#het!onho

[shawol9196]

Working Muse ((Oneshot; het! Onho; 6K))

“I was hoping to paint a picture of you.” “Me, sir?” “Yes, if it’s alright.”

(Warnings: there’s a mention of nudity but nothings described and nothing nsfw becomes of it)

Uhh this is set in like early 1900s

When Jinki returns home from his art tour of Europe, he’s immediately hit with art block. No matter what he tries to paint, what he tries to sketch, all he gets is empty pages. While abroad, he’d had no trouble filling up sketchbook after sketchbook, needing a full new trunk for them by the time he headed home. Something about the mundaneness of home just sucked all the creativity out of him and he found himself praying for a muse.

***

When Jinki comes down for breakfast, Junghee -- the family cook -- is already bringing in the meal. He sits down and tries to figure out what’s different about the room. It hits him after a few minutes that it’s an additional presence. There’s a young woman, probably around Jinki’s age, standing in the back corner nervously.

“Sirs and Ma’am, this is my daughter, Minjung.” Junghee announces. “She’s old enough to work now, today is her first day, but she hasn’t been assigned anywhere yet by Junmyeon. If there’s anything you need done, beyond the ordinary, she’ll be down in the kitchens with me for now but at your full disposal.”

She waves and Minjung comes forward into the light. She’s pretty, very pretty, even in the plain black servant dress she wears; she seems oddly tall, though it could just be because of how short Junghee is. She curtseys and does her best to hand things to her mother to help with serving breakfast. Jinki watches her work and she seems to notice, avoiding his gaze. Once dinner is served, Minjung and Junghee leave.

“Junmyeon was telling me about her. Not particularly talented in any particular thing, but good enough to manage any task.” Jinki’s mother says.

“If I wanted her to be my assistant, when I’m painting, would that be alright?” Jinki asks, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

“I don’t see why not.” his father says.

His mother makes an odd expression but says nothing. They eat in relative silence, his father reading the paper while Jinki and his mother each read a book. They were nearly done with Junmyeon knocks on the door.

“Sir, Mister Jungsoo called and requests you come in early. Should I prepare your car?”

“Yes. I’ll be ready in 10 minutes.”

Jinki’s father gets up and leaves the room, and it’s just Jinki and his mother now. She finishes eating and stands.

“Are you painting today?”

“Yes, Ma.”

“I feel a headache coming, so paint as long as you like. I will probably take dinner in my rooms.”

“Yes, Ma. I hope you feel better.”

She departs and now it’s just Jinki. Junghee and Minjung reenter the room.

“Have they left you alone again, Jinki?”  Junghee asks.

“They always do. It doesn’t matter though.”

The two women start clearing the table. Jinki reaches for a roll off a plate that Minjung’s picking up and she apologizes. She exits the room momentarily and Jinki turns to Junghee.

“Junghee, if I have a task for Minjung, would that be alright to take her with me?”

“Oh, yes, sir. Just send her back to me whenever you’re done or if she’s not up to your tasks. Ma’am says you’re painting today, should I send her to go take water to your studio?”

“Yes, that’ll be good.”

When Minjung comes back in, Junghee starts giving her directions. She departs quickly and Junghee smiles at the closing door.

“She’s a hard worker, sir. Quiet and good at following directions.”

“I trust she will be, if she’s any bit as nice as you.” Jinki says with a smile.

*

Jinki manages to make it to his studio -- a refurbished old barn in the back piece of the property -- before Minjung does. He sets a chair out, changes into more

comfortable clothes, and starts pulling supplies out. She knocks on the door before coming in.

“Where would you like the bucket, sir?” she asks.

Her voice is lower than he expected it to be, something akin to one of the alto singers he’d been friends with on his trip. He smiles and points to a spot near him.

“Here will be fine. It’s Minjung, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

She sets the bucket down and moves to stand back towards the wall.

“You don’t have to hide away, Minjung. I know my parents are stuffy with that kind of thing and Junmyeon is a stickler for rules, but as long as you’re in here, you’re allowed to exist as a person.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

She stays where she is, hands folded and head down. Jinki continues arranging paints and tries to think of a way to get her to speak freely.

“Do you like art, Minjung?”

“I haven’t seen much, sir, only what’s in the house. But I like what I saw in there.”

Jinki moves over to his bookshelf, grabs one of his reproduction books off of it.

“Here, this has some of the pieces I saw when I was abroad.”

She takes the book out of his hands and he gestures for her to sit on the couch. She sits, but doesn’t open it.

“You can look through it, you have my permission. You won’t get in trouble. Is it okay if I sketch while you look through?”

“Sketch?”

“Yes. I like to sketch things out before I properly paint them.”

“What are you going to paint?”

“I was hoping to paint a picture of you.”

“Me, sir?”

“Yes, if it’s alright.”

“Oh, it’s fine with me, sir. Wouldn’t you like to paint something else though? Something pretty?”

“You’re a pretty girl, Minjung. I haven’t wanted to paint in days, until I saw your face at breakfast.”

She blushes deeply, trying to argue that she’s plain. Jinki makes a note to paint her blushing expression later on. He eventually gives up on getting her to accept his compliment, telling her to go ahead and look through the book. Halfway through his sketch, there’s a knock on the door. Before he can tell her to stay still, she’s shut the book and answered the door. It’s her mother, bringing in lunch. She tells Minjung to go back to the kitchen, to retrieve something she’s forgotten. When she’s gone, Junghee turns to Jinki, setting up her little lunch cart for him as a table of sorts.

“Is she doing well, sir?”

“Oh yes. She’s a real lamb.”

“I’m glad, sir. She was so nervous this morning, though I think that was more of Junmyeon’s doing I think. He’s always been a bit harsh on her, even when she was little.”

“How old is she?”

“She just turned 18 just before you got back, sir. I know you’re too little to remember, but I had her right after I started working here. Your mother was very kind to me, during that time. Anything that they weren’t using for you any longer, blankets and toys and such, she let me take home for her. Oh, but listen to me babble. I’m sure you’ve got work to do, sir. She’ll be back along in a moment.”

Jinki nods and she leaves. He puts his sketchbook aside and starts eating. Minjung comes back with a plate of cake and a small purse of her own. She places the cake down in front of Jinki and stays standing, unsure of what to do.

“Do you have lunch, Minjung?”

She nods, holding up her purse.

“There should be another chair in the corner, you can bring it over and eat with me if you like.”

“Oh, sir, I’ll be fine.”

“Please, I insist.”

She nods and gets the chair. Though there’s plenty of room on the cart, she keeps her lunch on her lap. Her apple and meat filled roll aren’t much, especially in front of Jinki’s two plates of food, and he feels bad as he watches her stare at his food. He continues eating, but leaves a few bites of cake when he finally puts his fork down.

“Do you like cake, Minjung?”

“I’ve only had it a few times, sir.”

“Did you like it when you had it?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“You can have these last few bites if you want them, I know you must still be hungry.”

He holds the fork out to her; she takes it, but hesitates.

“You have my permission, enjoy it.”

She starts eating, taking as small of bites as she can. He tries not to laugh at her blissful expression, but a smile does escape. She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket to clean her face.

“Were you done looking at the book, Minjung?”

“No, sir.”

“Good, I’m not done with my sketch either.”

She puts her chair away then moves back to the couch. Jinki watches her, making sure she’s sitting the same way. He finishes quickly before she’s done looking over it so he starts making notes in the margins about what colors to use. She closes the book and looks up at him.

“Are you done?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you feel more comfortable going back to help your mother? It won’t upset me if you are.”

“I...I think so, sir.”

“I’ve finished my sketch, so I’m going to paint now. Come close and let me have a good look at you and then you can go.”

She nods, leaving the book on the couch. Though she walks over to him, she keeps a distance. He reaches out for her hand, noticing how she tenses up.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear. I just want to make sure I get the color for your skin right. I saw far too many sunkissed women painted as if they were made of marble or alabaster when I was abroad.”

Minjung shyly holds her arm out for him to inspect. She refuses to look at him and Jinki finds her shyness charming.

“Alright, you can go now. You can save yourself a trip and take the lunch cart with you if you like.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

***

Over the next week, their interactions are almost identical. Every morning, after breakfast is finished, Minjung accompanies Jinki to his studio. He gives her some still task -- reading, needlework, copying -- and sketches her as she works on it. They eat lunch together and he gives her the last bite of his cake. It becomes a sign of trust and respect, in a way; Jinki hopes it will make himself more amiable to her. When he’s finished with the sketch, he allows her to go to her mother while he paints. When he compares them to her the next day, though, they’re never quite right.

***

“You’re going to be helping me a little more today,” Jinki says, pulling out two chairs. “I want to do some practice painting portraits. All you have to do is stay somewhat still, alright? We can talk during, and when your mother comes in you can behave as you normally do, but just try to hold the position otherwise, ok?”

She nods and waits for him to tell her to sit. He gives her instructions and she follows as best she can. When he’s finally got her posed, he gets started.

“So what’s your favorite painting, in the house?”

“I still haven’t seen all the rooms in the house, sir.”

“Out of the ones you’ve seen, which did you like most?”

He watches her tilt her head then move it back to how it was. A smile plays at his lips but he manages not to laugh.

“I like the one in the parlor. Of the garden.”

“I painted that one while I was abroad. It’s of the Boboli Gardens in Florence, Italy.”

“Really? It’s so lovely, sir. I wish I could travel someday; this is the farthest I’ve ever been away from home.”

“Did you go to school?”

“Yes, sir. That’s why I work here. Your parents paid my ma enough that we could afford for me to go to school, so now I’m here working to pay off that debt.”

It makes sense to Jinki; his parents helped to pay for most of the servants children to be educated. They made for more useful staff. They take a break right as Junghee brings lunch. Though Jinki’s been sharing his cake with her for almost two weeks now, Minjung still hesitates to eat it when he offers it. When it gets to be her normal time to leave, Jinki still isn’t finished.

“I know I normally let you leave at this time, but I’m not quite done yet. Are you okay to stay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You can sit comfortably, I’m just finishing your face.”

She hums but doesn’t move. It doesn’t take him much longer to finish, but he finds himself stalling to keep her there. Eventually, he starts feeling guilty and announces that he’s done. It’s a good likeness, though still not as good as he would like. Minjung stands and goes to head for the door, but turns around.

“Could I....can I look at it, sir? The painting?”

“Of course. You did very well, today; I’ve never had a model so patient with me.”

Minjung blushes and walks around to see.

“What do you think, did I do a good job?”

“Yes, sir, though I think you made it a little too pretty.”

Jinki chuckles. “And here I thought I wasn’t making it pretty enough.”

Minjung blushes again and grabs the lunch cart.

“Have a good evening, sir.”

***

Jinki paints simple portraits for a month. No matter what he does, no matter what technique he uses, he can’t get her eyes right. So after two weeks, he simply stops his portraits at the bridge of her nose. On a trip into town, he discovers a costume renting shop. It’s meant for theaters, but the shopkeeper is more than willing to let Jinki rent single pieces.

*

“Minjung, if I brought costumes for you to wear, for me to paint you in, would you wear them for me?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“You don’t have to wear anything that makes you uncomfortable. I won’t fire you or punish you at all.”

“Yes, sir.”

*

The first costume he brings for her is a simple milkmaid’s costume from a recent play. Over the next year, he paints her in every costume he can get his hands on: queens, ballerinas, historical figures, mythological women. No matter what he paints her as, he hides or leaves out completely her eyes and forehead. They get in a rhythm with it. She comes in the first day or two, so he can paint her. Then, she does whatever work her mother or Junmyeon can find for her the days that follow, until Jinki finishes the painting and finds another costume. Instead of leaving her bites of cake, he starts to bring her little treats from the confectionary next to the costume shop: little chocolates and petit fours. On days when all they can find for her is mending, Jinki will invite her to come sit with him. Normally, he doesn’t like people coming in to watch him paint. Something about her presence is calming, though, and he spends the time telling her whatever he knows about the story associated with the costume. After spending so much time together, they begin to develop a close friendship; though neither will admit to it, fondness also blossoms between them. Minjung starts to smile more freely, to talk more freely, though she still refuses to call Jinki by his name. For her birthday, he gives her a miniature copy of the garden painting that she likes and a full box of chocolates; she nearly cries. When Jinki’s birthday comes, she gifts him a delicately embroidered handkerchief.

***

A year and three months after he started having Minjung model for him, he runs out of costumes and ideas. Minjung comes to the studio, but he has no canvas out, no pencils sharpened, no paints to mix.

“Is everything alright, sir?”

Jinki looks up at her from where he’s laying on the couch. He hasn’t even bothered to change into his painting clothes.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’ve just got a block is all. I can’t find any new costumes to use and none of the old ones suit my fancy to reuse.”

“Oh.”

“I got you a treat. It felt weird to go past the shop and not get you anything.”

Minjung smiles shyly. “You don’t have to get me anything, sir. You’re wasting your money spoiling me like this.”

“You always look so happy eating them though, and seeing you happy makes me happy. So it’s not a waste at all to spend a few cents on our happinesses.”

Minjung sits down next to him and takes the treatbox. She takes her time eating the pecan cluster inside and he’s content just to watch.

“So you’re not going to paint today, sir?”

“No, Minjung. You can go. I know your mother needs help with the party later. I’ll be fine on my own.”

She curtseys before she leaves, thanking him again for the treat. Truth be told, Jinki does have an idea of what to paint, but no idea how to ask her to agree to it.

*

For a week, Minjung comes in every morning and Jinki sends her back to the house. He feels bad, especially when he sees the disappointed look on her face, but he can’t bring himself to ask her. On the eighth day, he can’t stand it anymore. When Minjung comes to the door, he tells her to come inside.

“Did you finally think of something to paint, sir?”

Jinki feels himself blush. “Y-yes. I thought of something.”

“What is it?”

“Before I tell you, I want you to know that you have every right to say no to this. I won’t fire you, I won’t hold it against you, I won’t mention it to anyone that I ever asked.”

He sees fear creep up in Minjung’s eyes but she nods so he continues. He gets one of his sketchbooks out, flips through the pages. Eventually he finds the picture he wants -- someone’s rendition of The Birth of Venus -- and he hands it to her. Minjung’s expression remains mostly blank, and Jinki wonders if she understands.

“I’ve wanted to make a copy, more of a version of my own, since I saw the original. I’ve run out of everything else to paint, this is the only idea left in the bin right now.”

Realization starts creeping over Minjung’s face.

“Like I said, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I have this and I’ve seen enough art that I could make a copy easy.”

“But you don’t want to make a plain copy, sir.”

“Not if I can help it.”

“So you’re wanting...”

“I want you to pose for me.”

“Nude?”

“Only if you don’t mind. If you don’t want to, it’s more than fine-”

“I’ll do it.”

Jinki looks at her in shock. This was definitely not what he was expecting of her. She smiles then looks at the door. The atmosphere becomes tense with nervous anticipation.

“What if someone walks in?”

“There’s a lock on the door. We can use that room that you’ve been using to change into costumes. It’s big enough for what I need.”

“Are you...are we doing this today?”

“Whenever you’re ok with doing it.”

“Today is fine. I’ll go....I’ll start getting ready.”

Minjung walks into the back room and Jinki goes to lock the door. He wanders around getting supplies, trying to give her as much time to back out as he can. By the time he finally goes to the backroom, she’s taken off her dress, shoes, and underdress and is in the process of untying her corset. Jinki arranges his things and when he looks back up, she’s standing in just her chemise. Their eyes meet for a moment, before both shyly look away and Minjung pulls her chemise over her head.

“How...how do you want me?”

“Oh, uh, sitting. I brought a sheet for you to sit on, and to cover up with during lunch.”

He puts the sheet down and she sits. Though she initially won’t look at him, she finds the courage to after she’s posed. It takes him almost four times as long to draw; more than once, she has to inform him with a smile that he’s repeated himself more than twice. They’re both mostly quiet, Jinki making sure he has every line, every curve, every bit of shading true to life. By the end of the day, all he’s got is a half completed sketch. She dresses herself more quickly than expected and curtseys.

“Shall I...expect to come back tomorrow, sir?”

“If you’re up for it.”

*

It takes Jinki two days to finish the sketch and another three to paint it. He starts another, and it takes a full week. Never in his life has he ever painted this slow; not even in Rome, when he and two friends had gotten 9 girls to pose nude for them to recreate a painting of the Graces. Over the previous year, he’d averaged almost 10 paintings a month. This month, he only completes 3. It’s comfortable, by the last one. Minjung has burned her hand, and so Jinki offers to help her retie her corset. For the first time, she gives him instructions. When it’s done, she turns around to face him.

“Thank you, sir.”

Jinki tries to say ‘you’re welcome’ but the words won’t come out right. She smiles gently at him and he feels a surge of confidence.

“Minjung...”

“Yes, sir?”

“If I...could I...would you mind it if I kissed you?”

“You can, sir, if it pleases you.”

“No, I want to know if....you have to say that...what I mean is...”

“Jinki,” she says, cutting him off. “It’s ok. Kiss me.”

They’re both surprised; she’s never used his name before. He reaches out to hold her face and he has to lean up to account for his shorter height. They kiss once, and Jinki pulls away.

“I’m leaving for a short trip tomorrow. I’ll be gone for two weeks. There’s going to be an art competition, can I submit some of the pieces I’ve painted of you?”

Minjung nods, eyes teary.

“It’s late, you should finish dressing before your mother comes looking for you.”

***

Two weeks pass in the blink of an eye. Jinki won the competition, pieces taking home all three top prizes. No less than seven newspapers have written about him and he can’t wait to show Minjung all his success.

Breakfast is quiet. Each of them is absorbed in their own quiet pursuits. When Junghee brings breakfasts in, it’s her alone. She gives Jinki food, but seems almost cold towards him. When breakfast is done, he heads to his studio. Minjung isn’t there either. Though he spends the whole day waiting, she never comes by. He’s worried something’s wrong, but Junghee’s already left and won’t speak to him anyway. The next day is a repeat, as well as the day after. His fourth day home, Jinki goes down to the kitchens to speak to Junghee. She’s making bread.

“Hello, Junghee.”

She brings her fists down onto the bread dough before looking up.

“Hello, Jinki.”

For the first time in his life, Junghee is terse with him.

“Is Minjung well?”

“Yes, she’s fine.”

“I have something I want to give her.”

Junghee looks angry.“When did you start painting her?”

“I had her sit for practice portraits for me, that was almost a year and a half ago.”

“No, I mean when did you start painting her? Naked.”

“Oh. I...maybe a month? I promise I didn’t make her though. I told her that she could say no without repercussion and I asked each time.”

“Your mother found one of those paintings while you were away. She gave Minjung a real harsh time. I want to believe that you’re kind to my daughter, Jinki, especially with the way she gushes about you on the way home. But some things are a little hard to swallow.”

“I have prize money, from an art competition that I entered. I wanted to give her the money, I know she needs new shoes.”

“I don’t know where Ma’am told her to go. She’s been giving her separate instructions each morning since she found it.”

“Thanks, Junghee. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“Don’t be sorry to me. Be sorry to Minjung. She’s the one hurt in all this.”

Jinki’s heart sinks. The last thing he wanted was to have to confront his mother. He makes his way back upstairs and heads to her room. She’s laying on her couch when he comes in.

“Hello, ma.”

“Jinki, can you come back later? My head hurts something terrible.”

“Where did you assign Minjung today?”

At the name, Jinki’s mother sits up.

“I don’t want you seeing her anymore.”

“Why?”

“How are we supposed to marry you to a reputable girl if you’re sitting around painting nudes of servants? What will others think of you? I don’t want my son to be the town pervert!”

Jinki reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out all the newspaper clippings he’d saved.

“Actually, people rather liked my art.” he says, showing them to her.

She grabs them, throws them on the floor. He reaches down to pick them up and she lays back down.

“Fine. I won’t stop you from ruining your life, since that seems to be what you’re so intent on doing.”

“Ma, where did you assign Minjung to?”

His mother doesn’t answer. Annoyed with her behavior, he leaves the room, heading to his father’s office. He walks in just as his father gets off the phone.

“Jinki, my boy! What brings you into see me today?”

“When I was younger, you told me that I could marry any woman I wished. Do you still stand by that?”

Jinki’s father looks amused. “Yes. I assume you’re in here to get my blessing for a proposal?”

“Yes, Pa.”

“To whom?”

“Minjung.”

“Minjung? Who’s that?”

“Junghee’s daughter. The one that’s been helping me paint.”

“You want to marry a servant?” “Yes, Pa.”

“It’s not because of any....trouble is it?”

“No, Pa, nothing like that. I’ve simply become fond of her in the time that she’s worked by my side.”

“Well, if that’s what will make you happy, you have my blessing. You’ve come in at a good time. I’ve just bought you a house. It’s smaller than here and is a bit further from town, but it’s yours if she agrees.”

“Thank you, Pa.”

Jinki leaves and heads down towards the kitchen. Junghee’s just put her bread in the oven and is sitting on her stool, peeling potatoes.

“Junghee, might I ask something of you?”

She looks up, less cross than before. “Yes, sir?”

“I know your husband passed a few years ago, otherwise I would ask him. If she consents, would you allow me Minjung’s hand?”

Junghee drops her knife and potato.

“You want to marry my Jungie?”

“Yes, Junghee. I’ve grown quite fond of her and I think she’d make a wonderful wife. My Pa has just bought me a house, too, so we wouldn’t have to stay here under my mother’s eye. You could come along too. Not as a servant, but as my mother in law. You’ve always been so kind to me, Junghee. I couldn’t stand the thought of my mother in law being a servant to my mother.”

“Oh, bless you, Jinki. Did your mother tell you where she’s at?”

“No, but I have a feeling I know who can tell me.”

*

It doesn’t take long for Jinki to find Junmyeon. The butler has a penchant for a few spots in the house, making him easy to find.

“Where has Ma sent Minjung?” Jinki asks.

“I’m not permitted to say.” Junmyeon says, without looking.

“Junmyeon, if you don’t tell me where she is, I’ll go upstairs and tell Pa about you and Ma. About those pretty letters I found in her desk. About the real reason she has those headaches everyday.”

Junmyeon’s face flushes with fear and embarrassment. “Now Jinki, let’s be reasonable. I’ve hidden a good number of things for you.”

“I don’t think I’m being unreasonable Junmyeon. I’ll ask you again. Where is Minjung working.”

Junmyeon looks around, glance down the hallways for any potential listeners.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but she might be doing laundry at the moment.”

Jinki walks off in the direction of the laundry room. Though he can see Minjung from the doorway, he pauses in the hallway. He watches her work, waiting until she stops stirring the clothing to go in. They make eye contact and she quickly starts working again.

“Minjung, might I speak with you?”

“I’m...I’m not to speak to you, sir. Ma’am orders.” she says with a sniffle.

From her puffy face and little sniffles, it’s not hard to tell she’s been crying.

“What did she say to you while I was away? You can tell me, it’s alright.”

She starts pouring soap and borax into the tub, continuing to avoid his eyes.

“She found your paintings. She said that I was ruining you. Making you into a bad person. That I can’t see you anymore, because otherwise you won’t be able to find a wife.”

She struggles not to cry and Jinki reaches out for her hand.

“Damn what my mother says, Minjung. She has no room to have an opinion on anything concerning this. She’s having an affair, you know.”

Minjung finally looks up at him in disbelief.

“With Junmyeon. They’ve been having an affair behind my dad’s back since I was around four. It’s part of why he got hired; when he interviewed, my mom happened to see him. She put in a lot of good words for him. That’s why she has so many headaches.”

Minjung starts stirring the pot again, processing the information.

“I’m sorry, Minjung, that you got caught up in this. I never intended for you to be hurt. You’ve done nothing wrong, my mother’s temper clouds her judgement. I’m so sorry, my pretty girl.”

“What...what did you want to speak to me about, sir?”

He reaches into his pockets and pulls out the articles.

“Remember how I asked if I could enter some pieces of you into an art show? Well I did. I submitted five pieces; I took home all three top prizes. I had to extend my trip an extra day because all these press people wanted to interview me over it.”

“That’s wonderful, sir!”

He reads the articles to her as she works; they’re all glowing reviews of the ‘new artist Lee Jinki and his wonderful model’. She’s beaming by the time he’s done. When she turns away, he takes the opportunity to get down on one knee and reaches into his other pocket. She’s shocked when she turns around, almost dropping the sponge in her hand. He helps her put it down before continuing.

“Minjung, I know this is probably incredibly forward of me, but I...over this time we’ve spent together, I’ve grown fond of you, of your presence near me. It’s been distressing to me, to have been away from you for so long. You’ve become a muse to me, if it’s not you, I can’t paint at all. Even when I was at the show, I tried to sketch little copies, to bring back to show you, and I couldn’t do it. I know I’ve asked you many favors, and you’ve always been so kind and willing, and I can’t thank you enough. Can I ask one more of you?”

She nods, tears welling up again. He opens the little box, revealing the ring he’d bought on his way home.

“Minjung, would you give me the greatest happiness by becoming my wife?”

Tears spill over, and though she gives an answer, Jinki can’t understand it.

Jinki stands, putting a hand to her cheek.

“Oh, sir. Yes, it would make me so happy, sir.”

After putting the ring on her finger, he pulls her into his arms so she can cry.

“There’s only one thing, if we marry, Minjung.”

“Yes?”

“You have to stop calling me sir. You’ve called me Jinki once before, now you get to use only that. I’m no longer your boss; I’m your fiance, your equal. Can you do that? I know it’ll take time to get used to, but you’ll try, right?”

“Yes,  s-,” she starts, then corrects herself. “Yes, Jinki.”

“May I kiss my bride to be?”

She nods with a smile, laundry long forgotten behind them.

*

Once the normal laundress is brought in to finish the job, Jinki takes Minjung into town. It’s her first time riding in a car and he holds her hand the whole way. After an obligatory stop by the confectionary, the make their way to the dress shop. He buys her a small wardrobes worth of clothes and two special gowns are ordered: a ball gown, for their inevitable engagement ball, and a wedding dress. They return back to the house and Junghee cries at the sight of Minjung in her new clothes. The next day, when the paper shows the engagement announcement, all three of them cry.

***

They marry in Italy, taking Junghee along with them for it. They visit the Boboli gardens, and Jinki’s charmed by his new wife’s excitement when they find the plot that he’d painted before. He paints it again, though this time he adds her and Junghee having a picnic to the scene. For the first time, he draws her whole face. Junghee leaves after a week, so they can have their honeymoon and so she can see that their new house is decorated properly. As they tour around Italy, Jinki begins to teach Minjung how to paint. She picks it up rather quickly, and it becomes a little game of theirs to see who can better copy different paintings and sights they come across.

Minjung bears their first child on their first anniversary, a daughter they name Gwiboon. Two years later, they have a son they name Taemin. Just as Jinki primarily paints Minjung, she herself primarily paints their children. She gains some notoriety for it, and even wins a few contests herself. When Jinki’s father grows ill, he takes over the business. After a few short lessons, Minjung takes over the finance and accounting side. They make quite a pair and become somewhat of a symbol of happy and successful marriage.

***

Twelve years after they marry, a man named Joon comes to interview Jinki. He’s writing a book on contemporary art, and wishes to include Jinki in it. They speak at length over a week’s time.

“Alright, I have just one more question for you, Mr. Jinki.”

“Yes?”

“In your first run of successful paintings, when you won all three prizes in one show, who was the mystery woman in all of those paintings?”

Jinki chuckles to himself. He looks past Joon, where Minjung’s standing in the doorway. All these years, he’s never divulged that it was her in the paintings -- offering a different vague answer each time -- and it’s clear to see that she’s curious to see what he says this time.

“She was a working girl.”

“Was she a factory worker?”

“No, she was a domestic worker. Worked in my father’s household. She became a sort of assistant of mine.”

“By assistant, do you mean muse, sir?”

“Yes, she was. We just referred to her as an assistant.”

“Who was she?”

“My working muse? Oh, the same woman who’s always been my muse, from the first time I saw her.”

“How would that be, sir?”

Jinki looks at Minjung and she nods her permission for him to tell the truth.

“My muse was, is, and always will be my wife.”

[stringofhearts]

SHINee Kinktober 2017 Day 5: Public Pairing: Minho & Eunsook (het!onho) Word Count: 2200+ Rating: NC-17

This is actually a snippet from my oneshot “Suit Up,” but it’s really fun and I like it a lot.

All you really need to know is that Minho and Eunsook are at a work party of Minho’s and... she’s not wearing underwear. Yup, that’s pretty much it.

As night falls and the temperature drops, the party moves indoors.

Minho goes to look for Eunsook and sees her standing outside by the rooftop pool, looking at the night view. The venue hosting the launch party is remote, high on top of a hill. The lights of the city shine down below in the distance. She can see the canyon road they took to get there.

Minho reaches her and he puts his right hand on her waist. His left hand holds a beer bottle, he rests it on the railing next to her.

“You cold, baby?”

“No, I was actually getting too hot. Just came out for some fresh air.”

Minho nods.

They look up at the stars, Eunsook settles against Minho’s chest.

“The view is nice.” Minho says.

“Yea, it’s nice to actually see stars.”

“It is. We rarely get to see them in the city.” Minho rubs his hand up and down her waist.

“So, how is it going?” she asks, she turns her head to the side, looking over her shoulder to him.

“Good. There’s a lot of buzz about the project.”

“That’s great, Minho!” she turns back to look forward.

Minho nods again. They could talk details another time. Tonight, he wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery with his beautiful girl.

“You look really good, Sookie.”

“Thanks.” she says, a coy smile on her face.

“Like really really good. I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” Minho turns around, glancing behind them.

There is a small group of people on the roof, sitting in the back corner and another couple sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water. No one is paying them any attention.

Minho starts moving his right hand upward from her waist, cupping her breast through her dress.

Eunsook shifts against him.

“Minho, what are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m enjoying the view.” he says, his breath hot on her neck. “It’s a mighty nice view.” he says as he reaches his arm across her, his hand slipping into her bra to fondle her left breast.

“Mmmm.” he murmurs.

Minho squeezes her breast, massaging it in his hand.

“Minho, people...” Eunsook starts to fidget, turning to move away.

“Keep your hands on the railing, Sookie. You can’t let go until I say.” his voice low.

Eunsook stops moving and she swallows hard. She nods as she puts her hands back on the railing next to Minho’s left hand.

Minho looks around again.

“That’s my good girl.” Minho kisses the side of her head. “Good girls get treats.”

Minho takes small step forward, pushing her against the railing or more specifically, her mound against the railing.

Eunsook gasps at the pressure of the railing against her mound.

Minho isn’t completely heartless. He whispers her assurance.

“We’re alone, baby. It’s just you and me.”

Minho is telling the truth, the last people in the back corner have just left the rooftop to go back inside.

Eunsook looks around, but she can’t see past him, since he’s angled himself behind her, shielding most of her body from view. He lifts his arm so she can peek and sees that they are in fact alone on the rooftop.

She turns back and looks at him. He bends down to give her a slow kiss, their lips meeting gently.

To the outside world, they just look like a couple sharing a romantic moment enjoying the night view.

He pulls away to press his head close to hers and pulls her breast out of her bra and out of her dress, tapping the side repeatedly with his hand to watch it jiggle.

“Hmmm, I might like this view even better.” he tugs the other side of her dress down, reaching into her bra to pull her other breast into the night air, his hands caressing her breasts. Her nipples go hard immediately.

Minho shift his hips and Eunsook gasps as she feels his hard cock in between her ass cheeks, made even more intense by the fact that she isn’t wearing any underwear.

Minho continues rocking his cock in between her ass cheeks.

“Do you feel my hard cock against your ass?” Eunsook nods. She’s at a loss for words. “Do you see how hard you make me?” he whispers in her ear. “I’m so turned on, Sookie. Are you?”

She moans softly, every shift of Minho’s hips, pushes her mound against the railing. Minho grabs her breast as he moves his cock up and down in between her ass cheeks again.

“Have you been wet since we left the house?” he whispers.

“Y-yes...” Eunsook hesitates, but answers honestly.

“Will you show me?”

Eunsook makes a strangled sound, shaking her head from side to side.

“No?”

Minho takes a small step back and pulls Eunsook’s body from the railing. He starts moving his right hand down her body to where the wrap dress overlaps and he slowly starts pulling the fabric up, bunching it in his hand.

“Minho… please.” Eunsook gasps as cold air touches her legs. She fidgets again, shifting against his chest, gripping the railing tightly with her hands, his hard cock still against her ass.

“Please, what?” he kisses her neck.  “Have you ever noticed that after these events, I can’t wait to get you into bed? We’ll be in public, surrounded by people and you’ll be looking so fucking sexy. I’ll spend all night fantasizing about touching you underneath the table, imagining your face as you squirm against my fingers or us sneaking away for a quickie in some hidden corner or closet and I get so turned on, baby.”

Eunsook stops and looks up to Minho’s heated gaze, feeling something begin to override the feelings of decorum and propriety she felt: lust.

“P-please...” she repeats, but this “please” is completely different than the one before. She finds her resistance slipping, allowing Minho to control the situation. She trusts Minho. He wouldn’t overexpose them or her. He would never do anything that would risk breaking her trust in him. Eunsook’s face is flushed and she now desperately wants to show him how wet she is, how wet he made her.

“...Minho, I’m so wet.”

Minho murmurs against her head.

“I know. I know, baby. I’m going to pet that sweet little pussy of yours right out here in the open. Do you want me to, baby?”

“Y-yes.” she says softly, nodding her head.

“You are such a good girl for answering honestly.”

Minho gives her a little kiss to the side of her head as his fingers continue to slowly part her dress, centimeter by centimeter.

He finally makes his way inside, Eunsook cries out, feeling her heated wet pussy exposed to the night air.

Eunsook watches his hand slide down her body before she can feel his hand touching her aching wet flesh.

She lets out a pant as his fingers graze her silky soft pussy lips.

“My fingers feel good, don't they?”

Eunsook lets out a whimper as Minho leans her back onto his chest, his fingers moving up and down her folds, caressing gently.

“You’re so wet, baby. I wish I could spread you out and taste you right here.”

Eunsook is soaked. Minho’s fingers move easily, giving her the lightest of touches on her most sensitive flesh. He desperately wants to taste her, taste her wetness from the source, lapping up all her juices with his tongue, feel her walls clench as she comes from his fingers and mouth.

She cries out, panting, listening to Minho describe what he wants to do. Eunsook murmurs on his chest, closing her eyes.

“No, no, Sookie, open your eyes. I want you to watch.”

Eunsook doesn’t say anything. Minho stops, moving his hand away to hold the fabric of her dress to the side.

“Why d-did you stop?” She asks as cold air hits her naked throbbing pussy, making her squirm.

“Do you want me to continue?”

She nods, her eyes still closed.

“Then you have to open your eyes, baby.”

“It’s embarrassing…” she whispers.

“If you open your eyes, it would make me very happy.” he whispers back.

Eunsook takes a couple of very deep breaths, letting his words sink in, feeling her face get hotter. She can hear from Minho’s tone that he is serious, he will not give in. If she wants him to keep touching her, she has to comply. She takes another deep breath, willing her eyes open and looks up at him, panting from effort.

“Aww, I know that was hard for you, but you did it and that makes me really happy.” Eunsook feels a rush of heat course through her body from Minho’s praise. “And now, I’m going to make you very happy.” Minho says a small smile on his lips.

Minho tucks her back in against his chest and peers over her shoulder as his fingers move back to her pussy. He strokes his fingers down her folds, re-wetting them in her pussy juices.

“Look at how fucking sexy you are.”

Eunsook looked down to her exposed breasts, her nipples rock hard from the night air and Minho’s hand stroking her pussy.

She moans, fidgeting against him as his fingers continue to slip around in her wetness, resting his palm against her lower abdomen and just moving his fingers.

Eunsook begins to let out little moans.

“Mmm Mmm Mmm.”

Minho can hear the sound of the door closing as someone steps out onto the rooftop.

He continues rubbing Eunsook’s pussy, focusing on her sounds, while keeping his ear out for these new people.

Eunsook is too gone to notice, her breathing becoming unstable from his hand.

“Minho. M-minho, please.”

The footsteps had been stationary, but were now coming towards them. They are 20 meters away.

“Hmmph. Hmpph.” Eunsook gasps softly, shifting against his chest.

Minho keeps moving his hand, pressing down harder. He kisses the side of her head.

The steps are 15 meters away.

Eunsook moans softly as the pressure becomes too much.

“Please. Please. Please.” she moans.

“That’s it, Sookie. That’s it.”

The steps stop and Minho sighs, but then the steps continue moving towards them. 10 meters.

“Minho, I—I’m coming.”

“Uh huh. It’s going to feel so so good, Sookie.”

Eunsook moans softly, nodding. Her body quivering.

“I don’t want you to be alarmed but I need you to be really quiet now. There are people out here.”

6 meters

Eunsook looks up at Minho in complete alarm, before her body betrays her, putting need in front of everything else and she comes from Minho’s hand. She starts to fall forward as she lets out a stifled cry.

Minho catches her immediately, his right arm moving further into the center of her body to support her as his hand continues to rub her pussy to ride out her orgasm.

3 meters

Eunsook whimpers as her orgasm continues to rip through her body. Minho smacks her pussy a couple times with his fingers, knowing how much she likes it when he does that. He wishes he didn’t have to do this, but he gives her pussy a final rub before he wipes his wet fingers on her lower abdomen and silently drops his hand. The front of her dress swishes closed.

What a waste.

“You can let go of the railing now, Sookie.” he whispers.

1 meter

“Minho!”

Minho shifts his body more to the side of her, adjusting his suit jacket over his erection and turns around, shielding Eunsook completely from view. Minho brings the beer bottle still in his left hand up to his mouth to take a sip of the now warm beer.

Eunsook looks down and see how hard she’s been gripping the railing, her knuckles turning white. She takes deep breaths as she lets go and stretches out her fingers before adjusting the front of her dress, every movement causing her bare breasts to ripple outside her dress.

0 meters

“What are you two doing out here?” Leeteuk asks and he and his wife, Bo-ah approach.

“Just admiring the view, hyung. It’s nice to look at the night sky without all the light pollution from the city.”

Leeteuk and Bo-ah look up.

“You’re right, it is beautiful.” Leeteuk says, trying to look around Minho. Bo-ah murmurs in agreement.

Minho raises his arm to take another sip from his bottle.

“We just wanted to know if you and Eunsook wanted to join us on the dance floor.” Bo-ah asks.

Minho feels Eunsook tap the back of his arm.

“We would love too.” Minho says as he smiles, taking a seamless step backwards. “Right, honey?”

Eunsook appears, fully dressed, her cheeks have a beautiful flush and her eyes shine. Who is to know that flush isn’t the result of alcohol?

“Yes, that sounds lovely.” she says, smiling.

“Fantastic. Let’s all go inside.” Leeteuk says.

Minho turns his body and puts his hand on her shoulder as they start to walk inside.

“After you, my dear.”

As Leeteuk and Bo-ah turn around and walk towards the door, Minho drops his hand from her shoulder, his hand moving down the entire length of her back, before ending up in between her ass cheeks. Minho strokes his fingers up and down the intimate flesh as they walk towards the door.

Eunsook looks at him, biting her lip.

You’re killing me.

Minho takes another sip of beer as he continues to feel her up before tossing the bottle into recycling.

Good, because we aren’t done yet.

*Bo-ah is BoA’s real name.

*And of course, Minho recycles ^^. I wouldn’t write him any other way.

[withloveshinee]

Hello! This is my ONHO fic archive. Instead of recomendation, I would like just to archive them in one place so I can look back and re-read them. But it’s okay if you want to read them all too! All thanks and respect give to all these awesome authors who make all this fic!

anyone like to read #fanfiction like me?? esp the onho one?? XD i compiled my #onho (& #eunsook) fav #fics so everyone can read!!! it's 160+ fics in total.. yeaa it's quite a lot XD but!!!! the fics i mention here is only #fic i think i wanna read over and over again.. so in real i have been read (i think) almost every single of onho fics who exist lol ;)) i have quite standard (????) for that lol it's just my opinion tho! :D

ps: all fics is not mine! all credit and work all goes to the authors. i just compile fic that i like in one place.

[quagmireisadora]

rachanasapre replied to your post: Hi, once i heard a odd/hilarious convo between a...

This is niceeee… Will you write some more drabbles from this?? I loved the characterisation…. ❤️❤️

Thank you for reading <3

So the rest of the fic is showing up on browser. For those reading this on mobile, here’s the ending:

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They sat across the cabin from each other, several feet apart. “Hmm,” she acknowledged from her own perch on the window sill.

“You told me about your family. About how you only remembered the days you went to bed hungry, and there was always some kind of sickness around you,” Jinki reminded her. “I told you about my mother. How she would starve so I could eat. Do you remember what you said when you heard that?”

Minjung didn’t answer for a few minutes, looking out at the large solar reflectors in the horizon. “I said I never wanted a single person to ever feel hungry again,” she replied with residual determination from the memory of that day. “I said I would spend my life making sure of it.”

“And you have,” he assured her. An admiring smile played on his lips. He got up and walked to her, closing the distance between them and crouching by her knees. “You are, by far, the most brilliant person I have ever met in my life,” he said it less as a compliment and more as a fact.

She watched him; watched the sincerity play on the corners of his smile, pulling it into an even wider smile. Months ago she would’ve melted into that look. Months ago she would’ve leaned their foreheads together until all she could see of the world was the glint in Jinki’s eyes.

“I asked you this before, I know,” he continued. “But imagine what you could do for a place like Mars. Imagine! They would… they would flourish!” he let out a small chuckle. “Imagine how much you could achieve if you had their technology and their willpower behind you.”

“So all you wanted, all of those times,” Minjung started. “When you came here, when you spent all that time with me, when you got in bed with me and stayed till you ‘really couldn’t stay’,” she made quotes in the air like she was mocking him “All those times. You were recruiting me to the MCRN. I mean, you’re doing it now–!” she spoke to his denial.

“No. No,” he pulled away, smile fading as if to say here we go again. “I already told you, no. That’s not what I was doing. I already said that–that I really felt happy with you.”

“And that’s it?” she demanded.

He sighed stood up to move away from her again. “What do you want me to say?” he frowned, holding out his hands like he was trying to prove they were empty. He had nothing. “You want me to say I love you? Because that would be a lie. I can’t say that. I don’t think I can love you. Or any–”

“But you know how to fuck me,” she challenged, her voice rising with her anger. “Don’t you? You knew how to play with me, isn’t it? All those times you took me out on your ship,” she grated. “All those times you wanted your shitty fantasies of fucking in zero G. All of those times, you were just laughing at me. Weren’t you?” she nodded in question.

“How can you even say that?!” he asked incredulously.

“What else can I call it?!” she shot up from her seat.

He breathed, evenly at first, then deep. “Is that all I was to you?” There was hurt in his expression. “Just someone to fuck? Did we mean nothing more than that to you?” His tone was no higher than a whisper, flooded with echoes of past disappointments. “Is that all you got from me?”

Minjung looked at him in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, tell me. Tell me how worthless it was to spend time with me. Tell me how I gave you nothing,” he hissed. “Tell me how the idea of us going away from this… fucking dead-end of a place would’ve been more nothing!” he gestured wildly. “Say it! That’s what you felt all those months, isn’t it?”

“ I wanted a family with you!” she shouted, then ran her fingers through her hair. 

Jinki was dumbstruck. “A… a what?” he faltered.

She walked in a circle of frustration around the room before jumping close to him, pointing a finger at his chest. “I wanted to spend my life with you!” she spat. “I wanted us to have children! How did…” she held a palm to her forehead. “How did you never realize that?”

He walked backwards, until his calves met with a ledge where he sat down heavily, all the while staring at her.

With the distance reestablished between them, Minjung slumped a little where she stood. “You were the best,” she admitted tiredly. “Being with you, every second of it, was the absolute fucking best,” she felt the despondence of the last two months hug her frame tightly. “And all you ever talked about was Mars this, Earth that… you–” a stray tear dropped from her chin. “Did you ever stop to think what I want?”

“No…” Jinki whispered like he’d been told everything in this universe was a lie.

The admission put sound to something she already knew, and in that, doubled the effect it had on her. Minjung shook from the effort of trying to lock her sobs inside her lungs. “No,” she gasped. “You didn’t.”

“You were never…” the other shook his head, looking confused. “Minjunggie, I can’t–”

“You can’t love me?” she asked. “Is that what you’re going to say? That you can’t love anyone? Jinki, do you think that mattered to me?” she revealed. “I loved you anyway. Did you really think I couldn’t?”

“But, I can’t–”

“It didn’t matter. It never…”

He slowly rose to his feet and took a tentative step forward.

[onthighsbelongtotaemin]

i’m in the mood to make poor life decisions and a bit needy for attention.

anyone want to send me christmas themed prompts?  my fave pairings will be in the tags, please send the genres desired.  i’m also good with advent and familiar with hannukah (my mom bought her candles already) just oddly in the mood for christmas.

send ‘em in if you want otherwise have a pleasant whatever-time-of-the-day-it-is.  :) (have a pleasant whatever-time-of-the-day-it-is if you do send ‘em in too.)

[jinkisbelly]

I’ve started to post the revised version of my Onho chaptered fic I’ll walk on Ao3 if you’re interested. 

Side Het!taekey, ratings like pg-13 and I promise while there’s angst there isn’t any character death. 

[colorful-vvorld-blog]

Masterlist

 ❀Day 1❀

Title: Runaway Loves Prompt-#: 147 For: Blingdom on aff Pairing: JongKey Author: Ccamille on aff Word count: 9864 words Rating: PG-13 to M Warnings: Violence  Summary: Their love wasn't meant to be. No one wants them together and the world is against them. Two lovers make a rash decision and decide to run away together.  They are young and in love and think they can make it.  ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: To show the world Prompt-#: 22 For: ordinary32 on aff Pairing: Jonghyun/Key Author: kumo_is_kumo@AO3 & DW ; TimidLittleRabbit@AFF Word count: 4,000 words Rating: R Warnings: none Summary: Jonghyun is a famous idol who everyone thinks is dating a fellow artist, when in reality, he goes back home and gets welcomed with the warmest hug from his spouse. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Airwaves Prompt-#: 191 For: Anonymous Pairing: OnHo (Onew/Minho) Author: eyes0ny0u on tumblr & ao3 Word count: 13,905 words Rating: R (for language and violence) Warnings: Mentions of blood. 1 fight scene Summary: Minho is in love with his best friend and colleague, Jinki. He’s trying to decide if he should go big by risking losing a friend to get a chance at love. Or go home and watch from the sidelines - like always done. But someone keeps interfering and trying to bench him before he can make a move. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Perception Prompt-#: 141 For: aurora_arcanum@ao3 Pairing: OnTae (side character: Eunsook, Kibum) Author: onthighsbelongtotaemin@tumblr Word count: 8808 words Rating: R (Genre: Angst/Romance; Royal AU) Warnings: Non-explicit scenes of whippings, Non-explicit sexual scene Summary: “What do you see, Jinki?” he asks softly, eyes on the beauty before him. “Your highness?”  “When you look out there, at the land & the trees & the mountains.  What do you see?” “I see…all those things, your highness.” Taemin looks over then, looks at the face he admires & watches the bob of Jinki’s throat as he swallows.  He watches Jinki watching the sun set & then turns toward the scenery again. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Missed Calls Prompt-#: 55 For: key_umma @aff Pairing: Onkey Author: luvstars @aff & ao3 Word count: 2.4k words Rating: PG Warnings: No Warnings Summary: Jinki purposely misses Kibum's phone calls because he likes his ringtone. Based off this (link) ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 ❀Day 2❀

Title: Counting Down Prompt-#: 75 For: Anonymous Pairing: JongKey Author: bluefloral@aff Word count: 2,104 words Rating: PG 13 Warnings: N/A Summary: From “I love you... I’m just kidding” to “I love you and this time I mean it” ten years later. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Unlimited Prompt-#: 165 For: Anonymous Pairing: Jonghyun/Key Author: kumo_is_kumo@AO3 & DW; TimidLittleRabbit@AFF Word count: 8,395 words Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Girl!Key (Gwiboon), Het smut, Age gap (7 years) Summary: Single since birth, the twenty seven years old Gwiboon doesn’t expect to get her heart stolen by a band’s vocalist seven years younger than herself. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: A pick-up to pick up Prompt-#: 225 For: Anonymous Pairing: Taemin/Key Author: Anonymous Word count: 2900 words Rating: PG-15 Warnings: language, terrible attempts of humour Summary: Taemin can't get that cute guy out of his head and even though his best friend tries to tell him that cheesy pick-up lines are so yesterday, he is determined to try a last coup. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: All the small things Prompt-#: 39 For: @holyhock23 Pairing: Onew/Jonghyun Author: Anonymous Word count: 2414 words Rating: PG Warnings: none Summary: For a moment Jinki doubts what they have, but Jonghyun is right there, reminding him that they are, indeed, perfect. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Happier Prompt-#: 35 For: Anonymous Pairing: Onkey with past Jongyu ft. Best friends!Minkey  Author: Sweetmoon @aff ; priiserpa @twitter Word count: 13.197 words Rating: 16+ Warnings: This story contains: sexual harassment, irresponsible consumption of alcohol, some reflections on life and death that may be associated with some religions even if it was not my intention at all (PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMER!). Summary: The truth is: Kim Jonghyun can't remember much of when he was alive but he does remember Jinki's smile. But right now Jinki don't smile anymore, so before Jonghyun can continue with his afterlife he wants to make Jinki smile again, and the best way he can do it it`s helping Kim Kibum with his cute crush Jinki. Maybe he should be jealous, but how can he when Kibum seems like the perfect fit for his ex-boyfriend?  ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 ❀Day 3❀

Title: Dominance Prompt-#: 239 For: Anonymous Pairing: Jonghyun/Key Author: kumo_is_kumo@AO3 & DW; TimidLittleRabbit@AFF Word count: 2,876 words Rating: NC-17 Warnings: ABO!au, Omega!key, Alpha!jonghyun, Mafia, Minor character death, Smut, Rimming, Knotting Summary: Kibum is a feared and respected “alpha”. He has a secret that no one knows: his submissive side as an omega comes out when he is finally locked in a bedroom, together with Jonghyun, his personal bodyguard and his alpha mate. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Under These Stars Prompt-#: 74 For: Blingdom@aff Pairing: JongKey Author: Jongkeywedding@AFF Word count: 13.654 words Rating: 16+ Warnings: None Summary: Kibum forced Jonghyun to come camping with him. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Pick Up Lines Prompt-#: 146 For: @TypeYourAnswer Pairing: 2min Author: nonsensicalnonsense @aff & ao3 Word count: 1.7k words Rating: PG Warnings: No warnings Summary: All the times Minho uses horrible pickup lines on Taemin.  ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Remedy Prompt-#: 236 For: taender_kisses @ twitter Pairing: Key/Minho Author: LKChoi @ ao3 & aff Word count: 14,985 words Rating: R Warnings: Anxiety, PTSD, mentions of abuse Summary: Key is having difficulty recovering from an abusive relationship when meets Minho through a mutual friend. A friendship forms between the two, but soon, intimate feelings begin to bloom in their hearts. However, Kibum's paranoia keeps them teetering on the edge between friends and lovers. Will Minho help Key heal the wounds of his damaged heart? Or will Key succumb to the pain the scars have left behind?  ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Good, Better, Best Prompt-#: 102 For: Anonymous Pairing: het!Onkey (side het!2min) Author: Minew @ AO3 Word count: 2869 words Rating: PG Warnings: N/A Summary: The only consolation is that Gwiboon most likely also ruined Taeyeon’s day.  (In which Gwiboon and Taeyeon are high school rivals and meet once again at the ob-gyn). ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 ❀Day 4❀

Title: Symphysis Prompt-#: 138 For: aurora_arcanum @ao3 Pairing: JongKey Author: Mysterkey on ao3, w00key on tumblr Word count: 10,947 words Rating: PG-15 Warnings: N/A Summary: Forever isn't really as long as it seems. And love is for those naive enough to be redeemed.  ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Like roses, so red Prompt-#: 7 For: colormeaqua @ aff Pairing: JongKey [side!2min] Author: Blingdom @ aff Word count: 3800 words part 1 Rating: PG-13 for Part 1 Warnings: language (explicit sexual content in the final part) Summary: It's a flicker in the corner of his eye, the smallest sign of red. But Jonghyun sees it and realises who his Fated one is. They are connected by the red string of fate - so they must be meant to be. Yet, Kibum doesn't seem so keen on the idea (or is he?) ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Fear itself Prompt-#: 34 For: Anonymous Pairing: Taekey Author: anachronicwriting @tumblr Word count: 7,443 words Rating: PG Warnings: No warnings Summary: Happiness is made out of memories tied to each other, you can hold on to them, and they will pull you into the light. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Home Prompt-#: 61 For: Anonymous Pairing: OnTaeKai Author: onthighsbelongtotaemin@tumblr Word count: 2453 words Rating: PG Warnings: None Summary: Jongin thinks Taemin seems stressed so Jinki takes his boyfriends to the mountains for a day of fun.  ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Bitten  Prompt-#: 216 For: Anonymous Pairing: Jongkey Author: Ccamille @ Asianfanfics Word count: 11.264 words Rating: R Warnings: Cursing Summary: Jonghyun is a newly turned vampire, stuck in a weird coven that he hates, unable to escape or even go see his family until he learns to control himself, which could take years at the rate he's going (and refusing to drink blood definitely isn't helping). Jonghyun hates everything about that place. The only tolerable person there is Kibum, who has been a vampire much longer than Jonghyun. It's up to Kibum to teach Jonghyun that being a vampire doesn't have to be so bad. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 ❀Day 5❀

Title: Opia Prompt-#: 217 For: Anonymous Pairing: JongKey Author: eorumverba @ tumblr Word count: 6153 words Rating: NC-17  Warnings: graphic sexual scenes Summary: "So, Jonghyunnie," Taemin starts. He's still got that wicked grin on his lips. "Truth or dare?" "Truth!" "Is there anything you haven't told us? And not something little. Tell us something good." ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Embracing stereotypes Prompt-#: 249 For: -kimkyungri- @ aff Pairing: Jonghyun/Key (+sidepairings in later parts) Author: Blingdom@aff Word count: 2370 words (Part 1) Rating: PG-13 (for this part) Warnings: language (for this part) Summary: Kibum and Jonghyun are drawn to each other, knowing very well that there should be more. But there are many hurdles to overcome with Jonghyun being a popular member of their university's american football team and Kibum belonging to the cheerleader squad. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: 피리소릴 따라와 Prompt-#: 11 For: colormeaqua @ aff Pairing: Minho/Taemin Author: quagmireisadora @ tumblr Word count: 5775 words Rating: R Warnings: descriptions of gore / possibly inaccurate account of history Summary: In the annals of King Jabi of Silla is the tale of a terrible war. A demon reared its head from the north, weakening its enemies with spies and treachery. Once a close ally, Goguryeo broke all sacred ties between them when it forced a spear through the back of its neighbors. An army of a million men charged south, their faces painted with rage, their weapons bathed in blood. An army unlike any they had seen before marched for Wiryeseong and set it ablaze. Where once flowed a river of peace and prosperity, this beast left behind a charred wasteland of death and famine. It was at this decisive moment that Jabi, son of Nulji, kept his promise of friendship and sent forth a legion of elite warriors. Ten thousand hwarang raced to the defense of Baekjae, their horses flying through the mist and defeating every enemy that crossed their path. Undefeated were they, for their vanguard fought with the frenzy of wraiths from another realm. No sword could cut them down, no arrows could pierce their skin, no rain or snow could stop them. They glowed like gold under the sun, this undefeated army of soldiers that could not die. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Adapting to the Unforeseen Prompt-#: 221 For: Anonymous Pairing: Ontae (brief mention of Minkey) Author: pearlaqualove @tumblr Word count: 2541 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: cursing, Mentions of Heaven and Hell, Demons and Angels from someone with a very non-religious view so definitely not according to the bible.  Summary: Jinki didn't choose to have his life filled with the supernatural, but the supernatural kept choosing him ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Hourglass Prompt-#: 71 For: Anonymous Pairing: Onkey, side Jongho Author: Jinkisbelly @ Tumblr Word count: 22,824 words Rating: Pg-13, some NC-17 Warnings: A few main character deaths in past lifetimes, Transgender lifetime, a mention of abuse Summary: Just shy of his 28th birthday Kibum realizes the detailed dreams plaguing his nights the last few months are actually memories of his past lives, tethering him to another soul throughout time and space. He feels like he’s running out of sand in the hourglass of this lifetime to find them. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 ❀Day 6❀

Title: Love petals  Prompt-#: 122 For: Light_Voltage @ aff Pairing: JongKey Author: Lazyhope@Tumblr Word count: 7481 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: swearing and cursing Summary: Kibum trying to find out what's wrong with his best friend but nothing could have prepared him for what he found out. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Believer Prompt-#: 30 For: imadv0123 @ aff Pairing: Jongkey (2min if you really squint) Author: reikyrou@AFF Word count: 8033 words Rating: R Warnings: Nothing too major, but mentions of killing/murdering/crime Summary: The man before him didn’t look familiar – the young hacker would have remembered such a gorgeous man – but his voice. It was a voice he would recognize everywhere, having heard him speaking almost three years, nearly every day. His eyes widened, heart flipping at the mere thought that the other came here for him. [Lookout AU] ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Asking Works Wonders Prompt-#: 242 For: Anonymous Pairing: TaeKey (JongYu, JongHo) Author: SERiOuSLY@aff Word count: 10.112 words Rating: R Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex Summary: Taemin and Kibum are roomates, but Kibum isn't too impressed by Taemin's touchy-feely tendencies. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: A picture is all it takes Prompt-#: 100 For: @TypeYourAnswer Pairing: les!jongyu (Eunsook/Junghee) Author: taender_kisses @ twitter Word count: 1627 words Rating: PG Warnings: none Summary: Eunsook the singer and Junghee the novelist discover that they are fans of each other. Fangirling ensues. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Breath-Taking Prompt-#: 63 For: @vickey1314 Pairing: OnKey Author: JK_1423@Twitter Word count: 2000 words Rating: M Warnings: character death, violence Summary: On the night he lost his father, Jinki met Death. And somehow, he yearned to see 'him' again so Jinki did everything he could to see Death again. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 ❀Day 7❀

Title: The Correspondence of Kim Jonghyun Prompt-#: 214 For: Anonymous Pairing: JongKey, (OnTae), (Jonghyun/Others), (very slight JongHo), (technically Jonghyun/himself) Author: Figleaf@aff Word count: 24,900 words Rating: R Warnings: Jonghyun has undiagnosed PTSD and has some nightmares involving descriptions of violence and character death. No one is hurt in the main plot. Everyone drinks, smokes and swears more than they ought to. Summary: Jonghyun is an aspiring young writer in 1960s Seoul. He's currently working on his first novel, as well as a few other jobs to keep him afloat. One morning he comes to and realises that his dream had been exactly the same as the scene he'd been writing the night before. The next night the same thing happens again, and again. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: WRITTEN SERENADES Prompt-#: 142 For: Blingdom @ aff Pairing: Jongkey, side!2min Author: bluefloral@aff Word count: 4, 696 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Kim Jonghyun is dead set on stealing Kim Kibum’s heart through his lyrical letters. Let the parade of serenades begin. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Happily ever after Prompt-#: 170 For: Anonymous Pairing: OnHo Author: TypeYourAnswer @twitter Word count: 1,744 words Rating: PG Warnings: none Summary: [Paperman!au] Looking out of the window from his office, Minho notices a man frowning and looking utterly stressed in the office building across from him. Something inside him stirred, not knowing the reason, but wanting nothing more than to sooth the man's few tuffs of hair back into place and to see him smile. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Thursday Train Rides Prompt-#: 112 For: @holyhock23 Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun Author: Anonymous Word count: 2324 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: language Summary: Thursdays are Kim Jonghyun’s worst enemy, but this unbelievable tall student might just change his mind. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

 Title: Them. Prompt-#: 28 For: @vickey1314 Pairing: Jinki/Kibum, Onew/Kibum Author: Ace_Fahs @ao3 Word count: 7682 words (part1) Rating: T-rating, 16+ Warnings: multiple personality disorder, foul language, bad English since it’s not my first language. Summary: Lee Jinki was arrested for a murder case. He claimed he had no idea what happened. While awaiting trial, Jinki saw a psychiatrist, Kim Kibum, and when he went to trial he pleaded not guilty because of multiple personality disorder. He had five personalities (Onew, seems to have a bright personality but also mysterious; Jonghyun, the emotional and hot-tempered guy; Key, blunt, sarcastic and loves to nag; and Taemin, the youngest, a free spirited and rebellious teen) beside his own, and one of the dominant personalities, Onew, committed the murder. Jinki attempts to regain control over his life with the help of Kibum. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

[0nho]

for the prompts I recently posted, I assumed yall wanted onho, specifically 'regular' onho (not het or les, etc), so that's what I worked with.

if you want something in particular with the prompt you will have to let me know and I'd try to work from there.

[fortunetellersdilettante]

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ман гарм мешавам, ба шумо ниёз доред Вақте ки ман хунук мешавам Вақте ки ман ҷавон ҳастам ба шумо лозим аст Вақте ки ман пир мешавам Шумо дур нахоҳед буд Шумо дар он ҷо ҳастед Шумо дар он ҷо ҳастед Шумо он ҷо бо яроқҳои кушод ҳастед Шумо дар он ҷо ҳастед Шумо дар он ҷо ҳастед Ва ман давида Танҳо шумо ба ман медонед, ки чӣ гуна маро мешиносед Танҳо вақте ки ман бахшиш мекунам, маро мебахшед Ҳатто вақте ки ман ба он муроҷиат кардам Шумо дар он ҷо ҳастед Вақте ки шумо ба издиҳоми мардум дучор мешавед Вақте, ки шумо дар абрҳо мебошед Вақте ки шумо ба издиҳоми мардум дучор мешавед Вақте, ки шумо дар абрҳо мебошед Шумо дар он ҷо ҳастедTanho tu maro meşinosī Tarze, ki şumo maro meşinosed Tanho tu maro meʙaxşī Vaqte ki man ƣamgin meşavam Şumo vaqte ki man şikastam ʙa şumo nijoz dored Vaqte ki man soʙit meşavam Ba man lozim ast, vaqte ki man xuʙam Vaqte ki man ʙemor meşavam Dūstone, ki man ʙa onho takja mekunam Az dar nagired Onho misli darjo medavand Ammo na şumo Vaqte ki man aftodam, nameʙinam Xudro gum mekunam Ammo pas man şumoro meşunavam Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo on ço ʙo jaroqhoi kuşod hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Va man davida Dar zamina picirros mezanad Dar pasi darhoi ʙasta Man xudamro dar ʙetartiʙī giriftam va ʙe tu man ʙeştar daromadam Oh, man holo kame mast hastam Baroi hamin man ʙa çang raftam Oh, şumo huşjorii man hasted Vaqte ki man dar oşjonai Vaqte ki man aftodam, nameʙinam Xudro gum mekunam Ammo pas man şumoro meşunavam Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo on ço ʙo jaroqhoi kuşod hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Va man davida Tanho şumo ʙa man medoned, ki cī guna maro meşinosed Tanho vaqte ki man ʙaxşiş mekunam, maro meʙaxşed Hatto vaqte ki man ʙa on muroçiat kardam Şumo dar on ço hasted Vaqte ki man garm meşavam, ʙa şumo nijoz dored Vaqte ki man xunuk meşavam Vaqte ki man çavon hastam ʙa şumo lozim ast Vaqte ki man pir meşavam Şumo dur naxohed ʙud Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo on ço ʙo jaroqhoi kuşod hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Şumo dar on ço hasted Va man davida Tanho şumo ʙa man medoned, ki cī guna maro meşinosed Tanho vaqte ki man ʙaxşiş mekunam, maro meʙaxşed Hatto vaqte ki man ʙa on muroçiat kardam Şumo dar on ço hasted Vaqte ki şumo ʙa izdihomi mardum ducor meşaved Vaqte, ki şumo dar aʙrho meʙoşed Vaqte ki şumo ʙa izdihomi mardum ducor meşaved Vaqte, ki şumo dar aʙrho meʙoşed Şumo dar on ço hastedநீங்கள் மட்டுமே என்னை அறிவீர்கள் நீங்கள் என்னை அறிந்த விதம் நீங்கள் மட்டுமே என்னை மன்னித்து விடுங்கள் நான் வருந்தும்போது நான் உடைந்தவுடன் உங்களுக்குத் தேவை நான் சரி செய்யப்படும்போது நான் நலமாக இருக்கும்போது உங்களுக்குத் தேவை நான் நோய்வாய்ப்பட்டிருக்கும்போது நான் நம்பியிருக்கும் நண்பர்கள் வழியாக வர வேண்டாம் அவை நதியைப் போல ஓடுகின்றன ஆனால் நீங்கள் அல்ல நான் விழும்போது பார்க்க முடியாது என்னை இழந்து ஆனால் நீங்கள் அழைப்பதை நான் கேட்கிறேன் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நீங்கள் திறந்த ஆயுதங்களுடன் இருக்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நான் ஓடுகிறேன் பின்னணியில் கிசுகிசுக்கிறது மூடிய கதவுகளுக்கு பின்னால் நான் ஒரு க��ழப்பத்தில் சிக்கிக்கொண்டேன், நீங்கள் இல்லாமல் நான் அதிகமாக இருக்கிறேன் ஓ, நான் இப்போது கொஞ்சம் குடிபோதையில் இருக்கிறேன் அதனால்தான் நான் போருக்குச் சென்றேன் ஓ, நீ என் நிதானமானவன் நான் தரையில் இருக்கும்போது நான் விழும்போது பார்க்க முடியாது என்னை இழந்து ஆனால் நீங்கள் அழைப்பதை நான் கேட்கிறேன் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நீங்கள் திறந்த ஆயுதங்களுடன் இருக்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நான் ஓடுகிறேன் நீங்கள் என்னை அறிந்த விதத்தில் நீங்கள் மட்டுமே என்னை அறிவீர்கள் நான் வருந்தும்போது நீங்கள் மட்டுமே என்னை மன்னிப்பீர்கள் நான் அதை குழப்பும்போது கூட அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நான் சூடாக இருக்கும்போது உங்களுக்குத் தேவை நான் குளிராக இருக்கும்போது நான் இளமையாக இருக்கும்போது உங்களுக்குத் தேவை எனக்கு வயதாகும்போது நீங்கள் வெகு தொலைவில் இருக்க மாட்டீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நீங்கள் திறந்த ஆயுதங்களுடன் இருக்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நான் ஓடுகிறேன் நீங்கள் என்னை அறிந்த விதத்தில் நீங்கள் மட்டுமே என்னை அறிவீர்கள் நான் வருந்தும்போது நீங்கள் மட்டுமே என்னை மன்னிப்பீர்கள் நான் அதை குழப்பும்போது கூட அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள் நீங்கள் கூட்டத்தில் சிக்கும்போது நீங்கள் மேகங்களில் இருக்கும்போது நீங்கள் கூட்டத்தில் சிக்கும்போது நீங்கள் மேகங்களில் இருக்கும்போது அங்கு நிற்கிறீர்கள்Nīṅkaḷ maṭṭumē eṉṉai aṟivīrkaḷ nīṅkaḷ eṉṉai aṟinta vitam nīṅkaḷ maṭṭumē eṉṉai maṉṉittu viṭuṅkaḷ nāṉ varuntumpōtu nāṉ uṭaintavuṭaṉ uṅkaḷukkut tēvai nāṉ cari ceyyappaṭumpōtu nāṉ nalamāka irukkumpōtu uṅkaḷukkut tēvai nāṉ nōyvāyppaṭṭirukkumpōtu nāṉ nampiyirukkum naṇparkaḷ vaḻiyāka vara vēṇṭām avai natiyaip pōla ōṭukiṉṟaṉa āṉāl nīṅkaḷ alla nāṉ viḻumpōtu pārkka muṭiyātu eṉṉai iḻantu āṉāl nīṅkaḷ aḻaippatai nāṉ kēṭkiṟēṉ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nīṅkaḷ tiṟanta āyutaṅkaḷuṭaṉ irukkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nāṉ ōṭukiṟēṉ piṉṉaṇiyil kicukicukkiṟatu mūṭiya katavukaḷukku piṉṉāl nāṉ oru kuḻappattil cikkikkoṇṭēṉ, nīṅkaḷ illāmal nāṉ atikamāka irukkiṟēṉ ō, nāṉ ippōtu koñcam kuṭipōtaiyil irukkiṟēṉ ataṉāltāṉ nāṉ pōrukkuc ceṉṟēṉ ō, nī eṉ nitāṉamāṉavaṉ nāṉ taraiyil irukkumpōtu nāṉ viḻumpōtu pārkka muṭiyātu eṉṉai iḻantu āṉāl nīṅkaḷ aḻaippatai nāṉ kēṭkiṟēṉ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nīṅkaḷ tiṟanta āyutaṅkaḷuṭaṉ irukkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nāṉ ōṭukiṟēṉ nīṅkaḷ eṉṉai aṟinta vitattil nīṅkaḷ maṭṭumē eṉṉai aṟivīrkaḷ nāṉ varuntumpōtu nīṅkaḷ maṭṭumē eṉṉai maṉṉippīrkaḷ nāṉ atai kuḻappumpōtu kūṭa aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nāṉ cūṭāka irukkumpōtu uṅkaḷukkut tēvai nāṉ kuḷirāka irukkumpōtu nāṉ iḷamaiyāka irukkumpōtu uṅkaḷukkut tēvai eṉakku vayatākumpōtu nīṅkaḷ veku tolaivil irukka māṭṭīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nīṅkaḷ tiṟanta āyutaṅkaḷuṭaṉ irukkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nāṉ ōṭukiṟēṉ nīṅkaḷ eṉṉai aṟinta vitattil nīṅkaḷ maṭṭumē eṉṉai aṟivīrkaḷ nāṉ varuntumpōtu nīṅkaḷ maṭṭumē eṉṉai maṉṉippīrkaḷ nāṉ atai kuḻappumpōtu kūṭa aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷ nīṅkaḷ kūṭṭattil cikkumpōtu nīṅkaḷ mēkaṅkaḷil irukkumpōtu nīṅkaḷ kūṭṭattil cikkumpōtu nīṅkaḷ mēkaṅkaḷil irukkumpōtu aṅku niṟkiṟīrkaḷмине генә беләсең Сез мине ничек беләсез Син мине генә кичерәсең Гафу итегез Мин ватылганда сезгә кирәк Мин төзәткәндә Мин яхшы булганда сезгә кирәк Мин авырганда Мин таянган дуслар Throughтеп кермәгез Алар елга кебек йөгерәләр Ләкин сез түгел Мин егылганда күрә алмыйм Myselfземне югалту Ләкин соңыннан сезнең шалтыратуыгызны ишетәм Сез анда Сез анда Сез анда ачык куллар белән Сез анда Сез анда Мин йөгерәм Фонда пышылдаулар Ябык ишекләр артында Мин үземне чуалттым, синсез мин күбрәк Эх, мин хәзер бераз исерәм Шуңа күрә мин сугышка киттем Әйе, син минем акыллы Мин идәндә Мин егылганда күрә алмыйм Myselfземне югалту Ләкин соңыннан сезнең шалтыратуыгызны ишетәм Сез анда Сез анда Сез анда ачык куллар белән Сез анда Сез анда Мин йөгерәм Син мине генә беләсең Гафу иткәндә сез мине генә кичерәсез Мин аны бушатканда да Сез анда Мин кайнар вакытта сезгә кирәк Мин салкын булганда Мин сезгә яшь вакытта кирәк Мин картайгач Сез ерак булмассыз Сез анда Сез анда Сез анда ачык куллар белән Сез анда Сез анда Мин йөгерәм Син мине генә беләсең Гафу иткәндә сез мине генә кичерәсез Мин аны бушатканда да Сез анда Халыкка эләккәндә Син болытта торгач Халыкка эләккәндә Син болытта торгач Сез андаమీరు నాకు మాత్రమే తెలుసు మీరు నాకు తెలిసిన విధానం మీరు మాత్రమే నన్ను క్షమించు నన్ను క్షమించండి నేను విరిగినప్పుడు మీకు కావాలి నేను పరిష్కరించబడినప్పుడు నేను బాగా ఉన్నప్పుడు మీకు కావాలి నేను అనారోగ్యంతో ఉన్నప్పుడు నేను ఆధారపడే స్నేహితులు ద్వారా రావద్దు అవి నదిలా నడుస్తాయి కానీ మీరు కాదు నేను పడిపోతున్నప్పుడు చూడలేను నన్ను నేను కోల్పోతున్నాను కానీ మీరు పిలుస్తున్నట్లు నేను విన్నాను నువ్వు అక్కడ నువ్వు అక్కడ మీరు ఓపెన్ చేతులతో ఉన్నారు నువ్వు అక్కడ నువ్వు అక్కడ మరియు నేను నడుస్తున్నాను నేపథ్యంలో గుసగుసలు మూసిన తలుపుల వెనుక నేను గందరగోళంలో పడ్డాను మరియు మీరు లేకుండా నేను ఎక్కువ ఉన్నాను ఓహ్, నేను ఇప్పుడు కొద్దిగా తాగి ఉన్నాను అందుకే నేను యుద్ధానికి వెళ్ళాను ఓహ్, మీరు నా తెలివిగలవారు నేను నేలపై ఉన్నప్పుడు నేను పడిపోతున్నప్పుడు చూడలేను నన్ను నేను కోల్పోతున్నాను కానీ మీరు పిలుస్తున్నట్లు నేను విన్నాను నువ్వు అక్కడ నువ్వు అక్కడ మీరు ఓపెన్ చేతులతో ఉన్నారు నువ్వు అక్కడ నువ్వు అక్కడ మరియు నేను నడుస్తున్నాను మీరు నాకు తెలిసిన విధంగా మీరు మాత్రమే నాకు తెలుసు నన్ను క్షమించినప్పుడు మీరు మాత్రమే నన్ను క్షమించు నేను గందరగోళంలో ఉన్నప్పుడు కూడా నువ్వు అక్కడ నేను వేడిగా ఉన్నప్పుడు మీకు కావాలి నేను చల్లగా ఉన్నప్పుడు నేను చిన్నతనంలో మీకు కావాలి నేను వృద్ధాప్యంలో ఉన్నప్పుడు మీరు చాలా దూరం ఉండరు నువ్వు అక్కడ నువ్వు అక్కడ మీరు ఓపెన్ చేతులతో ఉన్నారు నువ్వు అక్కడ నువ్వు అక్కడ మరియు నేను నడుస్తున్నాను మీరు నాకు తెలిసిన విధంగా మీరు మాత్రమే నాకు తెలుసు నన్ను క్షమించినప్పుడు మీరు మాత్రమే నన్ను క్షమించు నేను గందరగోళంలో ఉన్నప్పుడు కూడా నువ్వు అక్కడ మీరు జనసమూహంలో చిక్కుకున్నప్పుడు మీరు మేఘాలలో ఉన్నప్పుడు మీరు జనసమూహంలో చిక్కుకున్నప్పుడు మీరు మేఘాలలో ఉన్నప్పుడు నువ్వు అక్కడMīru nāku mātramē telusu mīru nāku telisina vidhānaṁ mīru mātramē nannu kṣamin̄cu nannu kṣamin̄caṇḍi nēnu viriginappuḍu mīku kāvāli nēnu pariṣkarin̄cabaḍinappuḍu nēnu bāgā unnappuḍu mīku kāvāli nēnu anārōgyantō unnappuḍu nēnu ādhārapaḍē snēhitulu dvārā rāvaddu avi nadilā naḍustāyi kānī mīru kādu nēnu paḍipōtunnappuḍu cūḍalēnu nannu nēnu kōlpōtunnānu kānī mīru pilustunnaṭlu nēnu vinnānu nuvvu akkaḍa nuvvu akkaḍa mīru ōpen cētulatō unnāru nuvvu akkaḍa nuvvu akkaḍa mariyu nēnu naḍustunnānu nēpathyanlō gusagusalu mūsina talupula venuka nēnu gandaragōḷanlō paḍḍānu mariyu mīru lēkuṇḍā nēnu ekkuva unnānu ōh, nēnu ippuḍu koddigā tāgi unnānu andukē nēnu yud'dhāniki veḷḷānu ōh, mīru nā telivigalavāru nēnu nēlapai unnappuḍu nēnu paḍipōtunnappuḍu cūḍalēnu nannu nēnu kōlpōtunnānu kānī mīru pilustunnaṭlu nēnu vinnānu nuvvu akkaḍa nuvvu akkaḍa mīru ōpen cētulatō unnāru nuvvu akkaḍa nuvvu akkaḍa mariyu nēnu naḍustunnānu mīru nāku telisina vidhaṅgā mīru mātramē nāku telusu nannu kṣamin̄cinappuḍu mīru mātramē nannu kṣamin̄cu nēnu gandaragōḷanlō unnappuḍu kūḍā nuvvu akkaḍa nēnu vēḍigā unnappuḍu mīku kāvāli nēnu callagā unnappuḍu nēnu cinnatananlō mīku kāvāli nēnu vr̥d'dhāpyanlō unnappuḍu mīru cālā dūraṁ uṇḍaru nuvvu akkaḍa nuvvu akkaḍa mīru ōpen cētulatō unnāru nuvvu akkaḍa nuvvu akkaḍa mariyu nēnu naḍustunnānu mīru nāku telisina vidhaṅgā mīru mātramē nāku telusu nannu kṣamin̄cinappuḍu mīru mātramē nannu kṣamin̄cu nēnu gandaragōḷanlō unnappuḍu kūḍā nuvvu akkaḍa mīru janasamūhanlō cikkukunnappuḍu mīru mēghālalō unnappuḍu mīru janasamūhanlō cikkukunnappuḍu mīru mēghālalō unnappuḍu nuvvu akkaḍaเท่านั้นที่รู้จักฉัน ในแบบที่คุณรู้จักฉัน คุณเท่านั้นที่ให้อภัยฉัน เมื่อฉันขอโทษ ต้องการ��ุณเมื่อฉันแตก เมื่อฉันได้รับการแ��้ไข ต้องการคุณเมื่อฉันสบายดี เมื่อฉันไม่สบาย เพื่อนที่ฉันไว้ใจ อย่าผ่าน พวกเขาวิ่งเหมือนแม่น้ำ แต่ไม่ใช่คุณ มองไม่เห็นเมื่อฉันล้ม สูญเสียตัวเอง แต่ฉันได้ยินคุณโทรมา นั่นแหละ นั่นแหละ คุณอยู่ที่นั่นด้วยอ้าแขน นั่นแหละ นั่นแหละ และฉันก็วิ่ง กระซิบในพื้นหลัง ด้านหลังประตูปิด ฉันยุ่งเหยิงและไม่มีเธออยู่เลย โอ้ตอนนี้ฉันเมาเล็กน้อย นั่นเป็นเหตุผลที่ฉันไปทำสงคราม โอ้ใช่คุณเป็นคนเงียบขรึมของฉัน เมื่อฉันอยู่บนพื้น มองไม่เห็นเมื่อฉันล้ม สูญเสียตัวเอง แต่ฉันได้ยินคุณโทรมา นั่นแหละ นั่นแหละ คุณอยู่ที่นั่นด้วยอ้าแขน นั่นแหละ นั่นแหละ และฉันก็วิ่ง มีเพียงเธอเท่านั้นที่รู้จักฉันในแบบที่คุณรู้จัก คุณเท่านั้นที่ให้อภัยฉันเมื่อฉันขอโทษ แม้ว่าฉันจะทำมันยุ่ง นั่นแหละ ต้องการคุณเมื่อฉันร้อน เมื่อฉันเย็นชา ต้องการคุณเมื่อฉันยังเด็ก เมื่อฉันแก่ คุณจะไม่ไกล นั่นแหละ นั่นแหละ คุณอยู่ที่นั่นด้วยอ้าแขน นั่นแหละ นั่นแหละ และฉันก็วิ่ง มีเพียงเธอเท่านั้นที่รู้จักฉันในแบบที่คุณรู้จัก คุณเท่านั้นที่ให้อภัยฉันเมื่อฉันขอโทษ แม้ว่าฉันจะทำมันยุ่ง นั่นแหละ เมื่อคุณติดกับฝูงชน เมื่อคุณขึ้นไปบนเมฆ เมื่อคุณติดกับฝูงชน เมื่อคุณขึ้นไปบนเมฆ นั่นแหละKhuṇ thèānận thī̀ rū̂cạk c̄hạn nı bæb thī̀ khuṇ rū̂cạk c̄hạn khuṇ thèānận thī̀ h̄ı̂xp̣hạy c̄hạn meụ̄̀x c̄hạn k̄hxthos̄ʹ t̂xngkār khuṇ meụ̄̀x c̄hạn tæk meụ̄̀x c̄hạn dị̂ rạb kār kæ̂k̄hị t̂xngkār khuṇ meụ̄̀x c̄hạn s̄bāy dī meụ̄̀x c̄hạn mị̀ s̄bāy pheụ̄̀xn thī̀ c̄hạn wị̂cı xỳā p̄h̀ān phwk k̄heā wìng h̄emụ̄xn mæ̀n̂ả tæ̀ mị̀chı̀ khuṇ mxng mị̀ h̄ĕn meụ̄̀x c̄hạn l̂m s̄ūỵ s̄eīy tạw xeng tæ̀ c̄hạn dị̂yin khuṇ thor mā nạ̀nh̄æla nạ̀nh̄æla khuṇ xyū̀ thī̀ nạ̀n d̂wy x̂ā k̄hæn nạ̀nh̄æla nạ̀nh̄æla læa c̄hạn k̆ wìng krasib nı phụ̄̂n h̄lạng d̂ān h̄lạng pratū pid c̄hạn yùngh̄eying læa mị̀mī ṭhex xyū̀ ley xô txn nī̂ c̄hạn meā lĕkn̂xy nạ̀n pĕn h̄etup̄hl thī̀ c̄hạn pị thả s̄ngkhrām xô chı̀ khuṇ pĕn khn ngeīyb k̄hrụm k̄hxng c̄hạn meụ̄̀x c̄hạn xyū̀ bn phụ̄̂n mxng mị̀ h̄ĕn meụ̄̀x c̄hạn l̂m s̄ūỵ s̄eīy tạw xeng tæ̀ c̄hạn dị̂yin khuṇ thor mā nạ̀nh̄æla nạ̀nh̄æla khuṇ xyū̀ thī̀ nạ̀n d̂wy x̂ā k̄hæn nạ̀nh̄æla nạ̀nh̄æla læa c̄hạn k̆ wìng mī pheīyng ṭhex thèānận thī̀ rū̂cạk c̄hạn nı bæb thī̀ khuṇ rū̂cạk khuṇ thèānận thī̀ h̄ı̂xp̣hạy c̄hạn meụ̄̀x c̄hạn k̄hxthos̄ʹ mæ̂ẁā c̄hạn ca thả mạn yùng nạ̀nh̄æla t̂xngkār khuṇ meụ̄̀x c̄hạn r̂xn meụ̄̀x c̄hạn yĕn chā t̂xngkār khuṇ meụ̄̀x c̄hạn yạng dĕk meụ̄̀x c̄hạn kæ̀ khuṇ ca mị̀ kịl nạ̀nh̄æla nạ̀nh̄æla khuṇ xyū̀ thī̀ nạ̀n d̂wy x̂ā k̄hæn nạ̀nh̄æla nạ̀nh̄æla læa c̄hạn k̆ wìng mī pheīyng ṭhex thèānận thī̀ rū̂cạk c̄hạn nı bæb thī̀ khuṇ rū̂cạk khuṇ thèānận thī̀ h̄ı̂xp̣hạy c̄hạn meụ̄̀x c̄hạn k̄hxthos̄ʹ mæ̂ẁā c̄hạn ca thả mạn yùng nạ̀nh̄æla meụ̄̀x khuṇ tid kạb f̄ūng chn meụ̄̀x khuṇ k̄hụ̂n pị bn meḳh meụ̄̀x khuṇ tid kạb f̄ūng chn meụ̄̀x khuṇ k̄hụ̂n pị bn meḳh nạ̀nh̄ælasadece sen tanıyorsun Beni tanıma şeklin Beni sadece sen affettin Özür dilerim Kırıldığımda sana ihtiyacım var Düzelttiğimde İyiyken sana ihtiyacım var Hasta olduğumda Güvendiğim arkadaşlar Gelme Nehir gibi koşuyorlar Ama sen değil Düştüğümde göremiyorum Kendimi kaybetmek Ama sonra aradığını duydum İşte buradasın İşte buradasın Orada açık kollar var İşte buradasın İşte buradasın Ve koşuyorum Arka planda fısıltılar Kapalı kapılar ardında Kendimi bir karmaşa içinde buldum ve sensiz daha fazla Oh, şimdi biraz sarhoşum Bu yüzden savaşa gittim Oh evet, sen benim ayığımsın Yerdeyken Düştüğümde göremiyorum Kendimi kaybetmek Ama sonra aradığını duydum İşte buradasın İşte buradasın Orada açık kollar var İşte buradasın İşte buradasın Ve koşuyorum Beni sadece senin bildiğin şekilde biliyorsun Özür dilerim beni sadece sen affettin Onu berbat ettiğimde bile İşte buradasın Ateşliyken sana ihtiyacım var Üşüdüğümde Gençken sana ihtiyacım var Ben yaşlandığımda Uzak olmayacaksın İşte buradasın İşte buradasın Orada açık kollar var İşte buradasın İşte buradasın Ve koşuyorum Beni sadece senin bildiğin şekilde biliyorsun Özür dilerim beni sadece sen affettin Onu berbat ettiğimde bile İşte buradasın Kalabalığa yakalandığın zaman Bulutların arasındayken Kalabalığa yakalandığın zaman Bulutların arasındayken İşte buradasındiňe tanaýarsyňyz Meni tanaýşyňyz Diňe meni bagyşlaýarsyň Bagyşlaň Men döwülenimde saňa gerek Men düzediş edenimde Gowy wagtym saňa gerek Sickarawsyz wagtym Meniň bil baglaýan dostlarym Geçme Derýa ýaly ylgaýarlar Emma sen däl Fellykylanymda görüp bilemok Özümi ýitirýärin Thenöne soň jaň edýändigiňizi eşidýärin Sen şol ýerde Sen şol ýerde Sen aç-açan Sen şol ýerde Sen şol ýerde Men ylgaýaryn Yzky fonda pyşyrdamak Closedapyk gapylaryň aňyrsynda Özümi bulaşdyrdym, sensiz men has köp Aý, men häzir biraz serhoş boldum Şonuň üçin söweşe gitdim Aý, sen meniň akylly Men polda bolanymda Fellykylanymda görüp bilemok Özümi ýitirýärin Thenöne soň jaň edýändigiňizi eşidýärin Sen şol ýerde Sen şol ýerde Sen aç-açan Sen şol ýerde Sen şol ýerde Men ylgaýaryn Diňe meni tanaýşyň ýaly tanaýarsyň Bagyşlanyňyzda diňe meni bagyşlarsyňyz Ony bulaşdyranymda-da Sen şol ýerde Gyzgyn wagtym saňa gerek Sowuk bolanymda Youngaş wagtym saňa gerek Men garranymda Uzak bolmaz Sen şol ýerde Sen şol ýerde Sen aç-açan Sen şol ýerde Sen şol ýerde Men ylgaýaryn Diňe meni tanaýşyň ýaly tanaýarsyň Bagyşlanyňyzda diňe meni bagyşlarsyňyz Ony bulaşdyranymda-da Sen şol ýerde Köpçüligiň içinde tutulanyňyzda Bulutlara çykanyňyzda Köpçüligiň içinde tutulanyňyzda Bulutlara çykanyňyzda Sen şol ýerdeмене знаєш Те, як ви мене знаєте Тільки ти мені простиш Коли мені шкода Вам потрібні, коли я зламаний Коли я виправлюсь Вам потрібні, коли мені добре Коли я хворий Друзі, на які я покладаюся Не проходьте Вони бігають, як річка Але не ти Не бачу, коли я падаю Втрачаю себе Але тоді я чую, як ти дзвониш Ось ти де Ось ти де Ти там з розпростертими обіймами Ось ти де Ось ти де І я біжу Шепіт на задньому плані За закритими дверима Я потрапив у безлад і без тебе я в більше Ой, я зараз трохи п’яний Тому я пішов на війну О так, ти твій тверезий Коли я на підлозі Не бачу, коли я падаю Втрачаю себе Але тоді я чую, як ти дзвониш Ось ти де Ось ти де Ти там з розпростертими обіймами Ось ти де Ось ти де І я біжу Тільки ти мене знаєш так, як ти мене знаєш Тільки ти простиш мені, коли мені шкода Навіть коли я це заплутав Ось ти де Вам потрібні, коли мені жарко Коли мені холодно Вам потрібні, коли я молода Коли я старий Ви далеко не будете Ось ти де Ось ти де Ти там з розпростертими обіймами Ось ти де Ось ти де І я біжу Тільки ти мене знаєш так, як ти мене знаєш Тільки ти простиш мені, коли мені шкода Навіть коли я це заплутав Ось ти де Коли вас спіймають натовпи Коли ти в хмарах Коли вас спіймають натовпи Коли ти в хмарах Ось ти деTilʹky ty mene znayesh Te, yak vy mene znayete Tilʹky ty meni prostysh Koly meni shkoda Vam potribni, koly ya zlamanyy Koly ya vypravlyusʹ Vam potribni, koly meni dobre Koly ya khvoryy Druzi, na yaki ya pokladayusya Ne prokhodʹte Vony bihayutʹ, yak richka Ale ne ty Ne bachu, koly ya padayu Vtrachayu sebe Ale todi ya chuyu, yak ty dzvonysh Osʹ ty de Osʹ ty de Ty tam z rozprostertymy obiymamy Osʹ ty de Osʹ ty de I ya bizhu Shepit na zadnʹomu plani Za zakrytymy dveryma YA potrapyv u bezlad i bez tebe ya v bilʹshe Oy, ya zaraz trokhy pʺyanyy Tomu ya pishov na viynu O tak, ty tviy tverezyy Koly ya na pidlozi Ne bachu, koly ya padayu Vtrachayu sebe Ale todi ya chuyu, yak ty dzvonysh Osʹ ty de Osʹ ty de Ty tam z rozprostertymy obiymamy Osʹ ty de Osʹ ty de I ya bizhu Tilʹky ty mene znayesh tak, yak ty mene znayesh Tilʹky ty prostysh meni, koly meni shkoda Navitʹ koly ya tse zaplutav Osʹ ty de Vam potribni, koly meni zharko Koly meni kholodno Vam potribni, koly ya moloda Koly ya staryy Vy daleko ne budete Osʹ ty de Osʹ ty de Ty tam z rozprostertymy obiymamy Osʹ ty de Osʹ ty de I ya bizhu Tilʹky ty mene znayesh tak, yak ty mene znayesh Tilʹky ty prostysh meni, koly meni shkoda Navitʹ koly ya tse zaplutav Osʹ ty de Koly vas spiymayutʹ natovpy Koly ty v khmarakh Koly vas spiymayutʹ natovpy Koly ty v khmarakh Osʹ ty de ہو جس طرح تم مجھے جانتے ہو صرف آپ نے مجھے معاف کیا جب مجھے افسوس ہے آپ کی ضرورت ہے جب میں ٹوٹ جاتا ہوں جب میں فکس ہوں آپ کی ضرورت ہے جب میں خیریت سے ہوں جب میں بیمار ہوں دوستو جس پر میں بھروسہ کرتا ہوں کے ذریعے نہیں آتے ہیں وہ دریا کی طرح بھاگتے ہیں لیکن تم نہیں نہیں دیکھ سکتا جب میں گر رہا ہوں اپنے آپ کو کھو رہا ہوں لیکن پھر میں آپ کو فون کرتا ہوں آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں کھلے بازوؤں کے ساتھ ہیں آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں ہیں اور میں بھاگتا ہوں پس منظر میں سرگوشی بند دروازوں کے پیچھے میں خود کو ایک گندگی میں پھنس گیا اور آپ کے بغیر میں اور بھی ہوں اوہ ، میں اب تھوڑا سا نشے میں ہوں اسی لئے میں جنگ میں گیا تھا اوہ ہاں ، آپ میرے اچھے ہیں جب میں فرش پر ہوں نہیں دیکھ سکتا جب میں گر رہا ہوں اپنے آپ کو کھو رہا ہوں لیکن پھر میں آپ کو فون کرتا ہوں آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں کھلے بازو لے کر آئے ہو آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں ہیں اور میں بھاگتا ہوں جس طرح تم مجھے جانتے ہو وہی تم مجھے جانتے ہو جب آپ معذرت خواہ ہوں تو صرف آپ نے مجھے معاف کیا یہاں تک کہ جب میں نے اسے گڑبڑا کیا آپ وہاں ہیں جب میں گرم ہوں تو آپ کی ضرورت ہے جب میں سرد ہوں آپ کی ضرورت ہے جب میں جوان ہوں جب میں بوڑھا ہوں آپ زیادہ دور نہیں ہوں گے آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں کھلے بازو لے کر آئے ہو آپ وہاں ہیں آپ وہاں ہیں اور میں بھاگتا ہوں جس طرح تم مجھے جانتے ہو وہی تم مجھے جانتے ہو جب آپ معذرت خواہ ہوں تو صرف آپ نے مجھے معاف کیا یہاں تک کہ جب میں نے اسے گڑبڑا کیا آپ وہاں ہیں جب آپ بھیڑ میں پھنس جاتے ہیں جب آپ بادلوں میں ہوں گے جب آپ بھیڑ میں پھنس جاتے ہیں جب آپ بادلوں میں ہوں گے آپ وہاں ہیںتونۇيسىز مېنى تونۇغان يول پەقەت مېنى مەغپىرەت كەچۈرۈڭ مەن بۇزۇلغاندا سىزگە ئېھتىياجلىق مەن مۇقىم بەردىم چاغدا مەن ياخشى بولغاندا سىزگە ئېھتىياجلىق مەن كېسەل بولغاندا مەن تايىنىپ دوست دەپ كەلمەڭ ئۇلار دەريادەك يۈگۈرەيدۇ لېكىن سىز يىقىلىپ چۈشكىنىمنى كۆرەلمەيمەن ئۆزۈمنى يوقىتىپ قويدۇم ئەمما مەن سىلەر دەۋەت ئاڭلىغان ئۇ يەردە ئۇ يەردە سىز ئوچۇق قوراللىق بار بولسىڭىز ئۇ يەردە ئۇ يەردە مەن ئىجرا ئارقا سۇپىدا پىچىرلايدۇ يېپىق ئىشىكلەرنىڭ كەينىدە مەن بىر قالايمىغان قىلىۋېتىشى بىلەن ئۆزۈمنى تۇرۇپ, سىلەرگە ئالماي تۇرۇپ مەن تېخىمۇ كەتتىم ھە ، مەن ھازىر سەل مەست بولۇپ قالدىم شۇڭلاشقا مەن ئۇرۇشقا باردىم yeah ھە, مېنىڭ سالماق بار مەن يەردە يىقىلىپ چۈشكىنىمنى كۆرەلمەيمەن ئۆزۈمدىن ئايرىلىپ ئەمما كېيىن سىزنىڭ تېلېفون قىلىۋاتقانلىقىڭىزنى ئاڭلايمەن ئۇ يەردە سىز بار ئۇ يەردە ئوچۇق قول بار ئۇ يەردە سىز بار مەن يۈگۈرەيمەن پەقەت سىز مېنى تونۇغاندەك بىلىسىز مەن كەچۈرۈڭ چاغدا پەقەت مېنى مەغپىرەت ئۇنى قالايمىقان قىلىۋەتكەندىمۇ ئۇ يەردە مەن ئىسسىق بولسام سىلەرنى كېرەك مەن سوغۇق بولغاندا ياش ۋاقتىمدا سىزگە ئېھتىياجلىق مەن ياشىنىپ قالغان بولساممۇ چاغدا سىز يىراق ئەمەس ئۇ يەردە سىز بار ئۇ يەردە ئوچۇق قول بار ئۇ يەردە سىز بار مەن يۈگۈرەيمەن پەقەت سىز مېنى تونۇغاندەك بىلىسىز مەن كەچۈرۈڭ چاغدا پەقەت مېنى مەغپىرەت ئۇنى قالايمىقان قىلىۋەتكەندىمۇ ئۇ يەردە سىز كۆپچىلىككە قىلىپ تۇتۇلۇپ بولسىڭىز چاغدا بۇلۇتقا چىققاندا كىشىلەر توپىغا چۈشۈپ قالغاندا سىز بۇلۇتلار ئىچىدە ۋاز بولسىڭىز چاغدا ئۇ يەردەbilasiz Meni qanday taniysan Meni faqat siz kechirasiz Kechirasiz Men singan bo'lganimda sizga kerak Men tuzatganimda Men yaxshi bo'lganimda sizga kerak Kasal bo'lganimda Men ishonadigan do'stlar O'tmaysiz Ular daryo kabi yugurishadi Ammo siz emas Yiqilib tushganimni ko'ra olmayapman O'zimni yo'qotish Ammo keyin sizning qo'ng'iroq qilayotganingizni eshitaman Mana qayerda ekansan Mana qayerda ekansan Siz u erda ochiq qo'llardasiz Mana qayerda ekansan Mana qayerda ekansan Va men yuguraman Orqa fonda pichirlash Yopiq eshiklar ortida Men o'zimni chalkashtirib yubordim va sizsiz men ko'proq narsaga tushaman Oh, men ozgina mastman Shuning uchun men urushga bordim Ha, sen mening aql-idrokimsan Men polda yotganimda Yiqilib tushganimni ko'ra olmayapman O'zimni yo'qotish Ammo keyin sizning qo'ng'iroq qilayotganingizni 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Nguwe kuphela undixolele Xa ndisole Ndiyakudinga xa ndophukile Xa ndilungisiwe Ndiyakudinga xa uphilile Xa ndigula Abahlobo endixhomekeke kubo Musa ukugqitha Ibaleka ngathi ngumfula Kodwa ayinguwe Andiboni xa ndisiwa Ndilahlekile Kodwa ke ndiyeva ndikubiza Naku ulapha Naku ulapha Ulapho ngeengalo ezivulekile Naku ulapha Naku ulapha Ndibaleke Iimpundu ngasemva Emva kweminyango evaliweyo Ndizifumene kumdaka kwaye ngaphandle kwakho ndingena ngaphezulu Ooh, ndinxila kancinci Yiyo loo nto ndaya emfazweni Owu, ewe, ungumntu wam ophaphileyo Xa ndikumgangatho Andiboni xa ndisiwa Ndilahlekile Kodwa ke ndiyeva ndikubiza Naku ulapha Naku ulapha Ulapho ngeengalo ezivulekileyo Naku ulapha Naku ulapha Ndibaleke Nguwe kuphela owandazi ngale ndlela undazi ngayo Nguwe kuphela ondixolelayo xa ndixolile Naxa ndiyichithile Naku ulapha Ndiyakudinga xa ndishushu Xa ndibanda Ndiyakudinga xa ndimncinci Xa ndimdala Awuyi kuba kude Naku ulapha Naku ulapha Ulapho ngeengalo ezivulekileyo Naku ulapha Naku ulapha Ndibaleke Nguwe kuphela owandazi ngale ndlela undazi ngayo Nguwe kuphela ondixolelayo xa ndixolile Naxa ndiyichithile Naku ulapha Xa ubanjiwe sisihlwele Xa uvukile emafini Xa ubanjiwe sisihlwele Xa uvukile emafini Naku ulaphaמיר די וועג איר קענט מיר נאָר איר מוחל מיר ווען איך בין נעבעכדיק דאַרפֿן איר ווען איך בין צעבראכן ווען איך בין פאַרפעסטיקט דאַרפֿן איר ווען איך בין געזונט ווען איך בין קראַנק פרענדז אויף וואָס איך פאַרלאָזנ זיך צי ניט קומען דורך זיי לויפן ווי דער טייַך אָבער נישט איר קען נישט זען ווען איך פאַלן לאָסינג זיך אָבער דעמאָלט איך הערן איר פאַך דארט ביסטו דארט ביסטו איר ניטאָ דאָרט מיט עפענען געווער דארט ביסטו דארט ביסטו און איך לויף שושקען אין דער הינטערגרונט הינטער פארמאכט טירן איך גאַט זיך אין אַ באַלאַגאַן און אָן איר איך בין אין מער טאַקע, איך בין אַ ביסל שיקער איצט דערפֿאַר בין איך געפֿאָרן אין מלחמה טאַקע יאָ, איר זענט מיין ניכטער ווען איך בין אויף די שטאָק קען נישט זען ווען איך פאַלן לאָסינג זיך אָבער דעמאָלט איך הערן איר פאַך דארט ביסטו דארט ביסטו איר ניטאָ דאָרט מיט עפענען געווער דארט ביסטו דארט ביסטו און איך לויף נאָר איר קענט מיר ווי איר קענט מיר נאָר איר מוחל מיר ווען איך בין נעבעכדיק אפילו ווען איך מעסט עס דארט ביסטו דאַרפֿן איר ווען איך בין הייס ווען איך בין קאַלט דאַרפֿן איר ווען איך בין יונג ווען איך בין אַלט איר וועט ניט זיין ווייַט דארט ביסטו דארט ביסטו איר ניטאָ דאָרט מיט עפענען געווער דארט ביסטו דארט ביסטו און איך לויף נאָר איר קענט מיר ווי איר קענט מיר נאָר איר מוחל מיר ווען איך בין נעבעכדיק אפילו ווען איך מעסט עס דארט ביסטו ווען איר זענט געכאפט אין די קראַודז ווען איר 'רע אַרויף אין די וואלקנס ווען איר זענט געכאפט אין די קראַודז ווען איר 'רע אַרויף אין די וואלקנס דארט ביסטוnor ir kent mir di veg ir kent mir nor ir mukhl mir ven ikh bin nebekhdik darfn ir ven ikh bin tsebrakhn ven ikh bin farfestikt darfn ir ven ikh bin gezunt ven ikh bin krank frendz aoyf vos ikh farlozn zikh tsi nit kumen durkh zey loyfn vi der taykh ober nisht ir ken nisht zen ven ikh faln losing zikh ober demolt ikh hern ir fakh dart bistu dart bistu ir nito dort mit efenen gever dart bistu dart bistu aun ikh loyf shushken in der hintergrunt hinter farmakht tirn ikh gat zikh in a balagan aun on ir ikh bin in mer take, ikh bin a bisl shiker itst derfar bin ikh geforn in mlkhmh take yo, ir zent meyn nikhter ven ikh bin aoyf di shtok ken nisht zen ven ikh faln losing zikh ober demolt ikh hern ir fakh dart bistu dart bistu ir nito dort mit efenen gever dart bistu dart bistu aun ikh loyf nor ir kent mir vi ir kent mir nor ir mukhl mir ven ikh bin nebekhdik afilu ven ikh mest es dart bistu darfn ir ven ikh bin heys ven ikh bin kalt darfn ir ven ikh bin iung ven ikh bin alt ir vet nit zeyn vayt dart bistu dart bistu ir nito dort mit efenen gever dart bistu dart bistu aun ikh loyf nor ir kent mir vi ir kent mir nor ir mukhl mir ven ikh bin nebekhdik afilu ven ikh mest es dart bistu ven ir zent gekhaft in di kraudz ven ir 're aroyf in di valkns ven ir zent gekhaft in di kraudz ven ir 're aroyf in di valkns dart bistu Iwo nikan lo ye mi Ọna ti o mọ mi Iwọ nikan dariji mi Nigbati inu mi ba dun Nilo rẹ nigbati Mo bajẹ Nigbati mo wa titi Nilo re nigbati mo wa ni ilera Nigbati mo ba nṣaisan Awọn ọrẹ ti Mo gbarale Maṣe wa nipase Wọn sare bi odo Ṣugbọn kii ṣe iwọ Ko le ri nigba ti Mo n ṣubu Padanu ara mi Ṣugbọn nigbana ni Mo gbọ ti o pe Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa O wa nibẹ pẹlu awọn ọwọ ti o ṣii Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa Ati ki o Mo ṣiṣe Whispers ni abẹlẹ Sile awọn ilẹkun pipade Mo ni ara mi ni idamu ati laisi rẹ Mo wa diẹ sii Ah, mo ti mu yó bayi Ti o ni idi ti Mo lọ si ogun Oh bẹẹni, iwọ ni ara mi ti ni ariwo Nigbati Mo wa lori ilẹ Ko le ri nigba ti Mo n ṣubu Padanu ara mi Ṣugbọn nigbana ni Mo gbọ ti o pe Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa O wa nibẹ pẹlu awọn ọwọ ti o ṣii Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa Ati ki o Mo ṣiṣe Iwọ nikan mọ mi ni ọna ti o mọ mi Iwọ nikan dariji mi nigbati mo binu Paapaa nigbati mo ba firanṣẹ Nibẹ ti o wa Nilo rẹ nigbati Mo gbona Nigbati Mo tutu Nilo re nigbati mo wa ni odo Nigbati mo di arugbo Iwọ kii yoo jina Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa O wa nibẹ pẹlu awọn ọwọ ti o ṣii Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa Ati ki o Mo ṣiṣe Iwọ nikan mọ mi ni ọna ti o mọ mi Iwọ nikan dariji mi nigbati mo binu Paapaa nigbati mo ba firanṣẹ Nibẹ ti o wa Nigbati o ba mu awọn eniyan Nigbati o ba wa ninu awọsanma Nigbati o ba mu awọn eniyan Nigbati o ba wa ninu awọsanma Nibẹ ti o waIwo nikan lo ye mi Ọna ti o mọ mi Iwọ nikan dariji mi Nigbati inu mi ba dun Nilo rẹ nigbati Mo bajẹ Nigbati mo wa titi Nilo re nigbati mo wa ni ilera Nigbati mo ba nṣaisan Awọn ọrẹ ti Mo gbarale Maṣe wa nipase Wọn sare bi odo Ṣugbọn kii ṣe iwọ Ko le ri nigba ti Mo n ṣubu Padanu ara mi Ṣugbọn nigbana ni Mo gbọ ti o pe Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa O wa nibẹ pẹlu awọn ọwọ ti o ṣii Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa Ati ki o Mo ṣiṣe Whispers ni abẹlẹ Sile awọn ilẹkun pipade Mo ni ara mi ni idamu ati laisi rẹ Mo wa diẹ sii Ah, mo ti mu yó bayi Ti o ni idi ti Mo lọ si ogun Oh bẹẹni, iwọ ni ara mi ti ni ariwo Nigbati Mo wa lori ilẹ Ko le ri nigba ti Mo n ṣubu Padanu ara mi Ṣugbọn nigbana ni Mo gbọ ti o pe Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa O wa nibẹ pẹlu awọn ọwọ ti o ṣii Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa Ati ki o Mo ṣiṣe Iwọ nikan mọ mi ni ọna ti o mọ mi Iwọ nikan dariji mi nigbati mo binu Paapaa nigbati mo ba firanṣẹ Nibẹ ti o wa Nilo rẹ nigbati Mo gbona Nigbati Mo tutu Nilo re nigbati mo wa ni odo Nigbati mo di arugbo Iwọ kii yoo jina Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa O wa nibẹ pẹlu awọn ọwọ ti o ṣii Nibẹ ti o wa Nibẹ ti o wa Ati ki o Mo ṣiṣe Iwọ nikan mọ mi ni ọna ti o mọ mi Iwọ nikan dariji mi nigbati mo binu Paapaa nigbati mo ba firanṣẹ Nibẹ ti o wa Nigbati o ba mu awọn eniyan Nigbati o ba wa ninu awọsanma Nigbati o ba mu awọn eniyan Nigbati o ba wa ninu awọsanma Nibẹ ti o wa

[shawol9196]

The Oddest Superpower (Oneshot, Het!Onho, 1.8K)

Due to bizarre lab accident, Jinki's left with a bizarre superpower. His fiance, Minjung, doesn't seem to mind.

((Ok I’m going to be real I wrote this at like 4am a week ago and there’s no plot, just smut, but I’m not going to apologize. Obviously rated S because it’s smut only))

Out of all the potential lab accident superpowers in the world, Jinki’s is oddly specific. In fact, it’s just odd. Some people get to fly, some people become invisible. Jinki? He gets the power to put off his own orgasms for as long as he pleases. A supernatural cock ring, as his long time partner Minjung referred to it. He was tired of having to explain to people that his power was in fact useless to everyone but the two of them. Tired of people intervening in his life just to laugh about it all.

Minjung’s in the kitchen washing dishes when he gets home. He puts his briefcase down and takes off his shoes and sits down to eat the plate of food left on the counter for him. She asks about his day and he recounts the way that not one, not two, but four different secret agencies confronted him at work just to go home disappointed by his power. When they’ve both finished, he moves to lock the door and she comes up behind him. He cups her face in his hands and starts to kiss her softly. He’s thought about her lips all day, waited for this all day. He can’t help but smile when he feels her hands at his waist. First his belt, then his jeans are undone and dropped to the floor. Minjung sinks to her knees, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Jinki leans back against the door, reveling in the feeling as she slowly moves down, fitting as much of him into her mouth as she can. She pulls halfway off before taking him in again.

“Christ you have the best mouth.” he moans.

“Damn right.” she says, pulling away with a smirk.

She starts pressing wet open kisses down his length. Eventually she starts sucking on the tip again, stroking the rest of his length in time. Though he’s more than enjoying the feeling, he pushes her head back far enough that he falls out of her mouth.

“I had a long day, baby, can I have a sweet little snack?”

“Of course.”

She stands and walks over to the counter, getting up on top of it and laying back. The countertop is cold and Jinki finds himself excited by the little goosebumps that cover her. He pulls off her underwear then spreads her legs, wasting no time to taste her. She moans low and he does his best to find a comfortable way to stand. He takes his time on her, exploring her soft folds with his tongue and sucking on her clit until she comes. He kisses her thighs as she recovers, helping her sit up when she’s finally stopped shaking. He wipes the excess wetness off his face and they start kissing again. When the tension between them is high enough, she slips off the counter. He turns her around, bends her over, and pounds her to her next orgasm. He presses kisses to her spine as she rides the feeling.

“I take it it’s going to be a long night for me?” Minjung asks when she’s able to stand again.

“If you want it to be.”

She laughs. “Me? Say no to this dick? It’s less likely than you’d think.”

Jinki laughs too, slapping her butt. “How do you want it next?”

“I don’t know. How do you want me next?”

He leads her over to the couch and sits down. She hesitates, obviously unsure of what he’s wanting, so he pulls her onto his lap. Her arms go around his neck and his go around her waist as she starts riding him. It’s slow and leisurely, Minjung moving only fast enough to keep Jinki hard, and their kisses are almost slower than her pace. Jinki sucks on her already swollen lips, biting them now and again. When he’s had enough, he give her another smack on the butt. She picks up the pace and he leans back, choosing to watch her blissful expressions instead of trying to kiss her. He holds her hips when she comes, pushing her as far down onto him as he can manage. He almost comes himself from the feeling of her clamping down on him.

“You going to be able to take more, pretty girl?” he asks.

“Yeah, just...just give me a minute.”

He kisses at her neck and bring a hand up to play with a nipple as he waits for her to recover. It takes a little longer than before, but soon she’s tapping on his shoulder for kisses, signifying that she’s ready again. Jinki doesn’t move.

“Am I...do you want me to ride you again?” she asks.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

It takes her a minute to get her legs to move and Jinki has to lend a hand. They kiss for a few minutes before Jinki pulls way, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

“You ready, baby?”

She nods and he stands. Though she had a feeling this is where they were headed, she tightens her grip around his neck. She adjusts her legs to get the best hold she can. He starts to bounce her on his cock when she gives the signal that she’s ready. She tries to talk, tries to give orders, but in the end the only thing she can do is moan his name again and again and again. Like before, he holds her all the way down on him when she comes, staying still as to not drop her. He tries to let her down, let her stand, but she won’t have it.

“If you think...think my legs...work after that....you’re...sorely mistaken.”

He laughs and carries her to their room, putting her down on their bed. She makes a disappointed noise when he pulls out and he can’t help but laugh.

“Can I suck you more?” she asks after a minute.

He sits down and she sinks to her knees again. As if she’s picking up where she left off before, she takes the tip into her mouth and sucks on it, using her hand on the rest of his length. When she finally moves to take more of him into her mouth, he holds her hair out of her face. She blows him for a while, obviously buying recovery time before they inevitably end up fucking again, but they both enjoy it so Jinki lets her. Just before he goes to tell her he’s had enough and is ready for something more, she pulls back.

“How do you want me?”

“Are you sure you’re good for more?”

Though Jinki loves to fuck like this, and could literally go all day if he wanted to, Minjung’s still only human. Her stamina is impeccable, always has been, but eventually she has a limit. She stays still, obviously thinking about where that limit is today.

“I’d say I’ve got another 3-4 in me, if you want them.”

“Me? Say no to more orgasms from you? It’s less likely than you’d think.” he teases, helping her up onto the bed. He grabs a few pillows from behind them and piles them up. She lays on top of them and he starts fucking her from behind once more. He goes slow, knowing how sensitive she is, but she still comes quicker than either of them would like. She lets out a disappointed groan. Jinki laughs and spanks her a few times.

“What are you making disappointed sounds for, baby? You came, didn’t you?”

“Ye-...yea...but i...too soon...” she struggles.

“You came too soon? That’s what happens when you keep fucking again and again.”

“Your fault....cock too good...”

He laughs and pushes the pillows somewhat out of the way. He lays underneath her and starts kissing around her clit. She’s nowhere near done recovering yet and he has to wrap both arms around her to keep her in place. He feels her getting close again and backs off, earning another disappointed grown.

“First you’re mad because you come too soon, and now you’re mad that I’m holding it off? Make your choice, baby.” he teases.

She tries to say something, but it comes out all jumbled.

“How many is this, baby? How many times? You can’t come again until you tell me how many times I’ve made you come today.”

He does it a few times, bringing her to the edge just to back off when she can’t find the number. Eventually she’s able to answer “five” and finds the strength to push herself up so that she’s sitting on her knees. It’s sooner than he’s expecting, but he doesn’t tease her anymore, letting her ride his face until she’s coming once again. She falls back onto all fours from the force of it and when it starts to subside he helps her roll onto her back. She puts a hand up to his cheek and he kisses at her wrist. She looks completely exhausted but yet somehow expectant.

“Do you have one more for me? One more so I can come? Or am I coming in your mouth?”

She nods, then adds “give me a second.”

He lays next to her, kissing at her cheeks and collarbones.

“I’m staying on my back this time.” she says after a while. “You’re doing all the work.”

He laughs and sits up. “I take it you’re ready?”

She nods. He pushes in and she closes her eyes, reaching to hold his hands. Though he starts slow, he speeds up when he starts to feel the heat pool in his stomach that he’s been ignoring all night. Minjung’s close, comes first with a scream. Jinki pushes in deep, using her orgasm to push himself over the edge. It hits him like a tidal wave, several orgasms hitting him as one. Minjung holds him as he rides it out, kissing whatever patches of skin she can reach. He rests his forehead against hers and she reaches up for kisses. They exchange kisses and ‘I love you’s until his soul returns to his body and he finally pulls out.

“We should shower” he says, sitting back on his knees.

“If you think I’m able to do anything beyond talking right now, you’re sorely mistaken.”

He laughs and looks Minjung over. It’s obvious that she’s completely spent; she’s bathed in sweat, eyelids getting heavy, and cum starting to leak out. The longer Jinki looks at her, the more tired he feels as well. He lays down next to her, giving her one more kiss before they both fall asleep.

[quagmireisadora]

Hi, once i heard a odd/hilarious convo between a couple which went something like this: "Boy: I don't know how to love you anymore. Girl: But you know how to fuck me." Can you write an onho or your choice of ship for this?? Thank you. I'm srsly happy that you have started to write again. :)))

Warning: aromantic characterA/N: I’m sorry it took so long for me to post this. I hope you’re still around, and I hope you like what I could make of this prompt ^^

The dome was new, brightly lit and shining with what natural illumination they could arrange in this part of the universe. The plantation domes of Ganymede were a blinding star in the constellation of human ambition. So much so, that when their success reached the ears of those who held power in their hands, it became another thing to fight over. Ships from Earth and Mars had arrived in hordes to see for themselves if the new source of food was real and easy to dominate. Just as she looked on, Minjung could make out the shapes of a dozen or so UN officials just outside the dome. 

She had never seen so many people on this station before. Then again, she had never left this station before. All her life had been spent working in the farms and gardens of Ganymede. She had applied her expertise in botany to help multiply the number of domes from one to a dozen within an unexpectedly short span of time. Under her leadership, the colony had been willing to take risks growing a large number of plants they were sure would fail to grow in the harsh artificial environment - and then those plants had flowered, produced healthy fruit. These plantations were her life, and she protected them like a mother would her child. Of course, this meant she had made no time for a family and at the age of thirty-one, was left all alone in the bargain. She knew what the other Belters called her, even if they never said it to her face. She knew the hideous label she was given in these parts.

As if he’d read her thoughts, Lee Jinki walked up to her from wherever he’d been lurking. “So the peace wasn’t meant to last, after all.”

“It shouldn’t bother you,” she said without giving him the respect of eye contact. “You’ve always wanted to lick the Inners’ boots.” 

“Minjunggie, please…” the other entreated. 

Some kind of argument had ensued between the visitors from UN and the Martians. Maybe they couldn’t reach an agreement on who gets to go in first. She decided to pay them no more attention, there was a lot of work to do.

“I’m busy, Jinki,” she started to walk away.

“Listen, I really…” he tried to keep up with her as she weaved through the rows and shelves of plants. “Hey, listen to me–” the frustration in his voice only made her want to move farther and farther away. She passed a few colleagues from her team and waved to them, rushing towards the lifts. “Yah, Choi Minjung!” she heard Jinki yell after her.

When she’d punched in the floor number, and the doors of the lift car begun sliding shut, she saw the man standing a few feet away. Arms rising to the back of his head in frustration, he mouthed a curse before disappearing from her sight. It was only when she was alone in the lift that she allowed her body to slump tiredly to a side. 

Jinki had always been perfect. His wide smile, his careful words, his handsome face… he had come into her life quietly; working his way up the ladder of grain farmers, slowly gaining enough trust and support to be named the new representative of Dome G. Unlike his predecessors, he was sympathetic to the needs of the community, and he always liked scientific input into produce improvement. Minjung had been impressed by his self-possessed demeanor. She liked the way he thought, liked the way he functioned. And so when plans for a new dome were discussed, she’d invited him on-board to help.

He’d worked hard to earn her trust. Then he’d charmed his way into her bed. And she allowed him to do it because Jinki had made her feel like she’d never felt before. He had held her face with his gaze, held her hips with his rough fingers, held her heart in his chest. She’d allowed him into her life, because under the broad shoulders and the sculpted chest and the muscled arms, he was gentle. Behind the sharp amber eyes and the truthful tongue, he was saccharine. And Minjung wanted him.

But like any other relationship in her life, it hadn’t lasted.

Jinki wanted to move to Mars, to help with their terra-forming efforts. He wanted to be part of that absolute and focused regime, bent on surpassing Earth no matter what the cost. He wanted to be a cog in a larger wheel, one that turned forwards instead of “spinning in the same place”, as he considered the Jupiter stations to be. Minjung had listened to his dreams. She’d smiled at them and encouraged him to chase them. But she’d declined the offer to join him, despite his attempts at convincing her, despite his begging and pleading.

Because Minjung wanted none of that.

She made her rounds of the control rooms and checked the outputs to each sector. They liked to maintain Earth gravity in the dome environments because it helped grow the larger plants and trees better. It also helped with medical care. She checked the seedlings in a large tank, she poked through the germination pans, she asked after the air filtration systems. One of the head technicians greeted her and gave her a quick report on the new dome.

“Everything’s running perfectly,” he summarized. “Even better than G, which is saying something.” It was. The support systems in dome G had been altered for growing wheat and barley. After the first failed crop, Jinki had brought what seeds he could salvage of the disaster to the botanists’ labs on the top level. It had revealed the atmospheric problems they hadn’t accounted for. And that’s when they’d decided to seal the agricultural dome from the rest, increasing the temperature and reducing the humidity to mimic a more temperate climate. A long trip to the shipyards on Callisto, and a very expensive systems upgrade later, they were able to grow healthy crops to feed the entire population of Ganymede and then some.

“Thank you for your hard work,” she replied to technical staff with a smile. Her next destination was the clinic, where she had to meet with the doctors about–

“You’ve now avoided me for a full 2 months,” Jinki informed her when she exited the control room. He stood calmly leaning against the opposite wall, hallway lights making deep shadows on his face.

“You’ve now earned the right to be tasered,” Minjung threatened before she walked away once more.

“This is so childish,” he muttered after her, disdainfully. She stopped and turned around to give him a look, but she had nothing more to say to him. He slowly made his way to her. “I just want to talk. And you won’t even give me that?”

She squared herself to face him. “OK,” she folded her arms. “Talk.”

He looked at her, wordlessly pleading. “Not here,” he touched her elbow, and instead of jerking away from the action, she felt the urge to lean into it. “Not like this. Let me… let me visit you tonight,” his tone was sweet, dripping with affection, a little dizzying: the way it sounded when he spoke while still moving inside her. “Let me come see you. I’ll even bring a gift.”

“I finish my rounds at 1700,” was all she offered.

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“Do you remember the day we met for the first time?” he asked her. She didn’t say anything so he went on. “You were standing next to the fountains in sector 4. Dome F–do you remember?” he nudged again from the distance.

They sat across the cabin from each other, several feet apart. “Hmm,” she acknowledged from her own perch on the window sill.

“You told me about your family. About how you only remembered the days you went to bed hungry, and there was always some kind of sickness around you,” Jinki reminded her. “I told you about my mother. How she would starve so I could eat. Do you remember what you said when you heard that?”

Minjung didn’t answer for a few minutes, looking out at the large solar reflectors in the horizon. “I said I never wanted a single person to ever feel hungry again,” she replied with residual determination from the memory of that day. “I said I would spend my life making sure of it.”

“And you have,” he assured her. An admiring smile played on his lips. He got up and walked to her, closing the distance between them and crouching by her knees. “You are, by far, the most brilliant person I have ever met in my life,” he said it less as a compliment and more as a fact.

She watched him; watched the sincerity play on the corners of his smile, pulling it into an even wider smile. Months ago she would’ve melted into that look. Months ago she would’ve leaned their foreheads together until all she could see of the world was the glint in Jinki’s eyes. 

“I asked you this before, I know,” he continued. “But imagine what you could do for a place like Mars. Imagine! They would… they would flourish!” he let out a small chuckle. “Imagine how much you could achieve if you had their technology and their willpower behind you.”

“So all you wanted, all of those times,” Minjung started. “When you came here, when you spent all that time with me, when you got in bed with me and stayed till you ‘really couldn’t stay’,” she made quotes in the air like she was mocking him “All those times. You were recruiting me to the MCRN. I mean, you’re doing it now--!” she spoke to his denial.

“No. No,” he pulled away, smile fading as if to say here we go again. “I already told you, no. That’s not what I was doing. I already said that–that I really felt happy with you.”

“And that’s it?” she demanded.

He sighed stood up to move away from her again. “What do you want me to say?” he frowned, holding out his hands like he was trying to prove they were empty. He had nothing. “You want me to say I love you? Because that would be a lie. I can’t say that. I don’t think I can love you. Or any–”

“But you know how to fuck me,” she challenged, her voice rising with her anger. “Don’t you? You knew how to play with me, isn’t it? All those times you took me out on your ship,” she grated. “All those times you wanted your shitty fantasies of fucking in zero G. All of those times, you were just laughing at me. Weren’t you?” she nodded in question.

“How can you even say that?!” he asked incredulously.

“What else can I call it?!” she shot up from her seat.

He breathed, evenly at first, then deep. “Is that all I was to you?” There was hurt in his expression. “Just someone to fuck? Did we mean nothing more than that to you?” His tone was no higher than a whisper, flooded with echoes of past disappointments. “Is that all you got from me?”

Minjung looked at him in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, tell me. Tell me how worthless it was to spend time with me. Tell me how I gave you nothing,” he hissed. “Tell me how the idea of us going away from this... fucking dead-end of a place would’ve been more nothing!” he gestured wildly. “Say it! That’s what you felt all those months, isn’t it?”

“I wanted a family with you!” she shouted, then ran her fingers through her hair.  

Jinki was dumbstruck. “A... a what?” he faltered.

She walked in a circle of frustration around the room before jumping close to him, pointing a finger at his chest. “I wanted to spend my life with you!” she spat. “I wanted us to have children! How did…” she held a palm to her forehead. “How did you never realize that?”

He walked backwards, until his calves met with a ledge where he sat down heavily, all the while staring at her.

With the distance reestablished between them, Minjung slumped a little where she stood. “You were the best,” she admitted tiredly. “Being with you, every second of it, was the absolute fucking best,” she felt the despondence of the last two months hug her frame tightly. “And all you ever talked about was Mars this, Earth that... you--” a stray tear dropped from her chin. “Did you ever stop to think what I want?”

“No...” Jinki whispered like he’d been told everything in this universe was a lie.

The admission put sound to something she already knew, and in that, doubled the effect it had on her. Minjung shook from the effort of trying to lock her sobs inside her lungs. “No,” she gasped. “You didn’t.”

“You were never...” the other shook his head, looking confused. “Minjunggie, I can’t--”

“You can’t love me?” she asked. “Is that what you’re going to say? That you can’t love anyone? Jinki, do you think that mattered to me?” she revealed. “I loved you anyway. Did you really think I couldn’t?”

“But, I can’t--”

“It didn’t matter. It never...”

He slowly rose to his feet and took a tentative step forward.  

[onthighsbelongtotaemin]

shiningstaronew: Please write more onho!

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here’s the link for all my onho writings.  if you don’t mind het, i have a 40k fic called “premature ventricular contractions”.

[jinkisbelly]

My Soldier Come Home

jinkirella asked for “Give me a sign!” for onho... so here’s some het!onho from this [x] and it’s kind of sad, but not? I dunno I hope you like it. 

Minjung hugged her blanket tighter around her shoulders as if the thin fabric would block out all negative thoughts and reverse time. The fire flickered and cackled in front of her. Her eyes were glossy as silent tears fell from her cheeks. She was numb. Had been for a couple hours. The missing in action notice was crumbled in her tightly clenched fist. It wasn’t even a week ago she was getting letters from him. Sending him the ultrasound picture she got from the doctors a couple weeks ago. The first one. The only one he was supposed to get away from her and not in person. He was supposed to come back. Her strong soldier was supposed to come back.

 She thought about his smile and the way his eyes crinkled when he was really happy. The softness of his hands as he moved to bring her into a hug. The gentle way of his words as he whispered against her neck when he told her he had to go on another deployment earlier than previously expected. The excited, but certain, aspect of his smile as he kissed her and said I’ll have to come back and start that family with you Babygirl.

 The letters, every single one of them, were neatly organize in her desk. From the first he wrote before stepping onto the ship to telling him that she maybe thought she was pregnant and his reply. How he was excited but also really scared. He wanted to be there for her, for their baby, and he felt guilty for not doing so. When she found out for sure she made herself remember to send that little picture to him. He wrote back saying it’s taped next to the picture of you on my plane’s dashboard. Reminding me what I have to come home to.

  She had slipped off the dress she had been wearing earlier when she opened her door expecting the postman to get two dressed up air force men. She never liked touching his things because she knew just how much he liked his way of things, but she pulled out that faded t shirt and those boxer shorts. She tied up her hair and grabbed the blanket his mom made them for their wedding and snuggled up next to the fire.

 “Show me a sign Jinki… show me something.” She sniffled.

 She almost jumped out of her skin when something crashed to her left. When she saw Muffins shuffling over from the mess he had just made she relaxed slightly. The fluffy cat jumped up into her lap and nuzzled her head on Minjung’s chin as the woman looked over at what was knocked over.

 In the middle was the stack of envelopes from his first deployment a couple months after they started dating, all nice and tied with a pretty red ribbon. Minjung bit her lip as she tried not to cry again. He had sent that bow from where he was stationed, saying he saw it while he was in the market nearby on patrol and thought of how pretty it would look on her. He had come out of that. He’d come home again.

 That night when she headed up to bed she pulled the string from around the letters to tie it in a bow around her wrist before taking the letters and reading them one by one. Muffins mrowed from his spot in her lap because he wasn’t getting enough attention. With one hand holding the letter and the other placed on her barely there baby bump she read until she was sure enough that Jinki would come home. Of course he would. He was just missing, probably got lost from going to the bathroom or something like he did that one time they went camping. She snorted through her tears. She had to have hope.

[fullmoonsyn]

[FIC] Red Riding Wolf

Title: Red Riding Wolf Pairing: het!Onho (eunsook/minho) Rating: NC-17 Genre: supernatural, smut, omegaverse, fairytale Summary: The red riding hood tale as you know it is a lie. Innocent little girl wandering through the woods trying to get to grannie’s? Please. I am the wolf. And the huntsman? Well, he filled me with something… and it certainly wasn’t rocks.

“My, mister hunter, what big eyes you have,” she said teasingly, her claws neatly slicing through his shirt, legs spread out wantonly on either side of his hips. It was quite the view.

As she helped him shrug out of the ripped cloth, he grumbled, “Playing this game then, are we?” But she ignored him, continuing her teasing.

A/N: A very embarrassing birthday fic for the lovely keygasmic *dies*

[0nho]

irkshire said: I have onjongho aus that i’m working on cm by cm but like… I would love to see anything fantasy/sci fi/supernatural from youu

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oh wow, I think I wrote a lot more in those genres in the past, I’ve forgotten about them. some was due to rp I was invited to and some actual fic.

I actually had a sci fi onjongho au based in the “alien” movies universe. it was angst and character death, but… sci fi (I’m not so good at creating sci fi though it’s a genre I enjoy).

they’re really old fics on aff still probably. but I’m not opposed to the genres, I would just need solid ideas, due to my creativity being really weak these days.

hmm I have that het onho that was omegaverse with a sci fi setting. I’m not sure I ever posted that? it’s sitting in a document somewhere.

what are some ideas in these genres?

(also that onjongho aus work sounding fab)

[jinkis-fucking-falsetto]

chapter 2 of flesh of another