#maybe I can do some sketching for u

[inkmooon]

do you take art commissions?

hello love 💕 I’m not feeling confident opening commission atm because I’m at the state where I want to improve more and change the things I’m unsatisfied with, aaand I don’t want to use these time to work on a commission because I’m afraid that the illustration made will have inconsistency,,,plus might take longer to finish!

[scary-monsters]

as a diego artist i felt it was crucial that i do my own take on the flag panels ☝🤪 next time i'll make him look as pathetic and lost as he actually did in canon

[yourdailyjormy]

still mega fucking depressed about The Horrors so here's a shitty 4am sketch of some Littlebottom trans joy

be you. when they call you ha'ak, be you all the more. somewhere offscreen Detritus is levelling a not-quite-a-crossbow at the supreme court.

[munchboxart]

New background OC for my Salmon guys + Mui drinking

[amethyst-halo]

my excerpt thoughts

[dazzelmethat]

Miku from 'Sandplay singing of the dragon' for a challenge.

[reploidbuddy]

I will post a Narrows chapter before the end of the year <3 just a heads up

[dumbdiscodragon]

some of y'all on this here internet need to get tf offline and deal with your feelings cuz I have seen some nasty nasty takes like why would you say that in public??? It's ok and normal to be angry, but cruelty is an action and a choice you make.

[alukaforyou]

and oh rip @ the compression u cant even see the line quality well here :( but medium opacity flat brush on sai my beloved 💖🎀 i sketch, line, and render w this baybey shes sooo good 😭

eye... need to stop sleeping at 3am when i have work the next day le sigh.... anyways v funny how i need at least 5 ref pics at all times to feel safe LOL first real attempt drawing on procreate i mean i made some sketches and fcked around w it before but idk how i feel about the textured lines, i do like it on one hand but idk if it'll look weird with smoother coloring idk i will def export this into sai to color cuz im just sooooo used to sai my beloved💖 i render / paint SOO specifically with sai idk wat to do in like any other program the brushes just act different so my workflow is like??? also an artist i love works on clip and one part of me is wondering if i can color better if i also work on clip but i dunno 😐 clip looks complex i did try it a few yrs ago and got intimidated by the unfamiliarity and gave up way too fast 😓 idt i will ever render on procreate but lining is somehow a bit easier on the screen i think? or is that just the textured brush lol i think its harder lining with a non textured brush in general.

ALSO!!!! I SEE YALL IN THE TAGS WISHFULLY WRITING ABT HOW YALL """""WANT TO""""" ALSO DRAW URSELVES WITH UR BLORBOS and...... WHAT THE FCK IS STOPPING U!!!!!!!! everyone who wrote "i should draw myself w x" GO DO IT!!!! 😾 dont make me say it twice

its really fun i promise :3

[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language (verse ii); s.g.

synopsis: when gojo satoru first interacted with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo and reader saving a kitten (a moment straight out of a romcom for sure), not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: truly didn't think the first part to this anthology series would gain such attention! thank u for that! again, these can be read as a standalone (or connected to this one, but you don't have to read it); enjoy and lmk if u want more!

It was this specific cherry blossom tree Satoru always found you under. The one Kento mentioned the first time he ever asked him about you. If you weren't busy with training or missions, or enjoying life outside the jujutsu world, he found you there. Although there was an array of trees, there was one specific one you seemed to gravitate towards. 

He wasn't sure if it was the specific spot that had good lighting for when you wanted to read or sketch in your little book, or maybe it was the way the roots formed a perfect spot to sit in between... whatever it was, he knew it to be your tree. Even when you weren't around. There was something... welcoming about it. Whenever he walked by with Suguru and Shoko nearby, or whenever he was aimlessly wandering around, he always found himself peeking in its direction, hoping you were sitting underneath it. 

For a confident young man, it took Gojo some time to make his way to you. Claiming to love you when he hadn't even uttered a word in your direction was bold, even going as far as believing you were his soulmate was quite the exaggeration. So why was it hard for him to simply say hello? 

Maybe it was because he wasn't a simple person. Nothing about Gojo Satoru screamed simple. He was anything but that. Yet, a task as easy as that—which came naturally to any other girl around him—was a hassle. Each time he thought he found the courage to step up, he let his racing heart deter him. 

That was until you made the first move. 

It caught him completely off guard, the way you gently tapped his arm from behind, peeking up at him with that sweet smile of yours. His heart did somersaults, his eyes widened behind his round frames, so big that his shades couldn't even hide them. He had been on one of his little walks, new treat in hand that Shoko bribed him with in order to practice her reverse curse technique on him. He was bored, completing his missions and not having much to train on when he already excelled at everything. 

At everything except talking to the girl of his dreams. 

"Hi," you kindly greeted, smile reaching your eyes. Oh, god, you were an angel. A being descended from up above. How could you exist so easily in such a cruel world? He needed to protect you, right? Even if he could see your cursed energy oozing out so brightly. You must've been powerful, something he never considered, always looking at you like you were some little bunny to keep in his pocket... not one who could possibly kick the shit out of him (if he'd let you and he definitely would). "Can you help me out?"

"Pretty..." the words slipped his mouth before he could even process them. Quickly sealing his lips and clearing his throat as you tilted your head, Satoru straightened his back. "What is it?"

Dismissing the sudden word vomit, assuming he was in his own world, you pointed to the left of you. "I sit under those trees, but I keep hearing soft meows coming from one of them. I'm too short to reach... do you think—"

"Yes," the white haired young man instantly nodded as you blinked. Without a second word, he turned on his heel and stalked towards the tree that you claimed your own. 

You, a bit baffled, were unsure as to how exactly he knew which tree you had been pointing at when it was a general direction. Yet, there he was, approaching the tree you were referring to. "It's quite high up, but you're very tall!" You called out before following after him, lightly jogging to catch up before stopping behind him as he eyed the tree. 

In reality, Gojo didn't think any of it through. He just wanted to say yes to be around you, to hear you speak more. Not... to climb up a tree to save a stray kitten. But, whatever made him look better in his eyes, he didn't mind. 

"Be careful!" You exclaimed as you watched him make his way up the tree, no hesitations. You were a bit surprised that someone so easily wanted to help you save a cat. Maybe he liked animals, too?

Or maybe he was a fool madly in love with you—you wouldn't know this yet. 

"Oh, there! You've got 'em!" You clapped as you watched the uniformed young man gently reach for and latch onto the small, white kitten. 

"Ah, don't worry, I'm only here to help you," Gojo said, carefully pulling the kitten towards himself. "I've got you, you're safe now. I just gotta figure out—"

"Watch out!" You shrieked.

"Shit!" Satoru yelped as he lost his balance, clutching the kitten close as he slipped from the branch. Landing with a loud thud, followed by several groans of pain (and pure embarrassment... when did he ever make himself look like a complete fool?!), Gojo rolled around with his eyes closed. 

"Are you alright?!" You panicked, rushing over and kneeling at his side, gently lifting his head with one hand as your other pressed carefully against his shoulder, eyeing his body for any wounds. 

"Agh... dammit..." he grunted, eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the brightness of the sun. Blinking a few times, blurred vision focusing, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. Your hair that was usually held back by its ribbon, cascaded around your face as a few strands slipped out from the ponytail. With eyebrows narrowed and a look of worry on his face, Satoru's embarrassment turned into that of timidness. You were engulfed by the sunlight, glowing like the angel you were. "Gosh, you're so pretty..."

"Are you okay?" You asked in a panic, his mumbled words coming off too slurred to understand. "Did you hit your head too hard?"

Shaking his head as he forced himself to sit up, Gojo rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "No, 'm fine..." he sighed before looking down at his hands to the kitten. "So is this little guy."

Turning your attention from the white haired young man, to the matching kitten, you gasped, "what a hero!"

Grinning and feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, Gojo shrugged, "eh, ''twas nothing..."

"You almost broke a few bones, though..." you frowned, looking back at him. 

"I'm tough," he brushed off before turning to face you. Now eye to eye, the sudden confidence instantly sizzled away as he gazed at you from up close. A sudden silence weaved between the two of you as your eyes locked, nothing but the sounds of nature and the kittens purring filled the air. "I..."

"Um..."

"You should keep it," Satoru suddenly said, handing you the kitten. "Deserves a nice home."

"Oh, me?" You asked as you took the kitten in your hands, caressing its soft, white fur. 

"Yeah, I wouldn't be a good dad," he chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You... You'd be a great mom to it, I'm sure."

Eyeing the kitten, then looking back up at him, you smiled, "we can coparent."

At your offer, Gojo gulped. "Co... parent?"

"Yeah, like, help me out with..." lifting the kitten up, you squinted your eyes, "her."

"I... I don't know much about taking care of animals but I can try and help as much as I can," he offered, scratching his head nervously. 

Smiling, you brought the kitten close to your chest, "you saved her from a tree, I'm sure she will remember that."

"Yeah, maybe," Satoru blushed.

Looking down at the kitten as you pet her, listening to her gentle purring, you happily sighed, "what's your name?"

Quickly pointing at himself, the blue eyed boy asked, "mine?"

"Mhm," you nodded. 

"Gojo. Gojo Satoru. You can call me Satoru, though," he nearly blurted out as you chuckled before giving him yours. 

"Well, Satoru," you beamed as he melted at the sound of his name slipping off your tongue, "I think I'll name her after you."

"Wha— Satoru? But... she's a girl?" He tilted his head with furrowed eyebrows. 

"I was thinking of a nickname," you said before looking down at the kitten. "I'll name her Toru. It's cute, right?"

Nodding slowly, then faster, Gojo agreed. "Yeah, Toru is cute."

Lifting your gaze to meet his, you gave him a toothy smile. "Toru it is."

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Dude I got u for bg3 requests-

So like imagine a tav that can draw and they’re just sketching whatever and astarion comes up behind them like “lol who’s that twink do u have a crush or something?” And everyone loses it cuz it’s him.

I’ve seen some like these where they’re all angsty and some fluff but I think everyone would lose their shit. Specifically picturing Gale choking in the background because astarion is making fun of tavs dreamy portraits of himself.

Ive never done an ask before idk how these work I give u full creative liberty 😚

Summary: Reader likes drawing Astarion, who is oblivious to the fact that it's him! Campmates lose it and try to play matchmaker a little bit.

Genre: Pure tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: Astarion things

Credits: All characters are from Bg3, Vampire fang divider- animatedglittergraphics-n-more on tumblr, Blood divider- strangergraphics on tumblr

A/n: Ahhh! I'm so excited to be your first ever request! I hope this is to your liking and I apologize for it taking me so long to get around to it

Thank you so much for requesting!!

During the long trip to Baldur's Gate, finding ways to keep your mind occupied when you stopped became a necessity. Thankfully, pretty early into your travels you managed to get your hands on a (mostly) empty drawing journal after finding it abandoned along with some helpful supplies. It didn't take long for you to find that you had some sort of muscle memory for drawing, even if you couldn't consciously remember ever being an artist, your brain seemed to. You started out just drawing what you saw. Flowers, buildings, landscapes, etc. But pretty soon you drifted to drawing your campmates as well. At first it was a little mix of everyone, but as your trip carried on you couldn't help but be drawn (hehe) to a certain fluffy haired rogue. As your mind lingered on him more and more, so did your pencil. You had filled numerous pages with sketches and doodles of him. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him while trying to get a good reference, and he'd of course smirk and say something like "Enjoying the scenery, darling?" To which you would flush red and bury your face back into your sketches.

Every now and then, someone would glance over your shoulder to see what you were scribbling (usually Karlach) and tease you for how full your sketchbook had gotten with just him. You didn't mind them watching you draw, sometimes it felt nice to have someone admiring your skills.

This however, was not one of those times.

"My, who is that handsome devil?" Astarion's voice rings out from behind you. You squeeze your eyes shut as you realize you've been caught and curse yourself for not hearing him sneak up behind you. Astarion is now leaning against your shoulder, studying the pictures in front of him. "Now darling, I know I say this about every gorgeous stranger but would." He lazily flips the page and lets out a little giggle "And you would too by the looks of it," He returns back to your current page and sits beside you. "So, will you tell me the story or will you make me beg? You know I'm an expert on romance." It's only then do you realize he genuinely doesn't realize that you are drawing him. You thought before he was just being smug, but it does make sense. When was the last time he saw himself? 300 years ago? Surely the memory is a bit fuzzy. You try to act as nonchalant as possible as you mutter "Mm...Maybe some other time..." Astarion scoffs and you pray to any god willing to listen to help you out. Your prayer is answered when Gale makes the call for dinner being done. You quickly shove the book into your pocket and (perhaps a bit too swiftly) walked over to the fire.

The topic is seemingly dropped by Astarion until Shadowheart remarks that "Your face is redder than Karlach's," Astarion is quick to interject. "I caught them drawing some shirtless man and they're being a big baby about it." He rolls his eyes dramatically before adding "Trust me darling, I've seen worse." Gale chokes on his stew, Halsin's brows raise and Shadowheart lets out a small gasp. The camp is deadly quiet, save for Astarion making snarky comments about how the man looks like something a 13 year old would find incredibly romantic. Karlach is the one to break the silence, "Fangs, do you really not know who that is?" He raises a brow "Of course not. What, is he famous or something?" Lae'zel lets out a scoff. "Chk. It is a wonder how you survive being so clueless. That is you, you k'chakhi."

The silence, once again, is incredibly loud. This time though, Astarion has seemingly lost his witty remarks. You have long since had your head down, afraid to see his face. He, however, is more confused than anything. After a moment he speaks again, "Is it really?" They all give some form of approval, a nod, a grunt, etc. He is quiet again, but only because he is taking a moment to grin. "Well no wonder there are so many! Obviously it's me. No face other than mine fit to take up so much space in our dear Tav's book. Let me see another, I haven't beheld my beauty in so long!"

[jadenvargen]

If I want to study someone's art or style, how do I do that? Like where do you even start when looking at an illustration that they made 😭thank you!!!

Here’s stuff i think about. i don’t do that many style studies, so idunno how helpful it is! pls sound in tha comments if anyone has tips:) 

Pinpoint what stuff you like, and focus on that. Focus on technique rather than exact replication, for example ( just first thing comes to mind) if you like rostov’s disco elysium cover art and want to study it, don’t just repaint the image, find what’s key in the style. looseness, maybe? then, instead of copying the image with your technique, try to apply the same looseness. (feat. shitty 5 min sketch plz dont judge example of how i normally approax paintings, versus a study. ALSO not to say u CANT do this it's just how i would study, myself. )

That being said, don’t force yourself to make art decisions that feel unnatural to you. a lot of the time artists make decisions based on their weaknesses as well as strengths. I do very shaky, hatchy lineart because my hands are very shaky. I focus on painting what I* feel is important and fun. 

Instead of copying a style from a picture, look at a variety of pictures and find technique. For example a lot of people redrawing a screenshot in “sailor moon style” or “ghibli style” will draw… let’s say, an old man, looking like a usagi because that’s the screenshot they looked at, instead of watching what stylistic choices for example takeuchi made when stylizing an old man. So the “studies” end up homogenous. I personally find it unproductive to replicate a painting for purposes of study, but like focusing on individual elements. say you like egon schiele, replicating whole paintings at a time IMO isn't gonna do much, but maybe you can set out on a series where you sketch copy his hands or feet from different paintings, and then try stylizing your own hands the same way? Or maybe your fave artist draws moonlight like a blue stream, or a red one? Try applying only that light to your paintings.

You could also color pick or look at the colors they make and paint whatever you want with those same colors, to understand how they work together and what can be done with them.

Also, if you can, look at their influences! Everyone learns art by seeing others art. Chances are they saw art they liked and picked from there what elements they enjoyed. Looking at the inspiration can help make some of the techniques more obvious.

Basically focus less on copying(not that copying is bad- but not always helpful for studying), and more on what you like. If you find what you like, you can work from there and try to think about your own art from the same perspective.

IDK if this helps as i said, feel free to add onto^_^

[solxamber]

Hello! I humbly request Skully J. Graves for the spooky season, please and thank you! (Ps, I LOVE YOUR VILLIANESS SERIES SO MUCH. if you put him in the series, I would love it. Thank you.

Frights and Fancies - Skully J. Graves x reader

I've finally finished the first part of the Halloween event story and here we go! Skully J. Graves for the spooky season!

(this was written before part 2 of the event was out so it might be ooc)

It was almost Halloween, and the Ramshackle Dorm looked like it had exploded in pumpkins, cobwebs, and fake skeletons. Well, not fake enough for Skully, who was currently trying to rearrange a skeleton to perfectly mimic Jack Skellington’s iconic pose.

“This is it! This is exactly how Jack looked when he stood atop Spiral Hill!” Skully beamed, leaning back with a gleeful twirl. “I could cry!”

“Please don’t,” Grim muttered, slumped on the couch like a cat who’d had enough of life. “I’ve seen way too much Halloween today. I’m exhausted.”

You stifled a laugh as Skully pranced across the room, his long coat flowing behind him dramatically. He stopped by a cobweb you’d just hung, delicately adjusting it with reverence. “Ah, this is a masterpiece! The precision, the artistry—oh, Jack would be proud!”

“I bet Jack has a restraining order,” Grim mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Skully didn’t seem to notice the sass. “You don’t understand, Grim! Jack Skellington is the Pumpkin King! He is the very soul of Halloween! Imagine... if I could bring him here, right to this very dorm... oh, we would throw the greatest Halloween party the world has ever seen!”

“You’re throwing it right now, and I hate it,” Grim muttered, pulling a pillow over his head.

Skully, undeterred, rushed over to the pile of pumpkins by the door, holding up the largest one like a trophy. “This one’s going to be the pièce de r��sistance! I’m going to carve Jack’s face into it—oh, the precision, the skill! It’ll be a tribute!”

You were barely able to stop yourself from laughing as Skully started sketching an intricate face into the pumpkin. It was hard not to get caught up in his excitement, even if it was a little... obsessive.

“Hey, uh, shouldn’t we maybe, I don’t know, check the snacks or something?” you suggested, trying to save Grim from further mental collapse. “We’ve got a whole room full of sweets to prepare.”

“Oh! Of course!” Skully jumped to his feet, pumpkin forgotten. “We must create a feast worthy of Halloween Town itself! Grim, you’ll love this—there will be so many sweets, you won’t be able to handle it!”

“Sounds like my personal hell,” Grim groaned, finally sitting up. “Do we have to? I was kinda hoping to nap.”

Skully was already halfway to the kitchen, humming some eerie tune under his breath. You shot Grim an apologetic look, but he was too busy glaring at the ceiling like he was making a pact with some unseen force to end Halloween forever.

The kitchen was soon filled with the smells of spiced pumpkin and sugary treats. Skully was in his element, flitting around like a Halloween-obsessed ghost, talking nonstop about Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, and all the Halloween traditions from his foggy village.

“And no one here at school even knows about Jack!” Skully was saying for probably the twentieth time. “Can you believe that? It’s like they’ve never even heard of Halloween!”

“Maybe they’re lucky,” Grim grumbled, stuffing his face with a pumpkin tart.

Skully either didn’t hear him or didn’t care. He had already moved on to decorating cookies, carefully icing tiny skeleton faces onto each one. “Jack’s elegance, his charisma! He’s the epitome of what Halloween should be.”

“Jack this, Jack that...” Grim sighed dramatically. “If I hear that name one more time—”

“I could name the pumpkin Jack,” Skully suggested, completely serious.

“No!” Grim snapped. “Let the pumpkin live its own life! Let it be free!”

You snorted, almost dropping the tray of cupcakes you were setting out. Skully blinked, confused for just a moment, before smiling his usual charming smile. “Ah, Grim, you always know how to liven things up.”

“I’m this close to being a ghost myself,” Grim muttered.

By the time the evening rolled around, Ramshackle Dorm had been transformed into a veritable Halloween haven. Cobwebs draped across the walls, pumpkins lined every surface, and the faint glow of eerie lights filled the air. Skully stood in the center of it all, arms wide open as he surveyed his masterpiece.

“This... this is the Halloween of my dreams,” Skully said softly, his voice full of awe. “I couldn’t have done it without you two.”

Grim gave a halfhearted wave from his spot on the couch, already half-asleep again, but Skully’s gratitude was genuine. You smiled, watching as he twirled around one more time, completely in his element.

“Well,” you said, “if Jack Skellington could see this, I’m sure he’d be impressed.”

Skully’s face lit up like a jack-o’-lantern. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, adjusting a crooked pumpkin. “You’ve done Halloween proud.”

Skully gave a deep bow, flourishing his coat as if he were addressing royalty. “Then, in Jack’s name, I thank you both!”

From the couch, Grim groaned. “I’m gonna need a vacation after this…”

As Skully danced around the room, humming Halloween tunes and praising Jack Skellington, you couldn’t help but smile. Sure, it had been a lot of work, but seeing Skully so happy—and hearing Grim’s constant complaints—made it all worth it.

This was going to be a Halloween to remember.

Masterlist

Also I'd love to add him the the villainess series, but I'll wait till atleast part 2 of the Halloween event to completely understand him before I do!

[purple-raspberries]

i love how u draw eddie!! do u have any favourite artworks of him?? (can be yours or anyone elses art)

Oooo! I’ll start off w my fav artists! (Tag jumpscare!) [maybe be subject to editing]

Of course there’s Clown (@/partycoffin) and Huck (@/downydig), the creator of WH and his good friend! Clown is so good at character design and Huck, who helps develop WH, has such a wonderful art style~ (and their other friends who help them with creating the arg!)

@cyanwyrmy has some fantastic renditions of the man.

As do @window-to-oblivion

@carnivalcarrion

@eechytooru !

@/laMnwCNIKJCiQKD on twitter <3

@forgrtashes-blog

THEY MAKE GREAT ART! IM TALKING MORE THAN JUST THE MAILMAN HERE! GO GO!

Fanfic authors (there’s more of them out there but my brain is noodles atp):

@sorin-sunchild (ao3 link) (their ‘Welcome Home Found Footage’ series is tragic and heart wrenching, but so well written! It’s very affecting, mind the tags. I’m still getting the nerve to leave you a proper comment on your pt 2, but I’m telling you now that I loved it tearfully 🥹 and full of grief)

@catghoststories (ao3 link) (‘Lovely to Look at, Delightful to Hold’ is a great read and I loved seeing Frank and Eddie’s relationship develop as they navigated their situation

@gay-ppl-real (ao3 link) many wonderful one-shots with delightful and immersive characterizations and one series centering around FranklyDear

And lastly, my stuff!

Definitely the sweet potato piece and that one sketch that did numbers from a while ago

The contrast is frankly quite hilarious (my two sides lol), but I’m proud of them nonetheless!

[elmushterri]

Heyyyy, I love ur au sm! It's really cool, and the thing I'm most curious abt, if u don't mind me asking, is romeo and connor's relationship.

I really wanna know more abt it cause of how many directions this could go. Like, does Connor still care for romeo abit even after he figures out that romeo is manipulating him, or is he just fighting tooth and nail to get away from him at that point??

And I know Romeo's first intention is to just experiment on things to make them "better" but did spending alot of time with Connor not have him form some kind of attachment towards him?

And are there times where they both genuinely enjoy each others presence and where romeo helps him, cuz it would be so interesting to see Connor going through something when their still friends where Connor hates and likes him at the same time in a way. Where he's like weighing out the pro's and con's of being his friend and questioning how bad romeo really is

(That's all, and thank u for reading!🙏)

LOVE THIS. Romeo and Connor probably bonded in the first place cause of some kind of act of kindness or something trauma related?? Maybe young Romeo (like 6-10 years old? I have no concept of child ages) was the one that rescued Connor from being in the pools/the showers they put him in to get him used to water. Probably did it genuinely as well. Romeo CAN be genuine. He was probably lonely as well, not being in school but instead having his mother bring him to the labs.

In the start he probably wasn’t even manipulating Connor consciously, just pressuring him into things like sneaking around the labs and whatnot.

But then Connor made better friends with Amaya and Greg, and Romeo felt threatened so he leaned into “Oh, so you like them better than me?” so Connor would feel guilty.

Romeo probably has times where he goes between, “I miss Connor, I shouldn’t have done all that” and “Screw Connor, he didn’t get it. I don’t need him,”

They probably do care for each other on some level. Like if Romeo got hurt, Connor would go and cradle him dude 😭. ‘Cause at some points in their childhood the friendship was good, and comforted them both.

Here’s a little sketch. Reason Greg’s not there/why the kids are the same age as in present day but in GunnTech outfits is ‘cause this is probably in season 4 or 5 when the other heroes + Gekko are being mind controlled? Idk, Romeo probably pushed Connor out the way to take a hit from something or general self sacrifice science stuff from him. Maybe he took some kind of star/light blast from Newton? Real Catradora vibes.

It’s things like this that make me sort of want to redeem Romeo but I’m still unsure.

[chansdoll]

황현진 & 한지성 ─── pas de trois 2

♡ pairing ៸៸ ballet dancer!hyunjin x ballet dancer!jisung x afab!reader ៸៸ genre ៸៸ love triangle, ballet academy au៸៸ cw ៸៸ SMUT! oral (m & f rec.), protected p in v (..finally) ♡ synopsis ៸៸ in the world of ballet, every step is choreographed—but love never follows the script. what happens when you get accepted into the ballet academy of your dreams? MAKE SURE YOU READ PART ONE FIRST (HERE) a/n ๑ finally a new part.. im sorry i had u guys waiting so long. there are many more parts to come tho hehe ♡ masterlist

hyunjin’s studio apartment was surprisingly neat—not at all what you expected from someone with his reputation. the space was minimalistic but stylish, with warm lighting that made the place feel inviting. the walls were lined with framed photographs, some of breathtaking cityscapes, others of dancers frozen mid-motion. a large, full-length mirror leaned against one wall, and in the corner sat an electronic keyboard with sheet music scattered across the top.

your gaze flickered to a collection of candles on his coffee table, their soft vanilla scent filling the air. the place wasn’t just clean—it was carefully curated, intimate in a way that made you feel like you were stepping into a side of hyunjin not many got to see.

“you can sit, if you want,” hyunjin called from the kitchen, already unpacking the groceries from his bag. “i’ll get started on the pasta.”

you hesitated for a moment before moving to perch yourself on one of the stools by his counter, watching as he pulled out a cutting board and some vegetables. he moved effortlessly, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his fingers quick as he sliced cherry tomatoes with precision.

“i didn’t know you could cook,” you remarked, resting your chin in your palm.

he let out a small chuckle. “i wouldn’t call it ‘cooking.’ just throwing some stuff together and hoping it turns out edible.”

you hummed in amusement, still letting your eyes wander over his apartment. there was something strangely comforting about being here, despite the fact that you barely knew him.

hyunjin reached for a bottle of wine from his counter, eyeing you as he popped the cork. “you drink, right?”

you blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “oh—yeah. sometimes.”

a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he grabbed two glasses. “good. because wine and pasta go together like…” he trailed off, considering his words as he poured. “like dance and music.”

you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but took the glass he offered nonetheless. he clinked his against yours with a soft ting before taking a sip.

“so,” he leaned against the counter, watching you over the rim of his glass. “tell me something about yourself.”

you raised an eyebrow. “like what?”

he shrugged, twirling his glass between his fingers. “something i wouldn’t know just from looking at you.”

you pursed your lips, thinking. the truth was, you weren’t sure why hyunjin had invited you here in the first place. was this just his way of being friendly, or was there something more to it?

after a moment, you finally answered, “i used to be terrified of performing.”

hyunjin tilted his head, intrigued. “really?”

you nodded. “yeah. when i was younger, i almost quit ballet because i hated being watched. but i stuck with it because… i don’t know, i guess i love dancing more than i fear it.”

a flicker of something crossed his eyes—something understanding. “that makes sense,” he murmured.

you took a sip of wine, eyeing him over the rim. “your turn.”

hyunjin grinned, setting his glass down. “alright. i used to want to be a painter.”

you blinked in surprise. “really?”

“yeah. before dance took over my life, i used to sketch all the time. still do, sometimes.”

your gaze flickered around his apartment, taking in the personal touches—the framed photos, the carefully arranged decor. somehow, that didn’t surprise you.

“you should show me sometime,” you mused, watching as he smirked and turned back to the stove.

“maybe i will.”

the smell of garlic and butter filled the apartment as hyunjin moved effortlessly around the small kitchen, his movements fluid, almost like a dance in itself. you watched as he stirred the pasta, then reached for a jar of chili flakes, sprinkling a pinch into the pan.

“you like spice?” he asked, glancing at you over his shoulder.

you shrugged. “depends. are you trying to impress me with your cooking skills or scare me off?”

a low chuckle escaped his lips as he turned back to the stove. “a little of both.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile forming on your lips. the wine was already warming your cheeks, making you feel looser, lighter.

after a few more minutes, he plated the pasta, setting the dishes on the counter before sliding into the seat next to you. “moment of truth,” he said, watching as you twirled some of the spaghetti around your fork and took a bite.

the heat of the chili mixed with the richness of the butter and parmesan, creating a perfect balance of flavors. you blinked, surprised. “okay… not bad.”

hyunjin grinned, taking a bite himself. “not bad? that’s the best compliment i’ve gotten all week.”

you chuckled softly, shaking your head as you reached for your wine glass. the two of you ate in comfortable silence for a moment, the soft hum of music playing from a speaker in the corner of the room.

eventually, hyunjin leaned back in his chair, studying you. “so, be honest with me,” he said, his tone a little more serious now. “what do you think of the company so far?”

you hesitated for a moment, twirling your fork between your fingers. “it’s… intense,” you admitted. “i knew it would be, but i didn’t realize just how much until i got here. some days, i feel like i’m barely keeping up.”

hyunjin nodded, as if he understood exactly what you meant. “it’s tough. the standards are brutal.”

you swallowed, feeling a lump form in your throat. “the director already called me in once. told me my turnout isn’t where it should be. if i don’t improve by the workshop…” you trailed off, not wanting to say the words out loud.

hyunjin set his glass down, his gaze unwavering. “i’ve seen you dance. the director’s an idiot.”

you let out a soft scoff. “you’re just saying that.”

he tilted his head slightly. “i’m not. you remind me of myself when i first joined. if he can’t see how hard you’re working, how passionate your dancing actually is, he’s missing out.”

a small warmth spread through your chest at his words.

hyunjin watched you as you took another sip of wine, his gaze flickering between your lips and the glass in your hand. the atmosphere in his apartment had shifted slightly—something unspoken lingering in the air between you both.

“here, let me top you off,” he murmured, reaching for the bottle before you could protest.

you watched as the deep red liquid filled your glass once again, the warm buzz already settling into your veins. “you trying to get me drunk?” you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

hyunjin smirked, leaning his chin on his hand as he studied you. “if i was, would that be a bad thing?”

you scoffed, shaking your head as you twirled your pasta with your fork. “you really live up to your reputation, don’t you?”

he feigned innocence, placing a hand on his chest. “me? what kind of reputation?”

you gave him a pointed look. “you know exactly what kind.”

hyunjin chuckled, leaning in just a fraction closer. “and yet, you still agreed to have dinner with me.”

you opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off before you could.

“which means, either you’re not as scared of me as everyone says you should be…” he trailed off, his fingers grazing the stem of his wine glass. “or maybe... you’re a little curious.”

a heat crept up your neck at his words, but you refused to let him see you falter. instead, you took another slow sip of your wine, meeting his gaze over the rim of your glass. “or maybe i just really wanted pasta.”

hyunjin laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “alright, i’ll give you that one.” he took a sip of his own drink, his eyes still fixed on you. “but you know, you’re not as quiet as i thought you’d be.”

you furrowed your brows. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he shrugged, swirling his wine. “the shy, hardworking girl who’s always focused in class? that’s what everyone says about you.”

you tilted your head slightly. “and what do you think?”

hyunjin leaned in just a little more, his voice dropping slightly. “i think there’s a little more to you than what everyone sees.”

your breath hitched slightly, but you forced yourself to play it cool. “you’ve barely been around me.”

“doesn’t take long to notice things,” he mused, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again.

your fingers tightened around your fork, your heart doing something strange in your chest. there was no denying that hyunjin was charming—dangerously so. and yet, despite knowing exactly the kind of guy he was, you couldn’t ignore the way your pulse quickened under his gaze.

he smirked again, clearly sensing your hesitation. “i make you nervous, don’t i?”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you reached for your wine again. “please.”

hyunjin chuckled, watching you with amusement. “right. my mistake.”

the two of you continued eating, the tension between you both still lingering but wrapped in an odd sense of ease. he was bold—flirtatious in a way that felt like second nature to him—but there was something else beneath it, something unreadable in the way he watched you.

after the two of you had finished eating, you remained perched on the stool at the kitchen counter, swirling the last of your wine in your glass as you watched hyunjin move about. 

he worked methodically, rinsing off plates and stacking them in the sink, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the toned muscles of his forearms. every now and then, he would glance at you—subtle, fleeting—but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

the soft hum of the music playing from his speaker mixed with the faint clinking of dishes, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere. you took another slow sip of your wine, feeling the warmth of it settle in your veins, clouding your thoughts just enough to let your worries slip away. the stress from the academy, the constant pressure, even the nagging thoughts of jisung—all of it faded into the background.

but something else had begun to take its place.

there was an unmistakable tension hanging between you and hyunjin, thickening with every glance he sent your way, with every movement of his body as he worked in front of you. his fingers brushed the edge of the counter as he leaned slightly, his sharp jawline catching in the dim light, his lips parted just so as he exhaled. it was intoxicating, and whether it was the wine or your own undeniable attraction to him, you could feel the heat building inside you.

you shifted slightly on the stool, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to ground yourself, but it only made the sensation worse. hyunjin noticed—of course he did. he smirked to himself as he dried off a plate, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he was reveling in the effect he had on you.

“so,” he finally spoke, his voice smooth, teasing. “enjoying yourself?”

you blinked, your lips slightly parted as you tried to regain your composure. “yeah,” you managed, setting your glass down carefully. “i think the wine is hitting me a little.”

hyunjin chuckled, tossing the dish towel over his shoulder as he sauntered closer. “i can tell.” he leaned against the counter, tilting his head slightly as he studied you. “you get a relaxed when you drink.”

you swallowed, suddenly feeling incredibly small under his gaze. “is that a bad thing?”

he smirked, his fingers grazing the rim of his own wine glass. “not at all.”

there it was again—that charged energy between you, like a live wire waiting to spark. and the way he was looking at you now, his dark eyes drinking you in, made you wonder if you really wanted to resist it.

as hyunjin set the last dish aside, he dried his hands off leisurely, his gaze flickering toward you. you sat perched on the barstool, wine glass delicately balanced between your fingers, your legs crossed, your body language just relaxed enough from the alcohol. you looked soft under the dim glow of his apartment lights, a little dazed, a little too beautiful for your own good.

he took his time walking around the counter, his movements slow and deliberate. when he reached you, his fingers brushed over yours, warm and lingering, before he fully took your hand in his. his thumb smoothed over your knuckles, sending a small shiver down your spine.

“you’re quiet,” he murmured, voice deep, honeyed. his free hand lifted, trailing lightly along the exposed skin of your arm. the soft, teasing touch made your breath hitch, your body hyper-aware of every movement he made.

his fingers traveled upward, tracing the curve of your shoulder before reaching your collarbone. with an effortless motion, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips barely grazing your jawline as he did so. the intimate touch made your lips part slightly, your breath uneven.

hyunjin smirked. “you’re really pretty, you know.”

the compliment sent warmth pooling in your stomach, but you scoffed softly, averting your gaze. “you probably say that to every girl.”

he chuckled, tilting his head slightly. “would it be so bad if i meant it?” his voice was quiet now, almost coaxing. his fingers trailed back down your arm, slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring the feeling of your skin beneath his touch.

your heartbeat pounded in your ears as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing your cheek before hovering near your own. his breath was warm, laced with the scent of wine, and the proximity made your head spin.

“do you wanna come to bed?” he murmured, the words sending a sharp jolt of heat through you.

you felt your stomach tighten, your skin burning where his hands touched you. the air between you was thick, charged, and when you finally looked up to meet his gaze, there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes.

for a moment, you hesitated. but then, without fully realizing it, you nodded.

hyunjin’s smirk deepened, his fingers tightening slightly around yours before he took a step back, gently tugging you forward. as he led you out of the kitchen, his grip never wavered, his confidence unwavering.

and with every step you took toward his bed, you felt the weight of anticipation press down on you, your body thrumming with the unspoken tension that neither of you seemed willing to break just yet.

hyunjin led you through the softly lit apartment, his grip firm yet unhurried as he guided you toward his bed. the atmosphere felt thick with unspoken words, every step sending your heart pounding against your ribs.

when he reached the edge of the bed, he turned to face you, his hand still clasping yours. his dark eyes searched your face, a slow smirk curling his lips as he reached up, fingers tracing along your jawline with featherlight precision. 

“you’re nervous,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with something teasing, something knowing. 

you swallowed hard, your breath shallow as he stepped closer, eliminating what little space remained between you. his scent—clean, warm, and intoxicatingly familiar now—wrapped around you, making your head feel light.

“i’m not,” you lied, though the way your fingers twitched at your sides betrayed you.

hyunjin chuckled, the sound deep, smooth, almost predatory. “liar,” he whispered.

before you could protest, his fingers tilted your chin up, his touch achingly slow, deliberate. his eyes flickered from yours to your lips, and then, without another word, he leaned in.

the first brush of his lips was soft—almost too soft, as if he were testing the waters, waiting for you to pull away. but when you didn’t, when your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered shut, he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.

his lips moved against yours with practiced ease, coaxing, teasing, yet still leaving space for you to respond. the warmth of his mouth, the way he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss, sent a sharp wave of heat through your entire body.

hyunjin's other hand found your waist, fingers pressing gently against the fabric of your shirt, grounding you as he pulled you further into him. the sensation of being so close, of feeling the warmth of his body against yours, made your stomach twist into knots.

he was intoxicating, and the worst part was—you didn’t want to stop.

when he finally pulled away, his lips lingering just above yours, he exhaled softly, his breath mingling with yours. his hand remained at your waist, his thumb grazing small, absentminded circles against your hip.

“not so nervous anymore, huh?” he murmured, his voice lower, rougher.

you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze—intense, amused, and something else entirely.

and for the first time that night, you let yourself smile. “shut up.”

hyunjin grinned, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip as if committing the feeling to memory. “make me.”

his lips were on yours once again, igniting a fire of desire within you. he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling you towards him as he guided you to straddle his waist. his large hands found your thighs, kneading and caressing the soft flesh with precision. in a bold move, his fingertips dared to slide under the fabric of your skirt, sending shivers down your spine.

his soft, delicious lips grazed off yours, trailing along your cheek, jaw, and neck. the sensation made you let out a soft, breathy moan, unable to contain the pleasure he was giving you. with calculated movements, he maneuvered his head lower and kissed the exposed skin in the opening of your shirt. his lips fit perfectly in the dip of your cleavage, making you gasp at the intimate attention he was giving you.

your head began to spin as your skin grew hot from the intensity of the moment. hyunjin, the guy you had always admired and secretly crushed on, was now exploring your body with such fervor that it almost felt too overwhelming to handle.

you nervously chewed on your lower lip as you brought your fingers to the buttons on your shirt. desperate to rid yourself of any barriers between you and hyunjin's touch, you unbuttoned them quickly and tossed the shirt aside onto his bedroom floor. your bra was now exposed for his gaze and he let out a low hum of approval before showering your bare chest with more kisses.

feeling emboldened by his actions and consumed by desire, you fumbled with the clasp on your bra. sensing your struggle, hyunjin reached behind you and swiftly undid it with one hand, revealing your breasts fully to him.

he wasted no time in wrapping his lips around the nipple of your left breast, his warm mouth sucking and nibbling gently while he kneaded the other with his hand. the sensations coursing through you were electrifying as he lavished attention on both breasts, alternating between them before pulling off with a soft wet pop. you couldn't help but whine at the loss of his mouth, aching for more.

before you could protest or beg for him to continue, hyunjin flipped you onto your back and laid you down on the bed. as he sat up to remove his own shirt, you eagerly reached out, running your palms against the toned muscles of his abdomen that you had always adored. he hummed in approval, giving you a small smirk, relishing in your appreciative touch.

your hands trailed down to the bulge beginning to tent in his jeans, and he bucked his hips forward, allowing you to rub your palms against the thick appendage through the fabric. "eager, are we?" he teased with a knowing glint in his eyes, resting a hand on yours. you blushed at being caught in your desires and looked up to meet his gaze. "shut up," you said softly, feeling flustered yet unable to look away from him.

he carefully moved your hand off of him, chuckling deeply. "guess i better get my mouth busy then, hm?" he asked playfully before reaching out and tugging your skirt down along with your panties. you couldn't even form a rebuttal as he gripped your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed before kneeling before you. your stomach fluttered with excitement and nerves as reality finally set in that this was actually happening between the two of you.

he effortlessly spread your legs, marveling at your flexibility. his lips danced carefully around your core, softly kissing your inner thighs on both sides before reaching the top of your mound. the anticipation and teasing were almost painful, as you squirmed and whined under his touch. your body was so incredibly responsive, and he knew exactly what you needed.

with a chuckle, he finally gave in to your begging and leaned in, his warm tongue eagerly tracing from your entrance to your swollen clit. he moaned at the first taste of you, savoring every drop. but soon, his need for you took over and both of his hands were kneading your inner thighs, pushing them down against the bed as he devoured you with more fervor.

you were a moaning mess, completely lost in pleasure. gripping onto the sheets for dear life, you could barely control yourself as hyunjin's strong hold on your legs kept them from shaking and clamping around his head. 

his lips were wet and hot against your sensitive clit, drawing out a moan that echoed through the room. your body curled in pleasure as he continued to suckle and tease, his skillful mouth coaxing out your juices and leaving his pretty lips and chin glistening with your essence. your brows knitted together in pure ecstasy as you cried out loudly, unable to control the bucking of your hips as they rose up to meet his face. every nerve in your body was on fire, craving more of his intoxicating touch.

“h-hyunjin, p-please, don’t stop,” you gasped, feeling the familiar ache building between your legs. you gripped his head tightly, entwining your fingers in his soft hair as you guided him to exactly where you needed him. his tongue swirled expertly against your throbbing clit, sending shivers down your spine and straight into your core. a low purr rumbled from his throat as he worked tirelessly to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

and then it hit you like a tidal wave. a strangled cry tore from your lips as your orgasm washed over you, consuming every inch of your being. your whole body shook on the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through you. as you threw your head back in bliss, you missed the sight of hyunjin's dark eyes watching you, his own satisfaction evident in the small smirk playing on his lips. he had reduced you to a quivering mess with just his touch, and he reveled in the power he held over you.

with every lick and kiss to your throbbing clit, a wave of pleasure rippled through your entire body, causing your legs to tremble and your breath to come out in short gasps. as you reached the peak of your orgasm, you let out a high-pitched whine of overstimulation. finally, he stood up and wiped his chin with his thumb, his expression filled with satisfaction.

as you sat up on the bed, he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate and eager kiss. you could still feel the tingling sensations from your climax as you opened your legs once more, inviting him to stand between them. with trembling hands, you unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down, revealing his already hard and throbbing cock. he let out a low groan as it was freed from its tight confines of jeans and boxers. it bobbed in front of you, glistening with precum.

moving closer to the edge of the bed, you leaned down and traced your tongue along the length of his shaft before taking him into your mouth. his hand found its way into your hair, gripping it tightly as he leaned back slightly to watch you work on him with skilled movements. every moan that escaped his lips only fueled your arousal even more.

as you pleasured him with your mouth, he reached over and retrieved a condom from the nightstand, signaling for you to pause. your lips were swollen from your shared kisses as you gazed up at him with a wickedly hungry look in your eyes. he stepped out of his jeans and boxers before carefully tearing open the condom wrapper and rolling it onto himself, his anticipation building with each passing second. you slid back on the bed, giving him room to lay on top of you. 

"you okay?" his voice was gentle as he caressed your cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. you nodded, nuzzling his palm with a soft sigh. his smile widened and he knelt between your legs, his body hovering over yours.

you could feel the heat radiating from his skin as he aligned himself at your entrance, his grip firm on your hip. slowly, he pushed inside you, inch by inch, and you couldn't help but groan at the delicious feeling of being filled. his hands held onto you tightly as he penetrated deeper, earning more sounds of pleasure from you.

as he bottomed out, both of you let out a satisfied groan. he felt so good inside you, and with each thrust, you could feel yourself fluttering around him. he began to move his hips in a slow rhythm, catching both of your legs and resting your ankles on his shoulders. "a-ah... fuck," you gasped as he leaned down, angling even deeper.

his thrusts quickened and the bed beneath you creaked with each movement. you clung onto him, unable to control the moans that escaped your lips. "christ," he grunted, using one hand to support himself as he pounded into you. "so fucking tight," he moaned, his cool facade slowly crumbling under the intense pleasure. 

despite being usually sly and confident in other areas, the way you felt around him made him lose all sense of composure. he was completely consumed by the moment, giving into his primal desires as he continued to thrust into you with increasing urgency.

leaning down, his lips met yours again in a frenzy of passion. his tongue danced against your lips, seeking entry and you eagerly let him in, moaning into the messy makeout session. as he pistoned in and out of you, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, accompanied by your whimpers and moans of pleasure. the feeling of being filled by him was overwhelming, and hyunjin could feel himself getting closer to the edge. he leaned down and kissed your neck again, littering them all over the skin there, and finished with a sloppy, wet one. he nibbled and sucked on that same spot, making you whimper. 

"i'm close," he choked out between thrusts, breaking the kiss to warn you. but he didn't want to finish without you, so he reached down and swiped his thumb over your sensitive clit as he continued to thrust inside you. your loud moans only spurred him on, and he felt your walls clenching around him more frequently, a sure sign that you were close to cumming too.

as your orgasm hit, it sent hyunjin over the edge as well. he buried himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he pumped his release into the condom. the intensity of his climax left him almost collapsing on top of you, but he managed to hold himself up above you as he slowly thrusted, prolonging both his and your pleasure until every last wave had passed through your bodies.

you lay beside hyunjin, the soft hum of music drifting through the dimly lit room as the two of you silently absorbed the weight of what had just happened. his body was warm against yours, his arm draped loosely over your waist, fingers tracing absent patterns on your skin. your head rested on his shoulder, rising and falling with his steady breaths. the moment felt still, intimate, almost surreal.

feeling you shift slightly, hyunjin glanced down at you, his voice low and gentle. “do you need anything? water?”

you shook your head, pulling the sheets closer around your bare body. “no, i’m fine,” you murmured, the afterglow keeping you warm enough.

the quiet, almost dreamlike atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the sharp ring of his phone. hyunjin let out a quiet sigh before carefully slipping his arm from beneath you and sitting up. he reached for his phone, grabbing his boxers and sliding them on before answering the call.

as he spoke, his voice slightly hushed, you shifted in the bed, reality seeping back in. figuring you should redress yourself, you reached for your scattered clothes, the cool air brushing against your skin as you moved. once you got dressed, hyunjin returned, having just hung up the phone. 

“that was emile,” hyunjin said as he set his phone down on the nightstand, scratching the back of his neck. “apparently, they’re adding another ballet to the workshop.” his gaze flickered over to you, his expression unreadable. “they’re extending the casting.”

a wave of relief crashed over you, momentarily pushing aside your worries. a second chance. maybe this was it. you quickly sat up, the sheets pooling around your waist. “who’s directing it?” you asked, a spark of hope in your voice.

hyunjin shrugged, leaning back on his hands. “no idea, actually. emile didn’t say. just that they’ll be watching class tomorrow.” he offered you a small, reassuring smile. “don’t stress too much about it.”

you let out a quiet huff, shaking your head. “i’ll try,” you muttered, though you both knew it was easier said than done.

as you set your bags down by your bed, celeste’s gaze lingered on you, her curiosity evident. yeji, meanwhile, barely spared you another glance, too focused on perfecting the eyeliner she was testing on the back of her hand.

“you’re home late,” yeji remarked absentmindedly, tilting her head as she examined her work in the mirror.

“yeah, i ran into a friend and lost track of time,” you responded smoothly, hoping to steer the conversation away before it could go anywhere. you toed off your shoes, slipping out of your coat and hanging it neatly beside your bed.

celeste, however, was watching you far more intently than yeji. you didn’t realize it at first, too preoccupied with winding down from the night. “a friend, huh?” she mused, her tone light but undeniably laced with intrigue.

you nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. “yeah, i ended up having dinner with them.”

before you could move away, celeste stepped closer, brushing your hair back from your shoulder as if absentmindedly fixing it—only to pause when she caught sight of the faint but unmistakable mark blooming just below your collarbone. her fingers barely grazed over it, and when you felt her touch, your body stiffened.

a knowing smirk tugged at her lips. “interesting,” she murmured, her voice teasing.

celeste’s smirk deepened as she locked eyes with you, her fingers still resting lightly against your skin. you swallowed hard, knowing there was no way she hadn’t put the pieces together.

yeji, catching onto the shift in energy, finally glanced up from her makeup. “what’s interesting?” she asked, turning in her seat.

celeste didn’t answer immediately. instead, she leaned in just a little, lowering her voice so only you could hear. “did your friend give you this?” she teased, her breath warm against your skin.

your stomach twisted, heat creeping up your neck. you pulled away from her touch instinctively, brushing your hair back over the mark as if that would somehow erase what she’d already seen. “it’s nothing,” you mumbled, reaching for your pajama shirt in an attempt to distract yourself.

yeji’s curiosity piqued at your flustered response. she narrowed her eyes at you before turning to celeste, who was now watching you with a look of pure amusement. “wait,” yeji pressed, setting down her eyeliner. “what are you two whispering about?”

celeste grinned. “oh, nothing. just that our dear friend here happened to come back with a little souvenir from her dinner.” she pointed subtly toward your neck, and yeji’s eyes immediately darted to the spot where your hair barely concealed the mark.

you sighed, already regretting ever stepping foot in this room tonight.

yeji’s lips parted in shock before she let out a sharp laugh. “no way.” she stood up, striding over to get a better look despite your feeble attempt to shield yourself. “who was it?” she demanded, tilting her head. “wait, wait—don’t tell me.” a wicked glint sparked in her eyes. “was it hyunjin?”

you froze.

that was all the confirmation she needed.

“no. fucking. way.” yeji’s voice was somewhere between disbelief and excitement, practically vibrating with scandal. “you slept with hyunjin?”

celeste gasped dramatically, clasping a hand over her mouth before breaking into laughter. “oh my god. you did, didn’t you?”

you groaned, throwing your pajama shirt over your head in record time, officially ending their visual investigation. “would you both keep it down?” you hissed, glaring at them as you climbed onto your bed, pressing your back against the headboard as if that would somehow make you invisible.

yeji ignored your plea, plopping onto the edge of your bed with a devious grin. “are you kidding? this is the best thing that’s happened all week. you have to give details.”

“no, i really don’t.”

celeste climbed up next to you, nudging you with her shoulder. “oh, come on, just a little? was he good?”

you threw a pillow at her, but she dodged it effortlessly, laughing. “i hate both of you.”

yeji smirked. “well, hyunjin doesn’t, apparently.”

your face burned hotter than ever as you buried it in your hands, listening to your so-called friends cackle at your expense.

the next morning, you woke before celeste and yeji, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible to take a shower. the first thing on your mind was the glaring mark on your collarbone—a damning souvenir from last night. you’d die of embarrassment if anyone else noticed it. under the warm spray of the shower, you meticulously scrubbed at the area, even though you knew it wouldn’t just vanish. afterward, you stood before the mirror, layering on concealer with careful precision, ensuring the mark was well hidden. satisfied, you threw on a sweater, pulling the neckline up high enough to serve as an extra safeguard. at least for now, your secret was safe.

despite your successful cover-up, your nerves were already on edge. there was too much to worry about. hyunjin would be in class today—watching you, analyzing you. on top of that, the announcement of a new ballet had left you anxious about the extended casting. what if this was your second chance? or worse—what if it only added more pressure?

you tried shaking off your thoughts as you entered the studio, greeted by the familiar chatter of your classmates. yuqi and lia were already at the barres, stretching, their conversation animated as they laughed about something you had missed. the guys were gathered on the other side of the room, talking amongst themselves. without thinking, your eyes scanned the group, searching for one person in particular.

jisung.

and just as quickly as you spotted him, you realized he had already been looking at you. his gaze was soft, his attention seemingly elsewhere even as felix and minho spoke beside him. he offered you a small smile, one that you reflexively returned, but something about it made your stomach twist. an inexplicable unease settled over you. you pushed it aside, unwilling to dissect it any further.

taking a deep breath, you pulled your sweater over your head, discreetly checking to ensure the hickey remained concealed. you folded the garment and placed it neatly beside your bag before beginning your warm-ups, allowing muscle memory to guide you through each movement.

the room gradually filled with a quiet hum of anticipation as emile and the instructors entered, accompanied by a handful of company dancers. the change in atmosphere was palpable—everyone knew today was important. holding onto the barre, you straightened your posture as the directors settled into their seats along the mirrored wall. then, you saw hyunjin.

your eyes met across the studio, just for a fleeting moment. he offered you a small smile—one that sent your pulse racing despite your best efforts to suppress it. you bit the inside of your cheek, acutely aware of celeste's gaze flickering between the two of you.

emile clapped his hands, signaling for everyone’s attention. the murmuring softened as he stepped forward.

“may i have your attention, everyone?” his voice carried through the studio, commanding focus. “in light of the upcoming workshop, we have decided to add another ballet to the production. it will be manon. i’m sure many of you are familiar with it.”

a ripple of excitement coursed through the room—until the door suddenly opened.

a woman entered.

she was stunning. her pale complexion was near porcelain-like, accentuated by large, doll-like eyes and a cascade of chestnut-brown hair. grace radiated from her with every step she took.

“hello,” she greeted, her voice effortlessly smooth. “i’m so sorry i’m late.”

a collective hush fell over the students. then, scattered whispers.

you blinked, confused by the immediate reaction from those around you. yeji leaned toward you, murmuring under her breath. “what’s she doing here?” her tone was laced with something between disbelief and curiosity. “you’d think after what hyunjin said…”

the realization hit you like a freight train.

madeline picard.

hyunjin’s ex.

your gaze darted toward him, finding his once-calm expression now hardened. his jaw was tight, his entire body stiff as she gracefully made her way toward emile.

“no worries, dear,” emile assured her with a warm smile. “everyone, this is madeline picard. she will be directing manon, our newest ballet for the workshop.”

excitement erupted around you, students clapping and whispering in barely-contained awe. this was an incredible opportunity—working under madeline was something dancers would dream of.

but amidst the celebration, there was only one reaction that stood out.

hyunjin abruptly rose to his feet, his chair scraping against the floor in protest. his face was dark with barely restrained anger. before anyone could react, he turned on his heel and stormed out, the studio door slamming shut behind him.

and just like that, the room fell silent again.

the air in the studio was thick with tension, the excitement over madeline’s arrival now drowned out by hyunjin’s dramatic exit. your eyes remained locked on the closed door, your heart hammering in your chest.

hyunjin had seemed fine just moments ago. but the second he saw her, his entire demeanor had shifted. it wasn’t just discomfort—it was rage.

you swallowed hard, tearing your gaze away to glance at celeste and yeji. the former raised an eyebrow at you, while yeji kept staring at the door, her lips slightly parted. “wow,” she whispered. “that was… something.”

no kidding.

emile, ever the professional, didn’t let the disruption linger. he clapped his hands again, regaining the room’s focus. “let’s settle down, please. we have a lot to cover today, and i’d like to get started.” his voice was calm, but there was a hint of disapproval over hyunjin’s sudden departure.

you forced yourself to look forward, though your mind remained elsewhere.

madeline smiled politely, her hands clasped in front of her. “i’m truly honored to be working with you all,” she said, her voice smooth and poised. “manon is a deeply emotional ballet, and i look forward to seeing how you interpret it.”

emile turned to the pianist, giving him a nod before addressing the class. “we’ll begin with barre work. let’s get to it.”

you went through the motions, gripping the barre and positioning yourself in first position. but your mind was far from the technique.

because hyunjin never came back.

and you couldn’t help but wonder just how deep his wounds ran.

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