#BRAINROT PT 2

[il3x]

this picrew CAPTIVATED me and I *had* to do them. 99% sure someone else has done them in this picrew before but oh well. If anyone who has is reading this heyyy! 🤗 no stepping on toes intended and also you have amazing picrew taste

important thing to me is that aisha gets to have Both the stimmy hands And the middle finger. she does it more than alec I can guarantee you

moderately obsessed with all the potential aisha variants so here are some more :3

[loveyourhate]

Sweet Dreams

[sugarbcnes]

— ꒰ ellie williams x f! reader ꒱ BRAINROT ! !

ellie williams fucking you dizzy until your attitude is gone + fluffy aftercare

warnings: heavy sexual descriptions, dom ellie sub reader, pet names, bratty reader, use of ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’, jealous/possessive ellie, spanking, slightly vulnerable/insecure ellie

“ya’ never fuckin’ learn. huh, baby?”

you look like heaven.

complexion flushed and blissed, burning heat kisses the apples of your cheeks and the tip of your nose, soft breaths emitting from the perfect little pout of your swollen lips. pearly, sugared arousal glistens as it smears over your lush thighs and the tender lips of your cunt, leaking from your core. she knows some of those juices are mixed with hers, her own pussy creaming all over yours as she scissored you with a hungry, impatient pace. your gummy walls sucked up the pale pink strap so well as she fucked you until your eyes were crossing and your attitude was expelled from you in the form of drool pooling over your lips and saccharine, melodic moans filling the room. her devilish angel, she put you through hell and back until your brain fuzzed and every bratty bubble in your body popped !

you babbled incoherent apologies as she pressed your soft cheek into the pillow, her free hand holding your wrists together behind your back. “so sorry ellie.” “wontalktohimagain…”

“not fuckin’ good enough,” she spat, her tattooed hand coming down to make stinging contact with your behind. your mouth falls open as she once again assaults that spot of your supple skin until it’s raw and scorching hot. “that’s exactly what you said the last time i watched him put his hands on you.”

she was ruthless when she was jealous but it was because she loved you. her sweet little bunny. you were hers and nothing was about to take that away from her.

“was i too rough that time?”.

she reappears from the bathroom with a warm towelette, gently spreading your legs. you hum, her eyes frantically watching your expression in concern. you shake your head. she sighs in relief and whispers a quick “sorry,” as the warm material makes contact with the tender skin of your pussy. your hips jump slightly and she laces her fingers with yours as she finishes wiping you down.

her lips are quick to find yours, softly brushing the pad of her thumb over the tiny sweet beads glistening on your cheekbones. she knows it calms the rapid beating of your heart, filling you to the brim with fuzzy butterflies as her love pours until your full again.

“hey,” the whisper has you fluttering your eyes open, looking into her tired green orbs, “you know i love you right?”.

you nod, lacing your fingers into the shaggy locks of her mullet.

“i love you too, els,” you smile and you can see the disbelief in her eyes, “nothing or nobody is ever going to change that, okay, sweet girl?”

she lays beside you, head tucked under your chin as she gently massages the soft spots of your hips.

“i don’t know why i get so jealous, m’ sorry.”

“you’re human, el, it happens.”

the console slows down the beat of her heart and her pillowy, slighty chapped lips press fluttering kisses to the curve of your jaw before she hears the calm snores leaving your lips, lulling her to sleep with the peaceful melody of the singing wildlife outside the cracked-open window.

sorry, this one kinda sucked :( and i know i promised a full fic last night but i had a really rough day yesterday and i got tired and forgot :( i promise it’ll be up tonight.

[12indagger]

They're doing their secret handshake 🚂

[cubtales]

cubbie morning (っ˘зʕ•̫͡•ʔ and happie timezone ! how are you all ? i do hope this weekend is comforting and serene as we go into december 🐾 i for one is impatiently waitin' for spotify wrapped to drop (⌯︎¤̴̶̷̀ ᴗ ¤̴̶̷́⌯︎)✧

[justsmiledoe]

[lovebrushed]

you know how artists have muses? so let's say clarence is your muse.

as a sculptor, it's become so natural to you, the act of shaping his face from limestone and marble. you know every dip and wrinkle, every freckle and mole on his body. there's so many busts of him it's getting a little disturbing (he's just glad people don't visit your home often)

and then you get into an argument and leave him. or he's gone for a moment too long and you're discovered and killed by the rebellion. either way, clarence is left alone, in a house that has both too much and too little of you.

everywhere he looks he sees proof of your love and it's driving him insane. to know someone so well that it's second nature to sculpt their face and body? to adore them so much you choose to carve stone and marble in their likeness, over and over again? clarence is only now beginning to fathom the depths of your love for him. he's only now understanding the way in which artists love.

these sculptures are him but they aren't him. they're him through your eyes — the him that you cherished and adored and chose to sculpt. clarence looks at the sculptures and he doesn't see himself. he sees you.

(it's all so much worse when clarence acknowledges how scarily accurate they are. you've captured every baby hair at the edge of his forehead, the curve of the cupid's bow on his lip. you saw him, every part of him, and nothing has changed. you've kept his imperfections, instead choosing to carve him over and over til you've captured his likeness in full. the Him that you love is just him, clarence clayden, flaws and all. and it's like — you loved him. you loved him.)

it doesn't take long for clarence to crack. soon enough, all proof of your love is gone. it lays in pieces at his feet. in the corner, he sees the bridge of his nose carved into marble – at his heel, there lays his fractured, limestone smile. he's ruined it. he's ruined your love. he's ruined himself.

clarence should care. clarence should weep. but after so long without your touch – after so long surrounded by so much you and yet so little – he can't bring himself to care. he can't bring himself to fix his mess.

after all, destroying things is much easier than making them.

[glitchyfuzzy]

casual if chappell roan had brainrot

knee deep in the skibidi seat and you're rizzing me up is it fantum tax now? two weeks and your mom invites me to her goon cave in ohio is it fantum tax now?

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

who wanna talk to me about my ocs<333

[suhnshinehaos]

the way back part two tomorrow… this time featuring cheolyn’s friends (+ cheolyn stan twt)

[skitskatdacat63]

It's so hard to stay locked into the race weekend when all I can think abt for the past 3 weeks is Dune...I thought rewatching it would sate my desire but it's honestly made it worse and I think I'm gonna have to rewatch it again this wknd sjfkkglg I seriously think I have an addiction. I've definitely had obsessions w movies, like I had the same longing to rewatch with The Batman and Oppenheimer, but I was ultimately pretty sated, y'know? And I'm rly not the type that can often rewatch movies. Meanwhile with Dune, I'm like yeah ill go see it again AND watch part 1 again before I go 😭😭 what is happening to me ;;;;;

[thesingingrevolution]

this tgaa 1-5 trial is so fun….. ive been laughing and being gagged the whole time. Love it

[sugarbcnes]

💿 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: BOTTOM BITCH ! !

“YOU’RE GONNA FORGET SHE EVER EXISTED.”

BLURB after your messy break up with ellie, you begin to push every boundary you can.

ABBY ANDERSON x FEMALE! READER — SMUT , 1850 WORDS

TLOU MASTERLIST — NAVIGATION

WARNINGS: Straight up porn. DOM! Abby. Spanking. Choking kink. Usage of strap-on. Pussy slapping. Profanity. Alcohol Consumption. Lesbian themes. SMUT. + Ellie slander lol. + For context, the song Abby and Y/N are dancing to is “Tenerte De Nuevo” by Nezza. I heard it and thought about Abby lol.

You stare up at her through thick dark lashes as your tongue slips out to find your straw. Soft lips coated with the slick sheer of your punch-pink lipgloss wrap around its tip, sipping the strawberry daquiri in your manicured hands.

A pout sits on Abby’s lips, brows arched as she looks down at you. Her arms are crossed, hands resting on her burly biceps.

“What do you want?”

You lean your elbow on the bar as you swirl your straw in your melting drink, your hip popped out. Her eyes travel for a millisecond, following the curve over your waist and hips that are barely hidden by your baggy low waisted jeans and tiny top.

“You looked lonely,” you frown and Abby knows better than to believe the expression on your face, “wanted to buy ya’ a drink.”

Abby too leans on the bar, hand now on her hip.

“Wouldn’t wanna get your girlfriend’s panties in a twist,” she grumbles, “where is she, anyway?”.

“Ex-girlfriend.”

The correction has Abby raising her eyebrows.

“You don’t say.”

You had always been friends with Abby. Bestfriends even at one point until you turned 18 and went to college where you met Ellie Williams. By her own sheer luck, Ellie didn’t like Abby and for the next 3 years, drove a wedge between the two of you until your childhood friend became a stranger.

The bartender makes her way over to you, smiling as you lean forward so she can hear you better.

“Two tequila shots, please!”

“We only have house, is that okay?”.

You nod, turning your gaze back to Abby.

“I like your hair.”

You remembered how she loved her long hair and how she always loved doing it in a braid. It was cut short now. Extremely short.

Slipping the bartender some note bills, you take your order from her.

Your hand finds Abby’s as you pick up the salt bowl, eyes never leaving hers as your tongue flattens on the back of her hand before you sprinkle a line of salt.

You lick it off, eyes only leaving hers for a second as you throw back the shot and then bite into the lime.

Her sharp facial expression doesn’t change as she reaches for her own shot glass, throwing it straight back. She swears she sees something twinkle in your eyes. The taste burns her throat just the way she likes it.

That was hot.

The last beat of JLO’s “On The Floor” plays before it fades into the next track.

The rhythm of the spanish tune has you swaying your hips, placing down your drink and reaching to grab Abby’s hand instead.

“Dance with me, Ab.”

She doesn’t turn you down, instead she lets you lead her into the crowd of bodies on the dance floor.

Your hips sway to the harmony, your hands coming up to graze your hips and trail up your stomach.

Abby can’t stop herself as her hands reach out for your hips, guiding them towards her until your body rocks against hers.

She notices the tipsy flush on your cheeks and the end of your nose as your hands rest on her chest, bodies moving in motion together.

She doesn’t know if it’s the haze of the club or if it’s your perfume but she can’t stop the growing heat in her stomach.

God, Ellie Williams was a fucking idiot.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches your blissed out state. Your eyes find hers burning into your skin and your arms circle around her neck. She doesn’t realise just how close the two of you are into your breath fans against her lips.

Up close, your eyes dance across her nasal freckles, giddy as you familiarise yourself again with her lust frosted eyes.

“Kiss me.”

She didn’t need to tell you twice before your lips pressed to hers, hungry and desperate.

Her fingers dig into your hips, the clashes of teeth and tongue in your heated kiss are sure to get you kicked out with a single glance from the bouncer.

That’s why you’re in your bedroom, caged by her solid arms on either side of your head as you lay bare underneath her.

Thick fingers brush down the soft skin of your stomach as she keeps you indulged in a slow, deep and sensual kiss. With each pull for air, your head subconsciously lifts to follow her lips, whining softly at the loss of contact.

Clothes discarded on the floor long ago, your bare skin is only illuminated by the milky glow of the moonlight and the vanilla and patchouli scented candle burning on her night stand.

The pads of her fingers graze over the lips of your cunt, instantly slicked with your syrupy nectar.

She stands up, pulling you by your legs to the end of the bed. She hooks her hands under your knees and lifts them until they’re pressed just below your shoulders. Her tongue flattens against your clit and you drawl out a long moan.

She feasts as if she’s been starving for decades, sucking your clit into her mouth along with two of her thick digits that are knuckles-deep inside of you, curling and thrusting to massage your gummy walls.

Abby doesn’t even care about how messy she’s being, your juices already dripping down her knuckles onto your bedsheets. Your knees press together, thighs almost crushing Abby’s head as your push her away, begging her to stop before you burst.

Your hips squirm, loud whimpers leaving your lips as your clit is hit with cold air when Abby pulls away.

Her fingers speed up, hitting the spot that Ellie never managed to hit.

“Abby, no!” you begged, shaky hand fumbling for her wrist, “Stop! I feel- I’m gonna- ah!”.

It coats her face and her chest, dripping down her torso. Her jaw slacks as her lips part and you can see her tongue press to the roof of her mouth as she seems shocked.

You feel a small part of you die inside when she looks up at you, your head hitting the bed as you cover your face with your hands. Your legs fall slack on the bed as she moves and suddenly big hands case your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

“I’m sorry-”

“Why are you embarrassed?”.

You look at her, stumped.

“I-”.

You stop and Abby knows you’re holding back.

“Tell me, baby,” she says quietly, fingers curling under your chin, “why are you apologising? why are you sorry for having an orgasm?”.

You gulped and responded in a small voice, “Ellie didn’t like when I made a mess.”

Abby scoffed.

“If you squirting means I’m doing anything right, make all the mess you want, Princess.”

She senses your uneasiness, large hand travelling to grasp lightly around your throat.

“I promise you, angel,” she tilts her head, “when you’re with me, you’re gonna’ forget she ever existed.”

The slight pressure of her grasp around your neck elicits a gasp from your lips, quickly swallowing it with a kiss. Her tongue slips into your mouth as you grip her strong biceps for leverage. Her kisses have you cloudy minded and drunk on her taste, blissed dumb to the point where you begin to let your cunt control your words rather than your brain.

“Need you so bad,” you say between kisses, “want your cock, Abby.”

She smiles against your lips, pulling back to look at you.

“Need me to fuck this pretty little cunt, yeah? will that make ya’ feel better?” she teases, massaging your tits in her hands, “needa’ be fucked dumb, don’t you, Princess?”.

You nod, chewing your bottom lip until it’s red and swollen.

The eight and half inches of black and pink silicone slips into your velvety walls with ease, your toes curling as you let out strangled whines due to the stretch. Your honeyed juices coat the faux cock perfectly enough for Abby to push forward smoothly.

You squeal when a loud smack! rebounds off the plush skin of your ass.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”.

Her voice echoes in your ears, your eyelids dropping shut as you savour it all.

Her hand presses against your stomach, making your hips squirm slightly, “fills you up, doesn’t it?”.

She doesn’t give you time to nod before she begins her rhythm, hips snapping into yours beastly as she mercilessly fucks your cunt.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, “Abby!”.

The curve of it, the length and her rhythm. You can’t help yourself now with the sounds swirling in your chest, letting go as she ruins your pussy.

There’s a dainty jingling in her ear as she hooks your ankle over her shoulder, the gold anklet dangling by her hair.

Your eyes squeeze shut as she bursts through the barrier of a deep spot you didn’t even know you had. The tip pushes against the sweet new discovery, butterflies in your stomach and fire burning the pump of your veins. Your back arches and your fist clench your sheets.

“Fuck, right there!”.

She continues to fuck into that very spot as uncontrolled moans and gasps leave your mouth. Fingers brushing over your clit, she rubs circles into the puffy bud.

“Such a little whore for this cock, hey pretty?” she taunts, “my pretty baby.”

A sharp slap is felt on your clit, your hips jolting.

“Say it.”

Her hiss tone has your stomach in knots as your fingers tug at her short locks.

“ ‘m your pretty baby, Abby.”

“Good girl,” she coos, placing a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips.

Your screams got louder the closer you got to your orgasm, the coils in your stomach unravelling as Abby whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

Your world becomes blurry and you’re disoriented by the pleasure, Abby’s lips marking your neck with dark hickeys.

“So good, oh my god!” you cry out, your fists in her hair are clenched now and Abby knows you’ve hit your high.

“Open your eyes, baby,” she says, hand stroking your jaw, “want you to see who’s making you cum like this.”

Your eyes crack open as much as they can in your fucked-out state and you look up at her. Oh, how you’ve missed her.

You could feel her deep in your gut, euphoric senses grasping your hazy brain as her hips stutter. She gives one last weak thrust before she pulls out.

You writher, weak and dazed, underneath her.

Milky, sweet cum leaks from your pussy, a thick layer of it covering Abby’s strap-on.

Quickly undoing it, she discarded it with the stored reminder to wash it when she gets up.

Her fingers hold your face, searching for any consciousness in your blank eyes.

“You okay?” she says softly, thumb running over your cheekbone.

You hum and give her a small smile.

“Never better.”

Ellie who?

© lvrlina 2023 — do not copy, repost or translate my work onto any other platforms without my permission.

[gyuzgrl]

oh my god if u make a pt2 i’ll go to heaven. fr i’ll go crazy

pt1 was already so perfect…. ur so amazing omg thank u thank u thank u

by any chance will u include the cum stuffing from the req? 🥹

mhm breeding kink seungkwan here we come ;)

[discoperulean]

made some freshly graduated med students to fellowship under these guys here

[carmenlire]

Enough to Be Loved

read on ao3

Huijae enters the code to their apartment, drinking the last of the water he’d brought with him to the gym. He’s found a new appreciation for being out lately– working out at the gym, going for long walks in the morning, finally living.

It’s nice, he finds. He has a part time job at a bakery around the block and that’s helped him move on from things as well. He enjoys the calmness of the bakery, the ritual of mixing cookie dough and rolling out puff pastry.

He’s healing. His family is healing.

Opening the door, Huijae hears the television from the entryway. He toes off his shoes, drops his bag down in the foyer, too– his arms feel like jello and he doesn’t want to lug it all the way to his room right now.

Rounding the corner into the living room, Huijae sees that his brother is in the middle of watching a movie with one of his friends. Geonhu has become a staple in their house over the past few months and so it’s not the presence of Sunjae’s friend that makes Huijae raise a very subtle brow.

No, instead it’s the way his brother and his friend are sitting. Huijae stands at the edge of the living room, hardly daring to breathe lest the two realize that they’re not alone anymore. Though with the volume of the television, Huijae reflects wryly, a bomb could probably detonate behind them and they wouldn’t notice.

Sunjae relaxes back against the couch, arm across the back. Geonhu is sitting so close to his little brother that Huijae can’t see a sliver of couch between them. Huddled under Sunjae’s arm and looking just as relaxed and carefree, Geonhu’s focus is totally on the television in front of them.

Or at least that’s what Huijae thought, but he’s proven wrong when– without looking away from the action scene on the screen– Geonhu reaches up and intertwines his hand with Sunjae’s, tugging it down while lacing their fingers together so that Sunjae’s arm is now resting over Geonhu’s shoulders properly.

Geonhu cuddles closer and Huijae feels something light and sharp pinch beneath his breastbone at the way Geonhu brings Sunjae’s hand closer still, until he gently runs the back of the hands along his jaw.

The pinch becomes a little more insistent when he sees the way his brother is no longer watching whatever’s on the television. No, instead Huijae’s filled with a mix of fondness and joy at the way his little brother now seems so totally absorbed in watching Geonhu instead. Standing far enough back to not be visible while still being able to see the scene play out in front of him, Huijae thinks that he’s never seen Sunjae look so happy and calm ever.

Huijae finds that there’s no shock and barely any surprise. He’d never heard his brother talk seriously about anyone– and all of a sudden, Huijae remembers when Geonhu first started coming around.

Sunjae was annoyed at another guy showing up and disrupting his relationship with Hae-e. Huijae remembers that in between all the drama of those days, he overheard Sunjae talking to himself while he made breakfast one morning. It was all can you believe the nerve of this guy? He thinks he’s got it all, doesn’t he and I mean he is decent. I’ll never admit it but he is funny and smart when he applies himself. And when he punched that asshole that was talking shit about Hae-e? That was so cool.

There was a point in the conversation where Huijae finally just walked in, stomach growling and tired of waiting for Sunjae to wind down just for his brother to turn to him and ask, outraged, "I mean who wouldn’t want to be with Geonhu? Can you believe this, hyung, this guy told our entire class that he wants to go out with Hae-e. How do you even compete with that?"

At the time, Huijae just thought that it was the typical case of two guys wanting a girl’s attention. But in an instant, everything’s snapped into place and he feels both annoyed and amused that his little brother had so obviously been crushing on Geonhu this entire time.

And now, Huijae clocks the way his little brother is staring at Geonhu’s profile, mesmerized by his– boyfriend’s?-- face.

It’s not only Huijae who startles a bit at the teasing voice that speaks over the movie. “You know you just missed the most important scene, right? I mean I know I’m handsome, but surely I’m not that distracting, Sunjae-ah.”

Sunjae’s eyes widen a little at being caught but he doesn’t shy away from Geonhu’s teasing. Instead, he engages and it feels like an entirely new side of his little brother that Huijae’s privileged enough to witness– a side that doesn’t seem to carry the weight of the world or parental expectation, a side that seems like a twenty one year old boy who likes someone and is having fun with it.

It’s everything Huijae’s ever wanted for Sunjae.

Sunjae just leans close and maybe he says something in response but Huijae can’t hear it over the volume of the television. Instead, he sees the way Geonhu’s ears turn red, fairly glowing in the afternoon light of the apartment, and he decides that it’s time to make his presence known.

Huijae takes a few steps, entering the living room fully. He’s frankly impressed with the speed in which the two of them spring apart. Geonhu reaches for the remote, turning the volume down and, by far, looks much less guilty than Sunjae.

His little brother, Huijae sees, is busy looking at everything except the other two people in the room. His entire face is almost glowing it’s so warm and Huijae is endeared and incredulous that Sunjae is doing such a piss-poor job at appearing nonchalant.

“Hey, hyung,” Sunjae greets and Huijae will give him credit– he only stumbled over both syllables.

Huijae sees the way his brother’s hand twitches, no doubt an aborted effort to reach out to Geonhu’s hand that lays just millimeters away.

Geonhu, for his part, just throws out his usual nod towards Huijae, lips so clearly fighting a smile. Whether at his disaster of a boyfriend or at the situation, Huijae doesn’t know.

Huijae lifts a brow and thinks about how he wants to go about this. He could be the teasing big brother or the intimidating, protective one that gives a thinly-veiled shovel talk. He could pretend to be completely oblivious to what is happening right in front of him.

Deciding that he really just wants this over with– he needs a shower and he can feel his post-workout hunger steadily rising, Huijae just smiles.

His smiles these days are definitely more frequent for all that they’re still carefully contained. He doesn’t grin so much as let the corner of his mouth tilt up in good humor.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Huijae says as he continues walking towards their bathroom. “I just got back from the gym and need to get a shower before ordering dinner.”

“Do you want us to order something, hyung,” Sunjae asks and something in Huijae’s heart blooms at the care his brother always, without fail, shows towards him.

Pausing on the edge between the living room and the short hallway where their bedrooms and bathroom are located, Huijae looks back. He raises a brow. “What were you thinking?”

It’s Geonhu who answers. “We were just talking about grabbing some chicken and beer when the movie’s over?”

Huijae nods, lets his smile curve just a little more. “Sounds good. I like the spicy mix.”

Geonhu grumbles and, without seeming to realize it, lets his hand knock against Sunjae’s before resting there. “You and your brother are both trying to kill me. I see how it is.”

Sunjae laughs, turning towards Geonhu. “Jagi–” he cuts off abruptly, shooting a panicked look at Huijae.

Huijae’s expression doesn’t shift, though there’s a part of him that’s pleased that his brother evidently feels comfortable enough with him to almost let something slip.

Clearing his throat, Sunjae looks back over to Geonhu. “Most people like spice, Geonhu-ah. Just because you’re a baby about it–”

“A baby,” Geonhu repeats incredulously. His eyes narrow to slits. “I’ll show you–”

Watching the chaos before him, Huijae shakes his head. Raising his voice over them, he announces, “I’m taking a shower. Thanks for ordering the food,” and promptly turns on his heel and disappears into the bathroom.

He definitely does not hear his little brother say, “My baby,” right before the door shuts.

---

The evening sun is just starting to drop over Seoul when the food arrives. Huijae, of course, ends up paying for the food as the hyung and as he turns back to take the bags to the dining table, he’s a little surprised to see Geonhu at their silverware drawer, clearly familiar with the space.

As he sets the food down, Huijae watches as his little brother and Geonhu navigate around each other in the kitchen, Sunjae grabbing plates, before the two of them set the table together.

It’s another piece of the puzzle, the obvious-in-hindsight realization that the two of them are so close. Huijae wonders just how much time the two of them spend in this space, alone– when he’s at work or on one of his long walks, when their mother is traveling in another country trying to find her humanity again. It’s a relief to know that Sunjae and Geonhu have this space, that they might just be carving homes into each other.

The beer is open and the chicken plated, when Sunjae clears his throat. Huijae looks up from where he’d just set his bottle down after taking a quick first sip.

The atmosphere is suddenly tense and Huijae doesn’t know if it’s the expectant silence or the way the two boys in front of him suddenly seem like livewires of nerves. Geonhu has a small smile on his face– Huijae wonders if his dongsaeng doesn’t always carry a smile. It's obvious in this case that it's something that’s both a challenge and a preemptive defense.

“Hyung,” Sunjae breaks off, looking studiously down at the table and suddenly Huijae thinks he knows where this is headed.

There’s a part of him that wonders if he shouldn’t just acknowledge it first, beat Sunjae to it so that they can go back to the relaxed, lighthearted scene from just moments before. He wants to curtail any uncertainty or anxiety that Sunjae might be feeling before it even has a chance to land. He never could stand to see his little brother unhappy or sad but–

Well, he thinks that maybe this is just something both of them have to go through, that maybe Sunjae needs to be the one to bring it up, the one to say the words first.

It’s difficult to stay silent, to let Sunjae struggle even if it will only be for a few moments.

Maybe they’re both growing, Huijae thinks.

Huijae is careful not to let his face betray anything, keeping it carefully expressionless. He does let a small smile cross his face as Geonhu carefully– deliberately– reaches out and lays his hand over Sunjae’s, squeezing slightly.

Taking a deep breath, Sunjae flips his hand over so that he can intertwine his fingers with Geonhu’s. Tension noticeably drains out of him at the gesture.

“Hyung,” Sunjae starts again, and this time his voice is soft with a steel undercurrent. It’s the voice he used when he admitted to cheating last year, the tone he slips into whenever all he has to fall back on is sheer courage and strength of character.

Huijae stays silent while at the same time, trying to radiant pure openness. He always thought it was such a silly concept, trying to lift a mood without words but now finds himself wishing he possessed a presence that innately put people at ease. He never wants Sunjae to be uncomfortable to share anything with him, good or bad or anything in between.

He knows he dropped the ball on that more often than not after he dropped out of school. He knows he’ll spend the foreseeable future making amends. It’s a thought that brings with it a certain reassurance– he has the time to do so.

Sunjae looks up, hand still holding Geonhu’s tightly, as thought all of his determination might dissolve if he lets go for an instant. He meets Huijae’s eyes and Huijae is, for the hundredth time, impressed at the man his little brother is becoming.

“I have something to tell you, hyung,” Sunjae starts. “You’re important to me and I want you to know. I want you to know that–” and here, he breaks off, courage faltering.

Huijae leans forward a little, trying to look welcoming while he knows his concern has to be bleeding into his posture. “You’re important to me too, Sunjae-ah,” he says quietly.

He takes a chance here. Huijae reaches out and covers Sunjae’s free hand, the one his little brother had laid on the dining table. He feels the tremble in his brother’s hands and pats it, twice, both a comfort and an invitation.

Taking one last breath, Sunjae continues, “I’m bisexual.”

As soon as the words fall between them, Sunjae’s shoulders lose much of their tension. It’s one part relief, one part inevitability, Huijae thinks.

Words have power. Once they’re said, all that’s ever left is to deal with the fallout.

Huijae can’t help it. He starts smiling and it spreads over his face until it's a wide grin. He’s just so proud to see his brother be so brave– to have the courage to be himself and be defiant with it. It warms his heart to acknowledge that he is a trusted person in Sunjae’s life; someone who is privileged enough to be let in.

He’s just opening his mouth to respond when it becomes clear that Sunjae isn’t quite done. Taking the hint that there’s more his little brother wants to say, Huijae settles back down though the smile doesn’t falter in the slightest.

It’s at this point that Sunjae moves his hand out from underneath his, instead using his now free hand to cover Geonhu’s, moving their hands right in front of Huijae.

Huijae chances a look over at Geonhu, who’s not paying him the slightest bit of attention. No, instead he is totally focused on Sunjae, eyes warm and smile curved into something softer, more genuine than it had been at the onset of dinner.

“I’m dating Geonhu. I’m in love with him,” Sunjae says this last part softly, and only now does his shyness peak through.

Geonhu looks across the table at Huijae. Instead of the challenge from earlier, Huijae can only see the same shy happiness on his face. “And I’m in love with him,” Geonhu says boldly, tone full of warm pride.

Even though he’s had all afternoon to think about it, Huijae still takes a moment to collect his thoughts. The smile doesn’t leave his face, though, and he hopes that serves as enough reassurance in itself.

He knows he only has one chance at this and that while Sunjae’s family is small, he is undoubtedly the first member he has told. He’s determined to set a glowing precedent.

“Thank you for telling me, Sunjae-ah,” he starts. “You two were probably deafened from the TV earlier but I saw a little bit of you, before you knew I was there. It was pretty obvious,” he teases and is endeared as his little brother and his boyfriend both blush. “I know that you were nervous to tell me and I don’t pretend to not know why. But I’m proud of you for telling me and for being yourself. I’m also very happy that you trust me enough to be honest.”

It’s here that Huijae feels tears burn just a touch. “I love you, Sunjae-ah, and I support you. I’m very proud of the person you are and that will never change. I’ll always be your big brother.”

Feeling that he’s said his piece, Huijae nods once, as though to make sure that Sunjae knows that he’s meant what he said, that every words rings with a promise.

The quiet scene in the apartment is shattered as Sunjae lets out an aborted sob. And while Huijae is sure it’s half in sheer relief, he thinks that maybe the other half could be that while the words Huijae said have always been stitched onto his heart– ever since his mom placed a newborn into arms when he was just a toddler himself– it isn’t very often that Huijae vocalizes them.

Words have power, Huijae realizes anew.

Sunjae suddenly stands up, rounding the dining table just to pull Huijae out of his seat.

As soon as he’s standing, Sunjae is wrapping him up in a hug that threatens to crack his ribs. It’s strangely comforting, the uncompromising strength in the gesture.

“Thank you, hyung,” Sunjae chokes out. “I love you, too.”

Huijae’s voice is gruff as he squeezes his little brother, patting his back probably a little too hard. “You don’t need to ever thank me for this, Sunjae-ah.”

It’s quiet in the apartment as the two of them hug tightly for a few more minutes. Even then, Huijae is reasonably sure that the only reason they break apart after all is because his stomach growls loud enough to wake the dead.

It serves to dispel any remaining tension and the three of them laugh. Geonhu’s expression is even more carefree than it usually is and once Huijae and Sunjae wipe their eyes, the apartment feels so light that Huijae wonders if he shouldn’t see pure sunshine outside instead of impending twilight of evening.

Dinner is a comfortable affair, the three of them talking easily– more easily than Huijae might’ve assumed. It’s refreshing, galvanizing. While Huijae and Geonhu have always been polite and welcoming, it’s only now– that he allows himself too? That this final truth lays between them– that Huijae finds himself in such good company.

He discovers a shared hobby with Geonhu– French poetry, of all things– and is surprised but pleased when Geonhu has him add his kakao name to his phone and they set up a date to go to this tiny bookstore in Gangnam that specializes in French literature.

After dinner, Sunjae offers for the three of them to start another movie but Huijae declines. He’s sure that the two of them want a little time to themselves and he knows that, for his part, he could definitely do with some alone time.

This is the longest he’s spent fully engaged with people– not just baking with occasional stints at the cash register– since his school days, probably. That combined with the emotional conversation has Huijae feeling absolutely exhausted.

Closing the dishwasher, Huijae swallows the last bit of beer in his bottle before tossing it in the recycling bin.

Hearing chaos behind him, he turns around and sees Huijae and Gueonhu– wrestling? It takes just a moment to realize that Geonhu is trying to tickle Sunjae, who is desperately trying to wiggle away and stop his boyfriend’s antics.

In that effort, Sunjae darts forward, quick as a flash, to plant a smacking kiss on Geonhu’s mouth. The move works well for Geonhu freezes for a quick moment, something warm and pleased shifting over his face and Sunjae is able to back away and throw himself onto the couch, landing with limbs sprawled out.

Deciding that’s his cue to leave the kids alone, Huijae calls out a quick, “Goodnight,” as he turns toward his bedroom.

His little brother and his boyfriend echo his goodnight and just before he exits the kitchen, Huijae sees Geonhu drop down on top of Sunjae on the couch, Sunjae groaning at the impact while Geonhu snickers.

Still, the two of them settle down quickly as the movie starts, something considerably less action-packed than earlier today.

The last thing Huijae sees is his little brother kissing the top of Geonhu’s head where it rests on his chest, Geonhu melting into his brother, the two of them completely relaxed and already in their own little world.

They look comfortable, Huijae thinks as he opens his bedroom door. They look settled, content.

It’s enough for his brother to have found a love like that, Huijae knows. He can’t help but think, though, that he might like something like that for himself, one day. Maybe. If he’s lucky.