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i have decided to bring an old muse back from 2023 ! i will be there but read rules please but he is found @puckboi

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i have decided to bring an old muse back from 2023 ! i will be there but read rules please but he is found @puckboi

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i miss writing, i wish i wasnt working 😒

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i'm moving to morning shift tomorrow so i will be trying to ACTUALLY WRITE AGAIN it has been a busy month 🤭

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HEESEUNG ‘DESIRE UNLEASH’ Concept Film (MINE Ver.)

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             hand  moving  past  the  fabric  and  down  south,  touching  her  soft  skin,  a  finger  brushing  over  her  clit  and  inside  her  folds,  feeling  the  wetness  of  her  that  was  caused  by  him.  a  groan  leaves  him  the  way  her  lips  were  pressing  against  his  jaw,  which  was  driving  him  insane.  ❛  fuck  ..  you  are  so  wet  baby.  ❜  the  word  rolls  out  of  tongue  easily,  like  it  belonged  there.  ❛  i  want  you  so  bad.  ❜  his  head  tilts  enough  to  capture  her  lips  to  kiss  her  hungrier,  while  his  finger  was  flicking  and  rubbing  against  her,  slowly  slipping  inside  her.  

             she  was  so  fucking  tight.

 finger  slow,  pushing  and  pulling  to  feel  the  tightness  around  his  finger.  ❛  i  want  to  taste  you.  ❜  parting  away  from  the  kiss  enough  to  look  at  her,  giving  her  a  lazy  smirk,  then  starting  to  move  down  south  and  off  her,  just  to  lower  himself  enough  so  he  was  low  enough  so  he  could  be  pulling  her  underwear  down  to  expose  her  right  in  front  of  him.  the  view  pretty  and  inviting  to  him.  he  looks  down  at  the  sight  and  then  back  at  her.  ❛  you  are  so  beautiful.  ❜  lowering  himself,  enough  to  flip  her  skirt  up  and  his  arms  curling  around  her  thighs  to  pull  her  down.  ❛  have  you  ever  been  eaten  out  before  ?  ❜  he  asks,  and  leans  in,  pressing  a  kiss  against  her  skin,  soft,  sweet.  then  running  his  tongue  between  the  folds.  which  causes  him  to  smile,  so  so  tasty.  

 licking  between  her  folds  again,  just  to  do  it  continuesly  now.  smiling  how  her  walls  were  moving  the  way  he  was  licking  her,  his  lips  brushing  against  her  too,  making  sure  to  lick  over  her  clit  and  then  his  tongue  slips  inside  her,  making  sure  to  fuck  her  with  his  tongue.  no  fingers  needed  when  his  tongue  was  doing  all  the  work.

            speed-running  through  life's  milestones—  that's  exactly  what  it  felt  like  with  haneul.  yet  not  a  single  complaint  left  her  lips.  if  she  was  fast-tracking  through  every  chapter,  she  was  glad  it  was  with  him,  and  him  alone.  typically,  moments  like  these  came  with  caution,  a  gradual  warming  up  to  intimacy  to  sharing  sacred  parts  of  oneself.  but  with  haneul,  dahee  felt  no  such  need.  the  more  time  they  spent  wrapped  up  in  each  other’s  orbit,  the  more  effortlessly  she  fell  into  rhythm  with  him.  maybe  it  was  the  visions  ?  those  strange  glimpses  of  what  felt  like  another  life  entirely  where  they'd  already  done  this  dance  before.  but  those  musings  faded  into  static  compared  to  the  thought  that  now  pulsed  loudest  in  her  mind . .

            and  that  was  just  how  badly  she  wanted  haneul.

 in  every  possible  sense  of  the  word.  presence  alone  wasn’t  cutting  it  anymore  .  .  not  when  his  hands  were  mapping  her  out,  not  when  she  could  taste  the  heat  of  his  desire  with  every  kiss.  and  when  he  whispered,  ‘  i  want  you  ’,  it  lit  her  up  from  the  inside  out.  “  you  can  do  whatever  you  want.  ”  whether  it  was  dahee  speaking  or  not,  it  didn’t  matter.  they  were  in  sync,  craving  the  same  thing,  to  fully  live,  to  fully  feel,  to  experience  everything  with  each  other.  "  i  trust  you.  "  the  words  tumbled  out  like  a  sacred  vow,  her  eyes  never  leaving  his,  fingers  ghosting  down  his  arm  to  guide  his  hand  with  purpose,  her  legs  gently  unwrapping  from  around  his  waist  as  if  to  say  go  ahead.

 and  now,  it  was  her  turn.  lips  trailing  soft  kisses  along  his  jawline,  her  body  arching  toward  his  warmth  with  a  breathy  whine.  hips  lifting  with  silent  plea,  a  teasing  smile  tugging  at  her  lips  as  she  whispers,  " do  you  feel  it  now  ?  "

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♡ 250511 HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAHEE !

 though  happy  feels  too  small  a  word  for  what  i  wish  you.  i  have  loved  you  in  ways  this  world  doesn't  have  words  for.  in  lives  that  came  before  this  one,  where  our  names  were  different,  but  out  hearts  still  knew  the  way  back  to  each  other.  i  have  held  you  beneath  starts  that  don't  shine  here.  i  have  lost  you  in  wars  i  can't  remember  and  found  you  again  in  coffee  shops  and  classrooms  and  in  the  quiet  between  moments.  every  lifetime,  we  find  our  way  back  and  this  one,  this  one  with  you  feels  like  softest  kind  of  home.

 you, dahee,  are  a  thousands  sunsets  i  never  deserve  to  witness.  you  are  every  poem  i  tried  to  write  before  i  met  you  and  every  breath  since.  you  have  taught  me  what  it  means  to  be  seen,  truly,  deeply  and  still loved.  not  in  spite  of  my  darkness,  but  through  it.  because  of  it.  you  laugh  and  teh  world  tilts  in  your  direction.  you  speak  and  my  heart  remembers  the  sound.  even  now,  i  don't  think  i  can  ever  love  you  enough,  but  i  promise  i  will  spend  every  vision  of  forever  trying.

 so  here's  to  you

 to  your  light,  your  chaos,  your  sharp  wit  and  softer  heart.  to  another  year  of  becoming  everything  you  already  are.

 i'm  so  lucky.  in  this  life,  and  all  the  ones  before.  and  i'll  keep  loving  you  until  the  stars  burn  out.

 happy  birthday,  dahee.  you  are  always  my  beginning  and  my  homecoming.

 forever  yours,  haneul.

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[EN-CORE] ‘ROMANCE : UNTOLD -daydream-’ EP.1

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i'm starting work tomorrow so i will go being dead even more dead with writing until i get used to everything again. i hope you all are having a good day !!

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             almost  choking  on  his  own  laughter  when  she  brought  up  the  bone  dance.  ❛  no  ..  way.  ❜  staring  at  her  like  she  had  just  reminded  him  of  something  from  the  past.  ❛  the  fibula  is  next,  according  to  my  text  ..  are  you  seriously  hitting  me  with  that  now  ?  ❜  grin  only  widening  as  she  sang  it  effortlessly,  like  it  has  been  waiting  in  her  memory  for  this  exact  moment.  honesly,  he  was  kind  of  impressed.  the  dramatic  finger  click  ?  the  perfect  timing  with  the  barista  ?  the  fact  she  paid  mid  song  like  it  was  a  broadway  number  ?  iconic.

 leaning  an  elbow  on  the  counter,  one  brow  raised  in  judgment.  ❛  okay,  i  take  it  back.  television  is  educational.  you  clearly  passed  anatomy  with  flying  colors  thanks  to  hannah  montana.  ❜  he  reached  for  his  drink  just  as  she  called  him  mr.  tutor,  eyes  narrowing  playfully  as  if  offended.  ❛  wow,  not  the  formal  title.  you  trying  to  age  me  ?  ❜  a  second  passed  as  he  took  a  sip,  hot,  because  of  course  he  ordered  it  hot.  ❛  nah,  i  didn't  skip  anything.  just  ..  didn't  waste  time,  i  guess.  always  knew  what  i  wanted  to  do  and  i'm  not  that  much  older.  what  are  you  ..  like  ?  nineteen  with  chaos  in  your  bloodstream  ?  ❜

 he  caught  the  way  she  froze  mid  sip,  eyes  wide  with  a  brain  freeze  crisis,  and  smirked.  ❛  that's  karma.  ❜  as  they  started  to  head  outside  with  their  coffees,  he  followed  along  casually,  one  hand  tucked  in  his  jacket  pocket.  ❛  i  do  study  in  the  library,  yeah.  shocker,  right  ?  but  i'm  not  opposed  to  ..  alternative  locations.  as  long  as  you  don't  start  singing  the  skeletal  system  in  the  middle  of  campus  again.  ❜  glancing  toward  bench  near  a  cluster  of  trees.  ❛  so,  what's  it  gonna  be  ?  sunbathing  with  a  textbook,  or  library  dungeon  vibes  ith  me  glaring  over  your  shoulder  while  you  try  to  look  busy  ?  ❜

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚                       pfft —- did he just try and flick his hair ? didn’t quite have the same voluptuous l’oréal kinda advertisement to it ! ❛ oh my god , bones snapping ?! do not —- ❜ a shiver ran down her spine at the mere thought of it . perhaps she should listen a little more in theory ? especially with the dance moves they’d been d e m o n s t r a t i n g recently ; nearly coughed up a lung with the warm up last sesh !

a gasp as she remembered something , ❛ do you remember the bone dance from hannah montana ? ❜ was it even aired over here ? she’d travelled around a lot when she was younger . clicking her fingers as though waiting for a beat —- she reminisced the lyrics , ( albeit in english ) ❛ the fibula is next , according to my text . then comes the tibia .. that ain’t no fibi —- ah .. by card please ! ❜ she drifted off in a perfect harmony as the barista asked how she wished to pay . the satisfying beep had her turning back to her tutor sheepishly . ❛ see ; watching telly can make you learn things ! ❜

the audacity on this girl .

❛ so , mr tutor ! ❜ oh god .. ❛ you look like you’re about my age —- so , did you skip a few grades with that super smart brain of yours ? ❜ as they were handed their coffees , she took a sip through the straw having opted for the iced option . brain freeze almost immediately making her pause and look like she was going through it ; ( she was ) . ❛ where do you usually study ? the library .. i’ve heard that supposed to be a good place —- ❜ proof she’d never stepped foot in there , ❛ or we can lap up this glorious sunshine and sunbath .. uhm , i mean , study really hard ! ❜

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             ❛  you  say  that  like  it's  normal  to  live  a  horror  movie.  ❜  he  muttered,  though  the  corner  of  his  mouth  curled  with  something  between  amusement  and  wariness.  ❛  most  people  just  watch  them  from  behind  a  blanket.  you  ?  you  are  out  there  collecting  cursed  objects  and  chasing  shadows  like  it's  your  day  job.  ❜  he  paused,  tilting  his  head  slighty.  ❛  actually  ..  it  is  your  day  job.  ❜  a  short  laugh  left  him,  dry  and  sharp.  ❛  which  is  probably  why  your  idea  of    "  not  scary  "  is  the  exact  moment  everyone  else  would  be  running  for  their  lives.  ❜  then,  after  a  beat,  he  leaned  in  just  a  little  closer,  voice  dropping  with  a  hint  of  mock  suspicion.    ❛  so  tell  me,  horror  movie  man,  how  many  times  have  you  actually  screamed  off  camera  ?  be  honest.  ❜

there was a chuckle that fell past his lips. ❝ it does offend me. because i've lived it. ❞ he responded. ❝ with what i do for a living, now that's a damn horror movie. ❞ he pointed out. a lot of it was filmed -- some of it was cut out because it was footage that didn't show anything at all, unfortunately. ❝ no, but seriously. it's not scary at all. it's far from it. ❞

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              ❛  that's  a  lot  of  accusations  for  someone  who  just  called  me  helpful.  ❜  he  mentions,  lips  twitching  at  the  corners  before  he  let  the  smirk  show  fully.  ❛  first  of  all,  you  did  say  it  out  loud.  you  were  mumbling  at  your  desk  like  a  sleep  deprived  ghost.  i  just  happened  to  be  haunting  the  same  office.  ❜  he  leaned  back  slightly,  arms  crossing  over  his  chest.  ❛  and  no,  i'm  not  five  hundred  years  old.  i  just  have  patience.  and  maybe  a  masochistic  streak,  considering  i  voluntarily  read  eighteen  essays  about  michelangelo's  david.  ❜

 her  words  about  him  being  weird  didn't  sting  if  anything,  they  made  him  chuckle.  her  honesty  was  like  a  cracked  open  window  in  an  otherwise  too  quiet  room.  refreshing.  ❛  you  think  i'm  weird,  but  you  are  the  one  who  passed  out  in  your  own  lesson  plans  like  a  cartoon  character.  if  anyone's  from  another  century,  it's  you.  ❜  his  tone  softened  a  little  at  the  end,  warmth  breaking  through  the  sarcasm.  ❛  but  ..  you  are  welcome.  for  the  help.  just  don't  go  crying  into  the  essays  again.  paper  cuts  are  brutal.  ❜  he  finally  lifted  his  drink,  tilting  it  toward  her  in  a  lazy  toast.  ❛  to  weird  people  and  surviving  another  week  without  throwing  a  book  at  a  student.  ❜

Areum didn't really drink much unless there was a family or professional gathering she had to attend out of obligation. For her to drink a few shots just to drink, it didn't take long for her to get a little tispy.

"You--" She pointed right at Hanuel even though he was sitting right across from her, informal speech a little too loud. "You're weird. How can you know I passed out three times in last month? I didn't say that out loud did I? You read minds or something or...and who can grade that many boring essays about renaissance literature that easily? Like...are you even a literature TA? No one is that good unless they lived five hundred years ago or something...no one's that smart." Though a little too relaxed to really care about the answer, she took another drink, just happy to finally be out of the assistant offices. "I don't care that you're weird, by the way. You helped..."

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i miss hyunwoo

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             he  had  always  been  good  at  keeping  himself  together,  even  when  the  world  was  against  him,  but  with  dahee  it  felt  different,  like  he  couldn't  control  himself,  like  he  couldn't  keep  hands  to  himself,  needing  and  wanting  to  feel  and  taste  every  inch  of  her  being.  the  way  she  kissed  him,  how  she  sounded,  how  she  was  moving  against  him,  made  something  spark  in  him,  like  he  couldn't  get  enough.

 when  her  teeth  tugged  at  his  bottom  lip,  his  lip  pulls  low  just  enought  from  a  groan  escape  his  throat  and  one  hand  moving  to  her  hips,  gripping  onto  it  roughly.  ❛  you  make  me  go  crazy.  ❜  his  voice  rushed,  whispering  as  if  he  was  trying  to  hold  himself  back,  just  to  see  how  much  he  could  be  fighting  his  urges.  kissing  her  again,  rougher,  needier  like  he  was  losing  his  patience.  

             he  wanted  her  so  bad.

 hand  moving  from  her  hip,  enough  to  let  fingers  push  underneath  the  hem  of  her  shirt.  needing  to  touch  her  skin,  it  felt  warm  and  soft  under  his  rough  skin.  ❛  i  want  you.  ❜  he  says,  his  lips  brushing  over  hers  again,  but  soon  finding  himself  kissing  on  her  neck.  wanting  to  feel  her  blood  in  his  mouth  again,  wanting  to  bite  her  neck  but  he  knows  he  shouldn't.  so  instead,  he  let's  his  lips  work  on  the  skin.  ❛  can  i  touch  you  ?  ❜  he  asks,  always  a  gentleman  when  it  comes  to  things.  his  hand  moves,  downwards  this  time,  over  the  hem  and  down  south,  wanting  to  feel  if  she  was  as  turned  on  as  he  was.

            his  words  were  pure  melody  to  her  ears,  the  way  he  said  her  name  like  it  was  something  precious,  something  meant  only  for  him  to  speak.  “  you  do  the  same  for  me  .  .  ”  she  murmurs,  simple  and  sincere,  her  voice  soft  with  wonder.  there  was  a  sweetness  to  it  all  that  made  her  feel  like  she  could  dissolve  right  then  and  there,  swept  away  by  the  moment.  though  it  might’ve  looked  like  they  were  fast-tracking  something  fragile,  to  her,  they  were  simply  catching  up  to  a  story  already  written—  even  though  it  wasn’t  exactly  her,  dahee  knew  now  that  it  was  shared  memories  with  someone  that  looked  like  her.  

            she  felt  like  she’d  been  waiting  centuries  for  this.

 her  eyes  widened  slightly  as  her  back  hit  the  familiar  plush  mattress  of  her  ,  the  soft  thud  grounding  her  in  the  here  and  now.  she  lay  there,  breath  caught  between  her  ribs,  anticipation  buzzing  in  her  veins  as  haneul  leaned  in  once  more  to  claim  her  lips.  this  time,  she  met  him  halfway  .  .  eager,  sure,  but  she’s  thrown  caution  to  the  wind  at  this  point.  her  arms  loop  around  his  neck  again,  holding  on  like  she’d  never  want  to  let  go.

 “  mmh,  ”  she  breathes  into  the  kiss,  the  sound  low  and  genuine.  everything  felt  startlingly  effortless,  with  instinct  was  guiding  her  step  by  step.  it  didn’t  feel  like  her  first  time,  more  like  something  that  had  been  waiting  dormant  inside  her,  awakened  the  moment  his  blood  touched  her  lips.  it  was  second  nature.  so  when  she  felt  him  press  down  against  her,  the  response  was  immediate.  her  legs  wrapped   around  his  waist  in  invitation,  cheeks  flushing  with  boldness.  and  then,  giving  in  to  one  of  the  many  fantasies  she’d  replayed  in  her  head—  she  caught  his  bottom  lip  between  her  teeth,  tugging  gently,  her  hips  shifting  up  the  bed  to  meet  him  with  even  more  urgency.

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              the  way  she  climbed  onto  his  lap,  his  arms  wrap  around  her,  one  hand  more  towards  her  behind,  lips  moving  like  he  couldn't  get  enough  of  her,  having  dahee  this  close  he  could  feel  the  rush  of  blood,  hunger,  lust  and  love  ;  all  at  once.  ❛  you  drive  me  insane.  ❜  he  mumbled  against  her  lips  between  kisses,  his  voice  was  soft,  hoarse.  his  head  felt  like  it  was  spinning.  breaking  the  kiss  just  to  look  up  at  her.  ❛  you  have  no  idea  what  you  do  to  me,  dahee.  ❜

 her  name  left  her  lips  like  it  belonged  there,  like  he  had  said  it  before  with  feelings  and  maybe  it  was  that  way,  maybe  it  had  happened  before  in  the  past.  he  had  waited  for  her  forever  and  he  would  do  it  again  just  to  have  her  in  his  arms  again.  this  felt  like  a  dream  to  him,  a  dream  he  didn't  want  to  wake  up  from.  god,  dreams  didn't  look  at  you  that  way  the  way  dahee  was  there.

 ❛  god  ..  you  are  so  beautiful.  ❜  he  says,  sneaky  hands  moving  along  her  sides  to  take  a  hold  there  and  with  a  quick  movement,  he  moves  on  the  bed  to  have  her  right  underneath  him,  him  now  hovering  atop  and  looking  down  at  her.  ❛  i  can't  stop  looking  at  you,  feeling  you  or  kissing  you.  ❜  leaning  down,  lips  pressing  to  hers  again,  soft,  sweet  that  were  soon  turning  into  hunger.  his  lower  half  comes  to  press  down  to  get  more  pressure,  to  feel  more  of  her.  a  soft  groan  leaves  his  lips  and  into  her  mouth.  

              was  she  feeling  the  same  as  he  did  ?

            even  just  being  in  his  arms,  dahee  could  feel  the  swell  of  emotions  rushing  through  her.  it  felt  real  .  .  undeniably  so.  it  felt  right  in  a  way  that  defied  logic  or  explanation.  there  was  something  about  haneul's  presence  that  tugged  at  her  soul  with  an  invisible  string,  a  magnetic  pull  she  couldn't  begin  to  explain.  and  for  a  fleeting  second,  she  thought  he  might  bite  her  again,  her  breath  catching  in  anticipation,  only  to  feel  a  flicker  of  disappointment  when  he  didn't.

 as  they  both  pulled  apart,  the  sincerity  in  his  eyes  hit  her  hard,  her  lips  quirking  into  a  soft  smile  as  she  nodded  with  fervor,  "  yes,  i  want  you  to  repeat  them  .  .  "  hearing  those  words  echo  inside  her  mind  was  one  thing,  but  hearing  them  spoken  aloud,  in  his  voice,  did  something  else  entirely  to  her.  something  that  made  her  heart  soar,  like  it  was  about  to  burst  from  her  chest  and  fly  away.  "  m-mhm,  you  can.  "  dahee  had  admired  haneul  from  a  distance,  often  the  unknowing  star  of  her  daydreams.  she  had  imagined  this  moment  countless  times,  spinning  fantasies  about  how  her  first  kiss  might  unfold—  but  to  live  it  with  haneul  ?  it  truly  was  a  dream  come  true.

 when  his  lips  pressed  against  hers,  she  inhaled  sharply,  the  moment  swallowing  her  whole,  wrapped  in  his  scent  that  now  felt  as  addictive  as  his  blood  had  tasted  .  .  sweet,  alluring,  and  dangerous.  instinct  took  the  reins  as  her  lips  moved  against  his  with  an  eager  rhythm,  matching  the  rush  in  her  veins.  like  a  moth  to  flame,  she  leaned  closer,  arms  slipping  around  his  neck  to  pull  him  tighter,  maintaining  the  electric  kiss.  with  her  eyes  shut  and  heart  thundering,  she  tilted  her  head  slightly  to  deepen  it,  letting  herself  be  carried  away  by  the  adrenaline  of  the  feed  and  the  euphoria  of  the  kiss.  without  a  second  thought,  she  shifted  onto  the  bed,  climbing  onto  his  lap  to  face  him  fully,  her  body  moving  as  if  it  had  a  mind  of  its  own.  she  didn't  think  to  pause  for  air,  as  there  was  nothing  else  she  wanted  more  than  to  stay  lost  in  this  moment.

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              he  couldn't  help  but  grin  at  the  way  her  voice  sounded  with  that  playful  energy.  it  was  contagious,  really,  and  he  found  himself  liking  the  sound  of  her  laugh  more  than  he  expected.  it  was  light,  unguarded,  and  made  the  corners  of  his  mouth  would  curl  up  without  effort.  her  reactions  ?  adorable.  but  the  honesty  in  her  gaze  when  she  looked  at  him  ?  that  hit  a  little  different.  

 ❛  i  mean,  i  do  try  to  stay  humble.  ❜  he  teased,  glancing  at  her  with  a  raised  brow  and  a  smug  little  smirk  that  didn’t  quite  hide  the  glint  of  appreciation  in  his  eyes.  ❛  but  if  you  are  gonna  say  it  so  sweetly,  who  am  i  to  stop  you  ?  ❜  letting  the  breeze  stir  through  his  hair,  sakura  petals  drifting  down  like  lazy  confetti.

 the  compliment  about  his  own  flattery  earned  her  a  dramatic  sigh.  ❛  what  can  i  say  ?  i'm  a  man  of  many  talents,  making  you  blush  just  happens  to  be  my  favorite  one  tonight.  ❜  eyes  following  her  line  of  sight  to  the  falling  petals.  the  calm  in  her  voice,  that  soft  shift,  it  tugged  at  something  quieter  in  him.  ❛  easily  distracted  ?  ❜  he  repeats,  pretending  to  be  offended  as  his  hand  clutched  at  his  chest.  ❛  i  prefer  selectively  attentive.  ❜  then,  without  missing  a  beat,  he  looked  right  at  her,  smirk  sharpening  ever  so  slightly.  ❛  especially  when  what's  in  front  of  me  is  a  very  pretty  distraction.  ❜

       "  as  am  i  ~  "   voice  soft  as  she  spoke,  a  laughter  soon  interrupting  it  due  to  the  dramatic  flex  homme  made.   "  oooh  !!  "   hyping  haneul  on  with  an  amused  glint  sparkling  in  her  eyes,  loving  how  easily  this  guy  was  making  her  feel   ;   blind  dates  was  so  foreign  to  her,  so  the  fact  that  male  was  this  openly  joking  and  striking  up  conversation  made  miyeon  so  much  more  at  ease.  eyes  flickered  over  haneul's  side  profile,  sharp  nose  and  finding  herself  smiling  subtly.   "  you  definitely  aren't  ugly  but,  i  do  think  you  already  know  this.  "   honesty  in  her  voice  and  that's  when  he  showcases  the  power  he  beholds  in  flustering  her  within  span  of  seconds,  feeling  her  heart  beat  rising  rapidly  in  her  chest.   "  there's  just  never  ending  compliments  coming  from  you,  eh  ?  "   gaze  moved  away  to  allow  herself  to  calm  down  a  little  bit,  instead  focusing  on  the  pretty  sakura's  surrounding  them,  loving  how  peacefully  the  petals  seemed  to  falls  slowly.   "  so  you're  easily  distracted,  is  that  it  ?  "   hint  of  mischief  as  pearly  whites  is  seen  capturing  bottom  lip  in  an  almost  sheepish  manner.

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             he  didn't  say  anything  right  away,  just  kept  his  eyes  on  the  moon  for  a  second  longer,  long  enough  to  let  the  quiet  settle  around  them,  soft  and  heavy  like  the  night  air.  he  heard  the  murmur,  though.  barely  above  the  breeze,  but  unmistakable.  something  in  sieun's  voice  always  gave  him  pause  when  it  dropped  like  that,  less  armor,  more  truth.

 ❛  you  would  be  surprised  what  i  don't  mind.  ❜  he  finally  replied,  tone  low,  like  he  didn't  want  to  disturb  the  stillness  between  them  too  much.  his  gaze  dropped  to  sieun's  hands  again,  eyes  narrowing  slightly.  not  in  judgment,  just  the  kind  of  quiet  concern  that  didn't  need  naming  anymore.  ❛  they  probably  did.  you  just  always  make  sure  to  finish  it,  don't  you.  ❜  the  shoulder  bump  broke  the  moment  enough  to  earn  a  short  breath  of  laughter  from  him,  half  a  scoff,  half  genuine  amusement.  ❛  you  say  that  like  it's  a  shocking  revelation.  ❜  he  tilted  his  head,  letting  the  smirk  curve  slow  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  ❛  guess  you  will  just  have  to  live  with  the  horrifying  truth.  i  don't  hate  you.  ❜  a  beat,  then  with  a  mock  grimace.  ❛  tragic,  really.  ❜

sieun watches the other take in the moon , a part of him wonders what haneul thinks of it , if he regards it with the same admiration that sieun does . as a child he was obsessed with the sky , with the spray of white on a canvas of a rich black , constellations memorized ( EVEN TO THIS DAY HE COULD POINT THEM OUT . ) , the moon a brilliant lantern in the sky : guiding those lost. again , his eyes catch the monument shining in their sky . " i don't think that's so bad " . it's a murmur , soft around the edges : something softer than he means to say .

he sees it when hanuel shifts his gaze to his hands , bloodied , and he self consciously flexes them , numbing the soreness . " how do you know they didn't start it huh ? " a single eyebrow raises in his challenge , if that's what you want to call it . by now , his friend is probably used to the rough state he's been left in more times than he can count ; something that's merely a side effect of the jobs he takes . in a way it's his own fault . he knocks his shoulder into haneul's , mirth leaking from him in the form of a smirk , " careful , i might get the idea that you actually like me "