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[ethereal-choi]

~ melting away from this grey, cruel world...

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cg!mulder moodboard + headcanons!!

note; can you tell I love bunnies?? anyways- I made this absolutely agessss ago, started the headcanons after I made the moodboard but I've been in and out of the mindset to write/write agere stuff since I've been struggling with my regression lately but!! I'm here and I have plans to write more and I've got ideas. my inbox and requests are open!!

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• the sweetest when he finds out about your regression, he's patient with you, kind and considerate. he'll sit there and listen to every word as you explain it, and he's especially patient and soft if he finds out because you impurely regressed. perhaps a meltdown after a really bad case, something that triggered you and caused you to break after a build up of stress.

• he'll rest his hands on the sides of your upper arms and just smile and hum and nod as you talk.

• he loves resting his fingers and hands on your face. during cuddles he'll rub your cheeks or forehead with his thumb, and he loves playing with your hair.

• if you have hair long enough for it, he'll put little braids and styles of the like in it for you, sitting you between his legs and just styling it!!

• little forehead kisses as reassurance

• records your favorite episodes of your TV shows on VHS so he can watch it with you or have it on for you (his personal favorite of your favorites is beakmans world, obvs)

• he loves getting to wrap you up in blankets and just hold you

• he's a smidge bit overprotective, when you're little he tends to keep you away from anything that could possibly danger you and helps you with any task that you could get hurt with

• so, crafts? safety scissors only. and he has to watch you. cooking? nope, only with close supervision. you can get ingredients, though no cutting or stirring over the stove. that's *his* job.

• he doesn't really mind any sort of nickname you give him but he always favors foxy or baba. daddy is okay too, but he likes the other two the most.

• has little sensory bins for you both to play in (he's a child at heart, also- autism)

• there's a rice box, sand box and a moon dough box. he has them all set up as little sort of dioramas. little toys stuck in them, some play shovels or anything that you can play in it with.

• he's a sucker for your pouts. one simple whine and a poke out of your lip and he is *melted*

• he has a hard time putting his foot down on rules he may have (maimly bedtimes and candy since those are the ones you fight the most)

• he just loves seeing you happy and giggly

• stims when you stims, and dances around with you in whatever room you're in

• at work, if you start to feel smaller, he tends to notice quickly and always makes note to keep a closer eye on you. and if you're in reach, he'll pull you in to lean against him or pull you into a hug

• when you dress up in his clothes for fun (usually his suit) he adores it. just awes at you and coos at you and tells you how adorable and sweet of a baby you are!

• loves cooking for you. he's not horrible at it, but he learned how to make/prep all of your safe foods so he has those recipes in hand all the time!

• he has a whole box of pacis/teethers/treats/toys/etc just for when you're little, calls it your baby-box

• loves having you in his lap while he works at the dining table. he'll have his work in front of him and just be rubbing your back with his hand as you cuddle up to him and babble and coo.

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Cure for Lethargy

Moodboard by Admin Scar

Starring: Do Kyungsoo (D.O) & Oh Sehun [SeSoo/HunSoo/EXO]

Includes: Cute Kisses, Confident Gayness & Fluff

Rating: PG-13

~*.*..*All I wanted was to see you smile. That’s it. Such a cute thing.*..*.*~

A/N: I have a love for the HunSoo ship because it plays a lot on some of my favorite things about couple dynamics. Size difference and personality contrast--those are abundant in this ship in the most beautiful of ways. Sehun is so much bigger than Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo is much more reserved than Sehun. It’s a perfect match. In my mind, though I know everyone thinks differently, I see Kyungsoo as the top. I love the idea of him having to maneuver around that tall body just to fuck him right. Oof. Anywhoo~ Enjoy this fic, which is to exemplify a perfect portion of Sehun being the confident, loving boyfriend he is. 

Musical Inspiration: Smile - McFly 

Asks Open for Feedback, Comments, Kudos and Thoughs. <3

             It was not uncommon, in the middle of an interview, for Kyungsoo to look bored and or in the midst of plotting the death of everyone involved. Today, however, he seemed even more deadpan than usual, which generally meant that he had something on his mind. It never seemed to be too much for Kyungsoo to handle, but that didn’t stop the other members from asking him how he was; or from trying to make him feel better.

              Fiddling with his hands, Kyungsoo hoped that none of them noticed. They had all worked together for so long that it was like a sixth sense, and part of him knew that. One of them was bound to notice. Honestly, it was only stress, and if Kyungsoo had to pinpoint exactly what moment caused him to feel it, he would be unable to. Being an idol, stress was a given if not a staple of daily life. It was always around them, swarming like flies that no hand was fast enough to swat.

              The other members were mostly transfixed on the MC, who was a pretty woman in her early thirties with long hair and a nice figure, but Kyungsoo was too distracted to notice that she was anything more than just another person. He didn’t answer any questions, remaining as quiet as possible, his expression barely changing as they moved from the interview stage to the backroom where they were allowed to change into comfortable traveling clothes and rid themselves of makeup if they chose to.

              Passing by the other boys, Kyungsoo downed a bottle of water before tossing the plastic of it into a waste bin nearby. He rubbed at a temple and headed towards the backroom, passing an open door, into which he was pulled by his free hand. The only light in the room was from the streetlights and the moon outside the window, and as the door was closed, Kyungsoo found himself staring at the eyes of a wolf, soft features, and pretty lips in the dim light of the room.

              “Sehun, what are you—”

              Just as Kyungsoo tried to speak, his words were cut off with the planting of plump lips against his hand, Sehun’s hand still holding it. Blushing, thanking the cosmos that it was dark in that room, his eyes widened and he swallowed, his lips peeling open to speak, but no words came out. He merely just stared as Sehun pressed his lips to each knuckle individually, smiling against honey colored skin that tasted very similarly.

              Kyungsoo didn’t protest as Sehun kissed up his arm and towards his shoulder, feeling the need to move away from the contact. Lethargy was something Kyungsoo felt often, especially when he was stressed out, and this time was no different. He wanted to be alone, but the more those lips met his skin, the more he felt inclined to stay put, something about them keeping him grounded.

              “Kyungsoo…” Sehun whispered, “You seemed upset in the interview. What’s wrong?” His words came between kisses as he walked the shorter male back and towards the wall, leaning over him so he could continue to kiss all of that shoulder and arm that he could reach.

              “Really, Sehun, I’m fine. I j-just get down sometimes. It’s fine.” Kyungsoo said, his words escaping in the oddest little croak that surprised even him. They had never done anything like this. Sure, Sehun was one to linger during hugs or tease whenever he got the chance, but this was different—this was intimate.

              “You’re a liar.” Sehun smirked and his lips hit Kyungsoo’s neck, just grazing. The sound that left the shorter male was odd, almost feline, and Sehun only smiled wider. Peppering those kisses up to Kyungsoo’s jaw, Sehun seemed pleased with himself, “You should be happy. I want you to be happy.” Lips nestled just under an earlobe, Sehun pushed a hand between them to take Kyungsoo’s own, bringing it forward a bit, holding it around the wrist.

              “I’m not lying, Seh. I’ll be fine.” Exhaling, Kyungsoo felt stunned and glued to the spot, not sure what he was feeling, though his groin seemed to have its mind made up. Sehun pulled back to look Kyungsoo in the eyes, his Cheshire grin turning into something all the more sweet and playful as he tipped his head forward, kissing all over Kyungsoo’s face, paying special attention to his cheekbones and temples.

              “S-stop!” Kyungsoo found himself giggling and then laughing, the kisses light as butterfly wings, his fingers winding in the hold that hand had on his wrist. He wiggled a bit against the wall, his plump lips curling into a happy, blissful smile, the tickle of it all making him look unburdened and sweet.

              Sehun was happy to hear those laughs, and he could feel that smile in his chest, making it swell. He pulled back again, this time to admire Kyungsoo’s expression, “There. That’s all I wanted. To see you smile.” Pressing forward slowly, their lips met, but the depth of it didn’t read as playful in the slightest. When Sehun disconnected, Kyungsoo felt short of breath and struck to the abdomen.

              Sehun looked more than pleased with himself and he took a step back, pulling Kyungsoo by the hand deeper into the heart of the room, biting his lip. Using his foot to push a small stepping stool towards the shorter male, he pulled him into a second kiss, rendering him helpless to the shooting pleasure those lips made him feel. Sehun’s pupils dilated and when their lips left one another again, he brought the bottom tier into his teeth, looking Kyungsoo over. Sehun knew just how to put a lasting smile on that beautiful face.

              “Now, fuck me, Kyungsoo. Right here.”

              “What?!”

Admin Death

[dat-town]

when the stars are gone

Characters: Myungjun & You

Genre: angst 

Setting: greek myth in modern era au [moodboard]

Summary: The constellations disappear and one falls right into you.

Warning: mentions of death and violence

Words: 3.1k

for @kmhoodys from your asa ♥

Everything changed overnight.

One of the very few things humanity universally accepted to be true proved all of them wrong and made each belief crumble. People even started doubting things they used to believe in and that was scientifically proven like the Sun rising on the East. Nobody could believe anything they saw anymore.

Why? Easy.

Because from one day to another, all the constellations disappeared from the sky.

Without any forecasting sign, any worrisome news, the next day the night sky was empty save from the Moon and the bright spark of the planet Venus. Any star smaller than the Sun just weren't there anymore and nobody, no astrophysicist or the NASA could explain the phenomena. So people did what they did best when they didn't understood something: they made up stories. They claimed that the apocalypse started just like this: with the lack of stars.

And unbeknownst to you, one of them fell right into you. Literally. With such grace and strength, that you were strangled to the ground of the back garden of your parents’ place. You would have called it misfortune blaming Fortuna but he would have called it the right alignment of the (not even existing) stars that you were right there, right then.

“Hello.”

A soft voice startled and pulled you out of the state of shock you were in due to the fall and the possible concussion you suffered. It was soothing, the way his tone seemed to soothe over the vowels creating the kind of melody you never wanted to forget. You faintly wondered if you were dreaming when opening your eyes you saw an unfamiliar pair of bright, coal dark eyes staring down at you in worry. Honey brown hair fell into the stranger’s forehead, over the smooth skin and your hands itched to touch, to brush the fringe away. His lean body hovered over yours which was a huge disrespect of your personal place and yet, his mere presence took your breath away. Not to mention his unexpected entrance.

“Hi...” you mumbled still a bit dazed and accepted the offered hand that pulled you up from the ground. Standing on unsteady legs you found yourself face-to-face with a young man looking as ethereal as one could get in his simple, elegant, white clothes and with that handsome face of his. He was like nobody you had ever met and you couldn't even pinpoint what it was about him that made you feel like this. Was it the vibe he radiated off or the knowing, piercing look of his eyes?

“Who are you?” was the first question you blurted out because you didn't want to draw false conclusions from the fact that he wondered in your parents’ garden. Maybe he was allowed to. He could have been a new neighbour you didn't know about since you had been away for the last four months because of university.

“Oh forgive me for being so rude. I forgot as I was just as startled as yourself. Everything happened so fast,” the guy apologized seemingly sincere and you found his choice of words pretty interesting. “People used to call me Perseus but it's been awhile since I used that name. You may call me Myungjun, or Jun for short if you prefer.”

As he introduced himself, you furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of the ancient name.

“Perseus as in the constellation?” you looked up only to be welcomed by the empty, black sky and then back at the boy shining brightly just by standing there.

“Yeah exactly.”

It seemed like the stranger… Myungjun, you reminded yourself, didn't feel the need to explain it any further and silence stretched far between you two. You were about to ask what he was doing here or what brought him here so fast he couldn't stop the collision but the question died on your lips as you heard your name being called from the house.

“That was my little brother. I have to go,” you excused yourself and turned around to go in, so Sanha didn't have to come out to get you and drag you inside. But before you walked away you just had to tell him about your concern of him being there because something was up with this whole situation.

“You should leave if my parents didn't allow you to cross our garden,” you told him and with that and one last, curious gaze thrown his way, you left, shutting the door behind you just to be sure.

It wasn't long after when you first heard the news about other unexplainable events. For example the enormous (six feet tall!) scorpion that attacked New York or the huge lion wandering on the streets in the East. Yet, it wasn't until the appearance of two identical brothers acting like heroes who spoke a strange dialect that people connected the dots: the constellations that disappeared from the sky was now actually down on Earth.

Like Perseus.

The realization made your throat close-up and for once you listened to your parents who insisted that you shouldn't go back to university until things get a bit safer. But it didn't look very promising for now.

Even Hercules who liked to be called Rocky now declared on national television that the whole fiasco was the revenge of gods for not believing in them. Though rumours had it that Selene, the goddess of night sky and stars, was kidnapped and the emptiness of her position caused the havoc. Whatever it was, chaos emerged. People had to face attacks of animals multiple of their normal size or even mythological creatures wandering on the streets. Orion, or as he preferred to be named now: Jinjin, being the talented hunter he was, teamed up with Hercules and together they tried to make sure no innocent human life was taken. However, it wasn't that easy, they couldn't be anywhere.

For example, right here.

You were just back from grocery shopping when you saw your brother hiding behind the corner of one of your neighbours' house. You were just about to call his name when he noticed you and one look with wild hand gestures was enough to silence you. A low animalistic grunt made you freeze in your place before you spotted the huge long-neck dinosaur-like monster with a really ugly and scary head. You quickly crouched down and hid behind a rubbish container before it could notice you and eat you because based on the mess on the street, it was looking for food in the bins. Taking a few shallow breaths you glanced out on your left to check Sanha's position and come up with ways how to get there but the boy looked utterly panicked and kept pointing to something behind you. You didn't know what to make of it until the loud sound of a huff on your right. You quickly turned around and faced the head of the monster. Geez, it was almost as big in itself as you crouched down. Not to mention the dark eyes and the huge flashed teeth of it.

Over the loud, fearful drumming thumps of your heart you barely heard the Run! order before you saw a familiar figure in the line of your vision with a makeshift armour made of the cap of a garbage bin and a long, sharp kitchen knife. It all happened so fast, you barely registered what you were in the middle of and then you heard the frizzing sound and smell of flesh burning and the head of the monster rolled away once Myungjun cut it off its slim neck.

“Are you okay?” he crouched down in front of you and offered a helping hand. You had a slight déjavu as you took it.

“Yeah, I am. Just surprised,” you admitted and damn how could you not notice last time how soft his skin was? And how warm was the care in his chocolate brown orbs? “Thank you for saving my life.”

“Anytime,” he smiled a bit cheekily still not letting go of your hand and it was so absurd. You didn't know how long you would have just stood there if your brother didn't step in.

“Guys, it's a hydra,” he yelled and it was only his warning that saved you from the jet of flame the now two-headed monster sent your way. Where one head was cut off two new grew into its place and you desperately started searching for some information about how to kill it for good.

“Come on,” Myungjun tugged you farther away and you followed him because in your shocked state you didn't know what else to do. When you reached Sanha's side you couldn't help but notice that your little brother towered over both of you. (Why did he have to grow so tall for real?)

“Should we call I don't know… the military?” you suggested running out of ideas already and Sanha sorted at your idea murmuring something probably savage under his breath.

“There's no need. I can handle it,” Myungjun claimed with a confident smile.

“Dude, you didn't even know it was a hydra,” your brother rolled his eyes and he was right. Cutting off the head wasn't the best idea because now it had two and one of them could emit fire.

“But now I know and I know what to do with it. Just keep her away,” he pointed at you and you knew it was the wrong time to complain that you weren't a damsel in distress since he really did kind of saved you earlier.

“Who is this guy?” Sanha asked once Myungjun was off to fight with the hydra.

“Perseus,” you blurted out without thinking, long-forgotten childhood stories of Greek mythology coming back.

“The ancient hero?”

“It looks like it,” you said dreamily, watching the scene unfold before you in awe. Myungjun moved out of the way of fire and sliced the heads so elegantly like a dancer but it seemed like an endless one as he slayed one head after the other but more and more kept growing into the old ones place. Was he crazy? Which part of hydra didn't he understand? You were fuming as you watched as his chances got slimmer minute by minute and wanted to scream out of frustration when he climbed up to the monster.

“Wait! I think I know what he's trying to do,” your brother stopped you when you tried to end this nonsense and then you realized it too. How the dozen of heads all turned around in a circle surrounding Myungjun, preparing for an attack. But just in that moment when they did lunge forward he jumped off and the heads bit onto their own necks, spit fire onto their body itself.

After a minute of struggling the hydra dropped dead onto the ground. You didn't even notice that you were holding your breath until you finally let it out relieved when the monster turned into nothing but ashes. If you weren't so focused on Myungjun, you would have noticed the Hydra constellation back on the sky in that moment. But seeing how uncertain he stood there on wobbly legs you ran to him without hesitation. He must have been exhausted from the fight because otherwise he looked okay, wearing his battle scars proudly.

“Are you alright?” you asked just to be sure and boldly touched his cheek, stroking the skin there below a bloody scar.

“Yeah, it's just… it's been a while,” he let out a tired sigh and it didn't take a lot to convince him to follow you inside the house, so you could treat his wounds and give him something to eat and drink. It was adorable how disgusted face he pulled when he tried coffee but he couldn't stop eating the chocolate cupcakes you just made.

“Okay, now try to stay still. I need to clean your wounds before they get infected,” you told him firmly and sat him down on a kitchen chair. Luckily your parents weren't at home yet or otherwise it would have been a bit difficult to explain what the demigod was doing in your house eating dessert.

Myungjun hissed when the antiseptic made contact with the wound on his cheek and you suppressed a smile. He was rather cute when he wasn't out there fighting mythical creatures.

“Must be nice to be a demigod but you aren't invincible. Be more careful next time,” you warned him as you applied some cooling cream over the scar. After you finished, you were a bit taken aback when you found his bright eyes on you from such a short distance. It took your breath away once again.

“Were you… worried about me?” he asked slowly and softly and your heart palpitations had never been worse.

“Of course I was,” you admitted and quickly turned away to pack the first-aid box.

It was his turn to suppress a smile.

Soon your parents arrived and after Sanha's shortened version of your earlier adventure, they made Myungjun to stay for dinner, too. Poor guy was interrogated so much but at least after your parents learned about his skills they finally agreed to let you go back to the capital for university if he went with you. Your argument that you couldn't live in fear just because of some mythical creatures running on the streets didn't seem to be good enough but when Myungjun mentioned he actually wanted to get to the capital to meet up some other heroes, they immediately suggested that you should accompany him. They thought you were safer with him which was a rather selfish reason to stay with him but Myungjun didn’t seem to mind neither your company, nor the long train ride.

You helped him adjust to the big city life and you became popular among your peers for being friends with one of the Greek mythology version of Avengers or so people called these heroes who came to life and made sure to get rid of the monsters. It took quite some time but the constellations got back to their originals places one by one except the heroes themselves who tried to integrate into the society.

University life was boring as always but when you got home Myungjun was there to make your day better. He still marvelled at a few new inventions and damn, he loved to eat a lot! He told you a lot of stories but your favourites were when he told you about himself. You loved listening to his voice no matter what he talked about. It was so lovely and peculiar, made you feel safe and made you smile. Just like his silly antics you adored so much.

Yet, you couldn't help but wonder about the what ifs.

“Will you stay here for good?” you asked out loud in one particularly weak moment while casually snuggling up on the couch and watching some comedy you didn't even really pay attention to.

“I don't know,” Myungjun sighed; he seemed worried too. “The gods are moody, unpredictable creatures always making hasty decisions.”

“I don't want you to leave,” you blurted out and it turned out a very clumsy confession as your cheeks got pink. But the demigod might have been just as enamoured as he took your hand in his intertwining your fingers.

“I don't want to leave either,” he said and it was enough to ease your heart.

 Yet so very naive of you, so mundane, you forgot about a crucial detail. Or maybe you just didn't want to care, not until you had to…

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when someone rang the bell of your apartment, so you stopped in the middle of baking to open the door. On the other side of the threshold stood the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. Her shiny black hair was the canvas of night and her eyes were like the prettiest ink splashes on the sugary colour of her skin. She smiled like royalty did and you didn't know what could have brought her onto your doorstep.

“Hello. I'm looking for Perseus. Is he here?” she asked in a very melodic voice.

“Excuse me but who are you?” you asked politely but the answer didn't came from the girl in front of you but from Myungjun himself from behind you.

“Andromeda,” he whispered and your heart clenched.

Oh. Andromeda… as in his wife from the mythology. How could you forget that?

“Oh I will leave you alone to talk then. I will be in the kitchen,” you cleared your throat and got away as quickly as you could without looking at Myungjun. You didn't want to witness the pity in his eyes or hear them being all lovey-dovey.

You went back to your loyal cupcakes and started decorating them with frosting one by one hoping their sweetness will make you forget that ugly bitterness and hopelessness in you. You were actually so focused on getting the design right, you didn't even hear Myungjun's approaching footsteps until he gently, ever-so-lovingly hugged you from behind.

You tensed under his touch, heart thumping loudly as you asked: “Where's Andromeda?”

“I sent her away,” he answered simply and even if you secretly wished for this, you were utterly confused.

“Why?”

“It had been millenniums. Enough time for love to change, to grow cold,” he explained seriously and then, a lot softer, almost timidly, he whispered into the juncture between your neck and shoulder: “To fell in love with someone new.”

Your breath hitched and you didn't know what to say. It seemed like you didn't need to because Myungjun didn't expect you to. He just kept you in his embrace and you let him.

Life with a demigod wasn't easy, not always, but Myungjun made it feel like it was. Loving him almost came naturally. Thus, losing him hurt almost unbearably so.

The gods were indeed cruel because marking the one year anniversary of the day of your first meeting, the day when all the stars were suddenly gone, the night sky demanded back what it lost.

At first you refused to believe he disappeared when he wasn't there when you came home. He didn't answer your calls, nor your texts. You started to worry, then panicking, and by the time you looked up at the sky from your balcony, you barely saw anything through the tears in your eyes. Because you knew what you would find there even before you saw it, the bright Perseus constellation back in its place where he belonged: among the stars, light years away from you.

Still, you were sure that he looked after you even from up there.

[coffeeminns]

astro; moon bin red moodboard [birthday special]

SOFT, THIS BOY IS SOFT. and today he turned 20!!! I’m this cutiepie’s proud mom and I hope he has an amazing birthday, filled with joy and food. sending a milion of hugs to Bin, ily

[lubdubsworld]

Tumblr prompt ( Yoongi / OC)

https://attackonyoonmin.tumblr.com/post/163946322512/requested-by-anon-street-fighter-yoongi-edit

Based on the above moodboard <3 

Shoutout to @attackonyoonmin​ You guys do a great job!! :) :) 

Genre : angst. 

AU : Gang ? Au ... it’s not exactly fleshed out, pretty vague. 

Rating : Smut 

Summary : This was supposed to be angsty and heart breaking but it’s mostly just porn. 

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On top of this ending tune I am standing here alone Now tell me That it’s over, let me know

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 I stood still, watching the blood drip down his chin, fat red drops, landing on his stark white t shirt and soaking the fabric in a scarlet splotch, his face paler than usual, his gaze heavier than usual, like his mind was already giving up on keeping them open and his legs unsteady as he leaned against the wooden frame of my door. 

His snapback hid his eyes and also the shocking white of his blonde hair , but the lips looked the same as they had the last time i saw him. Red, plump and with a small cut, barely healing over. 

I remembered that cut. I’d patched it up for him three weeks ago. 

“Y/N...” His voice is raspy and strained, vocal chord fighting to draw energy from a body that was already shutting down. Sighing, I grabbed his wrist, watching the way he winced at the touch. Bruises, on his knuckles. Scrapes all over his fingers and a finger that looked unnaturally bent. 

“Why are you here?” i whispered, gripping the door till my fingers turned white.

Yoongi blinked and the cut in his forehead bled a bit more, the red liquid slipping into his eye and making him flinch.

“Baby.... See you...i wanted to see you...” 

I scoffed as I moved closer, wrapping my arm around his waist slowly, aware that he was probably sporting cracked ribs as well. 

“You’re dying.” I said flatly. 

He let out a harsh little laugh.

“ Probably. But not tonight. “ 

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Yoongi and i had grown up together. In a fishing village off the coast of Jeju do and we had been in love for as long as I could remember. He had been my first. My only. 

When we both got into medical school, i was over the moon. I knew I was going to be a doctor and I knew Yoongi would be a succcessful surgeon. We would get married and have our happily ever after.

Except that when we reached Seoul, that wasn’t what happened. Yoongi hated the city. He hated the college. He hated studying. He hated everything except being with me and then he started hating that too.... 

I wasn’t fun enough . i wasn’t adventurous enough . I wasn’t reckless enough . 

I wasn’t enough. 

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Suddenly, in my eyes rain wells up You well up, I see you even when I breathe Love blooms like cherry blossoms but burns and becomes ashes 

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 “ Why are you here?” I asked again, pressing the pad of cotton wool, held delicately with the forcept, dipped in the antiseptic on the metal tray, and gently wiped at the cut on his forehead. “ Why don’t you just go to an emergency room? Why do you always turn up here and hurt me?”

He was shirtless, body a canvas of criss cross stripes and blooming bruises . Someone had really did a number on him. He didn’t reply, just stared at me intently, face inches from mine as he watched me work. 

“We broke up. You shouldn’t be coming back to me. You shouldn’t be doing this to me Min Yoongi! Damn you! Damn you to hell and back! ” I felt tears sting. The first few drops slipped out and dripped over my cheeks, landing on his knees. 

Still he stayed quiet, gaze steady as he watched me cry. 

“I love that you cry for me. You’re the only one who ever does. You always cried for me. even when we were six years old and my father beat me up. ” he finally said and I felt my heart break all over again. 

Sniffling, I wiped the back of my arm across my nose. I swiped away thetears and glared at him. 

“Stop it. “i said sternly.

“You told me you wanted to become a doctor only because you wanted to stop me from hurting. And then you cried again...” He was smiling softly , like it was the best memory he had and I wanted to lash out at him. 

“Well, i won’t ! Anymore... You’re not worth my tears.!” i shouted even as a few more slipped out, unbidden. 

He smiled softly, reaching out and lightly rubbing his thumb on the underside of my eye. 

i pulled away, hating myself. 

. Dropping the bloody bit of cotton wool on the bin at my feet, I picked up the tube of antiboiotic and sprayed some of the disinfectant on my fingers. I applied some of the cream on my fingertips before carefully dabbing the cut on his forehead. 

He hissed and i startled, nearly dropping the tray and his hand shot out, gripping my wrist hard, steadying me. It felt like a fiery burn, the touch of his hands on mine and I tugged my hand away.

Or at least tried to. He didn’t let go, thunb tracing circles on my forearm in gentle soothing strokes. 

“I missed you.” He whispered. 

I choked on my own sobs. 

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Hey girl I know, the conclusion you arrived at by yourself Your hand, your body, your body heat that was hotter than the equator I’m still here, on repeat on top of this tune that isn’t there anymore. I’m turning by myself on top of this music that has long  ended

“Remember that night ... in the barn?” He said suddenly, just as I finished bandaging the cut on his forehead. I moved to get a new batch of cotton wool to start on the others. 

“No.” I lied promptly.

He chuckled. 

“Should i jog your memory then? We snuck out of your brother’s engagement , that night ... after school?...”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered. 

“i keep thinking about that night....” 

“Well, i don’t.... “ 

“you should...it was amazing..” 

“Yoongi...” 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

I sighed. 

“Turn around, let me see your back. “ 

He smiled and shifted obediently. 

As I began cleaning up the cuts there, I couldn’t help but remember the night he was referring to. 

"Ahhh... " I shouted and Yoongi shushed me with his palm pressed into my mouth while he pumped three long fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy, thumb rubbing circles on my clit. I stared, my eyes glazed,  at his handsome face as he smirked at me. He’d smirked at me with the kind of baseless confidence that only a seventeen year old could have. 

We were in the barn of the Travelers Inn, it was evening and he'd dragged me out of my brother’s engagement party in the tavern  and to the abandoned building. He'd chained the door shut and almost ripped my cotton blouse and skirt in his haste to get me naked. 

My bra and panties had followed and now we were both naked, me on the floor on a makeshift straw pallet and him on top, his hard cock leaking precum on my stomach as it dragged over the soft flesh of my belly button. I reached down and gripped it tightly, using my thumb to get some of the wetness before stroking the straining member, aware of the way it twitched in my hand,so big and hard. I groaned at the thought of it inside me, stretching me out and filling me so completely. "I'm going to the lick your cunt.. " Yoongi whispered and I let out a startled laugh. "That's filthy... " I said awed. Yoongi grinned before pulling his fingers out of my pussy with a squelching noise. I was so wet and swollen that I wanted to sob at the sudden emptiness. Yoongi licked the fingers he'd just pulled out of  me and I grimaced. "Gross... " "You taste delicious... here see... " he kissed me and I tasted myself on his tongue and he was right. it wasn't gross. it was oddly arousing. He pulled back and slapped my thighs. "Open your legs a bit. " I let my legs fall open and he used his fingers to lightly stretch me open, staring at my center with hunger. "You're so pink and swollen and wet down here. I could stare at your cunt all day. " he grinned before diving down and licking my clit, in deft little strokes. I thrashed about in shock, the pleasure too much to bear. He licked and suckled down to the slit before pushing his tongue in and lapping up all the wetness, humming in that low husky voice of his, like he was eating some sort of a rare treat. His stubble brushed my sensitive skin and the burn felt so good as he continued to press his tongue in deeper, now with two fingers to help keep me open while his thumb kept rubbing my clit. I slipped a hand down to grip his silky black hair even as he suckled the entrance and lightly grazed his teeth on my clit.

My orgasm hit me so hard I nearly blacked out.

I exploded all over his face and he growled, licking and tasting every last drop till I was a shivering drained mess. He crawled up and then smiled at me. "So what do you think of my oral skills? " he whispered, kissing me and letting me taste my own juices. I grinned in disbelief. "Definitely A plus. " "Catch your breath and suck me off... I want to cum on your face. " I nodded and let him nuzzle my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples while I yelped.

Five minutes later he straddled my shoulders, gripping the wooden slat on the wall as he fucked my mouth in slow shallow thrusts, his aching pink cock hitting the back  of my throat. When he was close he pulled out and then stroked himself till he came all over my face, globs of white cum landing on my hair . He stared at his handiwork with a pleased smile and I had to beg him to let me clean it up before it dried. Min Yoongi was insatiable. And I was so, so, so lucky.

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Girl let me know Girl let me know Although I already know everything is over Although you’re over me Girl let me know

“ Tell me to never come back.”  His lips closed over mine with bruising familiarity, his body still thrumming from the residual adrenaline from his fight, as he backed me into the bed. 

It was fast and rough and fierce. He used his tongue to trace the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, even as his hands slipped underneath my legs, gripping my thighs and forcing me to wrap my  legs around his lean waist.I gasped, the physical expression of his strength leaving her dazed.

He pulled my shorts off swiftly.

He used soft, wispy touches to trace my heat, his fingers stroking down my wet centre through the thin material of my underwear, even as his lips moved downward, finding and then mouthing at my nipples through the fabric of my t shirt. Each warm and wet movement made me sag a little more, till my forehead hit his shoulder

He moved one hand to the edge of my neckline and I shivered.

"Don't tear this one too. I like it . " I whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw and he chuckled.

"I'll buy you ten others . Just like this. " he unbuckled my bra with one hand and I could only gape. The first touch of his fingers to my bare breasts made my toes curl, my fingers flitting to his hair and sinking into the thick block locks, still a little wet from sweat . 

He bent low, carefully closing his lips over one taut nipple, drawing it in, suckling it and then giving it a very warm and wet tug. The sensation of having the little nub pulled away from the rest of my body was so strong and arousing that I gripped his hair, gasping wildly.

He laughed softly, pulling back and then licking the tips with soft kitten licks. He moved to repeat the action on the other breast, before fumbling with his belt, pulling himself out and then pressing up against me till I was cradling the hard length of his arousal against my heated core. His fingers slipped in, pushing aside my underwear to find her slit.

I was lushly, gloriously wet, the silky slide off his fingers facing no resistance at all as he slipped them in, curling inside me till I saw stars.

"So tight. So beautiful. I want to taste you. Want to see if you still taste the same. More addicting than the finest wine... " he whispered, biting down on my earlobe. I jumped when his thumb pressed against my clit, moving in gentle circles that left me writhing against the strength of his hand.

He kept at it for a long time, the slow smooth strokes making me lose my sanity in short exhaled gasps. His fingers slipped deeper, searching and then rubbing against some exquisite spot inside me that turned melted my bones and left me limp.

“You missed me , didn’t you? “  He whispered, kissing me feverishly as he pressed me into the mattress. I groaned, choking on air as I tried to get my bearings.

“No. “ i said stubbornly.

“Do You love me?” He demanded, fingers working feverishly to pull off my  panties. I grunted , palms digging into his shoulders as i clung on for dear life. 

“No...” I choked out, head dropping when he spread my legs, slipped two fingers in without warning. I keened at the stretch and tried to tamp down the panic. 

“You’re over me then?” He said curiously, lining his cock up right against me , gripping the hard length of it and tracing circles with the head on my entrance, smaring sprecum and my wetness all over. 

“Yes...I’m over you...i don’t love you anymore ..I...”

He pushed in without warning, burying himself to the hilt, my voice ripping out of me in a strangled breath that was half givbberish and half his name.  I squirmed at the impossible girth of him, my breath coming in pants as he pulled back out before pushing in , spearing me open. 

I felt tears slip out as he fucked into me, slowly and then rough , alternating the tempo till i was a shivering , boneless mess. 

"Let me in, babe.... I'll take care of you.... Let me in... " he whispered raggedly, even as he pressed in further, brushing some elusive spot inside me that set off fireworks at the back of my eyelids, my blood singing in my veins. My eyes widened and then fluttered shut but he was panting against me.

"Open your eyes... Look at me.. " he said roughly, fingers holding my hips as he set an easy rhythm of in and out. He pulled back till he was almost fully out and then drove back in, in one smooth silky plunge. My body stretched and purred as it widened to accommodate him , my inner walls clenching in protest everytime he pulled out.

 I wanted this forever. Him inside me, right where he belonged.

right where he should be. Safe and sound. Not hurting but happy. 

 But he’s going to leave agin. He’s going to go get hurt again. 

I whimpered, steeling myself for the inevitable explosion that would hit me. His thumb pressed further against my nub,  and I felt my breath leave my body in short gasps.

"Wait for me... Don't leave without me... " he said suddenly and I shook my head, already tumbling over the edge of sanity, my muscles spasming around his flesh and milking him as well, till he sank against me, groaning out his pleasure.

We lay there like that for a few minutes, exhausted, limp and breathless. Everything felt empty in the aftermath except for where we were joined, hot and wet, the smell of sex so pungent in the air that I wanted to sink into the floor.

 “Tell me to leave. Tell me to get lost, damn you! Help me leave..Y/N .” He whispered. 

I pulled back to stare at him.

“No.” 

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If there are hellos, then there’s bound to be goodbyes? Never ever I don’t care about that, I don’t want to stick to that I’ll turn away, hypnotizing myself

 i watched him as he put his clothes back on, still wincing lightly at the movements. He hadn’t cracked any ribs . And his finger was only strained. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. 

I sat on the foot of the bed, knees pulled up and chin resting on them as i watched him. 

“Is this it?” I said stupidly. 

He hesitated. 

“You tell me.” 

“Quit everything. Come back to me.” I whispered , the words familiar and tastless. I’d said them so many times now. Over and over. They no longer held any meaning. Or so it felt. 

He smiled at me and finished lacing up his boots before walking over. He crouched low and carefully brushed my hair away. 

“You know i can’t , love.” 

“Yoongi.... Don’t leave me...” I whispered , turning my cheek to rub it against his palm. 

He smiled again , bright and gummy and it was like watching an angel. 

So beautiful. He was so damn beautiful. 

“I have to go...”

“Don’t go back there... It’s dangerous...” I begged, clinging to the collar of his bloodstained jacket. 

“No..” He pulled my hands away and stood up slowly, walking over to the door. 

“ I’m dangerous.” he whispered. 

And then he was gone. 

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Maybe we’re all just a bunch of fools Everyone lives with a love that has come to an end It’s not that I still have feelings for you I know we can’t work out

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A month later, i was flipping through the TV channels when the news item caught my attention. 

“.......Earlier tonight, yet another shootout in lower Itaewon as gang members clashed in a popular college hang-out....The incident left two dead and three injured .......”

My heart dropped to my knees and i dove for my phone, watching the scene on the TV. i noticed the ambulance, checked the hospital. it was my hospital.... 

I whimpered as i dialled the number.

“Minho!! Today... the shooting ...in itaewon...” i choked out. 

“It isn’t him, Y/N.”

My breath came out in a whoosh. 

“I... Are you sure...?” I said stupidly, my fingers going ice cold in relief. 

“it isn’t Yoongi.” 

I hung up the phone with dead fingers, my heartrate slowly coming back to normal. 

It wasn’t him . 

But someday it would be. 

And there was nothing i could do about it. 

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In my imagination, I fight with you, make up with you and understand you Your hand gestures, your eyes, they are faded but not gone Why won’t they go away?

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The knock on my door came at midnight. 

 Don’t open it. End it now. End it today. This isn’t right. 

 i dragged myself off the bed and slowly walked to the door. I took a deep breath before grabbing the key and slwoly unlocking it. 

He was dressed in a snapback. The same olive green jacket. His white shirt was surprisingly clean, but his arm was drenched and i caught the bullet hole in the sleeve, nausea hitting me in the stomach. 

“Did you miss me?” He whispered.

 Yes. i miss you. i love you . 

 i held the door open and helped him in. 

“No.” i said softly, cherishing the warmth of his laughter as he hugged me. 

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : I’m crying. Yoongi is my bias and this was just... sorry. Let me know what you think...