#until the end and then a little more ( hyuk — verse one. )

[ofgentleresolve]

main verse hyurick: HAD THEIR FIRST KISS

black knight! hyurick: he called him a knob

[clemencetaught]

ferre makes aesthetics ( 4/??? ): verse one ( the sunset ➜ lee hyuk )

"he was like a sunset- warm, constant, and despite what he thought of himself, so very much ALIVE."

( photos & character does not belong to me. credit for the portrayal of lee hyuk goes to alex @jeoseungsaja! )

[ofgentleresolve-a]

a dream that patrick has a lot regardless of the verse: falling asleep in between his sweetheart and his best friend while they’re at the beach. and then waking up to their voices and kind faces. it’s a dream he has a lot....he considers it a good dream ( and one that makes him melancholic too bc it’ll never happen in this lifetime ) 🥲

[kimsgoeun]

muses and fcs i wanna use. lmk if you’re interested! 

fcs i wanna use

adeline rudolph

aisha dee

aldis hodge

amanda seyfried

anna diop

antonia thomas

ashley madekwe

brenda song

choi sooyoung

hwang in-yeop

jamie chung

jessica henwick

ji chang wook

john kim

jurnee smollett

kang han na

kang tae oh

kim do yeon

kim tae ri

krysten ritter

lana condor

lee da hee

lee do-hyun

lee pace

lee sun bin

lupita nyong’o

melissa o’neil

mena massoud

michael trevino

ni ni

okamoto tao

park bo young

park so dam

park yoo na

quintessa swindell

rachel hilson

rahul kohli

raymond ablack

rebecca ferguson

samara weaving

song kang

tahirah sharif

timothy olyphant

van veronica ngo

yoo in na

yoon so hee

muses i wanna use (some are more written out than others due to newness lol - down for other plots not listed)

-alisha murphy; 38; fc: billie piper

general practitioner at a small town practice; sweet; married to her job and will drop everything to help someone; surrounds her office/home with different plants; doesn’t really have time for romance but loves love; gives all the advice and never takes her own

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-charlotte kwan; 30; fc: jung eun-chae

medical resident; sarcastic/dry humor; straightforward; will stand up for herself and others; slightly competitive; has a good work-life balance

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3 

-chester “chess” mao; 52; fc: lucy liu

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (shapeshifter and/or immortal being)

oddball; works random jobs to have some cash but otherwise lives comfortably (by her standards); likes to help strangers and people in a bind; observant; likes to travel to random/obscure places; isn’t very serious; can sometimes talk in circles rather than getting to the point; loves cats; can be petty when provoked

inspo: phoebe buffay (friends), nick miller (new girl)

plot idea: 1, 2, 3, 4

-cordelia lee; 38; fc: song ji hyo* (alt. park bo young)

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (vampire or magical abilities)

astronomer; lived against her family’s expectations; fell in love at a young age but lost them to unfortunate circumstances; mostly a “spinster” due to it; finds comfort in the nighttime; goes camping; soft

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-evelyn wan; 31; fc: go bo-gyeol

interior designer; usually on the quieter side unless she’s talking about her work; type of person to be in love with their best friend and never say anything; homebody; also doesn’t sleep because she overworks herself

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-harmony rosales; 26; fc: cierra ramirez

got married too young and is now going through a horrible divorce; ex is an asshole; loves loves, so super sad about her marriage failing; also a marriage counselor; cares about everyone and everything; comes off sophisticated, but is a mess; likes to surround herself with pretty things

plot ideas: 1, 2

-isabelle wollf; 51; fc: rachel weisz

professor of biology and drama; lives in santa cruz; science nerd; goes to play, concerts, and art galleries; comes from money but doesn’t seem like it; disorganized teacher; tends to go on tangents when lecturing/speaking; was in one serious relationship set up by their families

plot ideas: 1, 2

-katharine goodwin; 42; fc: rosamund pike

money launderer; conwoman; pretend heiress essentially; likes to live lavishly; manipulative; will be cold/curt if she doesn’t know them/doesn’t like them; fiercely loyal to people she cares about; willing to get her hands dirty, but prefers not to; doesn’t have family ties

inspo: rio (good girls), mazikeen (lucifer), emily thorne (revenge)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-kayla driscoll; 41; fc: rose byrne

art curator; moved away from her family in australia for her job; paints in her free time; middle child of two sisters; makes bad choices when she’s interested in someone; ignores red flags all the time; always gives people the benefit of the doubt; constantly gives people a second chance

plot ideas: 1, 2

-kim joo won; 31; fc: choi sooyoung

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (fallen angel or immortal being)

enjoys antagonizing people; flirty; doesn’t think about boundaries most of the time; likes having stupid fun; has a difficult time opening up emotionally to others; collects art, clothes, and jewelry; made her money through investments and owning property

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-lucinda “lucy” dyer; 46; fc: amy adams

bad at communication; uses physical intimacy as a distraction; black sheep/ostracized from her family; works at a book store; passed law school/exam but decided against her career; smokes and drinks a little too much; witty; comes off standoffish; pretends to not care; lonely; doesn’t know how to ask for help

inspo: fiona gallagher (shamless), camille preaker (sharp objects), jessica jones (jessica jones)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-marlow mao; 40; fc: elodie yung

family made their wealth through shady means; sold out her father’s criminal activity and had to “runaway” essentially; artist; sells her work under a pseudonym; lives in one of those rich, beach towns; personable but private; doesn’t let people know about her past; worried/concerned about her family/her father’s connection’s finding her

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-natasha chung; 29; fc: shin se-kyung

event planner for upscale events; temperamental; difficult in relationships (trust issues, jealously, not emotionally available enough, indecisive); doesn’t necessarily trust people in general because her social status/family wealth; can be a tad immature at times personally; badass at work; high-end taste

plot ideas: 1, 2

-quentin dae; 25; fc: nam joo hyuk* (alt. lee young hwa, lee do-hyun)

actual nice guy; carpentry and repairs are his thing; very much a quiet nerd growing up; looks like he has it together, but does not; will highkey freak out and worry during inconveniences; rarely crushes on people and tends to like the same person for long periods of times; is very bad at flirting

plot ideas: 1, 2

-rosaline perkins; 29; fc: elizabeth lail 

architect at a big international firm; moved to paris for a job; found out she was pregnant after a one night stand; didn’t bother finding the bio dad before the move; decided with family support to keep her baby; can either be working in paris or has moved back to wherever else

plot ideas: 1, 2

-sun hee “sunny” park; 29; fc: lee sung-kyung

script supervisor; had a childhood best friend (and crush) that moved away without warning; feels like she’s surrounded by idiots a majority of the time; loves her job but hates it for dealing with people; has worked in the industry for nearly 10 years; super organized; slight control freak; social interactions exhaust her

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

-tara hwan; 49; fc: sandra oh

baker; owns a bakery shop in the city; very confident in herself and her abilities; comes across scary but is surprisingly sweet; likes to end her day with a glass of wine and trash tv; constantly thinking of new baking ideas/designs; doesn’t put up with rudeness or entitled people

plot ideas: 1, 2

-tinsley porters; 28; fc: jodie comer* (alt. adelaide kane, chloe bridges)

doesn’t stick to a job more than a year; like adventure/traveling; gets restless easily; immature at times; child at heart; can be reckless; believes in soulmates; follows treat others the way they’re treating you; avoids problems and serious situations/conversations; orphaned at 3 years old; believer in found families

inspo: peter pan (peter pan)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-winona renwick; 30; fc: poppy drayton* (alt. jenna coleman, amber stevens)

aspiring chef; spent a majority of her time taking care of her father (widowed and an alcoholic) when her mom passed away; lost her mom in her early teenage years; decided to move away for college to live her own life; worked 3 jobs until she found a steady income after graduating; doesn’t know how to do healthy relationships due to her dad; doesn’t want to have to rely on anyone for help or be a burden; passionate when it comes to cooking

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3 

[clemencetaught]

hyuk-ah. ➜ Another birthday, another year in passing.

Similar to last year, this one he nearly forgets about too. It’s all too easy, isn’t it? With the semester in full swing, it becomes easier to measure the days not by a calendar but by deadlines. Or meetings. Patrick can’t decide which one is worse.

( On one hand, grading assignments can feel more than a bit like the guillotine blade glistening over his neck. Reading his students’ writing, watching the trajectory of their growth is a delight…but after reading the same kind of answer for the same question about sixteen times in a row, the delight becomes quite…stale to say the least.

On the other hand, however- Ratliff. And these meetings where most of what is discuss could have easily been an email. It’s in these moments Patrick wishes his dear friend could be in proximity. Sure Patrick shouldn’t engage in gossip, but Hyuk’s comments wouldn’t even be understood by anyone else. They certainly would help with passing the time in these cases. )

Which is why, it is, again, a pleasant surprise when he wakes to the smell of earl grey and clementines and pancakes. Elise mentions he must be feeling really old if he’s forgetting his own birthday. And Hiro scolds him because how could he forget his own birthday when he remembers everyone else’s?

Of course, he doesn’t get much time, this time around at work to dwell on the occasion. Between classes, there are meetings to attend and office hours to host. For some reason, there are more students trickling into his office although he only has himself to blame for that one. He’s the one who assigned the midterm paper for next week. Time management is never quite a skill uni students master, is it?

Either way, all that means is by the time he actually gets the chance to sit down, his formal work day is already over and when was the last time he ate again? Breakfast seems like a long time ago at this point.

That, and he hasn’t gotten the chance to look at his phone all day and see Hyuk’s text message that was sent ten minutes ago.

Which asks Patrick to meet him at the London Bridge in the next half hour. Patrick glances up at the clock before it occurs to him that he needs to reread that text. 

The London Bridge, which is a forty minute trip by the tube. The London Bridge which they both used to frequent as university students. The London Bridge, which means Hyuk is forty minutes away.

Not in Seoul.

Springing into action, Patrick pulls on his coat. Nevermind packing up for the day ( Elise and Hiro are oddly tonight too- did Hyuk plan this? ), if his dear friend is in the vicinity, then what else is Patrick supposed to do but go to him? As he makes his way to the nearest tube station, he texts his dear friend back to…scold him? Hyuk already made the trip over in the previous month, one that was planned beforehand- it makes no sense for him to return this month spontaneously. This, Patrick doesn’t necessarily say through text, but what he does say is something along the lines of ‘a phone call would have been more than enough’ or ‘how much did you spend on this flight, ah, I’ll have to pay you back’. But then again, Patrick probably should’ve seen this coming- Hyuk made an impromptu visit last year for Patrick’s birthday so why would it be any different this time around?

( Well, a lot has CHANGED over the course of this past year, hasn’t it? Especially between them. Patrick knows it. Hyuk knows it. They both know the other is aware of it too- you’d think they would’ve had a conversation about it at this point, especially considering…the events of last month. )

Either way, the sight of the London Bridge pulls up far too late for Patrick’s liking. As he reaches one end, he sets about finding his dear friend, who has asked him to meet him here. His dear friend, who knows better than anyone else, if not for him, Patrick most likely would have not done anything for his birthday because if there are people who need him, that’s where his time is going first. 

His dear friend, whom Patrick finds waiting at their spot on the bridge. 

“Hyuk-” Patrick doesn’t get the chance to finish that thought because one moment, his dear friend is hurrying over to him and in the next, he’s throwing his arms around Patrick and suddenly, there’s the smell of Hyuk’s shampoo in his nose, the strands of Hyuk’s hair brushing against his face, and a pair of chilled, but steady hands pressing against the back of his coat. Patrick stumbles back a step, confused. Did something happen? His dear friend, while possessing a temper as volatile as boiling water, is not one for emotional outbursts of the vulnerable kind. 

( He’s going to ignore the fact that he, too, however, has also pulled off a similar kind of hug, back when they took that vacation to Jeju Island. )

Nevertheless, he hugs his dear friend back, rubbing circles into Hyuk’s coat. He’s here. His heart skips a beat.  He’s really here.

Sheepishly though, Patrick chuckles. Ah, yes, what more could he have expected from Hyuk than brusque care disguised as nagging? He ignores the growl his stomach makes ( and hopefully one that Hyuk did not hear despite being in close proximity ) for smiling giddily back at his dear friend, who looks…softer. It must be because they’re by the water, he rationalizes.

“Nonsense, I had a few biscuits before coming here.” Or so he says rather half-heartedly, but still playful. It’s a half lie in that yes, he did have a biscuit…but not a few- just one. That’s still not nearly enough to go on for a full working day. Hyuk knows he’s lying though, but isn’t that part of just who they are? Patrick gives cryptic lines and half lies and Hyuk responds in clipped words.   

Although he’s not nearly as brisk this time around is he? For perhaps one of the few times in Patrick’s life, he’s witnessing his dear friend well…rambling, clumsily stringing word after word together. Corner of his eyes still crinkling, Patrick can’t help but tilt his head for better comprehension and a better look at his dear friend ( although make no mistake, Hyuk will always look…handsome from any angle )- only for him to realize exactly why Hyuk has asked him to meet here of all places.  

Deja vu settles over him like dust- heavens, when was the last time they’ve been here? It must have been ages- they couldn’t have been much older than Hiro, when they would pass the evening watching the water among the warm lights of the bridge. 

Does Hyuk remember those days? Back when Patrick would drag him to a ‘friend-of-a-friend’s’ house party in an attempt to ‘be more social’ only to ditch half-way through for one reason or another? And because it was too noisy back there, they would spend the rest of the evening by the water instead? Does Hyuk remember those conversations from back then? Of when they would talk about home and books and SHIN*ee and everything and more?

“Oh, you didn’t have to, Hyuk; you being here is already more than enough-” Not that that would’ve persuaded Hyuk otherwise. Had the situation been reversed, Patrick probably would have done the same- a birthday means a gift has to be given. And there’s nothing that is ‘too much’ when it comes to his dear friend because Hyuk is someone worth making the trip for. Someone worth buying a present for. Still, gloved fingers brushing over Hyuk’s own for a moment, Patrick takes the box and studies the wrapping. He raises a brow. 

“Fit me right?” He repeats, puzzled. “You didn’t get me a suit, now did you?” Nevertheless, meticulously, he unwraps the box, carefully not to rip the paper at the folds. Once the box is free of the wrapping, Patrick hands the box back to Hyuk to hold before wrapping the paper into a square to tuck into his pocket. And only then does Patrick lift the lid.

“Oh!”  Eyes glimmer under the warm lights of the bridge. They’re not just any set of cufflinks, Hyuk has gotten him- no these are Rubik Cube themed cuff links, even complete with a rotating mechanism should Patrick ever want to use them the way actual Rubik Cubes are used. He lifts them from the box as the corner of his eyes crinkles, the pupils themselves bright. “They’re beautiful, Hyuk-ah, where did you get these? Ah, they must have cost a fortune.”

Not that that would have persuaded Hyuk otherwise, Patrick would think. “Ah, there’s no need to right now, Hyuk-” Nevertheless, his breath stutters as Hyuk takes a hold of his wrist. This shouldn’t feel like anything new; Hyuk has helped Patrick with buttoning his cuffs many times before, even if it leaves the both of them incredibly flustered. And yet this time, Patrick can’t take his eyes off of Hyuk’s fingers brushing over his wrist as he fastens the cuff links in. He’s thinking of doing something, isn’t he? What is he planning? The anticipation leaves Patrick dizzy with both restlessness and anxiety before Hyuk leans in and-

Lips press against Patrick’s wrist. Oh. The line of thought suddenly vanishes and his heart beats louder. Oh.

A kiss on the wrist- an act perhaps in this day and age considered not nearly as explicit and passionate as one on say, the lips. But they’ve never been one for forthrightness in this realm, have they? Hyuk, at least, isn’t. 

Hyuk looks up again and says something, to which Patrick can only nod at in a daze. Yes, the cufflinks do fit well, but suddenly they’re the last thing on Patrick’s mind because now all he’s thinking about is the lingering warmth of smooth lips pressed against his skin and how wonderful it would be to feel those lips again, on his wrist and maybe even his own lips too.

And then, suddenly, Patrick’s other hand is held up before Hyuk kisses that one too and god, how Patrick would really like a repeat of that…and maybe of January’s happenings too. Alas, it would probably be useful too for Patrick to remember how to speak…especially if Hyuk is talking about giving one other gift-

( Patrick would argue Hyuk has already given him not one, but THREE unforgettable presents. How much more does he have in mind? )

Cheek hot as Hyuk’s hands climb from his wrist to his shoulders and Patrick, well, responds in kind and pulls his dear friend in a step closer so they’re flush against each other. The February chill doesn’t feel nearly as biting as before as he watches his dear friend, wanting to capture each and every moment in a bottle. From the warmth of his hands to that shy side smile Patrick has come to recognize and know so well.

Patrick mirrors him though, beaming at him with a shy smile of his own. Leaning into the hand cradling his cheek, he presses a kiss against his dear friend’s- no Hyuk’s something more at this point now- his beloved’s palm.

“Thank you Hyuk-ah. I think you’ve given me one of my favorite birthdays yet.”

A ball of fog expands into the air after a trembling breath takes place; long fingers of one hand latched onto tubes painted aquamarine. The other hand is busy fiddling with what rests in his breast pocket, making sure, for the nth time, that the small box is still there, ever so present to the point that it's left a temporal dent on the fabric of his shirt. Teeth bite on his bottom lip --- once, twice; enough to leave an edge of mouth with a small peel which represents nervousness.

He doesn't even remember the last time he was with these many knots in his stomach; a collection of butterflies and twists alike, finding a home in the ever so chaotic depths of the detective. Hyuk takes another deep breath; grabbing his cellphone and glancing at the last text message received from his dear friend ('I'll be there').

It hasn't even been that long since the last time they saw each other; his brain still replaying that last meeting at the beach, when the calendar marked his birthday and his best friend etched a new feeling into his heart. It was brief but undeniably dulcet (and unconsciously wanted, too, that he figured out with time) moment; where time sweetly froze and he was able to decipher, with surprise and warmth, how well the lines of Patrick's lips matched his.

Oh, boy. Just thinking about it sends spirals of temperature up his neck. He truly hasn't been the same ever since --- in a good way. Even his co-workers wonder why he's been more lenient than usual. And, well...whatever this might be, he likes it. Just as much as he likes him. Patrick.

Regardless of feelings bubbling up, this isn't much about putting those puzzle pieces together (they will fall into place with time, won't they?), but about a special occasion; a special day: His best friend's birthday; a mark Hyuk never misses, no matter where he might be or what he's doing. It's why he's decided to take, once again, a plane all the way to Europe --- because a videocall won't do, nor a text message with those exasperating emojis that the detective can't even use properly. Patrick deserves more than that, and he can argue all he wants; Hyuk will not be convinced otherwise.

And so he's here, asking Patrick to see him at the London Bridge, at the time where is dark enough for the towers and rails to lit up and reflect their lights upon the dancing waters. It's a way to reminisce the past, about those days where they'd escape social events just for them to walk all the way here; about those days where Patrick would talk about the stories written behind the bridge and Hyuk would listen intently; about those days where they'd laugh and chat whilst living their adventures of youth.

It's a way to reminisce the past. And connect the present. Much like the bridge links one point to the other.

He waits, patiently so, actually. Knows that Patrick barely gives time for himself even when being a special occasion; prefers to carry on with his endless duties as a responsible professor and doting father. That's Patrick Myungdae Grace for you: A gentleman who often puts loved ones first before even thinking about his own self.

After a few minutes, Hyuk hears hurried steps on the humid ground; such a sound making him turn at once. There he is; the tall man with the kind face and soft eyes, a few strands of hair being blown by the biting, Londoner wind. He looks beautiful as ever, especially when his eyes crinkle due to a smile pulling his lips.

The detective's heart is singing. Loudly. He almost feels his rib-cage is going to explode.

Before Patrick could possibly voice any kind of apology about being a few minutes late (Hyuk doesn't care --- he just cares that he made it in one piece), an impulse makes Hyuk throw his arms around his best friend to wrap him into a tight, affectionate hug; the type only Patrick gets (otherwise Hyuk is too emotionally stiff, as some say). When he pulls away, his fingers remain clasped onto his dear friend's forearms, thumbs unconsciously rubbing the space there as a grin stretches his mouth.

"You look tired. Have you eaten anything? Don't tell me you're only running on tea and the birthday breakfast Hiro and Elise made you--" He scowls, before his features slowly turn softer. "I...wanted us to meet here because I thought...maybe we could, walk a little and..uh...eat at that place we used to go to...when we were younger. The one with fish and chips? I checked and they close until late---"

Since when is he a rambler? He stops himself, awkwardly clearing his throat whilst hands slip away from Patrick's body. "Oh," he quickly goes to fetch the box he's been guarding all this time and hands it to his dear friend. It's small, long; dark green. "For you. I also...wanted to see if they fit you right, could you...open it to check?" Hyuk tries to not rush Patrick into opening the gift, his fuse very short in comparison to his dear friend's. Once it's open, a pair of Rubik's cube cuff links is found inside. The little cubes even twist some, in case Patrick needs a distraction while wearing them. Of course Hyuk had to get them for him.

"Let me," Hyuk grabs one of the cuff links and then takes a careful hold of Patrick's wrist; turning it so his palm is exposed. At first, the detective's focused on putting it on, eyes even narrowing as to look at the shirt's hole under the shadow of artificial lights. But then, he realizes how close he is, how Patrick's wrist is exposed to him even if the rest of his shirt hugs his arm effortlessly. Suddenly, he can feel his heart in his throat and there's the need to---

Just do it, Lee Hyuk. For once, follow that voice. And he does it. He gently kisses the center of Patrick's wrist.

Even if heat crawls all the way to his cheeks, he pretends that what he did is casual; fingers stumbling a little but finally managing to keep the cuff link on place. "There. It--It looks nice. Let's see the other---" And he does the same thing: grabs the cuff link from the box, and then his dear friend's wrist.

He kisses that one, too. The mark tender. A honeyed whisper of utter affection. I'm here. I'll always be here. For you. Just for you.

A clear of his throat; a little, bashful side-smile as the detective attempts to gain his usual composure and peeks to see Patrick. He doesn't apologize for what he did, nor does he try to quickly change the subject. There's no ounce of regret in that body of his and, besides...at this point, that wall where the awkwardness of sentiment was stored is slowly but surely crumbling down, isn't it?

Slow but steady steps.

"I--also got you another thing, but I'll...give it to you until we get to eat." A rainbow fountain pen, that's neatly wrapped in the oh so famous newspaper wrapper he uses. It's saved in the pocket of his trousers; awaiting for the right time to fall onto Patrick's hands.

Hyuk's hands, which rested right under Patrick's wrists, move so they can meet his dear friend's shoulders. He pats them, then pretends to accommodate the lapel of his shirt, when in reality he's getting his palms ready to climb up. And they do, rise and a little timidly; fingertips daring to reach his dear friend's face. The detective's fingers are calloused, but his touch tries to be soft; caring --- loving.

He gives him a smile. One that, he hopes, tells Patrick how proud he is. Of him, his best friend (and something more). Of who he is, who he's become. And how he still holds gentleness and mercy by his hand, despite it all.

"Happy birthday, Dae-yah."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST WONDROUS PROFESSOR @ofgentleresolve 🥺🎂

[youarejesting]

Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire - MYG

[MASTERLIST]

Summary:  Yoongi x reader story. Y/n is a 97 liner from Europe, she came to Korea to study Literature but to maintain herself in Seoul she works as a producer and songwriter. BigHit hires her and while working with BTS they become friends and yoongi falls in love. I only got the music making part of this request, because, I am thinking I might make a second part. Where they can practice dancing together once the songs are recorded and progress the relationship a little more.

Request: 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None that I know of unless you fear job interviews and bad lamb skewers...

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama 

Words: 2.5k (SO MANY WORDS)

You walked through the busy streets on your way to an interview, you were going to a little almost unknown company. BigHit entertainment, you really hoped this wasn't a scam, you had been warned by friends that some shady companies liked to lure in foreigners. You were dressed rather nicely, if you do say so yourself. Fitted business pants and a button up, you felt confident, stopping out the front of the company. Adding a little perfume, trying to freshen up from your walk.

Heading inside you sat in the waiting area, with about ten other applicants, you were called in. The room was what you would expect to see for a board meeting of CEO’s a big oval table and lots of chairs. However besides you there were only two other people in the room. Above the table you appeared calm and collected, but below you were gripping the arms of the chair firmly.

You gave your skills and explained your work. They played your audition track and wrote some things down, "your work was one of the best we heard for the audition. Why do you think you are a perfect candidate for this job?"

"As BigHit entertainment aims to be a company that provides a challenging workplace, whilst promoting the joy of doing the work the employees love. I can assure you I have a passion for expression through words, music and dance, I have the advantage of knowing Korean Italian and English, I can open a wider market for international listeners. I am autonomous working well not only independently but also creating synergy within group projects. Finally I am someone you can trust, I take my responsibilities and I hold them firmly"

Bang Si-hyuk rubbed his chin and leaned forward, he pondered your words for a minute writing some things down and then dismissed you. You headed home that day concerned that you didn't get the job.

~~~~~~~

Sitting in front of your studio desk you started by uploading your demo's and listening to the very few songs the bangtan boys had already debuted. Getting straight into work the door opened and a thin man slinked in, he moved sluggish but each step was surprisingly agile. And the more you noticed him move across the room you could liken him to a big cat. He was obviously another producer, sitting behind you at the other desk. With your backs to one another, you two worked quietly head phones on.

After doing everything you could electronically you had to play somethings on actual instruments to really start bringing this cursed song to life. Heading into the booth, catching a sideways glance from the other producer. Ignoring the pressure of his watching eyes you took a seat at the keyboard changing the tone and playing a melody. You went around the room piecing the song together, playing each instrument with care. Grinning at the result you decided to head back to the computer to tamper with your recordings.

You had this song in your head, since you heard their first couple of songs and you couldn't shake it. So you were determined to make it come alive. It was a slow process and tiredly you stood back up happy with the back track and headed into the recording booth once more. This time you weren’t going towards any particular instruments but stood before the microphone. Putting headphones on you began singing a few of the lyrics you had scribbled down.

Once it was recorded you, resumed your position at your computer and began messing with the words. A figure appeared over your shoulder. "Let me hear" His voice was low and he spoke in a slow, lazy way with prolonged vowel sounds. Nodding you unplugged the head phones and played it. He did a small freestyle kind of rap over your shoulder and changed a few of your beats layering them, making the track sound more complicated you blinked, "I like it, we could use that"

You turned about to ask if this producer was going to steal your song, the paranoid feeling growing in your chest at the possibilities, when he said "tell me what I am missing?"

He played you his song and you were surprised it sounded way better than yours, his was crisp and experimental and all round made you feel like it was a genuine pop song already. But it was unfinished you could tell, it fit the formula of a pop song but you grew tired quickly it didn’t real you in it didn’t play with your emotions. The chorus came around and every time it was just there it didn’t make you anticipate anything. "There is something missing, it doesn't build like it should everything should build back to the chorus but it just isn't."

"That's your homework little producer go home and find out what it's missing" he grinned saving his work and shutting everything down. You went home and for the life of you couldn't sleep. That song played in your head over and over. You did what you had to, setting up your home computer you recreated the song as best as you could. Once it started to sound exactly how you remembered you started making alterations.

Staying up all night and heading into work tired, you sat at your desk continuing to work on his song. You couldn't get over the missing piece and after trial and error you figured it out you had recorded something with the synthesizer and then layered the track, it wasn’t to space but gave the build up to the chorus well. There were words on your mind and you took to the recording booth to make a vocal track putting it onto your replica of producer Min’s song. Leaving a USB for him on the desk and sitting back in your chair.

You were finishing your song when the exhaustion took over and you fell asleep. Min PD stepped into the room and saw you sleeping. He frowned thinking you were slacking on the job, perhaps he would have to have a word with Bang Si-hyuk. Sitting down his gaze landed on a little lady bug USB on his desk, there was a post it note attached. "I couldn't sleep until I figured out the issue, problem is I had to try to replicate your song, so it doesn’t sound as good” he turned his computer on excited to see what you had made.

He placed it into his computer and pulled on his headphones, listening you were singing but he tried to drown that out as he listened to every piece you added to his song. He was impressed the back track sounded perfect, lost in the beat, the build-up was perfect. Right after the second verse you flipped it and started another verse rapping. He took a sharp breath, you had some lungs and you were rapping in a mix of English and Korean that gave August D a run for his money. He felt his heart racing as you didn't slow down. He laughed silently as he heard you take audible gasps to the beat it was funny, cute and he was all for it. Before rapping the last two lines in a nonchalant way bringing in the bridge which hyped back into the chorus.

When the song had ended he was in awe, he wanted you to fix his back track but this was amazing. He wanted to keep the format you rapped, but he wanted to change a few lines, you were a good rapper. Just a bit too humble in some of your lines. Yoongi turned in his chair looking at your sleeping form, the times stamps on the files said three am. Meaning you had stayed up all night for this song. Excitedly taking it to the dance studio meeting the others.

"We thought you are trying to ditch dance practice again?" Hoseok laughed

"Don't be mistaken I was, but um our new producer, I asked them to fix my song and they made this" he plugged it in and the song filled the room.

They listened to the beat and Hoseok and Jimin were trying to make moves to the song. They prepared for the chorus only to be hit with the rap verse, making them freeze listening to you spit fire couldn’t help the smiles. When you got to the small out of breath gasps Namjoon looked impressed and Hoseok was shouting running around the room jumping on Jin. The bridge came in slow and the chorus hit they danced around and Namjoon grinned "that has got to be the best thing I have heard in weeks"

"My heart is racing" Jhope said looking at the maknaes line who grinned back at him. Yoongi smiled at their reactions and took their feedback and requests before heading back to the studio. You were in the recording room playing the piano and writing down notes when you heard Yoongi Knocking on the door. Blushing heading over, had he liked your song. You stepped out and sat at your desk turning, your chair to face him and he did the same.

"The guys really like your song" he said and your jaw fell open in shock he did not just show a proper group of performers your song.

"Sul serio, you showed it to BTS, I was rapping and everything"

"Oh they loved that they are currently arguing who gets the big rap verse" he smiled as you buried your head in your hands.

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It had been months of lunches and late nights you exchanged phone numbers and worked on songs together. You jokingly bought him a pair of old man slippers for the office. He seemed to be wearing them every time you turned up. Sometimes you would see him on his chair with knees pulled up to his chest and his little toes wiggling in his slippers. There was also an awkward night when you both ran down thirteen flights of stairs to the only working bathrooms. He ended up grabbing your hand trying to pull you along, after you shared some bad lamb skewers.

The song and many others you had both worked on were approved for the next album. Turning to Yoongi, you felt rather nervous to meet the members of the band, "so what are the BTS guys like?"

"Uh they are all nice" he replied not turning to face you as he worked on some lyrics and timing, finding your question a little odd.

"I am just nervous, how many times have you worked with them?"

"From the beginning" he mumbled restarting the section he was working on and muttering lyrics under his breath to the beat.

"So you have been their producer this whole time?" You said shocked and it clicked you didn't know who he was, turning to face you he threw his head back laughing. You blushed confused why he was laughing at you. Grabbing their latest magazine he slide across the floor on his chair until he landed beside you. He opened the magazine and smiled showing you the picture.

"This is Rap Monster the leader really smart don't let him near your computer he is clumsy, Jin handsome face brings all the fans to the group, don't indulge him for his shitty puns. This is Suga, handsome rapper extraordinaire, he is probably the cooled of the group" he went to turn the page and you slammed your hand down on the page and held it up and looked at him.

"Are you brothers? You look the same, and if you say that you’re a member of BTS I am going to die of embarrassment?" He gave you a sheepish gummy grin and a shrug of his shoulders, you slapped his arm in shock "You are seriously a member of BTS and you never told me"

He laughed as you continued to playfully slap his arm and he grabbed your wrist, to stop you from doing any damage to either your hand or his arm. He smiled unable to control himself. He saw you pouting adorably, but what made him the happiest is that you didn't shy away you still hit him and treated him like your friend. "Come on my best friend can't be mad can she?"

"She can, you never thought in the months we have been working together to say "hey I'm Suga the rapper from BTS, never thought while texting to say ‘Hey Jhope from BTS told me during the BTS dance practice that I am the best looking BTS member of BTS’" You wiggled your hands free to playfully smack his arm a few more times, he was cackling.

"I thought you knew, I really thought you knew, forgive me I will buy dinner" pulling you into a hug so you couldn't try to hit him anymore. Huffing you gave up watching him order your favorite food to the studio, with ease. Sitting on the floor together, picking up from your last deep and meaningful conversation about work, home, money and the incident earlier that week involving the broken elevator and dodgy plumbing.

“I swear if it doesn't get fixed I am moving my office into the lobby, my legs can't take thirteen floors every day and then the fact that half the building is getting plumbing maintenance so we have to use the first floor toilets the first floor Yoongi, I run on tea and coffee and I took the stairs six times yesterday and not both ways six times down and six times back up. That’s nine steps a flight by thirteen flights, that’s just one way, one hundred and seventeen steps to get to our office” You were punching numbers on the calculator on your phone. “I climbed one thousand four hundred and four stairs Yoongi”

Yoongi stopped mid chew you had his face between your hands squishing his cheeks together as you stressed this, he was looking at your face and he swallowed his mouth full of rice looking at you. When had he fallen for you? This was a question that struck him, in this very moment. He looked at your soft features contrasting with your fierce eyes.

Was it your smile? The way you said such strange things that were foreign to him? The way you spoke to your family and how your mother would ask if you were eating enough and if you had found a nice boy yet? The times you would say ‘si’, ‘per favore’ and ‘grazie’ cutely? Maybe it was the way you would, get angry and start arguing with him only to slip into Italian and he would just stare at you amused watching those melodic words and foreign tones move your mouth in was he never usually got to see. Perhaps it was the way you would apologize for having long conversations in the office and for your family being so involved.

He would never know but he felt his throat go dry as he licked his parted lips watching you in slow motion speaking so fast, he didn’t know what you were saying and in what language. But he smiled grabbing the back of your neck and your waist he pulled you forward. With his lips on yours he seemed to devour your words, your arms went slack and he pulled back to see your eyes were wide open you were in shock.

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Studio Sessions (F) - Dean

requested: Can i request a fanxychild scenario when she’s deans girl and she bring them food and fanxychild wants her to stay and be in the IG live with them so she sits on deans lap and her and dean are just being extra cute and the fans ask her questions too - masterlist

“Guys i’m in” you shouted closing the studio’s door. Earlier that evening you went to make a surprise to your boyfriend Hyuk and his friends from Fanxy. It’s been a few days since you two saw each other so you thought it would be amazing to go visit them. “Why didn’t you text me saying you were coming?” Dean said with a huge smile, “We’re live douche” Jiho said giggling, “I brought food for you guys, but I got more as I thought Penomeco would be here” you stated putting the delivery bags on the table, “Douche this is my work area” you heard zico’s annoying voice, “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see, the old ramen on it is bliding me” you said ironically poiting to the old cup noodles’ on the table.

“Thank you babe” Hyuk said kissing your cheek. He isnt realy into PDA or affection when you guys arent alone but you know he loves you and you love him the way he is. “Let’s make it a mukbang” Hyoseob suggested sitting and opening the huge In-n’-out box, “I agree, but I have no chair” you said and quickly Dean said, “Sit on my lap dear”. You looked at him and he was already red, still, you sat and he hugged you right away.

“I missed being like this with you” you whispered for only him to hear it, “So did I” you heard with a little difficulty as he whispered lowly. “Y/N fans are asking you some stuff” Jiho pointed and you came back to reality, remembering you werent alone with your partner. “Why does Jiho calls her Douche?” you read loud, “Because she is one” he answered and everyone in the studio laughed, “Stop it” you said slapping his arm slightly, “We hate each other” you completed.

The whole mood was just fun. Fans would complement your relationship, ask questions such as “When are you two marrying” or “Are there babies coming” which made you feel a little embarrased, and so did Hyuk. He would answer the questions with a “We’re already thinking about the future but for now we decided to focus a little more on our carriers, but only God knows”. The way Hyuk kept the professional answer until the last moment made you think about those topics.

You couldn’t imagine not marrying him, neither not having his baby. But you didn’t feel like he wanted that now. He wouldn’t even have a right conversation about it, these subjects were forbidden at your shared house. “I don’t think it’s the right time for us to talk about this babe” he’d say and change the talk’s theme after it. It was weird for you since you two were together for more than a year by now.

The studio was echoing Best Part by Daniel Caesar, the boys knew it was your song with Dean and wanted to know what he would do. Turns out Hyuk said, “Let’s dance” pushing you off his lap. Dean got his hands on your waist and yours found their way to his neck, “You don’t care we are still live?” you said lookig into his eyes, “I just miss my baby and I don’t care what’s happening around me, I only care about you” he answered kissing your forehead.

The boys were joking but you couldn’t pay attention to their sayings. All you were paying fulltime attention at that moment was you and him, rhytmically swaying through the music. He would sing a few verses on your year, “I just wanna see how beautiful you are”, you were melting. Hyuk had never done something like that with you, he would only lay on your lap and sing the song acapella or while it was playing.

When the song ended you two got on your positions again, you on his lap, his hand holding your waist tight. “I think it was enough for you guys to feel what we go through everyday with this amazing couple right here” Millic joked, “He’s talking non sense, Hyuk isn’t a huge fan of PDA” you said correcting his words. “Let’s end it right here guys, we have to go back to our productions, new album coming soon” Jiho anounced and turned the live off, “Y/N are you staying? I don’t think your dear love is going to get out of here soon” Crush asked and you only nodded, not really wanting to get out of there.

“Can we talk?” Hyuk said after a few minutes, “Sure, anything happened?” you said worried, he was looking a little down after the broadcast but you though he was only tired, “No, just needing to put some thoughts out. Guys I’m going out just a little please don’t mind me” Hyuk said putting his hands over your waist and guiding you to the door.

He showed you the way to the rooftop, where you could see the whole city of Seoul. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you” his voice sounded like he was holding tears, “Is everything ok love? I love you too, more than you could ever know” you answered caressing his hair softly, “It is indeed. It’s just that I don’t demonstrate it always, I’m so introverted and it sometimes gets in our way. I wanted to hug you in public more, to kiss you, to tell the world you’re mine, I love you so much sometimes it hurts” he said and you became the one holding tears now, “Love, I like you the way you are; To me, it isnt that important if we are having some PDA or not. You are shy, I know it, and I chose you this way. I don’t want you to change who you are or force something you don’t feel comfortable doing. You are just perfect to me” you said kissing his lips.

Hyuk held you closer and rested his head on your shoulder. “What would you do if I left ?”. you didn’t understand his point but still answered, “I would lose myself. I cant imagine my life without you. Why are you saying this?”, “Nothing. I just wanted to see. I cant imagine myself without you either” he said and you could feel he was smiling, “Don’t ever joke with it ok, I cant stand this kind of conversations and you know it” you said, “I’m sorry life, It was only a thought right? I love you” he said, “Let’s get back to the studio”.

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TEACHING VIXX - CHAPTER SIXTY

Holy Crap, I made it to sixty chapters!!!! I am really sorry but this chapter is a bit long.  I just couldn’t stop writing!!!  

Also, there are two links in this chapter.  You don’t have to click on them but it will help you understand the story a little bit more.  If they don’t work or if something isn’t clear, just let me know!

I really hope you enjoy this chapter.  It’s been in my head pretty much since I started this fic.  PLEASE let me know what you think! <3

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Your immediate instinct was to run but you needed to find Taekwoon first. You focused on his heartbeat and you could tell he was close. You tried to go in the direction of the pull but the hands on your shoulders held you in place.

“Taekwoon?” Your voice shook a little as a thousand scenarios ran through your head. You didn’t know if he was hurt, hiding to play some sort of joke, or if someone was holding him like you.

Finally, the hands turned you a bit to the left and urged you to walk forward. You stumbled a bit but stayed upright. The hands were gentle but firm.

After about 20 or so steps the hands stopped you. Taekwoon’s heart was stronger now, indicating that you were closer to him. But it was still erratic. Suddenly, the hands on your shoulders were gone. Your body shook with adrenaline. You were worried that maybe the situation was about to turn worse.

As soon as you carefully reached for the blindfold a piano sound came out of nowhere. You jumped as the sound reverberated around the stadium.

Ripping the blindfold off, you stared in disbelief at he sight before you.

There in the center stage was Taekwoon. Relief flooded you that he was okay. More than okay, actually. Not 30 feet away from you, Taekwoon was seated at a beautiful piano. You recognized the song immediately. You had never told him how much you loved the song but hearing him play it now brought tears to your eyes.

SONG

As he started the first verse of the song, your legs almost gave out. You always knew his voice was perfect for this song.

Hands appeared on your back, gently pushing you forward. You didn’t even glance back to see who it was. You mindlessly strode towards Taekwoon. His fingers glided over the keys effortlessly and his voice sounded angelic. Tears were streaming down your cheeks now. You didn’t care. This was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

When the song was finished, Taekwoon looked up at you. His green eyes were sparkling and found yours instantly. You didn’t have the power to look away. Not that you wanted to.

He stood and came closer to you. He reached forward and brushed the tears from your cheeks. He brushed the hair away from your face and cupped your cheeks.

“I know you think I’ve been lying to you. I know you could hear the difference in my heartbeat when I told you nothing was wrong. But, I couldn’t let you find out about my secret.”

You looked at him in confusion. You wanted to ask a million questions but words were stuck in your throat.

“I’ve told you before but I’m going to say it again. Just like the song said in the beginning. I knew you would be mine when I first met you. Something in my gut told me you were going to be the best thing thats ever happened to me. Never in my dreams could I have found a more perfect woman.”

He paused for a moment and his hands left your cheeks. He put his hand in his pocket and returned with something in his fist. You started to speak but was stopped when he suddenly kneeled. Air left your lungs. New tears sprang from your eyes.

“Which is why I would like to make it permanent.” He looked into your eyes and you saw nothing but pure love there.

“Taekwoon…”

“(Y/N), will you marry me?”

You choked out a cry. You just wanted this beautiful moment to stand still forever. You wanted time to freeze.

“Yes.”

A huge smile broke out on Taekwoon’s face as he took your hand in his. He slid the ring on and for the hundredth time tonight, your heart seized. You knew this ring. Taekwoon stood and his arms enveloped you.

You started to ask but chaos erupted on stage in the form of the rest of VIXX. Various degrees of congratulatory calls filled the large space.

Suddenly, the large screen behind you flickered. It was the main screen that showed the various videos during their concert. What you saw on the screen brought a hard lump to your throat.

“Mom? Dad?”

“Hi sweetheart! Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you!!” Your mom was crying as much as you were now and you were pretty sure your Dad was holding back the tears in his eyes.

“But, how?”

“Taekwoon has been talking with us for about two weeks about planning this for you. It was a little difficult language wise but Hyuk helped as well. We’ve been watching the whole thing on Hyuk’s phone.”

You glanced at the maknae and sure enough, he was holding his phone up, live streaming.

“Taekwoon asked if we would like to come personally but I feared the trip would be too hard on us. But he promised a visit to us soon.” You nodded in understanding and wrapped your arms around Taekwoon.

“When I came home that day after you had been asleep for two days, I told you I had been at practice but I had actually went to pick up this from the post office.” He grabbed your hand and held it up, showing off your engagement ring.

“I offered to send that to Taekwoon after he asked about rings. I knew you had always loved your grandmother’s ring. I figured it would be suitable.”

“Its more than suitable. Its everything. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“You go have fun with your friends and new fiance. We can talk later, okay? I love you sweetie.”

“I love you too Mom, Dad.”

“I love you too, cupcake.”

After a couple of seconds, the screen went dark. The only thing you could think to do was turn back around to Taekwoon and cry on his chest. His arms came around you again and he buried his head in your neck. His lips sought any patch of skin he could reach.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. There’ll be time for that later. Right now, we need to go back to our hotel and celebrate!!!” Jaehwan pulled on your arm and separated you from Taekwoon. A low growl came from the panther and you smiled. Nothing could dampen your spirits right now.

“Bring her back.” Taekwoon’s voice sounded fatally dark.

Jaehwan chuckled nervously and circled his hand around your wrist. He leaned towards you and whispered.

“Run.” Jaehwan took off, dragging you behind him. You expected Taekwoon to be right on your tail but when you looked around you saw him being held back by four other hybrids.

You and Jaehwan ran until you reached the van and took off with the staff to the hotel. He gave your phone back to you but the battery was dead.

Before you realized it, you were back at the hotel. Jaehwan had somehow convinced you to stop in the store across the street and get some snacks and alcohol. He was certain that a party was required.

You were in the hotel room with Jaehwan for about 15 minutes before Taekwoon’s heartbeat became noticeable. You looked at Jaehwan but he made no indication that he could hear it.

“Jaehwan,” the raven looked at you, a smile plastered on his face. “Taekwoon just got here.”

The smile disappeared and fear took over.

“Noona….”

Before he could beg for protection, the hotel door opened and Taekwoon burst through. You knew he was aware of your location but his red eyes were only on Jaehwan.

“Hyung, wait! I was just joking! Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?”

Taekwoon wasn’t listening. He was dead set on Jaehwan. When he was halfway across the room you stepped in front of him. He hesitated for a moment but tried to go around you. You grabbed his face and pulled it towards your own. You attached your lips to his and ran your thumb over his tattoo. He stilled immediately. His heartbeat slowed then picked up again at warp speed. He tried to deepen the kiss but you stepped back, not wanting to get carried away in front of the guys.

Taekwoon held you close and looked up at Jaehwan.

“Count yourself very lucky.”

Jaehwan just giggled, confident in his safety now.

“Noona went to the store for us and got all the celebration necessities! Let us begin!”

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An hour into the sudden party, Wonshik and JiYoon had taken off to the other hotel room with their own sampling of the party refreshments. The rest lay scattered around the room involved in various activies.

You had ended up sitting in between Taekwoon’s legs next to the window. Your back lay against his chest, enjoying the feeling of having him surround you. You had given up drinking after one glass but Taekwoon was in high spirits and seemed to be drinking his bottomless glass simply out of habit.

You sat there turning your engagement ring around your finger. Taekwoon’s hand came up and laced his fingers through yours. You smiled at the feeling.

“Do you know what the ring means?”

“I know that it was your grandmother’s. And it doesn’t hurt that the stone in the middle is green.  But, that’s about it.” You agreed that it was interesting that the color of the stone almost matched his eyes.

RING

“My grandmother was Irish and this was the wedding ring that my grandfather had made for her. The design is very old and very popular in Ireland.” You pulled your fingers from his and raised your hand so he could see. “The crown on top represents loyalty. A reminder to remain faithful to your spouse. The hands are for friendship. Because its not enough just to be lovers. The heart, of course, stands for love. It is protected by the crown and the hands to keep it safe just as you should do in life.”

You almost teared up reciting the words your grandmother had told you so many times. But it was a happy feeling. It was something you knew she would have been proud of.

Taekwoon’s hand came up to your cheek and tilted your head back so your lips could reach his. His kiss was needy, slow, and sensual. It was several moments before he allowed you to pull away.

Hyuk chose that moment to wander over and fill Taekwoon’s cup. He placed a kiss on your cheek before turning the cup up to his lips, emptying immediately. He sat the cup down and turned his head to your neck, placing tiny kisses everywhere. After a few minutes the kisses were accompanied by a string of giggles.

Curious, you pulled out of his arms completely and he let out a tiny whine until you turned around and sat facing him. He tried to pull you in for another kiss you held him back. Something in his eyes made you stop.

“Taekwoon? What’s wrong with your eyes? The color is weird.”

“Huh? Weird how?” Another giggle. His fingers held your hips as he tried to bring your body to his.

“They’re pink. Like hot pink.” You leaned forward to get a better look but Taekwoon closed the distance quickly and licked your nose.

Startled by the action, you jumped back. You had a sneaking suspicion about what was going on.

“Hey, Taekwoon. What color do hybrid’s eyes turn when they’re drunk?” He thought a bit then shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno. I don’t remember.”

“Pink. They turn pink.” You spun quickly to find Hakyeon behind you. He had his hands on his hips, shaking his head. “C'mon, I’ll help you get him to your room. I would keep him here but he would realize eventually that you’re gone and tear down the place looking for you.”

You nodded and stood up.

“Hey. I’m not finished with you. Get back down here.” Taekwoon complained as he swayed a bit on the floor. He tried to reach for you but missed.

Hakyeon grabbed one of his arms and pulled him up effortlessly. Before you could be jealous of hybrid strength, you quickly latched onto Taekwoon’s side.

“Where are we going? I liked our spot over there.” Taekwoon pouted cutely and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“We’re going to my room.”

“Oh, nevermind. I like that better. I can do things to you in there. I couldn’t do it earlier ‘cause there were too many people.” He tried to lean over to kiss you but Hakyeon smacked him on top of the head.

“Be a gentleman, Taekwoon.” Hakyeon scolded him but Taekwoon just stuck his tongue out at him. You took out the key card from your back pocket and opened your door. A blast of cold air from the room hit you and you shivered.

“Are you cold? I can warm you up in no time.” He smiled and you noticed his pink eyes had a glow to them. You sat him down on the bed and he wriggled his eyebrows at you.

He suddenly furrowed those same eyebrows and looked at Hakyeon. “You can’t stay. I plan on getting her naked. So you can’t stay. She’s mine. Okay? She likes panthers, not jaguars. Panthers are bigger, you know.” He whispered the last part and winked at Hakyeon, who simply rolled his eyes.

You started to smack him but another giggle came from behind you. You turned around to see Hyuk holding his phone up, obviously recording the situation. He looked up at you and winked.

“I’ll send it to you later, Noona.” You shook your head and laughed as he exited the room with Hakyeon.

You heard the growl but didn’t have time to react. Before you knew it, you were on your back, underneath a very playful, drunk panther.

“Hi.” He giggled and started placing small kisses on your cheeks. He went from that to giving you little kitten licks along your throat. His hands encircled your wrists and held them down against the mattress. His lips were suddenly at your ear and you involuntarily shuddered.

“You wanna be my prey?” He bit down on your shoulder and growled. His hands moved from your wrists and began pulling up the hem of your shirt. Exposing your stomach, he moved his head downwards. He littered your entire torso with tiny kisses, nipping in places here and there. You gasped at the sensation and he raised his head back up to meet yours. His eyes were still bright pink and you just stared at their beauty.

“I love you, you know. I really, really do. You know I can’t lie. You’d hear it. Do you believe me? I hated lying to you earlier but if I told you then I wouldn’t have been able to surprise you. I think surprises are better. Your parents are nice. I had a hard time talking to them and I felt bad but Hyukkie helped me. I think they like me. You like me, too, right? Or, wait. Love. You love me, right? I love yo–”

You grabbed his face and pulled it down, capturing his lips so you could end his rambling. When you released him he had a goofy grin on his face.

“I love you, too, Taekwoon.”

He smiled and kept his face mere centimeters from yours. His face turned mischievous and your heart skipped a beat. Anticipation ran full force through your body.

“You wanna get naked now? I think you should. Yeah, that’s more fun.” The pink in his eyes were starting to fade and you almost wished it wouldn’t. Taekwoon’s silliness was growing on you. His fingers were toying with the button on your jeans as his lips sought your neck.

You waited but he didn’t make any further moves. You heard his heart turn to a steady rhythm and realized that he had fallen asleep. You rolled your eyes and laughed. You supposed the longing ache in your body would have to wait.

You were so getting revenge tomorrow.

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As an end note, you can thank @burnt-enough-starlight for the pink eyes and drunk leo idea....because she sends me torturous pictures and then we collaborated hahaha ;)

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ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Im Minah

Nickname: n/a

Reason for name: Minah was named by her grandparents, after her grandfather’s sister

Birthday: June 23, 1990

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Place of birth: Minah was born in Busan, South Korea

Places lived since: Busan, South Korea until she was 17. Minah went on to attend a music university for about two years in Seoul, South Korea and moved to Manhattan, New York where she currently resides

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Minah was raised by her grandparents, Soon Kyung and Joo Hyuk. Her grandparents owned a small little restaurant in Busan and spent any bit of extra money or time they had on helping Minah pay for her lessons and interests as they came and went.

Number of siblings: none

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): it was close

Happiest memory: Minah would say it was finally getting a chair with the Philharmonic.

Childhood trauma: Minah’s very quiet about her childhood and has chosen to block out any trauma she may have suffered.

Children of his/her own?: none

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: n/a

Age he/she gave birth/became a father: n/a

PHYSICAL

Height: Minah is roughly 5′7

Weight: Minah’s weight fluctuates, although she tends to stay between 100-110 pounds.

Build: straight

Nationality: Korean

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): none that she’s aware of

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Smooth complexion, Minah has the hints of a tan although it’s still not very noticeable except for when she’s in natural light. Minah has a birthmark on her left side, it’s not in any specific shape and Minah thinks it looks like a blob.

Face shape: a soft point

Distinguishing facial features: soft eyes, slightly pouty lips

Hair color: Brown

Usual hair style: Minah keeps her hair in a bob that rests at about chin length, her ends are usually loose curls

Eye color: brown

Glasses? Contacts?: glasses, but usually only for reading

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Minah tends to wear airy and light colored clothing.

Typical style of shoes: Minah is almost always in flats, with the exception of the winters and even then she holds out until the last minute.

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Minah has an average health. She tries to eat as healthy as possible to avoid any extra sickness that may happen but other than that she’ll really just get sick with the seasons.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): Minah wears minimal makeup. Her usual look is chapstick, a light lip color (if she wears any at all) and maybe some rouge for her cheeks

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: No jewelry outside of the small piercings in her ears.

Accent?: Korean

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Minah flexes her fingers and toes when she’s upset or nervous

Athletic?: Sort of, she likes to run

INTELLECT

Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): Minah completed two years at university in Seoul but didn’t finish getting her degree before she took an opportunity to move to the US

Level of self esteem: 5

Gifts/talents: Minah is a very talented flautist

Shortcomings: Minah can be forgiving but it takes quite a bit for her to reach that point where she will forgive. She doesn’t exactly hold grudges but she does not forgive right away. She also can dislike someone with the passion of a thousand firey suns and let it be known.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Minah has a very soft voice, she doesn’t get very loud, even when she is upset.

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right brain

Artistic?: Musically, not any other sort of artistic tendencies have shown that they exist.

Mathematical?: Fairly, math was one of the subjects she did well in in school

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotionally

Neuroses:

Life philosophy: Minah doesn’t operate under a life philosophy

Religious stance: Buddhist but Minah doesn’t practice it regularly

Cautious or daring?: Cautious

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: her skills as a musician

Optimist or pessimist?: Pessimist

Extrovert or introvert?: Introvert

Level of comfort with technology: about a 6

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: Singular being

Sexual orientation:

Past relationships: 0

Primary reason for being broken up with: Minah has never been in a relationship

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: honestly, it would be if they don’t share some of the same passions, not necessarily the same level but if they started to change too much she’d pretty much say deuces

Level of sexual experience: 0

Story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): Minah hasn’t had her first kiss, but she’s watched enough romantic comedies and dramas that she has an idea of what she’d like to happen

Story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): In a verse with Tamsin’s Aiden, Minah loses her virginity in a drunken (as of right now) one-night stand. As of right now with every other verse that she exists in, Minah is still a virgin

A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Minah is not very sociable. She has a couple of people she speaks to but she does not hang out with anybody in particular or make herself too available to friends.

Most comfortable around (person): Herself

Oldest friend:

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: Quiet,

How do others actually perceive him/her?: Quiet

VOCATION

Profession: Minah is a flutist for the Philharmonic

Past occupations: she helped her grandparents in their restaurant between lessons and when she first came to the US she worked at a restaurant in Koreatown

Passions: Music, cooking, romantic comedies

Attitude towards current job: She loves it

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: Minah feels like it’s a dog-eat-dog kind of situation and constantly is pushing herself to do her best so she doesn’t lose her place. She thinks her co-workers are just fine but she also wouldn’t trust most of them as far as she could throw them.

Salary: Her base pay is roughly 120k for a 52 week season

SECRETS

(Every character—no matter how minor—should always have secrets!)

Phobias: bugs, clowns, thunderstorms

Life goals: Honestly, to make it day by day

Dreams: Become a world-renowned flutist

Greatest fears: losing everything

Most ashamed of:

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Tripping when she was leaving her first audition

Compulsions:

Obsessions: practicing for hours, even after rehearsal or performances are finished

Secret hobbies: Marathoning property brothers and cooking shows

Secret skills: Making a mean bibimbap

Past sexual transgressions: none!

Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): staying out past curfew

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: Nothing

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: Maybe to gain some more weight and keep it.

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily routine: It varies

Night owl or early bird?: Early bird

Light or heavy sleeper?: Heavy sleeper

Favorite food: Minah’s favorite American food is corn on the cob, her favorite food from home is kkulatare

Least favorite food: Cheese

Favorite book: Any Amy Tan book

Least favorite book:

Favorite movie: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Least favorite movie: Gone With the Wind

Favorite song: Quincy by BoA

Least favorite song: Africa by Toto

Coffee or tea?: Tea primarily

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Neither

Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): Minah takes public transport

Lefty or righty?: Lefty

Favorite color: Cerulean

Cusser?: No

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: Minah socially drinks and even then she doesn’t drink often

Biggest regret:

Pets?: None, unless the cat the hangs out on her fire escape counts

questions from here

[ofgentleresolve]

The nice thing about being a professor is that, since the spring semester doesn’t usually start right after the end of New Year’s, he’s allowed to linger in vacation mode for a little while longer. And this case, it means his dear friend gets to stay with him in London for a little while longer.

At least long enough to celebrate a very special occasion.

“There you are.” He approaches his dear friend as the sea breeze brushes between them. Well, actually, it’s a moot point to say, considering that they’re the only two in their party for today. Hiro wanted to go out with his uni friends and Elise, with her own friends. Patrick hadn’t been sure about Elise.

“She’ll have her phone with her,” Hiro snapped after hearing Elise whine enough. “She’s not that young.”

Ah, they grow up so fast.

And so, with it just being Patrick and his dear friend this time around, Patrick suggested that they make an outing of their own. Relive the old days, where they would take the train out of London to the nearest beach. Henceforth, the sea breeze.

And one Lee Hyuk, very much at ease.

The corner of his eyes crinkles and Patrick sits next to his dear friend on the blanket. Setting the canteen down, he removes his socks and shoes and lets the sand slide between his toes. It’ll be nightfall soon, but the sun lingers over the horizon, dipping the ocean in shades of orange.

Opening the canteen, he pours out some hot chocolate into the lid and hands it to Hyuk. “Here you go- it should warm you up. I hope…you’re not too cold.” He chuckles nervously before scratching his cheek. “It’s my mix- I’ve never had it before so let me know what you think.” He’s quiet for a moment as he looks out at the SUNSET.

Gathering his thoughts, he turns towards Hyuk. “Thank you for spending the holidays with us. And your birthday. I hope it wasn’t too exhausting.” The hot chocolate in canteen steams between them. “I have your gift back at home.”

Which, when Hyuk does receive it, he’ll find a large mason jar of Patrick’s hot chocolate mix- dark chocolate shavings combined with instant coffee and a sprinkle of ginger- for him to take back to Seoul. It’s been wrapped with an orange ribbon too. That and a small desk calendar feature pictures of mandarin ducks ( he considered getting the pigeon one for a long moment though ). He tried to keep the objects small since Hyuk will have to carry them on his flight back.

Shooting a little closer to his dear friend, Patrick can’t help but lean against Hyuk’s arm, the warmth of Hyuk’s arm emanating into Patrick’s own.

“You got…hot chocolate on your mouth.” He points for a moment and then: “Here, let me get it for you-“

He reaches out In the back of his head, something screams déjà vu like that time in Seoul with Mrs. Nam and the bungeoppang-

But he’s ignoring that willfully.

Hyuk is not the only OBSTINATE one here.

Leaning in, he thumbs at the smudge before he realizes how close he’s gotten to his dear friend as a result, his fingers caressing Hyuk’s cheek as the thumb brushes over the corner of his lips. It’s still as soft as it was the last time- for a long moment, Patrick stares at Hyuk’s lips. This is where he should pull back now, right?

Don’t you remember what happened to her?

Except he looks Hyuk in the eye- is he going to have another chance like this? What if this all goes down the drain? What is he going to-

You know what, screw it.

Patrick leans in, his lips pressing against Hyuk’s.

Ah, they’re as soft as I thought.

And although his face feels like it’s been set on fire, Patrick doesn’t pull away. He chuckles nervously, a warm hand still pressed against Hyuk’s cheek.

“Happy Birthday, Hyuk-ah.”

happy birthday lee hyuk ( @jeoseungsaja​ )!! 😌☺️💕🎉

[clemencetaught]

when there is no paper one must learn to adapt ( post-it note meme w/ @rippleofwords & @jeoseungsaja )

annnnnd to continue xia's ask, here's the hyurick edition of this one meme :D

verse one:

“I’ll be back in an hour and hopefully not longer- you know how Ratliff gets when he’s behind a podium…do you want fish and chips for dinner tonight, by the way? Elise and Hiro will both be out tonight; we should go out for dinner. My treat!

-Myungdae”

( Placed on dining table in Patrick's townhouse. )

verse two:

"10:47 PM, Daesung Technologies- they’ll be appearing there tonight. I’d stab you to make sure you won’t go, but I don’t think that would stop you, unfortunately. If you get caught by the police, that’s on you.

-♞"

( Left by Black Knight on Hyuk's office desk. )

verse three:

“Call off the gathering. Someone in your group spilled the beans; the head peacekeeper’s bringing in extra units for tonight. I can’t talk him out of it."

“Hyuk, please. For me.”

“You really think you’re that subtle?”

“Just…try not to let them see your face this time. You being a victor is not going to stop them from drawing the gun on you. I don’t know if I can mediate. Please, please be careful.”

( Stuck to Hyuk's fridge, one on top of the other. )

[clemencetaught]

verse one -- the gentleman.

[ofgentleresolve]

@jeoseungsaja​​ sent in:

So this is...awkward.  Well, not exactly awkward but more so a situation that causes disquiet within Hyuk. This isn't how things were initially planned; Hyuk's prior outburst at the reception had demonstrated that, yet Patrick's presence showed up just in time to save the poor administrator from more fire brewing in the detective's mouth. Whether it was a mistake from Hyuk's faulty computer skills or an error from the hotel's system, there was no turning back. They were here now --- sharing the same room...and the same bed. Sure, sure, Patrick did say that he's fine with this option, that he doesn't mind, yet Hyuk can't help but feel a bit guilty about it. He wanted this little getaway to be as blissful as possible, not to...create bashful tension that somehow can be sensed in the air.

They've shared spaces before, of course they have, but not like this. Not while knowing there's something more swimming in seas that have acquired the languid color of realization; an...awakening of feelings that once rested dormant.

He takes a deep breath, the night cloaking skies. He's by himself right now; Patrick making sure his children are doing okay in the other room they'll be sharing. He sits on a corner of the bed, wondering what to do as pajama pants and a shirt wrap his body. Should he take off the shirt? It's how he's used to sleep; the garment feeling heavy on flesh when being under sheets, somehow -- a tight habit by now.

The detective bites his bottom lip; hair now moderately dry after his usual shower. Maybe...he could take the shirt off, dig himself under the covers and call it a night? Yeah, that could work, couldn't it? (Why is he suddenly shy about it? As if Patrick hadn't seen him like this before--)

One...two...

Rapidly, he starts taking his shirt off, but it seems he has awful timing, for by the time he has the garment over his head, he hears the door unlock and open, causing Hyuk to jump and slide off the mattress, falling on his bum on the floor.

"Aish--!" Only Patrick can unlock this absolutely graceless part of him, getting tangled in his shirt for a moment before he frustratingly tosses it to his side, hair a bit of a mess due to that. "I'm fine, I--did...uh...how did they...like their room?" He sits up, trying to sort of pretend nothing happened; clearing his throat as warmth escalates to his neck. "Also do you...want a side of the bed in particular, I can take any spot--"

(HELLO, DEAR FERRE! I AM HERE TO SEND UNPROMPTED ASKS WIEDHWIEUDH, PLS TAKE THIS CLUMSY HYUK, BUT ALSO, FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS IF YOU WISH ;W; HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A FANTASTIC DAY!!) || click for patrick’s interior atm ( unprompted. )

It does not occur to Patrick that this setup ( that he proposed ) will, in fact, have consequences.

Not that he thinks they would be necessarily bad consequences when he looks back on it, but in the moment he will probably think so, even if this should simply feel like a throwback to the old times. Back to his and Hyuk’s uni days, where it was normal for them to share a room. Well-intentioned, but nevertheless bad roommates will do that; make any university student desperate enough to pick a couch with questionable stains over a familiar bed if it means getting a few hours of peace and quiet- Patrick learned quickly to claim a single for the years following.

But even in the following years, sharing a room ( intentional or not ) with Hyuk, he never considered strange. Even if Hyuk did take his shirt off before going to sleep. Patrick’s known about that habit for years and how it correlates with Hyuk's dislike for waking up sweaty.

( Patrick would point out though that the temperature of the body actually decreases when unconscious, so in the winters, isn’t necessarily a great idea to sleep shirtless. What if Hyuk catches a cold? )

And still, somehow very inconveniently, Patrick did not take that fact into consideration. Not that his decision would have been any different in any other timeline. So there’s been a mix-up with the hotel booking- that certainly isn’t going to stop Patrick from enjoying his time with his dear friend, however much it is limited to these two weeks. This setup shouldn’t feel any DIFFERENT.

Until it is. It’s been like this for a while, hasn’t it? Everything being both familiar and new, two parallel lines suddenly intersecting until you can’t tell where one line starts and the other ends-

He’s not thinking too hard about what awaits in their shared room when he opens the door. Everything is going as well as it should- at the very least, both Elise and Hiro seem settled into their shared hotel room down the hall and last time he checked, they were invested in a drama, which Hiro insisted turning the subtitles off for, something about wanting to improve his Korean. He was also the one to shoo Patrick back to his own room:

“Go back to your room- we know you’d rather be with Mister Lee than us.”

Patrick scratches his cheek bashfully, his other hand resting on the doorknob. It’s not that obvious, him and Hyuk, is it? No, Patrick, that’s not a question to wrestle with right now.

Taking a deep breath, he turns the doorknob and tells himself to relax. It’s just Hyuk in the room. Just the two of them alone in a room just like how it had been many times in the past; it’s not like this time is going to be any different from the other times.

That is what he is assuming until he actually opens the door only to find his dear friend tangled in his shirt and then soon after slipping off the corner of the mattress onto the floor. It’s almost as if Hyuk was considering not sleeping shirtless this time around.

“Are you okay?” Patrick is immediate in helping his dear friend off the floor. He frowns, leaning in and reaching a hand up to help clear the hair from Hyuk’s face. His fingers get tangled in the soft, soft strands there as the pads of his fingertips brush against first Hyuk’s forehead and then his scalp. “That sounded painful- maybe we should go to the doctor to get that checked out…”

And then it happens; the moment when the consequences of this…arrangement sink in. With the shirt thrown to the side, Hyuk is very much…shirtless, revealing a toned chest that Patrick happens to be in very close proximity to, just like the last time he caught Hyuk shirtless. This is to be expected though, right? Detectives have to be in shape, ready to burst into action at any given moment on the field so of course Hyuk would be in shape, it comes with the job.

Patrick swallows, hand tucking the loose strands behind his dear friend’s ear before it brushes over his neck and onto his shoulder, where Patrick’s thumb grazes over Hyuk’s clavicle. Patrick’s eyes can help but wander too, from his dear friend’s chest to his abs. In a daze, Patrick traces them with his eyes ( although make no mistake his free hand twitches in an urge to follow his gaze ). And he realizes Hyuk’s abs are half hidden by a loose set of trousers and for a long moment there, Patrick wonders what the whole set looks like and-

The blood rushes to his face.

No. No. That’s not a thought he should be having about his best friend. And something more.

“They’ve a-acclimated, I think.” He stammers, words tumbling out as he hastily pulls his hands back, cradling his fingers before they do anything traitorous. “I-Is the room okay with you? I-I hope it won’t be too stuffy for you since it’s not exactly what you booked initially-“ Wait a minute did Hyuk just ask what side of the bed he wants? That would imply they would be sharing a bed, which means that Patrick will be sleeping next to…that for two weeks straight.

Plus, they’re at Jeju Island, which means swimming will be happening. A lot.

( It is at this very moment when the gravity of his choices completely and utterly sinks in and there is no way around it- how did he forget that Hyuk likes to sleep with his shirt off again? )

He swallows again, averting his gaze and squeezing his eyes shut as if that would be able to shroud and sheer embarrassment prickling over his back. No, that wouldn’t be effective, not with Hyuk of all people. Hyuk, who knows him better than anyone else, perhaps even himself.

“Y-You can choose. I don’t mind.” His heart picks up a notch. There’s no way Hyuk wouldn’t have noticed his face going completely warm. “ I’ll take whichever spot is left- I s-should ready for bed since we’re doing a lot tomorrow, bebackinamoment-“

Patrick makes a rather ungraceful escape into the bathroom and closes the door behind him before covering his mouth, cheeks ablaze.

Dear god.

His head keeps on spinning. His head keeps running in a million different directions. None of which will be useful to his...crisis.

How is he going to last this time?

[ofgentleresolve-a]

@jeoseungsaja​ sent in:

He's busy rearranging his brushes, taking note of which ones need some cleaning and which ones can be saved in the case right away. Hyuk only lets his gaze break away from items when he hears his dear friend coming into the small corner of his art space, eyes lifting to watch Patrick add some last details to his outfit. He's supposed to go to some sort of academic event, isn't he? Hyuk remembers Patrick told him something about it.

These last details are nothing out of the ordinary, really. Just Patrick buttoning the cuffs of his button down. Nothing out of the ordinary...and yet, Hyuk's heart skips a beat; enough for his movements to freeze and for the brush between fingertips to fall on the floor.

He blinks, gulping and coming to his senses; leaning down to pick up the brush in a hurry --- wrong move, because when he tries to lift his head, he hits it against the table.

"Yah-aish---" A low hiss before fully standing up, waving his hand in dismissal and placing the brush atop wooden surface. "I'm alright, it didn't hurt---" It does hurt a little, but he's willing to swallow the ache than getting all embarrassed about it.

It's when he fully adjusts that he notices something's off. "Ah, wait, your--"

The detective gets closer to Patrick, takes note of shirt's collar. It's crooked; part of it still oddly tucked under his sweater vest. Instead of verbally telling him about it, Hyuk takes matters into his own hands; fingers reaching out and carefully rearranging the professor's shirt. He even leans in a little, focused on the task; unfolding and pressing collar where it should be.

"There, you had---" Looking up, he notices how dangerously close he is. He can see everything better from here. Patrick's pleasant eyes, the details of his nose, the prepossessing and inviting shape of his lips --- why did his gaze stop right there? Why is his heart doing somersaults? Why is his mind wondering things that perhaps it shouldn't?

Hyuk clears his throat and looks away, temperature climbing up his neck as both of his hands get pressed against Patrick's shoulders; patting them both and unconsciously letting his palms affectionately slide down his dear friend's chest before completely letting go. He hopes Patrick didn't take note of him staring.

"Your collar was crooked. Uh...what time are you going to that thing again?"

(Now here's Hyuk, getting flustered over Patrick's attractiveness---IUWHEDIUWEHUEHD I HOPE THIS IS OKAY, feel free to skip this oR ANY ASK if it's uncomfortable or anything of the sort!! Please have a wonderful day, Ferre!! :D) || they keep toeing the line 👀 ( ft. unprompted )

This is technically the reason he’s in Seoul right now, isn’t it? A conference that his university’s sister school is hosting and therefore, as a representative of the Literature Department, he’s supposed to be giving a speech. Perhaps this is why he initially let Dr. Towell volunteer first, despite the desire that welled up to see his dear friend at that moment. Of course, the research component of his work is important and the main reason he became a professor in the first place, but between interacting with his colleagues and his students, Patrick has found the latter to be much more…pleasant in these recent years.

Never mind the prestige that might come with being nominated faculty member of the year or even head of the department, Patrick is more than CONTENT with his place in the pecking order. It’s not like any of these awards change the quality of his research or even how he teaches anyways. The title is really just a formal means of assigning extra if not superfluous duties.

Such as public speaking. Oh, put the good professor in a classroom and he’s golden- his students are more often than not sharper than given credit for. If they say they learn so much from Professor Grace, then Patrick may say the same about them. But put him in front of a crowd and well-

“You really don’t have to go, Hyuk.” He reminds his dear friend as he wanders into Hyuk’s art space. Perhaps he is being BIASED, but this little corner of his dear friend’s apartment happens to be Patrick’s favorite spot. For one thing, there’s a tad more sunlight that makes its way into the room, more sunlight to douse Hyuk in while he paints.

( And in Patrick’s opinion, his dear friend looks the most beautiful best in the sunlight. Why else would Hyuk be a SUNSET then? )

“I won’t be saying anything special- I’ll just be reading off of notecards.” Which should be easy enough. Not to mention he already translated Dr. Towell’s speech. Save for a few pointers of his own, most of these words are not his own. Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop the dread that gnaws on his nerves. He’s never been one for public speaking, truly. He might be good at it, according to his colleagues, but that doesn’t mean Patrick necessarily enjoys it, especially not the preceding moments.

Perhaps this is why he’ll never rise higher than a tenured professor.

But then again, he also rather dislikes formal events, such as the one he’s attending. He’s just lucky academic events usually don’t mandate black-tie formal attire. “I’ll have to be there for the lectures, but I should be able to duck out once we get to the reception.” Hyuk would understand, right? The formal functions he gets invited to probably aren’t much better…no actually, they might be worse considering that those are almost always black-tie formal. Hyuk can’t get away with not wearing a tie.

But then again, Hyuk’s never been one to go to such events out of OBLIGATION, is he?

Sleeves folded at the elbows, Patrick sets about unfurling them to button them at the cuffs. He peers up at his dear friend, who is currently reorganizing his paintbrushes, in between buttoning.

It’s such an ordinary act, really, and yet Patrick can’t help but smile softly, pieces of warmth blooming out of nowhere. That’s strange- it’s not like he hasn’t seen Hyuk do it before, but then again, anything Hyuk does these days ( outside of getting injured of course- Patrick would prefer not to have a repeat of two days ago ), Patrick can’t help but look on in fondness. He’s been doing a lot of that this week it seems- watching Hyuk when he thinks his dear friend isn’t looking. A guilty pleasure, perhaps, considering that it’s not something he can do all that often, but it makes him feel warm in all the right spots.

( Perhaps Patrick should ask himself why this has been the case. Or maybe he should look a little harder to notice his dear friend has been guilty of the same exact activity. )

With one of the sleeves down, he lets out a puff of annoyance when his fingers fumble with the buttons there. This is why he prefers folding the sleeves once or even twice. “Perhaps we could get bungeoppang from Mrs. Nam on the way back? Didn’t you also mention wanting to drop by their studio- we could get food for them too-“

He’s just about to button the cuffs on his other sleeve when he hears something clatter on the floor. And then something heavier bang against the desk. Patrick looks up in alarm to find his dear friend, crouching and clutching his head with one hand. He must have hit his head against the desk.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to get you an ice pack?”

And of course, Hyuk brushes his concerns aside, but that isn’t going to stop Patrick from gingerly running his fingers over the spot Hyuk hit his head. Despite the loudness of the crash, it doesn’t seem like Hyuk hit his head too hard- at the very least there doesn’t seem to be any bruising or bleeding of any sort. Without thinking too hard about it, Patrick lets his fingers comb through his dear friend’s hair. It’s slightly damp, probably from the shower his dear friend took the hour before, but SMOOTH. Very smooth-

And then the next thing he realizes, his dear friend is leaning into him and Patrick freezes, hand hovering where Hyuk’s head used to be. It only drops when he realizes Hyuk’s hands are pressing delicately against his shirt.

Patrick swallows, heartbeat speeding up. Oh, that’s NEW ( but wait, is it though? For some reason he feels a sense of déjà vu…of more than a few moments in these past few months- ). It’s not like they haven’t been this close in proximity before, but then why is he only noticing the closeness now? Why is he only noticing how gentle his dear friend’s hands are, handling his shirt? Those hands that have weathered more than their fair share of ( unfair ) violence, those hands that strike a delicate balance between justice and mercy, those hands that are almost always closed off to everyone else, choose to be TENDER with Patrick of all people-

And then Hyuk pulls back, face still close to Patrick’s, and Patrick still feels his feet planted in the same spot as he watches his dear friend’s face. His cheeks feel warm suddenly but Patrick can’t bring himself to look away, even if that means following the path of Hyuk’s eyes to- no. No, it can’t be-

Patrick’s breath hitches as his fingers twitch. He’s been OVERTHINKING this, hasn’t he, assuming he was the only one, the only one thinking and wondering if they really are only friends, if there’s been something else on top of twenty years’ worth of friendship.

But he can’t focus on that right now. Not when there’s also suddenly an urge to cup his dear friend’s cheeks and lean in and press his lips against Hyuk’s enticing pair- but wait, would that be too forward-

And then the moment ends and Patrick lets out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding when Hyuk clears his throat. A crooked collar, he said- but then Patrick drops that line of thought for the same warm, tender pair of hands that slide down his chest, and god Patrick really doesn’t want those hands to leave again-

Before Hyuk can let his hands drop to his side, Patrick catches one with his own. His fingers cradle around Hyuk’s own before Patrick freezes. Wait, what is he doing-

He doesn’t let go. Patrick swallows instead forcing himself for once to keep eye contact. Even if he feels like he’s been set on fire.

“I-In an hour or so.” He answers. He notices the cuff of his sleeve is still unbuttoned.  “Um…Could you help me with the other cuff?” He squeezes Hyuk’s fingers. They’re WARM; how Patrick wants to press his cheek against them, perhaps something like the other day when Hyuk kissed him on the cheek. “I’m...I’m having trouble with getting the BUTTONS in…”

[ofgentleresolve-a]

⭐️ , 👂 & ☎ for Hyurick? ;W;

that which is temporary, conditional, and limited in scope, but nevertheless real ( ft. relationship building meme w/ @jeoseungsaja )

send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses.

He likes watching Hyuk paint. He knows Hyuk leads a rather stressful life thanks to his job and has little patience for incompetency, so it’s a comforting sight to see Hyuk more relaxed for once, a little looser…and on that note, I do think on the reasons they get along so well is because they both aren’t really a fan of small talk?? Like if there’s nothing to say, then they don’t feel the need to fill it?? Basically they can probably sit together for long periods of time doing their own thing.

( and bc I’m an overachiever ) In the black knight au, during the five years he was on the run, in a moment of homesickness, Patrick did once call hyuk’s cellphone from a payphone, but didn’t say anything. he really just missed hyuk’s voice and wanted to be reminded of home for a moment ;-;

send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

"So are we gonna talk about this-" Nell makes circular motions with her hands. "You know, the King situation?"

Removing the hat, Myungdae sets it on the table next to Nell's computer. He doesn't look her or Alfred in the eye as he unties the knot holding his mask up. "I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"...You're doing it again."

"Excuse me?"

Nell sighs, hands dropping. "Look, I know you're not exactly the best at the vulnerability thing, but don't you think we deserve to at least know who he is?"

"He's a private detective looking into ANACHRON."

"Well thanks for enlightening us. I already feel so much more in the loop." Alfred scoffs, depositing his gloves on another table. "C'mon, we already know that. For one thing, he shows up enough that we had to give him a code name. And do you know how hard he makes my job? Guy's even more thorough than the police."

Myungdae peels his gloves off. Why doesn't that surprise him? There's a reason they call Hyuk at one point, one of Seoul's greatest detectives, down the drain.

"Myungdae," Nell says. "Every time he shows up, you lose your nerve. Even when you're not the Black Knight. It's like you're scared of him- you can trust us, you know?"

"At the very least, you can tell us who he is to you. Give us a reason we need to keep him out of this."

Myungdae rubs a temple. He turns around, bracing the ledge for the table. His leg is ACHING again.

"...I met him in college." He hears Nell's chair squeak towards him. The weight of the table shifts. Alfred's shoes come into sight. "He was my best friend. There and after we graduated."

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name: lee hyuk-ah ringtone: view ( SHINee ) picture:

last text received/sent: 'Guess what I have?' 'Another puzzle, do you want to hear it?' 'You know you do. 😊'

( alex u get a bonus bc i have brainrot for hyurick ;-; sjdklsj )

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"Hyuk, Hyuk-ah," Patrick calls for his dear friend, all while tapping on his arm the way one might knock on a door. Drunk? Most likely- he couldn't get out of the department party Dr. Ratliff was throwing, but at least Hyuk is suffering with him! Cheeks red from the punch that turned out to be a lot stronger than he realized, Patrick stumbles a step towards Hyuk. His sleeves are folded up to his forearms and the first two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned. He beams at Hyuk and gives him a wide if not lazy smile. "I have a puzzle for you: what's stubborn, fast, and is known for its innate homing ability via magnetoreception?"

Hint, the answer isn't a mail pigeon!

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@jeoseungsaja sent in: 🍻 + "What's the meanest thing you've done?" (Patrick and Hyuk, perhaps? If it works? C:) || unfortunately bad decisions make great stories ( ft. drunken confession meme ) || still accepting!

A laugh. And then he shakes his head. "REALLY now, Hyuk? You really don't hold back at all, do you?" It would've come out as a chuckle instead if it weren't for the one and three-fourths emptied beer bottles shimmering in the light in front of him. Patrick? Drinking? Sleeves of his button-down folded up to his elbows? An improbable scenario, especially when there's Elise ( and until a year or two ago, Hiro too ) to consider. But his old friend is in town again and Elise's attending her third ( or is it fourth, it's hard to keep count now ) sleepover for the night. So when Hyuk looks to him for a suggestion, the pub they used to frequent in their university days tumbles out of his mouth first.

He leans forward though. His cheeks are warm as he takes another sip of his beer. His tolerance over the years has lessened- back in their university days he could down a shot or two with ease and still walk the line more or less normally. Now, nearing his forties, he's tipsy from just two beer bottles. "I've never told you, have I, about how I met Hiro? The first time."

He's told himself over and over again, it's because she's younger, that he's more likely to bring up Elise rather than HIRO. It's because he's known for her for longer, played more of an active role in her life than he has for Hiro. It's only common sense.

When Patrick talks about Hiro, the earliest memory he recounts always starts from when Hiro was fourteen. That's the age most people assume Hiro was when they met.

But that's not the entire truth.

"He was ten." Hyuk, with his addled mind, can do the math. Hiro is twenty and guess what happened about ten years ago? "That day, the ACCIDENT-" he pursues his lips together for a moment. "Hiro lived in the block of flats next door to her lab. His parents were inside when it exploded. In a span of a few seconds, he lost both his parents and his home."

He takes another sip. A long one too. "He quite literally ran into me when I got there. He was trying to go back in there. Thought he could find his parents before the whole thing collapsed. I stopped him. Slapped him too- told him there was nothing to be done. If he went back in there he'd be DEAD too.

"I didn't think of much of it at the time. I assumed he would have some kind of family around who would take him in when I dropped him off with the police." This time Patrick downs the rest of the beer. The bitterness stings in his throat. "He didn't. He was put in a boys' home instead.

"Admittedly, I was too wrapped up in losing Felicity and investigating to even consider checking in on him. I might've lost Felicity, but he was a child. He just lost his family and his home without any warning. If she were here instead of me, her first priority would've been making sure Hiro was okay. Not the truth."

After all, what good does the truth do? Even if they had gotten to the center of it, it still wouldn't have brought Felicity or any of the others BACK. He leans back, hand loose around the neck of the bottle.

"He's a good person, you know Hyuk. Reminds me quite a bit of you in our uni days- witty, intelligent, passionate. Reckless too." Here he chuckles, shaking his head. "Forgive me, I couldn't help myself there. But maybe this was God's way of giving me a second chance when I found him vandalizing university property with his friends. But he was...troubled back then. Wary." Angry. "Making havoc was probably his way of getting out what he was feeling back then. But the look in his eyes- it was like he was already dead inside. He's gotten better over the years, but sometimes, it's still there."

Patrick places the bottle back on the counter with a clank. "I can't help but think, maybe if I had been there for him from the beginning or even just sooner, would he still look that way? Would he be able to put the accident to rest?" And then he turns to Hyuk with a polite, if not tired smile. After all, that's a GENTLEMAN is supposed to do. Smile, stay strong, even through the worst of times.

"Well, I suppose there's no way of knowing for sure, is there?” He raises his hand for the bartender’s attention. “Why don't we go for another round, Hyuk? This one's on me."