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mine forever

pairing: onew/jinki rating: r words: 2,325 warnings: death, lotsa death, creepy shit too (also no proofreading lmao) summary: jinki makes sure jonghyun is his forever (au) notes: something i wrote for @taketaemtoyourleader‘s jonghyun crop top challenge. judge me!!

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Jinki rested his cheek on his palm, his eyes scanning the menu idly as he tried to figure out what he wanted to eat. He wasn’t really that hungry, but he wanted to get out of his apartment for a bit. It was far too lonely and empty, and Jinki didn’t enjoy being alone with nothing but his own thoughts. He sighed and closed the menu, resting it against the table as he sat up and looked around the restaurant. It was small and there were only a few people there, that was why Jinki liked this place really. As he eyed the area, his eyes landed on a young man at a booth across the way from him.

His smile was big and happy, nose wrinkled and scrunching up slightly from just how big his smile was. His dark brown hair was swept back underneath a wide rim hat, but Jinki’s eyes were on his stomach. His shirt was pushed up to show his toned stomach and he was obviously joking around with his friends, but he couldn’t stop staring. It was a goofy yet beautiful sight and Jinki was desperate to see more of it. But before he could, he pushed his shirt down and his friends stood, all of them making their way to the door. Jinki swallowed and stood up quickly, watching as they made their way closer and closer to him. When they were only a few feet away from them, Jinki cleared his throat and walked over, putting on a bright smile and holding out his hand.

“Hello, I’m Jinki.” The man in the hat blinked in confusion before returning the smile and shaking his hand.

“Jonghyun.”

The floor creaked quietly as the heavy boots pressed against them, the footsteps slow and steady as he held the bags of food in his arms. He held his key between his teeth and hummed a happy tune to himself as he walked down the hall, eyes scanning the numbers on the doors until he finally saw his own. He carefully sat the bags down on the floor and dropped the key into his palm, catching it quickly before jamming it into his lock. He turned the key until the it unlocked and the door opened slightly. Before he could grab his things and walk inside, he felt a small tap on his shoulder that caused him to jump and turn around quickly. He sighed when he saw that it was only his neighbor staring up at him, he put on a small smile and gave her a gentle wave.

“Hello, Joohyun.”

“Hi, Jinki,” she said with a bright smile, “I was just coming to check up on you, I haven’t seen you in such a long time. You didn’t even come to the picnic that was held for all of the tenants.” Her voice was laced with concern and her big brown eyes stared up at him worriedly. Joohyun was a nice young woman, just a year younger than him and quite the beauty. Jinki had no interest in her, though, no interest to be her friend or to even be her acquaintance.

“I’m a..secular person, thank you.” Crouching down slightly, he gathered up the bags of food again and carried them into his small apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. Joohyun blinked softly when the door slammed shut in her face, a small frown coming to her red lips. There was something weird about Lee Jinki and she was going to find out exactly what it was.

“Sweetheart! I bought us a lot of goodies, I’m gonna make us a nice Italian meal tonight!” he called out, walking into the kitchen and setting the bags down onto the counter. He took out his phone and mounted it to the speakers, smiling to himself as an upbeat song began to play. Humming along, he began to take the contents out of the bag and danced a little in the kitchen. With a pep in his step, he took out a few pots and pans, filling a pot with water. He turned on the stove and sat the pot atop the burner, adding some salt to the water and letting it boil.

“My love, would you like to dance? I know how much you adore this song,” he called out as he made his way to the single bedroom in the apartment. When he neared the door, he heard stifled laughter coming from inside and his curiosity spiked. He opened the door slowly and peeked inside, laughing softly at the sight. There sat his gorgeous boyfriend, brown skin glowing just as brightly as his smile. The tight jeans showed off his skinny and short legs the way Jinki always liked, but best of all was the black cut off top he was wearing. Giving him a delicious glimpse of his sculpted abdomen, the top stopped a little above his belly button, only raised up so high because of his strong chest.

“I knew you’d like it. Do you like it?” he asked, his brown puppy eyes staring up at him, desperate for approval. Jinki smiled and walked into the bedroom, taking another look at his boyfriend before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cold forehead.

“I love it, Jonghyun. I love anything you wear,” he said softly, smiling at Jonghyun’s happy grin. Jinki grabbed the handlebars of Jonghyun’s wheelchair and wheeled him out of the bedroom, smiling as he started to hum along to the music that was playing. They both loved this song, it reminded them of how they got together.

“You can’t drown me out! Everyone will hear!” Jonghyun shouted, trying to be heard over the loud music. Jinki simply smiled and turned the song up even high until they could feel the vibrations and beats pulsing through their bodies. Jonghyun stared at Jinki, his big brown eyes filled with fear that only excited Jinki even more. There was something about the sight of such cute puppy eyes filled with something so feral, so natural such as fear and wanting to escape.

Jonghyun’s eyes scanned the apartment, looking for something he could possibly grab to hit Jinki with or someway he could escape. He decided to go the easiest route - the door - after all, he was pretty buff, he could probably shove Jinki away if he tried to grab him. Jonghyun bolted towards the door, grabbing the knob and jerking on it roughly until Jinki grabbed him and pulled him away.

“Get off!” he screamed, trying to fight the older man off but finding that it was harder than he thought it would be. Jinki wrapped two strong arms around Jonghyun’s middle, slipping his hands underneath his skirt and stroking at his toned abs. Oh, he felt as beautiful as he looked. All of his fantasies were right, Jonghyun was as soft as the puppy he looked like. The younger man continued to scream and squirm in Jinki’s arms, desperate to get away even as he was dragged to the bedroom.

“I want to dance,” Jonghyun requested, looking up at Jinki, “Dance with me.” Jinki smiled and stopped his chair, moving to the front of him. He wrapped his arms around Jonghyun’s middle, small jolts of excitement and pure bliss jumping through his skin when his arms made contact with the cold skin of his waist. He held the younger male close to him and smiled as Jonghyun’s arms wrapped around his neck. Jinki did a simple two-step, the two of them smiling brightly at each other and twirling around the living room as the music played loudly.

In her own apartment, Joohyun stood at her large window with binoculars and stared into Jinki’s window. She couldn’t make out much of what was happening, but it looked like he was dancing with some kind of lifeless doll. Maybe it was a blow-up doll? That could explain how...odd he was, that he was just in love with some kind of sex toy. She pursed her lips together lightly and lowered her binoculars, her nosy nature was not letting her accept that reasoning. Even though she couldn’t see much, that doll seemed rather lifelike. She was going to see for herself.

Back in his apartment, Jinki smiled to himself as he and Jonghyun danced mindlessly. It was such a nice feeling, Jonghyun’s cool skin against his warm skin, his limp body relying on his strong body, Jinki’s beating heart against Jonghyun’s...They complimented each other wonderfully and it made Jinki’s heart swell.

Jonghyun watched as Jinki carefully guided a pair of scissors around his shirt, cutting the bottom off so his abdomen was visible. Jinki seemed to have an obsession with his skin - he always kissed it, licked it, nibbled it, came on it, the tan coloring clearly excited him and Jonghyun wasn’t sure what to feel about that. Not that he had much choice, he could barely breathe now - and Jinki saw that.

“Jonghyun-ah~” Jinki said, smiling up at him as he played with the piece of fabric he cut off from the shirt, “Aren’t you going to thank me? You look so nice in cut off shirts, I decided to make you one!” Jinki stared at Jonghyun, watching the big puppy eyes that were once filled with so much life and sparkle now grow dull and lifeless. He was so close to finally being his, Jinki could just taste it. He stood up from the bed and walked over to the bedside table, taking out a small packet and tearing the top off. He poured the contents into the cup of water, looking over when he heard Jonghyun’s soft sobs.

“Why...” he croaked out, looking over at Jinki, “why are you doing this? Please, let me go home. I won’t tell anyone, I promise...” Jinki blinked slowly before smiling brightly, his eyes disappearing into happy crescents that sent chills down Jonghyun’s smile. He climbed onto the bed and grabbed Jonghyun’s chin roughly, pressing the cup to his lips and forcing him to drink all of the water.

“Because, I want you to be mine. Forever.” Once the cup was empty, Jinki watched as the water dribbled down Jonghyun’s chin and as the life finally left his eyes. His body went limp and his chest finally stopped moving, his body only staying up due to his arms being handcuffed above him. Jinki smiled softly and stroked his cheek gently, his heart beating hard when he saw a glint in Jonghyun’s eyes that was never there before. He could see it, he loved him now. He was his.

“Oh! I forgot something in the car!” Jinki said suddenly, stopping their dancing. He gently sat Jonghyun back in his chair and moved him to sit at the table, his back facing the door. He leaned down and kissed his head softly, mumbling that he would be back soon before rushing out of the apartment.

“Jinki...?” Joohyun said softly, knocking on the door. She rested her hand on the knob and jiggled it slightly, blinking when she realized the door was unlocked. She pushed it open and made her way inside, looking around. It was the first time she had been in his apartment and it seemed rather normal, aside from the loud music playing and the food cooking on the stove. She pursed her lips together slightly, walking in further and stopping when she saw someone sitting at the dining table. It couldn’t have been Jinki, and she didn’t remember anything about someone living with him.

“Excuse me...?” she said softly, walking closer to the person. An eerie feeling washed over her as she approached them, wondering why they hadn’t moved an inch since she walked in. She raised a trembling hand, reaching over to tap their shoulder and gasping softly when their head fell to the side. Joohyun swallowed hard and slowly walked around to their front, eyes closing against her own will. When she was sure she was facing them, she clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms and opened her eyes slowly. The sight of the person sent chills down her spine and she screamed, jumping back and falling over a chair in her haste to get away from him - from it. There sat a rotting corpse with it’s eyes pinned open to show it’s big, lifeless eyes; its mouth was held back by hooks to make it smile a giant, eerie grin, and its skin, oh its skin, dropping from its face in small chunks and revealings bits and bits of its skull.

Joohyun scrambled to get up and eventually found her footing, jumping up from the floor and running towards the door. She bumped into something and yelped softly, looking up to see what it was. Her blood ran cold and her body grew tense at the sight of Jinki staring down at her with dark eyes. Joohyun swallowed hard and backed up slowly, Jinki following her with eyes deader than the corpse.

“I-I promise, I won’t tell anyone!” she said, holding her hands up as she pleaded. Jinki stared at her before smiling slowly, causing a wave of relief to wash over her. He moved his hands up to cup her face gently, stroking her smooth and soft skin before quickly turning her head and snapping her neck. As her limp body fell to the floor, he stepped over her and walked over to Jonghyun, kneeling down next to him.

“My love, are you okay?” he asked, rubbing his knee.

“Of course, I’m always fine with you.” Jinki smiled and stood, pressing a kiss to Jonghyun’s forehead again. He looked down at him and smiled at the sight - his big brown eyes and a big smile to match, rotting skin to reveal his lovely ivory skull, Jonghyun was always a beautiful person. And now he was his, his forever.

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stay away from college parties

pairing: taemin/kai/krystal (taekaistal) rating: nc-17 words: 2,541 warnings: drug usage, drinking, excplicit smut, group sex summary: krystal always loved to party, even though crazy things can happen at them. this night isn’t any exception.

She was always told to stay away from college parties; to stay in her dorm room and study hard so she could do well on her tests and pass her courses. But if she ever listened to her parents or any other adults, then that wouldn’t make Krystal who she was. She rebelled against authority and did what she wanted when she wanted, not caring who she hurt or upset along the way. She was Krystal, not good and pure like her older sister Jessica. She was Krystal.

So when she heard about a small party that was going to happen on Friday night, Krystal jumped at the opportunity. She loved parties; she loved getting lost in the music and dancing on random boys, or girls. She loved filling up her body with different kinds of alcoholic drinks and getting drunk out of her mind, then having to be carried back to her room by a random handsome stranger, who’d she usually thank with her body for the entirety of the night. If her parents knew, they’d force her to drop out, so she made sure to keep mum about all of her escapades.

When the night of the party arrived, Krystal snuck out of her dorm room, making sure not to wake her sleeping roommate and ran out of the dormitory. The oversized white tee shirt covered up her bikini top and shorts; it was a bonfire after all, but she wanted to keep herself somewhat warm in the cool night air. Her brown hair was tied back into a messy bun that bounced around on her head as she ran; her lips parted slightly as she panted. Her adrenaline was pumping like it always did when she snuck away to parties like this. Rebellion fueled her, it made her feel alive and like she was completely invincible. She was above all when she rebelled, especially the expectations of her family.

The glint of the burning flame came into her view and she smiled to herself, running closer to the beach. There were not many people, maybe five or six, but they were already dancing among each other and enjoying themselves. Krystal smiled to herself and slipped off her sandals, running onto the sand and joining the dancing people. Almost instantly, the smooth music took over her body and she began to sway with everyone, moving her body with theirs and closing her eyes as she fully enjoyed the atmosphere.

Soon enough, a drink was in her hand and alcohol was quickly in her system. She danced against a girl she didn’t know and drank something that was in a cup. She relished in the feeling of the stranger’s hands slipping under her shirt and slowly sliding up her body to squeeze her breasts. She even enjoyed it when a strange man she didn’t know started to dance with him, pressing his body against her front and letting his hands explore her body just as freely. Any worries about being drugged or hurt were far from her mind, she was lost in her own joy of partying and rebellion. She was so carefree about her well being that when someone offered her a pill, she gladly took it and returned to her partying. She wasn’t Krystal Jung when she partied, she was someone different; she was someone she loved to be and someone she wanted to be for the rest of her life. But as soon as her joy began, it ended just as quickly.

Drops of rain started to fall from the sky and people quickly started to disperse. But Krystal didn’t mind the rain, so as everyone ran off to find shelter, Krystal stood in the middle of the beach and continued to sway to the music and sip her strange drink. She felt so...different. She could hear and see the rain in a way that she never saw before. Everything was so beautiful, she heard beautiful music playing in her head and didn’t even realize that the real music had stopped. She was sweaty, so sweaty, and God, she was so thirsty. She finished off her drink and tossed the cup aside, returning to her joyful dance.

The rain picked up and grew heavier in a matter of seconds, drenching her in a matter of minutes. She was finally about to go find shelter when she suddenly felt the rain stop. Confused, she opened her eyes slowly and looked up to see a shirt hanging above her head. She turned her head to the left and blinked when she saw a man with light brown hair and beautiful tan skin smiling down at her, and to her right, another man with black hair and lovely fair skin smiling at her. Her adrenaline may have started to fade because Krystal was struck with a few pangs of fear. But they spoke before she could protest.

“I’m Jongin, that’s Taemin. Thanks for coming to our party,” the man on the left said and flashed her another smile. Krystal nodded slowly and looked at them. Their eyes slowly went from her to each other, and the slight smirks on their lips sent shivers down her spine. She could tell they were out of it, probably drunk or on whatever pill she was currently on. Her mind told her to run back to her dorm where she’d be safe and hopefully she’d be drunk enough to forget them. But her body didn’t move, she stood there between these two strangers and simply stared at them, unsure of what to do or say.

“Are you thirsty?” Taemin asked, holding up a cup. Krystal didn’t care what was in it, she just grabbed the cup and quickly downed the drink. She was so thirsty, she didn’t know what to do. She looked up at the two men and saw that they both had the same glassy look in their eyes, and they weren’t even looking at her. Their eyes were on each other, intense and deep. Krystal was so caught up in them that she didn’t even realize she had stopped breathing, not until they leaned in close and kissed each others lips, she let out the breath that she had been holding.

The kiss was far from neat, their lips moved eagerly and their tongues were visibly dancing against each other. Krystal could only stand there and stare, her lips parted in a silent gasp as she watched them with wide eyes. It was so beautiful, so unattainable to her even though she was standing right there. Their quiet moans, the wet sounds of their tongues moving together, even their scent drove her absolutely mad. Her knees started to buckle and she struggled to keep herself up.

They broke their kiss and kept their heated gaze on each other for a few moments before turning their attention to Krystal. They all stood silent, staring at each other before Krystal suddenly felt Taemin’s lips on hers. She gasped softly but slid her eyes shut and gripped his neck, pressing close to him as she kissed him with just as much vigor as he gave her. She felt Jongin’s lips on her neck and she let out a small whimper, completely giving herself to them without worrying about any consequences.

A hand slid underneath her oversized shirt and made her shudder, she had never felt a touch like this before. She was so sensitive that the most simplists of touches were driving her crazy. She felt the hand move up to her breasts and groped her through her bikini top. Taemin continued to move his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily and biting down on her bottom lip. His own hand slipped into her shorts and rubbed her through her bikini bottoms. Her head was swimming, she didn’t know whose hand was whose or what was going to happen next. She just raised her arms as they pulled off her shirt and lifted her legs when they pushed down her shorts.

It was Jongin’s turn to kiss her and he kissed her just as hungrily as Taemin did. She felt her bikini top loosen and fall off, only to be replaced by two strong hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. She moaned against Jongin’s lips and broke the kiss, her eyes shut and lips parted as she leaned her head back against Taemin’s shoulder as he stood behind her. Her bikini bottoms were untied and fell to the sand along with the top, and she felt a pair of fingers brush against her bare pussy. They quickly plunged deep inside her and she let out a small squeal of pleasure. She was completely vulnerable to their touch and their desires, and she loved it. Her toes curled against the sand as she was fingered so quickly and roughly, her breasts squeezed by the same two hands.

Her hand flailed around until it found the drawstring of Taemin’s swimsuit, quickly tugging at it and loosening it until they fell to the ground. Her hand groped around until she found his hard cock standing proudly; she wrapped her hand around his girth and stroked him slowly, moaning happily when he squeezed her breasts harder in response. His breath was hot against her neck, panting against the skin as he thrust into her hand. Jongin dropped down to his knees and lifted her leg onto his shoulder, leaning up to press his tongue to her pussy. His own sensitivities were heightened and she tasted absolutely amazing; his tongue moved eagerly as he licked at every possible inch of her core. His lips closed around her clit and sucked hard, causing her to gasp out loudly and squeal in absolute pleasure.

Krystal let out a whine of displeasure when Jongin pulled away from her and laid back against the sand, a lazy grin settled on his lips. But she felt Taemin wrap his arms around her and turn her around to face him. He kissed her lips again and held her close to him, laying her down onto Jongin’s lap and resting his weight on top of her. His pelvis moved between her legs and his length brushed against her core, sending shivers along her skin. She leaned back against Jongin and returned the kiss he leaned to her lips, which almost distracted her when Taemin finally thrust himself into her.

“Oh...” She moaned against Jongin’s lips and spread her legs wide to let Taemin thrust in deeper. He pressed his body against hers and rocked against her as he started to thrust in hard and deep, leaning up to press a kiss to Jongin’s lips. Krystal watched with hazy vision as she let out a series of obscene moans, clawing at the sand at the blissfully sweet feeling of having Taemin’s cock deep inside her. His hips rolled and rocked slowly as his thrusts kept up a hard and rough rhythm, sending shocks of pleasure through her system. Taemin’s body continued to rock against hers as he continued to pound into her, biting down hard on Jongin’s lip and tugging as he pulled away from the kiss.

It was Jongin’s turn to manhandle Krystal; he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up, forcing Taemin out of her and turning her around to straddle him. She complied and reached underneath herself to grip his length, holding it steady as she sunk down onto him. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, resting her hands on his chest and rolling her hips as she started to ride him. Their glassy eyes connected and stared deep into each other as Krystal rode him quickly, moaning his name and circling her hips quickly. She ran her fingers through her loose hair and bit down on her lip, leaning down to press her breasts flush against his chest.

As she did this, she felt Taemin moving behind her and the head of his cock pressed to her clenching asshole. She gasped and kissed Jongin, distracting herself from the slight pain of the sudden intrusion into her cavity. Her high was still so strong that the pain quickly subsided and replaced with an unimaginable amount of pleasure. She had never done anal before and she never imagined that it would ever feel this good. He began to thrust in roughly as she bounced herself on Jongin, the three of them moaning in sync and filling the night air with their heated pants and lustful scent.

The three of them moved in unison as the pleasure heightened, each of them desperate to hit their peak and reach orgasm. The thrusts grew harder and faster, Krystal’s hips moved quickly and circled to please herself as much as she possibly could. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she dug her nails into Jongin’s chest, letting out a loud shout of bliss as her orgasm hit her faster than ever, her body bucking and trembling as she squirted around Jongin’s girl. And almost immediately, the two men followed and reached their own orgasms, emptying thick and almost endless streams of cum into her two holes. Krystal’s body trembled as she was filled to the brim, her throat dry and mind hazy from the drug and the pleasure. The amazing feeling of it all soon became too much and she saw nothing but black, falling on top of Jongin as she passed out.

***

Krystal woke up the next morning in her bed, groaning as she held her head and felt incredibly dizzy. She was only dressed in the tee shirt from the night before and completely covered in a mixture of sweat and sand, which now her bed was also covered in. She squinted her eyes open and looked around, not recognizing a thing for a few moments before it finally came back to her. She remembered the party, the pill she took, and the two men. Her eyes went wide and she sat up quickly, groaning at the pain in her ass. Right, she did anal for the first time last night.

She stood up slowly and walked over to her vanity, pushing her hair back and squinting as she looked up into her mirror. There she saw a sticky note attached to it. She raised an eyebrow and snatched it off, reading it to herself.

Had a great time last night. Let’s do it again. ~Jongin & Taemin P.S: We’re keeping your bikini as a souvenir ;)

Krystal blushed darkly and crumbled up the note, tossing it in the trash. Her mind was racing with thoughts. Had she gone too far last night? She would definitely have to pick up a plan B pill today and aside from the pain in her ass, she didn’t feel too bad. In fact, she felt great. She felt...invincible. She was always told to stay away from college parties; to stay in her dorm room and study hard so she could do well on her tests and pass her courses. But if she ever listened to her parents or any other adults, then Krystal wouldn’t have had the experience she had last night. And she wanted to have that experience again, and again, and again...

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F L A W L E S S

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stranger on the train

pairing: kibum/??? rating: pg i guess idk words: 842 warnings: voyeurism???? kinda??? summary: 7:15 AM. This was the time the train arrived and started an...interesting morning for Kibum. The train ride from Daegu to Seoul then back had always been uneventful until he took notice of...him.

i was going to have a set pairing but i thought it'd be fun to have the reader decide who the other person is :3

  7:15 AM. This was the time the train arrived and started an...interesting morning for Kibum. It happened the same time everyday and in some sick type of way, he looked forward to the encounter every morning and evening. The train ride from Daegu to Seoul then back had always been uneventful until he took notice of...him.

When the train arrived, Kibum eagerly boarded and handed in his ticket, smiling at the conductor before making his way to his seat. He had to be subtle when he looked for him, making sure not to make any obvious movements. He let his eyes scan through the seats until his eyes landed on the handsome man. His head was leaning against the window and his eyes was down on his phone.

Kibum licked his lips nervously as he turned his back to the stranger, bending down to set his things down on his seat. As soon as he bent down, he felt the familiar pair of eyes on him and he felt his cheeks flush with color. It was amazing how much he enjoyed being checked out by a stranger. Usually he'd cuss them out then be on his way, but this one, this one turned him on like mad.

Kibum quickly took his seat, glancing over at the stranger and noticing his eyes had turned back to his phone. This had been going on for almost a month now and he had yet to learn his admirer's name. Hell, he hadn't even spoken to the man yet. But he did make a secret promise to himself that tonight he would finally talk to him and finally learn his name.

The train ride went on with both of them not bothering to look at each other, like it usually went. Once his stop was reached, Kibum had devised a small plan that he wondered if he should even go through. He stood up and hesitated for a moment before deciding to go through with it. He turned his back to the stranger and gathered his things, feeling those eyes on him again. He pretended to search for something before lightly slapping his palm against his ass, pretending to feel in his back pocket. The "missing" item was there and he turned to walk off the train, not before noticing the small smirk on the stranger's plump lips.

5:45 PM. Kibum bit down on his lip as he waited for his train to come. He knew he was going to see the stranger again and this time he was going to speak to him. As he quickly handed the conductor his ticket and boarded the train, he looked for the stranger. His heart beat quickened when he noticed he wasn't there and he wondered if he was okay. Subtlety was lost as he moved his head to search, making it quite obvious who he was searching for. Suddenly he heard someone clear their throat and he turned around to see the grinning stranger.

"I know, I'm running late. Sorry." The man winked as he took his usual seat, leaving Kibum speechless. His lips simply parted slightly before he turned to put his things down on his seat. He felt the usual pair of eyes on his ass but this time he heard something different - a camera shutter. He looked over and noticed the phone in the stranger's hand.

"I forgot to turn off the sound..." He mumbled softly and all Kibum could do was sit down quickly. The rest of the train ride was silent as usual, Kibum's mind racing with thoughts and questions. Had he always taken pictures of him? How many did he have? Why did it turn Kibum on so much? Soon enough the train stopped and Kibum prepared to leave. He did his usual and stood up, turning his back to the stranger and bending over to gather his things. He felt his eyes on him and wondered if the camera was on him as well.

As he stood up, he turned around and hesitated for a moment. He wondered if he should try and introduce himself and how he should do it. If he waited too long then the train would leave his stop so he parted his lips to speak but wasn’t sure of what exactly to say.

“I’m Kibum!” He suddenly blurted out, his cheeks flushing with color as a wave of embarrassment washed over him. The stranger looked up at him and grinned softly, nodding.

“I’m-” Before Kibum could get his name, the conductor warned that they would be leaving. The male felt himself quickly grow flustered and he took out a piece of paper from his back pocket, handing it to the stranger before running off of the train. As Kibum disappeared and the train started to move again, the stranger looked down at the piece of paper and grinned at the words “Call me if you want to take better pictures” written on it with his phone number written below it.

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She did it because she needed to hear the truth - Seulrene

Truth be told, Irene was honestly terrified to hear the answer that the other girl was going to say, and a part of her honestly regretted the decision she made to even submit the question. It was foolish, childish even, to try and submit such a vague and shallow question and to even try and do it anonymously.

She'll recognize my handwriting... Irene thought, chewing on her bottom lip as she looked down nervously. She won't even answer the question, we're on live TV for crying out loud!

God, it was so foolish of her to do this, it was so foolish and juvenille that she just wanted to kick off her kitten heels and run all the way back home. Not her home as in the dorm, but her childhood home in Daegu. The young girl squirmed nervously in her seat, listening as her group members giggled and 'oohed' at the scandulous "fan submitted" question. She wouldn't even dare to look up, that precious face of Seulgi's was probably bright red.

The hosts were laughing, the members were laughing, each of them repeating the stupid, stupid question: Do you love Irene? It seemed like every time the question was repeated that the laughing and giggling would increase and her shame would as well. Irene forced out a few laughs and a small smile, trying to make herself seem as normal as possible. Why did she do this?

"Ah..." Seulgi started with hesitation in her voice. She did it because she needed to hear the truth, but she had done it in such a dumb way.

"I do love Irene unnie. She is a good leader and we're good friends." Seulgi nodded and topped it off with her signature bright smile. It was a generic answer, she naturally couldn't say that she loved her because they had started a secret relationship since becoming trainees. She couldn't say that they had insisted in doing photoshoots, teasers, and everything together because they loved being around each other and loved the thrill of people seeing but not knowing.

But Irene needed more, she needed to know exactly where they stood. The older female was always a hopeless romatic, often falling for people who had an agenda different from hers and leaving her with a broken heart. So she needed to know, she needed the thruth about her and Seulgi but knew she wouldn't get it in the way she went about it. She was stupid for doing it and her regret was taking over her.

Thankfully, the appearance soon ended and she and the other members of Red Velvet found themselves in the van on their way back to the apartment. Wendy and Joy were in the far back, occupying themselves either by taking selcas or texting their friends. Irene and Seulgi sat silently in the second to back seats, the elder's regret and remorse filling the vehical. 

Suddenly, Irene felt Seulgi's hand on hers and felt her squeeze it. She turned her attention to the other and blinked in slight surprise. The younger female held her hand between both hands and rubbed her skin softly, resting her head on Irene's shoulder. 

"I do love you you know, more than I could ever say...You don't need to submit fake questions to get me to say it..." Seulgi whispered with a light chuckle, causing Irene to blush darkly. At that moment, she felt her stomach tighten and her heart flutter as she looked down at her hands. A small smile came to her lips and she let out a small laugh, content with hearing the truth and with the knowledge that she'd never have to do something that stupid again.

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Daily Prompt

She did it because she knew she needed to hear the truth.

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Winter Writing Prompts

Ice skating on an actual frozen lake.

The requisite planned snowball fight.

Attending a rendition of The Nutcracker.

Deciding to go on a sleigh ride.

Making homemade hot cocoa.

Attending a winter festival.

Ice skating at a rink.

Would you like to build a snowman? (I could not resist—building a snowman)

Getting stuck in a snowstorm.

Learning how to ski or snowboard or ice skate.

Building a fire.

Surprise snowball fight.

Going skiing or snowboarding.

Having some egg nog (alcoholic or not, first time or a favorite).

Attending a Luminaria festival. (Luminaria are small paper lanterns—commonly a candle set in some sand inside a paper bag.)

Making their favorite winter stew.

Trying to build an igloo.

A cozy romantic weekend escape to a mountain cabin with their significant other.

Escaping the winter weather to some place warm.

Sharing their favorite warm winter beverage with friends.

Attending an ice sculpture exhibition.

Attending a winter film festival as a VIP (Red carpet treatment all the way).

Making their own holiday decorations (ornaments, sun catchers, stockings, knitted/crocheted items).

A night spent at home cuddling next to a fire.

Throwing/Attending a Super Bowl Tailgate party.

Assisting with a snow community service event (shoveling walks for the elderly and handicapped, making scarves and handing out blankets to the homeless, building snow globes to be donated to a local children’s hospital. Events like S.N.O.W.—Serving the Needs of Others during Winter.).

A scene revolving around their favorite holiday dessert.

Taking care of a friend or loved one suffering from a cold or the flu.

Attending a winter ball styled after a Viennese ball—elegant music and dazzling historical dances.

Going on a trip to see the Northern Lights (Iceland, Finland, Sweden, Norway).

The first snow

Going to/Participating in a Snow Polo event.

Attending a snow festival complete with music, snowmobile jumping competitions, reindeer races, ski events, snow creation competitions, an ice carving event, et al.

Having to travel during inclement weather. (What are they traveling for? How does it go? Well? Or does it end up a troubling disaster?)

Making snow angels with friends.

A scene centering on their favorite winter activity.

Going to the burning of a Viking replica ship (similar to the Up Helly Aa Day event in Shetland.

Attending / Participating in a Saturnalia (Winter Solstice) event.

A scene where their favorite winter comfort food plays a central role.

Purchasing/Wearing/Receiving an ugly holiday sweater.

Pulling out the winter clothes. What is their favorite cold-weather item?

Cuddling under an old family quilt, or a blanket that reminds them of a familiar comfort item.

Waking up and finding glistening snow on the ground.

Pleasant memories of their favorite childhood winter activity come flooding back when participating in it with close friends as an adult. Share the activity and some of the memories.

Making S’Mores—either the old fashioned way or maybe with clever use of the microwave.

Railing against or totally embracing the influx of pumpkin pie spiced products.

Complaining about the cold.

Forgetting their jacket or gloves and getting caught in inclement weather.

Being out in the rain or snow while suffering with a cold.

A scene that captures their opinion and feelings about winter (love it/hate it/indifference).