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Check out some snippets of my work:♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love Series:
• Every Everything Perfect
SeongJoong | GA | Words: 2,033
• Under the Blue Umbrella
SanSang | GA | Words: 2,828
• Leave Your Window Open For Me
SeongJoong | T&U | Words: 3,161
• Your Lips in Mine in The Morning
SeongJoong | T&U | Words: 2,161
• The Sweetness of An Angel's Kiss
SanSang | T&U | Words: 2,922
• The Last Goodbye
JongSang | T&U | 2 Parts | Words: 10,775
• Let Me Taste Your Salty Lips
SanSang | T&U | 4/4 Parts | Words: 7,195
• Strangers Serendipity
YunGi | GA | 2/2 Parts | Words: 3,302
• Masterpiece
SeongJoong | T&U | Words: 2,352Upcoming one-shots:
~~(posted every month on the 15th)~~
• Home Sweet Home | SanSang✑━━━━━━━━━━━♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love (+18) Series:
• Dinner Party Blues
WooSan | M | 3 Parts | Words: 4,707✑━━━━━━━━━━━˚༺☆༻˚ A Very Merry Ateezmas:
• Winter Wonderland
SeonJoong | T&U | Words: 1,617
• The Two Sizes Up Sweater
WooSan | T&U | Words: 2,702
• Ginger Cookies
JongSang | T&U | Words: 2,514
• Power's Out
YunGi | T&U | Words: 2,545
every everything perfect
(seongjoong one-shot)
Part 1 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
“I told you there was no need,” Seonghwa says as they pull behind a car, the queue for the drive-thru not a long one. He shrinks in his seat, trying to be as inconspicuous as he can, despite his height compared to his short boyfriend’s, while a slight wave of embarrassment washes over him. He’d expect this from Wooyoung, Jongho definitely, but not from Hongjoong. “Let’s go back to the dorm, Hong.”“No way, no,” Hongjoong grabs the steering wheel with both hands, brown eyes fixed on that small window where hands exchange fast food. “They messed up your order. They need to get it right.”“It’s just a burger, jagiya,” Seonghwa tries, soothingly. He puts a hand on Hongjoong’s arm to make his boyfriend look at him. “Honestly, I don’t mind.”“But I do,” Hongjoong replies, giving him a quick glance filled with something Seonghwa can’t really decipher before hitting the pedal to move forward on the queue.“Just don’t be mean, please,” Seonghwa pleads tiredly, hand dropping.Hongjoong just curtly nods before relaxing his grip on the wheel. His shoulders drop slightly as he sighs, a murmur escaping his lips as he pulls over to the window, so low Seonghwa barely catches it. “I’m not mean!”Seonghwa can only smile as he watches his boyfriend be his most polite and charming self to the poor boy at the window. Hongjoong explains the whole situation, his voice like honey with saturated delight that only makes Seonghwa blink owlishly at him.True, he did ask Hongjoong not to be mean as his temper can sometimes explode to catastrophic propositions, their poor band members having experienced Hongjoon’s wrath multiple times when he gets extremely angry. But Seonghwa was not expecting his boyfriend to just blatantly flirt with the boy. In front of him. Just like that. Unashamedly.
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under the blue umbrella
(sansang one-shot)
Part 2 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
The initial raindrop falls on the top of San's head, unexpectedly, like a tear from the clouds. It matches his spirit, the sudden shift in the atmospheric conditions mirroring the way his own mood had switched from stoked to crushed, his emotional state now a precarious one. In a way, he welcomes it as he lets another drop cling momentarily to his skin before it rolls down his temple, leaving behind a trail of wetness San doesn't dare wipe away. As a soft tap of drizzle begins to descend at increasing speed, he lets it wash away his self-induced misery, not caring one bit if he's getting soaked to the bones or if his sneakers squeak with each step he takes. After all, he's the sole person strolling through the park, braving the storm while everyone else rushes to find refuge in the security of a temporary shelter.No, San doesn't remotely care at all about any of that, for he's silently weeping alongside the rain as his chest constricts at the flash of humiliation.I'm so stupid, San thinks to himself, unconsciously kicking at a puddle that splashes around his feet. The memory of what had happened just minutes before he had left the coffee stand churns dangerously in his gut.San always considered himself a somewhat daring person, not one to run away when his emotions get the best of him. His friends always say he's too bold, sometimes a little impetuous and reckless in his temperament, often his confidence being rather exasperating. He never saw himself as anything less than curious, perhaps a little greedy when showing his emotions, clinging to others quite intensely. But he's only human, and sometimes his own emotions take a turn and all his nerve falters, his hesitancy turns into self-consciousness, and he's running away.He shrinks further into himself under his coat, trying to make himself as small as possible and hoping he'd disappear or drown in the rain.Whatever had possessed him to be so audacious this time around haunted him heavily, his entire body trembling with tension. It's not a novel feeling; the fear of being rejected, so running away from it sounded like a good idea. But now, looking back, he hates himself for being so uncertain."Ugh!" he lets out in an afflicted grunt, throwing his head up as the rain keeps on washing over him, unrelenting and cold. It feels regretful almost, like a chastising wave that seeks to cleanse his inner turmoil. The cold water infiltrates his senses as he halts his steps and closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of petrichor that partly, only partly, unknots the lump that had formed in his throat in his haste to run away.A coward, that's what San feels like. The sound of the surrounding rain begins to deafen him as the word continues to echo in his mind, a percussive that composes the wistful soundtrack of his embarrassment."You'll catch your death if you keep standing in the rain like that."
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leave your window open for me
(seongjoong one-shot)
Part 3 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
"I don't like this, Hong," Mingi whispers to Hongjoong as they quickly duck behind a large bush. His voice is barely audible over the heavy footsteps of the campus security guard echoing in close proximity.The guard's flashlight sweeps across the street, pointing at the empty space right next to their hidden place, and Hongjoong hears Mingi holding his breath. Deep down, he's also praying the guard won't catch them. And as the footsteps finally fade away, he heaves a sigh of relief and whispers, "We're safe!""We're gonna get caught!" Mingi insists, his voice faltering a little as it trembles in panic."No, we won't," Hongjoong reassures him, patting Mingi's broad shoulders calmly with an encouraging radiant smile.He carefully peers from behind the bush, eyes scanning their surroundings several times to make sure the street is ultimately empty. Satisfied that they are alone, he takes a deep breath and stands up, straightening his back and stretching his legs. Hongjoong winces as pins and needles shoot through his legs down to his feet, making his movements almost clumsy. Their position had been an awkward one, Mingi's towering presence almost giving them away despite the shrubbery's cover. As they take one tentative step away from their hiding spot, the flickering yellow light from the lamppost above them illuminates them intermittently.Mingi grunts behind him, slumping his shoulders in a failed attempt to blend in with the shadows. Hongjoong shakes his head amusedly at his friend, a soft smile on his lips. "Where's your spirit of adventure?" he asks playfully as he nudges Mingi with his elbow."In bed, actually," Mingi lets out in a muttered heavy sigh, shrugging his shoulders. His face grimaces slightly, the look in his eyes filled with longing for the comfort and warmth—and ultimately protection—of his sheets. Yet he quickly hurries after Hongjoong across the street, the shorter man's footsteps barely making a sound on the gravel. "Wait up!""Just hurry up," Hongjoong whispers back loudly, making a vague gesture before he disappears further into the shadows of the building ahead.A sudden, distant noise startles Hongjoong, his heart skipping a momentary beat. The reverberation of loud laughter echoes through the night air, carried by the breeze that caresses his sweaty forehead. As Mingi finally stumbles to his side, mouth partly opened to protest something, Hongjoong grabs his arm and opens his eyes wide in alarm and panic.
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your lips in mine in the morning
(seongjoong one-shot)
Part 4 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
Morning sun slips in through the window, the curtain dancing faintly with the soft breeze that breathes calmly in. The small dust motes sway and twirl in the air, sparkling as the golden rays of sunlight begin to filter into the bedroom, casting the walls in light and chasing away the shadows of the previous night. As Seonghwa yawns, still drowsy, stretching his weary limbs and muscles lazily on their unmade bed, Hongjoong rushes to the bathroom to get ready for another boring day.He's multitasking, brushing his teeth while typing a reply to an overdue email with one hand and one sleeve of his shirt tucked through an arm. He thanks the autocorrect of his keyboard for saving him multiple times for his typos, as his writing skills were completely incompetent that morning. As he reads through his email, a compilation of clumsy and messy chaos in the form of sentences, Seonghwa slowly gets up, his boyfriend taking his sweet time in contrast to Hongjoong's perpetual haste.He peeks quickly through the bathroom door just to witness the perfect picture of his boyfriend blinking awake, the sun casting a gilded halo around him as Seonghwa marvels at the wonders of a new day. Such vision makes him smile, his chest fluttering contentedly.Hopping from one foot to the other awkwardly, he re-enters their bedroom to put on his shoes, almost failing at such an easy task as he trips on his own feet and loses his balance. A yelp escapes his lips, and he braces himself, ready to let gravity take him over until a pair of hands secures him. Seonghwa is immediately there at his side, supporting his weight comfortably as he wraps an arm around Hongjoong's waist, the gesture making him flush slightly. He feels not only embarrassed at his own ungracefulness but also shy at the way his boyfriend is holding his waist."Morning, jagiya," is all Seonghwa says, planting a soft kiss on Hongjoong's cheek that brushes dangerously close to the corner of his lips. When he pulls away, Hongjoong's cheeks burning hot as his heart seems to hammer frantically inside his chest, Seonghwa uses the soft pad of his thumb to clean away a bit of toothpaste that Hongjoong forgot to clean."Morning," Hongjoong manages to return roughly, his breath stuck ever so lightly to his throat. He feels faintly lightheaded, fazed even as Seonghwa just chuckles softly; the sound is also a tad scratchy and definitely suggestive. It does strange things to Hongjoong's inside.
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the sweetness of an angel's kiss
(sansang one-shot)
Part 5 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
San plops his head heavily on his desk with a groan. He doesn't even care that it actually hurt his forehead; the dull ache is nothing more than a minor discomfort, welcomed even after being stuck in that godforsaken office all day. Not even the freshly made coffee his ever-attentive assistant brought in a few minutes ago has helped ease the tiredness in his weary shoulders. It has been a rather long day, and it all bore down on him; he's on the brink of just giving up, curling into a ball, and crying his frustrations out.He sighs in quiet exasperation, yearning for the comfort of his home and the presence of his boyfriend. He just wants to throw all of his endless work and reports out of the window. At that thought, he lets out another sigh, a testament to his desperation that clutches hard to his weary mind.The soft click breaks the silence of the workplace of his office door opening, but San is too worn out to even dare lift his head to peek at whomever it might be. Though San is almost sure his assistant knows better than to let anyone walk into his office unannounced, he doesn't exactly care if she ends up seeing him like that—on the verge of crying for home overwhelmed by exhaustion. If he were to be honest, it's not like that would entirely shock her; it wouldn't be the first time she had witnessed such a meltdown.The footsteps, however, are strange—heavier and definitely not feminine. By the time San knits his eyebrows together and gathers strength to lift his head from his desk, a familiar presence is already looming over him, stealing his air and invading his personal space."Hi there, pretty boy," a hand traces the harsh line of San's jaw up to his cheek, and San realises with a quiet jolt that he's dreaming or hallucinating. That touch is too real and too warm against his skin; the touch is electrifying.Through the haze of his fatigue, San can make out two pristine, beautiful brown eyes smiling benevolently down at him. It tugs at the old longing for home that gnaws at him. His heart skips an exponential beat as he recognises the ethereal features of his boyfriend, and he shakes his head to clear the despondency of his weariness."Sangie?" he manages to croak.
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winter wonderland
(seonjoong one-shot)
Part 1/4 of: ˚༺☆༻˚ A Very Merry Ateezmas
Hongjoong's peaceful sleep is abruptly shattered by a high-pitched squeal. The sound is so piercing it grinds on his ears and makes his teeth ache faintly. With a low groan, he plops his face into his pillow, burying it deeper into its softness as he hides from the bright, harsh light that streams through the window. There’s a soft chill in the air the heater didn’t thaw out during the night, and it makes him shiver, the cold winter air kissing his skin mercilessly. The comfort of Seonghwa’s warm body had vanished from his side, abandoning all of his defences to the cold. The mattress creaks in protests matching Hongjoong’s perturbation as he shifts his position.“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong grumbles, his voice muffled by the pillow. He fumbles for the duvet, pulling it over to cover his head to wrap himself away from the cold. “Come back to bed. It’s freezing.”“But Hongjoong,” his boyfriend chirps animatedly, his ecstatic tone way too cheerful for such early hours of the morning. Yet, his excitement is palpable, so it doesn’t exactly vex Hongjoong that much. “There’s snow outside. Look.”Hongjoong groans again, forcing himself to lift his face slightly, poking his head from under the warmth of his comfortable hideaway. He spasms in tiny shivers that freeze his entire spine as he squints at the bright light again. It seems like the light is harsher that morning. “What?” he manages to croak groggily, hiding a yawn.
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the two sizes up sweater
(woosan one-shot)
Part 2/4 of: ˚༺☆༻˚ A Very Merry Ateezmas
San must have drifted off.He remembers lying in bed with Wooyoung, the warmth of his arms around him as his boyfriend's chuckles echo off around the quietness of their bedroom while San recounts stories of his childhood adventures in the snow. Fond memories he shared, complemented by Wooyoung’s anecdotes that sound just as lovesome. But now he wakes up to the morning light streaming through the window, painting the room in a soft golden hue that shimmers dreamily. The sun is slowly arching in the sky, announcing a new day, and the bed feels strangely empty, cold where Wooyoung’s body usually curls in the cage of San’s warm arms.San stands up groggily with a grumble on his lips, his body protesting at the stiffness in his muscles. Usually, Wooyoung’s homeliness serves as a shelter from the cold and it normally helps San face a new day with a fresh vigour. But without him now, San feels the chilliness crawl as he stretches his arms up in the air, feeling the blood begin to circulate sluggishly in his veins. It helps thaw the coldness of the winter morning faintly. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stumbles forward, leaving the comfort of the bedroom behind and walking towards the kitchen where he knows his boyfriend is. There’s a soft anticipation building within him, some kind of solace that he knows expects him amongst the wafts of freshly brewed coffee.He reaches the kitchen doorway and halts, suspended in a daze with his breath catching in his throat. He chokes lightly at the sight that greets him inside the kitchen and his heart gives a heavy pump, flipping wildly inside his chest like a frantic drumbeat echoing in his ears. It’s as if an invisible arrow had pierced him where he stands, reigniting the flames of deep affection Cupid had once cast on him, and he was falling all over again in love with his boyfriend. Even after all these years of dating and living together as one, he still wasn’t used to the sight of complete perfection that is his boyfriend wearing one of San’s loose sweaters. And for a brief moment, San feels the need to thank his lucky star for allowing him to have such a blessing in his life.His boyfriend stands by the kitchen counter, staring out the window and completely oblivious to San’s presence by the door. San observes him, taking in the sight of his boyfriend just leisurely existing, and manages to contain a loving sigh from breaking the spell.
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power's out
(yungi one-shot)
Part 4/4 of: ˚༺☆༻˚ A Very Merry Ateezmas
“Great! The power is still out,” Mingi huffs, clicking the light switch again with a frustrated sigh. The apartment is plunged into semi-darkness, except for the flickering flames of some candles Yunho had miraculously managed to unearth from some drawer and the crackling fire sputtering in the hearth. Outside, the storm continued raging on and on with bellowing howls and rattling deluge, a crack of thunder occasionally shaking the earth. They were captive of the elements, as it were, waiting for the storm to end.While Mingi lets out another exasperated huff, Yunho savours his hot chocolate. The cinnamon flavour adds an extra layer of sweetness to the dark cocoa, the perfect balance that tastes divine. Seonghwa had been right as usual; it is the ideal blend for such a semisweet richness. The warmth from his Christmas-themed mug soothes his chilled fingertips as he stretches his long legs before him, adjusting his position comfortably on their makeshift pillow fort. The fort had been Mingi’s idea, and he had indulged his boyfriend, preferring the comfort of being cuddled than brooding over their monotony. He can feel the rush of the fire heat contrasting greatly with the icy rain that stubbornly keeps on lashing against their window, providing such a loud racket it bordered on the bothersome. Yunho observes the flames licking the logs hungrily and unhurriedly, creating a rather hypnotising warmth to which he feels attracted.“Just come and sit by the fire,” Yunho urges, peering out from their tent shelter to his boyfriend. He hears him shuffle, his footsteps muffled on the carpet, which feels like a surprising comfort in an otherwise chaotic cacophony of the outburst outside. Suddenly, Mingi’s presence fills the interior of their refuge, squeezing in as his breath fogs in the confined space between the two of them. It’s not a large pillow fort, which dwindles immensely with their towering occupancy. Still, it works to keep them warm and cosy. Mingi scoots closer to Yunho, who quickly drapes a woollen blanket over his boyfriend’s shoulders, the fabric thick but warm against his tiny shivers.“You look like you could use some warming up,” Yunho comments teasingly, handing his boyfriend his mug of hot chocolate, his mug’s design matching his, a gift from Jongho. “Here’, drink it while it’s still hot.”
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the last goodbye
(jongsang one-shot)
Part 6 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
The apartment building never looked so portentous as it does now that Jongho and Yeosang stand before it, both swaying uncomfortably in their awkwardness as the storm gathers quite alarmingly in the distance."Well, I guess this is it," Jongho says, finally breaking the stretched silence. His voice is laced with heavy disappointment mixed with sadness. The dejection burning within him is too much to bear, so he averts his gaze and looks down, focusing on nothing else but his feet. He kicks at an invisible pebble in the hope such a motion will release part of the tension on his shoulders. But it's rather futile. His nerves are on edge, his misery gnawing on him, and the prospect of parting ways with Yeosang is laden with despair."Yeah, I guess you're right," Yeosang replies in a hushed whisper hanging heavily in the air. He then lets out an almost imperceptible sigh that doesn't go unnoticed by Jongho.Jongho’s heart constricts lightly, a soft and lenient pound that feels dangerous on the cage of his ribs. It's a familiar sensation—a suffocating pressure of hopelessness that threatens to overtake his senses."So, hum…" Jongho starts again, but his voice falters like a dying flame snuffed out by the evening breeze and his words get lost in the empty vortex that is slowly beginning to engulf him portentously. There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to share, but he can't seem to form the sentences. It’s almost as if his tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth and as if all the melancholy of the world has settled down on him, heavy and gloomy and leaving him strained.
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dinner party blues
(woosan one-shot)
Part 1 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love (+18)
NOTE: This one-shot isn't that explicit but it has themes and mentions that can be of mature content and imply some sexual matters. If you aren't 18+ or don't feel comfortable with semi-sexual content, please refrain from reading this one-shot.
Thank you :)
San shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to shrink further and make himself as small as possible despite his imperious bearing. The dim light helps conceal his presence, swallowing him whole and offering a small sliver of anonymity in the sea of unfamiliar faces. He stifles a yawn and wonders, for the millionth time that night, just how on earth he had allowed Hongjoong to convince him to attend the dreadful dinner party when he isn't even part of his musical business.He glances at his watch and feels a slight surprise as he realises the time has barely moved on, had barely passed. What do you mean it's still only 9 PM? To San, it feels like the dinner party has been going on for hours now, dragging endlessly on, yet it has barely been one hour since he arrived. Another yawn escapes his lips, the weight of a long and rather tiring day finally catching up to him mercilessly.The commotion of chatter and laughter, punctuated by the soft hum of a classical piece of music drifting from the speakers spread through the apartment, vibrates around him in waves of uneasiness. Typically, San is very sociable, able to strike up a conversation easily, and politely shows enough interest in any topic brought up to make an impression. Tonight, however, his spirit is rather off, and his mood is dampened by fatigue. The chit-chat of others is nothing more than background noise, a drone he can't seem to focus on or let it penetrate his thoughts. So his mind wanders, drifting back to the events that had led him to this precise moment. He finds himself beginning to hate the fact that he's a people-pleaser, rapidly agreeing to Hongjoong's invitation without considering all available information and thinking it through.And now he regrets his decision.The only people he knows at the part are Hongjoong and his fiancé, Seonghwa, and both of them had been dragged away from San to mingle with important people within their music branch. And, so far, San had managed to sneak away and avoid further introductions; the prospect of small talk with strangers was rather exhausting—the first tedious conversation had been enough to have San lurking in the shadows with a glass of vodka in hand and avoid people.
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let me taste your salty lips
(sansang one-shot)
Part 7 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
The action movie blares on the big screen with a cacophony of explosions, screeching tyres, gunshots, and rapid-fire edits with flashes that hurt the eyes. The soundtrack, a bombastic blend of orchestral crescendos and hardcore guitar riffs, vibrates through the theatre and rings in Yeosang's ears. It competes with the din of the few people scattered through the cinema; the session was almost empty. He knows it's a movie about a dangerous and daring heist, punctuated by another storyline about a blooming romance that somehow is the main motivator for the main character, his strength to fight amongst the chaos.Overall, it's a typical blockbuster movie. But Yeosang's attention isn't on the movie; it's entirely elsewhere but on the film rolling before his eyes. Though he is staring back at the screen, his attention is entirely focused on the arm casually dropped around his shoulders. He's too aware of the warm hand that rests lightly on his bicep, creating soft patterns with its fingertips and occasionally squeezing ever so lightly, gently even to imperceptibly tug him closer.Even though Yeosang was the one to choose the movie for their date, he was completely lost in the moment. Whatever the plot is, it fades into the background as he's too conscious of the physical presence sitting next to him. San's touch sends a dangerous chill down his spine, an avalanche of emotions crossing his entire being in a mix of apprehension and excitement to even nervousness. He's slightly lightheaded even, not sure of what to do, what to think, or how to approach and navigate such intimate touches. All he wants to do is lean into the touch, close the distance between them, snuggle into San's arms, and bask in his warmth in the rather chilly cinema. At least he thinks his jitters are due to the air conditioner, not his shyness.
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strangers' serendipity
(yungi one-shot)
Part 8 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
Mingi’s heart flutters lightly in his chest at the sight of the stranger on the other side of the platform. The distance isn’t that considerable between them, which makes Mingi notice the little crease between the other man’s eyebrows, focused as he is on the book in his hands. He busies his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration and slowly turns the page, a little eager to continue his story. And Mingi just observes him, lips curling into a gentle smile, for he’s endeared at the stranger’s bearing. Occasionally, the stranger scans the underground, looking at the tunnel before returning to his reading. Such a simple act, a gesture that someone else wouldn't even pay attention to, discarding it as natural. Yet Mingi finds himself charmed by it.The stranger's style is an odd blend of casual with some sophisticated touches that give him quite a unique appearance. A rather soft one, if Mingi were to describe it. He's wearing a simple yet oversized sweater, layered beneath an elegant black blazer. It gives him a rather refined look, in Mingi’s opinion. A pair of worn, baggy jeans with some comfortable sneakers complete the look, creating the comfortable side of his outfit. The other man’s hair is short, previously combed back, for some stubborn strands have fallen forward to frame his sharp jaw. Mingi sees him brush them away as he runs his fingers through his hair. Next to him on the bench, a stylish bag matching his blazer’s colour, and from it dangles a playful puppy plush keychain.Mingi can’t help but steal one more glance towards him, enthralled by the other man’s presence. He appreciates how he seems to carry himself, with what appears to be an easy grace that shows a confidence that Mingi could only envy. He’s completely aware of his own awkwardness, self-conscious enough of how intimidating he usually appears to others, and how fierce he’s perceived by strangers, even if inaccurately. The first impression people often have of him is that of someone tough and harsh when, in reality, he’s actually moderate, even if unpolished. Still, there’s an aura of repose around the stranger that pulls him in, almost to the point of being tangible, a serenity that he exudes that makes him appear almost untouchable. And Mingi finds himself rather drawn to it. He wants to know what it’s like to be so at ease, at peace with oneself, with no diffidence afflicting his mind and weighing down on his confidence.
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masterpiece
(seongjoong one-shot)
Part 9 of: ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ Idiots in Love
To Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s body wasn’t merely a simple subject for his art; it was art itself.The smooth lines of his every perfect curve, the soft slope of his shoulders held high in mighty concentration, and the tantalising dip of his hips projected a dangerous sense of fluid grace that was alluring as well as distracting. His plush lips, pouting in a calm sense of serenity, seemed to beckon a stolen kiss, one that Hongjoong found to be the very definition of muted desire. But it was the unfathomable depth of his dark eyes that Hongjoong couldn’t seem to escape, lost in that pull that threatened to swallow him whole. And as he guided his brush, light as a feather, over the honey skin that broke up on soft goosebumps, leaving streaks of colour along its passage, Hongjoong couldn’t seem to escape the exquisiteness of the man standing before him, wanting nothing more than to revere it deeply.Seonghwa stood perfectly still, frozen in his quiet stance with a simple sheet strategically draped over the lower part of his body, not exactly leaving much to the imagination. It concealed the many secrets Hongjoong had the chance to discover, the sole provider of subtle, tiny purplish marks adorning the skin he was painting so diligently. Seonghwa’s torso, exposed under the gilded glow of the sunlight filtered through the studio’s high windows, was Hongjoong’s canvas for the day. Each golden ray that touched Seonghwa’s skin exploded in a kaleidoscope of glitter, a unique display brought to life by Seonghwa’s mere presence and essence.To Hongjoong, a painter whose work was mostly seen as peculiar in a world made out of nothing but cold thought and heartless machines, he had found the perfect canvas in his partner’s body.
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