#moonsrush

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"Not here-" Dohyun sure had promised to kiss the other, but when he noticed people looking their way, he couldn't help but chicken out a bit. There was a little purse of lips, a huge lump in his throat swallowed before he carefully took their wrist to rush them in a nearby alley. "Sorry, you are not a secret but I yet have to- I am just-" He sighed deeply. "I just don't like the way people look when watching two guys kiss.."

[loversarcade]

@moonsrush, a closed starter

Corazon knows the rules. She knows that interrupting a meeting with the king is not only frowned upon, but is also a punishable offense. She also knows that these things don't apply to her as the king's consort and future queen.

The doors open with ease under her push. Corazon ignores the guards protesting her presence, slipping out of their reach. Better for them; any hand that lands on her will land on the floor shortly after. "Don't," she says when another reaches for her. "Touching me isn't worth the pain you'll be in for doing it."

The council surrounding Aodhan has turned their attention to her now. Corazon ignores them all. She's only here to see her lover, she's not worried about the murmurs of disapproval following her. It doesn't matter, anyway; there's a softness to Aodhan's face that wasn't there before he noticed her, and that's all Corazon cares about. "My love," she greets softly, leaning down to kiss Aodhan's cheek. "Forgive me for the interruption. I simply wanted your company."

[luvdive]

❝ you sleep like a baby, you know that right ? ❞ - nico & xiaoyao!

✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; fluff edition ( . 01 )

xiaoyao staying over for the first time has required some careful planning on nico's part. he'd picked out his cutest bedsheets and changed them that morning, so they still smell fresh and clean by the time they go to bed. he'd combed through his pyjamas for a set that still match his aesthetic, but don't make him look entirely unfuckable in case something happens, and settled on a red and white hello kitty set that he definitely thinks were from the women's section. he'd dusted every shelf, hoovered the entire apartment, made sure everything is clean, and neat, and tidy. as if xiaoyao has never been there before or something.

most importantly, though, he has planned how to fall asleep. he plans to fall asleep last, and wake up first, so that any snoring or drooling in his sleep goes entirely unheard and unseen by his boyfriend. he's trying to seem and cute, and silly, and whimsical here, after all.

they'd gone out for dinner because nico had been too lazy to cook after work, and of course they'd gone for a stroll along the river to savour the last of the spring sunshine. instead of the sordid night of passion nico thought might happen, the two of them had gotten into their pyjamas and spent the night cozied up together in nico's bed watching bad tv. not that he'd minded. he loves xiaoyao, loves spending time with him, no matter what it is they're doing.

falling asleep last had been easy. even with yaoyao's chest pressed against his back, one arm slotted under his neck and the other curled around his waist. he'd tried to remember every meeting and appointment on his boss' schedule over the last three months, until xiaoyao's breathing slowed and the arm around his waist grew a little heavier. only then had nico allowed himself to drift off tosleep, lips curved in a smile the entire time.

waking up first, however, is the challenge. he hadn't wanted to set an alarm, because that would also wake xiaoyao up. he'd had to just trust that he would naturally wake up before the other, like he could manifest it in his sleep somehow.

clearly it hasn't worked.

❝ did i snore...? ❞ nico asks meekly, eyes still closed as he tries to wake himself up fully. oh, he hopes he didn't. how embarrassing. sure, he knows it's normal, and it can't be helped if he did, but it's the total opposite of the image of himself he tries to present. he's clearly wriggled around in his sleep, rolling in to face yaoyao instead of being the little spoon to his big one. he cracks open one eye to peer up at him. he's still so handsome, even with bedhead and sleep dust in the corners of his eyes.

he's about to tell him exactly how handsome he is when he registers the damp patch in xiaoyao's t-shirt, and the accompanying wetness on his chin. oh no. his worst nightmare. ❝ oh my god, i'm so sorry, ❞ he says, frantically trying to pull the wet patch away from his boyfriend's skin. ❝ that's so embarrassing. why didn't you wake me up? ❞

@moonsveiled

[luvdive]

sleepy , domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast. a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work. - ruri & doha <3

❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !  

doha is running late. she already knows she's running late. tearing herself away from her girlfriend to get ready for a day sat at her desk had felt like torture. there's enough staff at lucky charm now that she could probably afford to call in sick. it isn't like the old days, where she had to try and juggle schedules for boys next door, d.r.e.a.m, daehwi, and july rain. now she only really deals with boys next door, and changho wants her to oversee riley's debut schedule. but that isn't happening for a while yet, and boys next door don't really have anything on the agenda right now...

she'd spent so long daydreaming in bed about calling in sick and spending all day with ruri and yijun ( while ignoring that ruri and yijun also have things to do and places to be ), even as ruri had gotten up to make breakfast, that she's shifted from 'might be late' territory into 'definitely going to be late' certainty. she can do her hair and makeup on the subway, and can brush her teeth at the office. she just has to be dressed.

the fastest option is throwing on the same outfit she wore the day before. she hadn't planned on staying the night, and when she'd decided to, she'd accounted for having time to stop at her place on the way to work. that hasn't exactly gone to plan. she has a protein bar in her bag that can suffice for a breakfast, because as much as doha wants to sit and eat with her girlfriend and her son, she simply doesn't have time. not unless she wants to be even later than she already will be.

doha breezes through the kitchen, landing a kiss on yijun's cheek as she wishes him simultaneously a good morning and a goodbye. ruri looks like she's still half asleep as she puts together something to eat, and doha's heart soars at the sight of her. oh, she wants to stay so badly. wants to get back into her pyjamas and waste the day away together. but no, she has to go to work, and ruri has class no doubt. she gives yijun another kiss, blowing raspberries against his chubby cheek as she does, before she darts across the room to give his mother a kiss too.

she wishes it could last forever. but her phone buzzes in her hand, a message from manami asking where she is, and forces herself to peel herself away from ruri. ❝ i have to go, i'm so late, ❞ she says, words punctuated by another quick kiss. ❝ you're coming to mine tonight, right? text me, i need to run. ❞ and with that, her shoes are on her feet and she's out the door, racing in the direction of the nearest subway station and already typing out an apology text to changho...

@moonsveiled

[luvdive]

❝ stay here, i'll run you a bath. ❞ - jaeha & sulyu!

✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; fluff edition ( . 01 )

jaeha feels a little silly. he's just had one of the biggest, most intimate experiences of his life, and all he can think about is how sticky and sweaty he feels. he's tried to ignore it, and being nestled into sulyu's chest helps, but he just feels so... slimy. evidently sulyu can tell. it probably doesn't help that jaeha has the duvet pulled all the way up to his chin. like he's embarrassed of being naked, as if sulyu hadn't been inside him mere minutes ago. is it shyness? or shame? perhaps a little of both.

he doesn't want sulyu to get up. he wants to stay there and cuddle him until he feels better. but the temptation of a hot bath is too hard to turn down, so he peels his limbs from sulyu's, and pulls the duvet even higher as he watches his boyfriend disappear into the bathroom. does he regret what happened? no, not at all. if anything, he feels a little stupid for waiting so long. then again, if he'd rushed himself into it, he might not have enjoyed it so much.

his phone buzzing on the bedside table pulls him from his thoughts. he half expects it to be teddy, like his friend somehow knows he just lost his virginity. instead it's jaepyo. nothing important, just an influx of tiktoks, some of them sent while jaeha was busy with sulyu. it's late, though, and jaepyo should be asleep by now. he's about to text him and ask why he's still awake when sulyu reappears and tells him his bath is ready. jaepyo will be okay, he tells himself. he isn't a baby anymore, and one late night won't hurt him.

there's a shyness in the way he skitters from the bedroom to the bathroom. jaeha almost wishes he could stay wrapped up in his duvet until he's beneath the safety of the water. is that normal? to feel so shy, and so embarrassed, just because they had sex? he'll have to ask teddy. or maybe hakyeon. he seems like he'd know. despite his conflicting emotions, though, jaeha doesn't regret it. he liked it. does sulyu understand that? he pauses before he gets into the bath, turns and closes the distance between himself and sulyu. the kiss he plants on sulyu's lips is short and sweet, but followed by a smile. ❝ i love you, ❞ he says softly, before darting back over to the bathtub and sinking into the water.

hidden beneath the bubbles, he watches sulyu's fingers glide through the water. they've bathed together before. that had been one of jaeha's baby steps. a bath first, bodies concealed by foam, and then one day he'd graduated to showers. he still blushes when he sees sulyu naked, though. which also feels silly considering, again, that just thirty minutes prior, sulyu had been inside him. at least this time he can blame his rosy cheeks on the heat of the bathwater. ❝ um... do you want to get in with me...? ❞

@moonsveiled

[luvdive]

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time. - jiha & sihoon :)

❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !  

sihoon isn't usually brave enough to be affectionate with jiha in public when he's at home. it's easier in america. people are more accepting there, especially in california. but in busan? not a chance. in seoul? maybe under the cover of night. and in the middle of incheon international...?

he'd booked the latest flight he could, desperate to cling onto as much time with the other man as he could. it's the same every time they visit each other, parting only at the last possible second. he's already cutting it close as it is. doesn't have as much time to get through security as he would typically like. but for whatever reason, leaving jiha this time feels ten times as hard. maybe it's because he doesn't know when they'll see each other again. he's seen his class schedule for the next semester, and it's even more packed than before. even if jiha came to visit, it's not like they'd be able to spend time with each other. better to wait, they'd decided, even if it feels like the wrong decision.

they've already said their goodbyes, really. spent the last hour before they had to leave for the airport squeezing in every last kiss they can. because they can't do it at the airport like everyone else. it's late, though, and there are so few people there...

he fiddles absently with the handle of his suitcase. stalling for time, like always. he could stop time with his magic if he was really desperate, but his mother and grandfather have both drilled into him that every spell comes at a cost. thirty minutes now might take thirty minutes off his already finite life. or from jiha's. it isn't worth it, no matter how much he wants to do it. instead, he lets go of his suitcase and links his arms around jiha's waist instead. no one would think twice about that, everyone hugs their friends and family goodbye at the airport. maybe not everyone buries their face in the other person's neck, though.

sihoon can feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. they're always there when they have to say goodbye to each other, but he tries to keep them at bay until jiha is out of sight. does jiha do the same? when it's his turn to fly home from america, does he spend half the flight in tears like sihoon does? he pulls his head back only when he thinks he's pushed the tears away, taking a few last seconds to breathe in jiha's scent. he has one of his t-shirts stuffed in his bag, but he knows it won't last until they next see each other.

the airport is practically empty. a few mothers saying teary eyed goodbyes to sons, no doubt flying elsewhere for their studies like him. a couple, too wrapped up in their own parting to pay attention to the two of them. what looks like the first few arrivals for a business trip. would it be so bad? would anyone even notice them...?

he glances at jiha, almost like he's asking for permission. and then, against all odds, sihoon leans in and kisses him. it doesn't last nearly as long as sihoon would like, but he doesn't want to push their luck. he hopes it's enough to tide him over until they see each other again. it has to be. ❝ i miss you already, ❞ he says quietly, stealing another quick kiss, before his arms slide free of jiha's torso and reach for his suitcase instead...

@moonsveiled

[luvdive]

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck. - woori & heesang <3

❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !  

there is something oddly calming about routine domestic work. or at least heesang thinks so, anyway. it's why he's usually the first to volunteer to wash dishes, or fold laundry, or dust shelves and knick knacks. running the vacuum around on quiet days where they have few customers is one of his favourite things to do at the shop. other than hang out with woori and seori, of course. in another life, perhaps he would have made a dutiful little househusband.

he's elbow deep in the sink when he hears woori shuffling around. it's part of the comfortable little routine they've fallen into whenever one of them stays over. heesang always offers to wash up. sometimes he asks woori to dry the dishes, sometimes he does it himself, sometimes woori volunteers his services without being asked. so he doesn't think anything of it when he feels woori's hands at his hips. expects, no doubt, that he is simply feeling his way around heesang's potentially still unfamiliar kitchen.

❝ hey, ❞ he says softly, a smile resting on his lips even if it's just for himself. frankly, he still can't believe someone like woori is interested in him. he carries on scrubbing at the frying pan they've managed to get half their dinner stuck to, lost in his own soapy world, and it takes a little while to realise woori's fingers are still clasped around the fabric of his shirt. he's about to ask if everything's okay when he feels woori's chin connect gently with his shoulder.

ah, okay. maybe he just wants some company, then.

he starts scrubbing again when woori shifts slightly, lips connecting with the sensitive skin at his throat. ❝ babe, i need to scrub this, ❞ he says, but his protest is futile when woori already has him where he wants him, still littering his neck with kisses. the desire to stand there for another twenty minutes scrubbing off dried sauce and burnt vegetables is decreasing by the second.

❝ alright, alright, it can soak for a bit, ❞ heesang relents, pulling off his rubber gloves and turning around in woori's grip. gentle fingers steer woori's kisses up to his jaw, to his lips. god, he's so handsome. he doesn't know what woori wants from him. whether he just wants to make out for a bit, or wants something more, but heesang will gladly oblige him in whatever he's after.

he's definitely going to need to buy a new frying pan tomorrow, though.

@moonsveiled

[luvdive]

❝ i made you your favorite. ❞ - velvet & eunsu!

✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; fluff edition ( . 01 )

as a human, velvet is something of a picky eater. he's still getting used to human taste buds, after all. he doesn't like anything too spicy, or too salty. doesn't really like things too sweet, either. he'll steal snacks when eunsu offers them to him, he's no fool, but eating as a human isn't exactly an exhilarating experience for him. he much prefers to revert back to his four-legged form and wolf down whatever cat food eunsu has in stock for him.

except, it seems, for bugeoguk.

he doesn't remember when he first tried it, just that it's one of the few human foods he cares for. he's just coming round from a nap when he hears eunsu's voice, still a little groggy as he drifts between sleep and wakefulness, but the aroma wafting through their home is quick to alert his senses. he blinks himself awake, crawling out from under the covers on eunsu's bed, and follows the witch back through to the kitchen, mouth already watering when he lays eyes on the steaming bowl waiting for him

❝ do you want to share? ❞ he asks, though it's mostly just to be polite. he hopes the answer is no...

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