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Rafayel who really likes to be marked as yours.

Rafayel who leaves the house with a red kiss mark on his cheek every single day. What's more, if one gets close enough, (a privilege that only you have) it becomes clearer to the observer that even his lips are slightly stained a lipstick shade of red, and slightly the scent of cherries.

Rafayel who absolutely refuses to leave the house unless you give him his kiss goodbye. He simply can't help it, a non-negotiable. He'll pout, he'll sulk, he'll make it your problem if he makes the journey all the way to the front door without you following for his goodbye kiss.

He especially loves the days where you have makeup on, not because you look less beautiful without it, but because of how your lipstick lingers on everything your lips touch. The rim of his favorite mug, the head of your toothbrush that sits next to his, the backs of each of his finished paintings, his cheek, the collar of his white blouse. It's proof of your presence. It is the most intimate detail to him, the trace of your love.

Your hand was whacked away the first time you had tried to wipe your lipstick off his cheek. He had said something about not messing up the art. He has sported his now signature lipstick stain ever since. Never in the same place, and not always as prominent as other times.

He goes to each of his art exhibitions this way. And just as he intends for it, everyone notices. No one brings it up to him, but they notice, and they wonder. They wonder who is so lucky to send him off with a kiss each day, and have him show it off with so much pride.

Then one day you walk in and it all clicks. By the middle of the exhibition, the showroom has filled up and Rafayel had already begun talking to his patrons. The energy shifts with your presence, Rafayel's especially, with the way he immediately turns to you with lit up eyes. The crowd instantaneously knows that you're behind the kiss marks on Rafayel's cheek.

"There you are, Cutie," the audience becomes ignored as Rafayel gravitates to you like a lost puppy, spinning and kissing you as if it were second nature. He pulls away with another dark stain on his cheek. "Ah, ah, don't wipe it yet, let them see." Such a possessive lemurian.

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( 𝐚𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ) ─ ㅤ❛ ㅤ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃. ❜ 종성

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 // 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍, 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙｡⠀( 𝟪𝟣𝟤 ) ㅤㅤjay x fem!reader, fluff ✶ sunkissed knees, morning heat, the most gentle man ever ㅤ꒰⁠ 🍋⁠ᵕ⁠⸝⸝ᵕ ꒱ㅤ..ㅤi'm in italy this month and something took over me to write this, happy reading!

the sun is already cruel by eleven in the morning.

it melts against the tiled rooftops of sorrento, spilling down the ochre walls like honey and seeping into the skin of your collarbones as you sit on a windowsill with a spoon in your mouth and your legs dangling in the heat, blouse dipping low on your chest. you can hear the cicadas humming like static in the garden below, the smell of sun-warmed fruit and basil drifting up with the occasional lick of breeze. 

jay is lying on the floor behind you, one hand tucked under his head, the other curled lazily around a lemon he’d stolen from the basket on your aunt’s kitchen table. the hem of his white button-up is riding up. he’s not wearing socks, and his sunglasses are askew on his chest, almost like he forgot he was wearing them.

“you’re gonna fall out,” he murmurs, voice hoarse from sleep.

you glance down at him, at the golden sliver of tan skin peeking out from above the waistband of his trousers. “then catch me.”

“i’ll catch the yogurt cup,” he mutters, eyes closed. “you’ll be on your own.”

you roll your eyes and flick your spoon at him. a small dollop lands on his collarbone and he makes a sound of outrage, sitting up abruptly.

you only grin at him, and he huffs, plucking the spoon from your hand and licking the rest off with no hesitation. the movement is casual, all warm and lazy, and it makes your stomach flutter the way it always does when he does something careless and sweet and impossible not to fall in love with.

“what time is the market?” he asks, licking yogurt from the corner of his mouth.

“twelve. but it’s already hot as balls and i don’t wanna go.”

jay hums. his fingers drum against the lemon in his hand.

“you promised we’d get those little sugar apricots.”

“and you promised you’d cook dinner tonight.”

“i will,” he smiles, tilting his head against the sunlight, “if you wear that dress.”

you pause, shifting the gold bangles on your arms. they’ve become sticky with the heat. “which one?”

“the red one,” he says, eyes sliding over to meet yours. “the one that drives me crazy.”

heat blooms under your skin that has nothing to do with the sun. you hate him. you really, really hate him.

(you love him.)

you bring a hand up to your eyebrows, shielding your eyes from the sunlight as you attempt to stave off a grin. “you said that about the white one yesterday.”

“it’s a dress-per-day kind of week. not my fault you look beautiful in anything.”

you scoff, looking down. the windowsill is rough and warm against your palms, numbing them gently. “you’re insane.”

“you’re radiant,” he says simply, standing and stretching. you turn now, back facing the garden. the hem of his shirt lifts again, revealing another flash of tan skin and the shadow of where his necklace disappears beneath it. “and i’m right.”

he pads barefoot across the tile to stand in front of you, gently prying your thighs open so he can step between them. your legs dangle on either side of him, still warm from the open window. his palms cup your knees, thumbs stroking thoughtlessly over the sunburn blooming on one of them.

“you’re like a postcard,” he says, gaze lingering on your face. “the most gorgeous scenery in italy. everyone would want to come here.”

you blink, throat tightening. ��jay.”

“what?”

“don’t say things like that.”

“why not?” he asks, quieter now, a smile teasing at his lips. “isn’t it true?”

you don’t answer. not really. you just reach up, brushing a thumb along his jaw where stubble has begun to show. he leans into your touch like it’s instinct. it probably is. the two of you have spent every day of this trip wrapped around each other like ivy. falling into rooms, falling into sun, falling into something stupid and golden and hard to name.

outside, you hear someone shout in italian. birds take off from a roof nearby. you glance out the window to see your aunt watering her potted plan, the garden hose writhing like a snake on the stone. 

jay doesn’t look away from you. “let’s skip the market.”

“we need food.” your head tilts against the hand of his that’s slipped into your hair, lulled by the gentle scratch.

“we have bread, and cheese.”

“jay. you’ll kill me.”

he grins. “i won’t. not if you wear the red dress.”

you groan, pulling him closer by the collar. “fine. but if we die of hunger, it’s on you.”

“i’ll make sure you die pretty,” he promises, forehead pressed against yours. “sundrenched. like now.”

you kiss him once, quick and messy.

then again, slower. tasting his smile.

the cicadas keep chirping their song.

© cinnahoons please do not steal, plagiarize, or reupload my work.

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Say yes | Park Jongseong (Jay)

Genre: Romance, Fluff (very sappy)

Pairing: Jay x gender neutral reader

Word count: 727

Warnings: a kiss or two, established relationship, super sappy, tooth rooting fluff, my usual poetic nonsense

A/N: Hello Engene! I very recently joined the fandom, so it's nice to join you! I'm Lee, I write super poetic fanfics cuz words control me not the other way around lol. Let me know if you like it!

"Come 'ere." He gently asked, patting his legs to invite you over. There were other free chairs in the kitchen, and yet he insisted you sit on his lap instead.

You walk up to him and playfully feign confusion. "Should I sit to the side, or face to face?" You tease, and you can see the small dimples form as a smile warms up his face.

"However you want, my love."

"Hmm." You hum. "But what about you? What would be your choice?" He knows you are playing with him, and yet he isn't shy or scared to walk exactly into your trap. He quite likes it, actually.

"I think face to face would be nicest."

You smile at him and gently sit down on his thighs. He is warm, and welcoming, sunshine in his eyes and the sunset sparkling on his lips. He admires you softly, gently, quietly and warmly. You find purchase on his shoulders, and he doesn't move, yet it feels as though he is yearning in your general direction, as if he wants to be closer.

"May I hold you?" He asks for consent and you happily oblige.

"Yes." You reply with a smile.

"And may I kiss your cheek?"

"Yes." You agree again, and he steals a quick kiss from you before dragging you closer to his torso.

He holds you by the waist, you hold him by the shoulders, and for a while the world stops. The planet stops spinning, apples become an immortal fruit, and clouds and thunders no longer are rivals in the sky.

He caressed your waist with his thumb and you play with the hairs at the back of his neck as you gaze into each other's eyes. It's comfortable, and it's soft, and you both have sappy thoughts running through your minds that you are too afraid to tell each other about. (Even though they would be completely obvious to see for any third party.)

You blink once, and you blink twice, and suddenly you can hear your food begin to boil on the stove. You're back to the real world, but he's still there, so it's not that bad.

"You're so beautiful." He says softly, almost absentmindedly, as if he was accidentally voicing out intimate thoughts from his mind.

"Me?" You laugh. "Are you sure you don't have the wrong person?"

"Ey, don't be silly." He says, his tone unrushed and calm. His hands move up to caress your face, and he's almost squishing your cheeks as he looks at you in admiration. "You are extremely beautiful to me."

"But there are other people out there who are prettier than me... dress better than me, are better put together..." He holds his gaze steady as he answers you, and his calm tone never wavers.

"Why would I care about other people? I don't hold you to the standard of other people."

"What standard do you hold me to, then? You ask with curiosity, wondering exactly where he could go with such a statement. (Or what kind of witty boyfriend save he could pull.)

"I hold you to the standard of you. On a scale of one to ten, how yourself are you being today? That's how it goes. If it's a ten, then I'm happy. If the number is low, then I need to work harder to make you feel more comfortable." You break into a fit of giggles. If you weren't on his lap, you would be squealing and kicking your feet from how disgusting sweet he was being. "I just want you to be yourself."

"That's the most you answer you could have given me." You tell him, and he smirks at you as stars begin to dance in his eyes.

"Does that mean that you also want me to be me?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you don't know if you want to kiss him silly or slap him on the chest.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask, and you read the anticipation on his face.

"Yes."

You cradle his face, lean in and capture his heavenly lips with yours. It's a short kiss, but one that says a lot. One that isn't just an offering of love, but also a silent plea for everlasting affection.

"Yes." You tell him, in order to respond to his unanswered question. "Always yes."

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250615 #MINHYUK #민혁 버블 bubble 🫧

🐶 I’m not sure if I can fully convey how I feel, but after much thought, I’ve decided to write this. I wasn’t sure whether to post this on Berriz or Bubble, but I wanted to speak more directly, so I’m sending it through Bubble.

First of all, to Monbebe who waited for our 10th anniversary. I’m truly sorry for causing this kind of situation,and I want to sincerely apologize. I wanted to apologize earlier, but I couldn’t, and I’m even more sorry for apologizing so late. I never wanted to ignore your words,and I don’t believe that would be the right thing to do. To the Monbebe who were hurt because of my complacency, I want to say I’m truly sorry once again. I believe I deserve the criticism and blame from Monbebe for the things I did wrong. I’m really sorry for making your hearts ache.

From the moment I chose this career up to now, I’ve always thought this job comes with the responsibility of receiving criticism and judgment from the public and from Monbebe whenever I make a mistake.So I believe it’s only right that I face those consequences when I do wrong. I wasn’t sure whether I should add this part, but I’ve decided it’s only right to share my full, honest feelings.

It’s been so frustrating to see dozens of things posted every day things I didn’t do, absurd falsehoods and to be in a position where I can’t respond to each one. What’s even harder is seeing that the criticism and verbal abuse stemming from those rumors are reaching my family too. I tried to tell myself this is just another part of the job, but I don’t think I can endure this anymore. I don’t think I’m able to bear even this. Over the past 10 years, there have been many times when I was caught up in controversies and criticized for things I didn’t do, but I kept reminding myself that being an idol means accepting that too. I thought I could keep going like that but now that so many things are crashing down all at once, I feel scared and heartbroken.

I thought about what I could do right now for Monbebe. I thought the best I could do would be to keep communicating actively, go to the practice room, share photos of the members, prepare well for our performances, and contribute ideas for the album to focus on my main job. But then I realized even those actions were being misunderstood, that it seemed like I was trying to be confrontational or avoid things. Once I realized that, I honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. So instead of staying in my own head, I want to know what Monbebe really want. Would it help ease your hearts even a little if I took a break from communicating and stepped away for a while? Or even if it leads to new misunderstandings,would it be better for me to continue staying by your side? Honestly, even asking this question scares me. I’m afraid it might come across as playing games or avoiding responsibility. But I really don’t know, so I’m asking with courage.

Monbebes are truly precious and dear to me. What you say means the most. What makes me saddest right now is that it feels like all the love and affection I’ve shown to Monbebes over the years is being seen as fake. Thank you for reading this, even though it came so late. And I’m sorry.

♡ Translation: dailykyun. Please take out with full credit.

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250601 @OfficialMonstaX Twitter Update

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250601 @OfficialMonstaX Twitter Update

📸 250601 #몬스타엑스 #기현 E채널 #류학생어남선 팝업 스토어 방문 완료 오랜만에 등장한 켠셰프 🧑‍🍳 6월 8일까지 더현대 서울에서 진행되는 류학생 어남선 포르투갈 팝업 스토어 🍳 많은 관심 부탁드립니다 🤗 🗓 류학생 어남선 팝업 스토어 일정 브루나이 25.06.21 (토) - 25.06.29 (일) 시칠리아 25.07.12 (토) - 25.07.20 (일) #KIHYUN #MONSTAX #MONSTA_X

📸 250601 #MONSTAX #KIHYUN KIHYUN visited the E Channel #MrEosFoodWorldTour pop-up store! It’s been a while since we’ve seen Chef KIHYUN!🧑‍🍳 The Portugal-themed pop-up is open at The Hyundai Seoul until June 8 🍳 We hope you get a chance to stop by and show your support! 🤗 🗓 Mr. Eo’s Food World Tour Pop-up Schedule Brunei: 2025.06.21 (Sat) – 2025.06.29 (Sun) Sicily: 2025.07.12 (Sat) – 2025.07.20 (Sun) #KIHYUN #MONSTAX #MONSTA_X

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250528 @OfficialMonstaX Twitter Update

📸 250528 #몬스타엑스 #셔누 #민혁 #기현 #주헌 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐎𝐏-𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 <𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬>🪴 몬스타엑스와 몬베베가 함께 만든 공간 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 멤버들이 남기고 간 흔적을 찾아보세요 🔍 #SHOWNU #MINHYUK #KIHYUN #JOOHONEY #MONSTAX #MONSTA_X #MONSTAX_POPUP #MONSTAX_MONOLOGUE

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250528 @OfficialMonstaX Twitter Update

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250529 @OfficialMonstaX Twitter Update

📸 250529 #몬스타엑스 #셔누 #기현 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐎𝐏-𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 <𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬>🪴 오늘의 우수 직원을 소개합니다 🏅 #몬베베 앞에 깜짝 등장한 멤버들! 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬가 더 즐거운 공간이 되었길 바라요 🤗 남은 기간 동안도 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬에서 행복한 시간 보내세요! 🫧 #SHOWNU #KIHYUN #MONSTAX #MONSTA_X #MONSTAX_POPUP #MONSTAX_MONOLOGUE

📸 250529 #MONSTAX #SHOWNU #KIHYUN 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐎𝐏-𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 <𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬>🪴 Meet today’s outstanding employees 🏅 The members surprised #MONBEBE with a special appearance! We hope 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 has become an even more joyful space 🤗 #MONSTAX #MONSTA_X #MONSTAX_POPUP #MONSTAX_MONOLOGUE

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𓈈 ᡴꪫ =͟͟͞♡ all i loved ❦ 𑣩𑣨 ♥︎ 𓈈

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Kihyun (몬스타엑스 / MONSTA X ) 25.05.2025 - PEAK FESTIVAL, Seoul

source 몬스타엑스_MONSTA X & Kihyun IG

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250527 @OfficialMonstaX Twitter Update

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The Slow Unwind- Lee Know

summary: soft hours with your boyfriend after he returns home from a long exhausting day at work

pairing: lee know x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1022 words

a/n: this is me coping because I need a lee know hug like right now :(

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The sound of the front door clicking open made you perk up instantly. You had been lounging on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, waiting for Minho to come home.

It had been a long day. He had left early in the morning for practice and had barely texted throughout the day, which meant he was either too busy or too exhausted to even look at his phone. You knew he would be drained when he walked through that door.

Right on cue, a heavy sigh filled the entryway before Minho shuffled inside. He barely had the energy to kick off his shoes properly, his movements sluggish as he dropped his bag onto the floor.

“Min?” You called softly, setting your phone aside as you got up.

At the sound of your voice, he immediately looked up, eyes heavy with exhaustion but filled with love the moment they landed on you. He didn’t say a word, just trudged forward until he was right in front of you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck.

You barely had time to react before he was clinging to you, molding himself against your body as if he wanted to melt into you.

"Hi, baby," you murmured, wrapping your arms around his back, rubbing slow circles in an attempt to soothe him. His body relaxed almost instantly at your touch, and you felt him exhale deeply, as if he had been holding it all in until this moment.

"Missed you," he mumbled into your neck, his voice muffled but still thick with fatigue.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss against his temple. "I missed you too. Long day?"

Minho just hummed in response, still clinging onto you as if you would disappear if he let go. His grip tightened slightly, and you felt his lips press lazily against your collarbone, barely a kiss, just the warmth of his lips lingering there.

"You’re so warm," he murmured.

"You’re exhausted," you pointed out, running your fingers through his soft hair. He hummed in agreement but didn’t move.

After a few more moments of just standing there, completely wrapped up in each other, you finally pulled back slightly to look at him. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted slightly, and his cheeks had the faintest tint of red. You both smiled at each other as he swayed you gently.

"You need to eat," you said gently, brushing his hair out of his face.

Minho groaned dramatically, leaning forward again so his forehead was resting against yours.

"I just want to stay like this forever," he whined.

You laughed, tilting his chin up so he was looking at you properly.

"We can cuddle all night after you eat, okay? I made your favorite."

At that, his eyes lit up just a little, though he still pouted. "Fine. But you have to feed me."

"Of course," you said, humoring him.

Leading him to the couch, you made him sit down while you went to the kitchen to grab the food. You had made a warm bowl of kimchi fried rice, knowing how much he loved it.

When you returned, Minho immediately held out his arms expectantly.

"Min, I can’t feed you if you don’t let go of me," you giggled.

"But I want you close," he whined, pulling you onto his lap instead. You squeaked in surprise, but he just nuzzled into your shoulder again. "There. Perfect."

You rolled your eyes fondly but didn't argue. Instead, you scooped up some rice with the spoon and held it up to his lips.

"Say ahh," you teased.

Minho squinted at you but obediently opened his mouth, letting you feed him. The moment the food touched his tongue, he let out a small, satisfied hum, closing his eyes as he chewed.

"Good?" You asked, smiling at how cute he looked.

He nodded, still chewing, before tapping your chin. "Your turn."

You laughed. "I can eat on my own, you know."

"But where’s the fun in that?" he said with a cheeky grin, taking the spoon from you and scooping up some rice. "Here. Say ahh."

You rolled your eyes but let him feed you, giggling as he watched you expectantly. The warmth in his eyes made your heart swell. Even when he was tired, he still wanted to take care of you.

The two of you continued like that, feeding each other between soft laughter and whispered teasing. Every now and then, Minho would press a soft kiss against your cheek or nose, and in return, you would kiss his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face.

Once the food was finished, Minho let out a pleased sigh, leaning his head against your shoulder again.

"That was good," he murmured. "You're the best."

You chuckled, placing a soft kiss against his temple. "I know."

Minho let out a tired chuckle, shifting so he could pull you even closer. "Now can we cuddle?"

"You’re so needy tonight," you teased, though you made no move to get up.

"I always am when it comes to you," he admitted, voice laced with sincerity.

Your heart melted at that, and you cupped his face, tilting it up so you could look into his eyes. His gaze was soft, filled with so much love that it made your breath catch.

Without another word, you leaned in, pressing a flurry of soft kisses all over his face—his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, even the corners of his lips.

Minho let out a breathy laugh, closing his eyes as he basked in the affection. "You're spoiling me," he mumbled.

"You deserve it," you whispered against his skin, pressing one last kiss on his lips, lingering just a little longer.

Minho sighed happily, pulling you impossibly closer. "I’m keeping you forever, you know that?"

You smiled against his lips. "Good. Because I’m not going anywhere."

Minho hummed, completely content as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as if you were his whole world. And in that moment, nothing else mattered—just you, him, and the warmth of being wrapped up in each other.

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[amelee23]

250525 @OfficialMonstaX Twitter Update

[amelee23]

rafayel loves having you in his arms.

when you're asleep, he's always keeping your body pressed against his. even if it gets too warm for the two of you to stick together in the way-too-warm-to-exist kind of summer night, he doesn’t even budge. neither does he lift his heavy arm when you try to sneak out in the morning to prepare a cup of coffee for yourself; because there's nothing rafayel would rather be then in your arms, feeling your heartbeat melting with his.

it's silly but endearing in a way.

once, you suggested rafayel that he needs a bigger bathtub. since he spends a lot of time in the water, it would be much more comfortable if he could have a bigger space. much to your shock, though, he didn't agree. rafayel didn't give you a logical reason besides a pouty 'i don’t want to'; but you quickly realized why he said it.

he wants you to be close.

when you're sinking in the warm water with him, rafayel yearns to feel your skin against him, chest pressed against chest, legs tangled together as if your two beings - so different, so distant in the past - are now becoming one.

it's impossible to tell where he begins and you end.

you sink into his lap, leaning in until his lips brush against the side of your throat and his breath tickles your skin. his hands are on your waist, sliding down to the curve of your hips. then, slowly and gently, he starts to press open-mouthed kisses against your racing pulse as if he needs to leave none of your body untouched, as if he needs to devour you before his hunger swallows him whole–

but still, it's not enough. your closure is never quite enough.

he wants - no, needs - more... so, so much more...

so you find rafayel clinging onto you more and more as the days go by.

you might be busy preparing a cup of coffee but rafayel will still remain right behind you. with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his chin on your shoulders, he has you right where he wants - pressed up against him.

sometimes, he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck until the tip of his nose brushes against your racing pulse. other times, his fingers drum in a steady rhythm over your hipbones.

if only you peek at rafayel during those moments, you'll be able to notice how the edges of his lips curl up and the small pout morphs into even smaller content smile that tells you everything.

when you're this close to him, he wishes you can stay like this forever.

[amelee23]

“I’ll learn whatever I couldn’t do before”

I think Rafs hunger to learn for/abt mc is one of his hottest traits ngl

[amelee23]

Happy 10 years, Monsta x!!!