#own writing

[aquiescentmoon]

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[daphnevermeer]

Just wrote an amazing scene. A well-deserved moment of uncomplicated happiness between the two main characters, showing a tender side of them we never before got to see.

Unfortunately it would have to take place several years after the end of the novel it belongs to and therefore will never see the light of day. But believe me, it is beautiful.

[daydreams-4ever]

It only takes one lie to break someones trust.

[endennnope]

“Are you alright?”

“...yes. I told you.”

They had been wandering the thick forests beyond the eternal holy city for a few days now, following the trail of the monster that was terrorizing the area and that the citizens of Dolos had pleaded for the knight to strike down. Little was known about it other than it was plant-like and omitted a strange scent only hybrids seemed to pick up on, causing...peculiar reactions in some of them. The knight wasn't entirely sure what was meant by that. The feline dolosian elder did not elaborate, quick to talk about the rewards.

Phainon’s eyes had searched his companion’s when the elderly man handed him a sealed crimson leaf. If it affected hybrid people...wouldn’t it be unsafe for him as well-?

The wolf hybrid shook his head as if he could read his thoughts and reached for the small bottle to uncork it and take a quick whiff. I’ll be fine. Let’s go.

He was not fine. Phainon could clearly tell by the increase of grunts and huffs Reaver tried to bite down. He wasn’t very talkative to begin with but he was so preoccupied to muffle his noises as to not alert Phainon that he had fallen completely silent safe for a few muttered words to navigate them through the forest. The knight suspected they were on the right track yet regret had started to trickle in with every suppressed noise of discomfort behind him. Reaver had taken just a small whiff back in Dolos to pick up the trail and merely made a face. But now the lingering scent in the forest grew strong enough to affect him and it worried the knight.

When Reaver failed to hold back a whimper this time, Phainon could no longer take it and abruptly came to a halt.

He was about to whirl around and suggest the wolf hybrid stay back and let him deal with the monster alone. After all, he didn't know what kind of effects it had on hybrids and he refused to expose him to it any longer and maybe even risk his life. If just the residue of its scent was enough to affect Reaver... He didn't want to find out what a direct encounter could do.

However, Reaver noticed too late that the knight had stopped walking and bumped right into his back. If Phainon had been a smaller and less fit man there was no doubt this would have been enough to knock him over and into the grass; Reaver was quite large and bulky after all.

The small bit of pride that had flared up in him vanished the moment he felt something hard nudge against his body.

Despite his picture perfect looks and behavior to the public eye, Phainon was no innocent man nor oblivious. He had read his fair amount of erotica to count one and one together. The plant monster. The strange scent. The way the elderly Dolosian’s eyes had darted around when he mentioned mysterious effects on hybrids. Reaver’s increased labored breathing and muffled groans. The very large, very prominent evidence grinding subtly into his back for friction. This was straight out of a C.Rice novel. And his resulting nightly fantasies when he had no one but his own two hands but that was a different topic for a different time.

Usually, the wolf hybrid would have retreated and mutter an apology. But he was still pressed against the knight’s back, nosing at his hair, hips bucking up in slow, subtle movements, seeking relief. Phainon felt a familiar heat spread from where their bodies were touching, traveling through his body, crawling up his neck and settling low in his stomach. He swallowed audibly and asked once more: “Reaver, are you alright?”

A few seconds passed and it felt like hours. Then he felt the wolf hybrid’s arm curl around his waist and pull him in closer, subtly adjusting his body like he was merely a toy for his pleasure and the knight’s eyes almost fluttered close. Reaver bent his head, lips brushing against a hot ear.

“...yes…I told you.”

Phainon bit his lip. His thoughts scattered and raced with every slow, delicious grind but he forced himself to focus and decide his next step.

He decided to...

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ask Reaver to stay behind and ride this out alone while he keeps going forward

rest here and take thorough "care" of Reaver

Voting ended onMay 9

[ficinprogress]

The Sharpest Anchor

Chapter 4

Word count: 3562

Summary: The morning mist finds the Going Merry drifting in a quiet lagoon while Y/N recovers in the infirmary.

Warning: This post may cause a sudden urge to protect the small doctor at all costs.

The following morning, the violent shudders of the ship had settled into a low, rhythmic vibration. The Merry was still drifting, the silver mist pressing against the infirmary porthole in a flat, featureless gray.

Inside the small cabin, the air was warm and smelled of cedarwood and the faint, sharp tang of a fresh medicinal salve. Chopper was standing on his tip-hooves at the end of the bed, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he tried to adjust the heavy wool blanket that had slipped during the night. He was moving with exaggerated care, trying not to make a single sound, but his small hooves clicked stubbornly against the floorboards.

Y/N watched him through half-closed eyes, her head resting comfortably on the pillow. She had been awake for a few minutes, watching the little doctor work himself into a quiet frenzy of caretaking.

"You're going to strain your back reaching like that," Y/N said softly, her voice much clearer than it had been the night before.

Chopper let out a tiny squeak, his ears snapping upright as he nearly fell off his hooves. "You're awake! I was just……the thermal regulation of the lower extremities is vital for–"

"You were being a sweetheart," Y/N interrupted, pushing herself up into a sitting position. The movement was easier today; the heavy, leaden feeling in her limbs had faded to a dull ache. She looked at Chopper, noting the way his small shoulders were hunched and the slight droop in his ears. "And you look like you haven't slept a wink. Come here."

Chopper trotted to the side of the bed, his blue nose twitching as he reached up to check her pulse with a professional air. "I had to monitor the ship’s torsion levels! If the hull twists too far, it can affect the pressure in the room, and that leads to–"

"It leads to a very tired doctor," Y/N said, catching his small hoof gently in her hand. It was cold. She frowned, her protective instincts flaring up. "Your hooves are like ice, Chopper. Why aren't you wearing those little boots I saw in your kit?"

"I... I didn't want to wake you up by rummaging through the trunk," he murmured, looking down at his feet.

Y/N didn't say another word. She reached out, scooped the small reindeer up, and tucked him directly under the heavy folds of her blanket. Chopper let out a muffled sound of surprise, but as the warmth hit him, he immediately went limp against her side.

"There," Y/N said, smoothing the fur on the back of his neck. "Now, you're going to stay right here and warm up. I don't care about the torsion or the pressure or the charts for the next twenty minutes."

Chopper poked his head out from under the covers, his large eyes wide and blinking rapidly. "But I have to check your vitals! And Sanji is going to bring breakfast soon, and I need to make sure it's the right consistency for your digestive system!"

"The vitals are fine, and I'll handle Sanji," Y/N replied, her tone leaving no room for argument as she adjusted the pillow so he could lean against it too. "You’ve been taking care of everyone else since they pulled me out of that water. It’s my turn to make sure you don't freeze solid."

Chopper leaned his weight into her, his ears finally relaxing as they flopped slightly to the side. He let out a long, contented sigh, his small body beginning to radiate a soft heat as he thawed out in the cocoon of blankets.

"You're very bossy for a patient," he whispered, though he made no move to get up. He let his head rest against her arm, his blue nose twitching as he finally allowed his heavy eyelids to flutter shut.

"It comes with the territory," Y/N murmured, resting her hand protectively over his back to keep the warmth locked in. She watched the way his chest began to rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm, the frantic energy of the morning finally giving way to the rest he clearly needed.  She looked toward the porthole, watching the flat, gray light of the lagoon. The silver mist outside seemed to press against the glass, isolating the infirmary from the rest of the ship.

A soft, hesitant knock sounded at the door.

Y/N instinctively tightened her arm around Chopper, her finger pressing to her lips in a silent command before the door even opened. The wood groaned as it swung inward, revealing the blonde cook, Sanji. He was balancing a tray with a fresh steaming bowl and a small glass of juice, but he froze the moment he saw the heap of blankets.

His eyes traveled from Y/N’s alert face down to the small, furry head poking out from the covers beside her.

"He's asleep," Y/N whispered, her voice barely a thread.

"The little doctor usually collapses in his chair when he hits his limit," Sanji murmured, his voice equally low as he set the tray down. He adjusted the glass of juice so it wouldn't rattle. "I’ve never seen anyone actually manage to talk him into the bed."

"He was freezing," Y/N whispered back, shifting slightly to make sure Chopper stayed covered. "He needs the rest more than I do right now."

Sanji didn't say anything for a moment, simply watching the way she protected the sleeping reindeer. He reached out and silently adjusted the tray, ensuring the spoon was within easy reach for her, before giving a single, approving nod.

"Eat while it's hot," he mouthed. He backed out of the room, pulling the door shut with such precision that the latch didn't even click.

The porridge sat untouched for a few minutes, the steam swirling in thin, lazy ribbons toward the low ceiling. Y/N kept her hand resting on Chopper’s back, feeling the tiny, rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat through the wool. Every few seconds, his ears would twitch in his sleep, reacting to the distant sounds of hammering from the deck above, but he didn't wake.

Finally, the chill of the room began to nip at her shoulders, and she reached for the tray with her free hand. She moved slowly, balancing the bowl on her lap while keeping the blankets tucked firmly around the sleeping doctor.

The porridge was creamy, flavored with honey and a hint of cinnamon that cut through the sterile scent of the infirmary. As she ate, she watched Chopper. Without his constant worrying and medical explanations, he looked incredibly young, almost fragile. It was easy to forget he was the one responsible for keeping everyone on this strange, battered ship alive.

A sudden, sharp thud vibrated through the hull, followed by the muffled sound of someone shouting on the deck.

Chopper’s eyes snapped open. He sat bolt upright, the blankets falling away from his small shoulders. "The torsion! Is the pressure dropping? Y/N, are you–"

He stopped mid-sentence, his large eyes darting from the bowl in her lap to the way her arm was still positioned to catch him if he fell. He blinked, the fog of sleep clearing as he realized where he was. A bright, rosy pink flush began to creep up his face, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I... I fell asleep," he stammered, his hooves fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "I'm a doctor! I'm supposed to be monitoring the recovery environment, not participating in the napping!"

"The recovery environment was improved by sixty percent because you stopped shivering," Y/N said, her voice warm and teasing. She held out a spoonful of the porridge toward him. "And the patient is feeling much better seeing her doctor actually looking rested. Open up."

Chopper looked at the spoon, then at her, his bottom lip trembling slightly. "You... you don't have to share your medicine-food with me."

"It's not medicine, it's breakfast. And if you don't eat some, I'll tell the cook you're being a difficult patient," she threatened gently.

Chopper’s blue nose wiggled as the scent of the honey reached him. He leaned forward and took the bite, his eyes widening as the warmth hit his stomach. "Sanji put extra honey in this," he muffled, a small smile finally breaking through his embarrassment.

"He did," Y/N agreed, scooping another spoonful. "Probably because he knew he was feeding two people."

Chopper chewed slowly, his small shoulders finally losing the last bit of tension. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on the medical ledger still sitting open on the desk, the ink dry and the notes half-finished. For the first time since the shipwreck, he didn't immediately scramble back to his stool.

"It’s quiet," he whispered, his ears swiveling toward the ceiling. "The hammering stopped."

Y/N tilted her head, listening. The distant clink-clink that had been the soundtrack to her recovery had indeed vanished, replaced by the soft, rushing sound of water against the hull. The ship felt lighter, as if a great weight had been lifted from its wooden bones.

"Is that good?" she asked, offering him another spoonful of the honeyed porridge.

“Usopp must have finished the primary bracing. We’re not twisting in the current anymore." Chopper explained, his voice gaining a bit of its professional confidence back.

He took the second bite, his eyes squinting happily. As he swallowed, he looked up at Y/N, his expression turning serious again. "I’m glad you’re here. When we found you... I was worried because you were so cold, and the sea was so gray. I didn't think anyone could survive that long in the lagoon."

Y/N set the bowl down on the tray, her fingers trailing over the soft fur of his forearm. "I had a very persistent doctor. I think he would have followed me back from the grave just to tell me my temperature was too low."

Chopper turned a deeper shade of pink, hiding his face behind his hooves for a second. "Shut up! Calling me persistent doesn't make me happy, you jerk!" He wiggled his body in a little embarrassed dance, though he didn't move away from her side.

The door creaked open again, and this time, the orange-haired woman Y/N had seen briefly on the deck peeked her head inside. She looked tired, with a smudge of grease on her cheek, but her eyes brightened when she saw the two of them tucked into the bed.

"Oh, look at this," Nami said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. "Chopper, are you slacking off, or is the patient holding you hostage?"

Chopper squeaked and tried to scramble out of the blankets, but Y/N kept a firm, gentle hand on his shoulder.

"He's under strict medical orders to finish his breakfast," Y/N told her, meeting Nami's gaze with a playful challenge.

Nami laughed, a clear, genuine sound that seemed to chase away the last of the room's clinical gloom. "Good. Someone needs to keep him in one place. We’re moving again, Luffy found a break in the mist."

Nami stepped further into the room, her eyes scanning the small infirmary with the practiced ease of someone used to checking every corner of the ship. "The current is picking up," she said, her voice dropping the playful edge. "It’s a bit of a bumpy ride from here out of the lagoon, so make sure everything is tied down."

Chopper immediately tried to wiggle out from under the blanket again. "The medicine bottles! If the ship tilts, the glass will–"

"I already secured them while you were snoring, Chopper," Nami said, waving a hand dismissively. She turned her attention back to Y/N. "How are you feeling? Really? We’re heading toward the nearest inhabited island to get proper supplies, but according to my charts, the coordinates are a bit... unusual for this part of the Grand Line."

Y/N leaned forward, her interest piqued. "What do you mean by unusual?"

"The magnetic pull is erratic," Nami explained, crossing her arms. "It’s like the island is trying to hide. Most people avoid this sector entirely because the mist never truly clears."

Y/N’s eyes widened, a spark of recognition cutting through the last of her exhaustion. "The mist never clears because of the warm springs meeting the cold reef currents," she said, her voice growing animated. "Nami, you're describing Aethelgard. That’s my home."

Nami’s eyebrows shot up, and she immediately pulled a rolled-up chart from her belt, spreading it out over the edge of the bed. "Aethelgard? I’ve seen it mentioned in old logs, but most sailors call it a ghost myth because the Log Pose behaves so sporadically near those reefs. You're saying we’re heading straight for it?"

"If you've caught the eastward drift, then yes," Y/N said, tracing a finger over a blank spot on Nami’s map where only a few jagged lines were sketched. "The reefs are dangerous if you don't know the entry, but it’s the perfect place to resupply. The markets there have everything the Merry needs for repairs."

The ship suddenly lurched as it caught a fresh swell, the timbers groaning in protest. Chopper yelped, losing his balance and tumbling forward. Y/N instinctively caught him, pulling the small reindeer against her chest to steady him.

"I've got you," she murmured, her chin resting naturally on the top of his pink hat. The motion was so fluid, so deeply rooted in the protective instinct she felt for the little doctor who had saved her life, that she didn't even think about the words before they left her lips.

Chopper tucked his head under her chin, his hooves clutching her sleeves as the ship settled into the new rhythm of the waves. He felt incredibly safe, surrounded by her warmth and the steady beat of her heart. The exhaustion from his long night and the comfort of her embrace made his brain go a little fuzzy.

"Thanks, Mom," he mumbled into her shoulder, his voice muffled and heavy with sleepiness.

The room went dead silent.

Nami’s eyes went wide, her mouth popping open in a silent 'O'. Y/N froze, her breath catching as the words echoed in the small space. Chopper stiffened. It took exactly three seconds for his brain to catch up with his mouth. He slowly pulled back, his large eyes shifting from Y/N’s face to Nami’s stunned expression. A bright, burning crimson flush started at his nose and raced all the way to the tips of his blue antlers.

"I…I mean! Y/N! I meant Y/N!" he shrieked, his voice jumping three octaves. He scrambled out of the bed so fast he nearly tripped over the tray. "The torsion! The medicine! I have to go check the... the thing!" He bolted out of the infirmary, his hooves drumming a frantic, embarrassed beat against the deck as he vanished into the hallway.

Nami let out a slow whistle, a smirk growing on her face. "Well. I think you just got promoted."

Y/N blinked, her heart still doing a strange little somersault at the sound of Chopper’s retreating, frantic hooves. The weight of his small body still felt present against her chest, a phantom warmth that made the word he’d used ring in her ears.

"Promoted," Y/N repeated softly, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips despite her own surprise. "I suppose there are worse titles to have on a pirate ship."

Nami laughed, tucking her charcoal pencil behind her ear. "Usually people start as 'swab' or 'cook's helper.' You went straight to 'Matriarch.'” She said before her expression soon shifted back to the business at hand. She smoothed out the chart, her eyes darting between the jagged sketches and the blank space Y/N had pointed to.

"If Aethelgard is really that close, we have a problem," Nami said, her finger tapping the paper. "The Merry is in no shape to play tag with black reefs. If the magnetic field is as messy as I think, my Log Pose is going to be useless once we hit the inner circle of the mist."

"You won't need the Log Pose," Y/N said, her voice steadying as she transitioned into the role of guide. "The island protects itself with a 'siren current.' It pulls ships toward the rocks by design. To get in, you have to steer against the visual horizon and follow the temperature of the water."

Nami looked impressed, leaning in closer. "Temperature navigation? That’s sophisticated. I can track that."

The door creaked again, but it wasn't a panicked reindeer this time. Zoro leaned into the frame, his green hair ruffled by the wind and a light dusting of salt on his haramaki. He looked from Nami’s maps to Y/N, his sharp eye assessing the situation.

"The squirt just ran past me like he saw a ghost," Zoro grunted, crossing his arms. "Nearly knocked me down the hatch. What happened?"

"He just had a moment of clarity," Nami teased, giving Y/N a conspiratorial wink. "And Y/N just gave us our destination. We’re heading for Aethelgard. Her home."

Zoro walked over to the porthole, squinting at the gray veil outside. "Reefs?"

"The worst kind," Y/N answered. "Obsidian-sharp and hidden just under the surface."

"Good," Zoro muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "I was getting bored with the mist. If the ship is going to get us there, we need to know exactly where to put the blades if we hit something."

"I need to get to the deck," Nami decided, rolling up her maps. "Luffy is probably trying to use the reefs as a jungle gym by now. Y/N, if you’re up for it, I’ll need you at the helm in an hour. No one knows those waters better than a local."

"I'll be there," Y/N promised.

As Nami and Zoro headed out, Y/N caught a glimpse of a small, blue nose peeking around the corner of the doorframe again. Chopper was hovering, his hat pulled down low over his eyes to hide his lingering blush.

"Are… are they gone?" Chopper whispered, his voice still small and trembling with the leftovers of his massive embarrassment. He didn't look up, instead focusing very intently on the wood grain of the doorframe.

Y/N leaned back against her pillows, a soft, inviting smile on her face. "They’re gone, Chopper. It's just us and the maps now."

The reindeer slowly shuffled into the room, his hooves making a hesitant clack-clack on the floor. He still wouldn't meet her eyes, his blue nose twitching nervously. "I'm sorry about... the thing I said. My brain was just... overheated from the clinical data and the ship's torsion and the–"

"Chopper," Y/N interrupted gently, reaching out her hand. He stopped talking and finally looked up, his big, watery eyes peering out from under the brim of his pink hat.

 "I didn't mind," she said, her voice dropping to a tender, quiet tone. "Actually, it just... it reminded me of home. I have five brothers and sisters back on Aethelgard, you know. It’s been so long since I've been around anyone who needed 'mothering' that it felt good to hear it again."

Chopper’s big, watery eyes blinked up at her. "Five? You have five siblings?"

"I do," Y/N smiled, a genuine spark of joy in her eyes as she thought of the chaos of her household. "And two parents who are probably pacing the docks every single day looking for me. So, hearing you say that... it felt like a little piece of home found me before we even reached the island."

Chopper’s lower lip stopped wobbling, replaced by a wide, toothy grin. He did a little wobbly dance on his feet, his hooves clattering happily against the floorboards. "Shut up! You saying nice things like that doesn't make me happy at all, you jerk!" His little tail was wagging so fast it was practically a blur.

He trotted over to the side of the bed and hopped up, sitting tall and puffing out his chest. "Well, if your parents are waiting, then we really can't be late! I’m going to make sure you’re at one hundred percent strength before we hit those reefs. The air near Aethelgard is full of salt and minerals, and I need to ensure your lungs are clear!"

Y/N laughed, reaching over to adjust his hat. "I’m glad I have the best doctor on the Grand Line to get me ready for the reunion."

"I'll go get the tonic Sanji made!" Chopper declared, his embarrassment finally fully replaced by his medical mission. He scrambled off the bed with newfound energy. "And then I'll help you get to the deck. You're the navigator for the 'Whale's Path,' and as your doctor, I'm responsible for making sure you don't overexert yourself on the way to the helm!"

He marched toward the door, his head held high. Just before he stepped out, he paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, Chopper?"

"I'll... I'll tell the others to sail extra fast," he said seriously. "Since your family is waiting."

[ackwrmeans]

❀ LOOK THAT MATTERS | LEEHAN - BND

盛宴ㅤ────  idol!leehan x illit!fem-reader ; established relationship ; secret dating ; cute ; cliche ; y/n a little shy ; much smiles and kisses 盛宴ㅤ──── type:: one shot & short 盛宴ㅤ──── sinopse:: in which Leehan is eager to see you, because that was already a prize. 盛宴ㅤ────  note :: sorry,english is not my first language ♡

THE ATMOSPHERE AFTER THE MMA Awards performances and awards was one of enormous tumult and excitement; many fans were still agitated and many of the groups were already saying goodbye and taking advantage of the moment to interact with each other ─ this moment that in the end always generated a lot of lively buzz among the fandom, often strengthening fans of different groups.

The BoyNextDoor group, being so energetic and friendly, greeted each group at every step they took. Most of the brief topics were about how amazing the event had been once again and comments on the various performances that beautifully presented themselves.

But something Leehan longed for most was interaction with his group ─ more specifically, an interaction with you, even if it was quick or just an exchange of glances, that would be more precious than any prize he could win.

Taesan, who was beside him, noticed how his group mate looked anxiously to the sides, back and a little forward. He noticed how Leehan's feet slightly raised to see any movement of someone specific, which Leehan had always made clear how lost he was between that person.

The corner of Taesan's lips lifted slightly in a mocking smile and he moved a little closer to Leehan, murmuring:

"You'll break your neck if you keep looking for her like that."

"If it's to see her..."

Leehan didn't flinch, he just let out a small laugh and shook his head, pushing him lightly as he continued his slightly desperate search, because neither of them could leave without at least meeting each other.

It was then that your bright eyes captured her figure, which, even from afar, already gave you a complete adrenaline rush. You walked with your arm around Minju's arm, a close member of your group, while you greeted some other groups and interacted with each other briefly as you moved along.

Leehan's heart was in turmoil and his mind kept saying "come soon", as if he actually had some control over your approach. The desire to have you close was almost uncontrollable, but he couldn't get lost from the group at any cost, even if the desire to have you close soon disturbed him.

The footsteps of the two groups approached and Leehan had already straightened his posture and cleared his throat as you and your group approached. The two groups bowed respectfully to each other, and you did too, to all the other members ── but oops, not to him.

The various cameras - both from fans and from the show itself - managed to capture your excitement as you waved to Leehan in a slightly agitated and playful way, a smile present on both of your faces as you passed each other. Through the camera, it was possible to see you and the girls from Illit exchanging light giggles afterwards and one of them pushing you slightly because of the smile you clearly couldn't hide.

With Leehan, it wasn't much different. It seemed like just seeing you was the way to go, and that's definitely no exaggeration; another smile crept across his lips as he chatted with some members and greeted other groups.

That didn't go unnoticed by you, by other members - who were divided between greeting the others and teasing them for the still-present idiotic smile - and by the cameras. Maybe from gossip on other days? Very likely, but who cares if you at least had a little meeting? Oh, that was enough.

LEEHAN SMILED AS HE BROUGHT his hand to your face, his eyes taking in every close detail he longed to see after all the introductions. You smiled, and your eyes strayed for a moment to another corner of the silent room, which only contained the light breathing of the two.

"No need to be shy..." He murmured, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "Darling."

Your stomach churned a little and you bit the bottom corner of your lip, which made his smile grow a little wider ─ and wow, what a smile.

"Do you like it when I call you that? Do you like it, darling?" Leehan asked again, leaving his arms around Y/N's waist, who had her arms around his neck.

She nodded and turned her eyes to him, the corner of her lips lifting in a small smile as her ears burned. Leehan let out a small laugh and leaned in to place a simple kiss on her collarbone.

He turned his eyes to her again and said,

"It took me a while to shake off the boys." He pouted.

You laughed a little at the sincerity in his words.

"I couldn't find you," she replied, watching him lower his face to her neck. You felt slight shivers run through your body as you felt his even breathing against your skin. You reached out and ran a hand through his smooth, soft hair, twirling a few strands between your fingers.

He sniffed a little, lifting his face.

"You took a while to greet the other groups. I thought we wouldn't see each other all night," he confessed.

You stared at him for a few seconds before looking away and letting yourself laugh again at the pout on his lips. You stood on your tiptoes for a moment and then brought your lips, still covered in lip gloss, to Leehan's, in a simple, brief peck—something he not only craved, but once he'd won, it felt like he'd won the entire night all over again.

"That's it?" Leehan complained, a playful smile flickering between his lips.

You rolled your eyes with an amused smile as you leaned in for another kiss. He held your waist tightly and squeezed lightly, almost as if asking you to stay there, together as you'd wanted all night.

When you pulled away, breathing heavily, Leehan placed the last kisses on your eyes, then on your chin, jaw, and finally on the corner of your lips.

"I really wanted to see you, dear."

"Me too, baby."

[monsoonwrites]

Maybe my heart is an empty vessel,waiting and yearning to be filled with the weight of your presence.Come soon,fill me with you,my love

Confessions to the man I haven't even met yet