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‘I want the K’

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10 : Neck Kiss

Slightly NSFW

Her senses returned from a long slumber. Her eyes gradually opened only to be welcomed with an unfamiliar environment. Yes, It’s not the sheets she thought she was embraced in, Those paintings hanging from the wall weren’t purchased by her. The countless bottles of liquor scattered all over the floor, however, rings familiar. A wave hit her, she agreed to come over for a drink with him to celebrate and the rest of the night ended with confessions and hot touches. The touches led to something more and she remembered every bit of It. She spaced out. 

“Then am I allowed to do this?” the hoarse tone escaped from the drunken artist. His mind was out of Its leash, desire  and lust overcame his consciousness and all he wanted was to hear her voice once again. Her breathy whispers asking him to stop yet her movements were telling him a different story. Their lips collided once again craving for affection. He knew that deep down that creature exists in her as well, there were nothing holding them back. The two were on edge and Minho gladly fell with her. A passionate kiss escalated into a heated mess. Her body was pressed up against the wall, his touch against her thighs tugging at the thin straps of her stocking. His lips roamed as they please. He left trails leaving her red-tinted lips to her jawline tracing It delicately as If he could damage her with the slightest touch. He could feel her fingers tangle with his strands guiding him along her body. He left gentle bites along her neck starting from the top and down. The scent of her skin was luring him deeper and deeper. He wasn’t going to stop. He continued lower until his lips reached her cleavage. Something had to go and she knew It.        

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Image based starters

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“Eh, I thought this was It” She heaved a sigh once she realized that she misplaced her fingers once again. It was already difficult to rest the instrument Itself on her lap properly considering the size of It, but she had nothing to do. Nothing In his apartment can entertain her besides the books which genres are entirely different from her interest. The owner of this place doesn’t own a television because It’s ‘unnecessary’ and It’s either the small piano in the corner or this Guitar. Until now she still fails to conclude If she chose the right one to keep her entertained while he’s occupied at his table, on the phone. 

His eyes darted towards his guest occasionally. His mouth was discussing a serious matter, but his eyes softened at the sight of her attempting to play a part from a song she likes he assumed. He knew that song. Minhee’s chin rested against the guitar, her fingers instead of being in It’s correct position is now simply flicking the strings. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the woman who was excited to come over several minutes ago and now down to a sad puppy. 

 “What are you trying to play” Minho came over after settling matters over the line and sat himself beside her on the couch. His chin resting against his palm as he continued to observe “Well I tried but- It didn’t work I think I might have done this one part wrong” Indeed she did. After the little complaint, she tried once again. This time as she almost reached the part where she constantly failed, Minho swiftly adjusted her finger onto the correct cord. A bright smile graced her lips once Minhee succeeded after countless attempts “Minho I did It!” she beamed and that was enough to leave a smile on him as well. “Any others you need help with?”

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 “Again, Are you sure you’d like me to paint this? I haven’t done this in a while” His tone filled with uncertainty. Of course, he is an artist but with that title it does not mean he’s familiar with every aspect of It. Hyori waved him off like dust as If his hesitation is entirely irrelevant.”You compared with the rest of the people I asked to assist me with this..you’re probably the most experienced one” out of words, Minho simply nodded before kneeling over the bucket grabbing himself an apron.”If you insist” 

The wall was half filled with patterns and pigment after several hours past. Hyori was occupied with the other edge of the wall while he retouches a spot in the center. He used all his concentration on the detail, since It’s a pattern he’s more familiar and comfortable with It. Before he had that chance to finish the stroke, he felt cold hands press onto his right cheek. Startled, Minho’s eyes widened as he parted away from the cement wall and averted his attention to the woman who’s holding both her paint dripping hands as If to hold guard. “Sorry, I just had to” Minho decided to keep his expression stern, If this is what she’s willing to do he’s not going to lose this war. With a swift move, Minho’s hands dip into the bucket and beamed towards her.”Hey! I’m not the only one who’s going to walk out of this place in a different color!”

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Image based started #9 please!

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[ 9 ] 

                       “Ten were found dead and seven more injured”

            “The criminals still remains missing, call xxx-xxxxxxx for-” 

“You hear that babe?” 

 The question was directed to the figure standing few steps away. Silhouette of a demon who had just murdered ten of creatures he claimed ‘the weak’. Who they are where they’re from doesn’t concern this monstrosity, in fact it pleased his partner resting against the windshield with nothing but a poison dripped grin and bloodied hand and their masterpiece forever embedded in their memory. Their love measured with lifeless bodies and souls taken together, hand in hand over corpses as their carpet. Couple drunken in love, possessed by the darkest of entities. 

Minho pivot in his place to face his dear lover with a cigarette in between his teeth. A grin across his face marked their win and signal their days long celebration funded by the money from the robbery. His steps lack urgency yet determined. His eyes were fixed on Boa who’s eyes were looking back into his. Both their orbs reflected the increasingly insane versions of themselves, not that either of them wanted to wake up from this polluted fantasy. Without much attention, his both hands gripped onto her thighs forcing her closer to the edge of the hood with him positioned in between her legs. Not a word was shared, her index finger partnered with her middle pulled the burning cigarette from his lips. With smoke still surging within is cavern, his face inched forward his good hand caressed her nape colliding their lips together. A kiss celebrating their victory. 

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"Image Fifteen?"

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 A suit never satisfied his taste. It’s a manner, that he can’t deny but the comfort he fails to find within these layers of clothing. A jacket and well-fit jeans always sounded more pleasant to him, but he wasn’t going to make a fuss out of something that only seemed to bother him. 

Minho stood among other boys his age dressed in the similar outfit, each with a different attitude towards it. His hands were hidden beneath the thin layer of his pocket as his eyes roamed the gigantic ballroom blotted with groups of teenagers. He wasn’t aiming at anything, in particular, simply observing the area. The girls in class never looked so dazzling, all of them were dressed in various style of dresses and colors with the same purpose of presenting the best of themselves. A quality expected from women, charming and elegant. After surveying the area, Minho’s eyes began searching for his partner Hyosung who surprisingly complied to his request for her company to the dance. (one he refused to attend from the very beginning) She’ll never realize how grateful he was, at least he has spoken to her multiple times. They aren’t completely uncomfortable with one another. A fool has made a wise decision for once and he’s certain this girl who’s walking towards him in a dress more stunning than he has ever seen will surely make the night less of a torture and more worth remembering. 

After series of announcements and few other steps, the dance finally started. Minho stood before her almost towering over her from the difference in height but that obviously didn’t worry her. Hyosung managed a smile and that oddly assured him of the situation. He’s not the best dancer and she knew from his warning beforehand but knowing her, one of the talented ones among girls in the class she wasn’t going to let him sabotage her grand appearance at this dance. He should be honored a girl like her agreed to come with him who’s place is at the back of the class. When the tune danced through the air, Minho’s hand appeared before her at an appropriate height asking for her hand. “It’s alright buddy, you’ll do just fine” her right hand slid neatly into his, their fingers intertwined firmly in preparation for the next movement. Minho didn’t utter a word and gave her simply a smirk. Typical.

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🍏 A parent and child go shopping for groceries

[ Parent and Child ]

 “Tomatoes, Spinach, Cabbage..what else?” Minho began to list, not directed to anyone in particular. His fingers stretched out in substitute of the things he was sent to buy, clearly he’s having a difficult time remembering them all. It isn’t fair to assume a careless man out of him entirely, usually he’s collected and sharp on attending to the favors asked to be done, but this morning has been rough. He didn’t get much sleep and making his way here on his own standing in the midst of shelves bearing various products is a mission half accomplished. However, in order to complete the remainder he needs to remember what else there was written in the list he failed to bring along. 

“Appa!” he’s not that out of hope, fortunately. 

Two feet smaller than the size of his own stumbled towards Minho. The owner of the happy feet has a cautious expression on his face in result of carrying a bag almost the size of himself filled with the rest of the products in the list. Seeing that, the artist rushed over to help the little one and took the bag. “Minjoon-ah didn’t I tell you to be careful?” ‘your mother will surely punish me if you get a single scratch’ just like his father, the warning only flew past him another reckless little boy whom Minho wished adopted more from his mother. His son grinned eyes curved into a crescent resembling his. Minho simply shook his head and adjusted his snap back matching with his own. “Alright captain do we have everything?” - “I think so?” the two shared a short laughter before someone interrupted them. “Oppa, is that you?”

“Stephanie!”

“Aunt Stephy!!” 

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"As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

[ SFW Romance Sentence ] 

  “Are you really, Boa?.” sacrifice, belief, faith are all of that really worth it for a man like him. That sentence expresses much reassurance it’s almost frightening. It gave him the sense of safety yet the fear of the possibility of it being stripped away at any time. Her honey-toned voice combined with her smile..It managed to comfort him some how. 

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"Nice ass..." ( very drunk and being goofy )

[ Hit on my muse ]

 Minho scoffed in response to her. “Minhee-ssi that was awfully honest of you” Of course, he’s aware of her state of mind. She’s intoxicated to the fullest and everything she says is out of her control. Those words, however, sparked his curiosity. They say a drunk person speaks their thoughts, does she actually admire that part of his body? the thought of that triggered something within him. His whole body felt a sudden rush of heat, it gushed through his veins and, of course, left his cheeks tinted out of embarrassment. Despite possessing the appearance of a ‘bad boy’ how his friends categorized him his attitude is completely different. He’s only tough when it’s necessary, underneath his inked skin hides a shy and sensitive man. Minho forced a cough then hops slightly off the ground in an attempt to hold onto her more firmly. Is it proper to be carrying this woman on his back? but she’s barely capable of standing on her own two feet. “T-thank you” ‘are you serious right now Minho!?’