#the yoga triangle

[yogadaily]

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[sparxaf]

new chapter

Chapter 2 is up!

I wanted to fuss with this more and I could have, but I didn't. I figured it was better to post it a little bit rough than to obsess over it and keep people waiting. This might be progress! ao3 | wattpad Also, thanks to @operationnope for reading my yoga over and making it way more believable. Sorry I'm a neanderthal that hates both stretching and breathing with intention.

[midnightmagiqmusing]

The Story of Us

Watercolor

18”x24”

SOLD (reprints available)

This one took some time to evolve in design…

[lucianstolethedesserts]

Yoga #3

Triangle Pose

[jeffdraws]

Yoga in the twilight

[popculturealchemy]

I want to invent something . feeling fine. . . . to feeling fine. to the formate format not mattering . cheers. . emoji . feeling fine. you know what I mean . . smiely face. . pixels 50shhadesofblack . changingmyname feeling fine.

telling my story.

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asking for help with this.

feeling fine.

getting closer to feeling my voice.

feeling fine.

getting excited to see my therapist.

feeling fine.

Feeling nervois to be excited.

feeling fine.

feeling fine.

.

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perhaps.

feeling fine.

speach

feeling fine.

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speach flaws

"flaws"

feeling fine.

making mistakes.

feeling fine.

having something typed perfectly.

ahsdfad ashfdh ajsdf ajsdfasd.

handg smetnge tedyt pfecley

haeving ssummtng ttiedpd purrrfectcly

having something typed puuurrrfectly

hurting your eyes.

just like that.

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.

feeling fine.

remembering to not delight in imagining punishment to others.

feeling fine.

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admitting that.

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somewhere

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wanting to account for all errors. flaws in train of thought.

practicing.

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feeling like

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observing

more.

periods.

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feeling fine.

feeling like a womans point of view.

feeling fine.

over correcting my text now.

feeling fine.

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. feeling sexit.

sexist.

I'm panicking now.

.

feeling fine.

why am I sow

so off balanced.

feeling fine.

not breathing right.

In

b

publik.

feeling fine.

It being

obcois

you know what imean.

feeling fine.

observing

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feeling fine.

.

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this game.

feeling fine.

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of managing periods.

feeling fine.

macbeth.

hamlet.

feeling fine.

demonstarting.

demon.

strating.

difficulty

typing that.

talking differently.

feeling fine.

mayb e you see the meaning already.

e s ta b lishing t he co rrr eect ad waay too talk.

sllowwwao;isdfh;uasdfoihasdf s

too fast.

people.

feeling fine.

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being around.

horses.

slow ones.

feeling fine.

.

.

.

Influecing.

feeling fine.

speeding.

speed.

feeling afraid.

head pulsd

pulsading.

sex

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.

feeling fine.

not sure if perspec

this coke bottle.

coke.

a sign.

wtf.

feeling paraoid now.

like im surviving.

back

out of writing.

home alone.

scared.

trump.

all the signs.

credit cards.

pizza.

new york.

trump.

pizza.

home alaone.

sabarro

malls.

getting lost.

balls.

colorful ones boucing.

quick music.

resetting the speed.

a new yea.

a new year.

happy new year.

thats basically what. im e trying to say.

feeling fine.

snapping in and out. of memorites.

feeling fine.

feeling fine.

my face feeling flushed.

my reality.

broken.

broken.

temp.

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pemp

temp

prep

trep I mean

trying to slow down.

portmantoe.

speaking to myself now.

to remember later.

maybe I do this out loud.

longer sentences.

how long.

expalin.

.

deep breath.

oh yeah.

blood

feeling fine.

.

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.

I cant breath.

feeling fine.

covid.

feeling fine.

a new speed.

feeling fine.

our true make

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I thought I discovered it today.

my live journal.

saying that word. jan62025

ecplise.

france.

japan

france.

changes.

rings.

patterns.

news.

memecoin

ecclipse.

bringing me back.

pyramids.

sins.

sine waves.

cosine.

z axis. tangent.

equals being an exymoron

oxymore.

.

feeling fine.

stumbline.

feeling fine.

remembering seeing the gymnast.

feeling fine.

falling.

feeeling finie.

the actual bravery.

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.

.

feeling fine.

my frine.

friend.

feeling fine.

the pacing.

feeling fine .

unsure.

feeling fine.

bleeing.

.

.feeling fine.

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.

literally a story goes here.

.

remembering that you might remeber things.

feeling fine.

woah. just mimssed time.

feeling like keanu.

.

feeling fine.

..

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.

remembering the goal.

Infinite.

feeling fine.

a gao.

a gaol.

goal.

wi

mistakes.

worki

words coming out wrong.

being used as a rubrik.

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english being quicksand.

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..

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feeling fine.

knowing not nkowng

feeling fine.

just breathing.

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. feeling fine.

church metaphores.

feeling fine.

expalining pacing.

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.

.

feeling fine.

writing to stab?

myself.

feeling fine.

feeling fine.

not healed.

neither is my reader.

tldr;

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feeling ine.

.

feeling fine.

I'm not feeling fine.

my thoughts.

feeling fine.

Don't line up

feeling fine.

breathing.

feeling scared. bysel

by mysef.

my

feeling fine.

lying here.

lie

to lie.

to say even.

the matrix.

dodging bullets.

noting seeing obscious

obvious signals.

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expalining.

feeling fine.

finding boundaries.

feeling fine.

.

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.

feeling fine.

I haven't been

feeling fine

.

Inversion.

a slowing down.

to remember.

.

.

needing someone.

feeling fine.

not neeting someone.

feeling fine.

.

.

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remembering something.

feeling fine.

establishing

.

feeling fine.

words.

slowly.

feeling fine.

skibbity toiile.

a reference.

feeling fine.

a staking in time.

feeling fine.

a controvercty

feeling fine.

not knowing the spelling of that word.

feeling .

fine.

feeling validated.

I type faster. when I can erase.

feeling. fine.

to feel fine.

that felt really smart.

to feel fine.

to self congradulate.

feeling fine.

to unearth.

feeling fine.

ugly.

feeling fine.

plastic surgery.

.

feeling fine.

ecplise.

feeling fine.

feeling things about myself that other people can't see. expaining things and learning the correct way while also remembering to

just remebered a book to reference.

.

.

rememebering this blind spot.

my reader.

feeling fine.

doctor writing a prescription.

feeling fine.

meaning.

hidden..

In poetry.

feeling fine.

breaking things.

find this.

youre so bad.

Im proving the system. the flaws. branching.

flaws. leading toward. incorrect flaws.

feeling fine.

feeling fine.

to feel fine.

feeling like a lot of these words need peroids.

feeling fine.

thinking at a different speed.

feeling fine.

feeling really fine.

Feelilng excited.

not feeling fine.

the love vs the scared.

vs

a fulcrum

Its right there.

the balanacing of the perspective.

how much have I fucked up today.

feeling fine.

Not even having a job right now.

selling crypto

this being something I want to remeber to actually tell my therapist

this being my note taking voic

talking to my therapist about voices.

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.

.

.

feeling fine.

feeling fine about the format.

feeling fine.

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I'm also planning.

It's never like

feeling fine.

Its.

never.

like.

how.

you.

Imagine.

It.

the inverted space.

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.

our original metaphore.

comoing back to the breath.

speed.

getting it rihgt.

blood pressure.

blood letting .

metaphores.

showing my tattoes.

literally.

here's what I did wan't oops

and what I thought.

one time.

someone close to me being in a very good I. mean not good I mean sorry. I'm whispering now.

I wanted to whisper this to you.

but you were too far away

something about you is glowing.

like a deer in the meadow.

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deer.

the space.

Inverted.

human shape.

the color.

everything.

so off balance.

balance.

calibrating.

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.

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coming back to the breath

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.

a

.

yoga.

.

for.

writing.

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.

this being

.

our game.

pong.

some kind of fucked up.

uggh.

rabit holes.

.

to feel fine.

my mantra.

to feel fine.

.

wanting to start there.

to feel fine.

this ugly blind spot idk.

to feel fine

tldr;

.

to feel fine

a marathon

a way to explain.

.

.

brail

50 shades of black.

some people.

excellent white observerers

this isn't a race metaphor yet.

Ignore that metaphor

to feel fine.

to feel lucid.

In this moment.

to feel fine.

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.

.

wanting the other person.

Hmmm

Im sorry to my therapist.

If you're reading this.

my nerves.

.

.

.

Inside.

maybe.

I might need extra help?

I'm seeing maybe blind.

or not.

blunt.

feeling fine.

.

.

.

the game I forgot.

hitting the ball.

feeling fine.

jump rope.

.

.

.

feeling fine.

a lone time.

feeling fine .

to sit in silence maybe.

feeling fine.

Ugly moements.

like that

remembering my sister.

the pain.

remembering grammar.

feeling fine. knowing we can sprint be we don't have to.

to slow down.

Breaking form.

Getting you to it.,

this tempo.

.

.

feeling fine.

horse metahore.

feeling fine.

way off now.

feeling fine.

waht.

feeling fine.

memecoin.

feeling fine.

.

.

.

where is this going.

Its yoga remember.

feeling fine.

a type of numonic.

gnumonic

looking it up. but mayb

not

being beat up by

.

a literal peg.

click lick.

licking the peg.

pixel.

the blind spot.

our clit.

elongated.

longer.

ron jeremy

breaking time.

the letter fucking j

remembering I felt proud.

of this moment.

feelinf fine.

fine.

donkehy kong

feeling fine.

I beat the game.

feeling fine.

.

.

.

beeing back with. my therapist.

and this helping my pace.

remembering to tell her.

about the triable

triangle.

.

.

.

tldr;

feeling fine.

.

me in church.

feeling fine.

yoga.

feeling fine.

Is it over yet.

feeling fine.

wheel.

no peg.

feeling fine.

not being forced.

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.

.

.

feeling fine.

not wanting to be that person.

the ball gag metaphor

feeling fine.

the first person.

.

.

feeling fine.

not liking it though.

feeling fine.

I care barely breath out of my nose.

feeling fine.

wanting to talk to my therapist.

about solidfing this.

feeling fine.

remembering I want to create symobls for my writing.

to make it faster.

.

.

.

.

feeling fine.

not observing the game.

feeling fine.

forgiing me.

thank you.

feeling fine.

Im not sarcastic.

feeling fine.

this is the closest. I can get.

feeling fine.

right now.

.

.

this pixel.

feeling fine.

choices.

made.

out of fear.

feeling fine.

50 shades of grey.

I mean black.

the oppisote of black.

feeling fine.

Isn't grey.

feeling fine.

Blurred moments.

feeling fine.

Pilesl withing pixels.

remembering to add a meme here.

feeling fine.

being observed.

feeling fine.

thise being a memecoin. my start.

Into space.

.

leaving it here. scared to go back.

my comfy space.

.

.

wanting to leave you

feeling fine.

.

tomorrow.

just period.

somedays.

gaps.

future person.

reading this.

remembering.

flawed mistakes to come back .

a safe moment.

mother.

kneeling .

calling.

feeling fine.

to feel fine.

too dramatic.

Not unique.

you forgot.

I'm testing you.

feeling fine.

tldr;

.

this is the game.

you don't have to keep reading this.

but if you do. things might make sense.

all being shown.

borders being drawn.

later.

alluding or something.

sex.

a lot of it.

tldr;

.

what did he mean by that.

feeling fine.

breathing with me.

feeling fine.

breathing helps sex

better.

.

feeling fine.

this blind spot.

an ecplise.

this moment we'll never get back.

feeling fine.

wasting it.

not feeling fine.

Closing out now.

beaming people in.

that I want.

being open.

feeling fine.

long pause.

feeling fine.

tldr;

.

.

.

realone.

feeling fine

[ghumindiaghum]

Yoga is an ancient discipline introduced by the Sages in India to uplift the state of consciousness in order to live life in peace and harmony within. Meditation is a proven scientific practice to accompany human beings in their everyday life for a balanced state of Body, Mind and Spirit see more at: https://shorturl.at/K2eif

[delhijaipuragratoursblog]

[cameronsprincess]

I’ve been thinking about this for ages. So like what if reader is doing yoga at Tannyhill and Rafe being Sarah’s brother, or readers step brother or anything finds it to be such a turn on and rips readers yoga pants and they go at it in the living room. TYYYYY

OH. MY. GAWD. pleaseeee i’m droooling😣

CW: smut! 18+ only! stepbro!rafe, stepcest, fingering, unprotected piv sex, ass slapping, choking, creampie, praise and degrading.

note: i haven’t done yoga since i was like… younger and played around with it for fun so bare with me😂 i be doing my best with my knowledge and googles help! yoga is barely gone into detail with though but yeah!

masterlists.

Your thighs burned from the position you were in— triangle pose — as the sound of the yoga instructors voice on the tv filled your large living room. This was your favorite past time, doing yoga when no one was home to clear your mind.

“Now we’re going to switch to a downward dog position, slowly, arms up, and bend forward. Good job.”

You followed the instructors commands, slowly getting out of the position you were in and stretching your arms high above your head. You inhaled deeply through your nose, letting it out slowly through your mouth as you bent forward.

The sound of the front door opening momentarily distracted you, but you’d chose to ignore it. Footsteps sounded behind you, but you still kept your focus on the yoga pose, keeping your mind clear even though tension thickened in the air, your mind becoming foggy from the larger than life presence that now stood behind you, watching you.

You knew it was him, he didn’t even need to speak for you to know it was him. Rafe, your stepbrother. His presence always weighed heavy on your back, the feel of his eyes on you making a shudder run down your spine.

“The fuck are you doing?” Rafe asked, his voice strained.

You rolled your eyes, “Yoga.” you deadpanned, as if it was supposed to be obvious, which…you thought it was pretty obvious.

A low hum sounded from where Rafe stood, his eyes still burning into your backside. He drank in the way your body was bent forward, your ass in the air, the black yoga pants you wore hugging at your curves and making Rafe’s dick twitch in his pants.

You’d opened your mouth to ask him why he was still standing there, but the words died on your lips when Rafe’s body was on you. His hands tugged at the tight material of your yoga pants, tugging them down your thighs and baring your wet pussy to him.

He groaned, running a finger through your soaked folds. “Why’re you so wet, sweetheart?”

A soft moan escaped your lips when Rafe slowly pushed a thick finger inside you. “R-Rafe.. We talked about this.. Fuck..”

Rafe gripped your hips, tugging you down and out of the yoga position you’d been in. Your knees hit the ground and you were thankful the soft yoga mat was beneath you right now. Rafe’s free hand ran up the curve of your back, pushing you forward so your face was pressed against the ground. He slowly worked his fingers in and out of you, his words low and strained when he said, “You talked… I pretended to listen.”

His fingers curled inside you, hitting at your g-spot and making you cry out his name, your fingers clenching and unclenching against the ground below you. Your pussy fluttered around Rafe’s fingers, a pressure building low in your stomach as his fingers fucked you near release.

“We… We can’t keep doing this, Rafe.. It’s not— Oh, God..”

Rafe’s free hand slapped at your ass, making you cry out, pussy pulsing and tightening around his fingers. He moved them in and out slowly, teasing you. “You telling me you don’t want my dick inside your sweet cunt right now?”

Your mind was hazy, a lust filled cloud jumbling the thoughts inside your head. Truth was, you always wanted him. The moment your mother told you she’d remarried and that the two of you would be moving to a small island in North Carolina, you weren’t too happy about it. But when you’d arrived to this beautiful, big house and met your new step father and step siblings— more specifically your broody, slightly older stepbrother— you had completely changed your mind, deciding you loved your new life. You knew it wasn’t right for you and Rafe to fuck, but the first time he’d snuck into your bedroom, tempting you, you knew you’d never be able to turn him away.

Rafe’s fingers pulled slowly out of you, the tips of them still inside before he pushed them back inside harshly. His hand made quick work of fucking you, the squelching noises of his fingers fucking into your dripping pussy sent all morals flying out the door. The band was strung tight in your stomach, inner walls pulsing around your stepbrothers fingers as you cried out, “No.. God, no! I need you Rafe, please?”

He let out a low sound of approval, his fingers curling and hitting that sweet spot once more, sending you over the edge. Your legs shook violently as you came undone around Rafe’s fingers, the thick digits never slowing until your body went limp on the ground.

You hear Rafe’s belt buckle clanking as he quickly worked it off, his khakis sliding down his thighs followed by his boxers. He ran the flats of his fingers over your dripping core, coating them in your arousal before he gripped his dick, giving himself slow strokes. He presses his swollen tip against your sopping entrance, a pathetic whimper escaping you when he pushed the tip inside.

“Whining already? I’ve only put the tip in, sweetheart.”

You groan in frustration, wanting to feel his thick cock stretching you, filling you until all you could think of was how good he felt inside you. “Rafe.. Please just fuck me.”

Rafe slides in at an agonizingly slow pace, your pussy dripping and aching as every thick inch pushed inside you. He bottoms out, his swollen tip nudging against that spot inside you that had your toes curling and eyes crossing.

“Always feel so fuckin’ good, baby. So wet and tight. This pussy was made for me.”

Rafe’s hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers burning your skin as they dug into you. His hips start moving at a brutal pace, the top half of your body sliding against the cool tile floors with each thrust. You whimper when Rafe slaps at your ass again, “Such a good little slut for your stepbrother..” Rafe rasps, his hands holding onto your hips tightly again as he slowly slides out, his eyes never leaving where the two of you connected. “So goddamn good. You should see the way your pussy swallows my dick, the grip… It’s so fucking sexy.”

You choke out a moan when he slams his hips forward again. “R-Rafe…”

He slaps your ass again, pounding into you from behind. He runs a hand up the arch of your back again, stopping once he reaches the nape of your neck. His right hand snakes around your throat, squeezing tightly and pulling you up off the ground. Your eyes blur with tears, your hands gripping at the wrist that has a tight grip on your throat. Rafe pulls your back flush against his front, never slowing the pace of his hips as his lips come down to leave hot, sloppy kisses against your cheek and jaw.

He nips at your jawline with his teeth, groaning when your pussy clenches down around his cock. “Fffffuck… Where do you want my cum, baby?”

Your lips part, trying to get the words out but you can’t form a sentence with how hard he’s squeezing at your pulse points, plus your mind is so far gone from the brutal thrusts of his hips you didn’t think you could speak even if he wasn’t choking you.

Rafe loosens his grip on your throat, running his hand up to squeeze at your cheeks. “Answer me… Before I cum in this tight fucking cunt..” His face falls on your shoulder, lips kissing and biting at the skin of your shoulder and neck. He smirks against your skin when you moan loudly, “Unless you want that? Does my dirty little stepsister want her brothers cum inside her pussy?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, breaking skin, the taste of blood filling your mouth as you nod profusely, “Yes! Please, Rafe? Please cum inside me..”

A low growl rumbles in Rafe’s chest, his mouth biting, licking and sucking at your neck as his dick swells. His free hand moves down between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight, sloppy circles on your clit.

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock, then I’ll give you what you want and cum in you. Can you do that?” He asks breathlessly, his fingers rubbing harshly against your clit, working you towards another release.

“Yes… I— Shit, Rafe! ‘M gonna cum…”

Rafe bites down on your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth — that was definitely going to leave a mark — as the pressure builds low in your stomach. Your pussy clamps down around his cock, a strangled whine falling from your lips as you come undone around Rafe’s cock. He’s not far behind you, groaning into your neck as his dick twitches inside you. He pushes in deep one final time, stilling himself as he comes in slow spurts, filling your pussy with his cum.

The two of you are panting, fighting to catch your breath as Rafe slowly slides out of you. He watches as a thick glob of his cum seeps from your pussy, smirking as his fingers quickly catch it, pushing it back inside you. You groan, your legs twitching as he keeps his fingers buried inside you.

Rafe pulls his fingers out, wiping them across your lips while smiling. “Come to my room later tonight, wanna watch you suck my dick again.”

And with a light tap against your ass, he stands, grabbing his discarded boxers, pants and belt off the floor before he disappears, leaving you well fucked and exhausted on the living room floor.

tagging some moots: @quinnsbabygirl @rafesthroatbaby @hauntedfawnn @nemesyaaa @rafesheaven @rafescvntyclubgf @rafesbabygirlx @maybejj @cherrygirlfriend @dementedkittenribbon @kiiyomei @drewsephrry @rafesangelita

[smutoperator]

Masterlist - Series

This is the masterlist for the series. The series will be listed in alphabetical order, the stories inside each series in chronological order and the convention will be as it follows:

Title (protagonist, other idols part of the story)

All in Family

Brotherly Love (Minji, Haerin)

Training My Daughter (Sullyoon, Sana)

Kinkvember 2024

A Horny Hostage (Lisa)

Bad Bunny (Eunha)

Sex Doll (Yeojin)

Out of Her Cage (Chaewon)

Her Sister's Boyfriend (Wonyoung)

Brotherly Love (Minji, Haerin)

Slave Sunbae (Gaeul, Yujin)

Home Run (Momo, Mina)

Legends

Noona's Birthday Gifts (Taeyeon, Karina)

Bad Girl, Good Girl (Suzy, Kazuha)

Wife's Revenge (Krystal, Wonyoung)

Lost in Bermuda Triangle (Yuri, YoonA, Seohyun)

Yoga Classes (Jisoo, Seolhyun)

Twice The Fun

The Men's Show (Sana)

No Rest For The Peach (Momo)

Debut Party (Tzuyu, Dahyun, Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Elkie, Shuhua)

[heartstringsduet]

I see some of you already chose heat so let's give you smutty wednesday too. thanks for tagging me @tellmegoodbye @ironheartwriter

For now he watches as Carlos, stiff-muscled but never ungraceful, sinks down fully naked. He raises his ass up high, his defined arms and legs two sides of a triangle. The feet he trained so long to get them flat on the mat and the valley of his arms make all sides of him perfect lines of a triangle; the strongest of structures.

TK bites his tongue at seeing Carlos softened dick dangle like a pendulum in and out of few between his legs and abdomen. It’s fascinating to see it from this angle. More fascinating to reach out a hand and ghost fingers over Carlos’ bicep and up over the sides. Carlos is ticklish here, so he swoops his fingers lower, over his chest and stomach, before coming back up to the hipbones where he left the slightest of marks with his thumb. He lingers here, before tracing shapes on Carlos’ ass cheek, as he watches his cock fill and stop its gentle swing. Only one direction it can take now.

“I think you should only do yoga naked from now on,” TK murmurs as Carlos body finally starts to tremble. “Or maybe not. I could never continue with my life if you did. I would be hypnotized and stuck on this couch forever.”

OPEN TAG &

@carlossreaders @annoyingcloudearthquake @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @future-tense

@paperstorm @strandnreyes @henrygrass @lightningboltreader @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@lemonlyman-dotcom @theghostofashton @ladytessa74 @freneticfloetry

@liminalmemories21 @emsprovisions @sapphic--kiwi @neverblooms

@welcometololaland @rmd-writes @alrightbuckaroo @decafdino @liminalmemories21

@tellmegoodbye @ironheartwriter @literateowl @reyesstrand

@butchreyes @corsage @honeybee-taskforce @orchidscript

@never-blooms @irispurpurea @everlastingday @theghostofashton

@nisbanisba @bonheur-cafe @certifiedflower @firstprince-history-huh @denizoid

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#Yogatourism is travel with the specific purpose of experiencing some form of #yoga, whether spiritual or postural. The former is a type of spiritual tourism; the latter is related both to spiritual and to wellness #tourism. Yoga tourists often visit ashrams in India to study yoga or to be trained and certified as yoga teachers.

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Kinktober 28

Massage

Pairing: Masseuse!Ari Levinson x f!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, breast/nipple play, clit play/teasing, vaginal fingering, massage, improper use of massage oil lmao (pls read labels before use), voice kink/talking you through it (kinda), fully clothed vs partially clothed, praise kink, praise (good girl), petnames (sweetheart, baby) happy ending 😉, multiple orgasm, squirting

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, copied or fed into an AI machine.

Summary: When you're gifted a massage package by your family to help you relax, you don't realise just how much you need to let go...

word count: 3.1k

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Spas were never really your thing.

Being the resident stress-head of your family, taking time off or just relaxing in general was near-impossible.

So naturally, your family pitched in to get you an exclusive spa trip at the Brass Angel Hotel for your birthday full of luxury packages and facilities for you to enjoy. However, you being you, you were busy fretting about your home, and your job, to fully relax.

Aroma therapy made your head hurt. The free meditation class had you spiralling silently as a woman in hotel branded yoga pants and polo annoyingly dinged a triangle beside her very monotonous instructions. The only thing you had enjoyed so far from the services provided was the mud face mask; until the following morning your skin broke out in a red rash.

You were beginning to think you were allergic to relaxing.

By the third day of your trip, and second dose of antihistamines, you only had one treatment booked at the end of the day; a full body massage. From the booklet you'd been given on the first day, it outlined several massage packages to choose from, from deep tissue to hot stone.

Following the instructions, or moreso the warning, that came with your package; you undressed behind a screen, left clad in only your panties and a white fluffy towel one of the freakishly happy reception staff handed to you. You don't notice that the masseuse has entered until you step out catching you so off guard you yell in surprise.

You clap a hand over your mouth immediately and he holds up his hands in surrender, looking equally as shocked as you. He was tall, almost comically so, with broad shoulders and a muscled frame hidden beneath the periwinkle cotton polo uniform of the spa and a full hickory beard that matched a mane of hair. He was gorgeous.

"I'm so sorry," you gasp. "I didn't know you were there."

"Don't be. Rachel is supposed to tell me when a client is in the room so this exact thing doesn't happen." He sighs and offers you a sheepish grin. "I'm Ari, I'll be you masseuse for today."

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Ari walks you through everywhere he plans to touch from the top of your neck to the tips of your toes. However, it's very difficult to pay attention when Hercules is stood before you, describing in agonisingly seductive detail what he's about to do to you. Somehow, you're beginning to regret not doing the massage first.

"Feeling a little pain is normal but it's good pain."

"Good pain?" You raise an eyebrow at him. "That seems like an oxymoron."

"Depends on who you ask." He says simply that flirtatious grin still plastered on his face. Your face flares red and Ari chuckles. "Look, if it's too much you can tap out at anytime and I'll tone it down."

"Alright." You sigh and Ari makes a sweeping gesture to the massage table. You grip the top of your towel to secure it as you crawl awkwardly onto the table, placing your face into the oval gap.

"I'm going to have to move your towel." Ari says. "May I?"

"Sure." You say a little too nervously for your liking. You barely feel Ari's hands fold the soft towel down your back, your ass barely covered. You breathe out quietly, thankful Ari can't see or hear you.

"I'm going to start at your neck and work my way down, okay?" You can here the shake of a bottle as you give a quiet yes. You still jump when Ari's warm, large hands find placement on either side of your of your neck. However, as soon as his soft, oiled hands begin working at your tense muscles, your eyes flutter closed and you sigh.

"So," Ari says after a few moments, fingers gliding over your shoulder blades. "How has your spa experience been so far?"

Melting into the table, you begin detailing the last two days of your so-called relaxing trip; enjoying every hum of acknowledgement Ari makes as he kneads your flesh on your left shoulder. He was right about it being a good pain and he was damn good with his hands; although, perhaps because he was so deliciously attractive your brain thought his skills were better than they really were. The velvety feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, following the contours of your body had you fighting to focus on talking and not thinking about filthy things. The cherry on top of your spa retreat would be to make a fool of yourself in front of a hot masseuse.

Ari chuckles when you recount your mud mask incident. "You've not had much relaxation then."

"You're telling me." You huff as Ari moves around to your right side, mimicking the movements he had done on the left. "If I hear one more whale song I think I might just go insane."

Ari snorts and you can't help but feel a little triumphant.

"What's it like to work here?" You ask, staring at his shoes. Awfully big.... "Bet you meet all kinds of characters."

"Eh," Ari presses down and pushes his interlaced hands up the right side of your spine. "I'm not here much. It's temp work for me but I agree that the forced relaxation can be a bit...much."

He begins to work at your shoulder and you hum happily as the muscles melt beneath his fingers. But then the pain begins to increase and you frown trying to concentrate on forming your next sentence.

"What do you - oohh - want to do?" You manage to puff out, a gentle moan slipping past your lips until you clamp them shut. The pain doesn't increase but it's barely tolerable and you try to take deep breaths.

"I have a job with a friend of mine. We're going to be-"

Ari's thumb presses against the tightest part of a knot in your shoulder causing you to interrupt him with a loud, breathy curse. Embarrassment rushes you and you immediately begin to apologise.

"Don't apologise." Ari says, continuing to work the knot making you squeak as you fight for your life holding back moans of good-pain pleasure. "Unless you'd like me to stop?"

You contemplate it for a moment but you don't really want to cut your time with Ari short.

"N-no. Keep going." You stammer out, clearing you throat. "Please."

"Sure thing. Remember to tell me if it's too much and you don't need to hold back any...sounds."

Your cheeks burn and you stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together; you know damn well he's smiling.

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Who knew that the soles of your feet also needed massaging? You hadn't.

And by God did it feel fantastic.

Ari's hands worked magic as he made his way around each muscle, lavishing them with precise attention. By the time he'd reached your legs you were jelly on the table, humming and moaning with delight freely in between conversation.

"Okay, now for your thighs." Ari says, his hands running up the backs of your thighs, once, twice before moving back down to the back of your knees. Focusing on the left leg first he begins his kneading process before stopping midway up the thigh when his hand brushes with of your inner thighs and you tense.

"You're gonna have to open them wider for me." His voice is lower than before, quieter, and you hate that you feel a rush of heat at his words when he's just doing his job.

"Um sure." You wiggle your legs not even a millimetre wider and you hear Ari's rumbling chuckle again.

"Wider, sweetheart."

You do as instructed and open them wider, ignoring the sweet pet name on his tongue and how you can feel an already prominent damp patch grow in your panties. You can feel your heart thud against the leather of the table and pray that Ari can't hear it as he works his way upwards to the curve of your ass, barely covered by the towel. His fingers graze the sensitive skin of you inner thigh, tantalisingly close to your aching pussy, when they press down hard making you groan.

Your thigh muscle tingles under his touch, his other hand under the swell of your ass almost holding you steady. The thought of what his hands would be in bed crosses your mind; thick, strong fingers that can expertly draw groans from you should also be able to draw moans just as easily.

You push the thought away quickly whilst Ari works away at you for another ten agonising minutes, while you jump and squeak when he rubs at your inner thighs.

"Alright," Ari says taking a step back from the table. You take this as the cue that you're done and you start to lift your head but Ari continues. "That's your back done. You'll need to turn over."

"Turn over?!" You squeak, feeling the drape of the towel over your back again. You strain your neck to look at Ari who's smiles warmly down at you with a nod.

"You can't get half a massage." He points out and you feel a wave of stupidity flood you for a moment. "But I will need to get to your pecs so um..."

Ari shrugs and clears his throat. "I will be touching the top part of your chest so you'll need to drape the towel or we can forgo them all together."

"Right." You say dumbly and swallow when his blue eyes keep looking at you, waiting for a full answer. "I'll just... drape the towel?"

Sensing your nervousness, Ari holds up his hands in surrender. "How about I start from the bottom this time? Thighs then arms then chest. That way you have plenty of time to decide properly."

"Sounds good to me." You try for a smile and you just about swoon when Ari gives you that cheeky grin back.

"Great. I'll turn around so you can get ready."

"Mmhmm."

You push yourself up, taking a moment to admire the span of Ari's toned back under the company polo as he looks at the wall, before shuffling yourself onto your back carefully and adjusting your towel. Keep your head up so it doesn't fall through the small hole, you notify Ari that you're done. He turns and smiles before plugging the hole with a matching foam piece so you can lie back comfortably once again. You don't jump this time when Ari's warm hands start to work at the topside of your thighs and continue with your easy chit chat.

"Do you get many weirdos asking for massages?" You ask the cieling.

"Plenty." Ari says while drawing tight circles into your supple flesh.

You're thinking about how it'd feel to have those circles drawn on your clit and can't help but feel like one of the weirdos you just asked about.

"Lots of people ask for happy endings." He adds quietly. Your clit twitches and your force yourself to stay still as a flush blossoms up your neck and cheeks.

"O-oh?" You swallow your spit, throat suddenly dry, and lift your head enough to peek at him.

Big mistake.

There's Ari, focused on manipulating the flesh of your thigh, looking gorgeous and when moves to the bottom of the table his eyes flash briefly and he smiles. Your horniness skyrockets. It looks like he's about to crawl between your legs and bury his face between your thighs.

But then he moves around to the next thigh and you try to hide your disappointment by reading the labels of the various lotions and oils advertised for sale on the shelves.

"Women more than men." He says nonchalantly beginning the same process on your other leg.

"I'm actually not all that surprised." You say, eyeing up a vanilla scented lotion.

Ari's hands work in tandem as he looks up to give you another panty-dropping smile. "Really? What makes you say that?"

Because you're hot.

"Uhhh..." You scramble to think of anything answer but the above settling for a flirtatious comment that has you inwardly cringing instead. "Well, you're not half bad with those hands."

Ari's grin widens and he pushes a down on a tightly wound knot and you hiss out a groan. "Not half bad, huh?"

You manage a smile through the ache in your thigh. "Not half bad at all."

The rest of the topside massage is quick. Ari's work on your arms is a lot faster, albeit more painful at your biceps. When he reaches your chest, for the first time throughout your massage you notice he hesitates.

"I'm gonna touch here now." He says quietly, his fingers barely brushing the skin of your chest. Your breathing hitches and your nipples brush against the thick fluffy towel. "Tell me of it gets too much or if you want me to stop."

"Okay." You respond airily as his fingers push down where the hardness of your ribs meets the softness of your breast, kneading small circles into the tissue. You sigh with delight, both hating and loving the sensation he can pull from you.

"Feeling okay?" Ari asks with a smirk, oily drawing patterns across the swell of your breasts. From your laboured breaths your towel has moved down a little and Ari is using that to his advantage, squeezing at your supple flesh. His hands are dangerously close to your nipples and you're sure he knows that he's melted your brain.

"Yeah," you puff out, half lidded. "Feels nice."

"Do you want me to continue?" He's looking at you expectantly, begging you to say yes.

And you do.

"Yes." You murmur, barely recognising your own voice. Ari whips the towel away from you, exposing your panty-clad body to the room and you fight the urge to squeak and throw your arms over yourself. Glancing to Ari with burning cheeks, your heart jackhammers when you see the hungry look he's giving you, his slick hands cupping your breasts as he watches your expression.

"Remember what I said before, sweetheart," He says lowly, groping and squeezing at your tender flesh, letting your breasts slip through his hands, once, twice, thrice.

You're trying to focus on his words but the way your hard nipples brush against his soft, oiled palms, you're practically putty in his hands.

"W-what was that?" You half whimper, swallowing your moans in your throat, and peering up at Ari who's blue eyes dance with desire and warmth.

Although gentle, there's a definite pinch to both of your hardened peaks that make you gasp a moan.

"Don't hold back any of those pretty sounds you want to make," He murmurs, leaning closer over you. "I want to hear them all."

His beard is soft just like you imagined when his lips brush yours, his hands still busy groping and massaging your tits.

"Still feels good, doesn't it?" Ari murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours as he breaks the kiss.

Your chest heaves as you try to suck in a breath. "Mmhmm."

Another pinch, less gentle and a little more reprimanding that makes you groan. The intensity of his stare, the magnetic field surrounding you both since you entered the room finally coming to a head.

"I need to hear your words, princess."

One hand remains on your right tit, pinching and squeezing it gently intermittently, while the other reaches down between your legs to find with your clit over the damp cotton of your panties.

"Y-yes it still feels good. Oh fuck," The instant Ari's finger drags along your bundle of nerves you gasp loudly but it doesn't deter Ari's exploration. He presses down and draws tight circles, grinning devilishly as you writhe at his touch.

"That's right baby, you're doing so well." He praises, hooking your panties to the side and dragging a finger through your arousal, and bring it back to your clit.

It's all too much and all too little all at once. There's so much attention being lavished on your relaxed body that you can't think clearly. Ari's hands work in tandem so expertly that you know your thoughts about him being good in bed earlier were correct. The fact that his voice, both soothing and strained, is showering you with praises as he guides you through your first orgasm of the night.

"That's it, you're doing so well sweetheart. Cum for me, just like that."

You have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from yelling out as Ari's index finger strums against your clit quickly, occasionally slipping between your folds to gather more hot slick before continuing to prolong your pleasure.

"I've got you," Ari says quietly when your hands grip the sides of the massage table hard, your orgasm teetering on that blissful edge. "You can let go for me. You can do that for me can't you beautiful?"

Ari takes advantage of your limp relaxed form to nudge your legs wider, fingers dipping into your soaked cunt and you spasm around them, choking on your breath as Ari rips a second orgasm from you. You push yourself onto your elbows, legs splaying wider still as Ari's fingers find your sweet spot and move against it; massaging like they'd done to the rest of your muscles. Your legs writhe beneath you, the pleather of the table squeaking beneath your grip as yet another orgasm rushes towards you. Ari releases his hand that was focused on your tits, moving it to the back of your neck to support you as his mouth finds yours.

Your mouths move together, Ari's tongue swiping at yours. You're lost in him. You bring your hands to his shoulders, bunching the cotton shirt beneath them as you hold onto him for dear life, his thumb swiping at your clit as he swallows your moans of ecstasy like air. Your walls tighten around his fingers once more and you can only plead his name quietly like a prayer, your brain too lost in lust to form anything coherent.

"Go on, give me one more." Ari urges against your lips, nipping gently at your bottom lip. "I know you want to."

Floodgates release and your legs shudder as you cum hard over Ari's fingers, still pumping as you gush with a whimper. You'd feel more embarrassed if your body didn't feel utterly slack. Euphoric didn't even begin to cover it. Even as Ari's fingers slow and exit your cunt with a wet pop, your boneless body slumps against him as you pant for air. Ari holds you up with ease, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You're lucky you're my last client." He chuckles, his solid cock is visible through his cotton slacks as he grins down at you. "But now that you've had the taster, how about we head to your room for the full package?"

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♥︎ Pairing: best friend!jongho x ghost!chubby!fem!reader, ghost!mingi x ghost!chubby!fem!reader

♥︎ Genre: fluff/angst (sorta)/supernatural au/suggestive

♥︎ Summary: Choi Jongho's apartment has a ghost problem and you're it. For so long you've been his little secret but, after spilling his secret on a drunk night out, he makes things more complicated for himself than he ever could've imagined.

♥︎ Word Count: 2.3k

♥︎ Warnings: You're a ghost, babes. You and Mingi are ghosts. So your life/feelings as a ghost are expressed but nothing super heavy/dark. Light expression of sexual thoughts. Cursing. Mention of other members. Intro to a love triangle. This one's Jongho focused w/ intro to Mingi at the end, & that's all, darling.

♥︎ A/N: Why am I writing multi-part (posting pt 2 this weekend) supernatural fic where you find yourself in a Jongho/Mingi love triangle? Because it's halfway to Halloween. Jk. I did it cause I wanted to and I'd do it again. Mwahahaha.

“A ghost? Like dressed in a white dress floating around your apartment going ‘Booooo’ ghost?” San teases, raising a skeptical eyebrow in Jongho’s direction.

Jongho groans, taking a seat at the polished wooden table at the center of the break room. He should’ve known that running his mouth to Wooyoung after one too many drinks would lead to all of the guys finding out about it. Anything you ever tell Wooyoung goes in one ear and right out of his mouth.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Jongho almost wishes he were a ghost himself. “She doesn’t go ‘Booooo’ and she doesn’t wear a white dress.” 

Seated across from him, feet kicked up on the table, Woo sports a mischievous grin. “So, what does she wear?”

Hongjoong sneaks up behind Woo, wringing his hands on the back of his chair. “Leave him alone” he hisses, popping Woo in the head with a half empty water bottle. Woo flinches, crying out in pain. “You might be the boss but that doesn’t mean you can hit me!” Hongjoong just rolls his eyes, nudging him out of the chair and taking it for himself. “That’s exactly what that means.” 

A thousand thoughts swirl around Jongho’s mind. There’s no way he’s answering that question. But the silence is getting to him. The curious stares of his three best friends dare him to blurt out details they’ll no doubt use to torture him with. “Yoga pants and a t-shirt” Jongho mumbles under his breath, instantly regretting his decision to speak.

Hongjoong squints, leaning in closer, “Did you say…yoga pants and a t-shirt?” San freezes in place, a fork full of salad hovering near lips that curl into a smile as Hongjoong repeats the words. 

His three friends burst into laughter. Especially Woo who can't keep from howling at this new bit of information. Hongjoong tries and fails to supress some of his amusement but the other two couldn’t care less. They’re almost doubled over in disbelief. “Boys, I think he’s finally lost it” Woo says, patting Jongho on the shoulder.

Jongho grabs him by the wrist, squeezing it just enough to make his annoyance be known. “I’m stronger than Hongjoong. If I hit you I’ll break something.” Knowing better than to test him too much, Woo pulls his hand back. “Hey, leave him alone!” San demands, coming to Woo's defense, “It’s not his fault your apartment’s haunted by a phantom yoga instructor.”

Drinking down the rest of his coffee at record speed, Jongho rises from his chair. “Fuck you guys.” He turns to Hongjoong, his stone face plunging the room into silence once more, “I’m taking an early day today.” 

Hongjoong must admit he thought it was a prank when Woo first told him what Jongho had confessed at the bar the night before. The girl who lived in the apartment before him died in it. He only found out after he’d already moved in and weird things began happening. Nothing scary. Just small things like the TV being on when he knew he turned it off. Cups being rearranged in the cabinets. His downstairs neighbor asking him to keep the music down in the afternoon when he knew for a fact he hadn’t been home all day. It was weeks before he actually saw her and he was sure he’d, as Woo so eloquently put it, “lost it”.

The ghost...the girl...she was nothing like the ones he’d seen in horror movies or heard about in scary stories growing up. In most ways she was like any other girl. She wasn’t transparent, she definitely didn’t go “Boo”, and she had no intentions of freaking him out. At least not any more than she already had.

She just couldn’t pass on and she didn’t know why. So they struck up a deal. If she helped around the house and kept the music down he wouldn’t try to get rid of her. A part of him enjoyed the company of his new ghostly friend. She was gentler than a lot of the guys he hung with. Easier to open up around too. A perk he’d only come to appreciate in this moment was that she couldn’t run her mouth either. 

Feeling a tinge of guilt wash over him, Hongjoong shoots the other two an icy glare that tells them to give Jongho a break…or else. “Look, we’re sorry. Really” Hongjoong apologizes, “You’re just not the type of person to believe in these things. I mean, come on. A ghost?”

“Ooh, ghosts? I see Halloween came early” Yunho sings, strolling into the break room. Sensing the tension, Yunho goes straight to the refridgerator to grab his lunch. He tosses it into the microwave, the beeping of the few buttons he hits the only sound filling the room. He turns to the others, arms folded across his chest. “Is anyone gonna tell me what’s going on or…”

All eyes are on Jongho who refuses to meet anyone’s gaze. “I’m not saying it again” he says defiantly, heading for the door. “Jongho’s house is haunted” San spills out, his mouth now full of food. “By a yoga instructor” Woo tags onto the end. Jongho glances over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around the doorknob. “She isn’t a yoga instructor!” Anger boils up inside of him again as he prepares for yet another person to laugh at him. It never happens, instead Yunho seems almost happy.

“Wait, you guys are serious aren’t you?” Yunho asks, secretly praying that this isn’t some sort of joke. Jongho sighs, relieved that at least someone isn’t set on being an asshole today. “They aren’t lying. My apartment’s haunted…or whatever.” Yunho’s eyes light up in a way that makes Jongho instantly uncomfortable. He’s never looked at him this way before and he never wants him to again.

Before Jongho can resist, Yunho’s long arms are wrapped around him as he squeals with joy. “This is amazing. Can I come over later?”

“What? No!”

“Come on, don’t be grumpy my little teddy bear” Yunho pouts, “I swear on my life you won’t regret it.”

Jongho drops his head and closes his eyes. Maybe if he wishes really hard Yunho will go away. “I won’t regret it because you aren’t coming over” he says through gritted teeth.

Never one to be defeated, Yunho decides to pull out the big guns. “Let me come over or I’ll hug you every time I see you for the next month!” Threatening any of the other guys was easy. Jongho could do it in his sleep. But Yunho? That’s a different beast entirely. It doesn’t matter what Jongho says or does. If Yunho wants a hug he’s coming in for one. He’s relentless and Jongho knows it. There is no other option. 

“Shit…fine” Jongho relents, “You can come over but don’t make it a thing.” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Yunho cheers, “You won’t regret this. I swear to you.” Jongho moves to break free of Yunho’s loving embrace when the break room door opens once more.

Yeosang stands in the doorway taking in the current scene being played out before him. He clears his throat, forcing a smile. “Uh, hmm. Right. Should I come back later? You seem…” His gaze trails up and down Jongho’s body, “Busy.”

“Aah! I hate it here!” Jongho whines, storming out of the break room. Hongjoong jumps to his feet, peeking his head out after him. “We love you too!” 

“Mmm, this smells wonderful” you hum, eyes closed as you inhale the aroma rising from the pots on the stove. It takes some time to pinpoint each scent. Roasted chilies, garlic, wine, braised pork. Sometimes if you picture it in your mind, remembering the times you’ve had it before, you can almost taste it again. How long has it been since you really tasted something? You push the thought to the back of your mind. It’s best not to think that way.

“No drooling in the food please” Jongho teases, sliding in beside you to switch a burner off. You poke him in the side, making him jump a bit. “I’ll have you know I can’t drool!”

“I’ve seen you sleeping. You can drool. It’s like ectoplasm or something.”

"Ectoplasam? You're banned from watching Ghostbusters ever again" you say, easing yourself up onto the counter.

Laying back on the smooth marble, you stare up at the new overhead light Jongho had installed after he moved in. It’s black at the center with long, illuminated arms outstretched like sunbeams. How long has it been since you saw the sun? Not through a window or on the TV but outside. Outside? What a silly thought. There is no outside. At least not for you. Not anymore. 

Shifting your focus to something less depressing, you decide to do one of your favorite things. Watch Jongho cook. Watching him do anything is entertainment enough for you if you’re being honest. Especially tonight when his clothes perfectly accentuate the shape of his body. You dare not lay eyes on him in the shower but you imagine it’d be quite the sight to see.

“Picturing me naked again…” Jongho accuses, turning around to playfully pinch your belly. Rather, pinch where it would be. His hand goes straight through you, it can’t be helped, but it tickles for both of you. “Get your head out of the gutter and your hand out of my small intestine Choi Jongho” you giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Sorry” he apologizes, turning back to the stove, “Pretty sure it was your appendix though.” 

Classic Jongho. Always intent on getting the last word. You’ve never met someone who spoke so little but had so much to say all at the same time. In the years since this apartment became your permanent residence a few other people have come and gone. The girl with the dog that never stopped barking and the guy whose girlfriend smelled like raw onions.

Unfortunately, death hadn’t dulled your sense of hearing or smell so when it all became too unbearable you chased them off. Sent a few dishes flying off the shelves, made the microwave explode, put all of the furniture on the ceiling. They never made it a month before running away.

This one, though, you never imagined chasing off. He has the cutest pet turtle that doesn’t bark at all. No stinky girlfriend to speak of and his cologne certainly adds a sweet smell to the apartment. And he can see you. More than that, he wants to. 

As Jongho grabs some plates from the cabinet you notice that he’s only grabbed two. Typically he’d throw one in for you too even though you technically can’t eat it. Why would he want his best friend to see that he sets a place for his pet ghost? The instant the answer to that question dawns on you, a knock at the door sends you into a frenzy. This is it. It’s happening.

You zoom into the hallway where a full body mirror hangs on the outside of a closet door. Twirling around you smooth over your clothing, inspect the subtle gloss on your lips. “How do I look?” you ask, reentering the living room with your fingers toiling away at your hair. Jongho watches you for a moment. You’re so clueless sometimes that it’s adorable.

“You look how you always look.”

“Which is…”

“Pretty. Perfect. Beautiful. Life changing” he rambles, showering you with the compliments you were fishing for. Not that he doesn’t mean them.

You hop on the couch, sitting on your knees like an overexcited puppy. “Thank you! You can open it now!” Knowing he has to move quickly before he changes his mind, Jongho braces himself for the worst and opens the door. 

“Okay, where is she?” Yunho asks, pushing his way through the partially open door. Scurrying over from the couch, you follow behind the tall man. Jongho rarely has anyone over and when he does naturally it’s to see him. It’s difficult to contain your excitement about having a visitor of your own.

“It’s nice to see you too” Jongho says, dripping sarcasm. “Ghostly beauty, reveal yourself!” Yunho calls out to the empty space around him. “He’s funny” you laugh, inspecting his rather impressive dinner attire, “I like him.” Jongho rakes his fingers through his hair, sure he’s lost a few strands from stress. “Yeah, that makes one of us.” 

“You’re making this weird” a deep voice sounds from behind you. The voice is different from others you’ve heard in recent memory. Up until now every voice has seemed to come from a distance. The ones you’ve grown familiar with, like Jongho’s or the ones on your favorite shows, feel closer than others. None of them come close to this one. The clarity is entracing and, without a thought, you’re hunting for the source of the sound.

Trailing in behind Yunho you see another tall man, every visible inch of his skin covered in artfully executed tattoos. In a knit sweater and a pair of jeans, his clothing is far less formal than Yunho’s. He wears black circle rimmed glasses that compliment the sharpness of his nose. As you approach, you see your reflection in them and are almost embarrassed by how hypnotized you appear. Thank god he can’t see you. 

“Who is this?” you ask Jongho, without glancing back. A puzzled Jongho locks the door, unsure what to make of your stranger than usual behavior. “That’s Yunho, I told you…”

“No,” you interrupt, “This one. Who’s this one?”

Your question does something to the nameless man standing before you. It’s as if the world has come crashing down around him. He’s flooded with every emotion he’s ever known of, some he didn’t know he could feel. “Mingi” he speaks to you and only you. Mingi closes the space between you, stars shining in his eyes. He can see you.

Yunho gasps, hands thrown over his mouth, "Holy shit, she can see him too..."

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Writing Notes: Yoga Positions

BOAT

Sitting on floor with knees bent, extend legs out at a 45-degree angle to the floor so that body forms a “V” shape.

Arms should be parallel to the ground.

BRIDGE

Lying on back with knees bent and feet flat on floor, raise pelvis off floor.

Arch back, keeping shoulders pressed to the ground.

CAMEL

While kneeling, arch back and bend head back toward feet.

Hold heels with hands and exhale while in movement.

CAT-COW

On hands and knees, arch back and inhale, looking at ceiling.

On exhale, round back and drop head down.

CHILD

Kneeling with arms to the side, roll torso to floor.

Rest forehead on the ground.

COBRA

Stretched out on floor with stomach down, align elbows beneath shoulders and raise torso up.

Arms should straighten with hands flat on floor.

CORPSE

Lie on back with feet and arms outstretched.

Breathe deeply.

DOWNWARD DOG

From hands and knees, form an inverted “V” by straightening legs and pressing hands and heels to floor.

Exhale while in movement.

LOCUST

Lying on stomach with hands at sides, squeeze buttocks and lift legs up off the ground.

Simultaneously lift head, chest, and arms.

MOUNTAIN

Standing with feet together, inhale while raising arms straight above the head and clasp hands together.

Exhale while lowering arms.

SPINAL TWIST

Sitting with right foot crossed over left leg, grasp right leg with left arm and twist to the right.

Repeat on other side.

TREE

While standing, place one foot on the inside of the opposite thigh.

Place hands in prayer position in front of chest, and then extend toward ceiling.

TRIANGLE

Standing with legs slightly wider than hip width, turn one foot out.

Reach for that foot, extending opposite arm toward ceiling.

WARRIOR I

Raise arms over head with palms together.

Lunge forward with one foot, keeping thigh parallel to the ground.

WARRIOR II

From Warrior I, rotate back foot so that it is perpendicular with front heel and extend arms straight out to sides.

Look out over front hand.

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