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ok lets take a look at this bitch,,,

i guess we have a calm but beast soobs, a bad boy yeon, soft dom tyun, mean dom hyuka and a secret but obviously cheeky gyu

or 1 brat, 1 cheater, 2 half-finished blowjobs and just 1 winner

blood in the water, everyone wants her

game synopsis: While dirty truth questions are answered on the table, reader gives a head to a random person under the table. If the person can be guessed by one of the others, the guesser receives $50 from him. If he cannot be guessed until cum, everyone gives him $100.

w: ot5 × f!reader, pretty much blow job, dirty talk, i mean DIRTY talk, alcohol, dollism, ambitious boys, bad boys, sweet boys, orgasms - can't orgasms, cum eating, different tastes, dirt dirt dirt

The red stars of the small home bar flow to create a burgundy pool under the table. The last thing you see before you fall to your knees is how late it is. And as you crawl, you wonder if there are five other boys in the world right now who have their zippers down at the same time.

It's a fact that somehow you enjoy this madness.

“Uh... What's a sex position that you've never tried that you're curious about?” Beomgyu grimaces as he flips through the pink magazine in his hand, reading indecisively.

“Kama sutra, bitch.” Yeonjun leans his head back. “Isn't there something more original?”

Beomgyu frowns as his eyes continue to wander through the questions.

“Gentlemen, there's a girl here.”

Soobin might be the most serious person at the table. “We're not going to talk about the fantasies you have while jerking off."

And yes, he was the one who gave you a long speech before you went under the table. He told you that you could leave whenever you wanted, that you could end the game whenever you wanted, that you could start whenever you wanted and end whenever you wanted, and tons of other things to make you feel comfortable while tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. He didn't expect you to agree to do that, and he probably didn't expect to feel you between his legs now.

“Where's the riskiest place you've done it?”

The question creates a small silence at first.

Soobin slowly crosses his arms over his chest and takes a deep breath as you take his already semi-erect cock in your hand.

“I am a trustworthy man.” he speaks, just before feeling your hot mouth.

Everyone must be looking dangerously into each other's eyes because they are not normally this quiet.

Your hands are on your lap, just the tip of Soobin's cock can fill your mouth nicely. Your teeth rest softly against Soobin's thick warm skin, you move your head a little and fill your mouth a little more.

“I don't know, family house?” Kai mumbles and a few seconds later everyone stops for a second as a wet sound comes from under the table.

You stop too when you remember that you have to be careful not to make a sound.

Yeonjun smirks, the fact that you're working quietly somewhere under the table is sweet to him.

“Office bathroom.”

And the third response is his.

“You must have a great story.” Taehyun comments.

“Yeah, the story of me not being a trustworthy man.”

Soobin doesn't even roll his eyes at this, no, he doesn't think he can do anything as your tongue grazes his tip and starts sucking again on the area you have wetted. You put your hands on his knees and you feel that he might even be holding his breath.

The sounds aren't if the best quality down there, but you can hear Soobin interrupting a sharp moan under his breath and swallowing.

You don't even need to touch his abs to feel how tight they are. He hasn't moved from his position since you started and his arms keep getting tighter and tighter across his chest.

Especially now when you start moving your head up and down.

He is not interested in any of the games going on over the table, his hips moving an inch or so where he sits and then stopping himself. There is no emotion in his face, nothing to give him away, but he shouldn't look so dull.

“At the college, in the professor's room.”

Taehyun keeps his eyes on Soobin as he responds.

“Professor's room?” Beomgyu's laughter echoes under the table, joking that he didn't know Taehyun liked old women. And Taehyun is distracted as he explains that he slept with a student, not his professor.

“Choi Soobin.”

But there's one person you left out.

“It's you, the trustworthy man.”

Yeonjun's bright smile is too cheeky as he makes others look at Soobin.

When your mouth stops as per the rules, Soobin takes off his glasses and presses his palm to his face. “Oh, god...” The thick sound coming out of his throat is almost terrifying. Now his body is partly more relaxed by the fact that he has nothing left to hide and it is increasing the intensity of his precum, but you can't touch him anymore. That must be why he tries not to look at your glossy lips.

Yeonjun chuckles at the money thrown in front of him with a perfect curse. “You're welcome.”

Not everyone knows how they found themselves in this game in the first place, but now things start to get fun.

You crawl in that direction as Beomgyu looks under the table, “Hey, love.” his hand touching your chin. “You might want to get some rest after Soobin.”

He means Soobin's big dick, but he doesn't seem to be thinking about it as he keeps his eyes on the dirty image of your mouth until the last word. Because it might be the hottest situation and image he's ever seen.

“I'm fine.”

There are a few murmurs around the table as your breathing is a little ragged and your voice now sounds sweeter than ever.

“Yeah?” Beomgyu smiles, the fact that you will soon be crawling to eat a new dick makes him bite his lip. “Okay.”

Yeonjun presses his lips together as he feels you crawl between his legs. You can see his hand curl into a fist on his knee for a second. But you're sure his face looks relaxed as he slowly spreads his legs a little further apart. You both know that if you weren't in this stupid game he'd want to press his cock against your lips.

“Next question?” Beomgyu's voice sounds thicker under the table.

“I'll ask.”

You pause at Yeonjun's unexpected response, but he seems quite confident as he gestures with his index finger for you to come closer and get to work.

As the stupid magazine is shoved next to his money, you put your hands on his knees and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock.

“Have you ever filmed a sex tape?”

There's something in his voice but you're not sure if the others will notice it. He must have already dispelled their suspicions when he took it upon himself to ask the question.

You can feel his legs contracting under your hands as your tongue plays with his tip like a cat.

“Come on.” It's clear that the harder you go, the more he's trying to talk to them. But it's also clear that he wants to focus on your mouth.

“I did.”

Kai joins Beomgyu's laughter as Soobin is the first to confess. As your mouth slowly takes every inch of him, you feel Yeonjun hiding a low moan behind the laughter. You swirl your tongue around him nicely and press it against his hardness.

“He's a perv, isn't he?”

Taehyun speaks looking directly at Yeonjun. You can see that his hand is balled into a fist again, because he knows that if it wasn't for Beomgyu, he would have been the one to expose Soobin just now.

You lift your head a little and start sucking on the tip again and this time you can taste the slightly salty flavor.

“I knew you were up to some shit with that mirror on your ceiling.” Yeonjun laughs looking at Soobin and starts to sweat a little as he puts his hands on the table, but he's determined to manage the conversation well.

His cock slides wetly between your lips, hardening with every movement of your head.

“I like to watch.” Soobin shrugs and says something about how he likes hes partner to be reactive, but you can't hear more than half of it. Because Yeonjun puts one foot between your legs and makes you sit on the thick leather of his shoe.

“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees with Soobin and all eyes turn to him. “I've done it a couple times myself, and I let them when they want to film it.”

“What? It's not just me? Gyu?” Kai says with a laugh, but anyone could swear Beomgyu has a collection already.

Yeonjun moves his foot a little in the following minutes as you lift your skirt up and start bobbing your head up and down. It's crazy how the thin fabric of your panties is the only sticky barrier between the two of you.

His liquid traces a hot path over your lower lip and down to your chin. He wants to burn the image of yourself fucking your mouth with his cock into his brain, he wants to look down there.

The feeling is too cruel.

So is this game.

“Yeonjun.”

So is Taehyun.

“It's you.”

“Fuck-” Yeonjun curses under his breath and immediately lowers his head to look at you, fuck the fact that he lost.

Rules.

His cock slips between your lips and slams into his stomach, and his eyebrows furrow with intense sensation. “Fuck, fuck...”

“You son of a bitch!” you hear Beomgyu laugh, talking something about his acting in the first place.

Yeonjun, not caring about anything, touches your chin with his index finger and follows the path of his liquid, bringing it back to your mouth. From below, you look into his eyes, open your mouth for his finger and he hisses as your tongue eagerly accepts it.

“Hey, hey...” But when Soobin grabs Yeonjun's wrist and stops him, he throws his head back. He swears some more. He's a little sweaty and there's a slight pinkness to his cheeks.

Then Soobin gently brushes your hair back as Yeonjun pulls his wallet out of his back pocket.

The realization that you are about to make Yeonjun come, makes Kai lean over the table and look into your mouth... Under his dark eyes, Soobin asks you if you're going to stop, but no.

No, not yet...

Because Taehyun looked too hot when he hunted Yeonjun down and took his money.

Under the table, back in your half-dark world, the last thing you see is Taehyun bringing his beer to his lips.

The third time you agree to give head almost non-stop, like a warm sweet wind flowing from your body into the boys' bodies.

Something that will make each one of them want to take a personal care in you. The urge to keep you to themselves to let you know what a sweet slut you are.

The excitement that Yeonjun can give to your stomach just by touching your pussy reaches its highest level when you comes between Taehyun's legs.

He is full of surprises. He can make you feel both nervous and safe at the same time. The fact that he takes the game seriously from the start and is good at challenging whispers to you that you are moving on to perhaps the first person you will truly taste tonight.

When Taehyun doesn't even move his legs, as if he had already guessed that you were coming to him, a small smile forms on your lips that you don't know how it got there.

Your hands settle on Taehyun's thighs and slowly make a fist there, breathing deeply through your nose as you take him into your mouth.

“What is your favorite thing to do in foreplay?” Kai asks, looking into Beomgyu and Taehyun's eyes longer than anyone else. “I like to get a sloppy head.” leans back, giving his answer immediately after his question so he can get observant.

“Fingering.” You can hear how Yeonjun's voice changes after taking a blow job, sipping his drink like water.

“Fingering.” Taehyun repeats and one of his fingers crawls into your little fist. You open your mouth a little wider and move upwards from his tip, his thighs trembling for a second. He's relaxed, probably because only you can hear his breathing.

“Hand job?” Soobin pushes his glasses up his nose. “While kissing and stuff.” He looks like he's still mulling over the question. “Mutual touching is good too. I like eye contact.”

Taehyun's hardness goes further, brushing against your palate, using your head at a slow but intense pace. He sighs when you palm the part you can't take. You want him to trace lazy circles with his fingers on your pink cheeks as he whispers how good you feel.

Instead, your hands occasionally rub and resist holding each other.

“You can't say sixty-nine.” Kai speaks before Beomgyu has said anything and makes him laugh. You are impressed that Taehyun is not worried about the conversation.

Where the boys are ambitious, he is too relaxed.

And that must be his secret.

“Basically any position where he can eat the girl?” Yeonjun adds and Beomgyu gives one of those smiles where he bites his lower lip. “I can do it in any condition.” He says with a shrug. “I like boobs too.”

“Boobs, definitely.”

Soobin remembers that he can talk about how much he loves boobs and you start to jerk Taehyun's cock off into your mouth. His patience so far is really impressive but he wants to gently take your hand off his cock and wants to roll his hips into your mouth.

You stop the wet pace of moving your head by wrapping your lips around his tip and your hand starts working faster around his length.

Your tongue sways and swirls on his tip. The sharp breath he exhales must be quite hot. He bites the tip of his tongue and you see his hand tremble slightly as he rubs his palm against his pants.

The boob talk manages to keep the table occupied and you can feel Taehyun is close.

The excitement is almost dizzying.

You pull back to take a deep breath and his liquid drips a little on you and a little on the floor. When you take it in your mouth again, you go harder this time and now you let him drip into your mouth.

Taehyun slowly rests his elbows on the table, finally opening his mouth so as not to draw attention to himself before the chopping wave that is about to come over his stomach.

And the sound hits you first because you are closest to it.

It really hits you.

There's nothing wrong with his voice, nothing that you think is noticeable, and the thickness of his voice makes you press your knees together.

It's like he's telling you how well he could fuck your face if he wasn't in this game.

The hot breath escaping his lips after only half a minute doesn't matter anymore because Taehyun is the first one to cum in your mouth in the third round.

“Ah...” lays his head between his arms on the table, attracts all eyes.

“No.” Kai's eyes widen. “How-”

You swallow, but the hot liquid has already flowed past your chin and into the thin skin of your neck. Close your eyes and gasp with him as the taste of Taehyun remains on your tongue, numbing your whole body.

Everyone is baffled because no one thought there could be a winner in this game, but Yeonjun and Soobin certainly praise your little pink mouth as they profanely remark that it's a miracle Taehyun was able to keep quiet.

The arrogance of victory should have just been shining in his eyes, but Taehyun is quite gentle as he leans toward you. “Oh, pretty.” whispering as he finds your hands. Yeonjun watches as he presses his fist over his smirk.

“Pretty baby.” he takes you by the hands and sits you on his lap. Since he won, he can keep touching you, right? What a sweet prize.

There you are, sitting panting on one of Taehyun's thighs, too beautiful and wet.

And then there are the heads that rise eagerly to see you fall apart.

He's still breathing heavily from your intense moments and brushes his hair back a few times. His hand rests pleasantly on your waist.

The first $100 pushed in front of you tells you to turn your head to the right, Kai looks you in the eye the whole time he hands it over. Like if you ask for your wallet, he'll give it to you without a second thought. As if inviting you to sit between his legs for the last time.

Taehyun picks up two of the small hairpins which you left on the table in one of the more normal and innocent moments of the night.

“I wonder...” Yeonjun murmurs, drawing your attention to him, scratching his chin slowly. “What's your favorite position?”

His voice is deep, sounds a little sick with unfinished blowjob, but very sober.

And he takes your breath away by making everyone stop and look curiously into your eyes, as if they were waiting for him to ask this question. “I-”

Your cheeks are literally burning and your voice sounds worse than you expected.

When Taehyun's hands are in your hair, you squirm a little in his embrace. “I like... riding.”

They can't take your eyes off you, you often think that you are 'in danger.'

“Oh,” Beomgyu licks his lips as he leans a little on the table. “So, like some bounce, some praise, some grasping... Huh?”

The way he speaks is quite playful as he tilts his head left and right in sync with the words, and he's already accomplishing his goal, giving your lower body a new wave of warmth. You nod in agreement and he looks at your glowing mouth as his smile widens.

“Fuck, she's so sweet.” Yeonjun says, giggles.

They watch Taehyun's careful fingers comb through your soft hair and gently insert your hairpins.

Now your hair can no longer hide your face and there's some people who's happy about it.

You don't think anyone has noticed Kai's hazy eyes. All the intense eye contact you've been making with him all along is just a little secret between you two.

He wants to taste a little of this, but the possibilities have diminished.

Him or Beomgyu.

“Do you like loud or silent people in bed?”

And Beomgyu asks, looking into Kai's eyes when he can't feel you between his legs.

Your lower lip slips from Kai's vein, you start by wetting his cock, which is hard enough. He's already just said that he likes getting a sloppy head, and he believes that Beomgyu should keep his mouth shut a little while he takes just that.

“I guess it depends on time.” Soobin answers as thoughtfully as ever.

As the taste of Kai's precum covers your tongue, you open your mouth a little wider and place your hands on his inner thighs. The chair moves slightly, his thighs are too tense. He fidgets in his seat as if he wants to put you there after he cums in your mouth.

“Isn't silence a bit romantic?” Taehyun says, running a hand through slightly sweaty locks of his hair.

And Beomgyu shrugs. “Should they lie face down and be quiet?”

He draws attention to himself with his thick voice.

“Or close their pretty mouth and listen to you?”

He runs his eyes over everyone at the table as he tries a spicier way of asking about loud and silence.

You place your knees further between Kai's legs and the tip of his cock rests carefully against your throat. You keep sucking him like that to avoid making any gagging sounds. Kai starts to bounce his right knee. You are a little relieved to know that he is not usually noisy, but the low moan you just heard was absolutely heavenly.

Yeonjun combs his hair back. “Keep their pretty mouth open and listen to me?" answers and grins at the awkward look between Beomgyu and Kai.

“Okay, the awful dirty talkers are making themselves known.” Soobin grimaces, but you can hear in his voice that he's grinning too.

When you decide you've warmed him up enough, you slide Kai's head slightly towards your throat and his mouth opens. Despite the wolves around the table, he nonchalantly puts his hand on his thigh and you are a little nonchalant yourself as you hold his hand with need.

You try to swallow and when that increases the pressure around his cock for a second he squeezes your hand lightly. His hand is warm and sweaty, intertwining your fingers.

“Kai, what about you?”

You hear Beomgyu's voice.

It is deep. Almost insinuating.

You squeeze Kai's fingers nervously. It takes you a few seconds to realize that no one gives a fuck about the game anymore.

Kai doesn't hesitate to make wild eye contact with Beomgyu. When he lets go of your hand with everyone's eyes on him, your mouth stops in surprise.

"Loud."

He whispers sharply before pushing the table a little away.

A droplet from your mouth cools on your chin, your heart beats aggressively as if trapped in your chest.

Kai's fingers comb your hair back gently. First you look at his pink mouth and then at his eyes.

“You need to open your mouth more, pretty thing."

You don't know what time it is. You're not used to it being quiet here. Either one of the little bulbs of the led lamp is blinking or alcohol or...

Your knees, pressed hard together, relax at Beomgyu's touch. You're both kneeling in front of Kai and he strokes the back of your head, push your hair back for Beomgyu and pulls his hips back a little to let you breathe.

Beomgyu's warm mouth rests against the thin skin of your neck, you moan when he presses his tongue there. With Kai's tip resting on your palate, every sound you make sounds hotter than the last.

Beomgyu's one hand follows your thigh, remembering only that you haven't taken his cock in your mouth. “You don't like me?” asks quietly.

Something is wrong with his voice but you are already being manipulated. “I'm-”

“Ssh.” He grabs your chin and lifts it towards Kai and you wrap your lips around his cock.

Beomgyu leans into your neck again, the small smirk on his lips still there as his hand goes under your sticky panties. The tip of his middle finger presses against your clit as Kai starts to slowly roll his hips towards your mouth.

As soon as Beomgyu gets you to sit on his lap, he starts rolling your clit in a delicious rhythm.

“Ah-” your face rises up with a sweet moan.

You see three other shadows falling over you next to the man you gave a blowjob to and the one fingering you.

Hands in pockets, eyes dark.

It's hard to tell if you've fallen into a dream or a trap.

you were hot, stay with us 🎩!

©dr-solomon

#what a team #what a harmony

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dr-solomon · 27 days ago

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Where’s part 2 of blood in the waater everyone wants her because i am so so desperate

oh we're at the point where everyone really wants her

#and oh my god this is my first anon in a very long time #felt nostalgic oww woww🎀❤️

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dr-solomon · 29 days ago

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oh boy if one more person wants ot5 part2 i

#u have no idea how fast my brain works #AND you have no idea the power it gives me to have 5 men in my smut #🧨

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dr-solomon · 29 days ago

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blood in the waater everyone wants her SOMEBODYS DAUGHTERS MAKING MONEY TONIGHTT

Tons and tons of 3some inspirations

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dr-solomon · 2 months ago

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Is tumblr dead or is it because i only come here in my ovalations?🕳️💭

#don't hit without listening to the explanation of my 3628292039 drafts

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dr-solomon · 2 months ago

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I'll miss the feminist gentle monster drama club yj so bad

#:(

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dr-solomon · 2 months ago

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DRAMA CLUB [2/2]

literature and dirt, snow and sweat, cigarettes and philosophy, rotten arts with cold urges and pure desire.

w: professor!yeonjun × f!reader, teacher-student relationship, smut*, angst, age gap, possessiveness, jealousy, manipulate, overthinking, smoking

*dom/sub, protected sex, face riding, choking, slapping, size kink, public fingering, mention of breeding kink, mention of birth control pills

- a long period of time was written in fragments and memories -

! be sure to read part 1 ! enjoy!!

Sleet fell on the city on a dry morning for the first time in a long time, and you watched it longingly for minutes, standing in front of your window. Close enough for them to float in the mirror of your eyes.

Fragile art is the strongest, he said. For it keeps with it what will one day kill it.

And so when that day comes, it will be the artist who dies, not the art.

Choi Yeonjun's essays on abstract immortal things seemed to be the most fitting detail of the morning. Understanding him, and sometimes just trying to understand him, felt different. It was as if there were tons of things on this planet that you didn't know, instilling an endless eagerness to learn them all.

And when the artist gets used to this chronic dying process, they will realize that their art is always there. With them.

You could feel the snow approaching.

But you already felt it on you before it wrapped the city like a white blanket. When the professor's fingerprints were all over your skin, when they turned into a tiny drop of water a few seconds after touching you.

For two days, wild frozen flowers kept coming to your lower body for you to thaw them.

Just two days.

A peaceful wind blew through all your worries about not being able to see and reach him again, and those two days became the shortest distance you have ever been away.

You felt another gust of wind when he told you outside the door of his office that you could do today's work at his house if you wanted.

There has always been something constant in his features. Like the fact that even when he invites you to his home he seems quite calm.

But he no longer hides his eyes.

“Qua...” You were looking at the dawn that Yeonjun's desk lamp made on your paper. “Qualia.”

The professor thought your sigh gave the word a second literary value. He lifted his chin upwards and let you slide a little over his mouth and hummed for you to continue.

Is that possible?

Only five minutes after you sat on his mouth, you started squeezing your pencil like you were going to break it. In fact, ever since he told you that whatever was going on in your head wanted you to do it while he tasted you.

The tip of his tongue was gently flicking your entrance and pulling flick in and out of your entrance. He was eating you as slowly as possible out of respect for your art.

“Yeonjun...” his upper lip moved down, poking your clit, and then up.

“Mhm?”

You swallowed, dropping the pen on the desk, too late for that. Your mind was empty, numbing your brain, which could normally trap you endlessly, and it was okay not to be able to write a word on paper in this chilling peace.

You flinched as you felt his tongue penetrate further into your hole, your hips lifted from his mouth in a momentary reflex, but this small distance was prevented by Yeonjun grabbing your hips and pressing you back into his mouth. You put your head in your hands and closed your eyes, his warm mouth moving left and right, settling nicely between your lips.

“Ah...” your stomach twisted with an intense sensation, his hands moving comfortably over your skin, grasping and releasing your legs.

Qualia.

To experience directly.

The thin paper slid under your elbow as Yeonjun rocked you a little, and the ornate cloud that descended on it didn't dissipate but kept recombining. At the same rate as the knot in your stomach.

A sweet tear dripped on its surface.

“Y-yeonjun, I can't...” you begged him needily as you tugged your hair a little between your fingers.

Yeonjun's hands traveled from the soft surface of your hips to your thighs and cupped them. Started to move you slowly over his mouth and encouraged you to openly ride his mouth.

His delicious rhythm made your hands weak, the small friction creating a cheeky pulse in your clit for more. With each movement you unconsciously began to make low, plaintive noises, making Yeonjun go a little harder.

He adored your sweet sounds.

Your hips lifted and a drop or two dripped down his chin and ran down his neck. You called his name with the same need, with different intensity.

He gripped your hips tightly and helped you down over his chest to his crotch. One hand went between the two of you to hold his cock for you. A sharp breath escaped his open mouth as you slowly took him inside you.

“Ahh...” Your hands instantly pressed against his chest. The intense sensation of taking him almost up to his balls forced you to stay still a little as your skin pressed together. The way he stretched your walls beautifully, the way he could easily touch every part of your little pussy... He let you feel everything.

But you saw his tongue pushing his lower teeth because as soon as he was inside you, you started to clench around him.

“I-I can't stop it...” your thighs trembled.

Yeonjun forced a smile despite his frown. “That's okay...” But you could feel how his fingers dug into your skin.

You started to move without accidentally teasing him any more.

Up and down nicely in his lap.

Go up to his head and press your hips hard into his lap just before he got out of you.

“Ah, yes...” Yeonjun murmured before his head fell backwards, you heard the 's' go on a little too long.

His cock was hitting different spots each time because of your messy riding. Not being able to find your pleasure spot as easily as he did encouraged you to go harder and turned you on a little.

Your hands became small fists on his chest, the sound of your skin hitting each other getting louder and louder.

“Ah-” he pressed his crotch against you with a growl. “Ah...”

Yeonjun rose slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, the sight of his bangs flying left you breathless.

His one hand reached out to brush back the hair from your face. “So pretty.” His warm touch scattered the field of beads on your forehead.

“A-” you felt a warm liquid sliding between you, coming from you right after the praise. His lips parted slightly and when he directed his gaze down you were sure you would definitely drip more.

He seemed pleased that he had tasted you first.

“You like to be praised, don't you?”

His deep, low voice made your arms weak. Your hips slowed a little to avoid falling into his face.

Your juices stained his crotch, you saw him licking his bottom lip as looked at this image.

He took your hands in his and leaned his head back on the bed and now let you bounce on his lap a little more comfortably as you squeezed his hands.

He was lifting his head to see your mess or to see how well your pussy was doing and there was always that thing in his eyes that made you shiver like the first time.

Then you saw him gritting his teeth for only a second.

He pulled you by the hands and laid you softly on his chest and his hands found your hips.

He pressed his feet into the bed and started to pound his hips against you.

You are gripped tightly by him, your open mouth touching his chest messily with the speed of his thrusts.

Yeonjun rode the last and most violent wave of pleasure hard inside you for minutes. You were absolutely sure that you didn't come only once.

You fucked so many times that you knew he was coming when his fingertips dug into the soft skin of your thighs and his tongue flicked a little in his mouth.

In just a few days. Maybe a week.

It felt warm, the way his palms rubbed up to your waist, wrapped tightly around it and didn't move until your sweet dizziness had passed.

Maybe it's just because he loves it when you breathe heavily.

And then to watch him with half-eyelids when he gets out of bed to tie a knot in the condom.

Once you had tasted it, it was a disappointment in your stomach that you could no longer feel him filling you up. But seeing that he was really strict about it made you often remember that intense moment in his office.

He later went and bought birth control pills for you.

You had an influence on him. You saw that. Shattered boundaries.

An effect that weakens a part of him.

The primal feeling of not being able to control your desires that day was the same for both of you.

Yeonjun took your hand.

This relief healed everything in your life so quickly that you were afraid of it. The energy was so strong no matter how close you were. It felt suspiciously heavy in your chest, yet it felt wonderful.

You were not thinking about it yet.

Not when Yeonjun kisses you from your elbow to your shoulder and nuzzles into your neck and murmurs that you smell so good.

Not when you find out how he likes coffee and try to explore his kitchen one morning.

Not even on his refrigerator when a few quotes pasted there make you admire him again and again.

Not when you are sitting on his lap, in one of his clothes, while he caresses your skin heavily as if he is the only person you have ever needed in your entire life.

In just a few days. Maybe a week.

"Ghostfires from heaven’s far verges faint illume,

Arches on soaring arches,

Night’s sindark nave."

Yeonjun murmured in a tired, hoarse voice, taking his time. The sweetness of the way you pressed your cheek against his chest and regulated your breathing opened optimistic doors in his dark philosophy.

His hand touched your face to caress your exposed cheek.

You raised your head slightly as you realized that these lines were the poem you had used in one of the first works you had given him.

“You...”

He nodded, running his fingers gently through your hair and watching what he was doing. “I keep everything you give me.”

Your lips parted slightly. He smiled slightly as your chest resting on his chest transmitted the rhythm of your heart directly to him.

He tilted his head to look into your eyes and this happened at the same time as you approached him. His hand in your hair cupped your cheek, gently brushing your noses together. “You are a very smart girl.”

His whisper touched your lips, your hands trembled for a second on his chest. You felt that you would believe everything he said blindly.

“Almost all of them were good enough to present to the jury.”

You had witnessed a couple of times that he was not happy with the choice being left to him, but at the time you didn't think it was out of admiration at all. Having the opportunity to talk about that cycle, where you often wondered what he thought, made you move a little bit on him. “So how did you choose?”

Yeonjun's hand finally touched your cheekbone before it was removed from your face and then turned into a pillow under his own head.

You saw what an organized and meticulous man he remains, even in his own home. A huge drawer reserved only for ties and watches. Five pots with the same kind of tulips on his small balcony. Paintings on the wall, arranged by width and height. Not even a dirty mug on the kitchen counter and everything else you missed.

But above all, there was now his messy hair, his sleepy voice, his tank tops, his shampoo, your lighting his cigarette and of course your hair clip on his desk.

You're starting to smell more and more like him and his house.

“You usually looked nervous around me.” Yeonjun murmured. “At least when you're giving me your work.”

He was silent for a while before he spoke, and then he took his eyes away from the window he was watching and looked at yours. “That's why the first time you smiled, I drew a star on the paper you gave me.”

His gaze returned to the sweet smile on your lips as your pupils tried to grow a little bigger for each of his words.

Just like that day.

“I took that smile to mean that you were somewhat confident and happy with your work.”

The fact that he presented to the jury the work that you liked and felt good about, not the work that he liked, took a bigger place in your mind than you expected.

Maybe it was his maturity.

All this confidence, all this sweet ache in your chest.

Even if the first time you saw his world was blurred by the time you were in his arms, you always knew there was something there that had no answer.

You sighed deeply as you rested your cheek against his chest again:

"Maybe I smiled so you could smile back too."

The snow decided that it liked to fight with the rain and continued to disappoint all its lovers.

Ever since you got into the habit of pressing your fingertips against the droplets on the professor's jacket, this stopped being a problem.

Winter was never calm here.

Instead of creating a brand new feeling, it magnified something that was already inside you.

That day you called your inner restlessness a paranoia and pushed it into the space in your head and just kept doing puzzles with him.

Yeonjun was so quick to know when something was wrong that you were hurting your face to keep the smile there.

Until a few weeks ago, sitting on his lap, you believed that you would never fall into any trap in your head. That your mind couldn't trap you.

Without taking into account that it is his lap that feeds everything good and bad in your head.

"Tree of the olive family."

"Ash."

"Mardi Gras City."

"New Orleons."

"Kimono Sash."

"Obi."

He was the same.

He gave answers in his usual calm voice. He commented like the professor of literature that he was and showed you that interest that you melted under.

Everything was the same.

And you wished maybe it wasn't a little bit like that.

Maybe a little more special.

As soon as you felt his warm palm on your knee, you lowered your head and quickly read the first question in the puzzle.

“Oden's crows in norse mythology.”

The first time Yeonjun was silent, you knew it was definitely not because he didn't know the answer to the question.

“They asked about Nyx last time, didn't they?”

His thumb moved on your knee, he looked directly at your face with the same expression when you were silent and now when you spoke.

You weren't sure if he noticed your nervousness and ignored it, or if it was a way of continuing the conversation to say that everything was fine.

You only thought of crows while he said something about how much the puzzle creators love mythology.

“Do you think it's because of winter?”

“Winter is nothing more than cinnamon.”

Yeonjun's mug touched the table, followed by your sweet chuckle. “Cinnamon is definitely better than the ice stalagmites.”

The not-so-old memory or memories created a small silence.

You could be really sweet together. Despite the age difference, you found that the conversations you had could be extremely enjoyable. It made you feel like you didn't need anyone else and it definitely made you more confident for the rest of the world.

There was no question of wanting the world and the rest of the world.

You saw the professor's lines, you crossed them, but there is more.

“How is the writing going?” he asked.

“I'm trying.” You replied without taking your eyes from where you were staring, unsure how sincere the small smile that was still on your mouth now seemed.

“Mm?” Yeonjun gripped the mug again but didn't bring it to his lips.

You felt uneasy as you realized that you had entered a phase where you were losing inspiration.

There was no big deal about the question, he always cared about your writing.

It's just a matter of not being in the same situation every time he asks.

“When was the last time you wrote?”

The gentle tone in his voice was there, but more serious.

You weren't sure how to explain to him the possibility that your hands had disappeared with the rest of the world.

“Actually... I didn't have any work to complete after the competition.”

Your lips closed as you finished your sentence. Your body filled with a foreign sensation on top of his, you could feel it in your blood.

The loosening and re-tightening of his grip on the cup.

After the competition.

And in telling him, you solved the problem.

Probably by getting him to figure it out too.

That evening, at his house, you cried, feeling that everything was coming together. He hugged you, you didn't have to make excuses for a few lessons. Combed your hair with his fingers as if you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

Without saying a word.

You didn't get off his lap until your already hoarse sobs subsided. And then when you try to laugh about how ridiculous things you cry about.

His lap was the safest place you've ever felt.

No kisses, no sex, no recounting of any detail you caught in the sky, no philosophical reminiscences of Yeonjun... That night ended somehow.

And tomorrow, you realize that night is not over in your mind.

A fear that has been there for a long time, long overdue for reflection.

Nothing has been the same since the overwhelming thing declared its freedom in your chest.

This time you couldn't push away the idea that all this nervousness was because of him.

Even though he is holding you in his arms more than ever before, it's getting worse and worse.

Yeonjun was always one step behind.

And it seemed that something was happening in his chest too.

But on the contrary, something was trapped in him, not liberated. You feared that more than anything else.

One by one, photos of all those desperate moments when he seemed to be in something that was going to end anyway appeared in your mind.

You wondered if he knew what he was doing.

The fact that you had never talked about it brought the idea that you were being paranoid into your mind relentlessly.

But you certainly didn't know how to silence that new voice in your head.

It was just another Thursday when a dry melancholy combined with sage and snowflakes and started to get a little wet. You didn't even look at the new NY Times. Only blank stares accompanied the brief but beautiful sight of snow on mountains whose names you don't know or have forgotten.

It was hard to tell who the ghost was.

It took a while to realize that the competition was doing something to your identity at school. It was sweet and felt good to have enthusiastic students you didn't know trying to get to know you and talk to you, but they also made you realize that there was something wrong with the current state of your passion.

You felt that it was still there, living with its own rhythm somewhere in your head, like another little heart. But was it more subtle? What was your philosophy behind it, or why were you writing?

Why couldn't you write?

On the day Choi Yeonjun's boys were added to the ranks of those eager students, it rained less than on other days. They called your name in the hallway to his office and pulled you into a conversation with lots of laughter.

After greetings and a few questions that felt like the interview you are used to, the conversation turned into a gossip about the professor when one of the boys said he was 'like a fucking Tim Burton character.'

Learning that he only made them read classics written by women gave you a smile, not a surprise. It was the moment when the conversation felt more alive, with the desire to know more about him.

You had heard several times that he had certain concepts and this was confirmed by his students who knew him best. It was nice to listen to the memory of a cozy atmosphere with a bottle of wine passing around the rows. You felt you wanted to do something like that with him. It was of course not new to hear how gently he insulted, and one sentence uttered by the tallest of them towards the end stood out above everything else in your mind.

“The more he interferes in the process, the worse you are.”

You needed a little silence to remember that the process you shared with him was very gentle and quiet. It was the same feeling you had felt when he told you that you were challenging him, but a little more intense.

And now that you knew a little more about him, it was even more exciting when he appeared at the beginning of the corridor in his familiar coat.

He was never late, but his steps were quick, bringing a cold wind in that direction.

As he pulled his scarf around his neck, he gestured to the boys to his office. You waited patiently in the corner for them to finish their 'Afternoon' conversation.

The relentless curiosity inside you, which was very difficult to silence, was feeding your shyness, but you hated being alone with your feelings and interest in him from the beginning. There was also the fact that your last days had not been the brightest. When his eyes found yours, you could find nothing of that in his face yet. He didn't smile until he was within two steps of you.

That feeling you always had in your stomach for him certainly didn't always feel good.

“Can I join in?”

The smile on his face grew at your question, and a little at yours. With a slight frown. “Why?”

Even after all that, your communication was not like normal people do. You never got any of those little words of welcome and kisses from him.

Your reaction was just to be okay with it and get used to it quickly.

“I'm curious.”

You hesitated a little about your answer and the slight change in Yeonjun's face made you bite the inside of your cheek. His smile turned into something smaller but his hand moved to cup your cheek. “Trust me, you don't need it.”

“Not that I need it...”

You stopped as quickly as you started the sentence and that was enough to create a silence between you.

You caught the slow change of expression on his face and it took your breath away. You were not used to his emotions being reflected in his facial expressions.

His thumb moved across your cheek, waiting for you to continue talking.

Something that suddenly climbed into his eyes made you tremble with such guilt that no words came to your tongue. When his grip on your cheek loosened, you grabbed his arm, not knowing what to do.

Corridor.

How long has he been there?

You saw his eyebrows slowly furrow, you squeezed the thick fabric of his coat. His hand slid slowly to your neck, making you breathe nervously through your lips.

A feeling overwhelmed you, as if he was pressing you against something, or as if his shadow was falling, darker than usual.

You blinked, asked him again in a weak voice. “Can I?”

As soon as he heard your voice, he looked at your lips. His gaze stayed there for a while. He seemed to be drifted away. With a silence that made your guilt even more intense and with his eyes that looked thoughtful.

Was it only a few seconds? What he did to your heart certainly didn't last that short.

Yeonjun's frown disappeared as his eyes found your eyes again, and so did the dozens of indecisive emotions you had just seen on his face.

He licked hid lips as gently withdrew his hand from your warm skin. When he took half a step back, you reflexively took a small step towards him.

But this time it was just before he uttered the sentence that would make dozens of emotions flash across your face and make you frown.

“If you have something under your skirt.”

“Not wanting to talk about serious things is not not thinking about serious things. You certainly have one head, but even the ugliest letter has a sandbox.

The most broken arm of love. It doesn't change that smoke can kill you when you can't smell it. On the other hand, there is seeing the smoke, realizing that your body continues to breathe freely because you cannot smell it, but knowing that you will die.

And why can't you smell?

Is it because your senses have already accepted to live under the yoke of your newfound celestial sensation? Is it because it is easy enough to extinguish and burn a few constellations there?

Common blindness comes into play here, but if the hands over your eyes were your own you would recognize them.

Are you going there or are you being led there?”

“We need to talk.”

Your letters were pushed by your pulse, half of the anger in your blood was at yourself. For still having tears in your eyes at his dry expression when it had been obvious for a long time that you were not in a healthy relationship.

But there was still, above all, only a very heavy love.

“I'm so beautiful, I'm so smart, but until someone else comes near me?”

And it's there even when you get angry.

“Are you going to start ignoring me? Like you always do?”

First Mr. Darcy and now his students.

Your words came out weak and hoarse in contrast to the strength of the emotion inside you. You didn't want to yell at him or fight with him anyway. The relationship always felt like a glass surface prone to breakage and you always walked on eggshells to avoid losing him.

You hadn't planned to get it out of your chest here today, and even talking about it was scary in itself.

Because the feeling that you could distance yourself from everyone if Yeonjun wanted you to, was there deep inside you in a way you didn't know how it got there.

Which should have been only one of the main problems.

“Y/n,” his voice was as low as yours. You hated how small the mature look in his eyes made you feel.

“I think I hurt you.”

“What?”

Your eyes widened slightly, you forced a smile to keep them from tearing up. “Are you going to be an asshole this time?”

One by one, the houses in your body, built by feelings you didn't even know you had, began to shake. You didn't know what came out of your mouth, but you didn't have time to regret it. Was he realizing this now? That he was hurting you?

Your head spun violently, either from anger or fear of losing him.

Yeonjun's hands moved in his pockets. Your words made no change in his facial expressions, so you wished that little swallow meant something. He lifted his chin up slightly and opened his mouth.

“No.” you interrupted him with a broken voice, almost whispering as you unconsciously took a step or two closer to him. You did it as if begging him not to tell you that. You knew what the slightest regret in his eyes could do to you.

Because just as you knew you would never find another one of him, he had already told you that he would never find another one of you.

And you believed it with all your heart.

“I didn't expect you to put a ring on my finger, I-”

“Didn't you?”

This time he interrupted you. In that lovely gentle voice you are used to now, with its different tones.

That thing in his eyes, directed towards your eyes, was exactly the opposite.

“I guess I can't make that sentence.”

Your lips remained open after the sentence you could not finish. You felt the key words echoing in your mind. Just as quickly as your blood boiled, it calmed down.

A sensation so intense that it made your ring finger itch.

You blinked as he pushed himself off the table. His confession stunned you and maybe even made you regret not being honest.

Or the possibility that he feels more than you think.

His hand rose to your neck, noble as always.

“You're-” Your heart clenched as your words was interrupted by him pushing your cheek to the right with two fingers.

“You-” you tried again but this time you were silenced by a slap, your face remained still in that direction for a while.

The sound of your shaky breathing hit the wall behind you, a terrific throbbing started between your legs. You turned slowly towards his face as he placed one hand on the wall next to your head. You felt your pupils flutter under his gaze. He saw how his brute force made your cheeks flush, but the steady dark look in his eyes didn't leave, not even for a sneer.

His hand rose again, this time slapping you near the mouth, more slowly, because he knew you liked it.

A few strands of your hair fell to the corners of your eyes. The thought that your cheek was flushed from his slaps made you feel weak.

He was doing it again. He was silencing everything again.

Your back was pulled away from the wall for a kiss but as soon as you got close to his face his warm fingers wrapped around your throat.

Your lips parted with the sound of a breath. He held you close to his face, close enough for your noses to brush. Enough to feel all your sweet breathing on his face.

“You didn't expect?” he asked, keeping this topic alive in his mind kept doing something to your heart.

“I... I lied.” you whispered, his grip on your neck tightened for a moment. “And,” he whispered while looking at your lips. “What did you just call me?”

Now as he brought you a little closer to his face, his eyes flashed with something sharp, as if he wanted you to say it again.

Your hands dropped to your sides and you looked at his lips for a second. He reminded you of your anger but took away the strength to sustain it.

“Asshole.”

Your sharp whisper hit his face and you watched his lips slowly open. Your heart was still pounding in your chest. Just like Yonjun's fingers, which he hadn't yet removed from your neck, pressed lightly against your pulse.

Seconds later your mouths collided harder than ever before. Your mouths fell victim to poorly constructed lust.

He kissed you as if he wanted to tear something from your taste, and he moved his hand to your cheek, sure that if he grasped your throat any longer he would leave you breathless.

You squeezed his wrist as he pushed his warm tongue into your mouth. Feeling your skin becoming more and more sensitive came with his hand sliding down your neck.

“A-” You added a desperate sound to the wet sound of your tongues parting. Yeonjun felt the need to pull back and look at that, your eyes and your red lips.

He narrowed his eyes, pulled his wrist out of your grip and grabbed your chin. He pressed your body against the wall and leaned into your mouth again.

And no, you've never kissed so hot before.

Not even when you completely undressed in front of him before sitting on his lap on the terrace of his house.

Was anger as glorious a feeling as he wrote, or did all these obstacles make you desperately want to touch his skin more?

“A bunch of boys,” he whispered breathlessly, your foreheads pressed together. “With the same interests as you.” his hand slid slowly under your shirt, sliding over the warm skin of your waist. “About your age.”

“No-” you groaned, eyes widen even more. His hand squeezed your waist in an almost possessive manner. “No?” he tilted his head slightly to the side and kept looking into your eyes, his hand stroking your stomach messily, his fingertips slipping under your underwear.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you closed your eyes tightly. In his arms, out of the world.

“And it wouldn't be impossible, would it?” his warm lips brushed your ear. He arching your back as he gently pressed you against his desk then slid a finger inside you. “Wouldn't it have to be a secret?”

“Yeon-”

You really wanted to call him. You wanted to repeat his name a billion times for everything you couldn't say.

His lips brushed against your cheek, the feeling of how beautifully you wet his finger made him close his eyes for a second. You tried to find something in his quiet sigh and then it felt like he was talking to himself and not to you all along.

And it wouldn't be impossible, would it?

His second finger slid slowly inside you, your knees slightly bent. He rested his other hand on the table and caged you. You put one hand on his hand on the table, needing a little more contact, while your other hand grasped his wrist and accompanied his movement.

Your cheeks touched as he continued the slow rhythm of his middle and ring finger sliding in and out of you from behind. He listened to the small needy sounds between your breathing as he took his time stretching out your warm walls.

Cause of him.

Just for him.

His low moan added to the wet sounds coming from down there. On the table, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

His pushed fingers inside you again, stopped somewhere deep inside and pressed hard there.

“Ah...”

Your head fell back.

“Why did you want to join?” he whispered in your ear. His voice, thick with desire and anger, closed your eyes. He kept pressing his fingers against one of the sensitive spots inside. He kept his eyes on you for an answer as he continued to curl his fingers heavily.

You felt the desire overwhelming you.

“For you.” you barely said, in a breathless whisper.

You felt him swallow behind you. He pulled his hand off the table without leaving yours and put it on your stomach. He used it to glue you to his body.

“Are you sure?” His fingers moved again as he pressed you a little more against the table.

“Yes...” your head dropped a little, your face contorted with pleasure, but you were also flustered, feeling that you had to talk to him. “How did you lecture-”

You lost your voice as he began to pump his fingers hard inside you. You saw his hand on your stomach slide down as well, disappearing under your skirt, and you cried out as his fingers found your clit.

“Shit...” he whispered sharply, his brows furrowed, he went harder to hear more of your needy sounds. He continued to press his fingers hard against your walls without stopping as he quickly rubbed your clit.

“A- Ah- Please...”

The knot in your stomach hunched your back, making you lean forward even more. The hot drops running down your thighs made you moan with the need to hold on to something and you found his wrist again.

Yeonjun tilted his head and looked down at your hands, which were now swaying together. He bit his lip to keep from letting out a string of curses for what the realization that tears were glistening on your cheeks had done to his mind.

Your upper body touched the table with the hot liquid you felt on your thighs. His fingers made you dizzy, continuing to fuck you as you came. Your eyes rolled back.

Your whole body was overwhelmed by pleasure under his shadow, and for a second something like concern appeared in his eyes.

Not satisfied with cleaning you gently in his office, he said he wanted to take you home, and there, for the first time, when it took him a long time to get a response from you, you already knew.

That something in your chest had given up.

When the late afternoon sun decided to let the snowflakes have a little more time, it was another wonderful sight for the afternoon.

No matter how warm it was inside, if it was snowing outside, it was snowing everywhere.

Something they wrote on the wet roads, that you have less than a second to read. And they say poetry is more powerful when it contains the need for a person.

Maybe they were right.

Because his voice and his presence were comforting despite everything.

“I remember you had a life,” he murmured, his fingertips sliding slowly from your shoulder to your arm. “When I saw you with your peers.”

You heard the small sound of his hand entering the water to hold yours and you closed your eyes.

“I remember that I couldn't keep you to myself, that the whole world needed to hear you...” he leaned his head against yours, his voice lower now.

This was never the scenario you created in your mind when you realized there was a bathtub in his house.

Your legs between Yeonjun's legs were wiggling timidly and you kept sighing quietly. There were so many questions to ask, answers you really needed to get. You knew that every second you didn't speak would haunt you later. And how long it could take.

The cruel thought that you weren't about to lose him, that you never had him in the first place, made you want to just live in the moment.

You couldn't count the number of times he said you had a style that put you over the top. You didn't know if it mattered anymore.

Where was the passion in that?

“And you,” he kissed your temple, his warm lips spreading a small wave of sun on your face. “You can't ask me to be selfish.”

He interlaced your fingers, you squeezed his hand. You leaned into the kiss you felt on your head.

“I know what I feel.”

When his voice was at its lowest, it made you open your eyes slowly. His lips lingered on your hair.

You slowly turned your head back and found his eyes. He loosened his arm around you, making it easier for you to turn to him with your body.

You put one hand on his bare chest.

“What do you feel?”

And you asked.

There was a delicate tone of curiosity in your voice, but there was also the hoarseness of a question asked without waiting for an answer. One that clearly made him part his lips slightly.

When his eyes felt different now, you wanted to believe that they really looked different. When his fingers slipped softly between yours and settled on your waist.

You heard his breath in the silence.

His gaze fell to your lips as your other hand moved to his chest, adding to the warmth there. And seeing them slowly parting, he moved his fingers from your waist, pressing lightly against your skin.

All it took was a little pull away from the warm wall of the tub, and he leaned down to your face and kissed you.

It was not because he was a coward, but because he respected you.

He explained in the quietest way how otherwise he would have claimed you and kept you for himself. You knew that you already belonged to him and would continue to belong to him for a long time. When he told you that he couldn't ask you to be selfish, he was reminding himself that he shouldn't be selfish.

No other student would solve crossword puzzles in that schoolyard except you. No one else would blossom in silence like you.

There isn't another one.

He kissed you so gently that he didn't even have to show that he was as ruined as you are.

And the pessimistic literature that clung to you in exchange for a glittery page was eerie. Even if Oden's crows had warned you about what they saw, you weren't sure if they could have changed anything.

Because it wouldn't be called murder for a long time.

Now it was hard to tell whether the snow was actually writing something or trying to fall harder to the ground.

“I know you will be a very successful woman and I will follow all your work.”

The smoothness of his voice was felt on your chest.

“And to have once held you in my arms...”

The fact that you felt his warm arms around you for the last time stopped his sentence there, making the bitter silence he had interrupted meaningless for the moment.

“I promise it will feel amazing.”

A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star

Piercing the west,

As thou, fond heart, love’s time, so faint, so far,

Rememberest.

The clear young eyes’ soft look, the candid brow,

The fragrant hair,

Falling as through the silence falleth now

Dusk of the air.

Why then, remembering those shy

Sweet lures, repine

When the dear love she yielded with a sigh

Was all but thine?

After all that, the fact that you couldn't write as often as you used to brought the thought that your art wasn't raw every day. Choi Yeonjun once gave you everything to protect and nurture your talent.

That's what makes you still stand tall.

That makes you feel like you have to stand still.

With your respect for him, your belief that he created your tomorrow, and your admiration that has never been damaged since day one.

But he certainly should have taught you something about the few tears that glistened on your face when you locked eyes with him on one of the coldest days of last week, even though it was so brief that you could only catch a few snowflakes on his eyelashes.

thanks so much for reading! and don't forget that anything that contains sodium is a salt🤞🏼

+ all quotes that are used in the fic are belong to james joyce

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dr-solomon · 3 months ago

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i asked my friend who was interested in gymnastics to do splits in a few different ways to see if the problematic positions in my mind were writable AND yasss mamita we're in it

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