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lil-elle · 8 months ago

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A Waking Nightmare

group: xikers

pair: sumin x gn!reader

genre: angst, lil fluff, best friends to lovers

word count: 3.1k

content: blood, mentions of death, mild description of injuries, coarse language

a/n: sumin isn't even my bias and the part at the end gave me butterflies omo

“Sumin!” Your voice was swallowed up by loud rumbling and cracking of the building walls as you clung desperately to your best friend sitting next to you.

Who knew how quickly a normal school day could be turned on its head? Your normal lunchtime routine of hanging out with Sumin in the stairwell, snug in a little space underneath the stairs you and him discovered one day while skipping class, had suddenly become a nightmare as pieces of concrete continuously chipped off from from the sheer force of quaking earth.

You felt one of Sumin's strong arms encircle your body as he used the other to pull your head into his chest, shielding you. Your own screams felt like a distant sound, as if coming from someone else a few rooms down rather than your own throat. Your lungs felt hot as you coughed harshly from the dust being thrown around the two of you, your hands gripping his shirt.

You almost convinced yourself the shaking would never stop, that this was some punishment for skipping class, being rude to your mom, not telling your best friend, Sumin, how you really felt about him. You don't even remember when you had started crying, the tears on your face hot and speckled with dust and debris.

When everything finally stopped moving and you came to your senses, you felt completely trapped, eyes shut in fear as sobs continued to tear from your throat. “This is it. I'm going to die here today.” You thought as your body trembled from adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your breaths were erratic and the loud beating of your heart made your ears feel like they were ringing.

A gentle touch to your cheek made your eyes crack open involuntarily, the view in front of you blurred by your still flowing tears and the puffiness of your eyelids. And yet, despite the blur, the familiar golden head of hair in front of you helped to calm your heart and come to your senses a little.

“S-S-Sumin!” Your voice was shaky and unsteady, still fighting the coughs and sobs that wanted to bubble up from your chest. You unclenched your now sore and cramping fingers from his shirt and gently touched your fingertips to his cheek, dust from the crumbling walls forming a layer over his soft skin. That's when you realised that one of his arms was still wrapped strongly around you, the two of you so close that his forehead was pretty much leant against yours. He'd removed his other arm from behind your head and his hand had settled on the side of your face, thumb continuing to wipe tears from your cheeks and eyes in a gentle way that was out of character from his usual rough nature.

That's when your eyes really came into focus, adjusting to the now darkness and registering Sumin's strained face leaning over you, eyebrows pulled tight in obvious pain, hair ashy from the collapsing walls, and a deep red dripping from the top of his head all the way down his nose bridge. Blood.

“F-fuck. Sumin!?” You let your eyes wander the area around the two of you and finally realised just how caved in you were, the small space you had once appreciated as a little private area for you and him now being a pocket sealed by large fallen chunks of concrete, all of which Sumin had taken the brunt of directly to his back and head while protecting you. A deep hot guilt and fear grew in your stomach as your hands held and poked at his face and shoulders as if trying to panickedly inspect him for injuries, of which you had no idea how many he could have, while you lay completely unscathed in his protective hold. You couldn't hold back your sobs anymore as a drop of his blood fell from the tip of his nose onto your cheek. You found your breath picking up again as you began sobbing out his name over and over, as if saying it enough would turn back the time or heal all of his wounds. Your mind was racing, half of it looking for an escape with the other half screaming desperately for this whole thing to be a nightmare and for you to wake up already.

“Hey…” A deep, gravelly voice cut through your panic, and your eyes opened again as your breathing began to slow at the sight of a pained smile on his face. You felt angry. Angry at yourself that he could smile in this situation when you could do nothing but scream and cry. Angry at yourself that he was willing to take the full force of everything just to protect you. You didn't deserve that protection.

Your tears flowed like waterfalls and he continued wiping them from your face with weak, shaky movements.

“I'm sorry…” you sobbed out, trembling with every breath, “y-you're hurt…a-and it's my fault…”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, careful in his movements as if afraid to disturb the pile of rubble he was holding on his back.

“Hey…shh….” His voice was strained and his breathing shallow. “It's not your fault…nothing is your fault.”

You could only respond with sobs, cupping his face in your hands and closing your eyes as you allowed the warmth that flowed from him to you through his forehead to comfort you. His other hand reassuringly tightened on your waist.

“Shhhh…it's okay…you're okay…”

“I-I feel so useless…” you cried. “You're hurt and I can't do anything but just sit here...” You spat the words out, the hatred you felt for yourself in that moment obvious with every word that left your lips. He just stared at you with a despairing expression, the way you're putting all the blame on yourself breaking his heart into pieces. “...We're going to die here…” You muttered, almost becoming too weak now to even sob.

“Hey…look at me.” You reluctantly opened your eyes back up, meeting his dustied and bloodied face once again, a sight that made your stomach churn in such a way that you almost thought you were going to throw up. “I'm here…okay?” His voice was comforting despite the strain on it. He'd always had a unique way of making you feel safe no matter what. “You're not going to die…as long as I'm here, nothing can hurt you.” Just when you thought you had exhausted yourself, tears pricked at your eyes again. You were angry at the way your heart pounded and butterflies filled your stomach even in such a hopeless situation as this.

“But…you might die, Sumin…” your voice was much softer now, weaker. “You're bleeding…a-and I don't know how badly you're hurt…I'm so scared…”

“I know…” he spoke, running a thumb softly over your cheek, “but I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm not leaving you.”

You could feel your panic slowly dissipating as his comforting words penetrated your heart and tears slipped calmly down your cheeks.

“Aren't you scared…?” You looked into his eyes as you spoke, voice still shaking.

“Terrified.” Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden vulnerability in his voice. “But not of dying.” He tenderly caressed your cheek. “Of losing you…” Your heart began pounding hard in your chest and your eyes stung with fresh tears once again. “Terrified of the idea that…I might’ve lived the last few years keeping my true feelings from you…only for my life to end before I could even tell you…”

Suddenly you froze. Your heart felt like it had gone from rapidly pounding to completely still and the only word you could mutter in that moment was what had become your favourite and most used word over these past few years.

“Sumin…”

His familiar wide smile crept onto his face and he nuzzled his forehead against yours.

“...I love you…but you already know that, don't you?” He said with a slight teasing tone that sounded slightly off from the roughness in his voice but still managed to make you smile.

“I do…”

He was your very own superhero. Your own knight in shining armour. He was absolutely everything to you and just the simple thought of your life without him was too much to bear.

There was a very subtle redness that had entered his cheeks, very inappropriate for the situation but it made you smile and your heart race nonetheless.

You were convinced that the two of you could've stayed admiring each other like that for hours had the situation been different, but a slight tremor shaking the building one last time broke you from your spell and you shut your eyes tight as fear began building inside of you once again. A sudden hiss of pain from Sumin filled you with panic again as the small aftershock shifted the debris on top of him and weighed him down further.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” You mumbled, eyes darting around in a frenzy, looking for some kind of means of escape. It seemed luck was on your side as you noticed a tiny crevice in the chunks of concrete where light was leaking through like a sign of hope. Carefully, you lifted your leg and jammed your heel into the rubble with all your strength, feeling it loosen up slightly and quickly repeating the motion a few more times. With a swift kick, you managed to knock a small piece out and disrupt the integrity of the rest of the pile, only for a large piece of concrete to land squarely on your other leg, jamming it in place. You cried out in pain and winced, clenching your jaw and trying to stop tears from slipping from your eyes again. Sumin gripped your waist tightly, pulling your body against him before speaking in a frantic and worried tone.

“Hey hey, don't do that, okay? Don't move. Please…don't…”

“B-but…I need to get you out of here…” you responded through gritted teeth.

“No no no. You're going to hurt yourself, just please…” Your eyes widened at the sight of him tearing up, a sight so rare you can't even remember the last time you saw it. You looked up at him powerlessly, bringing your hands up to grasp his face and nuzzling your forehead against his.

“Okay…I-I'll stop…” You promised him and he smiled weakly.

“Thank you…”

What felt like hours passed and you could tell Sumin was getting weaker, his eyes sitting half closed and his breathing slow. Your eyes stung and your throat cracked and strained as you began calling out for help as loud as you could muster, your yells occasionally being cut off by your own coughs or sobs. “Someone has to find us…someone…” You tried to convince yourself, but hope seemed so far from the two of you at that moment. Your own leg had gone numb as well after being trapped, but that was absolutely none of your concern as you were fighting to keep Sumin conscious.

“H-Hey n-no no no. Keep your eyes open…” You spoke through tears as you lightly tapped one of his cheeks to force his eyes open before calling out again. You couldn't lose hope, not when the only man you couldn't live without was growing weaker with every passing minute.

You continued to call out, only for your voice to crack and for you to break out into a violent and painful coughing fit, cutting you off. Suddenly, Sumin's head fell into the crook of your neck, the rubble shifting slightly with his movement but somehow staying stable, not like that was what you were worried about in that moment. Your heart and breath sped up in a panic as you called out Sumin's name, tapping his shoulder and receiving no response.

“F-fuck…FUCK!” You exclaimed, hot tears spilling out of your eyes. “Sumin, please!” You tapped him again, no response. “I can't…” you sobbed, “I can't lose you now…please…I love you…” You cried into the darkness in a way you hadn't cried since you were a child, completely lost and helpless. That's all you wanted to do; cry and cry until you cried yourself to exhaustion, but you knew you couldn't. You had to keep going. You had to get him out. All caution and self preservation you previously had completely disappeared as you covered the back of his head with one of your hands, trying to ignore the crustiness of the dried blood clumping his hair together, before beginning to jam your foot back against the rubble with even more force than the last time. Chunk after chunk of concrete you dislodged, the foundation of the pile slowly crumbling and the light shining through getting brighter. You took a breath, laying your tired and sore leg down for a moment and pushing the hair out of Sumin's face. You hesitantly held a hand up to his parted lips, breathing a sigh of relief to feel subtle yet present breaths brushing against the tips of your fingers.

A sudden crunch from afar perked your attention and you turned your head, listening intently and hearing extremely subtle voices in the distance. Your heart began to race as you took a breath in before yelling as loud as you possibly could. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as the voices of what you could only assume were members of a rescue team grew closer and closer. You picked your leg up and slammed it into the rubble again, the pieces falling and grazing your leg. You called out again, coughing through clouds of dust before looking down and seeing your foot fully sticking out of the pile of rubble. You could hear nothing but the sound of your own pounding heart and a deep male voice yelling “Over here!” followed by multiple pairs of footsteps.

Tears of relief sprung to your eyes as the debris above you began to move, being pulled away from you as you held Sumin close.

The rest was a blur. Both you and Sumin were taken to the hospital and separated but you couldn't help but to continue being worried for him, almost completely forgetting about your own injury.

You sat silently at his bedside, staring at his calm, sleeping face as the silence of the room consumed you. His bed was decorated with various balloons from his family and friends and you smiled to yourself as you thought about just how loved he was. You looked down at your toes sticking out of the bottom of your cast and wiggled them mindlessly.

You were lucky to only end up with a fracture, not like you would've cared if they had to go as far as to amputate. All you cared about was Sumin. The relief you had felt when the nurse told you it was only a bad concussion and a lot of bruises made you almost burst into tears right in front of her, but you simply thanked her as she left you and him alone.

Now you waited for him to awaken again, heart pounding from nerves about what you'll even say to him when he opens his eyes, but also pounding from fear. After all, the nurse said there was a chance he'd end up in a coma.

Millions of thoughts circled around in your head as you ran through all the possible things you could say once he woke up. “Rise and shine?” You cringed. “I missed you?” True but embarrassing. “I love you.” You buried your red face in your hands, closing your eyes and trying to steady your own heartbeat before you actually just melted into the floor. His smiling face flashed in your mind, giving you a tight feeling in your chest and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. “Maybe I should just say ‘I love you’...” you thought, sighing and running a hand through your hair.

A subtle rustle of a bed sheet pulled you from your stupor and your head snapped up just in time to see Sumin's eyes flicker open, groggily taking in the surroundings before landing on you. The moment he caught sight of you, that familiar wide smile, with a hint of sleepiness, graced his face.

“Hey, you.” He mumbled in a raspy morning voice with a hint of playfulness. You wondered why you even thought about what you would say to him as your body moved before your mouth could, throwing yourself at him and ignoring the way your leg ached in protest. You quickly buried your face in his shoulder and soaked it with your tears as his strong arms wrapped around your back and held you against him. His soothing hand caressed up and down your back as you sobbed, inaudibly mumbling through about how you thought you were going to lose him and how scared you were.

“Shhh…it's okay…I told you I wasn't leaving you.” That familiar comforting voice of his made you smile so widely your cheeks started to hurt and you pulled back from his shoulder to look into his face. He slowly reached a hand up, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks in the same way he'd done for you back then and it only made your tears come faster. “Why are you crying?” He chuckled, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“...Sumin…”

He smiled that beautiful smile of his and you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to tell him you loved him. You had to. But the words wouldn't come out, so you settled for the next best thing. With clumsy hands, you grasped his face and pressed your lips against his, earning shocked wide eyes and a quick blush from him, although you couldn't see it with your eyes closed, completely and totally focused on kissing him. It didn't take long for one of his hands to find its way into your hair, holding the back of your head as he returned your kiss with equally as much passion as you showed him. It didn't feel real. The way one of his hands held the small of your back with the other tangled in your hair. The way his lips pressed to yours over and over again, the sound of his breaths between kisses making your stomach turn. It all felt like a dream.

You pulled away just enough so that your lips were barely touching and opened your eyes before speaking in a soft breathless tone.

“I love you, Sumin.”

“I know, just…keep kissing me.”

You giggled before getting cut off as he pulled your head back and pressed his lips to yours again.

It still baffles you how such a nightmare turned into such a dream.

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atinyjules · 1 year ago

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XIKERS REACTION TO S/O BEING AN ATEEZ MEMBER'S YOUNGER SISTER

(hyung line + middle line)

This had to be the first reaction I did for Xikers since I die for Xikers x Ateez interactions.

So come members will be repeated since Ateez has 8 members and Xikers 10 duh.

Maknae line Version

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Xikers x Reader

Warnings: Just cuteness overload (╥╯﹏╰╥)ง

MINJAE

He had unknowingly embarrassed himself the first time he met you by flatly flirting with you right in front of his sunbae and role model Ateez's Hongjoong who was also coincidently your elder brother. But of course Hongjoong told you to keep quiet so that he could see if the boy had what it takes to date his little sister.

After successfully getting your number and asking you out, 2 years into your beautiful realationship you had decided to warn him about your brother, when the both of you were outside the door of your family home on Christmas.

"Minjae...I have to tell you something. Remember I told you i had a brother?" You said as he smiled and nodded.

"Two brothers." he said as you smiled awkwardly.

"Um...one of them's identity might shock you..." you said when suddenly an all too familiar car pulled up infront of your house making Minjae perk up.

"Merry Christmas!" Minjae widened his eyes at the appearance of an oreo haired Hongjoong.

"Sunbae, what are you doing here?!" Minjae exclaimed and bowed as you mumbled.

"He's my brother.."

Minjae swore he could feel his face burning as he froze on the spot at the sudden realisation that he had shamelessly flirted with you in front of Hongjoong the first time you guys met.

"I-I..."

"Minjae!!" you exclaimed as Hongjoong quickly came to your side to hold a passed out Minjae.

Junmin

"Y/n I just realised...I've showed you my family pictures but I've never seen yours." Junmin stated as you tilted your head.

"I didn't show you? i thought I did..." you trailed as you finished up eating your ramen and stood up.

"I think I have my family album...let me check." you said and pulled out a box from under yours and Junmin's shared bed. You rummaged through your old high school albums and things when you finally caught sight of the black leather cover of your family album.

"Wah...your family album looks so grand..." he said as he took in the black leather cover with gold engravings of your family name. You clicked the book open and showed it to him, the first page holding your family photo.

"Well...this is my family." you said and cooed at the sight of your elementary self in the picture.

"Woah...are they your brothers?? They're so handsome! Good looks really do run in the family huh?" Junmin said making you blush when his nervous chuckle caught your attention.

"He looks like Seonghwa sunbae..." Junmin stated making you giggle.

"Of course he does, cause he is Seonghwa." you revealed making Junmin's jaw drop.

"Park Seonghwa...of ATEEZ IS YOUR BROTHER AND YOU DIDN'T TELL MEE?!" He exclaimed making you block your ears.

"OF COURSE HE IS! WHY DO YOU THINK I ALWAYS DROP BY KQ?!" you reply.

"To meet me?" he says as you shake your head.

"Not on purpose...he often calls me over to listen to their new music and tag along with him for his schedules. Then you pop out of nowhere." you said with a smile as he fell to the floor.

Sumin

Sumin sat on the couch confused as Yujun and Seeun told him about their theory on how you, Sumin's s/o could possibly be Yunho's younger sister based on several facial and habitual similarities. Like the way you can make your ears go red just like Yunho and the way you smile.

"Nope...not having it." Sumin said as he got up and put on his hoodie, getting ready to pick you up from the bus stop.

"You gotta believe us! Noona has Yunho sunbae's eyes and lips!" Yujun says as Sumin opens the curtains, ignoring their protests. When suddenly he catches sight of you coming out of a black car with...YUNHO?! And you GUYS ARE HUGGING?!

His eyes widened as he rushed downstairs to find you walking inside the apartment complex, smiling when you saw him.

"Sumin! Hi!" you said and gave him a hug and a kiss as he looked around.

"Yunho sunbae is your brother?" he questions as you nod.

"My one and only...he even dropped me off here!" you said as he joined his hands and fell on his knees.

"Seeun and Yujun won't let me live down the fact that I didn't realise Yunho sunbae-nim was your brother so please...make it seem like we were keeping it a secret!" he begged making you chuckle and shake your head at his antics.

"Alright, I won't tell them...but Yechan sure will." you said and looked behind him at the boy who's eyes were as wide as saucers.

"WE WERE RIGHTT!!" Yechan exclaimed and ran towards their dorm.

"YECHANN!!" Sumin exclaimed and ran after the boy.

Jinsik

"That totally explains why her beauty is so unreal...cause it runs in the family." Jinsik said in awe as he looked at a childhood picture of you with your elder brother Yeosang.

"What are you looking at?" Jinsik looked up to see Minjae holding a cup of water.

"Y/n's baby photos...guess what? Yeosang sunbae-nim is Y/n's brother." Jinsik said showing the photo Minjae as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"You didn't know? Y/n literally always came to KQ to visit him...even before we debuted." Minjae revealed making Jinsik facepalm as he stood up and held Minjae by the shoulders.

"How do you expect me to face Sunbae this sunday after literally asking him for relationship advice?" Jinsik confessed as Minjae raised one of his eyebrows.

"Sunday?" he said making Jinsik nod.

"Her parents invited me for dinner this Sunday and for all I know even Yeosang Sunbae will be there." Jinsik panicked as Minjae patted his back.

"No worrries! Y/n brags about you to her brother a lot! According to my love." Minjae says referring to his girlfriend who is Hongjoong sunbae's younger sister.

"You guys better be right cause I fear he might strangle me with those large biceps of his."

Hyunwoo

Hyunwoo was probably one of the only ones who already knew who your brother was and well he was SHOCKED. Cause the fact that your brother was Ateez's Captain. Like-*sighs. You guys actually met at an Ateez concert and he found out you were his sister when Hongjoong himself pointed out you and your elder brother to the fans.

To say that he was attracted to you was a well known truth to both the members and Hongjoong because of the way he would look at you with heart eyes and blush everytime you guys talked. But it didn't matter since you were the same. Eventually you ended up asking him out for lunch and the rest is history.

"To think that we met at your brother's concert while they were performing Star 1117." Hyunwoo said as you laid down next to him stargazing.

"It almost feels like fate." you said as you scooted closer to him.

"Does it mean that if we get married in the future...me and Minjae hyung will become brothers?" Hyunwoo suddenly blurted out making you blush as you playfully hit his chest.

"We're still too young to think about marriage!" you whined as Hyunwoo sat up.

"I know! But eventually we will get married cause I know for a fact that I'm marrying you." he says making you blush as you kissed his cheek.

"You're so cute." you said making him blush as the both of you sat together in the starry sky.

Junghoon

Another one who already knew you were related to Seonghwa and boy does he flex that. He is so proud of the fact that he managed to bag someone as amazing and beautiful as you with an equally amazing brother. Doesn't stop bragging about the fact that Park Seonghwa himself introduced him to his precious little sister.

"Seonghwa sunbae always says that his sister means the world to him and that she only deserves the best...guess who's the best...me." Junghoon says to Yechan who just blinked his eyes at him.

"The fact that he himself! Park Seonghwa introduced me to his Princess and told me that we'd make a perfect couple-omo I must be so special-I'm gonna cry." Junghoon states making Yechan roll his eyes as he stood up and walked away.

"Whatever floats your boat." Yechan said and walked away leaving Junghoon on his own.

"I mean let's be honest...I am the perfect suitor for Y/n so it's no doubt that Seonghwa hyung ultimately chose me to be his sister's suitor. Did I mention? I even have hyung privileges." Junghoon says following Yechan.

"Stop following me!"

Seeun

"Y/n...I kinda bumped into your brother while on my way back." you looked up from your book at Seeun who had a blank expression on his face.

"Oh, and?" you asked as he sat beside you.

Seeun was another member who already knew who your brother was and honestly he found Jongho intimidating.

Being the eldest son, Jongho was quite a cautious and protective elder brother to you and your little brother. So it was no surprise when Jongho approached Seeun and made some things clear to him.

"He...um...kinda threatened to crack my head open like an apple if I make you cry or hurt you in anyway. He also told me to treat you like the Queen you are." Seeun said making you giggle as you put your head on his shoulder.

"My brother isn't like that! And he definetly wouldn't call me a queen." you said and laughed as Seeun shook his head.

"No, no...Jongho hyung was really serious about those things and then he proceeded to get us ice-cream!" Seeun proclaimed happily and took out the ice-cream.

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Since it's a lot of work writing for 10 members in one go, I'll post the maknae line's part separately.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated🌟✨🌠

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pinievsev · 7 months ago

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I've Got You, C.Sumin

Pairing: Choi Sumin x 11thmember!m!reader (platonic) drabble.

Summary: Simply some comfort<3

Warnings: mentions of bad home life, implied depression, mentions of crying, really fucking short and bad.

Genre: fluff, comfort

Word count: 346

A/n: I wrote this to comfort myself because I'm feeling like shit so yeah.

@pinievsev on Tumblr, please don't repost, translate, or plagiarise without permission or credit.

Happy reading (?)

You lay sprawled out on your dorm bed, gazing up at the ceiling, having long since drifted into a daze.

With a groan, you snapped back to reality, punching the mattress before sitting up and taking a deep breath.

Jumping down from the top bunk, you made your way to the living room where your phone sat on the sofa, revealing numerous missed calls and unread messages from the members, particularly from Sumin.

You had claimed that you didn't feel well, which wasn't entirely untrue and had opted to stay behind while everyone else went out to eat during your time off.

Lately, life hadn't been easy – constant fighting between your parents back home and late-night distress calls from your sister due to the time difference added to your stress.

Even your friends outside of KQ made jokes about you that only worsened your mood all the time, yet they had the audacity and still turned to you for help with their own personal issues.

You decided to call Minjae, who answered in a panic. you reassured him that you were fine, though he scolded you before informing that Sumin was on his way, having decided to come check on you after you didn't answer anyone's calls for a good 3 hours. As you hung up, Sumin burst through the door, distress visible on his features.

Turning to face him, wiping away tears, you felt overwhelmed, the weight of everything starting to consume you. Without a word exchanged, Sumin could tell something was bothering you.

His eyes softened visibly as he offered you a weak smile, dropping his bag and pulling you into a comforting embrace, which you gratefully accepted.

There were no tears shed or words spoken, just the solace of being in the arms of your best friend, finding comfort with each passing moment. With your eyes closed, you cherished the sensation of his hand running through your hair, his embrace providing a sense of security.

"I've got you, and I'm not going anywhere," Sumin whispered, offering reassurance in the midst of your turmoil.

Taglists:

All: @camphxam , @expelideliciousjoshua

Xikers: @barbiekh86t

A/N: as always! Taglist is open, you can find the form for it in my masterpost which is pinned as well as requests!

#fanfiction #kpop #kpop x reader #xikers #kpop x male reader #xikers x male reader #xikers sumin #xikers sumin x reader #YuvieRecords #xikers x reader

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sminiac · 17 days ago

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do you have any spare sumin hard hours for us? 🤲🤲🤲

Morning sex after a longggg night, hear me out 🎤 doesn’t frequently wake up hard and incessantly throbbing for your touch, but when he does the slow reach across the bed to tug at your hand is easy, he doesn’t have a thing to worry about when helping you pull out from sleep. Being fully awoken should be irritating, he knows how much you like to linger in the tranquil confines of his room, but he also knows that he’ll make it up to you for disturbing the quietude.

“C’mere baby…” he’ll coax lowly, helping you up and on his lap, rubbing a warm soothing hand along your bare legs. The sound of his morning voice, arghhhhh! + The fact that he doesn’t wear clothes when he’s comfy in his room ??? Yeah, why would he drop that and deliver it to us so calmly, i am anything but calm ???? Without doubt he’s the type to press kisses to your forehead while you’re getting comfy- or really anywhere on your face that he’s able to reach. “My sleepy girl, you gonna let me fuck you again? One more time?” and you’ll agree, the acknowledgment of it definitely not being one last time looming over your heads.

He’ll let you rest your head down on him —the space between his neck and shoulder— as you slip out his cock from the thin material of his boxers, grazing against the wet patch in your movement. The process is quiet, a lazy contentedness fogging your heads as you stroke at his length, smearing down the pearls of pre-cum, the habit of tightening around his tip before you pull up over the circumference of his fleshy pink head still fresh in your memory. He huffs, the feeling just as good as it was last night, which is namely the fact of his hard on being so intent on getting some attention before he could even fully process it. The reflex of his hips pushing up into your hand is a given, his back bending into a soft arch under you just as endearing to experience as it was the very first time, he’s cute when he’s tired, such a pliable, willing thing.

The sound of his dismantling breaths are heavy in your ear as he forces his head to stay still, worried that he’ll bump you if he thrashes it the way he normally does when you’re touching him, occasionally it’ll fall to the opposite side of you when you flick your wrist at a body slackening speed, or focus on the underside of his dick, tips of your glossy fingers brushing against his balls, oooh he could cum right then and there. Sumin is actually really good with having some self restraint, obviously he’ll lack of it in some departments, but when it’s about making him cum? He can last until he’s deep into overstimulation just for the sake of your pleasure. He knows he has to wait until you put him inside of you to even think of allowing the band of his climax to snap free, and he’ll do exactly that. Overstimulation makes him really whiny, and he sounds even better when he’s just woken up, his hoarse voice cracking as he gasps and shudders under your moving hips. The first press in and his spent cock sliding out are notably when he’ll make some of the loudest sounds.

Limbs get very restless when you’re fucking yourself on him, but its different when he’s the one fucking you because all of that depleting energy is put into something, during times like this—the more he wakes up the more revitalized he becomes, so its torture having to be still when he has no outlet for his thickening stamina. He’ll talk ad he’ll talk, spewing the dirtiest things his brain is capable of conjuring up thinking that it’ll distract him from the insufferably uncomfy feeling in his legs, digging his heels into the messy sheets, his knees slightly punching out, but really, it only makes it worse.

Sumin isn’t calm about sex, it’s not something he looks to for a good de-stressing, it’s something he uses to recharge.

#I can’t get enough of this man #xikers smut #xikers hard thoughts #xikers choi sumin smut #choi sumin imagines

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tiramisumin · 11 days ago

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i’ll be meeting you here every time

pairing: kim minjae x f!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 1.02k 𝜗𝜚 content: fluff, lil bit of humor, swearing, seeun is an asshole (endearing), they’re in a cemetery, minjae is also an asshole (endearing), mutual pining, friends to ???, not beta’d or proofread once again but aye we ball like steph curry

synopsis: “i just thought scaring you would have you jumping into my arms, but i didn’t think it would actually happen…”

୨ৎ HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE!! pls enjoy this little thing i got the idea for last night

“I think Y/N and Minjae should do it.”

The look you give Seeun is anything but sweet. In fact, despite him being so much taller than you, you kind of scare him. He raises his hands in surrender, a nervous chuckle escaping him. Hyunwoo bursts into a fit of laughter, smacking his back harshly.

”Who gives you the right to make that decision?” Minjae asks, arms crossing over his chest. If you weren’t both pissed at Seeun and scared at the prospect of being sent into the abandoned cemetery, you might’ve commented on how attractive he looked.

”Well, she’s the only girl. Ladies first, y’know? And it would be kinda fucked up to send her alone.” He shrugs his shoulders, handing the male the Ouija board he’d been holding this entire time. Junmin shines his flashlight in the direction of the cemetery gates, bottom lip between his teeth.

”I’m being so real, guys, I think we should actually just leave. I’m a little freaked out.” He bounces back and forth on the tips of his toes.

”When are you not? Scaredy cat.” Yechan teases, poking the older’s cheeks. He deadpans, swatting his hands away.

You take a deep breath. Maybe you didn’t really want to go inside, but you wanted to seem brave in front of Minjae. Perhaps your act of courage would have him falling to his knees for you. A girl could dream…

”Earth to Y/N! You still with us?” Seeun snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Are you going in or not?”

”You know what? I will.” Your voice comes out surprisingly calm, though the goosebumps on your exposed legs say otherwise. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything else.

“Looks like I’m going with you, then.” Minjae mutters, taking a flashlight from Sumin. “I still think this is stupid as fuck, but whatever.”

The two of you slowly make your way inside of the cemetery, trying to keep your composure in front of the other. You’re absolutely terrified, however. You know your clumsy ass would drop everything, so you’re grateful that Minjae is carrying both items.

“You didn’t have to listen to Seeun,” he suddenly says, stopping at a bench to sit down. “Sending the only girl in our group instead of volunteering himself was lowkey a dick move.”

“How else was I gonna shut him up?” You joke. The cold concrete bench against your bare legs forces a shiver down your spine, hugging your jacket around yourself even tighter. Minjae notices this, shrugging off his own and draping it across your lap. Your face heats up. “A little dumb of me to wear a skirt tonight, huh?”

”Beauty is pain,” he responds nonchalantly, sighing as he unfolds the Ouija board. “I guess we should get this over with.”

You swallow thickly, fingers shakily reaching to meet Minjae’s on the dial. It’s easy to tell that he’s also scared, but you’re pretty sure he’s pretending that he’s not for your sake. “You… You don’t think this stuff is real, do you?”

Minjae shakes his head. “Not really. Or well, I hope not.”

That’s a decent enough answer for you, so you delve into what might or might not be the supernatural. The pair of you take turns asking questions to the sky, but ultimately fall short of a response every time. That is until suddenly, the dial moves to ‘yes’ after you ask, “Is anyone here, like, for real?”

Your eyes widen and your stomach drops, eyes flickering over to Minjae’s mirrored expression. The tremble in your hand has increased greatly, but not enough to move the damn thing. Minjae asks another question and then the dial starts shifting across the board like crazy. The setting coupled with the fact that it was Halloween night only frightened you even more. Your brain didn’t try to rationalize anything, automatically siding with the way your body was reacting.

It’s pretty plausible to think that your imminent death is upon you, especially when the board spells your fucking name. You even jump off of the bench, wrapping your arms around Minjae in fear. But then he’s giggling, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. You pull back, thoroughly confused.

“I’m sorry, it’s not funny,” his features become empathetic. “I just thought scaring you would have you jumping into my arms, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. Not so literally, at least. I’m sorry for doing that to you, I realize now how stupid I am.”

You groan, whacking him in the shoulder. “Minjae! What the hell?? I thought my soul was about to leave my body.”

”I said I was sorry!” He apologizes, standing up to place a hand on either of your shoulders in an attempt to calm you. “For the record, you looked really cute when you were scared. It made me feel bad for doing it.”

Your heart leaps to your throat and you shy away. Was it possible that Kim Minjae shared the same feelings as you? You’ve had a crush on him for so long that you don’t remember a time when you saw him platonically. The potential for a romantic relationship, although possibly delusionally, felt within reach for once.

”Minjae… D-Do you maybe…?” You trail off, glancing at the ground.

”’Do I maybe’ what?” He probes, stepping closer to you. The way he gazes down at you so affectionately, almost like he wants to kiss you, has any sense of direction in your brain going wayward. It’s like he knew the effect he had on you. Yet you manage to gain the strength to ask what’s burning on the tip of your tongue.

“Do you maybe l-like me…?”

Before he can answer, there’s the snap of a branch in the distance and you look at Minjae skeptically. He protests immediately, but earlier’s events are still fresh and you don’t believe him entirely. “That wasn’t me!”

You open your mouth to refute his claim, but then there’s another sound— and it’s a lot closer than the other. Both of you take off running without a second’s thought. Just your fucking luck. You officially hate Halloween.

#xikers #xikers x reader #xikers minjae #kim minjae x reader #minjae x reader #xikers drabbles #minjae drabbles #𐙚 tiramisumin

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bibbykins · 1 year ago

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Kidding

A/N: Sometimes I go weeks of barely writing and sometimes I sit down and write this in an hour. Two wolves inside me fr lmao. Either way, here's a fun drabble that takes place in the future of THB. Thank you all for being so patient with me. I wanted to give y'all this for my bday coming up soon, so I hope it's a good present ^^ It's con crunch time for me bc my dumbass wanted to make all my cosplays, so I should be back properly come Septemberish, but I'll be here nonetheless lurking lol

Note: This is a drabble for The Household’s Bunny series that takes place later in the timeline

Words: `1.4k

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere! BTS x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: this one's pretty tame but still- kissing, yandere tendencies/behavior, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy mindset/perception of love, possessive/obsessive yoongi being needy, everyone in his office being infatuated with MC bc it's fun lol

“He’s so cold.” Sumin, a software developer, shivered as Yoongi walked down the hall.

Being scared of the CEO wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Even his stride demanded absolute perfection, not too fast and not too slow. Min Yoongi wasn’t unkind by any means, but he certainly didn’t go out of his way to make anyone feel at ease. It wasn’t his fault that so many people found him intimidating or his resting face angry. He didn’t need Taehyung’s happy-go-lucky smile or Jin’s expert kindness to get things done, so why would he try?

“Why is he even down here right now?” Ara wondered next to her coworker.

Sumin looked at her like she was crazy before he remembered, “Ah, you’re new, that’s right.” He chuckled, “Every month Mr. Min will meet his girlfriend at the door.” He nodded towards the lobby.

Ara’s eyes bulged, “Girlfriend?! And he meets her down here?!” She blinked wildly, “Is she just as scary–” Before Ara could properly finish her question, there you were. Even if she wasn’t looking, it would be impossible to miss the fanfare of your entrance. Soyeon, the receptionist who Ara didn’t even know could smile that wide, stood from her chair as she excitedly greeted you.

“Bunny!” She cheered, and Ara was nearly knocked flat when you beamed at the woman and squished her into a hug.

Yoongi had to fight a pout as he watched the scene in front of him, “How many times do I have to tell you her name is–”

“Darling.” You cut him off, eliciting a small gasp from the workers down the hall indiscreetly watching the scene, “Be nice, she can call me whatever she wants.” You smiled at Soyeon, and Ara swore the woman was about to melt– not that she could blame her.

“Bunny?” She let slip, catching the attention of Sumin.

“You really didn’t do much research before starting, huh?” Sumin tsked, “That’s bunnyboop, she’s like one of the highest-earning online sex workers.” He explained and Ara didn’t know her mouth could drop further as she got a better look at you dressed in a mint green mini-dress that outlined your thick curves. The necklace you wore held a crest she recognized as being on the ring Yoongi wore.

Yoongi similarly admired your form even as you scolded him. Every day you just grew to be more beautiful to him, and it was hard to be annoyed with your kindness towards others when you wore him on your neck. Namjoon won and got to be displayed on your left ring finger, but he couldn’t be too mad about being the closest to your heart. You were unequivocally theirs, no matter how many smiles you flashed to his employees. His eyes skimmed your dress, taking extra care when raking over your plush thighs, but he was stopped short by the familiar emerald heels you were, “I thought those hurt you last time.” He fretted and you rolled your eyes at the subject change.

“I gotta break them in somehow.” You retorted, “Don’t worry, I got band-aids on this time.” You reassured him, but it was too late. He was already making his descent. Quick as you could, your hand shot out to his shoulder to stop him from kneeling on the floor in front of everyone, “Don’t make a scene, love.” You reminded him, “Not again.” You added with a giggle. Last time you could hear a pin drop in the lively office, and you didn’t want a rerun.

Begrudgingly he stood up straight again and you smiled before rewarding him with a kiss to his cheek. The smile he gave you filled you with warmth, “And I can’t just carry you up to my office?” He whispered in your ear, making your face heat.

“I can walk.” You simply said with a grin before turning to Soyeon, “Sorry we always make a scene.” You giggled and she shook her head.

“Keeps us single people in line.” She chuckled, “See you later!” She waved as Yoongi slipped his hand in yours to lead you up to his office where he already had lunch delivered.

You could barely wave as you struggle to keep up with him, “You’re so mean.” You teased him, and Ara could feel her breath hitch the closer the two of you got to her desk. The worker thought she was going to vomit when you stopped in front of her, curious eyes on her form.

“Good afternoon, Ms. L/n.” Sumin spoke like he was talking to a queen, and in a way, he was.

You gave the man a full and genuine smile as Yoongi had to look back and scowl, “Sumin, please, I said you can use my first name at least.” You chuckled and Ara watched on in shock before your eyes flicked to hers, “You’re the new girl, right?” You asked before thinking, “...Ara?” You said her name and her knees nearly buckled.

“Y-Yes ma’am.” Ara squeaked out and your eyes widened.

“No need for that!” You were obviously flustered as you waved the formality off with your free hand, “I’m always happy to meet people on Miyoung’s team, she’s so sweet, and she told me you were really good.” You gushed, and Ara could hardly believe anyone calling Miyoung sweet. Miyoung was scary, not as bad as the man trying to subtly tug you away, but still frightening.

Ara still found herself smiling, your very own was quite contagious and she could see why you were so popular, “Thank you.” She managed to say without stumbling.

You could feel Yoongi’s eyes boring into you, so you decided to have mercy, “Till next time!” You waved to all of them, and Ara watched as everyone in the hall did the same. Now that she thought of it, everyone was acting a bit weird all day. Everyone had been cleaning their desks, fixing their hair, putting on lipstick. They were even dressed a bit nicer than usual. At first, she thought it was because they anticipated Yoongi’s arrival, but it seemed they wanted to impress his girlfriend. Subconsciously, her eyes caught onto her plain blouse and she frowned, next time she’ll wear the one with ruffles.

—

The moment the elevator doors closed, you were pressed against them as Yoongi’s dark eyes glared at you, “So fussy.” You tutted.

“You don’t need to greet every new employee you can see–” Yoongi didn’t even get to finish his scolding before your manicured nails wrapped around his tie and tugged him down to your mouth. It was the only fool-proof way to silence him when he got worked up like this. Your mouth slotted against his while he massaged your lips with his own, uncaring of the smudging of nude pink lipstick that was undoubtedly occurring.

Your tongues intertwined until the ding of the elevator signaled your arrival to his floor. You pulled back with a smile as you soaked in his dumbstruck face, “Hungry.” You announced before making a break for it to his office.

Giggling like a maniac, you ran as fast as you could to the meeting room he set you up in every time for lunch. However, you were slowed down by caution for your heels and his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into him just as you passed the threshold of the room, “You’re such a brat.” He hissed into your ear as he backed you against the table, forcing you to sit on the mahogany top, “I’m hungry, but I don’t even want the food anymore.” He murmured along the skin of your neck while his fingertips slipped past the hem of your dress.

It was tempting, and you were just about to give in until your stomach growled, breaking the tension and making both of you laugh, “You’re kidding.” You groaned as he leaned his forehead against yours with a smile, “That’s not fair, you know I get all hot and bothered when you’re eager like that.” You whined, already knowing he isn’t going to let you do anything else but eat first now.

“Is that why you torture me so, huh?” He tested jokingly. He knew that you bewitched the whole office because that’s just how you were. You were his princess, and you acted like it. He may not like his employees being so transfixed with you, but it was hard to be that irritated when he was much worse off than they were, “Gonna make me fire this whole building.” He mumbled along your lips. You gasped, allowing him to dip his tongue in for just a moment to get a taste of you, “Kidding.” He said before pressing one long kiss on your puffy lips, “Mostly.” He winked before beginning to unpack the food.

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awmancreeper · 1 year ago

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♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 36 - Our Butterfly

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

Masterlist / prev / next

!!written parts!!

“Y/nnie~~~” Yoon called out laying her head in the twin-size bed while you lay slumped on it

It’s been a week since your manager told you the news. And after that convenience store night, you haven’t left the dorms, not even to get ready for the comeback.

Highup decided to give you a vacation, telling you to ‘take some time off’ and Inkigayo agreed to do this week and upcoming weeks without you; replacing you with another female idol.

Even so, your manager said you should post so you don’t look fazed, yet unable to find the energy to keep up your idol image you post a photo you took a while back.

The rest of STAYC stood around the shared room.

“Are you alright y/n?” Seeun spoke lightly almost as if any loud noise could break you. Yet nothing changed you were still laying face down on your bed. Then suddenly the girls see a stuffed bunny get thrown at you quickly looking over at J who threw it “Come on y/n, it wasn’t that bad” she said.

“Not the time Yeeun” Sieun told her pulling her back by the collar of J’s shirt.

“Y/n?” Sumin called out softly

The room went silent and what was heard was your tiny sniffles into your comforter. All six girls’ shoulders dropped finally realizing their social butterfly broke.

They’ve known you since you were in the 9th grade, the loud trainee that somehow knew everyone, Highup’s trump card. Forcing all of STAYC out of their shells when they just met, y/n made STAYC complete.

Now here you were, defeated on your bed as they all watched you try not to cry. Their hearts crumbled at the sight. This was your lowest

The dating scandal was the least of your worries but it started a chain reaction to your biggest problem. Your group

Wonyoung was right, because of your negligence your favorite people in the world are suffering as well. You couldn’t go online without seeing STAYC being dragged through the dirt or the abundance amount of OT6 content.

After some time of scrolling on any social media platform, you’ve come to realize maybe it’ll be best if you did leave STAYC.

The dark thought clouded your mind, and the thought of you leaving your friends hurt you the most.

But a weight on you stopped your train of thought. Slowly picking up your head you see your Maknae “It’ll be okay unnie” Yeeun said cuddling you. The warmth of one of your best friends pushed you to your breaking point.

You wept while they all looked at you in shock, through all the years they’ve known you; you weren’t the type to cry out of sadness yet here you were.

Sobbing out loud, the cries sounding desperate and defeated resulting in all your members' hearts bleed for you. Quickly joining J on your bed, they created a pile with you at the bottom even joining in with the tears.

You cried finally letting it go, you couldn’t be strong and happy all the time. And it felt nice to let it all out knowing your best friends were right there for you.

~•~•~•~•~

All 7 girls cuddled on the twin-sized bed even some falling asleep after the mass historical of crying. You stared at your wall sniffing feeling your eyes begin to swell from the tears when a certain girl plops into your view.

You looked at your leader, you feel your heart start to ache all over again. Trying to steady your breathing a tear falls from the corner of your eye.

Sumin softly smiled placing her soft hand on your cheek “It’ll be alright” she spoke just as gently as she wiped the tear. “We‘ll get through this”

“I’m sorry unnie” your voice croaked while she caressed your cheek. “For what?” Sumin arched her brow generally confused.

“For being an idiot and not listening to you”

Your leader's face softened

“You told me not to cause trouble, you told me to play it safe but I- I didn’t listen-“ you quietly cried out but Sumin hushed you.

“Hey it’s okay, not listening is a part of growing up” she told you “but the group is hurting because of it”

Sumin shook her head “No we’re hurting because our butterfly isn’t feeling too well nowadays” She played with your hair

“I’m trying unnie. I’m trying to be okay but…” you placed your hand on hers leaning into her palm “I’m so sorry” your voice was rough as you hadn’t spoken in a while afraid of what the consequences might be.

“Don’t be, you are our strongest member but you still need to remember we’re here too”

“Taking all the promotions and stuff because you know we’re tired,” your eyes widen at her words “What you didn’t think I’d notice?”

“Y/n I’m here, your leader. It’s my job to make sure all my girls are happy and healthy. And I told you those things not to protect the group but you,”

“I know how people can be and I didn’t want them to turn on you just because of some boy” You closed your eyes at the mention of him. Truth be told you completely forgot about Kai but your heart danced around at the thought of him.

“- either way I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone because you’re not. You have us”

“And no more crying,” she spoke and you realize you were crying again “Your eyelids will get puffy” Sumin joked wiping your tears

You laughed softly only to become sad all over again “I don’t wanna leave the group” you said quietly but Sumin just shook her head “You won’t, I’ve been talking to Highup about your hiatus,”

“It’ll make you look guilty if you go on hiatus plus we all kinda threaten to go on strike” she whispered the last part “You did?”

“Duh! Why because we’re STAYC girls” she smirked

“It’s going down” you both laughed

“Thanks unnie” “of course I’m your leader after all” You reached out for her but the weight stopped you “I’d hug you but everyone kinda on me”

She smiled “They’re just worried about you, especially Yeeun”

~•~•~•~

“Hey unnie” you called out to the sleepy Sumin “Yeah?” “About Kai, I like him… a lot”

She snuggled in closer to you “Yeah I know you do”

“You do?”

“It’s obvious, you were never nervous to talk about Soobin but Huening kai… it’s like you were a high school girl all over again”

You leaned into her shoulder “I don’t know what to do”

Sumin thought for a minute “Do what feels right, and if that’s telling him then tell him,” You listened to every word “plus I think he has a thing for you too”

Your eyes sparked “he does?!” You spoke excitedly causing your leader to laugh “Yeah! He’d be insane if he didn’t”

Just then your phone buzzed but you didn’t reach for it “You gonna get that?” Sumin asked but you just shook your head “Nah it can wait I’m with my girls right now” you said closing your eyes

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yuniniverse · 1 year ago

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Can u do sumin ff both of the reader and him meet at an art corse and it goes from there yk btw loved the hunter one I SCREAMED AND BLUSHED LIKE KASJKSOSJD ITS SO GOOOODD

PAIRING ! ━ sumin x gn reader

GENRE ! ━ college au ,friends to lovers ,fluff

WORD COUNT ! ━ 1.299k

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ tysm for requesting ^^ sorry if it took a while hsjsjs this is my first time writing a request here but I hope you like it ^^

sumin looked around, smiling as he sees you rush into the classroom as you bow to the teacher while muttering a sorry as you were late. He looks at you with a slight smile as you make your way to your desk, dropping your bag to the side of your chair as you finally sit with a sigh. His eyes grow wider in curiosity as he sees you holding the drink he had kept for you. He eagerly tapped his feet onto the floor, proud of himself as he sees a happy smile on your face as you scan around the classroom to look for the person that had kept your favourite drink for you.

As soon as class was over you look for your friends, tilting your head to the side as you watch them run out without even sparing you a second glance. You pick up your bag and stand up while debating whether to follow them or not. Meanwhile Hyunwoo comes running towards you. You and Hyunwoo were partners in drawing fundamentals and design fundamentals class so it was a given that you two would be close, close to the point if one of you weren't with each other, others would ask where your 'twin' went.

he walked you to the cafeteria, you sense something was going to happen from how quiet your friend was, otherwise you'd be nodding at the talkative boy who would change the topic with every passing minute. Hyunwoo stops walking, causing you to stop as well. He turns to you with a slight pity face as he holds your hand, squeezing it. "I know i promised I would be with you for the extra classes last night, but I can't come with you now--" he couldn't even finish his sentence when you slapped his arm, earning a groan from the fox like boy. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD, NOW YOU CHICKEN OUT????" You scold to which the boy waved his hands together, "But hey you'll get a chance to meet Choi Sumin and be alone with him till the end of the day" he said as he nudged you. You let out a sigh as you push him away, "I only said he was cute Hyunwoo, I don't like him." You say to which the boy rolled his eyes. You lied and you knew your bestfriend knew you were too. The way your eyes would light up at the sight of the green haired but and how you'd always talk about him and how you'd stare at him in class was enough to let anyone know that you didn't just find him cute.

You drag your feet up the stairs, you weren't hungry anymore because the only person you were comfortable with is now not gonna be here until 6 pm. You groaned as you plop down onto your desk. You hear a slight chuckle, whipping your head around you meet the love of your life choi sumin. "Shouldn't you be with hyunwoo? It's new seeing you all alone" he says as he pulls a chair in front of you to sit. You ramble on how your bestfriend betrayed you and how you were mad because now your alone and you hate being alone and to add a cherry on top, it meant you'd be drawing alone for two hours. Sumin patiently listened to you rant, breaking into a small smile as you helplessly wave your hands around and whine at your unfortunate situation. How he wished he could just hug you so tight and never let you go. He adored you way too much and found you cute even if you were just existing.

"I'll stay back." He shrugs as you sit straight and look at him . "Really?" You ask with a glint of hope in your eyes to which he nods with a smile. You squeal as you jump out if your seat and hug him. It's only after a few seconds later you realise the poor boy was stiff on your hold, his eyes wide as he just stood as if he saw a ghost. You slowly back away as you mumble a sorry to which he shakes his head and pulls you to another hug, only this time his arm wraps around your waist instead of just dangling around his sides, you smile into the hug. your heart beats faster as butterflies swarm inside your stomach, you feel your cheeks heat up as he tightens the hug. Just as you were at the verge of melting into sumins touch you get pushed away, landing on your butt as you watch students slowly make their way into the class.

once classes were over you found yourself sitting on your desk, blood rushes to your cheeks and you can't seem to hide your smile as flashbacks of what happened earlier come into your mind. You lower your head and try to calm yourself. you feel your shoulder get tapped and when you look up you see sumin smiling down at you, "let's go? we shouldn't be late" he says as he takes your hands in his, holding hands side by side he walks you to your class as he sits at very back. You think he's only on his phone the entire time, guilt washing through you as you realise he'd have to be with you for the next two hours. Only if you knew how he loved to be with you. He watched how your fingers held the brush delicately and brushed through your canvas. He let out a breathy chuckle as he sees you struggling to finish a part, your hesitant fingers going back and forth but never touching the canvas with your brush. He stands up quietly and comes behind you, his fingers holding yours as he guides your hands throughout the canvas, you were too immersed at how well the painting was turning out to notice how the boy was nearly back hugging you. Sumin on the other hand was just as red as the cherry that was painted on the corner of the canvas. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but loved being close to you. You gave him warmth, a feeling of home. He felt all his worries drift away when he was near you. How could he think of anything when you were right infront of him? You were too beautiful in his eyes. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, the most beautiful girl he would ever see and love. "Done" he muttered as his grip on your hands loosened but never left from holding your hands. He looked at your figure that was busy admiring the painting. The classroom was empty and quiet, the chirping of birds outside blurred out to him as he inched closer and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. You look up, your heart skipped a beat at the close proximity between the two of you.

The corner of sumins lips twitched into a smile as he watched your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips. His hand cupped your cheek, inching closer until there was only an inch gap between your lips. He looked into your eyes, as if he was asking permission. You took the opportunity to tilt your head up, connecting your lips with his. sumins one hand rested onto your chair as he brought himself closer, deepening the kiss. he sighed into the kiss, smiling ever so slightly. A feeling of warmth and love rushed by you, the way your lips fit his so perfectly made you blush. He pulls away, pecking your nose as he shyly smiles and connects your forehead. Words need not be spoken to show how you two loved each other ever so much.

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starsfic · 10 months ago

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A Slap Too Far

Summary:

After Jiwon dies, Sumin can only sit frozen and watch her life burn.

Notes:

So I've recently gotten into reading Marry My Husband on Webtoon (I've read it before, just re-reading it) and its mentioned that, in the original timeline, Minhwan goes to jail for murdering her and Sumin deletes social media and stops answering calls. So, I wanted to write something real quick on the shit that goes down. CW: mentions of character death

"...oh no."

Minhwan's voice broke through the sudden silence. Sumin gripped the sheets tighter, her delight at Jiwon's misery being broken by unease at how easily Minhwan had slapped his wife, her head banging against the drawer.

"What? What is it?"

Minhwan reached down. Jiwon was so still and, slowly, Sumin realized that an iron smell was beginning to fill the room. Her heart began to race as his fingers pressed against her neck, clearly feeling for her pulse. "Oh no," he repeated again and she could see the blood drain from his face. "Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit-"

"What- What-?" Some part of her realized what was happening, all too familiar with that smell, but she refused to believe it. There was no way...

Her boyfriend ignored her questions, rolling Jiwon over on her back. "Jiwon, Jiwon, you stupid idiot, wake up!" He shook her, her best friend's thin body easily jostling. "No, no, you weren't supposed to-" He dropped her, and her head thudded against the floor, splattering...

Blood.

There was more blood.

"...no..."

Sumin sat, frozen. Minhwan ignored her, practically tripping over himself to grab his cell phone. "Hello, 119?! Please, I need an ambulance-" Tears were beading in his eyes. Whether at what little love he still had for Jiwon shining through, or regret at his hasty actions, tears were rolling down his cheeks. "-my wife, she hit her head- I swear I didn't mean to hit her so- Please, she's not moving and there's blood- Please send an ambulance!"

All too soon, sirens began to ring.

And Sumin sat there, frozen.

Her dreams of a happy life, of dancing on Jiwon's grave with Jiwon's husband, burned.

They burned as the paramedics called Jiwon "dead at the scene" and bagged her body.

They burned as the police officers cuffed Minhwan, who didn't even struggle.

They burned as she was yanked from the bed, forced to hastily dress and follow Minhwan.

They burned as Minhwan's parents arrived at the police station, called her a whore and a homewrecker.

Sumin couldn't even muster the ability to act cute at the trial, called upon the stand to provide witness to Minhwan's crime of murder and intention to murder. She was too frozen. As the people stared her down, she found herself admitting to everything- the manipulation to have students bully her, her targeting Minhwan, and Minhwan planning on letting Jiwon waste away and die for the life insurance money. As she admitted to everything, her plan burned.

Her dreams of perfectly sabotaging Jiwon's life, like how she had sabotaged hers, had burned at the last stage.

She wasn't sentenced. How could they? As far as they knew, Minhwan had only confessed his plan about the life insurance a few minutes before he killed Jiwon. But, even as Sumin walked free, she knew her life had utterly been destroyed.

Old classmates called her number, bombarded her email, screamed on social media. How could you, how could you, how could you. She couldn't even find the words to explain that it wasn't her fault that they "misunderstood" her. Nobody would listen to her anyway now, she realized.

The day before she deleted her social media and changed her number, a documentary was presented about the case. Nobody had asked her about it. Instead, she watched as Hiyeon Yu, Juran Yang, Mr. Kim, Eunheo Baek, and others were interviewed.

Only Mr. Kim had said nice things, but then again, he was known as a massive pervert.

The rest said the same thing:

Monster.

And Sumin sat there, frozen, watching as her life burned with one simple slap too far.

#Marry My Husband #my writing #fic #Sumin Jeong #Minhwan Park

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chiiyuuvv · 1 year ago

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can I request xikers reaction to you being very stressed and distant??<3

• PAIRING — xikers x gn reader

• GENRE — coping skills for when youre stressed <3, lots of hand holding!!

• WORD COUNT — 688

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — ty for the request!!

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 (welcome!!)

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MINJAE ☆

Offers to help you out with whatever youre having trouble with

But hes more confused than you

Hes kinda like that incredibles meme, where the dad is like "why did they change math?!"

Hes just like "😀 anywayss~" pushes the thing aside and starts talking to you

Sure your assignment is due in a few days, but with the way minjae is making you laugh, you'll just push it off until tomorrow ♡

JUNMIN ☆

"Hey, hey, breath! Breath!!" He'd notice your breaths shallow

Laces your hands together, making you rest your head on his shoulder

Scolds you (affectionately) about you overworking yourself

Doesnt let you leave his hold either

A pout on his face because he just cant believe you :( ♡

SUMIN ☆

"But hey!" He'd bump your shoulder, "at least you finished that paper!"

"And you did this! So take a break, you deserve it!!"

Will not let you do anything else for the day. The only thing you can do is lay next to him on his bed

Will suggest to massage your shoulders or anywhere else where you've gone tension

And best guarantee that he'll praise anything you'll do ♡

JINSIK ☆

Disappears and comes back with lots of DIY projects to do

And you'll spend the whole day doing that

Jinsiks painting you a wooden butterfly, youre making something to scare the others

You decide to test it on jinsik, and it definitely scared him (he wouldnt tell you that though)

And you'll spend the next morning laughing at the boys reactions ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

It would start with hyunwoo laying you down and rubbing your stomach

But soon you notice his eyes struggling to stay open, so you just turn around and hug him

Melts in your arms, his around your waist as he pulls you closer

So now your head is on his chest, and his is on your shoulder

And you fall asleep like that, your hands lacing together ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Finds some coloring books thats just been marinating at some place

Plus some old crayons/markers

And hands them to you with a small smile

Suggests to play some music while you color your hearts out

Will defo make fun of you if you color outside the lines ♡

SEEUN ☆

Would put his hands over your eyes and refuses to drop them as he drags you somewhere

Turns out youre just going for a walk around the neighborhood, seeuns fingers quickly lacing with yours

Talks about anything and everything to take your mind off of it

Makes you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, away from the cars

And even take you for some icecream if youre in the mood ♡

YUJUN ☆

"Wanna try this new snack i bought?" He'd try to take your attention off of it

Even if its unhealthy, he just wanna make you feel good

Feeding you the snacks as he turns on the television, not letting you do anything but rest

"Should i buy more of these?" He noticed that you were done with your bag in a matter of seconds

And even indulge in a 'snacks' conversation, saying which was your favorite, what youre sad discontinued, etc. etc. ♡

HUNTER ☆

"Oh my god, i just discovered this new song!!" Hunter would exclaim once you mentioned how stressed you were

Shares and earphone with you.. not to mention how close hes sitting next to you

Shows you ateez sunbaenim's newest album, dancing along with the songs in a silly matter to make you laugh

"Which one was your favorite!?" Hes so curious about your taste, and will play it again, immediately agreeing

He just wanted to pass his love for ateez to you ♡ (THE ALBUMS FIRE OMG)

YECHAN ☆

Another baby that wants to show you something that interests him

He's found this tiktoker that makes lots of funny videos, and hes just spamming them to you at the point

Laughs so loud at whatever the tiktoker says, but he softens when you start laughing

Stares at you fondly as he watches the smile on your face increase, but looks away when you catch him

"What are you looking at?" "N-nothing.." he quickly looks down, his face red ♡

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lil-elle · 10 months ago

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Stealing a Sip of XIKERS Drink

pairs: xikers x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!, crushing, shy boys

word count: 1.7k

content: kisses, um sharing a straw (if that grosses you out?)

a/n: hopefully this'll be my coming back post! ☺️

Minjae:

Jaw dropped and blushing, staring at you like you in disbelief just cast a magic spell or something

Stuttering while trying to ask why you did that, his eyes constantly darting back to the part of the straw your lips just touched, blushing even harder thinking about how you'd just put your mouth on the straw that he'd also put his mouth on

Eyes dropping down to your lips every now and then as you giggle at his panic, finding him cute and innocent

Would be very hesitant to keep drinking it afterwards, being too flustered by the fact he'd be putting his lips somewhere your lips had been

Good luck with actually kissing him, he'll be a mess of stuttering and blushing like crazy

Junmin:

The man would freeze, literally, you'd be waving your hand in front of his very red face and he'd just be unresponsive. Lights are on, no one's home

His mind is in chaos. He's screaming and giggling and crying on the inside all at once all while you're standing there like “Junmin? Hellooooo? Anyone home?”

One of the thoughts running through his head would just be “I should kiss them right now”. He won't be able to stop thinking about it. Seeing the way your lips wrapped around the straw that he'd used already made his desire to kiss you sky-rocket

If he ends up too shy, he'll just throw the drink away and speed walk away, hand clamped over his mouth as fantasies of kissing you play on his head over and over

If all goes well, he'll build up enough courage to just drop the drink, grab your face and kiss you like he wanted to

Sumin:

He'd think you were so adorable yo be honest, a soft smile and a pink tint crossing his face

He'd probably just give the rest of the drink to you assuming you actually wanted it, and not that you stole a sip to see him get flustered. If he thinks you want it, he'll give it to you no question, he's that kind of guy

You'd get flustered and tell him your real intentions of wanting to see him embarrassed he'd just giggle and tease you, “if you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could've just asked~”

He'd watch with a smile as you pout and blush, flustered by his words, before he leans in and kisses you softly

After that incident he'd definitely prank you. The next time he's holding a drink, he'd pretend not to pay attention until he sees you creeping up to sneak a sip. Then he'd immediately turn his head so your lips met his rather than the straw and he'd just watch you freak out

Jinsik:

Confused at first, just staring at you. He probably wouldn't realise the implications at all first, wouldn't immediately think of the whole “indirect kiss” thing

You might have to whisper to him that you technically just indirectly kissed him, and once he hears that he'll be a blushing and smiling mess

Would insist that he doesn't care about that kind of thing but he'd be smiling and blushing so much, literally giggling and kicking his feet

His eyes would keep lingering on your lips but he wouldn't say anything, he's too much of a gentleman

You'd have to notice on your own and make the move, and once you do, his head would just be spinning. He'd pull you in shyly, kissing you with a smile on his face

Hyunwoo:

Another one that wouldn't immediately know what an indirect kiss is. You'd literally have to explain to him that you put your mouth on something he'd put his mouth on, therefore making in and indirect kiss

Once he understands, he'd be stuttering and blushing, insisting that it's stupid and means absolutely nothing

King of trying to hide his flusteredness by just rambling about how silly it is and how only silly people would believe in something like that

His rambling would be his own downfall, and he'd end up spitting out something like “what's the point of this stupid indirect kiss when you could just kiss me directly-”

He'd blush but you'd just smile and kiss him, keeping your eyes open to watch his go wide with shock and his face go even redder

Junghoon:

I'm almost convinced he just wouldn't care. He'd hand you the rest of the drink assuming you wanted it with his signature straight face

You'd explain to him the whole point and what an indirect kiss is and what you were trying to do and he'd just be like “Oh. You're cute.” With a small smile

From then on he'd always offer you a sip of his drinks, whispering “indirect kiss?” as he hands it to you and you'd just giggle at his cuteness

One day you'd decide to catch him off guard. He'd do his usual thing, handing the drink to you and whispering and you'd just reach up, grab his face and kiss him directly, his eyes going wide

As you'd pull back, it'd be the first time you'd really seen him with a really different expression from his usual one. His cheeks would be a soft pink and his ears would be just bright red. His lips would be parted slightly in shock and his eyes would be so wide you were convinced they'd pop out from their sockets

Seeun:

He'd somehow catch you before you were going to do it, snatching the drink away before you could get to it. He'd proceed to laugh, telling you that you need to be more stealthy to get him with that

And so starts the saga of trying to steal sips of his drink without him noticing. Any chance you'd get where you see him with a drink with a straw in it, you'd sneak up and pounce

One day, he'd be super distracted by something and you'd end up actually getting it, to which he'd smirk at you and look into your eyes before leaning down and taking a sip of it himself, holding the eye contact the whole time

He'd smirk as you go red from him turning the tables on you, and he'd just chuckle and poke you on the forehead teasingly

He'd land the final blow by saying “if that's how red you get from an indirect kiss, I'm looking forward to when I actually kiss you~” leaving you absolutely stunned

Yujun:

He'd be so flustered but I think he'd just giggle be so cute about it. He'd insist that you two share the drink while blushing and smiling super wide

The whole time the two of you are sharing the drink he would not be able to stop smiling. In his head he'd be freaking out about how cute you are and how romantic the situation is but he'd be trying not to let it show on his face

It'd become a habit between you two, buying a drink you both like and sharing it. It just makes you feel so close and bonded and happy

One day Seeun would see you two doing this and immediately start teasing you, insisting that you two should just kiss already and stop acting like primary school crushes. You'd both go red and look at each other, his eyes falling to your lips before he quickly turns away

The next time he'd be buying a drink for you two, you would've gotten over Seeun's teasing, back to your normal routine. At least, that's what you think until Yujun watches you take a sip and almost immediately brings his lips to yours afterwards, giving you the most soft and gentle kiss ever

Hunter:

He'd just smile and tilt his head at you, amused and finding you adorable. He wouldn't say anything after you look up at him and you'd start getting flustered

You'd explain to him the indirect kiss thing, thinking he doesn't realise, but he'd confirm that he knows, he just thinks you're so cute and he'd confess that he just wants to kiss you for real

He'd keep smiling as you blush and get flustered and he'd just offer you the rest of his drink, trying to be cheeky and just making you more flustered

He'd always make it a habit to offer you sips of his drinks even though you'd always decline while blushing and he'd just be like “awww what about our indirect kiss?” in a fake sad tone just to fluster you more

He'd never ever try to actually kiss you without you saying so or making the first move, he'd just tease you and flirt with you until you give in and kiss him

Yechan:

He'd actually get offended like, how dare you steal some of his yummy drink that he was enjoying ????

He wouldn't even think about the indirect kiss thing because he's too busy getting revenge on you by tickling you or poking you or by little you up and swinging you around like a ragdoll

He'd only realise it later when he's alone. He'd zone out staring at the straw and suddenly the thought of “they put their lips where mine had been…” and then he'd just be blushing and giggling, throwing his head back and covering his face, kicking his feet like crazy in his bed until Junmin leans over from the top bunk and tells him to stop with an annoyed tone

He'd stop flailing but he'd just sit there giggling and staring the straw of his drink like a lovesick boy

The next time he has a drink, he'd offer a sip to you which would just completely throw you off because of how he literally attacked you when you stole some of his drink first. You'd honestly think it was a trap, like he was trying to test you but you'd carefully accept and take a sip. He'd giggle and just happily say “thanks!” before waddling away, leaving you so confused

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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complete-in-ix · 1 year ago

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Beyond The Path Of Reason

Rated: E Warning(s): DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Implied past non-con, implied past abuse, (neither of those are committed by the mcs), self-harm, stabbing, explicit sexual content, erogore, woundfucking, cannibalism, I cannot stress enough that Sumin comes inside Jinsik's chest cavity please scroll if you don't want to read that, hypnotism, like if Jinsik was Tomie basically Description: Ham Jinsik is no ordinary human. Perhaps he once was, though the truth of his origin has been long since lost to time. All that even he himself knows is that he was born blessed with such beauty that higher beings themselves envied him and mere mortals fell irrevocably and madly in love with a single look into his eyes. Once he became of age the madness overtook the love, and for the first time in his soon-to-be centuries of life, he was murdered in cold blood. Countless calamities have fallen upon his body and heart during his cursed wandering of the earth, all brought about by those unfortunate enough to love and be loved by him. All until Choi Sumin. Sumin's love touches Jinsik differently. He can only hope Sumin will touch him differently, too.

(Read on Ao3)

Jinsik is all too happy to melt into Sumin's kisses at the end of the night. Three dates is already a high number to score with Jinsik and here he is letting himself be pinned to Sumin's bedroom door after—well, he stopped counting after seven. His stomach is pleasantly full from dinner—homemade by Sumin, because of course it would be—and his head buzzes with the daze of wine—full-bodied and sweet just the way he likes it. His heart is in the best condition it's been in decades; swooping in his chest light as a feather with every press of Sumin's lips to his own.

"You," Sumin whispers between kisses, "are so amazing." His jacket drops to the floor in the time it takes for Jinsik to catch his breath.

"Me? I've hardly done anything to warrant that, have I?" Jinsik, ever coy, dodges Sumin's kisses this time. He still dives in; landing on Jinsik's cheeks, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. Jinsik can't help but giggle at his insistence to love him; he's like an ever-adoring puppy.

"You exist, jagiya. That alone is amazing enough." Sumin abandons Jinsik's lips in favour of mouthing at his neck, kissing and sucking faint pink marks into his soft skin. Jinsik swallows down a heavy cocktail of dread and arousal as he dips lower; just shy of his collar now. Oh, Sumin's been so good so far. If he fails this last trial, what will become of Jinsik? Of his heart? His body? Jinsik allows him one last lingering kiss to his Adam's apple before lightly pushing at his chest.

"Yeobo, hold on," he murmurs. Sumin obeys immediately, pulling back with his face turned up in concern. His hands leave their place on Jinsik's waist after a moment of hesitation to hover nervously between them, like he doesn't know what to do with them. Oh, this is new. No one has stopped for Jinsik before Sumin. It's… Nice. He continues before his brooding can take over him. "I have something to tell you before we do anything else." Understanding dawns on Sumin's face.

"Oh?" His tone is light, carefully measured as he guides Jinsik to sit down on his bed. "What is it? Please don't be afraid to tell me, I'm always here to listen." Sumin sits down next to him; farther down the bed away from the door, a safe distance from Jinsik. Providing an exit in case he needs one. He's smiling when Jinsik looks up at him again; soft and reassuring. Jinsik can't help but mirror it. "Whenever you're ready, jagi."

"I—" The words lodge in Jinsik's throat. How many times has he had to have this conversation over the years? How many more times will he have to spill his guts for a man and pick them up again when he inevitably finds them too much of a mess to deal with? How will he handle it if Sumin repeats this cycle? Jinsik glances back up at him to find his curiosity fully replaced by concern. Please, please let this time be the last. He takes a deep breath and tries again. "I've had… Other relationships before." He doesn't need to tell Sumin this; he had garnered quite the reputation for his amount of failed relationships in just the first few months of school; rumours fly quite quickly on a college campus. Sumin hadn't cared in the slightest, nor does he care now. He continues after clearing his throat. "They weren't the best. Some of them cheated on me, some of them ghosted me… It doesn't really matter anymore, they're long gone. It's just…" Here he goes. "... Some of them have really—" He crosses his arms over his chest; nails biting into the meat of his arms. "—hurt me." Sumin sucks in a sharp breath.

"Oh, jagi—" Jinsik shakes his head before he can continue. He has to get this out now or he never will.

"It's not just…" He sighs. "Sometimes they wouldn't just hit me, o-or they'd hit me to get me to—to—" The words tangle around his tongue yet again. All the past decades come flying back to Jinsik again; all the strangers on the street, all the times he'd come back crying only to be called a cheater or worse, all the times he's been beaten and pushed down "because you're mine", every silver tongue that's turned to a vile intrusion against his own. All of them making Jinsik the victim of their own lack of humanity that he's learned to despise.

"Jagiya, it's okay." Sumin's gentle voice drifts past his screaming memories. "You don't have to say every detail, I… I think I get it." He reaches out to Jinsik, stopping just short of his hand. "None of it was your fault, nor does it change how I see you now. You're still the Jinsik I want to spend all my time with from now on." Jinsik sighs. Now's the hard part.

"It was my fault, actually." He puts a hand up before Sumin can protest. "Let me just show you so you'll believe me."

Sumin's favourite pocketknife—his first in a collection that he's been building since he was sixteen, a gift from his father—disappears from his nightstand and flicks open in Jinsik's hand.

"Jagi, what are you—"

Jinsik slices a deep white gouge in his own arm before Sumin can reach him.

"Just watch." Sumin does not just watch, scrambling to Jinsik's side and rushing to cover the wound left behind.

"I'm not going to just watch while you do this! Please jagi, I want to help you through whatever's—" Jinsik's wound knits shut under Sumin's hands; the red river flowing down his arm slowing to a trickle, then a stop. "—been haunting you… What the fuck—"

"I told you, yeobo. Just watch." Jinsik slashes open his other arm this time and places the knife against his throat before this one can even stop bleeding. "I need you to promise me you won't call me an ambulance."

Shellshocked, Sumin can only nod.

"Good boy." Are the last words out of Jinsik's mouth before the knife digs in as far as it will go. The whole blade disappears into his flesh and exits him dripping with red that he takes care not to get on Sumin's sheets. His neck spasms against the gush of blood floating down his throat. There’s nothing he can do to prevent the mess that sprays from his neck then; fine droplets of blood and spit finding their way to Sumin’s sheets and floor.

“Is this going to heal up too?” Sumin asks over the sound of Jinsik’s retching coughs. “Please tell me you’re going to heal from this.”

“I—” Jinsik can hardly get a word out through his chest-ripping coughs. “—I’ll be fine. I just—” There are flecks of blood on Sumin’s hands now too. “—have to show you this—” The edges of his wound grind together unpleasantly as he tries to swallow. “—first so you’ll take—” Stars dance about in his vision as his lungs deplete. “—this next part seriously.”

“There’s a next part?” Sumin’s voice starts to shake around what Jinsik knows is the instinct to gag. It’s commendable that he hasn’t fled yet; Jinsik’s last fling to make it this far had done so while filling him up with lead. He’s patient while waiting for Jinsik’s response, only reaching out for his hand when the lack of oxygen starts to make him sway.

“To put it simply…” Jinsik’s voice is about as smooth as sandpaper when he can finally speak again, heavy under the weight of blood clots that still cling to the inside of his throat. “I’m just irresistible to anyone who looks me in the eye.”

“Is—” Sumin’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. An anxious habit. “—is that why you never look people in the eye? I really did think it was because you’re on the spectrum.” His words are carefully measured; Jinsik can see that he’s trying to make sure his actions are the same, but he can easily see Sumin’s curiosity starting to overtake him now. Nervous fidgeting with his hands has become a too-measured stillness, his body leaning towards Jinsik when he had initially been keeping his distance, his neck craning this way and that to get a proper look at Jinsik’s face. Cute.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I’m still on the spectrum,” Jinsik giggles. A laugh slips past Sumin’s careful composure to signal his guard dropping, and Jinsik rushes to strike.

“I’m also no longer human, yeobo.” He speaks into Sumin’s very soul; the very windows to them open and locked on to Jinsik’s. This always happens; they can never look away once Jinsik makes eye contact. His flesh used to crawl every time in anticipation—dread, really—for what would be to come, but… Sumin doesn’t move. He just melts under Jinsik’s gaze, slack-jawed in his awe. That… Hasn’t happened before. “This has been my curse for a long, long time. Don’t you feel it?”

“I…” Sumin swallows thickly. “... I feel something, alright. I feel you.” His hand twitches against Jinsik’s, as if being manipulated by someone else to grab a hold. Interestingly, he doesn’t. “I want you, Jinsik. I want you so bad it’s starting to hurt.” His body jerks somewhat as he crosses his legs; fast, but not fast enough to hide his arousal straining at the front of his pants. As expected. Oh, please don’t let Jinsik’s faith in him fail now!

“Aren’t you going to take me, then?”

Sumin recoils away from him as if he's been struck.

"What?! No, not after what you've just told me!" Sumin's voice shakes with the effort it takes to keep it steady. His hands do too; digging into the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turn white. "I—you said this is your-your curse, right?" Jinsik nods. "Then everything that happened to you still isn't your fault. You don't mean to—" Sumin swallows roughly. "—to bewitch people like this, right?"

"Most of the time I don't. I really hate it sometimes, but not now." Jinsik leans in closer to Sumin as he speaks. "I mean it right now, Sumin. What are you going to do?"

Sumin is silent for a long, long moment. Jinsik doesn't take his eyes off him for a single second of it; watching his blown-out eyes roam over his body, the hot flush of arousal blooming across his face, the bob of his throat working around words that don't come out.

"Nothing," Sumin finally says. His voice splinters on the word. "I won't be an animal just because you're cursed." Jinsik's bloody hand inches closer to his, so close that anyone else surely would have snapped. Sumin still doesn't move. "I won't touch you unless you—you, not your curse—want me to, jagi."

Jinsik's breath halts in his lungs.

"Yeobo, you're…" A delirious laugh bubbles up his throat. "You're the only person who has ever said that to me." He finally throws away his previous restraint and flings himself into Sumin's arms. As expected, Sumin yelps and tries to scramble away from him.

"I—the first?!" he stammers. "That's just not right, jagi, just because you're cursed doesn't mean other people have the right to—" Jinsik kisses him before he can start rambling. This should be the true point of no return, right? Wrong. Sumin's hands still hover over him without making any contact.

"Thank you, yeobo," Jinsik giggles against Sumin's lips. "I get the idea." Sumin nearly chokes to correct himself only for Jinsik to kiss him again. "I just had to make sure you wouldn't hurt me." Sumin's heart breaks before Jinsik's very eyes.

"Oh, jagi." He pulls Jinsik into a hug so tight that he can feel his heartbeat against him. "I would never. Curse or otherwise, I'll destroy myself before I ever let you be hurt."

Heart melting, Jinsik shakes his head.

"I can recover from being hurt—I'm still alive after everything that's been done to me after all—but you can't. Not like I can."

"Still—"

"Yeobo," Jinsik cuts in before Sumin and his morals can get ahead of himself. "I'm trying to tell you that out of all the pain that I've been put through, I'm ready to give myself to you." He extricates himself from Sumin's arms with a gentle hand and slides up the bed to nestle among his pillows, uncaring of the blood he smears behind him. "Come here." He flips the knife around in his hand and extends it to Sumin. "Take as much as you want from me."

Entranced, Sumin crawls up the bed until he's between Jinsik's legs. Trembling hands take the knife from his hands, fold it back up, and return it to the nightstand.

"I only want what you're willing to give me," he murmurs into the space between them. "I don't need a knife to show you that I love you." It's a lie that Jinsik easily spots in his eyes but one he indulges anyway. If Sumin is going to be this insistent on fighting Jinsik's curse for him, Jinsik might as well let him find his own way through.

"Even if I want it?" Jinsik asks. He keeps his eyes locked on Sumin's to watch his pure soul flail against the madness of Jinsik's curse. His grin grows the more Sumin struggles, only to falter when Sumin wins yet again.

"Do you want it or does your curse want it? I know this isn't something you can control but I don't like being played with, jagi." His gaze drops from Jinsik's eyes to his lips—still wanting but free of the curse's pull—safe territory.

Jinsik hesitates. Now that he's still being denied the pain that he's been bracing himself for, he finds himself disappointed that it won't come. This he knows to be his own heart speaking; the curse only touches his body. His body that has grown to conflate pain with pleasure can only determine whether or not it's experiencing a sensation; his mind is the only thing that can determine if he wants said experience…

He nods.

"I want it. I trust that you'll take me apart to love me after everyone else has done it to control me." Sumin's eyes are fully lucid when they meet Jinsik's again. The relief in them is palpable and tinged with the love that Jinsik has grown used to seeing yet is still surprised to find.

"I'll keep that in mind," he says with a bright smile, and then he's finally—finally—closing the space between them. Jinsik melts under him easily, lapping up his love just as eagerly as Sumin chases the taste of iron from his tongue. Sumin's hands trace the same route that his knife had sliced through Jinsik's arms only to find smooth, unbroken skin; the only evidence of that self-inflicted violence being the blood that now sticks to his fingers.

He leaves red handprints on Jinsik's clothes as he flips them over so Jinsik is nestled in his lap; if he wants to bleed, it'll get on him too. Jinsik smiles against him; it's so cute how Sumin wants to drown in him. He won't let that happen just yet, pulling back to let Sumin breathe.

"Jagi," Sumin growls in complaint. Uncaring of his need to breathe, he continues to kiss Jinsik everywhere he can reach; his cheeks, his jaws, his neck.

"Yeobo," Jinsik whimpers. "Sumin, that hurts." Sumin frowns in confusion until Jinsik's hands bat at his own. His fingertips are red when he finally loosens the grip he didn't know he had on Jinsik's waist, his nails having left crescent-shaped punctures in Jinsik's otherwise unmarred skin. He jerks back at the sight as if he had been burned.

"Oh shit," Sumin hisses. He pushes himself back against the headboard as if he can get away from Jinsik—who's still comfortably seated in his lap—and his own temptation to touch him again. "I'm so sorry jagi, are you—"

"I told you, I trust you." Jinsik cuts him off with a finger to his lips before he can start spiralling. Sumin freezes mid-word, entranced by the coy smile on Jinsik's face. Such a sweet boy, this one; Jinsik finds himself endeared this time around. "I know what you want to do to me, yeobo. Go ahead. I want it too." He punctuates his words by bringing Sumin's hand up to his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked with Sumin's, he traces Sumin's bloody fingertips over his lips. It's as easy as applying his favourite lipstick despite the sharp tang of iron. Sumin's tongue darts out to catch another taste just for the hell of it, and his breath hitches as if Jinsik had punched it out of him. His pupils are blown wide open with nothing but love in their depths. Not a trace of Jinsik's curse, and yet… "Hurt me more, yeobo," he purrs. "Make me feel how much you love me."

Ever obedient, Sumin needs no more direction before he's surging up to kiss Jinsik's blood off his lips. He chases the taste harder than a drug; past being a junkie, he becomes a beast in the way he licks and bites at Jinsik's lip for his blood. Got him.

"So beautiful," Sumin growls in tandem with his nails returning to the wounds he's already made. "My angel. Where are your wings?" Jinsik bites his lip against a giggle as Sumin turns his attention from his lips to his neck. His tongue is hot against his skin, surely able to taste the blood rushing just underneath.

"Me, an angel? You have too much faith in me, yeobo." Jinsik's heart still swells with fondness as he rejects Sumin's praise. It's then that Sumin chooses to bite down, hard and fast. He jerks his head like a beast—both to get his teeth deeper in and to deny Jinsik's denial.

"S'not true," he mutters through his mouth that's quickly overflowing with blood and flesh. "They're right here." His hands snake up Jinsik's shirt along his back. His hands are reverent unlike the savage rip of his teeth and Jinsik feels dizzy; loved and desired, worshiped and desecrated. He can't decide which feeling he likes more. Sumin, the beast, soothes the wound in Jinsik's neck with tender licks and kisses, lapping up his blood like one would savour a particularly sweet honey.

Now it's his hands' turn to deliver the pain; raking down Jinsik's back hard enough to leave lines of red welling up in their wake to stain and stick Jinsik's shirt to his skin. Tears roll down Jinsik's face in tandem with the blood on his back—tears of love, his life as his love that Sumin draws from him with the dig of his teeth or press of his lips.

"Going to dig my wings out of me, yeobo?" Jinsik asks, his voice strained against the rough drag of his shirt against his wounds.

"Mhm. Let me see you." Sumin's voice is slurred from all the blood in his mouth. Drunk on Jinsik's love. Sumin's hands leave him for only a moment; long enough for Jinsik to strip off his blood-soaked shirt and pass him the knife that's been lying neglected on the nightstand. He plunges it into Jinsik's back at the exact moment that Jinsik kisses him again, rough and sharp contrasting soft and tender. Sumin holds him as he chokes on his blood, laps it up from his lips while he shakes and spits up more. Such an eager puppy for any scraps of the death that he can never give him... Jinsik's in love.

Unable to express this in words thanks to the knife that's left and returned for another strike in his other lung, he confesses through more breathless, bloody kisses. Sumin returns them with equal, if not even more intense fervor, having already fallen past love and obsession into insanity.

"M'gonna find your wings," he whispers between kisses. "I'll find them and rip them out. You're my angel, I won't let you fly away to anyone else." True to his word as always, the knife returns to his back over and over again; slicing and splintering bone with every strike. Jinsik's lungs collapse somewhere between the fifth and seventh strike. Black spots that he's too weak to swat away dance in his vision. They interrupt his view of Sumin's pretty face, Jinsik wants to be rid of them.

The knife is replaced by Sumin's searching hands. They search through the mess left behind and splatter Jinsik's ruined skin and their sheets—already soaked by the knife's ravaging—with blood and gore. Jinsik falls limp against Sumin's chest as he fondles his broken ribs from behind, his fingers dipping into the gashes between them as if they were a pussy—a thought that has Jinsik blushing despite everything else that Sumin has already done to him before. He wonders if Sumin could cut one into him, one day.

His train of thought is interrupted by Sumin properly gripping his ribs and pulling. Some pieces are easily ripped from his flesh, some stubbornly cling to the rest of his frame. He at least has the sense to hold on to Sumin to help him, his head jerking back at the sudden resistance. Blood and drool run freely past his parted lips and make a mess of him that Sumin gladly cleans up with his tongue, all while his hands continue to twist and pull at Jinsik's ribs. The agony would be numbing if it wasn't for Jinsik's shot pain receptors, so overloaded that it only registers as white-hot pleasure.

Just as Jinsik is blindly groping for the knife again, Sumin's hands plunge into the holes he's dug into him.

"There you are." Jinsik can barely hear Sumin over the roar of blood in his ears. "Now let's take care of those wings, yeah?" His hands are on Jinsik's lungs before they can fill up with his response—not that they could with all the holes that have been punched through them.

Sumin yanks them out in one smooth motion. They tear against the jagged edge of his still-bleeding bones, a rough, wet dragging of flesh and fluid and organs stopped only by the impact of cartilage against his spine. The pull is cut off with a flash of Sumin's knife.

They're both soaked now, clothes and skin shining in varying shades of red. Jinsik had once associated it with the madness and rage that came with his curse; reviling how humanity chose to assign the dreadful colour to love instead. Now, however, having it pulled from him by Sumin, he understands. He craves more.

Sumin handles Jinsik's "wings" with a surprisingly gentle hand even as they drip blood all over him—then again he's already covered in it. He sets them aside next to his knife; "For later," he says, "I'll eat them once I'm done with you." Then, because he can never resist a joke: "Do you think they'll taste like chicken if I prepare them properly?"

Jinsik would groan if he had the ability. He rolls his eyes so hard they nearly drop into the back of his head instead; a grievance that Sumin rushes to placate. His chest spasms in weak, futile attempts to keep filling lungs that are no longer there, his throat working around nothing while Sumin kisses him through his perpetual death throes. They will never end permanently; only taper off as his corrupted body is forced to heal over and over again as Sumin continues to destroy him. Continues to love him.

"Sorry, sorry." He seals each apology with a kiss, so sweet that Jinsik can only accept. He can feel himself healing at the press of Sumin's lips; flesh knitting itself back together strand by strand to pull cracked bones back into place, nerves and veins zinging as they reconnect and resume their flow. Sumin is oddly patient this time around; his hands only tracing soothing patterns over his skin instead of digging in for more. Then again he's never hurt Jinsik this deeply—never loved Jinsik this deeply before. Perhaps he doesn't want to push. Jinsik's throat jerks in what might be a sigh—still impossible until his lungs have fully grown back—of endearment. Sumin is truly too sweet for him.

"You're so beautiful like this, jagi," Sumin whispers. His eyes are closed while he licks the blood off Jinsik's skin. "Feels so good to know you're mine." Jinsik would whimper if he could. Sumin soothes his needy twitches with another kiss, soft and sweet and full of blood. His touch is gentle on Jinsik's back; feather-light on his newly grown skin. The ridge of broken bone is still visible underneath as it knits back together. Jinsik flinches at the touch. "Sorry," Sumin whispers, his voice tinged with remorse. Funny that he's only apologizing now after all he's done. "How are you feeling?" Jinsik chokes on his answer; words aren't going to be possible for a good while yet.

He raises a blood-drenched hand to Sumin's, turning it around and opening his beloved's fingers to trace a messy red heart on his palm. Just to affirm his green light, he presses a kiss to the corner of Sumin's mouth. He leaves a shining red mark reminiscent of a lipstick stain that curves out of place as Sumin smiles at him. He's still so cute even when covered in his blood and the flush of sex high on his cheeks…

Jinsik spots the exact moment that Sumin’s heart melts; oozing slow and slick all over himself. No doubt this will make him sticky—well, even stickier than he already is—once he's fully ruined Jinsik.

"I love you too."

Jinsik's heart nearly stops for the first time in centuries. Had he really been that obvious? Of all the times he's ever been the first to say he loves someone, this is the only time he's meant it—and he hadn't even said it out loud!

"Please don't be scared, jagi." Sumin's voice breaks him out of his panic. "Let me be good to you, my love." Jinsik melts under his words and his touch. What else can he do when Sumin truly is so good to him? "Are you okay to lie down?" Jinsik nods and lets Sumin push him down to the bed even though his skin has barely healed enough to keep his fractured bones inside him. It's fine, he likes how it hurts.

Sumin is none the wiser, kissing him briefly before moving down to finally free him of the sticky, wet mess that is his pants. Jinsik chokes out a groan as the fabric is pulled—peeled, really—from his skin. He hadn't even noticed how uncomfortable it had been to be stuck in those while Sumin had his way with him.

"Oh, jagi," Sumin coos. "I've made a mess of you, haven't I? Let me clean you up." He's kissing a line down Jinsik's chest to his cock—still hard despite everything—and taking him into his mouth before Jinsik can respond—not like he can, with the blood gurgling up in his throat. He doesn't have the lungs to moan with yet so he only chokes while Sumin takes him down to the hilt; cleans him up with his tongue in that way that never fails to make him cry. He's been crying for a long time; it's a wonder how he hasn't dropped from dehydration yet. Another thing to worry about later, he supposes.

Sumin's teeth sink into his inner thigh hard enough to make him gasp—a proper gasp with air mixed in the blood this time—as if the cruel flick to his weeping cockhead wasn't enough to get his attention.

"Stay with me, jagi. I'm not finished with you yet." he growls. Don't be, Jinsik begs internally; I'm yours forever, keep cutting until there's nothing left, just don't ever finish with me. Don't leave, don't grow bored of me. There's still too much blood built up in Jinsik's throat for him to say it out loud, so he hopes his gurgling whine will suffice. "Good boy," Sumin purrs. He kisses the head where he had flicked him, wet and open-mouthed in time with his hand jacking him off like something out of his most filthy wet dream.

It isn't much longer before Jinsik is making a mess of himself under his beloved's lips; streaks of white joining the red already soaking his face and dripping down into a pretty pink that Sumin eagerly laps up. He's the perfect picture of debauched as he reaches for the knife again, and his voice is thoroughly wrecked when he speaks again: "Once you have your lungs back, I want to ask you something."

He asks about as casually as one would talk about the weather, as if Jinsik isn't lying slit-throat and boneless on his bloodied sheets. He had already been light-headed from the blood gathered in his throat; that combined with his orgasm has him teetering dangerously close to unconsciousness. Not that he would mind if Sumin kept going while he was out, but…

With the last vestige of his strength, he rolls onto his side so the near waterfall of his own blood can drain out of his mouth. It flows past their sheets onto the floor like a tide, cresting and receding in time with his body's weak struggles to keep his airways clear. Sumin just laughs fondly at his pain, too preoccupied with gathering the bloody cum from his face on his fingers and licking it off.

"Go ahead," Jinsik wheezes, about as smoothly as if he had swallowed a shot of acid. There's still an odd bubbling sound to his words, but at least he's properly audible now. "You know that I'd let you do anything to me as long as you still love me, right?"

"I know, and I do. God, I love you, Jinsik." The use of his name rather than the petname—rather generic, still thrilling when it came from Sumin's lips—stings ever so slightly until Sumin crawls up the bloody bed to kiss him. Jinsik would have expected anything other than the tenderness that Sumin presses to his lips. He kisses him like it's their wedding night, Jinsik's delirious brain supplies; and oh, how he would love for that to be reality. He'd wear the most pristine white just so Sumin could tear him apart and permanently dye it red. He faintly registers that he's been doing it to Sumin this entire time; every thrust of his knife has pulled another spray of red to stain the white shirt that he's still wearing. Jinsik's love has nearly drenched him. Is there something he's forgetting?

"Yeobo," he whimpers against Sumin's lips. "Didn't you want to ask me something?"

"Huh?" Sumin slurs. There's a mess of red smudged all over his face when he pulls back; swaying. Drunk on him. "Oh, right. I just…" He takes Jinsik's wrists and pins then above his head with surprising speed. "I wanna claim you, jagi. Can I, can I?" Jinsik spots the knife gleaming above him in Sumin's free hand. Not a threat, just a promise waiting on Jinsik's approval.

"Please."

Sumin plunges the knife down as soon as the word leaves Jinsik's lips. Three times it parts the soft skin of Jinsik's arm, twisting about inside his flesh and between his bones. Twice it penetrates Jinsik's throat, deep enough to make him gag against its sharp edge.

"Mine... You're all mine, jagiya," Sumin purrs between fervent kisses to Jinsik's bleeding neck.

"Yours," Jinsik chokes out through another gush of blood. It runs down his lips and stains his skin in an unending river, his blessing that had once been a curse and is now a blessing again. His embrace tightens around Sumin's back and pulls the wound in his arm wider. More blood pours down his skin and stains Sumin's white shirt; how ironic that his life should touch Sumin like this. His love touches Sumin like this.

"I love you." Sumin's words are punctuated with the final thrust of his knife between Jinsik's ribs and piercing his heart. "I'm keeping you like this forever."

Jinsik comes again with a broken cry. Both Sumin’s words and his knife reach deeper inside him than anything that Jinsik’s past lovers have touched him with and it’s more than he can bear, more than he's ever taken at once. Sumin watches him fall apart with nothing short of wonder.

"Here I was thinking it was hard to come from being penetrated," he mutters under his breath; a joke meant only for himself.

"You—" Jinsik spits out yet another mouthful of blood. "—clearly underestimate me." A devious idea lights up in his head once Sumin's joke registers and he grins up at him, his tongue curling around his teeth. "Want to fuck me with that knife?"

Sumin startles and pulls it halfway out, blood spurting out around it with every bump of its rough handle against his ribs. Jinsik, already trembling from oversensitivity, cries out in pleasure. Light-headed again from blood loss, Jinsik slurs out another joke. "So nice of you to use one with a ridged handle, yeobo. Feels sooo good inside me~"

Sumin thrusts the knife back inside him with an endeared huff.

"You're insane," he sighs over Jinsik's choked moan. "Good thing I am too, I had a similar idea." He pulls the knife all the way out before Jinsik can ask about it, leaving him to bleed while he finally strips off his bloodstained clothes.

Sumin's naked body is truly a sight to behold. He's still decently toned despite being softer than Jinsik from more time spent at an easel than the gym, his strength stemming from a childhood spent playing sports out in the sun. He still casually indulges every time the weather permits him, his clumsy legs and arms easily carrying him through match after match that Jinsik is all too content to watch.

Jinsik lets Sumin manhandle him farther up the bed and prop him against the soaked pillows, woozy from what little blood he has left in him rushing back down to his dick.

"Like what you see, jagi?"

Black spots dance about in Jinsik's already-blurred vision, but he nods anyway. He'll be sure to get on his knees to properly worship Sumin's cock later when he can actually see it.

"That's a relief, I was getting self-conscious after seeing you." Jinsik can only manage a whine in protest. "I know, I know, you want to try and brush me off. Not going to happen, jagi." Sumin's blurry silhouette moves again, likely reaching for the knife. Sure enough, the blood-warmed metal presses against the skin under Jinsik's ribs a moment later. "You can get back at me later, just let me have this for now."

His words are punctuated by a thrust of the knife into Jinsik's skin, beneath and up into the soft flesh under his bones. He pulls it out and turns it perpendicular to its previous angle, driving it in again to widen the wound while Jinsik cries and writhes under him. Jinsik can faintly see his blood staining Sumin's skin with his hazy eyes. His bleeding heart has yet to heal—not that it could with Sumin's fingers working their way inside it. It squirts red halfway to Sumin's elbow, soaking it in blood that he then smears all over his cock. Lubing himself up. Oh, is he going to—

The answer to Jinsik's unspoken question comes with Sumin lining himself up with the dripping hole under his ribs and pushing his way between Jinsik's organs. The pressure against his freshly-regenerated lungs punches a breathless moan from him and he nearly blacks out, kept conscious only by the wave of pleasure that overtakes him. Sumin doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt and Jinsik swears his dick is touching his heart, the intrusion twitching in time with his pounding pulse. While the knife had done a decent enough job at prepping him, his flesh still stretches around Sumin's cock in a way that has Jinsik's head spinning.

"Fuck, jagi," Sumin groans. He knocks his head against the wall, fighting to keep his ragged breath steady. "You're so wet for me. M'not gonna last long like this." Jinsik heart—while physically bleeding—metaphorically soars at the admission. He affects Sumin this much?

"Hurry 'n fuck me then," Jinsik slurs. "Dare you t'come inside."

"You're gonna kill me," Sumin whines, high and wrecked. "You're seriously going to fucking kill me." He starts moving after a moment's hesitation, his hands braced against his headboard for leverage.

He fucks Jinsik slow but deep, each thrust touching his heart and punching a bloody, breathless moan from him. Jinsik's body convulses with every intrusion, each nerve set alight in his overstimulation.

"You feel so good around me," Sumin moans. "Always so good for me." His rhythm starts to grow sloppy as he chases his own pleasure. "Fuck, I love you so much."

Sumin's praise—along with the sensory overload that he's putting Jinsik through—finally tips him over the edge yet again, his neglected cock coming untouched for the second time tonight.

"Sumin—yeobo—please," Jinsik cries, his voice trembling as he shakes through his orgasm. "Use me. Inside."

Sumin's only response is a curse under his breath and a change of pace, fast and hard until there's a wet slapping sound accompanying his thrusts. Something tears inside Jinsik at the same time Sumin stills with a low groan, coming hot and heavy under Jinsik's ribs until it overflows. Jinsik can faintly feel it coating his heart and can't help the delirious smile that spreads across his face. No one else has ever had him this way. No one else ever will.

"I love you," Sumin moans, breathless and shaky. "I love you so fucking much."

Cum and blood gushes from Jinsik's ruined hole in a pink tide when Sumin pulls out of him. He rushes to lap it up, green hair staining red the instant his head rests against Jinsik's chest.

"Love you too," Jinsik sighs. "More than anything."

Sumin kisses him then, soft and sweet and tasting like both of them. Jinsik chases after it, too weak to do much more than suck it off Sumin's tongue while he recovers. His skin grows back together first and seals Sumin's release inside him, safe and warm in his chest.

Realistically he knows his body will reject it eventually, but at least for now he's content with knowing that he has a part of Sumin right next to his heart for the night.

#beyond the path of reason #xikers #sumsik #tomie!jinsik #annual #please do mind the warnings because holy hell #i killed a dove for dinner and it was delicious

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