#MUJIN

[kittyshma]

every mugen x jin sexual scenario is like jin thinking "I already knew I was kinda gay but am I also a freak?" while mugen is "I already knew I was a freak but am I also kinda gay?"

[zeynsdiary]

ADDICTED | Bruised And Broken

pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

warnings: kidnapping, fight scene, torturing, mention of blood and wounds, burning reader’s skin (idk how to word it better), implied past intimate scene (type of), sexual tension

author’s note: sooo this is my first post after a while of not writing anything so you can think of it as a warm up and if you enjoyed this part make sure to check my masterlist. There is no other right now (lol) but I hope there will be :) And thank you for giving a chance to my fic. Love youu

Ropes tight around ankles. upside down and the whole world is spinning. In the middle of nowhere with no possible contact with the organization.

I am fucked, badly. You thought.

No ending tortures just to make you speak -even the thought was ridiculous honestly-.

Questions about Mujin, Dongcheon, the business. All the stuff they had nothing to do with.

It all started a lot prettier.

First try, sweet offers and kind talks. "Tell us this and you will never have to worry about money ever again." lame, you thought. After the very first time that they offered you money all you could think about was how much you would give away to see Mujin’s reaction. You could see his handsome face in the back of your eyes. His intimidating gaze, the between his lips as a side slightly raises up in a mocking way. Only a fool would believe that money could buy loyalty. That it would lead them to success, power. Mujin knew better.

Then they took a stupid guess. Thinking you were not accepting their offer cause you were scared. "Don’t be afraid of mujin, we'll protect you." they said. Little did they also knew they didn't stood a chance. They liked to think that they could.

Sooner or later they realized they were going nowhere with offers. Then they decided on something else. Second try, threat.

Nothing did the job.

You wondered how many days had been since the first knife blow that drew your belly red with your own blood, now the whole fucking room was covered of it, let alone your bruised body. You kept blaming yourself , how did you not realize that their loyalty no longer served for Mujin. How you fell right into their traps all alone. A part of you didn't even wanted to be saved. Even the imagination of Mujin’s disappointed eyes hurt you more than any wound on your body. You were not ready to face the real one. Your body was getting weaker every passing day with the lack of food and the countless hits you endured every few hours. You did not have much time, you could feel it.

The sudden bucket of water pouring down your body woke you from your unconscious state. The man with the ugly smile stood before you upside down. His hand grabbing a fist full of your hair to bring your face closer as he smiled. "Wakey wakey, dollface." he was unnesecarelly loud. "Do you feel like talking today?" he asked. His smile grew like he was happy by your lack of response. It used to piss him off. You frowned, your guts telling you to open your eyes to see what he was up to. So you forced them to and realized the mini red gas cylinder. "You know dollface, I've been thinking lately what should I do to you next. Then guess what, I saw this." his voice was sadistic as he pointed to the red gas cylinder. "And I had an idea. I thought I should get rid of that tatto and maybe then you would start acting less like a fucking loyal dog, huh? You'll be less of being like one of them and who knows maybe you would use that pretty little mouth of yours and give me what I want. Huh, how about that ?" he asked you as if you were talking about weather.

You sick bastard, you wanted to say only if you had the energy for it. But even though you gave him no reaction, the thought of your tatto getting ruined made your heart ache. The tatto was not just a symbol, it was a reminder. A reminder that you belonged to somewhere. That you were not alone.

He walked to the red cylinder with a thong in his hand, he was holding a round metal piece in the size of the tatto with it. He heated the metal as a manicing smile formed on his lips, he was enjoying this. When he was satisfied with its temperature, he walked back to you. "Are you ready dollface?" it wasn't really a question. Without giving you to get ready for the incoming pain he pressed the hot metal on your chest. And he finally made you scream out of pain. Only for a moment, though. You quickly studied yourself and kept all of it in. He didn't like it, he wanted to hear that scream again and again. After reheating the metal he came back. He pressed it on your chest without waiting a second. "Anything that comes to your mind that you'd like to share with me?" his sarcasm making your ears bleed. You couldn't held back your screams and you cursed yourself for giving him the satisfaction.

Then something happened, you heard a door breaking. After that, the chaos followed. You would recognized the voice of blade cutting through someone's skin at anytime and now wasn't the exception.

The organization will protect you.

Now it was your time to smirk at his face. To enjoy every bit of his smirk fading and leaving its place to panic. He threw the thong away and rushed to the side to release the knot on the rope and slowly lowered you to the floor. He grabbed one of the knifes he's been using on you and released your ankles but wrists remained tied together. He was aware how little time he had and he was panicking. He dragged you to your feet and pressed your back on his front with a knife pressed to your neck. You couldn't move a muscle while they waited facing the door, waiting for the storm to come in. You didn't have the energy.

Eyelids too heavy and mind too dizzy. But every inch of your body felt his presence. No aura can compete, no traitor can no longer breathe.

You forced your eyes open, every bit of you were craving to feel his eyes. But also afraid of what you might find there.

Mujin stood still and took in what was in front of him. A table full of all type of tools, most of them tinted red, ruined clothes next to it. Your blood all over the place, all wounds and bruises on display. His eyes finally landed on yours.

There he was, looking way too perfect right in front of you. Looking as presentable as ever while you stood in your underwear's in front of all those man. Bruised and broken. You saw something in his eyes for a split second, an emotion. But what was it?

Sympathy? Disappointment? Or worse, pity? No, no. Please don't be pity.

You would be more ashamed by it more than all the gazes on your too bare skin. How ironic, isn’t it?

The man behind you tightened his grip, "Stay away. If I die, she dies." he was playing his last cards. There was no way out of this for him. He knew it too. You gulped and turn your eyes to Taeju. His eyes were burning with rage as he took in your state. You also took in his. Hair a little messy, some blood stains on his shirt. None of his own. The thought made your lips quirk a little. Of course none of it was his own. Then you saw the blade in his hand and you found your plan to get out of the mans grip. You and Taeju locked eyes, you knew he read right through your eyes but Taeju saw nothing that he liked there. You felt Mujin’s eyes too. He was well aware that you were up to something. You communicated well in silence. Both man trying to make you stop with their eyes. You kept your eyes on Taeju, cause if you saw the order in his eyes you would have no other option but obey him. You did not want that.

Taeju shook his head in a slow motion. But gulped with acceptance when he saw the determination in your eyes.

You no longer could hear any of the threats the guy swayed around. Only kept your eyes locked with your partner as you waited for the right moment to make your move.

Just when the guy pointed his knife through them instead of your neck you collected every energy remaining in your system and get back in your fighting mode. You threw your head back in full force. The guy groaned in pain with the unexpected hit and released his grip around your body. With a swift motion you kicked the wrist of the hand that he held the knife with. As the knife hit the floor you also dropped to the very same cold floor and leave the rest to your partner. Taeju threw his knife right on the guys neck without waiting a second and rushed to your side.

Mujin was faster. The moment he read the situation he step further and catch you before you hit your head.

The drug lord, on his knees, what a sight.

Mujin quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around your almost naked body. You were nearly unconscious in his arms. Couldn't keep your eyes open. Even the little bit healed wounds were open back with your kick. Your shallow breaths were signs of your hurt.

You needed a professional's help, quick.

Without leaving a time for you to protest Mujin took your whole body in his hold and carried you with an arm on your back and the other under your legs. Your head resting on his chest. Your last words were: "I'm sorry."

…

Two weeks has passed while you were unconscious. Mujin brought you to the temple after your rescue. Made sure you were well taken care of and safe. He came to visit you every other day and ordered Taeju to do so at the days that he couldn't. You were his second subordinate, your health mattered. And that was the only reason of his worries and sleepless nights while you were nowhere to be found. He deceived himself into thinking that that was it.

He may or may not succeed it.

There were some things Mujin never welcomed in his organization nor his business. But the top of the list belonged to the traitors. He worked extra hard on the topic after the incident. Making sure the same thing never happens ever again. He blamed himself just like you blamed yourself.

I shouldn’t have send her there alone. I should have been more careful.

While Mujin was on his car driving, you woke up. Slowly recognizing where you were, you knew the place. Your whole body aching, you slowly got up. Trying to remember what happened, you walked to the full length mirror. Carefully holding the sweater up to check on your wounds. It was hard to tell, all of it was covered with white bandages. Eyeing around the room, everything looked like how you remembered it. The only new thing was the folded clothes and a hair tie on the wooden desk, waiting for you. An idea of fresh shower became too hard to resist and you took the clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Warm water running through your body was relaxing with a little bit of pain. You took the wet bandages off to replace them after shower with fresh ones. You checked your wounds, they looked better than you last remembered but they still needed time to fully recover. You took your time in the shower and after shower. Re-bandaged yourself with the kit in the bathroom, brushed your hair with your fingers as best as you could. Then you decided to braid your hair like you do it all the time while you work. A part of your unique uniform, giving that you are the only female in the Dongcheon. While the men wears black suits with white shirt, your uniform was looking presentable. By all means. Mostly wearing black or white, hair usually braided and that was it.

You opened the door to get back in the room without knowing you had a visitor. Boss. Mujin.

He was dressed in all black with a long coat. His cigarette between his lips, a hand in the pocket. watching outside from the open doors. He turned his face to acknowledge you. You quickly bowed after you two made an eye contactact.

You were tense and he was aware.

"Did I kept you waiting for too long?" You asked after a while to fill the silence.

He took a long drag of his cigarette before he answered, "Hmm."

"I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything back. Kept smoking his cigarette in silence. After standing next to door for a whole minute watching him awkwardly you decided to do your own business. You grabbed the hair tie on the desk and went back to the mirror. Your back turned to Mujin so that you could act like he wasn't there and unnerve your tensed muscles. Right when you saw your reflection in the mirror you realized that you did not wear the sweater on after bandaging yourself.

Nothing he hadn't seen multiple times before anyway but...

Another realization midway, you were right in front of him with only a bra on your upper body and he didn't even glance.

You gulped, how should I feel about that?

You could have linger on that thought for way longer if you didn't get distracted by something else. Your tattoo. No, your ruined tatto. You held out your arms to braid your hair with your eyes focused on your chest. Something was hurting, either the cuts on your arms or your heart, you didn't know. Like how you didn't know there was another pair of eyes on your body. Watching you secretly.

When you turned your back to him, Mujin started watching you more freely. He saw the look on your face and didn't like what it made him feel. He took long steps and stopped right behind you. He held your hands in your hair and whispered, "Let me,". He slowly pulled the hair tie from your wrist, taking his time while doing so, enjoying the little contact you were sharing.

You took a deep breath and obeyed. Letting your hands drop to your sides.

Mujin caught the rhythm change on your breathing and your muscles tensing. Your figure standing straighter, he was well aware of your body reacting to him. He braided your wet hair, his fingers touching your skin then and there. He caught on the shivers too.

You watched him through the mirror. Carefully working on your hair, gentle as ever. His scent mixed with cigarette filling your insides. You didn't realize how much you missed it until he was this close.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in a low tone.

You decided to be honest, "Hurts but nothing unbearable."

Silence, again. It was your turn to fill it.

"I’m sorry." You apologized again. You both knew what it was for.

He remained silent, finishing the braid. Your head dropped down. You needed him to say something, anything. Every passing second tightened in your chest. Desperate for his reaction, to know what he was thinking of the situation, of you.

Mujin tied your hair and gently held your arms at both sides. He silently smelled your hair. Loud enough to make you suspicious of it, not enough to be sure whether he did it or not.

You turned around, thinking about apologizing again. You were not ready to look in his eyes just yet but when he held your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up. You knew it was a silent command.

Look at me.

You obeyed, like always.

"It wasn’t your fault."

Right when you opened your mouth to say otherwise he closed it for you. "It wasn’t."

You looked in his dark eyes, you felt relieved. He didn't look disappointed in you, you could finally let out the breath she was holding in now.

Faces too close, lips inches apart. You wondered who you were right now.

Boss and his subordinate? CEO and his servant? Muse and his admirer? Or just Mujin and Aera?

While you were deep in thoughts Mujin’s hand snaked to the back of your neck from your chin. Holding you form as he pressed his lips to your temple. Too light to consider as a kiss but still there.

You held yourself back from clinging to his collar and beg for more. Afraid of losing the little contact you were having so you stood still.

"I'm glad you are okay."

His voice too low you thought you imagined it, almost. Without giving you time to process any part of this interaction, he stepped back. Putting distance between your bodies before it gets risky. You were too stunned to speak, to move.

"You need to rest." he was leaving.

He took off a phone from his pocket and handed to you. "Contact us if you need anything."

In another word: you are staying here.

You simply nodded, there was no use of denying him.

You watched him leave through the door without another glance.

Boss and his subordinate. You decided on. But at least his.

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[vertiny]

MUJIN | DYSTOPIA MV, 2023

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by the time you were 20,

[peaxhxhair]

Hi! Can you please headcanons for Choi Mujin and Do Gangjae? when his enemy kidnaps his partner to take revenge on him how will they react?

A/n: Hiii! Thanks so much for this request! Hope you enjoy :)

Pairings: Choi Mujin x Gn! Reader, Do Gangjae x Gn! Reader (Separate)

Don't put it past him to be a petty bastard.

Oh, someone stole you from him? He'll take you back, along with taking someone that his enemy loves.

His enemy is Bold to think he won't kill their loved ones without a second glance.

Mujin will keep them thinking that they're a love and well - in reality, they didn't even make it back to the hotel.

Stuffed in a ditched somewhere and left to die - all but a few gunshots left in their twitching body.

For you, he'll cradle you in his arms and make sure you're okay.

For Mujin, I think he struggles when knowing what to do - especially with you.

You're usually so strong and happy. Seeing you cowering and flinching at touch is new for him. He wouldn't know what to do.

It was hard for you to let him hold you - but he made sure you were comfortable.

Knowing you were so uncomfortable, he attempts to comfort you with words.

He'll tell you a story, or talk about his day. How much he loves you and when he fell for you.

He'll talk for you until you're ready. Ready to talk about it - how you were feeling.

Mujin will avoid his work for you - wanting you to feel better before he can focus on something that isn't you and your wellbeing.

Eventually, when you mutter something about what had happened during your capture, he'll listen.

He'll be angry no matter what happened. The idea that someone hurt his love was infuriating.

He'll never take that anger out on you. Never.

It'll take a while for the two of you to return to normality.

He'll do everything for you - cook, clean, he'll buy you things. Anything you want.

He just loves you so much and wants you to be okay.

One day, you question what happened to that guy - the one who tied you up and attacked you.

He'll hum as he poured hot water over coffee granules.

"I took care of him. Don't you worry baby"

So...That guy is dead.

Literally the second he manages to find you, whoever took you had been stabbed in the head and set on fire.

No hesitation.

He loves you very much. You're his first priority.

Gangejae will drop everything to make sure you're okay.

Let's say his enemy takes you to his 'hideout'.

Has you tied up against a wall or something, watching you like a Hawk while his group decide what to do with you.

You're obviously upset, trying your best to free yourself from you constraints - all while avoiding getting murdered by these people.

You're a stressed out, blubbering mess as you wiggle against the handcuffs around your wrists.

Every time you move, one of their lackeys shifts the gun they're pointing at you - making you freeze.

Gangejae obviously hadn't been with you when you were taken, so he had no idea you were missing until he got home.

You're apartment was empty, more silent than usual.

After searching the entire house for you, he doesn't find anything.

He's quick to act, although he does text you before he does anything rash.

Obviously you didn't answer.

Now he's tense, telling his men to search for you - the lot of them finding out where you are within no longer than ten minutes.

He goes on his own - ready to beat the shit out of whoever took you.

He's practically fuming by the time he got there - stomping around as he looks for you.

It was obvious that you were with the head of another organisation- his enemy.

Though, he still looks for any fuckhead he can find in other parts of the building - killing them out of pure rage.

You barely even notice him enter the room, when he finally finds you.

He creeps in and slices everyone up until they lose any ounce of life.

Once they're no longer a threat, he falls to his knees in front of you, uncuffing you from the wall and cradling you in his arms as you cry.

He kisses your hair, his thumbs caressing your spine as you sniffle and cough.

Gangjae picks you up and carried you out, taking you home.

He either holds your hand or keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives - grounding you. Letting you know that he's there.

He'll do anything to keep you safe. To keep you with him.

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[garfieldstim]

omg i hope this isn't a hard request but ur recently posted gifs were so pretty they inspired me ....... could i request a mujin (kingdom) board with white and orange themes :0 and can you use one of the gifs that inspired it .......

https://www . tumblr . com/garfieldstim/762452497329766400

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mujin(kingdom) board with colours inspired by this gifset for 👑 anon

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[kittyshma]

samurai champloo episode 3 where everything is the same but jin actually infiltrates in the brothel and mugen actually gets to the part where he have to pick one of the girls and went "that's a fucking tall chick. what the hell, sure" and picks jin

and that is when the fight breaks

[zeynsdiary]

ADDICTED | Lust

pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader

wc: 2,7k

warnings: explicit language

author’s note: i really appreciate all the likes, comments and reblogs, thank you all <3

Also check out my masterlist if you enjoy this. And let me know if you want to be tagged :)

Feeling of your red satin dress with the palm of your hands, you smiled as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.

You felt feminine after so long, it felt good.

Taking your matte lipstick that matches perfectly with your dress out of your purse, you retouched your makeup to make it look fresh. Brushed your light curls with your fingers to harmonize your hair with the rest of your perfection.

It was one of those nights where you played the role of Mujin’s assistant. While Taeju played the bodyguard, you needed a different reason to explain why you always attended all these social events. Giving to your past, handling old guys with a large ego with nothing good to say was your species. So your job of being an assistant was a perfect fit for you to cover that you were actually there for extra protection. Also Donghoon being the partner/trusted man made it possible for all four of you to be all together.

After the event you guys would go to the little restaurant near the Dongcheon to drink together. Every mask that you four put on the daytime would slip away with the harmony of your laughters. Talking about the night until the conversation turns to the memories all of you shared through years. The feeling of looking into each other eyes, seeing their smiles, getting drunker by the each passing second, being comfortable, knowing everyone sitting on this table would trust them with their lives, you just loved every part of it.

Your gratitude towards Donghoon at its highest, you cherished moments like those cause they weren't often.

Tonight was no exception.

All of you arrived to the restaurant and sat on your usual seats. In the middle table, wall side sat Donghoon, next to him was Mujin’s seat. Taeju sat in front of Mujin and you in front of Donghoon. Like always. Mujin poured the first drinks and then you and Taeju took over as the youngest ones and subordinates. As one glass followed another, the moon slowly faded in the pitch black sky.

To be honest, you mostly watched Mujin the whole night. Your so called boss. It was a rare sight to see him so careless about his surroundings and just enjoying the present. You admired the love he had in his eyes for every one of you in this room and the way he so freely laughed to any joke -even the unfunny ones- showing off his perfect teeth and the chuckle of his deep velvety voice.

You admired him.

How could you not?

You didn't know if they were aware of the thing you had with Mujin. How you two had been more. Many times even.

The answer was, yes. At least from the Donghoon’s perspective. He had no intention of letting any of you know the fact. You were a grown woman and Mujin was a good guy on his own way. Actually, he didn't really know much except for the looks he caught (like right now) and how you two always disappeared together. He was not a fan at first but then he realized how both of you would be at your most calm and happiest after disappearing so he just accepted it, quietly. He was good at keeping secrets anyway.

Donghoon slushed down his last glass, "That is enough for this old man. Taeju-ah, you'd give me a ride, right?". Taeju chuckled, "Yes, sunbaenim.” For the record, he was not that drunk but he felt like you two needed some alone time so he took care of it. He got up and patted Mujin’s back, "Mujin, you make sure she gets home safely, okay?".

Mujin nodded silently, both elder knew he didn't even need to say it.

Taeju winked at you before he helped Donghoon to his car. You watched them leave and then turned to Mujin. His eyes were already on you.

You blushed under his gaze. In another time you would never let him see it but in your drunk form, you had no idea about how well you hid it. "It’s just me and you now." you said while you poured another glass for both of you.

One more sip, he hummed, "Just me and you." his little smirk present on his face.

Such a simple gesture yet it left your mouth dry.

You gulped, you just knew tonight was going to be a long night.

. . .

When you had enough amount of alcohol in your system, well, you were such a yapper. Good for you, Mujin didn't mind it, he liked it even. That way he didn't have to speak and could just listen to you talk about anything and every thing without any prying eyes around. No need to hide any smile or a look that spoke louder than any poem.

He listened to your every word minutely, paying attention to every little detail. Like how you would always start using your hands every time a story excited you or how your eyes light up when you remember the little details about a story that probably only you remembered. And now he would too, obviously. He always remembered every little thing you shared with him even the ones like where you argued with a little boy cause he said you looked like a man in a suit and many more silly stories like that. He remembered all of them. But of course, he would never admit that he did.

For the sake of his mind, it was safer to keep that way. No need for you to know how you warmed his heart every time you started speaking what is inside that pretty little head of yours with that perfect smile on your full lips.

Only you.

Even though it felt so nice to finally have you all to himself after a busy month at Dungcheon, your eyes told him that it was time to end this night.

Every good thing had its own closing.

. . .

Mujin parked the car in one swift movement and get out of it. You opened your own door and waited for him. Every time he held onto your open door with one hand as he extended the other for you was such a sight to see. You were already excited with the images rushing into your mind while you waited.

Tonight was no different. He came to your side to help you out, the sleeve of his shirt rolled up, leaving his veiny arms out for you to drool over. He held out his hand for you. You gladly took it and get out of the vehicle. You were a tiny bit drunk and he knew. Without even giving you a time to strip, he held you close.

Which you would, maybe for real maybe just so you could be closer to him for a little more. Your smile growing with the thought of mischief.

Your head resting on his chest while he helped you to get into the hotel with his arm wrapped around your waist. Carrying most of your weight so you could just smell his cologne with a stupid smile on your face without a single worry in your mind. Knowing he would take care of you, like he always did.

You were lucky he couldn't see the smile.

When you two get into the elevator you held onto the handle and stood on your own which was equal to the absence of his hands. But you didn't mind, this way you get to admire his beauty, his lean and formed body leaning against the opposite wall of the elevator. His woody cologne mixed with cigarette filled the air in such a short period of time, the familiarity loosened up your body.

You saw him reaching for the buttons. You stopped him in a rush with your hands, he was looking at you questioningly. You pushed the button for his penthouse while you looked right into his eyes. He looked back at you, knowing pretty well nothing behind those beautiful irises of yours were innocent. He sighed.

"What are you doing?" he asked as if he didn't know.

You eyed his figure from his eyes to his lips, then his chest and even lower. You stopped right when you see the bulk in his pants.

You smirked. Your gaze returned to his face. Mujin was aware of your new knowledge, he didn’t hide it. And of course he was not going to be shy about it.

He simply waited for your answer with his hands in his pockets.

"I’m your assistant tonight, remember?” You answered his question with another one.

He kept his daring gaze on your face.

You stepped closer to him and grabbed the hook of his belt to be upright. "I just wanna help you as your good little assistant." You said with an innocent expression as you batted your eyes.

Mujin sucked in a breath, he had a love-hate relationship with your secret power of getting under his skin.

You leaned into him more, your nose against his jaw and you on your tip toes.

He loved how needy you were for him right now. It drove him crazy in the inside.

Mujin put his thumb and index finger on your chin to lift your face. He looked right into your dark woods. "You want to help me?" his raspy voice made your insides tingle.

You nodded your head eagerly, "I do,”

He laughed at your face and reached for the button of your floor without breaking eye contact. You realized what he did with the click sound that came out of the button, but it was too late. He enjoyed it as a frown appeared on your eyebrows.

He played with you. How dare he?

"You are mean." you whispered.

He chuckled, "So I've heard."

You shook your head and retreated. You rested your head on the side wall, the tip of your heels were touching his shiny leather shoes that screamed luxury. You watched the little contact as he watched you.

You were kinda jealous though. How your shoe had permission to touch him but not you?

While you were deep into your very serious thoughts, you didn't notice it was your floor. He nudged your feet with his. You looked up at him and see the doors was open. His face told you there was no use in denying him right now. So you got out of the elevator, you let out a long sigh. As you walked through the corridor he followed you in silence.

Mujin was one step behind you, following you like a d- No! No. Jesus woman, what is going on with you? He would kill you if he could hear your thoughts.

You mentally stopped for a second. Would he?

Nah. He would not.

Your brain was functioning differently when you had even a small amount of alcohol in your blood circulation system. So it was the only reason why you had thoughts like that. In any other circumstances you would never. Literally, never. Mujin? A dog? No. A funny thought. But no.

You walked towards your room with all those silly drunk line of thinking. The sound of your heels echoing through the walls the same as his steps. You couldn't help but wonder. Was he looking at your ass?

You really should stop yourself from thinking. Anything. But you had no choice, the corridors were quiet, the inside of your brain was not. Hm, so if the corridors were louder than the inside of your brain, you wouldn't have been thinking much.

Mission number one: Kill the silence.

Mission number two: Get Mujin to fuck you.

When you reached your door -which was not a long way from the elevator- you turned around with your room card in your hand. You pointed behind the door with it, "Would you want to come inside?" you asked. It was just a kind offer. Like, it would be rude not to after he took care of you all night. Right?

Behind that stone face, Mujin was weighing pros and cons about coming in. You read the uncertainty from his body language, it was a good sign for you. It meant that he was considering it. So before giving him a room to reject, you tried some more. "Like I said, I'm your assistant today. " You looked up at him with your doe-looking eyes before continuing. “And as your good assistant I could give you some sodas to help you with your hangover tomorrow."

Mission number one: Kill the silence. Check.

He smirked, it was pretty obvious if someone were to have a bad hangover tomorrow, it wasn't him.

"It’s past midnight." he said. You are no longer my fake assistant, he meant.

You couldn't help but rolled your eyes. "I'm no Cinderella, Mujin. I can still pretend." You whispered the last sentence close to his face as if it was a secret.

No matter him looking down, you caught the smile he was trying to hide. Whit that, you knew he was going to keep following you as you opened the door and get inside. You stepped in your room and checked him from the top of your shoulder, trying not to make it obvious. Seeing him right behind you, a victory smile bloomed on your lips. As he closed the door you hang your bag and coat on the hanger.

You finally had him alone, all to yourself, but you still had one more mission.

You turned around and get behind him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you asked for his permission. "Can I?" he gave you a small nod. Holding his long black coat from behind, you pulled it off his body. Touching his muscled arm through it, you felt his warmth as much as you can. While you hanged his coat next to yours he walked to your window and light up a cigarette.

You gulped. What were you going to do next?

While the tail of your long dress brushed the non-existing dust off your floor you walked up to Mujin. Slowly, step by step as he watched the city through the big window. You were nervous. When you stood next to him you felt the air tensing. Checking him from the corner of your eyes you realized him doing the same. Smiling softly, "Can I have some?" you asked.

Without waiting, he took the cigarette box out of his pocket. Opening the box with a swift hand movement, he held it out for you. You looked at the cigarettes then the one between his lips. It was clear as day which one you would prefer. With a quick decision you stole the stick from his lips. Your index and middle finger wrapped around it and you looked in his eyes as you inhaled your first blow. He lifted his left brow. You waited for him to give you a reaction, he didn't give you the satisfaction. Instead, he took another cigarette from the box, unbothered.

You wanted to roll your eyes, hold his arms and shake him. Scream into his face what is wrong with you?

Lighting up his cigarette, "Don't" he said.

A frown appeared on your face, "What?"

While turning his body to you he watched your expression. "I won’t touch you while you're in this state."

Your mouth felt dry. His words were too direct. There was an uneasy feeling in your stomach. But your guts kept telling you to push it. Push him to his limits where he can no larger reject.

After all, you knew. There is no state that you could be in where you would regret his touch on your skin. And oh, he knew it too.

Listening to your guts, you took a step forward. “Okay then,” you murmured. Your free hand finding his belt, “just let me touch you,” you testes the waters as you felt him hardening with the back of your fingers.

"You're playing a dangerous game. Don't." he repeated, this time he looked right into your eyes.

"Dangerous? Isn't it what we do for living?" you argued. You weren't lying, were you?

You slowly got on your knees while looking up at him so submissively, it was over for him.

Mission number two: Get Mujin to fuck you. Check.

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the monthly mujin doodle quota….

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Poderíamos fazer diferente

» Capa para o projeto FantasyIsland Post: 30/03/24

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The KingDom seasons greetings behind - Mujin

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Destined With You | Episode 14

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I may be reaching but

(original art: @agressive_poet on twitter)