Synopsys: Minho takes a vacation to the rural area to escape his nightmares. Instead, he finds drought and desolation in the fields and begins to question why he feels so condemned; what exactly his soul searches for.
Genre: Reunited past life lovers, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Supernatural
Pairing: Lee Minho x female reader
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: Minho-centric in the beginning but the romance appears I swear, reader is perhaps not a human, mentioned character death (in past lives), there's comfort to the angst, discourse on divinity and Gods, happy ending (?), reader has female pronouns, one natural disaster
A/N: Written completely based off the picture above. Before the video even came out.
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“Wake up.
It’s raining.”
A soft female voice spoke these words to Minho, in a dream, somewhere far away in the hidden parts of his mind, and yet so close to his first waking moments; it was almost as if feather-like lips briefly grazed his ears as he stirred awake.
As the morning light greeted his tired eyes, he realized that he was spared from nightmares the past night. This familiar, kind voice was somewhat comforting, although he couldn’t tell who it belonged to - a figure of his imagination, a distant memory, repeated words of romance movies? Still, the fact that he wasn’t troubled by disturbing images in his sleep brought him a sense of peace, and so he was able to have a calm start to his day. Vintage style, he boiled water in a kettle and mixed it with coffee and sugar, stirring it generously to create delicious foam. As he ate his toast and drank his coffee, he stared into the looming nothingness of the fields.
He had returned to the farmhouse, a place he doesn’t frequently visit and yet it always calls to him. The house belonged to the elders of the family, but after deciding it was better for their health to move them to the city and closer to the rest of the family, they sold the house to the neighbours. Having grown up with said neighbours, Minho is allowed to visit whenever he likes, to use the spare room and relax in nature.
That morning everyone else was already out in the field - he decided against joining them on the first day of his vacation. Truth be told, he was exhausted. The lack of sleep and stress ran him dry, and as much as he knows working the fields will bring his soul some healing, he wants to take it slow in the beginning. So, he grabbed one of the books he packed, stepped outside into the hot sun and sat on the porch. It was just him, Jules Verne, and the dry cracked earth around the house.
The sea monster, the submarine and underwater adventures described by Jules Verne trapped Minho in a bubble, a bubble of air floating in and out of the water, in and out of existence. Before he knew it, despite the cup of coffee he had just drunk, he became drowsy and fell asleep.
“I don’t blame you for leaving me behind.” The voice said, gently, like a whisper, a song of the sirens harmonizing with the chaotic percussion of the waves hitting against each other. The water was flowing, and it was bubbling, and it was restless. Without any mercy, he was being strung along the waves, without any rock to hold on to, without any trace of another human in sight. It was raining, and it was cold, and it was violent. But more than anything, the water threatened to swallow him whole, drown him in a river of guilt.
He was guilty, is what he thought upon waking up. His hands were shaking and he was drenched in sweat, and a dull ache clawed at his heart, making him regret something unknown, making him long for something he cannot describe, making him search for answers to a question he didn’t know how to phrase.
Since being alone didn’t do him any good, Minho decided to join his old neighbours on the fields. Driving down the beaten path stirred up clouds of dust in his wake, and Minho wondered how come the situation had become so dreadful. Exactly as imagined, he found his peers having a heated debate over the poor crop condition.
“The irrigation system simply cannot keep up. Fertilizer doesn’t help, and even changing the seeds was useless. It’s been months since this drought… “
It was quite silly, he thought. Searching for an alternative solution to the obvious one was foolish and useless. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, chasing after something that does not exist. The only thing that could possibly solve the drought is the rain.
Minho was very disappointed in his vacation. There was little to no fieldwork to be done, and to add to that, his nightmares didn’t seem to ease up. When he felt the call to visit the farmhouse, he thought it was his intuition telling him he needed a break from the city, from work, from the bustling social life. He had thought that the cozy rural life, the fresh food and the return to simple things would heal him, but it wasn’t so. The next night Minho woke up with his throat burning, his nose aching, hands springing to hold his neck. He was suffocating, his whole being was clogged up, filled up with something very foreign and very confusing.
In his anxious, frantic movement, there was a sudden jolt of the elbow which resulted in him tipping over his glass of water which was on the nightstand. He went to get out of bed to clean, but as his feet left the bed, they landed in the puddle of water. He cringed at the feeling. It was cold.
Usually, harvest season was a very fulfilling time for Minho. Even though the crops weren’t his and he’d earn no money from helping, he always would. Something about the hard work, the physical labour, was very rewarding to him. Seeing the baskets of goodies before him and the look of joy in people’s eyes when they bought fresh ingredients from the market, it was all he needed. The air was fresher, the people were kinder, and although lady nature sometimes had something to say in the matter, it felt as if people were really getting fair rewards for all the hard work they did.
However, fair is not a word Minho would use while looking at the fields this year. They have been looking inside shallow holes for potatoes for hours now, and the results were disappointing to say the least. The potatoes were either really small or shrivelled up beyond belief, with not a lot left to salvage. The tomato harvest was also subpar, and the barrels were mostly devoid of grapes.
Seeing the barrels lined up in front of the house with nothing inside them gave Minho an uneasy feeling. The fields were empty, the barrels were empty, there was this looming sense of absence, of loss, filling the air.
The nightmares wouldn’t stop, either. He kept being carried by the currents, rolling down a river with no beginning and no end, with no control over his destiny. All of these water related dreams made him conflicted about the coming of rain; it was the one thing this town needed to be revived, and yet, after spending so many nights drowning, Minho was afraid the rain might be the end of him, the end of everything.
Exhaustion began to make itself known on his body; he had deep circles under his eyes, his hands were shaking while holding his coffee; he became clumsy and grumpy. Yet, he refused to lay down and rest, he pleaded to be taken back into the fields, because the bed and his mind terrified him. He was starting to realise he was truly, terribly, unwell.
Despite his pleas, his neighbours refused to allow him to come along and told him to relax at the farmhouse for the day. It was exactly what Minho didn’t wish to happen, for the loneliness made reality be a little too real. When people were around he could pretend he was alright, he could pretend to belong, but in the deafening silence he could hear the water splash inside his skull.
He had always been alone, even in the city. The escape from the urban to the rural was mostly an excuse, the search for silence was a ruse. He was running away from loneliness in a place where he wouldn’t feel guilty for being alone. And yet, as he looked out the window at the blazing sun and listened to the house settle and creak, he realized he didn’t wish to be alone. He wished for something other than dread to fill his heart, to complete him and take away from the burden of dealing with himself every day. A selfish request, maybe, but he desperately wished that someone would know him, that someone would let him know what exactly he’s lacking.
Perhaps he shouldn’t be alone, perhaps he should stop running away from his issues. Those are the thoughts he had as he began to pack his luggage and fill in the trunk of his car. It was time he returned to the city to seek the help of a professional who would know how to deal with these dreadful nightmares.
The owners of the farmhouse didn’t consider letting him drive alone was a good idea, but they couldn’t stop him. Minho had an almost scary look in his eyes, like a man on a mission. He was barreling on through another attempt at escapism.
He kept telling himself that things will work out. He will seek medical help, read some self development books and finally figure himself out. Nature couldn’t have helped him when his issues were so much more deep than he thought.
Without any sort of prior warning, his car stopped moving. Exasperated, after checking the fuel gauge, Minho exited his car to inspect the wheels. He couldn’t see any flat tire with the naked eye, which most likely meant it was a very sudden engine issue. While he did open the hood of the car and looked inside, he wasn’t skilled enough to know what was wrong, if anything was wrong at all. Plopping himself back into the driver’s seat, he decided to call the farmhouse neighbour, since he had some mechanical knowledge. Thankfully, there was service, and Minho was informed it would take a while before he could be aided.
With a long, deep sigh, he lowered his head onto the steering wheel and closed his eyes.Things weren’t meant to work in his favour, maybe. Perhaps he was being punished for something he did in a past life, something he was unaware of. Whatever god he might have pissed off, he was ready to beg and to repent, to plead sweet mercy for his soul.
“Please.” He whispered softly to himself, to no one in particular. Life was being really, really tough and unfair to him, and he could feel himself tethering on the edge.
A certain booming sound attracted Minho’s attention, and he lifted his head up in a hurry. Looking through the windshield, he observed something which left his mouth agape.
The sky was dark.
Grey, almost black.
He rushed out of the car and slammed the door behind him, taking a few brave steps in front of the car. Through the branches of the trees he could see that darkness loom over; that darkness brought to Minho a new sense of hope. As he stood, mouth half open and eyes glued to the sky above, the first splat or rain landed on his face. Then another, then another.
He was done running. Minho opened his arms to welcome the rain, to let her drown him if that’s what she wished. The cold droplets trickling down his neck send rejuvenating shocks throughout his body. He took one long breath and realized he could finally breathe.
Every pit and every pat of rain hitting his leather jacket was like a whisper, a little secret he was being told, of divinity, of the beyond…
He could barely keep his eyes open with the intensity of the rain. He was completely drenched but he didn’t mind, the cold was completely bearable, the water was familiar and comforting. Extending one arm forward, to catch some drops in his palm, to hold the hand of rain, he noticed a faint glowing silhouette form in front of him. It was an outline almost of mist, a living creature, pale and shining like the water surface of the Arctic.
The silhouette began to shape into a woman with human traits, her ghostly appearance being contrasted by the kind and warm smile she wore. Carefully arranged into her hair was a slim, silver crown which draped one single blue crystal on her forehead. The ethereal crystal told Minho she was the rain, the Goddess herself.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; in fact, she was the only beautiful woman in the world.
She reached for Minho’s outstretched hand, and when they touched he shivered - that shiver shook his heart to such a degree that he felt like he finally awoke. He felt he finally understood something.
“My love…” He said to her, and the glistening droplets on her face were not rain drops, they were tears. “My wife.” He stepped close to her, grasping her other hand. All the love he had been storing in his body suddenly burst out, and although he couldn’t fully understand how he knew she was his lover, he was certain of it.
“My darling heart…” She spoke to him, softly, sweetly, with that voice that has been watching over him for so many months.
“Please, help me understand. I’ve been searching for you my whole life, I’ve been missing you until I fell to pieces… Please.” He pleaded, urgency in his voice. As if he was fragile, he dropped his hands and held his head, slowly dragging his forehead towards her. The moment he made contact with the crystal droplet, Minho’s memories came back.
He was born the son of a farmer of the village. He loved his parents, he was a good kid. When he grew older, he fell in love with the daughter of the shepherd. They were two simple people, they loved the smell of rain, the cold air of the morning, they danced and played in the rain, in between the apple trees and herd dogs. They got married, he took over his father’s land and she began to spin wool just like her mother.
Disaster struck them at the end of summer; neverending rain would destroy their roofs, give people the shivers, drown and kill the crops. While they were trying to stay warm inside the house, speaking warmly to each other of better futures, of beautiful future children, the river overflowed and the entire village was swept in merciless waves.
There was screaming, there was crying, and there was water. Water destroyed their houses, water killed their livestock, water drowned everyone below.
There was a boat, one singular one built in a haste by the carpenters. It was supposed to carry them all to safety, but she refused to leave. On what appeared to be crumbling remains of a house, a child and an infant were crying for their mother, who wasn’t there with them anymore. Minho’s wife rushed for the children, and Minho fought with the current to help them cross over towards the boat. By the time she had reached the children and cradled them to her body, Minho was knocked unconscious by a wine barrel flowing down the stream. She screamed for him, screamed for the rest of the villagers, but no one listened to her anguished voice.
The villagers managed to fish Minho’s unconscious body out of the water, and he awoke hours later, screaming and crying after his lost wife. He punched the village chief in the face and almost got thrown out of the boat; next town over they were rescued and given clothes and food, but he remained on the dock, staring into the horizon, waiting. He waited for years, and yet she never came back to him. At old age, he died, alone.
Minho woke up from his memories, the rain engulfing him in a warm hug. As drops turned into a warm summer downfall, he began to understand the deepest secrets of his life.
“Did you die?” He asked, and she shook her head with a smile.
“The Gods saved me. They turned me into the Rain Goddess, to protect the lands from disaster.”
“And I got reincarnated because I left you, right? I should have been there to save you…” Minho held her pale face in his hands, his guilt and torment finally finding themselves a reason. She once more shook her head.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologized sincerely, his wet eyes looking directly into hers. Those eyes were just as mesmerizing as he remembered them. Her body was no longer human, no longer warm, there was no heart beating in her chest. And yet, she was breathtaking, his one and only choice in every lifetime.
“Don’t apologize, my love.” She said playfully, letting a drop fall from her fingertip to his nose. He scrunched up his nose at the gesture, and for the first time in a lifetime, Minho smiled.
“Shall we?” He asked, wrapping his arm against her fluid, watery waist and guiding her hand in a dancing position. She beamed at him, and they began to spin, in a dance that spun ripples around their feet, a dance that made raindrops bounce off their bodies. A giggle tumbling off her lips was enough to heal Minho through all of his ailments, to bring him all the answers he was looking for.
Nothing was confusing anymore. All the answers had set into his mind, and he knew there was only one possible path for him to take.
He reached forward to kiss her lips, and was met with the most crystal clear taste of water he’s ever felt; the most pure and refreshing heart he’s ever held in his hands, the most nourishing love in the world. She was the water keeping him alive.
“I should go now, it has rained enough.” Although it was clearly visible she didn’t want to separate from her long lost lover, she had duties he could never understand as a human. The relationship between man and his deity has always been a little complicated.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to.” She said with an awkward smile.
“Take me with you.” At such a response, she laughed and shook her head.
“I’ll see you next time it rains, my dear.”
Just a few seconds of thinking it over made Minho understand that could never be enough for him. Minutes of rain could never soothe his drought. He needed more than a kiss, more than a dance, he needed to breathe, he needed to love.
“No.” He replied bluntly. “I’m not afraid of the beyond anymore. I’ve been there before. There is nothing for me here. There isn’t, there won’t, just like there wasn’t ever anything important to me besides you-”
“My darling heart, please-”
“I’m not afraid to drown. Please, take me with you. Take me home.”
“I love you, my darling heart. We’ll meet again soon.” With that, she disappeared and nothing remained but raindrops. Soon, those too went away and the sky cleared up, not even leaving behind a trail of mist. There was nothing for him to grasp onto anymore, no hand to hold,
Minho fell to his knees and began to sob. His soul has been waiting, yearning, longing for her for decades, if not hundreds of years. There was no point to existence if their hearts don’t interweave again.
The rumbling of another car in the distance brought to his attention that his neighbor had found him. He wiped off his tears and pretended to be fine, dazed out of his mind, his heart a glass shattering over and over again.
He didn’t go back to the farmhouse. Instead, he drove forward on the highway as if there was nothing behind him to ever find again. He didn’t have a reason for heading home, but he did so anyway. The sky was clear and so his mind was clouded.
By the time he arrived in his hometown, it was night; the streetlights were the only things standing tall on the street besides Minho. Before he could even realize, a raindrop fell onto his shoulder, feeling almost as if he was tapped. He turned around in a haste and was greeted by his Goddess, smiling at him through the raindrops. The sky was clouded, so his mind was clear.
“I’ll never truly be away from you again, my darling heart.” She giggled, stealing a quick kiss from his smiling lips. “Shall we?” She mocked, grabbing him and spinning him into a dance in the middle of the street. “I’ve found a way for us to be together.”
The Gods had agreed to gift her a lake of her own, in which she could live and materialize herself whenever her powers weren't needed. This was fantastic news for Minho, who wasted no time in buying himself the cabin attached to that lake. In the intimacy of the forest, of the lake, of the mosquitos and the woodpeckers, Minho would sit by the water and stargaze with his lover every night.
They would fantasize about future lives together, about being stars in the same constellation, about the kind of house they’d love to own together. Their kisses were watery, their dreams were impossible, but their bond was unbreakable. If one looked at them from a distance, where their silhouettes would blend in with the horizon, one wouldn’t be able to tell one was temporal and one was atemporal.
It was almost a normal love story, but the relationship between man and his deity has always been a little complicated.
Pairing: Rafayel (love and deep space) x gender neutral reader
Genre: Fluff, Poetic prose, a bit of angst with comfort
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: highly symbolic and poetic cuz it's me who wrote it lol, not much plot, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of pain, tiny argument (?)
A/N: Haven't written prose in months 💀 also first time writing for lads! Feedback is appreciated.
There are some moments in life when the soul craves something more than anything else - and in that moment, in such an ordinary afternoon, you craved your giver of love, Rafayel.
[Are you home?] He didn't even wait for 30 heartbeats before he eagerly replied to your text.
[Yes cutie]
[I'm coming over]
[Audio message from fishie] ▶️
"Sure thing, cutie. Let yourself in with the key, yeah? I'm buried beneath a bunch of paints at the moment and I'm afraid a trip to the door might kill me. Oh and… can you get some food?" The overdramatic flair of his speech gave a comedic air to his message.
In quite the hurry and a lack of focus towards food, you left your pennies at the supermarket for two whole bags of food, although you were hungry for affection more so than nutrition.
During your taxi ride, you were quite embarrassed, scared that the driver might hear the subtle whispers coming from your heart. You've been trying to make it quiet, reduce the shrieking to a murmur; tell the desires to wait as if they are an impatient child.
The gate, the door, the corridor, they were all familiar places; a path traveled a thousand times, yearning for a million more. Trudging in with your bags, you left them at the door as your lover glanced at you happily. Rafayel was sitting on his painting chair, surrounded by many art supplies, bouncing his leg and staring at the painting with a thoughtful expression. He was wearing stained denim pants (which were way too short at the ankles) and an old, baggy, also stained light blue t-shirt. It was a rare occurrence for him to be so disheveled and non-fancy; and the whispers in your heart became a yell.
You zigzagged your way through palettes, paints and cups filled with water and brushes in order to get to the man himself. You hugged him from behind and smashed your face into his left cheek, and his chest vibrated in a deep laugh.
"Hi, cutie. I see you've brought lots of goodies?"
"Mm. All the goodies and snacks." You refused to let him go, not that he was resisting. Your tone was unfocused as you continued to search for warmth and his marine scent. "I'm feeling very clingy today."
"Are you, honey?" You couldn't see him, but his eyes sparkled at being given such a blessing; that of being wanted. "You want cuddles?" By now he's turned around to face you, looking up at your adorable expression nodding at him. "Let's go cuddle, then." He grinned at you, but before he could get up, you smushed his face between your fingers.
"Are you sure you're done with painting? I don't want to ruin your flow."
"Cutie," He pulled you closer by the legs, those coral eyes staring up at you adoringly. "how many times have I told you to be greedy with me?"
"How many times have I told you to stop sacrificing yourself for me all the time?" You returned the question, and he pouted cutely at you.
"You're worth every sacrifice I will ever make." He declared to you, but you pushed away the butterflies in order to send your point across.
"But seeing you in pain makes me upset." Rafayel let out a dramatic sigh, and after fluttering his lashes at you, he kissed your palm and spoke very softly.
"I am honest when I say I do not want to paint right now. I want to take a break and look at it later with a fresh pair of eyes. And no, that's not an excuse, I genuinely need a break, some food, and some attention from my favorite person in the world."
"Thank you." His honesty melted all the worries you've ever carried.
After sharing such a heartfelt moment, you both almost fell into the pile of paint. After a near escape, you noticed that true to his words, Rafayel was famished. You set up his laptop on the couch to watch a show and eat, and he ate without taking one breath. He must have hyperfocused on his art, again.
Still, you were hyperfocused on him. The food wasn't filling you, the show wasn't entertaining you, and the warmth was not yet fulfilling. It took you less than ten minutes of shuffling around, cuddling closer and closer, until you climbed all the way into his lap. Rafayel welcomed you and allowed you to caress him with your loving touches.
"I want to crawl inside your heart and live there."
"You are always in my heart, cutie." Rafayel laid kisses on top of the gentle skin of your neck. The kisses were soft, just like your skin, the kisses were kind, just like your heart, the kisses were fragile, like your soul. He left this trail in the wake of his lips, a trail that led home. Within the spaces of every kiss grew a flower, with delicate petals. All of these flowers could make you shudder with just the wind of his breath - and could make him shiver at how beautiful his path home could ever be.
The desire to be impossibly closer pulled your chest to his, your limbs wrapped around his and his around yours. Feathers couldn't fall in the space between your bodies, because that space was nonexistent, against God's will to have an angel rain above your heads.
Within the lack of space and oxygen vines began to sprout, from his chest, from yours, until they entangled in a dance of waltz, in a braid, in tight knots - and then it began to bloom. At an alarming, terrifying pace, with intensity that could shake the Earth, the vines grew thorns and roses. There was some pain as the thorns dug into your arms. There was some pain as your lungs drew in a breath, a satisfied cry coming from your throat which was being pricked by fate.
Your destiny dug into your skin, and it was excruciating, but the flowers; but the love, it was beautiful. It was the kind that blended pain with happiness, that made happiness be pain, that made pain be happiness. It neutralized any plus and minus, it confused war with peace - and suddenly, it was calm. The ocean was serene, and the flowers of the shore expanded and wove a blanket all over the sea's surface.
If flowers need water to grow, why not go directly to the source of all water, the source of all life?
If you need love, why not go to the source of all love, to your own personal God?
Interpretation of messages and references in Railway
I would like to first say these are my interpretations and I could very well be wrong about these or read way too far into it
!! So take this with a grain of salt !!
TW: BLOOD, GORE AND DEATH TOPICS
1. The text in Romanian
Now, I have seen a few translations because this text is well, spelt wrong. (Idk if it was on purpose or not, maybe to throw us off?)
Special occasion info reveal, but I am Romanian.
My own interpretation is this:
"Castelul meu este un loc al intunericului." which translates to "My castle is a place of darkness."
This translation makes the most sense to me, but like I said, I have seen other translations by people which are a tiny bit different. (but nothing too game changing.)
Personally I like "My castle is a place of darkness" because I feel like it could reference something like a mind palace. So basically saying "my mind is a dark place."
2. Vampire concept
This vampire concept to me seemed to be inspired by Bram Stoker's Dracula at first, but then I realized it was more than that. I'm gonna bring a few arguments as to why I think that it might be a lot more well documented.
Dracula was based on the real Romanian Emperor Vlad the Impaler, a violent leader who used to stake people alive.
These creatures, to me, seem to be tied to these flags, and honestly this imagine immediately made me think of Vlad the Impaler's gruesome history. He was such a cruel man that the people back then used to think he was feeding off of the blood of people, and that's why he was so eager to kill.
However!! Before these concepts really set into the Romanian folklore, 'vampires' (the correct name is actually strigoi) were the souls of people (dead or alive) turned evil, that would come to haunt people.
"The evil dead committed always returns to the person who committed it"
Romanian folklore followed this rule as well, up to a certain point, as it was said that people who weren't allowed into Zalmoxis's (A god) kingdom after death would come back to haunt the earth. (So basically sinners.)
On top of that it was also said that strigoi used to crawl out of the earth during a full moon,
And perhaps the most interesting part of all of the references, to me, is the idea of duality. Because Vlad the Impaler as an Emperor, ruthless as he was, was an excellent warrior and army commander, and has led the country to victory (although it was through very gruesome methods). Therefore, historians have been torn in between calling him a tyrant or a hero.
All in all, as Chan is also a leader, I think it makes sense to somewhat represent the duality of a person in command, the tension between goodwill and the means of it, if you will.
3. Final thoughts
Personally I think the most general interpretation I can make out of all I have collected is that he killed the dark side of his mind. Or wants to, at least, in order to let the kind, good one take charge. I see the English quote as a reference to the weight of responsibility, and how one's actions can affect others. That's why I consider it important to translate the Romanian into "my castle is a place of darkness" because then it becomes obvious that the MV symbolizes an inner battle. So, as gory as the video is, I think Chan is saying that he'll always choose kindness, no matter how complicated his mind is. 😁
It recently came to my attention that a lot of people, even those who frequently use condoms, don't know that you need to pinch the tip when you put one on or don't know why!
Leaving air in the tip will cause it to expand (and maybe break) when ejaculation happens. Also, air in the condom makes it more likely for the ejaculation to push the air down the condom and make it slip off.
[ID. Two phalluses with condoms on them. The left condom has a pinched, deflated tip and is marked with a check. The right condom has an inflated tip and is marked with an X. End ID]
Warnings: body painting, kissing, nipple play, some fingering, a bit smutty - MDNI
Genre: fluff, established relationship, light smut
Summary: Hyunjin wants to paint on your body, and it leads to a very sensual experience for both of you.
The golden hour had your living room bathed in a warm glow. You sat by the window, reading a book, enjoying this peaceful moment. But it was quickly interrupted by the loud banging of the door as your boyfriend steps in with a big grin on his handsome face.
“Guess what?” He said, bringing in a package with him.
“What?” You asked, putting your book down, eyeing the package.
He plopped down on the couch next to you and handed it over to you. You carefully open the box to see some very pretty paints. So many shades, in tiny bottles.
“Wow, babe! Are you starting a new project?” You asked, picking up a bottle to examine it.
“Sort of,” Hyunjin said with a smile.
“Mhm…I smell mystery,” You said, narrowing your eyes at Hyunjin. “What's going on?”
“Ok, so, these are skin friendly paints. I got them because I've been dreaming about painting on you,” Hyunjin said, giving you a hopeful look.
“You want to paint on me?” you repeated, half-amused, half-flattered.
“Yes?”
“Ok?” You tilted your head, considering it. Hyunjin was vibrating with excitement, and it was hard to resist the adorable grin plastered on his face.
“I swear the paint is safe, and I'll be very careful. I really really want to do this, Y/N! Can I please?” Hyunjin gave you his best puppy eyes and you can never say no to that, so you found yourself nodding.
“You really want to do this, huh?” you asked, seeing his childlike excitement.
“Of course I do!!” He sang, his eyes sparkling.
“Let's do it then.” you said, the thought of being his canvas, oddly thrilling. “Where are you painting?”
With a mischievous grin, Hyunjin ran his finger from your neck to your collarbone and your shoulder, and said, “Here?”
You nodded, and quickly ran to change into a loose tank top that left your shoulders and collarbone exposed. You decided to skip the bra since it would be a hindrance anyway.
When you get back, Hyunjin was already setting up everything, laying out the colors and brushes carefully. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the way he looked at you made your skin tingle.
You sat close to him on the couch, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“Ready baby?"
“Always ready for you!” He opened the paints, the scents of fresh pigments filling the air. You didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on your nipples poking through the soft material of your top.
Hyunjin started with delicate strokes, the brush gliding smoothly over your collarbone as he outlined a crescent moon and stars on your skin. You shivered at the cool touch, your eyes meeting Hyunjin’s for a second.
“I’m starting with a moon here...” he said, softly.
You nodded, letting him work. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he painted. He had that look of concentration on his face, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip caught between his teeth - looking breathtaking in the golden rays that poured in through the window.
He paused, admiring his work.
“How’s it looking?” you asked, curiously.
“You'll have to wait to see it.” He leaned in to peck your lips.
“Ok,” you said, trying not to look as gone as you felt.
The gentle pressure of the brush felt intimate, and you reveled in the attention, his gaze igniting something warm within you. You bit your lip as you watched him, resisting the urge to just grab and kiss him because that's how good he looked.
“You know, it’s hard to concentrate when you look at me like that,” he murmured, eyes fixed on your collarbone.
“Like what?” you asked, feigning innocence while enjoying the effect you had on him.
“Like you want to eat me up,” he replied, voice low and teasing, making your heart flutter.
You rolled your eyes at him, but leaned closer anyway. “Oh please, I'm just a canvas”
“Not just any canvas,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours. “You’re my inspiration, my muse.”
You grinned before he kissed you - deep and slow. Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you pulled him closer and moaned softly as his tongue glided over yours in a sensual dance until you both gasped for air.
You pulled back, breathlessly and said, “You're gonna smudge it!”
“I don't care,” Hyunjin mumbled, trying to nuzzle closer, making you giggle.
“You’re going to get paint all over yourself!” you said, wanting to at least get a glimpse of his work before he ruined it.
“Ok, ok,” he laughed, before returning to painting.
“What are you painting now?” you asked, your voice breathy as you leaned back slightly to allow him better access.
"Roses,” he said softly, dipping his brush into a deep red shade.
He continued to paint silently for sometime, before sitting back and holding a mirror for you.
“What do you think?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours.
“Hyunjin...” you sighed, your heart so full with affection and awe. “This is...beautiful.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He pulled back, giving you a satisfied look. Your skin was a canvas of moon and stars, and roses, with the wet paint glimmering in the sunlight.
“It’s perfect,” you whispered.
But the way he gazed at you told you he wasn’t done yet. He moved closer again, his body warm against yours.
“There's something else that I wanna paint,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours.
Before you could ask what that was, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped your sides, pulling you as close as he could. The kiss was so hungry and so…desperate. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pressed against him, wanting to be closer, to feel more.
“What's that?” you asked against his lips, and he pulled away just enough to look into your eyes.
His hand moved up to your chest before he pulled down the neckline of your tank top, baring your breast for him. His finger ran over your nipple and circled your areola lazily. Your eyes widened as you gazed at him with an open mouth.
“Will you let me?” The question hung in the air, thick with desire.
“Yes,” you breathed, unable to hide the longing in your voice.
Hyunjin trembled slightly in your arms before he picked up his brush again. Hoping that his hand wasn't shaking too much, he began to apply the paint, carefully outlining a beautiful sunflower around your areola. You closed your eyes, as the feeling of the cool paint on your warm sensitive skin sent shivers down your spine, a contrast that heightened your senses.
With soft strokes, he filled in the sunflower's vibrant yellow petals, adding intricate details to make it come alive on your skin. The paint glistened under the soft light, and you could barely contain yourself as you watched him paint, his face so close to your hardened nipple. He carefully painted around your areola, making it seem as if the flower was blossoming from your body.
You squirmed as your nipples begged for attention, and your breath came out unevenly as you gripped at Hyunjin’s arm.
“Baby, please touch me.” You begged, your voice a breathy whisper.
Hyunjin froze for a second, and you saw that he was as affected as you were. He looked at your painted breast, his pupils dilating as he leaned closer, placing a small lick on your nipple. He didn't want to ruin it just yet, so he placed another tiny lick on it, before exposing your other breast and pinching your nipple gently. He quickly lost all control of himself, closing his mouth around it and sucking almost too roughly. You whimpered, pushing yourself into him, your fingers tangling in his silky hair. He moaned, his tongue swirling around your nipple.
The pleasure surging through you, left you weakened, and you grip him more tightly as his tongue teased and flicked, sending waves of delight rippling across your body. He nibbled gently, before ‘gently’ left the scene and it's all sloppy and messy, and you let out a loud moan.
It took everything in Hyunjin to not just take you right there - he wanted to, so bad. He was extremely hard in his pants and literally, feral at this point.
Your lips meet, and there's nothing soft about his kiss. It's all tongue and teeth and so damn wet. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over your sides and you melted into him, your bodies fitting together perfectly.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you. His art bloomed on your skin, like it belonged there. He cupped your breast gently, kneading the soft flesh, and he placed open mouthed kisses on the other side of your neck.
You reached for him, hand slipping under his shirt to move over his toned chest. You traced your fingers over his skin, feeling the heat radiating off him.
“I love you, Jinnie.” You whispered and he smiled, kissing you softly again.
“I love you too, baby,” He said, his nose nudging yours.
With a playful smirk, his hand dropped from your breast and found its way into your shorts. You tried not to show how turned on you were, but you were literally drenched, so there's nothing much to say about that.
“I thought you were painting, sir?” You teased, raising an eyebrow.
“I was hoping this would count as finger painting?” He whispered, and your retort was lost in the air as his fingers found your clit. Swollen and ready for him.
You managed to laugh through the pleasure though. Finger painting, really?
Hyunjin’s lips found yours again in a heated and passionate dance that made your heart flutter. He left kisses down your neck, lingering over the painted roses, his breath hot against your skin. He dragged the tip of his nose over the delicate design, smudging it. But it was not meant to survive this, was it?
His fingers moved around your wet folds lazily, like he was in no rush at all.
“Jinnie,” you whispered impatiently, as you arched against him, wanting him inside you.
“Shh,” he murmured against your skin, his own body dying for release.
You tugged him closer, your fingers moving through his hair, feeling the soft strands slip through your hands as he kissed his way down your chest.
Your other hand reached down to stroke him over his pants and Hyunjin groaned, lifting his head, his gaze locking onto yours with a mischievous grin.
His lips found their way back to your neck again, and it moved up your jaw, leaving a trail of colours on your skin. And his fingers slowly slipped inside you, finally, pumping in and out slowly. You were dizzy with pleasure, trembling and moaning, and your hand slipped into his pants, stroking him.
"Fuck, baby-" He moaned, as your fingers brushed against his tip.
Then there was silence after that, the only sounds in the room being your heavy breaths and soft moans, and your hands working on each other.
Hyunjin loved watching you fall apart for him, and your eyes closed tightly, legs shaking and whispering his name like a chant. And he quickly followed, spilling into your hand and fingers, so hot and sticky, but just perfect.
You both grin at each other, kissing softly. Hyunjin’s eyes move down your neck and chest, his heart full. You were not just a canvas; you were his masterpiece.
Warnings: Dom Felix (?) wet kisses, neck kissing, thigh fucking, finger sucking, lots of spit, Felix is a horndog, breastplay
Your friend's birthday party was tonight. You haven't seen her in a while, and you weren't that close by now, but out of courtesy you wanted to go. Felix, your boyfriend, being a famous idol like he was, unfortunately couldn't accompany you. He was lounging around the living room watching YouTube videos on the flatscreen while you were getting ready.
You chose a sexy pink dress for the party. It was a tight dress that complimented your body well, but it also had a very annoying zipper. You wanted to call Felix to help you, but last time you looked at him he was dozing off and you didn't want to wake him. As you tangled your hands around your back to get to the damn zipper, you let out a very unladylike curse word that was probably a bit louder than you anticipated.
The zipper was almost up when you heard shuffling behind you, and a very sleepy Felix with tousled hair remained frozen in the doorway.
"Oh, fuck." He said, his voice hoarse and low.
His lips were partially open as he was staring at you in disbelief. He was looking you up and down with absolutely no shame, a growing desperation sparkling in his eyes. He didn't have to tell you what he was thinking, I was completely obvious from the way he was devouring you with him eyes.
"How late do you think you can be to that party?" Felix asked you gently, with mischief. He stepped closer to you, his eyes dark and focused.
His hand cupped your jaw, warm, soft yet gentle in his own way. He wasn't holding you down, but his piercing eyes were arresting you to the spot.
"I don't want to be the last one arriving..." You mumbled to him, already under a spell, seeing his desire for you so clear on his features.
"Give me 20 minutes." He span you around so that you would be facing your full length mirror, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. "Please." He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. You could physically feel his desire. "Am I allowed to?" He asked for consent, and you nodded.
"Yes, baby." You said with a sigh, and his hand grasped the zipper to slowly pull it down. Although it was so hard to pull up, it went down extremely smoothly, following the beautiful dips of your back.
The dress fell to the floor, and Felix left a bunch of wet, open mouthed kissed to your shoulders. Since he had no time to waste, he went straight to where you needed him, and you watched him as he began to rub your folds over your panties, up and down and up and down.
With his other hand he unclasped your bra, and you helped by throwing it across the room. His hands, small and cute as they were, grabbed a hold of your breast, making them feel infinitely bigger and sexier. He was lowly groaning in your ear, trying his hardest to not lewdly hump your backside as he watched your blissful face and listened to your breaths turn to moans.
Besides kneading and massaging, he was absolutely torturing your nipples, flicking and rubbing and gently squeezing them between his fingers. In the mirror you could see his freckles dusted upon his flushed face, looking like stars decorating a sunrise sky. He was out of breath, and growing impatient as he switched to rubbing tight circles on your clit.
Almost like in a dream, your panties hit the floor. Although he was in a hurry, he still took the time to pull apart your folds and look at them in the mirror, observing how you were shining like a goddess down where your sweet essence was dripping.
He separated briefly from you, taking off his shirt, his pants and underwear. Then he was glued to you again, his fingers presented in front of you.
"Wet them for me baby." He didn't need to do this, per se. But he knew you enjoyed sucking on his fingers, drooling all over them, feeling them press upon your tongue. You moaned, the vibrations making Felix visibly shudder behind you. "Spit in my hand. Yes, there you go." You did as you were told, and then he took your lips in a breathing-taking kiss. His lips were plump and fleshy, and with your previous actions spit was being spread all over his face, all over yours, and it was as if he can was trying to consume you, to intertwine souls with you.
Meanwhile, his wet hand began to jerk his hard cock, getting it lubricated. You thought he was preparing you for penetration, but it seems like you were wrong. Felix gently guided your thighs closed and sheathed himself between them, his cock snug between your folds. And just like that, he began to thrust forward softly, his hand coming to help, making sure the tip of his cock was pressed hard onto your clit.
Everything was so lewd, so loud and so wet. The stimulation was everywhere, and it was heavenly, and it was almost embarrassing how pent up he got you and just how fast he got you to the edge. Your empty hole was burning with pleasure, and he was intensity rubbing your clit every single time his tip would slide forward.
"Fel- mm, Felix, baby, ah I'm gonna cum."
"Go ahead, my sweet girl." He kissed your neck, so hard and so tender, and he kept his pace until he saw your eyes roll back into your head. You shook in his arms, moaned a broken moan that made Felix's stomach tingle. "I'm right behind you. I'm right there." He said, and it was hard to stand up on your feet in your post orgasm bliss (combined with some overstimulation) as Felix came, the poor mirror being soiled white.
Breathing extremely heavy, he held you and kissed your face while one hand gave him support by leaning on the wall. He was absolutely wrecked, you were hot and sticky and floating on a cloud.
A minute or two afterwards, in which you did nothing but give each other the cutest of kisses (which really didn't match with what just transpired) he left to grab a towel to clean you up.
You were embarrassed beyond belief seeing how his body was absolutely covered in your juices, how you came all over his cock.
"I'll go shower, baby. You have fun at your party." He giggled lowly.
"Wait! I need help with the zipper."
"Are you sure?" He wiggled his brows, and although the hurry of having to leave was kicking in, you almost didn't want to leave.
Needless to say, you arrived last at the party, and while everyone was talking and drinking, you were biting your lip so hard it stung. Flashes of the hottest quickie of your life kept occupying your mind, and you also happened to leave the party first. For completely unrelated reasons, of course.
he loooves making out and he likes taking his time with it; he wants you dazed with your heart racing and fluttering, knees weak by the end of the make out sesh. especially if you’re both about to leave for somewhere cause you have your own stuff to do… he kisses you in a way that has you daydreaming about him for the rest of the day, wishing his tongue was swirling around your clit like it did in your mouth hours ago
he makes out with you very passionately with the perfect amount of tongue. he builds up the kiss gradually, turning it from gentle to more intense and wet that always makes it harder to pull back. a firm hand on your jaw while the other roams on your lower waist until it grips your ass. moaning in his mouth is inevitable cause i just know he’s such a skilful kisser… but that’s not a problem at all, he lives for the moment when you start melting in his arms, and whine how bad you need him right now
Pairing: songwriter! Hyunjin x gender neutral reader
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: this story contains ANGST. but it is NOT MAJOR, so I won't be revealing further information because it will ruin the PLOT TWIST. 🤫 ;;; Reader dates men, reader is called muse, Hyunjin is hopelessly in love he's literally so far gone, butterflies (?), longing, everything is poetic (cuz i mean it's me who wrote it, by this point poetic prose is just who I am as a person)
A/N: I was cutting onions and decided I want to make others cry with me. BUT I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT, inspiration Ily
Hyunjin was glad he met you today.
He had been struggling with writing songs, and you were always the fix for it. It wasn't a lie, that an artist must have a muse - well, it's not that he must, but it would be beneficial to - lyrics flow out of him freely when he's around you.
He thinks the two of you might be magical - that you both come from fairytales, each one with a different life lesson to teach; and yet you met in this life, and became real. It didn't matter if you were flattened down to this dimension of existence, because Hyunjin could still see it - he could still feel it - the magic of it all.
You were always the saving grace whenever Hyunjin couldn't finish a song or even start one at all. He couldn't say that inspiration struck him when he was around you, because it was you who struck him. You, with your beautiful hand and fingers, struck him down, mercilessly, sadistically, weighed down his heart with feelings he won't escape even in multiple lifetimes. You were the savior of his career, and Hyunjin often wondered if you even cared to listen closely and picture your face in the lyrics - because if you did, you'd realize just how much of his dark and twisted world revolves around you.
But the songs he wrote about you were his upmost favorite. He has a soft spot for the one he called "Stray cat". It was when he just had a horrible fight with you, and as he wondered the streets in the dark, alone and miserable, a stray cat crossed his path. Looking at the adorable creature, Hyunjin thought to himself they were very much alike in that moment. He was also just a stray cat without you, without a home to return to. You were all that Hyunjin considered to be familiar, warm, comfortable. In a world where families didn't exist, he'd invent the concept himself just to marry you.
Or there was the song he entitled "Roots" because of some douchebag of a friend who said some nasty things to you during a vacation at a mountain resort. Hyunjin will never forget him, the way he made you cry - although karma hit back quite fast, because a couple of hours later said friend tripped over a tree root and ended up face first in the mud. That day, Hyunjin had told you "people like him are just like weeds. You grab him by the hair and pull him out without even putting force into it. It's the ones who grow roots into your heart that you should be careful about."
There was also "Moonlight"... but Hyunjin wasn't that proud of himself for that one. You were the most gorgeous fairy that night, sat around the campfire on the beach, strawberry and chocolate bits at the corner of your lips. You laughed so hard, smiled so loud that even the moon was envious. Well, and so was Hyunjin - jealousy overtook him that night, because he wanted to be the one to make you smile so bright. He knew it was petty, and he never did anything about it, never admitted it to you, but wrote a song to ease his heart. But if Hyunjin were to be honest, he'd admit he's quite scared of the day when he wouldn't love you and want you with such passion. It is this heaviness of emotion, these imperfections that plague your connection, this darkness residing inside of him because he loves you too much - these are what makes it possible for him to live musically. His entire life was an orchestra, an array of screaming violins, a theatre play with no end, an epic poem with no God in it to be his savior.
He knew not much was necessary for him to have material to write about. You just had to be next to him, he just had to let the moment happen. A comfortable silence as you're sitting next to each other, on cute wooden chairs, outside a coffee shop, enjoying the summer breeze; that's all that was needed. You were there, in this reality, with him. You weren't really paying attention to him, as you were busy tapping away at your phone, but Hyunjin didn't mind. If you were to be looking at him, he'd immediately get embarrassed - because his eyes give him away. His eyes give away the gentle admiration he has for you, the violent urge to lock fingers with you, the world ending thirst for just one kiss, the tears that threaten to escape him when he thinks of a world without you. The look in his eyes makes him feel ashamed, so he's glad you're looking away.
A butterfly lands with grace on top of the sugar box on the table, and it's like he perches up towards you, to give you a kiss on the nose. Hyunjin can't help but laugh, for he knew from the beginning you were made of magic. It was only you who didn't see it.
The butterfly is calm, gently moving it's white and pure wings, and it even sits still for you to take a picture. Then, few second later, the butterfly slowly flies away, and you wave him goodbye, as if he was a dear friend you're sending off for holiday.
You smile at Hyunjin and his heart wants to come to a stop, and yet it beats faster, and yet nothing is happening. He's stuck in limbo, in between and regression and a progression, in a present that is not related to the past, nor the future. All at once, they're happening all at once, and he desperately wants to be able to love you.
But he cannot. Because five minutes later, your boyfriend Minhyuk arrives to join your hangout, and as you cling to him and give him a kiss, Hyunjin's world goes back to black.
He desperately wants to be able to love you, but all he can do is hate you. Hate you for being so magical, so beautiful, for being his home, his moon in the sky, for you growing such roots inside his heart.
It is true, every artist needs a muse. And only you can inspire Hyunjin like this, only you can make him suffer in such a way. Only you can turn his life into an array of violent violins, only you can make lyrics flow out of him so freely.
He's ashamed to use you like this, ashamed of the way he looks at you, ashamed he's written so many songs about a friend. When people ask him what the secret behind his creative genius is, he knows exactly what it is: shame.
But he can swallow it down, much alike everything else: his longing, his pain, his jealousy, his envy, his wrath, his sadness, his heartbreak. He can swallow them down, if he puts them all in a song.
He was glad he met you today.
He's on his way home, softly sniffling on the bus, hoping no one can hear him, and his fingers are furiously typing down lyrics to a new song, called "Butterfly". Considering how much pain he feels, he hopes the song was going to be successful.
BHS Game stands for Blindfold - Handcuff - Spank and it’s a more spicy variant of the Kiss - Marry - Kill game. This passive version of the BHS Tarot Game describes idols’ reactions to them being on the receiving and giving side of these activities. Depending on your preferences, you can read only the parts you personally feel drawn to or you can read it all out of curiosity. This version describes the situation from the idol’s perspective but can include some details about you, if the cards indicate it.
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Requester: /
Deck(s): Erotic Fantasy Tarot, Tarot of Sexual Magic, Tarot of Casanova
Spread: BHS
Questions:
Blindfolded by you
Handcuffed by you
Spanked by you
Blindfolds you
Handcuffs you
Spanks you
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Hwang Hyun Jin
Stage Name: Hyunjin
Group: Stray Kids
DOB: 20.03.2000
Blood Type: B
MBTI: INFP
Sun Sign: Pisces
Chinese Sign: Metal Dragon
Life Path Number: 7
Masterpost: Stray Kids
Hyunjin (Stray Kids) - Sub
Blindfolded by you (VI The Lovers, Page of Wands, Ace of Cups - Erotic Fantasy Tarot):
Being blindfolded by you is an act of utter trust on Hyunjin’s side. He puts his entire being into your hands, trusting you that you will handle him gently. Hyunjin expresses his love and devotion in letting you take control. He’s vulnerable only for you and you have to keep in mind that if you break that trust, it’s forever and can’t be mended. There’s a sin hinted in the cards which might suggest that for Hyunjin, being blindfolded by his lover is in a way a sinful, yet pleasurable experience. It might allow him to drop any restraints he might have, speak freely, ask you to do things he would never spell out without the blindfold. With the ace of cups, he might actually love to blindly go down on you and drink you up like a fountain of youth.
Handcuffed by you (3 of Pentacles, 7 of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles - Tarot of Sexual Magic):
It looks like for Hyunjin, handcuffing him is exactly in his comfort zone. He likes to be at your service and in your mercy. The restriction of his hands allow him to better bask in your warmth, in anything you are willing to give him. He might truly become rather passive once you tie his hands (possibly ankles) up. He’s likely to lie back, relax and only encourage your plans further. Hyunjin wants to be (wo)manhandled with care and gentleness, though. He wants to feel you whole, your limbs entwined, skin to skin. He’s into all soft, though, so make sure to use non-harmful materials. Thick velvet yarn for knitting will do and it will also appeal to Hyunjin’s aesthetic taste as you can turn him into a sort of a beautiful tapestry tying him up shibari style with soft yarn. Be sure he will insist on you taking a picture of him being an art piece. Handcuffs allow Hyunjin to pull and feel the physical restraint instead of the mental boundaries. While he’s physically limited wearing the handcuffs, his fantasy and lust can be free of any prejudice or shame. It looks like Hyunjin has some internal issues with what’s considered acceptable and it causes friction in his life. He might enjoy submitting to someone as it somewhat frees him of the responsibility. While he might be into some things, he feels guilty for those fantasies. However, if his mistress or master brings those up, he’s more than happy to participate.
Spanked by you (7 of Swords, King of Cups, 6 of Wands - Tarot of Casanova):
Once again there’s the motive of forbidden pleasure for Hyunjin. He’s likely to crave spanking once in a while but it has to be done secretly and only with a person he fully trusts. He needs to feel a deep emotional and spiritual connection with you first before he consents to a physical punishment. It’s not likely for him to act up, though, you might need to somewhat invent the misbehaviour as he’s not really bratty. The swords could indicate Hyunjin becoming quite vocal during spanking, be it moaning, begging or even encouraging you. Again, I suggest a lighter touch here as Hyunjin’s pain threshold isn’t high and he’s more of a gentle soul. He might actually prefer a little warm up before the spanking; stroking his thighs, massaging his back, kneading his but. Hyunjin is more likely to enjoy the touch of your hand rather than being spanked with a tool.
Hyunjin (Stray Kids) - Dom
Blindfolds you (Queen of Wands, 8 of Pentacles, XVI The Tower - Erotic Fantasy Tarot):
For Hyunjin, sex is all about appreciating beauty and the mutual bond. He might want to blindfold you not only with a regular blindfold but with a beautiful silken scarf. He’s likely to turn you into an artistic masterpiece. Hyunjin is a gentle and caring lover. He’s not trying to gain power over you by taking one of your senses away, he’s merely guiding you towards empowerment of your other senses. Hyunjin is likely to treat you with kindness even and especially when you are at his mercy. He’s likely to actually ask you what it is you want him to do. While he has no problem doing whatever feels comfortable for you, he’s not that much of a dom to actually decide himself. He’s not the type to surprise and shock you, he always suggests or simply asks about your preferences. His own taste knows no limits as he’s simply in love with you and you are the very epitome of beauty for him, the deity he worships. If you ask him to blindfold you but then just hold you in his arms, he will do so with pleasure.
Handcuffs you (III The Empress, Page of Pentacles, 3 of Cups - Tarot of Sexual Magic):
Once again, it’s more likely to be you, who suggests to Hyunjin to handcuff you. He’s not much likely to pitch the idea himself. He might imagine it frequently but he’s not the type to share, unless you open the topic. And again, Hyunjin is likely to be super gentle and soft when it comes to handcuffing you. Don’t expect him to put metal or hard plastic handcuffs, those could harm the wrists of your which he worships so dearly. He’s likely to use the plush handcuffs or to tie your wrists with a silken or satin scarf. Hyunjin is not likely to spend much time with it either. Hyunjin likes the soft materials as we have mentioned and he will be more than happy to tie you up with colourful velvet yarns. He’s not a full shibari enthusiast, though he might copy the patterns with softer material; he will use as little material to restrain you as possible. You might actually struggle more to stop yourself from tearing the ties than with freeing yourself. And again, Hyunjin will keep asking and approach this as a teamwork. Nothing happens without your consent. His ideas might even be a little conservative at the beginning and you might need to help him open up about the more daring fantasies. On the other hand, he might actually want to take pictures of you in the vulnerable position and make paintings later on just to depict you as a real art piece. Don’t be surprised if Hyunjin has a secret locked up gallery of paintings depicting his exes in erotic poses.
Spanks you (XIV Temperance, 2 of Swords, 8 of Pentacles - Tarot of Casanova):
Hyunjin might actually be pretty hesitant when it comes to spanking you. He’s surely not the one to come up with the idea. You might need to persuade him to go for it and even so he’s really gentle because he believes he’s supposed to pleasure you, not punish you. Nothing you can do is worth a punishment in his eyes. You might really need to convince him that the spanking is for your pleasure, too. It’s likely to be more of an enlightening experience, with Hyunjin starting off with nearly featherlike touches and you begging him to put some force into it. The cards suggest, Hyunjin is not a great fan of this one in particular. While he might enjoy you spanking him, he’s not really ready to actually return the favour as the fear of harming is greater than anything else. He’s likely to opt for massaging you, kissing your but cheeks and even fingering you to make it up for you.
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Warnings: service top Gunil, soft soft sex, nipple play, oral (f rec.), V fingering, some face riding, WORSHIP, mutual adoration, kissing but make it like, really hot
A/n: I love this man sm
Gunil was warm.
A warmth that once felt, you knew you'd want it to seep into your bones; you knew you'd want to carry it with you through every single cold winter day. A warmth that celebrated life and revitalized you.
When you get home, body aching and the cells of your muscles tired; you change clothes and lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling - it was a quiet little ritual. You weren't going to fall asleep, and yet all the things you wanted to do seemed so far away.
"Gunggun?" You heard your boyfriend shuffle around in the hallway, and called out to him. Lately he's been roaming around the house with his nose buried in a book - something he couldn't put down, about the conditions necessarily to be met so that a planet could be deemed habitable for humans - and sometimes he walks into doors.
"Yes, love?" His head peaks into the room, and upon seeing you make grabby hands at him, he comes in and lays his book on the desk.
Before meeting Gunil, you thought lovers calling each other 'love' was something only to be seen in movies, in romance stories of old, and if someone were to do that in real life, you'd cringe beyong belief. Well, you had to rise up your tolerance to cringe and sappiness, because you found out pretty early on that Gunil had no shame. His lips would spill the cheesiest, most overdramatic love declarations without as much as a stutter. Sweet, shameless, warm Gunil.
"Hug me?" You plead, arms open to welcome him. He simply hums and slots himself on top of your body, carefully wrapping around you with practiced precision so that you'd both be comfortable. Immediately his warmth begins to pool inside your aura, colors blending into an abstract painting called love.
"Rough day?" He asks gently, placing soft kisses on the expense of your neck.
"No, just tired. Physically. And your body warmth always soothes me." You begin run a hand through his hair, before you're interrupted by his snort.
"Personal heater." He laughs, but when he rises his head from your shoulder he's sporting a goofy smile. "I'm really happy I can comfort you." He's as genuine as the wag of a puppy's tail, and soon your reaching down to kiss his forehead while his eyes flutter closed. Sweet, adorable, warm Gunil.
He goes back to kissing your neck and you go back to running your fingers through his hair. Your chest is beating onto his, his chest is beating onto yours, and with a carefully placed kiss to your pulse, Gunil makes you sigh and arch your body. A new kind of warmth starts to travel into your body, but it doesn't go into your bones, it shoots into your veins. It makes your blood rush, your skin buzz, and you grow hungry for more.
"Kiss me?" You ask, and the smirk on Gunil's face is completely obvious.
"I thought you'd never ask." He flirts, and your lips are captured before you can make any comment about his seductive intentions.
Kissing Gunil always had your mouth chasing after his. Always wishing for one more second, for one more taste of him. It was like kissing honey; a strange metaphor - sweet, sticky and addictive. He's cradling your face in his hands, honey dripping from the corner of your mouth, your lips so sticky they refused to part, your lungs refused to breathe. You're gasping, kissing loudly and digging fingers into each other's shoulders.
He's like hot, melted gold. Your lips press into it and shape it, shape the gold to the mold of your lips, shape him with the intensity of your love. He moves down to suck on your neck, and the shape you've molded into the gold becomes a decorative necklace around your neck.
As he decorates you, his fingers sneak under your shirt. His touch, his fingers, they're the scorching, but kindly. Pleasant sweats roll down your body as he warmly traces the shape of your hips, the sides of your bellybutton, and going up.
You remove your shirt to offer him access and he doesn't waste any time. His fingers circle your nipples, featherlight, watching then rise up to meet him. He's rubbing them and flicking them with such care, it shoots pleasure straight to your core. You can physically feel yourself get wet, and you moan for him. When he catches your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, he rubs them with intention. He wants to see you fall apart, thing which you totally do. He knows what he's doing, making you arch your chest into him. His hips in-between your legs make it hard for you to get any friction, and your dying to rub your thighs together.
As he continues to roll your nipples between his fingers, effectively milking you of pleasure, he leans down to kiss your breasts.
"So sensitive. So sexy, my goddess." You moan in response and he showers you in kisses, his mouth trailing down, his hands following suit and grasping the shape of your ass. "May I?" Fingers hooked on your pants, he stares right into your eyes as he asks for consent.
"Please." You're desperate and overflowing with love and arousal, and rejoice as your clothes finally leave you.
"Oh, you don't need to beg, my love. To my goddess, I give anything."
You were pretty sure he was magical. He had to be magic itself to make you feel so mythological, so all powerful, as his tongue gingerly met your clit. He was gentle, teasing even, as he began his work. But you were awfully drenched already, one trip of his tongue from your entrance to your clit made you messy and sticky, just how he loved it. He lapped you up, the flat of his tongue exploring you, the tip sometimes stopping in its track to deliver sharp, intense pleasure to your bundle of nerves. And then, he'd wrap his lips around it, sucking as one of his fingers entered your tight walls. When there was less of a fight from your clenching hole, he added a second. You were squeezing his fingers so tight, because of your clit being stimulated relentlessly, that he could barely move his fingers to rub your front wall. The sounds were ungodly, the squelching proof of how he effectively seduced you with his wordship. And yet, to him, you were a heavenly sight.
So close, you were so, so close. Falling apart under him, he drank you up in your disheveled state - whining, writhing, moaning and calling his name like a mantra. He worshipped you like he was at the altar and yet you were the one chanting his name.
You loudly complained when his fingers left your walls and replaced his tongue on the task of rubbing your clit. He clearly wasn't trying to edge you, what was he doing?
"Grab my hair and ride my face." He told you, and you swore it the most shameless thing you've ever heard. And also the hottest.
With your hands tangled in his hair, you began to roll your lips on his flattened tongue. Soon you were a shaking, stuttering mess, his mouth covered in drool and arousal, his eyes bearing into yours with a passion that made your stomach turn. You were sure this man would kill for you.
He made you see stars, record fast. His lips continued to work you through your orgasm as you tried to come down, to regain your breath and calm your heart.
As soon as he wiped off his mouth with his arm, he climbed up your body to kiss your face. You had the biggest, most content smile on your face. Gunil smiled brightly himself, upon seeing you so happy.
"Are you okay, my love? Feeling warm yet?" He was both checking up on you and also teasing you, but you had nothing to hide. His flame had warmed you up from the inside, his passion had scorched you, and his sinful lips wrote secret spells on your body. He enchanted you for eternity.
"So, so warm." You replied, and although you were stark naked and he was fully clothed, he hugged you tightly once again, to really make sure you don't grow cold.
Sweet, sexy, warm Gunil.
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Warnings: service top Gunil, soft soft sex, nipple play, oral (f rec.), V fingering, some face riding, WORSHIP, mutual adoration, kissing but make it like, really hot
A/n: I love this man sm
Gunil was warm.
A warmth that once felt, you knew you'd want it to seep into your bones; you knew you'd want to carry it with you through every single cold winter day. A warmth that celebrated life and revitalized you.
When you get home, body aching and the cells of your muscles tired; you change clothes and lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling - it was a quiet little ritual. You weren't going to fall asleep, and yet all the things you wanted to do seemed so far away.
"Gunggun?" You heard your boyfriend shuffle around in the hallway, and called out to him. Lately he's been roaming around the house with his nose buried in a book - something he couldn't put down, about the conditions necessarily to be met so that a planet could be deemed habitable for humans - and sometimes he walks into doors.
"Yes, love?" His head peaks into the room, and upon seeing you make grabby hands at him, he comes in and lays his book on the desk.
Before meeting Gunil, you thought lovers calling each other 'love' was something only to be seen in movies, in romance stories of old, and if someone were to do that in real life, you'd cringe beyong belief. Well, you had to rise up your tolerance to cringe and sappiness, because you found out pretty early on that Gunil had no shame. His lips would spill the cheesiest, most overdramatic love declarations without as much as a stutter. Sweet, shameless, warm Gunil.
"Hug me?" You plead, arms open to welcome him. He simply hums and slots himself on top of your body, carefully wrapping around you with practiced precision so that you'd both be comfortable. Immediately his warmth begins to pool inside your aura, colors blending into an abstract painting called love.
"Rough day?" He asks gently, placing soft kisses on the expense of your neck.
"No, just tired. Physically. And your body warmth always soothes me." You begin run a hand through his hair, before you're interrupted by his snort.
"Personal heater." He laughs, but when he rises his head from your shoulder he's sporting a goofy smile. "I'm really happy I can comfort you." He's as genuine as the wag of a puppy's tail, and soon your reaching down to kiss his forehead while his eyes flutter closed. Sweet, adorable, warm Gunil.
He goes back to kissing your neck and you go back to running your fingers through his hair. Your chest is beating onto his, his chest is beating onto yours, and with a carefully placed kiss to your pulse, Gunil makes you sigh and arch your body. A new kind of warmth starts to travel into your body, but it doesn't go into your bones, it shoots into your veins. It makes your blood rush, your skin buzz, and you grow hungry for more.
"Kiss me?" You ask, and the smirk on Gunil's face is completely obvious.
"I thought you'd never ask." He flirts, and your lips are captured before you can make any comment about his seductive intentions.
Kissing Gunil always had your mouth chasing after his. Always wishing for one more second, for one more taste of him. It was like kissing honey; a strange metaphor - sweet, sticky and addictive. He's cradling your face in his hands, honey dripping from the corner of your mouth, your lips so sticky they refused to part, your lungs refused to breathe. You're gasping, kissing loudly and digging fingers into each other's shoulders.
He's like hot, melted gold. Your lips press into it and shape it, shape the gold to the mold of your lips, shape him with the intensity of your love. He moves down to suck on your neck, and the shape you've molded into the gold becomes a decorative necklace around your neck.
As he decorates you, his fingers sneak under your shirt. His touch, his fingers, they're the scorching, but kindly. Pleasant sweats roll down your body as he warmly traces the shape of your hips, the sides of your bellybutton, and going up.
You remove your shirt to offer him access and he doesn't waste any time. His fingers circle your nipples, featherlight, watching then rise up to meet him. He's rubbing them and flicking them with such care, it shoots pleasure straight to your core. You can physically feel yourself get wet, and you moan for him. When he catches your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, he rubs them with intention. He wants to see you fall apart, thing which you totally do. He knows what he's doing, making you arch your chest into him. His hips in-between your legs make it hard for you to get any friction, and your dying to rub your thighs together.
As he continues to roll your nipples between his fingers, effectively milking you of pleasure, he leans down to kiss your breasts.
"So sensitive. So sexy, my goddess." You moan in response and he showers you in kisses, his mouth trailing down, his hands following suit and grasping the shape of your ass. "May I?" Fingers hooked on your pants, he stares right into your eyes as he asks for consent.
"Please." You're desperate and overflowing with love and arousal, and rejoice as your clothes finally leave you.
"Oh, you don't need to beg, my love. To my goddess, I give anything."
You were pretty sure he was magical. He had to be magic itself to make you feel so mythological, so all powerful, as his tongue gingerly met your clit. He was gentle, teasing even, as he began his work. But you were awfully drenched already, one trip of his tongue from your entrance to your clit made you messy and sticky, just how he loved it. He lapped you up, the flat of his tongue exploring you, the tip sometimes stopping in its track to deliver sharp, intense pleasure to your bundle of nerves. And then, he'd wrap his lips around it, sucking as one of his fingers entered your tight walls. When there was less of a fight from your clenching hole, he added a second. You were squeezing his fingers so tight, because of your clit being stimulated relentlessly, that he could barely move his fingers to rub your front wall. The sounds were ungodly, the squelching proof of how he effectively seduced you with his wordship. And yet, to him, you were a heavenly sight.
So close, you were so, so close. Falling apart under him, he drank you up in your disheveled state - whining, writhing, moaning and calling his name like a mantra. He worshipped you like he was at the altar and yet you were the one chanting his name.
You loudly complained when his fingers left your walls and replaced his tongue on the task of rubbing your clit. He clearly wasn't trying to edge you, what was he doing?
"Grab my hair and ride my face." He told you, and you swore it the most shameless thing you've ever heard. And also the hottest.
With your hands tangled in his hair, you began to roll your lips on his flattened tongue. Soon you were a shaking, stuttering mess, his mouth covered in drool and arousal, his eyes bearing into yours with a passion that made your stomach turn. You were sure this man would kill for you.
He made you see stars, record fast. His lips continued to work you through your orgasm as you tried to come down, to regain your breath and calm your heart.
As soon as he wiped off his mouth with his arm, he climbed up your body to kiss your face. You had the biggest, most content smile on your face. Gunil smiled brightly himself, upon seeing you so happy.
"Are you okay, my love? Feeling warm yet?" He was both checking up on you and also teasing you, but you had nothing to hide. His flame had warmed you up from the inside, his passion had scorched you, and his sinful lips wrote secret spells on your body. He enchanted you for eternity.
"So, so warm." You replied, and although you were stark naked and he was fully clothed, he hugged you tightly once again, to really make sure you don't grow cold.
Sweet, sexy, warm Gunil.
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Cleaning supplies... Under the moonlight | Hwang Hyunjin
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader (no pronouns used but they are wearing a swim suit)
Characters: best friend!Hyunjin, reader, David (reader’s boyfriend), Jihyo and Luna (reader’s friends) and Sharon (identity is a spoiler). None of the original characters resemble real people.
Genre: Romance, best friends to lovers, ANGST, hurt/comfort, being saved from a messy break-up, slow burn, star-crossed lovers
Word Count: 8k
Warnings: CHEATING (reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend), toxic relationship, messy break-up, crying, reader becomes very insecure, Hyunjin is there to save the day, and he’s pining hard, reader is wearing a swim suit, I have no idea how heated pools work so don’t quote me on anything, Hyunjin is a poet so; I present to you confessing feelings through love poems, Hyunjin is shirtless, swearwords, reader gets called ‘angel’, kissing, cuddles, a bit of revenge, humor, the tense change is intentional (kinda), hopelessly romantic stuff, poetic prose, metaphors galore and lots of word plays (if you catch them all I’ll give you a gold star.)
A/n: I know the first part of the story focused on the reader’s relationship with her toxic boyfriend, but Hyunjin will become the main focus after the break-up so please don’t let the beginning intimidate you. Also I worked on this an entire week lord send help
Synopsis: Your vacation was supposed to go like this: scented candles, a warm pool and the light of the moon, in hopes of fixing your relationship with your boyfriend. But the universe had other plans. After you found out he has been cheating, you bathed under the moonlight, surrounded by broken roses, being confessed in poems by your best friend Hyunjin, and you’ve never felt so whole.
You've put everything into this vacation.
And that didn't only mean money, albeit it was quite costly. You, your boyfriend and some close friends decided to rent out a vacation house with a gigantic heated pool, to at least create a fun, leisure memory before summertime slipped between your fingers and the sun would grow sad and dim once again. With the price shared by so many people, it was still quite a lot - but you didn't care, because there was more emotion put behind this vacation than mere money.
Perhaps it wasn't the healthiest of solutions, just how when a couple decided to get married to fix their relationship (which to you always seemed like such a horrid idea), you were trying something similar. You wanted this vacation with your boyfriend, David. Things between you haven't been good, that would be the simplest way to put it. His behavior changed, he became more distant, less passionate about your relationship, and one thing led to another and you were fighting because of your growing suspicions. Truth be told, you were terrified. Afraid he didn't love you anymore, afraid he found someone else to spend his nights with.
He had been everything to you, the fiber woven from your cells, the beginning and end of every breath you took - because when you loved, you didn't hold back. And it came to you so naturally, too; to love him. You've never had something so simple, so stable until you met him. But they do say every good thing must come to an end, and there's this little cricket in the back of your mind, at low volume but at an unbearable high pitch, following you every moment, whether awake or asleep. It's telling you your gut is right. Vivi (so you've nicknamed him, many months ago, when his friends were making fun of how basic the name David is) has told you a million times you had nothing to worry about. That he's just busy, or stressed, or that your love is just settling into something more calm, rather than an intense teenage-like love, like it used to be in the beginning. He's made you feel insane so many times over. Like you're just imagining things, like your insecurities are getting out of hand and you're just projecting on him, lashing out at him. You thought you deserved the pain that came with the accusations of being untrusting, immature, unconfident, inconsiderate or selfish. But you didn't, of course you didn't. You didn't deserve any of that.
You were afraid Vivi wouldn't agree to the vacation, or even if he did, he wouldn't pull through on the money part and you'd have to pay his share. You were ready to annihilate your savings account just for this one chance at a happy memory. This one chance at making things right. But surprisingly, he agreed in a heartbeat and even suggested a specific vacation house he's heard of from his friends. Not even two days later, he had all the details down, made the math of the expenses and put together the whole group chat. You thought this was it, he was actually trying again. Showing you he still does have the passion to make you happy.
You couldn't have picked out a better date for the vacation, either. The first night, it would be a full moon, with a clear sky. You were imagining it already, how magical it was going to be, soaking in a heated pool under the moonlight with David, reciting your love vows once more, like you used to do in the start of your relationship. You couldn't help how hopelessly romantic you were, you needed to let it out, confess disgustingly sappy and cheesy words of admiration. But more than that, you needed him to tell you he loves you. You needed it.
When you arrived, you were met with a stranger who had been waiting for you and your friends at the vacation house. She introduced herself as Sharon, the daughter of the owner. Since her father was busy, she was left in charge of giving you the orientation.
"I'm not going to bother you much." She assured you, her voice was low in volume and yet high in pitch. "I'm just going to give you a quick tour of the rooms and then explain to you how the pool works, and what cleaning supplies you can use just in case you need them." She was a beautiful girl, so beautiful in fact, that the cricket in the back of your mind was telling you to be envious. You couldn't quite understand it, but you brushed it off.
There were three rooms in the house, each of them with their own bathroom. It was so much more luxurious than you imagined, and suddenly it seemed odd that you paid so little for something so grand. You remembered Vivi saying something about a discount, but the memory was vague. Nevertheless, the room count was perfect. One room would belong to you and Vivi, one to Jihyo and Luna, and one to Hyunjin.
You met Jihyo through Vivi, they were coworkers at some point. But the two of you instantly clicked and became girl friends, and the more, the merrier - Luna was her adopted sister, picked up from an orphanage in Spain. She was one of the most incredible and strongest women you've ever met, and you simply adored her. It was so magical to see how the two sisters came in a package, how they looked after each other with unconditional love. You thought something like that only existed in TV shows.
And lastly, there was Hyunjin. A man, a poet, a romantic with beauty deemed worthy of a Greek tragedy. But most importantly, your best friend; your lifeline. He understood you, in ways no one ever could. Your souls were made from the same material, the same thirst of emotions of celestial scales, he saw beauty in the small things just like you did. And he has been there, day in, day out, through your ugliest moments. When you were single at prom, he turned down at least 15 girls to take you instead. When you were too broke to afford Taylor Swift tickets, he pretended to 'roam the city' with you so that you'd listen to the concert from outside the stadium. When a boy broke your heart, he'd turn your pain into the most beautiful poems, and gift them to you in journals filled with drawings of your favorite flowers. He was more than anyone could ever ask for, and you were forever grateful to have such a human in your life. The perfect best friend.
With the tour out of the way, you volunteered to go with Sharon and receive the tutorial about the pool and supplies you must use for it. She explained to you the heating mechanism (although all you needed to do was turn it on, she reassured you.) and that water might need to be replenished if you use the pool a long time since the heat makes it evaporate faster. You jutted down all you could in your notes app, and then followed her to the supply closet. She explained to you about chlorine (although half of what she said went over your head) and showed you the cleaning supplies you can use in the instance that the water becomes extremely dirty (which she knew wouldn't be the case, but she was required to let you know). By the end of it, you were starting to think your senses maybe are going insane. Sharon seemed like a very nice and gentle person, and her attitude was very bright and easygoing. You told her you were gonna take some pictures of the bottles and note down in your phone what they are, so she gave you a warm smile and left you alone in the supply closet.
After writing your own one-thousand-words heated pool manual (pictures included), you were ready to have the vacation of a lifetime. You picked out a swimsuit in Vivi's favorite color, prepared his favorite scented candles to place around the pool, and alerted your friends beforehand that you wanted the pool just for you and Vivi on the first night. It was all coming together perfectly, so you grabbed the door handle with confidence.
"I'm sure my friends wouldn't mind if I leave a little bit later. We could grab some food and then hit up that bar you like? Don't I owe you a mojito?" That was Vivi's voice. Even with the door cracked just a little, you could hear it. It was so clear. It was his voice.
"I would love to." The cricket. Low in volume, high in pitch. It was speaking - it was agreeing to go out with your boyfriend.
"And maybe, afterwards I could take you home? Would you like that?" Your eyes are closed shut. But you couldn't close your ears, unfortunately. The conversation continued, and you could imagine him whispering in her ear, looking into her eyes and tipping her chin just how he used to do with you. Tears were about to escape, so you closed them even tighter. Your lungs were burning, because you were denying them air. Holding your breath, you bit your lip, hands shaking as they gripped the wall.
"Speaking of taking something home, I have something for you-"
You finally took a breath. And you stormed towards the voices.
Your vision was blurry, but after blinking away your tears, an image formed before your eyes: David, holding out a gigantic rose bouquet towards Sharon.
The ugliest flowers you've ever seen in your life, held by the ugliest man you've ever met. He was never beautiful to begin with, right? He couldn't have. A man with such an ugly soul, how could you have been attracted to him? How could you have loved him?
He calls out your name.
"This isn't what it looks like, okay? My dad is friends with Sharon's dad, okay? We became friends by association, okay?"
Okay? Is he asking you that, or is he asking himself if the lie is plausible?
"And these are for you, yeah?" He's walking towards you, putting the bouquet in your limp hand. "There's nothing going on between me and Sharon." The cricket, it suddenly stopped. Instead, you heard Sharon gasp and look at David in horror. She must have not known. She was also just a victim.
"Just stop it already! Enough with the lies!" You found yourself yelling, a never seen before anger bubbling underneath your skin. Your fingertips urged you towards violence, and so you slammed the roses into the floor. The petals scattered and the stems broke. Your yell must have startled the others, because soon you heard a lot of footsteps behind you - and then Sharon turned around and walked away, a hurt look in her eyes, head hanging low in shame. She was avoiding the eyes of all your friends, who were now staring at you and David.
"Okay, fine. You've gotten boring and I was no longer happy. I was going to leave you anyway." He was so nonchalant, there was no waver in his voice. That made you feel as if every time he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and his voice wavered, he wasn't honest. Only now, has he finally been honest.
And the most honest, he was when he took off in a run to chase after Sharon. To make sure she's okay. To comfort her and tell her she's the one he loves.
You fell to the floor.
And to your side, rushed no other than Hyunjin. Like always, to make sure you're okay. To comfort you and tell you you are loved.
The sobs broke out of your body and shook you violently. You were a mess of tears in just a few seconds, and you weren't going to hold back. You wailed, grabbed the roses and slammed them into the floor repeatedly.
But it was useless. They couldn't feel pain. They couldn't feel your pain. They couldn't realize what they have done to you.
Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your frame and gently lifted you to your feet.
"C'mon, let's get you in bed, yeah?" Your knees were buckling and you had no strength to stand. You were shaking your head no, like a toddler who didn't want to go back home. "We can continue crying in bed, mmm? Don't worry, I'll let you cry. I'll cry with you, angel." Your arms circled his torso, clutching his shirt between your fingers. You called out his name, and he reassured you he knows, he knows it hurts.
He carefully took your hand and dragged you away. He exchanged glances and nodded at your friends, but you didn't notice. You whispered to him, groggy in voice, that you can't go to your own room, because David's things are there. So Hyunjin took you to his room, which was the best choice for many reasons, not only so you can avoid seeing his things, but also so that he could avoid the urge of throwing David's suitcase out the window.
Hyunjin was true to his words. He sat you down in bed, and let you cry. And before he knew it, he was crying with you. He was holding you so tight, and it was so warm, and yet the shards of ice in your heart weren't melting. At first, you were angry - how could a human do something like this? Something so despicable, so vile? How could you not have realized you were in love with a monster? But then, his voice began to ring in your head. You're boring. He was going to leave you anyways. Perhaps it's you who's the problem. Perhaps you really are boring, and old-fashioned, and demanding, and idealistic, and untrusting, and immature, and too much to handle, and perhaps you should just give up because you're just un-
"Hyune, am I unlovable?" Your voice was barely there, but he heard you. He always heard you.
"Nonsense." He looked so hurt to hear you say that. "That's such nonsense." He repeated with a laugh, wiping his tears on his sleeve. "That's the most stupid thing you've ever said in your life. And you've said many stupid things, I would know." You slapped his arm in protest, but he was happy to see you chuckle.
"I mean, even if I'm not completely unlovable, Sharon is still prettier than me..." The flick of Hyunjin's fingers resonated on your forehead. You held your head in pain.
"What the hell, dude!"
"It's revenge! Every single time you say something like that, it hurts me. So I must hurt you back." You sighed. You knew he was joking, but at the same time, there was some truth behind it.
"I'm sorry, Hyune. I should have listened to you. You didn't like him since the very beginning, and you were the only one telling me my gut was right. It must have been so painful to just watch."
"It's painful to watch you now, as well." He confessed, and you felt a pang of guilt wash over you. But he pulled you back in his arms, to pet you hair lovingly. "That bastard, how dare he hurt my angel. I swear I'm gonna turn into Rapunzel's mom and lock you up in a tower so no one can ever hurt you again."
"Hmm, but doesn't pain help us grow or whatever?"
You were pretty sure Hyunjin just rolled his eyes all the way back to China.
"First of all, we all know pain just gives you more trauma. But I mean, your trauma collection is getting quite... exquisite nowadays." You smacked him again, playfully. But this time, you actually laughed. "No but seriously... there is a lesson in there somewhere. And not just to listen to me more often... to learn that you deserve more, angel." He was so close to you while he was speaking, his eyes aimed directly into yours. Your gaze wondered over him, over Hyunjin, your best friend. His chocolate eyes, sweeter than any cake you could ever eat, his vibrant lips, plumper than any wild cherry growing in the trees, his skin - like a canvas painted over the years with the brush of years and aging. His hair was long and dark, rebellious yet elegant, and the light was cascading in the room in lines, through the blinds that were semi-shut over the windows. Suddenly, there was a new sound in your mind. There was no more cricket, there was the sound of the ocean. Waves, crashing upon the shore. You were barely at the seams, the water was gently lapping at your feet; because you knew, you cannot underestimate the ocean. If you go any further, one wave is enough to push you off balance and take you into the water, like an irresistible magnet pulling you towards demise. One step, one wave, is enough. One more inch between your lips and his.
He pushed your shoulder lightly and you fell face first into the pillows.
"And if you say more mean things about yourself, I swear I'm throwing you in the pool." You reached out for the napkins on the nightstand. It was finally time to stop crying and... think about the future?
"The pool... tonight was supposed to be all romantic and perfect, with candles and the full moon on clear skies..."
"I like full moons and clear skies!" Hyunjin announced, and for some reason it made you burst into laugher. "What! It's true! The idiot would have probably not enjoyed it anyways. He has no eye for beauty. He thinks having one green wall in his grey apartment is enough for him to live 'in vibrant color'. Okay Picasso, but like why the fuck must that wall be in the kitchen?!" You look happy when you laugh. He loves seeing you happy. "You dodged a bullet, trust me. First it's the green kitchen wall, next he ignores the perfect date that his perfect girl set up for him-" His perfect girl. You heart was racing. "-and next he-"
"Tries to double tap her with the daughter of a vacation house owner. He couldn't even find the daughter of a rich CEO."
"- I was gonna say next he's the only single grandpa in a retirement home, because he's too sad of an excuse of a man, but that too." Hyunjin always did this for you, as well. He made sure to roast all of your exes until all you could think of them is burnt chicken. Until the memory of them becomes something funny, that could never hurt you again. "Plus, I'm not letting your efforts go to waste - I'm not letting you miss this chance. Let's watch the moon, together."
You nodded. What else could you do?
You decided it would be best to try to take a nap until night hit. So much crying has left you dizzy and with a headache crawling at fast speeds through your forehead and sinuses.
"Do you have any painkillers? Should I try to find a pharmacy around here?" Hyunjin offered, but you reassured him you have some in your suitcase. "Okay, wait here, I'll go get it for you- but uh, which one is yours?"
"The one that has color on it, duh." He disappeared with a giggle, around the corner.
"I will never underestimate you ever again, ma'am." He joked, placing your colorful suitcase next to the bed. He made sure none of your items were left over in the room you used to shared with David, and insisted you stay put while he brings you a glass of water.
Pills in your system, blinds closed, blanket over your shoulders, Hyunjin curled on the other side of the bed, as small as he could make himself be, so that he doesn't make you feel suffocated. But he was holding two of your fingers in his hand, from across the bed. The skin of two fingers was enough pathway for you to feel a million bodies worth of love, though.
When you woke up, he wasn't there. Nor David who was haunting you in your dreams, nor Hyunjin who was whispering poems to you to chase the nightmares away. You thought you'd be alright after crying it out, but it wasn't that easy. You woke up feeling miserable, with a heavy weight on your chest, and yet feeling so empty and hollow.
You checked your phone, and he hasn't called. You didn't know if you should feel sad or relieved about it. At least he won't chase after you again, right? It won't be another hurtful on and off. It's over. He doesn't love you anymore.
"Oh hey, you're awake- Nah ah, no more crying! You've had your fill of tears, now it's time for a fill of pizza! Get your ass to the living room, missy!" You didn't have the time to cry when Hyunjin was chasing you out of the room with a pillow.
It was a little bit awkward at first, because Jihyo and Luna didn't know if they should bring it up or just try to distract you. Eventually you bit the bullet and began to tell them about your relationship yourself. All the behavior changes, the suspicions, the hurtful words (that you now realize were manipulation) and all the lies.
"Not even his guy friends knew." Jihyo told you. She apparently told the whole group chat she was in with David's friends about what he has been doing. "He didn't just lose his girlfriend, I think he lost most of his friends by doing this."
"Thank you, Ji. For having my back." Perhaps your relationships were monster trucks, but your friends were really golden. They really looked after you.
"So!" Hyunjin announced. "Change of plans. She's having a romantic moonlit date with me, instead. So the pool is still off limits." After Luna threw what looked like a piece of olive at Hyunjin's shirt, and he screamed in your ear, eventually the sisters said they were planning on working on their DnD character sheets anyway. They were your favorite nerds.
According to your phone, the moon would begin to rise at around nine in the evening. It was just enough time for the food in your bellies to settle, while you caught up with the new videos of your favorite comedy channel. Laughter filled the room, and Jihyo and Luna made sure to cuddle the heck out of you, to distract you from that emptiness that was threatening to form into a pit in your stomach.
"So, what scented candles do you have? Something sexy and seductive?" Hyunjin asked you, wriggling his eyebrows. It made the other girls giggle.
"Apple." You answered, and the whole room deadpanned.
"In what world is apple sexy?!"
"It's his favorite!" You tried to defend yourself, but Hyunjin just scoffed.
"Jesus fucking Christ, you really needed a new boyfriend." This roast didn't make you grin. It didn't make you laugh. Instead, you looked down at the floor, a sigh shaking your body. As the seconds passed, you began to feel more and more stupid for ending up in this situation. For being so dumb as to let yourself be led on by some pretty words, and pretty eyes, that you could ever be truly loved- "Sorry." Hyunjin apologized in a panic. It just slipped, he had so much resentment bottled up for that man. "It's a good thing I brought some of mine with me. They're not exactly sexy, but they should be more fitting."
"Oh, what scent is it?"
"Ocean." Ocean, the waves that are lapping at your feet. They're calling you over.
Hyunjin was calling you over, to see if you like the smell of the candles. You had gone through too many emotions today: the anger, the sadness, the insecurities, and now this anxiety. Or was it thrill? If you put your ear on Hyunjin's chest, would you be able to hear the waves?
"I'm going to go set these up." He announced, and you nodded.
"I'll get changed." With a skip to his step, Hyunjin walked out and closed the door to give you privacy. You're not even in the water yet, and you already feel like you're drowning.
You fished out your swim suit from your luggage and laid it out on the bed before you. You actually bought this - spent so much money on it - got it in his favorite color - for a man who was cheating on you. You were really regretting not having brought an alternative with you. You couldn't just walk out in underwear and a shirt, right? Better not. You grit your teeth and put it on, but made a mental note to 'accidentally' start a dumpster fire, and 'accidentally' drop the swim suit in it after tonight.
When you were done changing, you found Hyunjin out by the pool. Somehow, he managed to turn it on by himself since you could already see steam coming off of it. He arranged two candles around one corner of the pool (since he only had two) and was probably waiting for you to arrive.
"Oh, angel. That color does not suit you." Hyunjin had always been quite picky when it came to fashion. He had his 'disgusted fashion designer' face on.
"I know, it's-"
"Let me guess, his favorite color? I've seem vomit more vibrant than that." You snorted at the comment. The color was, in fact, quite horrible. "If I wouldn't know how much money you probably spent on that, I'd tell you to set it on fire." You laughed. Great minds think alike.
"I was thinking the same thing." After exchanging grins, Hyunjin seemed to fall into thought. He had that look in his eyes that told you there was a complicated process going on in his mind.
"I'll buy you a new one." Surprised, you cocked an eyebrow at him as you approached the side of the pool he was at. You scooted next to the scented candle he lit, and sat down on the edge. "Careful you don't burn you butt." He joked, and you rolled your eyes at him. The candle wasn't even close to touching you. The water was very warm and calming, you noticed, when you dipped your feet in. It made you want to move even closer to the edge so that your tired ankles would be soothed.
"You don't need to buy me a new one. What would I use it for? I don't think I'll be at any pool again any time soon." A rosy petal tickled your toes and you realized the bouquet had somehow ended up in the water. There were petals and tiny white flowers scattered all around the corner of the pool. It would have been a beautiful sight, if it wasn't so tragic.
"Well, maybe I have been secretly planning a weekend trip to Jeju island for you and I." That surely caught you off guard. You barely had any money left after this vacation, you wouldn't be able to afford a trip to Jeju. He wasn't planning on paying for it all by himself, right?
"I mean, that sounds lovely, Hyune." You replied, even if you had some financial disagreements to talk about later. "But it's september! I don't think I'll be walking around in a swimsuit at the beach in this weather. It's getting chilly." The air was quite cold, you've noticed it ever since the morning. The sun didn't have the same strength as a few days ago - but thankfully the heat coming off of the pool was making it bearable to be out just in a swim suit.
"First of all, summer is a feeling, not a season. And second, I'll just get you one for next summer." Next summer - you almost forgot. To Hyunjin, highschool with you was barely yesterday, and next summer should be in two days. A year was nothing to him when he promised you forever.
"Okay." You replied quietly, swooshing the water around with your feet. You were scared to look him in the eyes, because suddenly you felt so vulnerable. You could trust his idea of forever, right?
"Okay!" He replied with a much brighter note. "With that settled, I'll go get changed for our pool adventure." He walked away, leaving you alone with your thoughts, and the subtle smell of the ocean. It was still calling you, but now you could hear it clearer. You could smell it clearer. One more step, one more inch of your skin under the water, and perhaps you could feel it clearer, too.
The wait would have been agonizing if you hadn't made a friend in the moon as soon as you found it in the sky. She - the moon has always been a she to you - was looking absolutely astonishing . For a second, a very silly second, you thought the moon had done a better job at dressing up for a romantic date than you did. You searched around for the evening star as well, the brightest, most beautiful star in the sky. You hoped if the moon was going on a date tonight, it would be with the evening star. For he was a strong man to always keep his light so bright, to always manage to guide the sailors lost in the night-
Hyunjin came back with a few tiny packages in his hand. He was shirtless; and from waist down he wore swim trunks, an ombre from blue, to light blue, to white. With the way the sky was reflected in the pool, you would think he was trying to blend in with the water.
"Choco?" He nudged you, offering you a golden foil. You took one from him happily, and watched him as he took off an elastic band from his wrist to put his hair up in a messy ponytail. The chocolate he offered you was very delicious, and you guessed also probably very fancy. Hyunjin never held back when it came to pleasing the senses. But you wondered, how come he's offering you something sweet? Wasn't the ocean supposed to be salty?
He also ate a chocolate quietly next to you. The silence was getting heavy, which was very odd. Silence was always comforting next to him, but now, the less he spoke the more you felt confused and lost at sea.
"The bouquet ended up in the water." You told him, trying to make any sort of small talk. He hummed, put away the foil of the sweet treat he consumed, and eased himself fully into the pool. As soon as he was in, he let out a soulful sigh. He adored warm water, and you could tell from his body language, from the way his shoulders slumped and his neck craned to stare at the night sky, jaw wide open in admiration - that Hyunjin was in a happy place. Was it just you who was nervous, then?
To your surprise, Hyunjin pushed through the water all the way to the corner where the bouquet was floating about. He picked it up, and began to crush the flowers in his hand so that the petals would fall. He left the stems empty, and then threw them out of the pool. With powerful motions, he made the water roll in waves, so that the petals would scatter throughout the entire pool.
"Now it's just part of the decorum." He said with a giggle. He approached you, and his hand was warm and welcoming when it gently touched your knee. "Forget who they're from." As he beckoned you to join him in the water, you wanted to let those words hypnotize you. Allow the pain to fade to the background.
You join him in the water, and it embraces you like you were meant to be held in someone's arms your entire life. Even though you are surrounded by those petals - those empty promises, those broken parts of your heart - something inside of you is healing. You are no longer putting meaning or significance onto them. They no longer hold you captive. For that tiny moment, everything is as it should be: there is no other place you should have been. No other person you should have been. And no other person - besides your best friend with a dizzying smile - should have accompanied you that night. It was the universe's plan, and no one could be blamed for that.
The universe is vast. As you look up, through the thousands of celestial bodies before you, you can't pin point any to curse in grief and woe. Furthermore, you can't even name this strange feeling of acceptance. It had just appeared in your heart.
"The sky is so beautiful." You mumble, and Hyunjin almost surprises you when he hums. He looks just as awestruck as you do, and you know for a fact he was the one meant to join you. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, the deep breaths he takes as he says absolutely nothing. He is in a trance, and you are entranced by him.
"The moon and stars are shining for you, my love" You hear him say, but it was quiet, like he wasn't sure of his own words.
"For all that is up there, up above,
In the gentle skies of angels and sinners:
The moon rays and the cheeky glimmers," He takes a pause, as if to rest for a heartbeat and let himself smile.
"They're all but lights to make your eyes shine -
And help you see yourself in mine."
"That's beautiful, Hyune." You complimented. You wondered just how many poems he had stored in his mind and heart. Would you need a library pass to find out? "Who's it from?"
"Oh, he's not a published author." He replied cheekily. "Although he wishes he could be." From the shy yet smug look on his face, it was easy to piece it together.
"Did you write it?"
"Mhm."
"Like, on the spot? Just now?"
"Mhm."
You're absolutely insane!" You tell him with a gentle slap to the arm. He giggles and your heart melts. "I swear there's no human being more talented than you." He looks down at the water and something peculiar sparkles in his eyes. Something naughty, like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to and yet he's unaware, he's proud of the mistake he's done.
"Well, it wouldn't be possible without you." You stare at him in confusion. Is he trying to thank you for supporting him and his passion for poetry? For the validation and reassurance you offer him when he works? It goes without question that you would be supporting your best friend- "Do you want me to recite the poem to you again?" You're confused and caught off guard. Frankly you have no idea what is going on, so you just shrug your shoulders awkwardly.
"Sure, I guess."
While Hyunjin has been standing to your side this entire time, leaning back on the edge of the pool, the scented candle between you two, now he moved to stand before you. He was blocking the moon, invading your senses, a dim light hugging his silhouette.
"The moon and stars are shining for you, my love" He's looking in your eyes, and his hands move to grip the edge of the pool on either side of you head. Your lungs are burning.
"For all that is up there, up above" He looks towards the sky for a split second, and then he looks back at you, his eyes clouding with mist.
"In the gentle skies of angels and sinners:" He searches for you hand in the water, and with the most gentle pull, he brings it to his lips to kiss your fingers. A rose petal slips off of you arm and back into the water.
"The moon rays and the cheeky glimmers," He's smiling. He's in his happy place, and yet, you don't know how to accept that the weight of the ocean isn't trying to harm you.
"They're all but lights to make your eyes shine -" Was he seeing the moon in your eyes?
"And help you see yourself in mine." You were in his eyes. You were. It just took you so many years to see it.
"The moon and stars are shining for me?" You ask; you had to make sure. Your hands were shaking, and a chill ran down your spine.
"My love." He completed the lyric, and you were trying so so hard, to find oxygen in your lungs.
This was exactly were you were afraid of - that one step closer, the ocean waves would take you away, and you'd fall into the dark depths - and ultimately drown. "I'm in love with you." You hear him say. "I know you've been through so many emotions already, and this is just not the right time, because I don't wanna seem like I'm taking advantage of the situation and trying to be some sort of savior to you, but I really am in love with you and I can't stand watching you suffer-"
One of your favorite quotes you've ever read, by a person named Irtiqa Nabi, was 'The sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown'.
You just had to be willing.
You just had to understand.
You don't need the oxygen.
You take one more, final breath and reach out to kiss Hyunjin before he rambled away all night. His hands fly to embrace you, to cradle your face, to shield you with his body.
It was the most terrifying leap of faith you've ever made, but you finally realized the ocean wasn't evil. It wasn't trying to take your life away or rob you of your heart. No, the ocean was this being full of life, full of warmth; he wanted you to dive beyond the surface. He wanted you to uncover his mysteries. And he loved you so much.
"Wait." Hyunjin pulls away, dazed and with unfocused eyes. He bites his lip. "Are you sure about this? Once you allow me to love you, I won't stop. I don't let go." You look up at him and smile. No matter how many times you tell him, it'll never be enough: he's so beautiful. But tonight, something is different. He's exactly how the universe wanted him to be. Exactly where the universe wanted him to be. So naturally, only poetry could describe the beauty of a man who had found his destiny.
"Make me you last love, Hyunjin." You plead, and his eyes fill with both admiration and tears.
"Oh, I will." He cradles you so gently, and yet so tightly. His long fingers are enveloping your face, his body is swallowing yours like the tide, and he kisses you, again and again. And with each one, you gain life, you gather courage, a new constellation is born inside of you. Astrologers could only dream of uncovering all those new-born stars.
He drags you into the middle of the pool, and guides your legs around his waist. He holds you with ease, and from this angle, when you look down at him all you see is joy. But he hides in your neck, and finds another happy place in there.
You rest your head on his shoulder and look up the sky. The moon rose to a higher position, and she looks so calm, so all-knowing as she beams on you. She knew what was going to happen already, and now she was grinning at you slyly.
"Can you see the moon from there?" Hyunjin asks you, and you hum.
"Mhm. But you can't, can you?" It's not like he's trying, his eyes are closed as he cradles you.
"No, just tell her I said hi." You laugh. You wonder just for how long, has the moon known Hyunjin's secret? "I've got my own night sky right here." He says, as he hugs you even tighter, squeezing you to his chest like you're his childhood teddy bear.
"Cheesy." You mutter, but you place a kiss just underneath his ear. That ear begins to burn, and then his whole face is red (that's why he's hiding it away) and Hyunjin thinks he'll never grow used to it. In fact, he promises himself he won't. He promises to always allow himself to be surprised by just how much you mean to him. Over and over again.
Minutes turn to hours, just like days always turned to years around Hyunjin. Eventually you climb out of the pool to not turn into raisins - but you still continue to be tangled with each other, making up for all the kisses you've missed for all those years you've kept each other at arm's length. It feels like a pipe dream to call him yours, to kiss his lips that felt like clouds, look into his eyes that filled with lightning, listen to the words filled with thunder. And yet, his heartbeat still spoke to you in calm waves-
You and Hyunjin jump from your seats at the sound of something loudly popping. You frantically look around for the sound, and you see Jihyo and Luna, holding a confetti tube towards you. The sparkly paper falls to the floor, while some are carried by the wind towards you.
"Congratulations!" The two cheer, and you can't help but snort. Where did they even get confetti from?
"Now that the cat's outta the bag, the asshole is out of the picture and you're finally dating the right guy-" Luna almost sounds like she's rapping while she rambles, and everyone carries amusement on their faces. "And this guy can stop whining in my ear about how much he wants you-" You turn towards Hyunjin in shock, and he tries to make himself small and hide. He fails. "We can finally have some nice, family fun!"
"I thought we agreed you'd let us have the pool tonight!" Hyunjin argues, but Luna tuts in response.
"So I can just watch you two make out from afar? Nah, I wanna see it in person." With the look of an almost psycho, Luna grabs your leg and pulls you into the pool with her. She splashes you wildly in the face, and soon Jihyo and Hyunjin join you in a water fight even a toddler would easily win.
After a while a whole lot of fun, you approach Jihyo for a light conversation while the other two are struggling to inflate a beach ball.
"Have you known for a long time?"
"About Hyunjin's feelings? No, it was Luna who knew. I didn't know until tonight, honestly."
Hyunjin has been confiding in Luna, it seems. She was the only one who knew his secret - or well, maybe she wasn't. You look up at the moon, and then back at Luna, and something seems to make you laugh.
It is very late into the night, and yet you are all still awake. It came to the point where you had to leave the water, but Luna stops in the middle of the hallway and blocks the path.
"Hey, didn't that girl teach you stuff about cleaning the pool and all?"
You didn't even remember her name by this point.
"Yeah, why?"
"So what cleaning supplies should one use, let's say, if the pool becomes dirty with... An entire luggage worth of clothes and stuff?"
"What?" Hyunjin asks, breaking into a wild laugh, but he feels as if he already knows what Luna is about to say.
"Let's throw David's stuff into the pool." You display a look of horror, but when you look at Hyunjin, you see him comically dash into the house.
You're too dazed to even register when the suitcase showed up in front of your face. All three of your peers attacked the zippers like wild hyenas, and soon your ex's clothes are sent flying into the pool.
"Even his underwear is ugly." Hyunjin says, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it as far as he could into the pool. "I'm gonna need hand sanitizer after this."
You start to enjoy it after a while. Sure, you still tell them to not throw anything electric or expensive in there, like his earphones or watch, but you are the one to chuck his toothbrush in the pool and watch it sink to the bottom.
"Revenge is best served wet, baby." Luna pretends to dust off her hands and leaves the scene of the crime with a deadly hair flip.
Giggling like a bunch of school girls, you part ways to go quickly shower the chlorine away from your bodies. Then you reunite, clad in your comfiest pj's, and cuddle to Hyunjin's chest to listen to the sound of the ocean waves.
"Angel?" He calls out to you, and you look at him with hazy eyes. "Would it be weird or overwhelming if I told you I love you?"
"No." You shake your head and giggle. It's not that it was new information to you, but it did hold a new meaning now. A meaning - you found - you were always craving to reciprocate. Why have you been searching for Hyunjin in all of those people, when he was right there with you, petting your hair and making you feel alive?
"And would it be weird or overwhelming if I said that to you every night?"
"No, I would like that actually." You reach up to kiss him. He welcomes it and chases after your lips, and it's such a new high, that you wish it to turn into a habit.
"Okay." He whispers. "I love you."
"I love you." You reply. You don't say 'me too', you don't say 'i love you too'. Because this is not an action that he does and you copy. No, you love him all on your own. It's so crazy, that you love him independently, and he loves you independently, and yet when you're put together, you form the same constellation.
It's a good thing Hyunjin locked the door, because somewhere around five in the morning you got woken up by loud banging on your door, your handle being shaken erratically and an array of swear words. Hyunjin woke up as well, and you both tried to stifle your giggles, because that night you heard swearwords and insults you didn't even know existed.
By afternoon, when you got out of your room, he was completely gone. Turns out he collected his clothes from the pool and left with them soaking in a garbage bag. Luna had snuck out in the morning to record a video of David, trying and failing repeatedly to fish out his clothes with the stick end of a broom. You laughed so hard it brought you to tears, and when you went outside to check, you saw the only thing left, was a chlorine infused toothbrush sitting sad and depressed at the bottom of the pool.
You blocked him and threw away the memory of him into the sea. You knew the sea would be mean to him, drown him out and silence him. Because the universe wanted someone else to love you.
The moon, the stars, and all the eight seas;
They whispered to you that you had found your destiny.
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Warnings: porn with very little plot, their relationship is kinda ambiguous in the beginning - so a fwb (?) to lovers kinda thing, Seungmin is a sex god and this mainly focused on female pleasure, so service dom seungmin x sub fem reader, edging (f rec), overstimulation (f rec), vibrator (used on f), v fingering, protected penetration, multiple orgasms (f), dirty talk, reader gets called slutty (lovingly), worship (f rec), use of the green - yellow - red safe word system, they are actually in love i swear, soft aftercare ofc, and very fluffy ending
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You were standing at the crossroads between love and absolute sin. And somehow, Seungmin was the bridge to both of those things at once. You counted almost five orgasms that night.
The first time, he teased and edged you through your panties, with skillful fingers. He was spooning you, his breath hot on your neck as he kissed it every once in a while, encouraging you, humming along to every sound escaping your lips; as if he was agreeing with you about how good it feels. Rubbing your pussy and clit, stopping every few seconds to make sure you don't cum too early, Seungmin was making you feel so good and so safe.
Unfortunately the edging didn't last very long because through your panties, he couldn't quite grasp how close you are. You came, relaxing into putty into his warm grasp.
"We're continuing, right?" He asked you, to make sure. Of course you were continuing. Your appetite was barely awakening, and you needed so much more from him. You were craving every single thing that you knew only Seungmin could grant you. Nodding sheepishly at him, you turned to watch him fish out your vibrator from the drawer.
You and Seungmin had somewhat of an agreement. A mind-blowing sex agreement.
You've known him for years; worked on assignments with him, met him again at a part time job, got wasted with him a couple times, shared with him your deepest secrets. And one day you told him: that you have a fascination with certain kinks and that you wished you had someone to explore them with.
"I can do that." Is what he replied with and you didn't know if you were supposed to be laughing, crying, mortified or excited. There was definitely a spark, a connection between you and Seungmin since day one - in the idea that you had impeccable teamwork in whatever you worked at together. And he was, of course, very attractive, kind and a great person overall - when he wasn't being a menace. However, your kinks needed exactly that, for him to be a menace to you. You wanted to be edged, teased, overstimulated and tortured with pleasure until you couldn't think straight. And Seungmin took up the challenge.
So after the first orgasm, he brought out your bullet vibrator and, without even taking off your clothes, he placed it inside your panties, turned it on and pressed it onto you, making sure the panties were keeping it in place. The vibrations began to deliciously settle into your nerves, and Seungmin was moving the vibrator up and down to stimulate you as intensely as possible. The air grew hot very fast, and soon your hips were moving with a mind of their own to chase after that vibrator. You were struggling; clearly wanting it - wanting to cum again, you were craving it desperately. Seungmin was heavily amused watching you.
He made such a self discovery by volunteering to help you out. He liked it, a lot. He wasn't sure if he liked this kind of kinks in general (because he gets to tease as much as he wants) or he likes it because it's you. When he finds the courage to, he'll realize it's actually you he likes the most.
"C-cumming!" You warned him, and he was woken out of his thoughts. You orgasmed again, thighs shaking. He climbed further up your body, pulling your pants and panties down to grab the vibrator, which he pushed even tighter into your puffy clit to overstimulate you. You cried out, physically trying to fight him off with shaking, hip jerking and your nails burying into his arms. But he wasn't planning on stopping, dragging that sharp pleasure on and on, whimper after whimper sounding from you as you rolled your head on the pillow frantically.
It was so hot. Your body was so hot. Like your engines were overheating, like there was suddenly no more air to grasp onto. It was torturous, but pleasurable in unexplainable ways.
He didn't let the device slip even for one second, taking off all of your clothes with just one hand, including your shirt that was beginning to stick to your skin.
He could look at your pussy now. Really look at it, watch it twitch - the wet, leaking mess it had become. Your juices were sticking to the vibrator, making slick noises as Seungmin continued to play with you. Suddenly, he maneuvered the vibrator in his hand in such a way that it was extremely lightly grazing your clit, instead of pressing into it like it was before. It was a completely different kind of pleasure now, one that wasn't so hot and thick, it was light and ticklish, and it was replenishing your hunger for another orgasm.
"You're so slutty." Seungmin mumbled, and then he looked directly into your eyes. A pang of pleasure shot through your body at the eye contact, especially because he licked his lips. He was parched, hungry - not for food or water though, for you. His hard on was becoming uncomfortable. "I love it." He continued. "I love how slutty you are." He was still moving the vibrator up and down, very lightly rubbing your clit and letting the vibrations do the rest. His fingers were beginning to feel numb from holding it for so long. "God, look at you. So wet." You have no idea how, but he got you close to a third orgasm. "You're so sexy. I could watch you forever." He kissed your knee, your thigh, left feather light kisses on your belly. You wanted to caress him, grab him up and kiss his lips, but you were doomed to tightly grasp the bedsheets.
So close. So, so close. The pleasure sharpened and sharpened, until it finally freed you. You came again, but this time around he just helped you ride out your orgasm, body shaking and arching, legs locking around his body. Then, he turned off the vibrator. Your chest heaved, your head dizzy and ears muffled.
He moved up your body, leaving pecks on your chest, neck and then all over your face. You giggled, hand slightly shaking as you finally tangled it in his hair. You turned towards him, being met with the most beautiful, chocolate puppy eyes. They were full of admiration. He locked lips with you, in a quick but soft kiss that spoke volumes to you.
Kissing was never off of the table in your arrangement with Seungmin. Weirdly.
"Are we feeling good?" He asked you.
"Mhm." You hummed happily.
"Want more?"
"Yes, please. Need it inside." You were insatiable. You kissed Seungmin again and he couldn't help but smirk.
Crawling between your legs again, he watched your arousal leak out of your patiently waiting hole. He pushed two fingers in, curling them to chase after your gummy wall. You moaned, as if you were waiting to moan that whole night. You could finally feel it, that sweet drag inside of you. He opened you up, pushing his fingers against your walls, then began to pump them in and out, his palm slapping into your clit with every thrust. But it wasn't enough, it just wasn't. Your body was beyond sensitive, and it wanted something bigger, something more substantial.
As if he could read your mind, he got up from the bed, the loss of his fingers leaving you feeling empty. He took his clothes off and grabbed a condom, struggling to roll it around his raging hard on. He waited so patiently for this, and laughed maniacally at the string of whines and moans leaving you as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your swollen clit.
"So greedy and so eager." He teased and you nodded, biting your lip. He took that as challenge, softly fucking his tip inside of your hole. "Don't worry, I'll give you what you want and more."
It already felt heavenly when he was just fucking you with the tip. But then - then he pushed himself in deeper, and deeper. He went slow at first, dragging his hard, hot and heavy dick between your walls. You could feel him in every inch of you, in your body, in your mind, and in your soul. You were so wet, squelching so loud as he moved, that he was able to glide in you so easily, with absolutely no pain. He grabbed your hips to adjust you on his dick, lifting them in an angle.
"Help me find your spot, baby." He asked, and you shimmied your hips in his grasp, arching and angling yourself so that his dick was hitting you right where you wanted it. Like the obedient puppy he is, he began to pound into your g-spot, eventually his hand landing on your clit to rub it. Overwhelmed, your body began to burn, body shaking terribly as all of your senses overloaded. Feeling you clench so hard and shake, Seungmin slowed down, thinking you came.
"Did you come?"
"I don't know." You whined. "My body is so sensitive, I can't even think anymore." Even though you were whining and mewling, you were smiling; and so happy to be at Seungmin's mercy. You were never this intimate and vulnerable with anyone before.
"Do you want us to stop?" You definitely didn't want him to stop. He spent way too little time fucking you. Your walls were still craving the push of his cock.
"No, not yet. I'm not satisfied yet." For a second, he looked at you like you were crazy. But then a look of worry replaced it.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." From worried, he went right back to cheeky as he heard the lust in your voice. What a demoness you were.
"My naughty princess." He whispered into your neck.
Yes, you were a little crazy to want more when your thighs were shaking with every thrust. But that's something he loved about you.
How crazy you were.
Wrapping his arms around you tightly, Seungmin spun you two around so that you'd be on top. With a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, he watched you move to find your preferred riding position, giving him a view of your body, that he found to be so beautiful, so perfect. Sweat was rolling down your sides, and that tortured and passionate look in your eyes was driving him insane.
You couldn't quite make yourself cum. You tried, riding him, hands pressing hardly into his chest, into his very heart, rubbing your clit with desperation as you moved. But it wasn't good enough, so he decided to help you by thrusting up into you. You collapsed into his chest at the pleasure, and he rolled you around again, to be on top and retake the lead. Lifting one of your legs up for better access to drill your hole, he decided it was about time to wrap up.
Like the absolute maniac he was, he grabbed the vibrator again and showed it to you.
"May I?" So courteous. It was pissing you off.
"You may - hnng!" Seungmin knew this was the most certain way to make you see stars. It took a couple of seconds, too. All he had to do was thrust a couple of times, let the vibrator go wild on your clit and you were convulsing, screaming, clawing at him.
He kept going through your orgasm, chasing after his own high while you were in hyper-drive, clenching so tight around him your pussy might as well swallow him whole.
"Color?"
"Ah, yellow-!" It was a simple system, really. Green meant go, yellow meant it was almost too much, and red meant stop.
"Can I finish and wrap up?" As if you were crazy enough to ask for another one after all this. But even if you did, he wouldn't agree to it. Yellow is enough for him to stop - he doesn't ever want to hear red come out of your mouth. Thankfully, you agreed to end it.
And finally, you milked him dry. He came into the condom with a grunt, stopping the vibrator and stuttering his hips into you. You both breathed hard, one more spent than the other. You've always been impressed by Seungmin's ability to not cum unless when he intends to - how even in the world does he withstand it?
After he caught his breath, he pulled out and went to clean up and throw away the messy condom. He came back to pick you in his arms, carrying your naked body to the bathroom where he gently cleaned you up and allowed you to empty your bladder and untangle your hair.
When you came back , he already tidied the room and organized a cozy spot for you on the bed where he could wrap you in blankets and cradle you in his arms.
"How are we feeling?" He asked again, and you grew so, so fond of this sentence.
"Perfect." You reply, smiling at him, and he grins back. He's radiating happiness, and if you're not wrong, he's never smiled like this around anyone else but you. "Can we become official tomorrow?" You mumbled into his chest, and his heart didn't skip a beat, it skipped multiple.
"Are you serious? D-do... You wanna be my girlfriend?" Finally. Finally he could be allowed, to love you so deep, in such a disgustingly shameless way like he desired. He hoped he wasn't dreaming, and that his sex goddess was actually, really going to become his.
"Yes." You reply, booping his nose with your finger.
"I would love nothing more." Yes, yes, and a million more times yes. Can you even begin to imagine how happy you're making him?
"Perfect." You say back, kissing him briefly before burying your face in his naked chest.
"Perfect." He copies you, leaving tiny kisses on your hair. "You're perfect."
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Warnings: this is disgustingly romantic, reader is worshiping their love for lino basically, talks about mythology and gods
A/n: Please let me know if you liked this, since I do know this is a kind of writing that isn't really done around here (?) but I am a hopeless romantic so here goes nothing lmao
Synopsis: One day, you began to wonder: what makes your love story with Minho so special? As you struggle to find an answer, you only find more love.
Millions of people fall in love every single day, but what makes my story special?
My story, by all normal means, is not in any way special. I'm sure history has heard of stories like mine countless of times.
What could I say to make it sound special? That it was love at first sight?
Well, it was. But that's also cliche. I don't believe it to be as rare as it sounds.
That he thawed my cold heart and made it beat again? Even though he did - my ex made me feel oh so special, and when he walked out of my life, every wall he had knocked down were built right back up.
But then I met another boy, and he spoke to me with a sparkle in his eye, with hidden kindness and sensitivity beyond every word. And I fell in love hopelessly, on the spot.
What else could I say -? That he has a heart of gold? He does, this boy of mine has helped countless animals find shelter, fed starving children across the world and offered every little ounce of him towards the happiness of those around him. But does that make our story special enough?
He's not a king of ancient kingdoms, although secretly, when he sits down at his desk I imagine he could be. A heavy crown on his head, the garments of nobility, an aura around him that demands respect. Plus, he's never taken a selfish decision in his life, he's always looked after me and stirred me in the right direction.
He's not a knight in shining armor, although when we're together I feel so powerful - that we could indeed be slaying dragons! Both of us, clad in armor, standing back to back with wide swords ready to charge into battle, the background forgotten in a mist of smoke and ashes. There is no foe that could stand in our way.
Perhaps you could say, this story is special because he is special. But he would kill me if he heard me say that, that he's special and I'm not.
Because if you ask him, I've got it all backwards. He's just Minho, and I'm the star.
The star of his world.
He swears I must be famous, because although I don't see it (or refuse to admit it) everyone around me adores me. Or so he says. He always says I'm loved, oh so loved, and not just by him. He's merely my biggest fan, and sometimes-! Sometimes he acts like my manager. Marketing me to others, telling stories of how great I am. How cute.
But let's get back to talking about him. Since he's my favorite topic to talk about.
So he's not a king, nor a knight. Perhaps he's a seer, since he does seem to posses the ability to foresee the future! He always talks about such distant destinies, the names of our children, the color of our shared bedroom, the furniture of our kitchen, all these memories we're yet to have... Hmm, maybe he can predict the future. I doubt it's all wishful thinking!
Or maybe he's a magician? A healer, a witch, a mage - he must be able to perform some sort of healing magic, because once, when I had a headache, he kissed my forehead and the pain went away. That couldn't have been a coincidence-!
What else could I compare him to, to make this seem more magical? An Egyptian deity...? No, let's not do that, it sounds somewhat blasphemous to compare a mere mortal to an ancient God... although he should definitely try dressing as one for Halloween! Gold would look great on his honey-like skin, surrounded by his tightly protected kittens... From what I have read he'd fit Anubis the most, for he's such a good listener, so supportive, it's like he has the ability to bring people back to life, breathe motivation back into them when they feel they're at the end of their road - just like Anubis used to help in the process of reincarnation. It doesn't even have to be Egyptian, I could say he reminds me of Prometheus, the man who stole fire from the gods, to give it to humanity in an absolute tragic and noble sacrifice... (I did compare him to gods even though I said I wouldn't, right?)
Maybe he's a forest fairy? No, this one I am a certain about. He blends into nature, it's the place where he most belongs. What else could he be, other than a magical sprite of nature? Animals adore him, I'm sure he can communicate with them in languages only they can understand. And whenever we go camping, and he lies down on the grass, on our old and stained picnic blanket, it seems as though the grass grows; flowers sprout around his body and the sun seeps into his skin, making him glow. And then he smiles and beckons me over, to share with him of his fruit, and I'm sure it's actually ambrosia.
Yes, this should be the one. Being a human, being my lover, it's all just a cover for something so deeply mysterious, ancient and magical, living inside of him, running through his veins... I hope he doesn't lose his magic by settling for someone as simple as me, who could only admire, but barely comprehend the history of his existence...
If he were to read this, he would think I'm very funny. And probably check my temperature for a fever. But one thing's for sure - we could be anything if we tried to be, a supernatural story, a Greek tragedy, a new York besteller... But we don't need to. Because what we have is enough.
There's a million people who fall in love every single day. But there's a million reasons why my lover is made out of pure magic - and while this might not be the most special love story of all time, it is the most special story of my life.
A/n: Just a thousand words my game weak this time around I am sTRugGLINg
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Warnings: light bondage (tied hands, lino), handjob, hinted oral (m receiving), Dom!reader, sub!Lino, teasing, very intense love, nicknames like witch, Lino's death glares, there's just a shit ton of metaphors here and this is very self indulgent help-
"When I get out of here you'll regret this." Minho said matter of factly, tugging at the ties around his wrists. His hands were tied behind him, his bare back resting on the headboard. Truth is, he could get out at any given moment, considering how insanely strong he is. But no, he's been allowing you, the bane of his existence, the bringer of his joy and pain, to do however you wish with him. There's no light in the room except a couple of candles and some strung out white fairy lights, and the shadows of said light sources have been dancing on his face, on his abdomen, on the dips and curves of his body as he writhed, tossed and wiggled, sucking in breaths and pushing towards you, to give him more. More pleasure, more pain, more love, more heartbreak.
He loved the feeling of your hands being everywhere, squeezing, caressing, tickling the skin of his arms, your breath on his neck, your lips so close to his. But those damned hands, they couldn't stay where he wanted them. His cock, leaking and stiff, has gone red from all your teasing. You keep pulling your hand away, to fondle him, play with his nipples, suck on his neck, letting the damp air remind him of his misery. He won't beg for you to make him cum, no, not yet. So instead he's trying to intimidate you, threaten you with his deathly stare. But it's not working; for you see, he's so terribly weak. His eyes are wet, his chest is flushed, his breath is short and he's in love. So terribly so that it hurts, it hurts in his heart in places non-physical. Now that the pain is physical, he feels it only serves him right. He was bound to be consumed by these overwhelming feelings and this torture and frustration are such a clear explanation of what he feels.
But you don't run away. You don't flee from his exceptionally wicked love, from this consuming darkness that lives on inside of him. No, you feed his darkness, overcome it with your own and let them blend in with each other, a cacophony of blacks and dangers. A mixture of evils. And this allows him to feel safe, safe with being weak, being at your mercy, accepted with his entirety - especially the sharp and spiky sides of him, the scars and bruises that litter his body from being alive in this world.
So now that his defence mechanisms kicked in and he's trying to scare you away with empty threats of revenge, that he'll tease you for even longer, that he'll fuck you senseless into the mattress once he's let free, you laugh. He won't do any of that. It just takes him a bit to let go of the safety of control.
"Yes, yes." You tease him with a whisper, leaning in to give his neck long, wet kisses while your hand caressed his jaw. He let out a whimper, and despite his threats, he's craning his neck for you to give him more. You pull back to look him in the eyes, in those dark, brown, desperate eyes that are silently begging you. "You're so scary..." You lean in to give him a hard, open mouth kiss, your tongue in his mouth leaving his gasping and chasing after you. "and dangerous." He's looking at you like a deer in the headlights as you grab his chin and tip it towards you. "But right now, you're also very, very pretty. As if you were born to be venerated."
He whines, it's almost like a cry when he calls out your name. He shouldn't be calling you by your name though, he should be naming you a witch, a sly fox, an illness with no cure. This power you have over him is otherworldly, and although it should scare him, it doesn't.
It's not like you were uttering a lie, either. He was made to be venerated, his strong, thick body of healthy muscle, his hungry eyes and sinful mouth, his complex mind and tantalizing secrets. You wanted to drown him in your love at all times, paint him with your darkness. It was hard to pretend his presence didn't bring you into obsession, into a spiritual codependency. Maybe you could live without him, but you didn't want to. There was no going back now, he's ruined you by being into your life. And you're evil, oh so evil, to be projecting back on him by wanting to ruin him back. By loving him so hard. You were guilty as charged.
The night was still young. You had time to put more spells on him, to quench more of your desires to feel him, hear him, taste him, tease him.
He watched your body lower and as you laid a kiss on his cock, a mean smile on your lips, he realized you're not done yet. Perhaps it was only the beginning.
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