn’t if you weren’t stupid enough to leave an open portal in your work room. Who knows what shit those creatures would have caused in here. Your words are unspoken. They call upon your magic to reach him, and judging by his frown, they did.
“The portal wasn’t open.”
You cough, your throat unable to snort. Wow. Now I understand why your grandfather requested a Familiar for you.
He bristles, his shoulders rolling back as he draws himself up to his full height which is considerable from where you sit on the floor. “I was doing quite well without one. I am close to a breakthrough on my research, and I will not have you causing me any delays.”
Delays? I’ve been here for less than an hour, and I’ve already saved your research.
“Will you become human, please? We have a lot to discuss.”
You shrug, and by the time your shoulders settle into place, you are human again. “Better?”
With a nod, he heads to his work table and sits down on one of the stools, indicating you should take the other.
Stretching, you ease the tightness which always comes from transformation and do as requested. Junmyeon starts talking, but the burbling beakers behind him capture your attention. One’s color shifts from bright blue to dark purple as you watch. Above it, a valve releases a droplet of water in ten seconds intervals. The liquid continues to darken with each drop.
“I have a feeling that you don’t want that turning black.” You cut Junmyeon off as you point to the beaker.
He glances over his shoulder and nearly falls off his stool as he rushes to remove the beaker from under the valve. He curses and mutters low to himself as he sloshes the liquid around. A light traces the surface of the glass before disappearing. Junmyeon sets the beaker on the table and scratches the back of his head. His eyes focus on a shaft of light coming through one of the work rooms' high windows. He continues to mutter, and you stand, moving closer to him to catch the vein of his thoughts. But, he senses your presence and steps back, glowering at you.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m your Familiar. I’m supposed to help you with your magical problems, but I can’t do that if I don’t know what they are.”
“We have not established the rules of our relationship, and I don’t need your help.” He places his hand on the beakers top, muttering a spell. The liquid disappears, and he picks up the empty vessel, carrying it over to a previously unnoticed cauldron. You smile to yourself. Maybe, he’s not as pretentious as you thought. Returning with a bright green liquid circling the base of the beaker, he sets it under the valve and adjusts its speed, increasing the time between drips.
“What are you working on?” You ask and quickly add. “I’m your Familiar. I should know.”
“We are setting up our ground rules.” He retakes his stool and you plop into yours, propping your head against your palm. The tea calmed your stomach, but using magic while hungover and exhausted is brewing a nasty headache.
“Fine. Can we make it quick though? I need a nap.”
“First, you are not to enter my home if I am not present.”
You nod. The movement sends a stab of pain through your head. “Going forward. If I don’t say anything, I agree. Also, even though my eyes are close, I am still listening.”
“Why did you go so hard last night?”
You grunt in response. “Consider it my ‘bachelorette party’. Gotta party hard before-“ You stop when you feel cool finger tips against your temple. Cracking an eye open, you still. Junmyeon’s face is a breath from yours. His eyes, warm as a sunrise, focus on you. His lips, soft and supple, part. His words are a whisper, but your mind fails to process anything he says. Magic flows from his fingertips. The ache in your head eases.
He steps back, his eyes still upon you. “How does that feel?”
You stare at him, both eyes wide open, and your mouth silent. Your brain has forgotten what words are and how speaking works.
“Y/N?”
“Better.” The response is a guttural growl. You clear your throat and repeat in your regular voice.
“Given the current circumstance,” he says as he reclaims his seat. “The second rule is do not show up to my house drunk or hungover.” You nod. “Three, do not touch anything without my permission.” You roll your eyes but motion for him to continue. “Four, do not give advice unless I ask for it.”
“Yeah, that’s not possible.” You smirk at him. “I’m a Familiar. My job is to give unsolicited advice. Like you should try a different type of water to purify that potion.” You point back to the beaker which is once again on its way to black.
Junmyeon’s head falls back as he groans. Your attention catches on the strong column of his throat. You shake the image out your head. Your close encounter has addled your brain. Junmyeon is an Essem, and you shouldn’t be staring at any part of him.
“I don’t understand.” He growls, and you refocus on the darkening potion. “This water was charged during the full moon and distilled by my cousin. It should work.” He grabs the beaker, vanishing the contents once again. This time though he does not refill it. Instead, he sets it down and pulls a leather journal from a shelf above his work bench.
“Charged during one full moon or many?” He glances up from his notes, a question in his glance. You sigh. “Water charged during one full moon is fine for scrying, but if you’re trying to purify a potion and make it stronger that shit isn’t gonna work. You need stronger water. What’s the potion and what do you want to accomplish?”
His finger taps against the journal, and his whole face scrunches up.
With a huff, you stand up and walk towards him. He pulls the book to his chest before you can catch a glimpse of anything. “Really? What do you think I’m going to do? Run off to the Stahns and tell them what you’re working on? They don’t use spies.” You pause, allowing the weighted silence to convey what you are leaving unsaid. “And even if they did. I wouldn’t spy for them. Despite how much I fucking hate the Familiar institution, I do uphold our value of loyalty.”
He lowers his arms. You snatch the journal from him. He makes a noise, but you ignore him as you flip through the pages allowing your magic to commit it all to memory. “Do you really think you can make an invisibility potion last longer?”
“Yes, I think that by purifying a potion, you can increase both potency and longevity. I’m trying to establish the process with an invisibility potion and then expand to other potions.” His shoulders go back and his chest puffs up as he speaks, but his voice quavers revealing a glimpse through the peacocks feathers.
You nod, turning a page. “Why potions? I always thought sorcerers were more interested in spells and rituals.”
“Spells and rituals are fun.” His chest deflates as he rearranges the equipment on his desk. “And you get a lot more prestige from accomplishments with them, but they aren’t that useful for everyday life and people.”
You pause on a page, the scribbles already committed to memory. Junmyeon has the fancy script of a sorcerer, but perhaps not the motivation. “But a long lasting invisibility potion is?” You smirk as you snap the journal closed and hold it out to him. “I feel like that’s only useful for pervy teens and maybe thieves. Which is your market?”
“Neither.” He snatches the book from your hand. “It’s a basic potion, an easy starting point. I don’t intend to hand it out to anybody who asks.”
You shrug but continue to smirk. “Any more rules?”
He shakes his head. “But I reserve the right to additional ones as I see fit.”
“I reserve the right to argue them. I accept the first three, but not the fourth.” You hold out your hand, allowing your magic to fill it. After a moment’s hesitation, he grasps it. His magic meets yours, sealing the agreement. “Alright, now that’s settled, I’ll let you get back to work while I try to figure out your water problem.” He sputters out a response which you ignore as you head out of the room.
Three weeks in the Essem library leaves you more frustrated than the day you were forced to sign your damn contract. Getting access to the library had been bitch enough. Grandpa Essem had been adamant that no outsider should have access to their family’s knowledge and especially not someone with a photographic memory. When you pointed out to him that he was the one who had registered Junmyeon for a familiar, he had blustered insensible nonsense which you had tuned out. In the end, it took Junmyeon and Kyungsoo vouching for you and a gag spell before he allowed you access.
Not that the library has been any help. The Essem’s have plenty of books about enchantments, spells, rituals, charms, and all other forms of high magic, but something as simple as supercharging water no. Aside from spending the next three years charging the same water during each full moon, you are at a loss, and that would not be practical for Junmyeon’s purposes.
“You wouldn’t happen to know any aquamentals would you?” You ask Yuri as you spin in her swivel chair.
“No. You know how rare elemental magic is.” She glances between her notebook and the ritual she has set up on the table. A bowl sits in the middle. She said it was a salve for wounds which would help knit flesh back together if she could empower it properly.
“Yeah.” You sigh, giving yourself another push.
“You’re going to make yourself sick.”
“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m with a healer.” She ignores your comment. “You work with charged water don’t you.”
“I’m not offering any advice that will be used to help an Essem.”
You scowl. “Don’t think of it as helping an Essem. Think of it as helping one of your oldest friends.”
“Who is working with an Essem.”
“Don’t you owe Kyungsoo for something.”
Her hands ball into fists. “Junmyeon is not Kyungsoo.”
“What if I convince Kyungsoo that this counts?”
“No.” She snaps her notebook closed, ending the conversation. She closes her eyes and draws upon her magic. You can smell it in the air, a hint of herbs and growing things. Sweat breaks across her forehead, but even with all her effort, it is only a hum compared to the current of Junmyeon’s magic. She places her hands on the table. For a moment, the ritual hums. You hold your breath. The magic fizzles, sputters, and explodes. The contents of the bowl covering the table, Yuri, the ceiling. You manage to stay clear of the blast zone.
Yuri unleashes a string of curses and nearly flips the table before collapsing back in her chair and banging her head on the table. “This should not be so hard.” She moans.
As you fumble for something to say, the workshop door opens. “Uko.” You breathe a sigh of relief. She has always been better at cheering Yuri up. She also believes that magical knowledge should be accessible by all. “Really quick before you help Yuri, what’s the best way to charge water? And don’t say moonlight because I’ve tried that and it’s not powerful enough.”
“Which crystals have you used?” She asks as the door closes behind her.
“Doesn’t matter. None of them could give the water a high enough charge.” You wheel towards her, grabbing onto her hand and peering up at her with the softest kitty eyes you can muster. “Please you’ve read so much.”
“You know you look creepy not cute when you only transform your eyes.” She taps your forehead before walking to Yuri. She brushes against you, swiveling you to face them both. Yuri is continuing to bang her head.
“Stop it.” She commands. Yuri drops her head with a final thud.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” You whine.
Uko shakes her head as she glances between the two of you. “If crystal and moonlight isn’t enough then you would have to steep it with an object of pure magic.”
“Where the fuc-” But your brain answers the question before you can finish. You’re an idiot. A straight idiot. “Thank you, Uko. You’re the best.” You jump out of the chair and wrap the girl in a quick hug. “Also, Yuri, I’m pretty certain Kyungsoo would help you with your ritual if you asked.” She lunges at you, but you dart out of her reach, laughing as you head for the door.
A week later, you skip into Junmyeon’s workroom, positively purring. If your idea was successful which you know it will be, you will see the results today. As you cross the door’s threshold, your footsteps falter. Junmyeon stands at his work table with his back towards you. Red tinges his magic, leaving the taste of sulfur on your tongue. “Suho?”
“Kitten,” the word is a low growl. Not Kitty, Kitten. Anger or, perhaps, fear should explain the surge of blood through your system, but it takes second place. An unwanted and unwarranted emotion causes warmth to travel from cheeks to toes. You have been spending way too much time with Junmyeon.
“I have a name.” You spit back, calling on your anger.
Junmyeon’s hands clench on his work table. “Where did you get the water?”
Fear rises and mingles with your anger. Neither produces an answer though. The words remain locked within your throat.
As he turns to face you fear overwhelms every emotion. You had misinterpreted the red. Rather than anger; fear has mixed with his magic. Fear for you if the Council finds out? Fear for himself. Regardless, his fear frightens you. “From the Lake.” He knows which lake. He knew before he asked.
“Why?” His voice breaks on the question and brings your head low.
“We were out of options.” You whisper. “There are no spells for charging water, we don’t know any aquamentals, and relying on the full moon would have taken too long. The Lake has been steeping for centuries.”
“Steeping dark magic.”
You scoff at that. “Magic is neither dark nor light. It’s magic. We are dark and light and use magic to suit our purposes.”
He presses his lips together until they are a thin line across his face. You swallow the rest of your argument. In the current conversation, it is irrelevant. Junmyeon knows it too.
“It is forbidden to go to the Lake or take its water.”
“Only because the Council is full of bigoted assholes.” You borrow Yuri’s description. “Just because they think they know everything doesn’t mean they do. The spells placed on the Lake are older and more powerful than anything the sorcerers of today can conjure. The Stahns may be diminished in power now, but they were at the height of their power when they sealed away the Paen’s sorceress. Taking a beaker of water isn’t going to do anything to those spells. Short of draining the lake of all its water, I don’t think there is anything we could do today to affect those spells.”
“Regardless, it is the law, and you broke it.” His fist pounds on the table behind him, shaking the still. The invisibility potion, clear with only a hint of green, ripples beside his fist.
“Are you-“ The question sticks in your throat like a hairball. You cough. “Then be a good little Essem and turn me in.” You call on the remnants of your anger and force the fear out.
“No.” Your eyes snap to his. You were ready for the Council to come storming in and bind your magic for the rest of your life.
“No?”
“No.” He leans against the table and folds his arms across his chest. “I should because that was stupid and reckless.” He sighs and shakes his head. “But you are my Familiar. You acted to help me. More importantly though.” He holds your gaze, offering a glimpse of the deepest depths of his soul. “You are my friend, and I trust you.”
You run your tongue across your lips, suddenly parched. Friend? You have known Junmyeon since kindergarten. You have been his line buddy, his teammate, his lab partner, but he has always been an Essem. A bigoted asshole and the enemy. You nod.
“Thank you, friend.” You smile at the odd taste of the word. He returns the smile. “Do we go back to work now?”
“I’m adding another rule.” Pushing himself off the bench, he comes to stand before you and extends a hand. “Please consult me before you break any laws.” With a chuckle, you reach for his hand, but pull back and cock a brow. His face furrows as you tuck your hand behind your back.
“Before I agree I have a rule of my own.” He sighs and crosses his arms, nodding for you to continue. “Don’t call me Kitten again unless you mean it.”
“What do you mean ‘mean it’?”
“You’ll know what I mean if you mean it.” You purr.
A flush creeps up his neck, but he clears his throat and shakes it off. “Fine.” He offers his hand again. This time, you take it and let your joined magic rush through you.
