#seokku

[doehye-blog]

* x

[ x ]

* - For an early morning text.

[ sms ⇝ Seokkie oppa ] I had a nightmare.. Please wake up, talking to you makes me feel better.. I’m scared (ノдヽ)

x - For a secret text.

[ sms ⇝ Seokkie oppa ] Oppa.. I.. I want to cuddle with you.. I hope you don’t mind..

[doehye-blog]

Describing you in one word? Lovely.

If your muse could describe my muse in one word, what would it be? [ x ]

You’re very sweet, Hyungseok oppa.. [‘she murmurs, smiling shyly at her shoes as her cheeks darken]

[doehye-blog]

♠

Send me a ♠ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours masturbating [ x ]

          She had just arrived at his apartment, running a small hand through her wind-rumpled curls as she knocks lightly on the door. Jihye pouts as no one answers, huffing out her cheeks. Where was he? Hyungseok was supposed to be helping her with her homework before her photo shoot, never mind that she was fifteen minutes earlier than their originally planned time. She knocks again, bumping her knee against the door a few times as she struggles to keep all of her books and folders in order. Her frown deepens as she gets no response, and decides to reach forward and jiggle the door handle to see if it was unlocked.

          To her surprise, it was, and she tentatively lets herself in. She calls his name, eyes wandering the living room as she leans back against the door to close it carefully. With a huff, the small brunette sets down her books, standing up and listening closely. Did she just hear something? Her eyebrows furrow and she silently makes her way down the dim hall, finding a door half-open, throwing a rectangular sliver of light down across the hall carpet.

         The sudden, deep groan that reverberates into her ears startles her, and she has to bite back a squeak of surprise. She inches her way towards the door, hesitating before peeking into the opening, her eyes going wide as she finds Hyungseok sitting up in bed, leaning back against his pillows with only his boxers on. 

          Jihye can’t help but stare, biting her lip hard to not gasp out loud as his hand starts to rub against the noticeable bulge beneath the thin fabric. Hyungseok’s sexy bed hair fell into his dark eyes perfectly, his toned abdomen flexing as he wraps his hand around his hardened cock beneath the fabric, starting to pump himself slowly, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering closed as his lips part in a loud moan. Jihye knew she shouldn’t be watching, but she couldn’t stop herself, and she was frozen in her place.

          When another groan escapes his lips, she swears she hears her own name, and her knees buckle slightly. She should leave, what would happen if she got caught? And why was she suddenly so turned on? With a whimper at the throbbing between her legs, she takes a tight hold on the door handle to steady herself, but her sudden loss of balance makes her stumble forward into the bedroom, the door she was clinging to swinging open. 

         Unfortunately, all of the sudden movement and noise pulls Hyungseok’s attention to the petite brunette, and her whole body flushes as their eyes meet. She can read the way he pieces things together in his eyes, and wishes she could just melt into a wet, slightly horny puddle right then and there to escape his sexy gaze. She had been caught.

[povpee]

seokku

                  ❝What's this?❞

            ( the young woman spoke,               holding up her pinky to               the male before her,               wiggling it slightly. )

                  ❝It's a micro-wave.❞

[doehye-blog]

♥

Send me a ♥ and I’ll fill out [ x ]

If we kissed?

[ x ] Quickie. — Aigoo..[ x ] Tongue.[ xx ] Softly bite your lip.[] We wouldn’t.[ xxxxx ] Long and meaningful.[] Let’s hit up the bedroom.[] You remember last time?[] Awkward…[] Lol no.Would I go out with you?[ x ] Yes, definitely. [‘smiles shyly][] No.[] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.[ x ] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family.[] You’re cute, but probably not.[] Just simply not my type.[] If I knew you better.[] Already did.[] I don’t know.If we took a picture together, we’d be…[ x ] Hugging each other.[] Just chilling.[ x ] Holding hands.[ x ] Kissing. [‘blushes][] Acting dumb.[] Normal picture.[ x ] You holding me from behind.You are…[] Cute/Pretty.[ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ] Good looking.[] Sexy.[ x ] All of the above You + me + room = …[ x ] Movies.[ xxxx ] Cuddling.[ xxx ] Hanging out.[ xxxx ] Kissing. [‘blushes darkly][] Playing games.[ xx ] Everything.[] Wouldn’t let you in.You should…[] Hit me up.[ x ] Be mine. [] Marry me.[] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.[] be studyingIf we got married, I’d…[] Divorce you.[ xxxxxx ] Make kids.[] Take your money and bounce.[] Smash every day.[] I would cheat on you.[ xxxxxxxxxxx ] Be faithful.[] Kill you in your sleep [] We wouldn’t

[doehye-blog]

¡

[ x ]

[‘she blushes darkly and lowers her gaze shyly] Aigoo.. I’m attracted to you, too, Hyungseok-ah.. There’s definitely no denying that.. [‘she bites her lip, glancing up at him from beneath her bangs]

[doehye-blog]

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≺ seokku ≻

         Jihye wakes up to her alarm, grumbling slightly as she rolls over in bed to turn the rather annoying device off. She curls her small hands into delicate fists, rubbing at her eyes gently as she yawns. She's sleepily staring up at the ceiling when she remembers why she woke up so early, and she grins brightly, sitting up and sliding out of bed. She makes her way into the bathroom, turning on the shower, a little bounce to her step. 

          She steps from the shower with a puff of steam, drying her hair first and then her body, padding barefoot back to her room. She smiles as she opens her drawers, pulling a pair of distressed jeans and a loose, over-sized tee from their confines. After tugging on her undergarments, she gets dressed and pads off to the kitchen, tiptoeing up to reach her favorite brand of cereal, tugging it down from the high shelf to make herself a bowl. 

          Of course, she remembers to check the time every so often to make sure she wasn't running late, legs swung over the arm rest of the sofa as she eats, watching the morning cartoons. Once finished, she sets her bowl in the sink and washes it out before heading back to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and doing her hair. Soon enough, Jihye's all ready for the day, and she smiles to herself as she slips her feet into a pair of old black combat boots. A moment later, she's leaving her apartment with her bag (which is packed full of snacks, water bottles, and gardening gloves and tools) swung over her shoulders, giving Bear's head a gentle peck, and then she's on her way. 

          She arrives in no time, looking around the other volunteers with a shy smile, tucking a dark curl that had escaped her messy topknot behind her ear. Everyone looked happy and ready to work, as was she, and she swings her bag around to tug her gardening gloves and tools from their pockets. With a quiet smile, she dons the gloves as she listens to the director of the program speak, nodding along gently. For some reason, Jihye had a good feeling about today.

[doehye-blog]

2!

2. shrinking your muse’s favorite shirt in the wash [ x ]

           She hums quietly, carrying the big laundry basket down to the laundry room in the building. Hyungseok and Jihye had decided on taking turns when it came to doing laundry, and that was fine with Jihye. She didn’t really mind doing laundry, it was kind of fun for her to get the warm clothes from the dryer and fold them prettily, since she was almost always cold nowadays (and it was nice to have something warm to hug onto while she made her way back upstairs).

           Jihye puffs out her cheeks as she sets the basket onto the ground, opening the dryer and carefully lifting the warm clothes from the machine and setting them into the basket. She absentmindedly recognizes who each article of clothing belongs to, until she comes across a certain shirt. There was something wrong with it, and she couldn’t figure it out until she thought for a few moments. Upon realizing what happened, her eyes widen dramatically, lips parting in disbelief.

            She quickly gathers the rest of their last load and closes the door to the machine, bolting back upstairs as fast as she could, feeling absolutely terrible. Hyungseok was in the kitchen, working on making lunch for them when Jihye sets the basket on the ground next to the couch, almost on the verge of tears. She takes the shirt and hides it from sight behind her back, slowly making her way into the kitchen, panicking about Hyungseok’s reaction. She had to tell him— It was his favorite shirt, after all!

            “U-Uhm.. O-oppa..” Jihye starts off hesitantly, lips trembling just slightly. “I.. S-something bad happened..” And before she could finish, Hyungseok was in front of her, checking all over to see if she was alright. “What happened? Are you okay?” He kept asking these questions over and over again, making sure the delicate female wasn’t hurt in any way. Jihye nods quietly before lightly resting one hand against Hyungseok’s chest to get his attention, the other still hiding the shirt behind her back, looking up into his eyes.

            When she tells him, he doesn’t say a word, and that makes her feel even worse. Carefully, she produces the shirt from behind her back, holding it up in front of her to show the size difference. It had went from his perfect size to her perfect size within a day, and Jihye felt incredibly guilty. She opens her mouth again, a jumble of apologies on the tip of her tongue, when Hyunseok starts to laugh. It’s soft and light, and it takes Jihye by total surprise. “Wh-what’s wrong? Wh-why are you l-laughing?” She asks, voice shaking since she had been on the verge of tears just a few moments ago. 

            “So what if it doesn’t fit me anymore? It looks like it’s now the perfect size for you.. And I’d love to see you in it” He grins and loops his arms around Jihye’s thin waist, hugging her tight. The petite girl is in shock, unable to process his words before she starts to giggle, hiding her face in the curve of his strong shoulder. She should’ve known he’d be so understanding. He always had been.