#xm kangjun

[goodbye-sunny]

Free Doll || Solo

Anyone that dared to wander along the long corridor that led to Jun’s modest room would face, on this unique occasion, his cousin standing at the center of the walls around her. If they attempted to kick her out, she would simply turn around, for her back faced the entrance, and tell them that the only living member of her family left the Institute without whispering a word of it to her. She’d make them believe that she was engulfed with confusion, guilt and nostalgia.

Obviously, they would believe her just as much as Jun never doubted the lies he had been fed with from the moment he had stepped inside Sunny’s apartment and until she sent him away to this school.

There she stood, barely moving an inch of her body and taking in her environment, which comprised of the basic furniture she believed was already here before his arrival. The rest that he had taken with him to god knows where probably didn’t take much place either; the room didn’t look much different from her last visit to him. The only element that stood was surely – what was it – her name again? Sojung? Yes, the white cat that kept purring for him and that would calm down his heartbeat whenever the blonde would be the cause of its irregular pounding.

Intelligence hadn’t been kind to her desire – and need – to locate her dear baby cousin. He disappeared without much of a trace and, Sunny suggested to herself, there were chances that he faded away in some part of the Land of Wonder that made it difficult for her to just dig in freely. Perhaps Sori, in which mutant laws were much stricter. Jun would’ve been able to vanish in the mass, whereas his guardian made a show of herself to share her beliefs with the population.

He managed to slip in between the little holes she hoped he wouldn’t fall in. It was his win and her loss.

However, as Sunny swung herself out of the window, she just knew that if he ever slipped up, the vigilante would be able to exert her control over his faithful puppet.

[droppedshinyeong]

lust

Somi knew things were not supposed to be like this, but she could not stop herself. She needed some release and he had been teasing her the whole night with their dancing. He would move her in such a sensual way that the backroom was the farthest she could make it without probable cause of bodily harm.

Propping him up the door, she dropped to her knees and began to undo his belt loop. She could feel as he laced his fingers through her hair. In seconds, Somi had his hard and throbbing dick in her greedy fingers. Kangjun groaned as she tasted him with the tip of her tongue. She took him deep in her mouth, sucking and licking, in a perfect rhythm until she was sure he couldn’t take it anymore.

Grabbing her by her upper arms he tugged up her dress and moved her black panties to the side. Just as he was about to take her…

~Ring~

Somi woke up. Slamming her alarm clock off she rolled out of bed and into a cold shower. “Stupid wet dream about a man I don’t even know.” She muttered under her breath as she stepped under the cold spray.

[x-qri]

lust

lust

bodies find comfort against walls. hers finds love against another’s. the wind that hits her back as she’s thrown against the plaster has the oxygen leaving her lips in a more surprising gasp than she intends. the body that joins hers is one she can’t remember. the name is lost on her lips as yura allows hands to meet hers, connecting them before she finds it useless and unnecessary. 

she wants to touch; to be touched but that doesn’t mean she wants to be held.

it’s dark in the small room that hides behind closed eyes. her lips protrude out when she feels his lips against her neck, enough to have her own sound of delight elicit itself from her vocal chords; much louder than she feels. it’s like a porno except without the pause and retouching. it’s odd how fast they’re away from the door and already nude against the sheets.

her animalistic instincts rise from her bloodstream, veins darken as her nails claw at his back. she knows they’ll scar and she finds her teeth ripping at his shoulder at the thought. there’s pain but she knows she’s the one giving it and fortunately not receiving it.

that is until her eyes meet the unforeseeing glare of morning. red eyes blink away from their crusted closure, attempting to rid herself of the dream — and the eyes that seem to burn at backs of her irises. 

[goodbye-sunny]

What is your worst childhood memory?

(/adds a cube of sugar to her coffee, feeling like she’ll need an extra boost to the previous five already in the mug – those grey faces seem to be awfully interested in her life, but it does make her think of her earliest memories until she had to pull the trigger on someone – it’s safe to say a man robbed her of a proper childhood and, in return, she had done the same to a younger boy, much more – if it was a way to project herself on him, she had no idea – more importantly, she has a little idea of what helped her wrap her hand around a gun and not look back on the choice she made)

When I was left crying for food in my own house. Thought I was going to die from my stomach growling until someone picked me up and make me a bowl of ramen. He’s horrible at cooking, but I slept well that night against his chest.

[goodbye-sunny]

Who's your favorite person?

(/raises an eyebrow from behind her coffee mug, taking a sip before looking up to the ceiling – obviously is having a hard time deciding who she prefers out of all the people she met – part of the bunch were one-night flings and most of the people she knew, she only had the opportunity to know their name and the information Yoko provided her as they ended up in a pool of blood soon enough after looking at her – a lot of people she encountered lately ended up inviting her over for them to end up tangled in blankets and bed sheets – as much as it is entertaining and pleasant, they couldn’t make it past the one person that had always been by her side, even though she kicked him out of the house months ago)

Jun. He has always been good to me, always wanted to please his cousin, and I’ve been a rotten liar to him. Yes, it was the right thing to do. He wouldn’t have understood then. He says he doesn’t want to do any of that, but I’m trying to bring him back, to make him see how I see things. He’s a good tool to use even though he’s a good boy… He’s seen too much to be as good as he wants to be.

[goodbye-sunny]

Hate Them, Not Me || Kangjun & Sunny

It had been months since she last stepped on the school’s grounds. A true blessing for her that most of her contacts weren’t linked to such fools. Maybe Sunny should’ve sent her baby cousin in the army as rough training also would’ve occupied his young brain enough for him to forget about their previous altercation. However, even sending him miles away from her wasn’t going to get him off her mind. She didn’t want him to find out, but she wanted him to understand. Somehow, the vigilante persuaded herself that he would.

Was visiting him actually worth the trip to the Institution? That dirty human lover filled place she sent him to prevent him to see the cold, hard truth. That he was a killer, just like her. Well no, not really. The child didn’t know what he was doing. The furniture adorning their living room and bedrooms were actually corpses for her to keep around. Trophies for doing the right thing, a job reserved for the righteous.

And perhaps for the twisted people like her, but that was beside the point.

The funniest detail about the mutant must be their security or rather their lack thereof. For someone used to conceal herself in the shadows and jump from one rooftop to another, waltzing through the vast green field after the metal gates to head to the students’ dormitories turned to be an easy task. Climbing up the wall to his room wasn’t much of a challenge either, especially when an old friend indicated the way prior to this visit.

Sunny didn’t know what to expect from this encounter, but as she opened his window far too naturally and set herself on his bed, she wondered how her dear cousin would react to her sole presence.