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oh, such an interesting little fellow. there was no particular reason why this boy drew all the attention to him. but taemin was never one who needed reasons. he wanted something -- he would get it. or so he thought at least. and mostly it had worked out until this point. with force or not. but he could get what he wanted. his full lips formed a perfect round 'o' while he nodded to show that he understood. well, not that he was now any smarter to know that he was in the yongsan part. why was this kingdom so complicated anyways? well, but this was probably the reason why he adored it so much and why his feet would always carry him back into it. his own kingdom? well, there was the forest and the big flowers and the castle. but in the end you couldn't give anyone a direction anyways because his kingdom was always shifting, always changing. "eeeh? not safe? i'm not scared though." he scoffed quietly, shrugging his shoulders. if anything people should be scared of him. or maybe he had just his mouth too wide open? well, this could be. because right now he was alone. no myungsoo, no guardian. nothing. he didn't even have a knive with him. and truth to be told -- his body structure didn't allow him to have such a wide open and loud mouth. he had learned the hard way years ago that he was powerless. but he was good in turning people into a mad little muddle. to take away their sanity. "the kingdom i come from is more scary. at least at night." he giggled eventhough it didn't fit the scene. he tilted his head. "somewhere? but i have no money with me... and don't even know where somewhere is." he groaned, sighed; pursed out his full lips in a pout. oh, he was such a little actor. would play the fragile helpless boy. such a joke. he could always asked for help and everyone would because he was a prince after all.

⟨ · the · alice ¿

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[SCAN] Taemin for Maps Magazine

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it was surprise that settled upon his facial features so easily when the tiny cat jumped right on his lap. his brown eyes so huge when he stared down at the small ball of fluff. no, there would never be a point in his life where he would understand the older male. never. he liked to treat him the lowest, liked to torture his mind for the worst. and sometimes he would do things like those. but who was he to complain when he knew he wasn’t easier himself?

carefully the blonde boy reached out with his hand. the tip of his forefinger running carefully across the cat’s nose. “i don’t understand sometimes why you hate being a cat so much. you are so pretty and soft.” he mumbled to himself before he let his fingertips brush over the contour of myungsoo’s ear. just as careful he curled his hand around the small body, pressing the little thing against his chest before he pulled myungsoo’s clothes in and closed the door behind. there were things no one needed to see or to know. there were things that were only meant to stay between his advisor and him.

he reached his bed, sitting down on the soft mattress with his legs slightly bent to give the kitten a comfortable place to lay upon. “i promise i won’t tell anyone. but you have to promise me too that you will keep silent.” he mumbled softly and his shaking hand was placed on the kitten’s body. the first tears fell in silence. “the mirror tricked me and sometimes it’s still not easy. it simply isn’t. but don’t... don’t tell anyone, myungsoo. i dare you.” he whispered with a shaky voice and quiet sobs breaking down his voice in two. he knew myungsoo wouldn’t say or do anything. he couldn’t answer and maybe this was better this way. but taemin felt better, that for once, he didn’t need to share his tears along.

because sometimes he was, despite the insanity that ruled this kingdom, a twenty year old boy that had been through the worst for years.

( » hide&seek; lt+km)

Being a small little ball of fur wasn’t what Myungsoo liked to be. No one was taken you serious, they all would just aww at you and pet your head. That was the reason why Myungsoo always tried to hide his positive emotions behind a thick wall of coldness. It wasn’t that hard for him to accomplish, but there were those rare moments he would shift into a cat on his own without the force of happiness. This was one of those moments.

Was he feeling sorry for the little blonde prince right now? Was Myungsoo even pity him? The small kitten looked up when the door finally opened and the prince got out. It took a little while until Taemin recognized the ball of fur on the ground. With his big cat eyes, Myungsoo watched every movement the blonde male.

As good as he could, Myungsoo shook his head upon the first question. No, not happiness this time. But pity? Well, Myungsoo disliked the fact that the prince was sad. How could he have a fight with this boy then? Taemin wasn’t even trying to touch him. Without any warning Myungsoo jumped on the prince’s lap. With his little paw, Myungsoo touched Taemin’s small hand carefully without using his claws, before licking over its back.

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the only reason taemin did this was because he was bored. he had no intention to rule to world or gain power to destroy everything. but he simply loved to toy around with people. their minds, their soul, their lives. he loved to see their face when they were in pain, distress or fear. what he had been  through for years was something everyone should feel; because the revenge he got two years ago had never been enough for him. it had never stilled the thirst he had felt to begin with. crossing the borders of the kingdoms was never easy as a prince himself because you were easily caged where you belonged. the people inside of his kingdom would try his best to keep him inside of the castle and never let him go. they tried his best to cage his insane mind and restless body. but in the end he still slipped through their grasp whenever they would blink. he knew hell was falling above him the moment he would return to the castle -- but he wasn't sane enough to care for this. right now all he wanted was to touch the mirror of truth and use it.

and he knew the person who could use it every day. and he knew so well how he could play around with everything and everyone. that one particular person wouldn't be any different. or so the arrogant mind of his own told him. it were just a few words needed and promises that he could break in the end. but all of this he just did to play around and cure his boredom. he didn't know his face but only that his face was hidden behind a mask and that he could be found in the tribunal of the kingdom of justice.

the huge building made the young male crane his neck, watch in awe. his own kingdom was so different from all those others. nothing seemd right or wrong and nothing seemed to be in place. the houses so different that the most would wonder if they were houses to begin with. the other kingdoms had always fascinated taemin; so much that he always tried to escape out of his own. or maybe because his own kingdom was the nightmare he had been living in all the time? a sigh fell past his lips and he placed the palm of his small hand against the door. well, he was the prince of another kingdom. admission should be granted to him everywhere, right? he tried to push it open but nothing moved. but he needed it. he needed because inside was what he craved for. what would cure his boredome.

his hand curled into a fist and he knocked. knuckles coming in contanct with the door in a painfully hard way. maybe someone would hear his desperate sounds. maybe even the person he was searching for.

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taemin read over the last message, smiled to himself. of course the other knew where the prince could be found. he didn’t make it really hard anyways. taemin slid down from his soft and warm bed with his fragile body before he walked over to the door. the smile gone again -- of course. myungsoo would only mock the shit out of him if there would ever appear a sincere smile on his face.

he curled his small hand around the door handle and pulled it open but in the end he was greeted with emptiness. no one there. no myungsoo. nothing. he already felt the anger rising inside of him. how dare he. how dare would he play so much around with the prince. but he couldn’t even finish his own train of thoughts when the gaze of his own caught glimpse of a small black fluffball on the floor. a sigh rushed over lips when i squated down right in front of the small animal. when he reached out with his hand he stopped midway. a small cat could still scratch and bite.

“this wasn’t out of happiness. so it was pity this time, hm?” he pulled his hand back again. myungsoo hated to be a kitten. he knew it. that was the reason he used it all the time to mock him. so he was sure he hated it just as much to be touched. “i could almost think you were nice. but i still wait for the big bad surprise, little kitten.”

( » hide&seek; lt+km)

For some reason, Taemin turned Myungsoo in a different person right now. He would never lower himself for someone’s sake but for some kind he did right now. But why? Was he worried about the prince’s mental health? Myungsoo bit down on his tongue while his eyes were scanning the following lines on the phone’s screen.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → you even give me a handful of minutes and not seconds? → now you flatter me little prince

Myungsoo’s facial expression changed a tiny bit once he read the next lines. Of course, Taemin was feeling lonely but what was that feeling? Without making any sound, Myungsoo entered the anteroom which was leading to Taemin’s bedroom.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → open the door to your bedroom. I know you are in there little prince

After sending this message. Myungsoo placed the phone on a table before he closed his eyes. He hated it, he hated this tingling feeling which was running through his entire body. His clothes fell on the ground and soon a little black kitten sat on a small heap of clothes.

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a laughter fell over his plump lips and he shook his head. right -- how could he forget that?! sometimes he felt more crazy during the times when he was actually sane. and maybe he wasn’t even sane. maybe he was insane all the time. how should he know? he forgot himself after all.

to myungie: → no one talked about unimportant. i can kick everyone into misery. of course i’m important. → and nah, i don’t think that. i know what is talked about during those meetings. behind my back. when i’m not around. i just don’t care. → but i give you that. they would celebrate you for a handful of minutes before they realise what kind of asshole you are.

again, the boy laughed. was that some kind of competion who was the worst? shouldn’t it be a little bit different? his eyes shitfted over the screen. a sigh was audible. to myungie: → i am.  → am i that obvious? → they sent me to my room during a meeting. telling me i’m not helpful. well, i’m really not -- but i don’t like it here. or being alone.

( » hide&seek; lt+km)

Sometimes Myungsoo was wondering why the prince was thinking this low about himself. Was it really just a nice little side effect of the years of torture the king brought his son? At least that was what Myungsoo was assuming, it couldn’t be anything else. The young man shifted his gaze from the display of the phone staight fowards. His feet were walking on their own. Taemin’s room, that was where Myungsoo was walking to.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → how could you forget that? Now I’m deeply hurt pretty face. → you are not that unimportant as you think. → on top of that everyone would prefer you as king over me. → and we both know that → yes they dislike you. but they don’t like me either → a fate we both have deal with

Myungsoo stopped typing just to look up again.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → I assume I really would be bored without you → Taemin-ah? → Are you feeling lonely right now?

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the young prince snorted, rolled his eyes back -- for the nth time since he decided it had been a good idea to actually consider myungsoo as someone he could talk to. he was an asshole. still. after all. and this, of course, wouldn’t change within the next years. sadly. wait, sadly? as if taemin was any better. tomorrow he would probably run away again and try to kick the older’s guts -- just for fun. to myungie: → right. forgot that you are an asshole 24/7 → well, you got a point here. at least something. i can’t live with that for now. → do you really thing anyone would kill you for killing me? → i’m pretty much sure worshipping your ass would be the actual thing they would do. i’m not stupid enough to think that they like me. → i bet you would. you would be bored. wouldn’t you? without me, i mean.  → come on.. a bit. a little bit. taemin rolled over on his back again, laughed softly. that was the nicest they ever got. just to turn sooner or later even worse.

( » hide&seek; lt+km)

Having the phone in one of his hands, Myungsoo stepped out of his room after pushing the door open again. Hadn’t the plan been to lay down and do nothing anymore? Of course, he couldn’t have any plans when the little brat was bored. Myungsoo rolled with his eyes before reading the next lines Taemin just send him. Oh, this Prince always knew how to talk back. Quickly the young man shook his head and made a face at the same time.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → overly dramatic again, huh? → maybe i did pity you. I’ve served your father, he wasn’t what I would like to have in my ass to begin with → but why should I do you a favor and kill you, little prince? → I would just end with my head chopped off → maybe I would miss your pretty face a bit

What was he even writing there? Missing the prince? How ridiculous.

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The answer was quick, too quick for Myungsoo’s liking, because what he could read made him furious. Just to swallow his own anger down, Myungsoo bit down on his bottom lip as hard as he could. The pain made it bearable and tasting the metalic liquid on his tongue made him calmer as well.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → the only one i love, little prince, is you → you always tell me that

Myungsoo rolled his eyes upon reading his own lines before he got up from his bed. The bloodiest room in the whole castle? Taemin surely wasn’t talking about the dungeon or the execution place even though this would be fun actually.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → you mean my room? → I can’t see you here, pretty little alice. → hide little prince → i know where you are. I can see you. I can always see you!

Lie. Myungsoo had just one guess and that was Taemin’s very own room - the little prince wanted to play, so he would have his game.

taemin rolled over on his stomach. the white rabbit plushie still pressed tight against his chest while his other hand held the small mobile phone. the device made a sound again, a grin appeared on his rosy lips.

to myungie: → and you just told me that you are a dirty little liar when you want something → which would be the crown in my case. he let his fingers run through his blonde hair, a sigh erupted from his lips. like a little child he swung his feet back and forth while his hands were dancing over the screen to myungie: → your room is a playground, myungie. a princess playground. → or should i say... →  the room where you saved me and sent me to hell →  the room where i first met you → and you can’t little liar. we don’t have the mirror to spy. → so while you are on your way to search me, my preciour advisor -- tell me... → why do you let me live. why did you save me while you started to kick my ass later. →  when i was sitll young and naive i thought i had seen pity in your face.

( » hide&seek; lt+km)

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his ice blue eyes were reading over the lines and he rolled his eyes back into his head. that freaking bastard. though, no surprise here. he would always live in the illusion that myungsoo saved him -- but in the end all he wanted to let the boy suffer until the day he died. what else. but eventhough he got what he expected and not what he wanted; he was still bored. and myungsoo was indeed his favourite toy. to myungie: → and you do love her, myungsoo. or else she wouldn’t be that imprinted on your soul. → got ‘cha. → this is the best deal, pretty face. you simply can’t see all the benefits. → you asked the ‘Mirror to forget’ to take away your good manners, didn’t you? → hm, a hint would be... → the bloodiest room of them all. → ah, i love riddles. of course it was his own room. with a history of years of painful nights that ended with a chopped off head of his father. he still regreted that he didn’t plugged it somewhere on top. he would love to see the painful grimace of a monster.

( » hide&seek; lt+km)

Slowly Myungsoo sat down on the edge of his bed after sending his messages. With a frown showing on his facial expression, Myungsoo observed this thing in his hands. Of course he wasn’t dumb, but being a child of the Kingdom of Secrets made him rather unaware of technology. Once again he flinched once the phone was making the loud noises again. Luckily he didn’t drop it. Dark orbs were scanning over the messages, just to snort upon what he was reading again. His daddy, this sick pervert.

( ✉ pretty little alice ) → and i told my sister i love her while i took her virginity… → a lie is a lie, little prince. → especially those who just want to stuff your hole will lie to you → you should learn how to make good deals, blondie. → good i will think a proper reward while looking for you → but give me a hint or i won’t play fair.

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the boy clunched his white rabbit against his chest the moment the phone rang. a lovely melody, peaceful, calm. it didn’t fit into the kingdom at all. not into the insane kingdom the little prince ruled. a boy way too young to rule anything beside his own room. but there were times the blonde prince was less insane and more a child. there were moments when his past would come to hunt him while memories of the past were crawling underneath his skin. there were times when he remembered what happened in this room. in his room. there were days -- he needed that idiot of advisor beside him. he could save him two years ago. he could save him again. to myungie: → pretty little alice is what daddy told me all the time. so it must be true. → you are never in the mood, myungie. just for the record. → and it’s called mobile phone dumbass.  → and if you want me to tell you know ‘you get the crown’ suck it. you won’t. → you get me. and if you don’t get anything at all -- it’s an order, little kitten.

( » hide&seek; lt+km)

It was more than just bad mood when Myungsoo slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Stupid little assholes. With one hand Myungsoo ran through his hair. The young man walked over to his desk, wanting to put his papers down, however, right in this very moment a loud tone broke the silence. Myungsoo almost squealed unmanly and the papers fell onto the ground. “What the shit” Myungsoo hissed to himself. Once again the loud tone was audible. Furrowing his brows the advisor followed the sound to his bed and more accurate to his pillow. Taking the pillow away he could see the flashing light of something like a phone. Mobile phone, they called it in the Kingdom of future. Quickly, the raven haired male took it in both hands and opened the messages. Really now?

( ✉ pretty little alice )

→ what the heck!? → i’m not in the mood → what is this thing even!? → pretty little alice my ass → what do i get if i find you?!

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ah, her voice was like warm honey running down; just like her complete appearance. her steps were so graceful despite the rapidity of her movements. it was like she was trying to run away from him and he fell into the desire to hunt for her. the further she would run, the more would he seek for her. it was the way he was ticking. the more she would slip between his fingers, the tighter he would grasp for her subtle flesh. a soft laughter fell over his full pink lips and he quickened his pace again to walk right beside her, their shoulders touching by coincidence; or so it seems while the young prince planned everything inside of his wicked mind. he wanted to feel her shudder because of his mere presence right beside her. he licked over his lips, shook his head. ah, such a naive little girl. so precious, so breakable, so delicious. "i take that as an answer, that you have never been to the forest of the madness kingdom, my dear. they are darker and deeper. and far more insane." he answered and another laughter erupted from his lips. the game had only started and yet it still sparked everything inside of him. he loved it already, it made his fingertips tingle and heart race in excitement. she would be his sooner or later. she would. "but fear not, i have survived the woods of my home and i will survive those. you are like a delicate precious rose petal. i will do my all to protect you. i wouldn't be able to see into your father's eyes if any harm would happen to you. and i wouldn't want my kingdom to end up in a war for the mistake i did." as if he would care. as if he would care at all. while he spoke those words all he had in mind was his hands traveling over her subtle flesh, naked skin. oh, how much he would enjoy that. a thick trunk blocked her way and the gentleman the blonde haired boy was he stood beside it, reaching his hand out to her to grasp it. "may i help you safely over this obstacle, pretty rose petal?" and he smiled but it wouldn't reach his icy eyes. never. oh, no as much as he tried -- there was no honesty at all in those words.

♚ — neglected memories.

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— tracker.

writing — the alice with jihoon — neglected memories with irene — starter with jungmin — drabble for: kibum, jungmin, seungwan, wonho, jongin, baekhyun, jihoon

waiting — locked up with jinah — lights, they blind me with baekhyun — retribution with myungsoo ooc work will start again *cries in a corner*. this means long paras will always wait until the weekend. i only have one hour of free time during the day when i work. however short replies will still be done. so if i write those more often; i hope no one else feels bad because of this! it’s nothing personal and i leave no one out. just my time. so if anyone is interested to have a short para going on (around 300 words i guess) along with the para. -- come to me! i would be more than willing. this being said: today i will write eirene’s reply and a few drabbles before i disappear slightly. but i will be in my IM/Ask almost daily! c:

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Our muses will have a bath together.

he slipped into the warm water. the warmth made his body shiver and a sigh erupted from his pink full lips. he had settled down red behind her, legs caging that petite and fragile of hers. he leaned forward, his lips pressing against her bare shoulder and he could see how the girl curled her arms around her own body. she shivered slightly and her head was lowered; he couldn't see what her eyes could tell him. usually, he wouldn't care; wouldn't mind -- but this time he did. that petite lady woke up the interest in him ever since he had first laid eyes on her. ever since he had accompanied her into the deep forest. ever since he had tried his best to make her shiver in fear and let her mind wander in madness.

"relax, my pretty rose petal." he shushed her softly, lips brushing over her ear while his voice was barely above a whisper. he would give her all the pretty name she deserved. "i will make up for everything, i promise." he purred like the charming prince he was; like the charming prince he could be. taemin had always two faces; one of a sane human -- one of an insane monster. and eirene was one of the few persons who could get to know both of them. too bad she found the monster first.

his the fingertips danced over her flat stomach, made circles around her bellybutton before they brushed upwards. his touched was featherlight when the fingertips of his touched her breasts, circled the rosy studs. he left water drops on her perfect pure skin, watched the goosebumps rose. he could hear her whimper -- but the sound was only what he wanted to hear and not what it maybe meant. for him he could only hear the pleasure he would her. "my pretty rose petal, you will like it. i promise." he shushed her again when the free hand of his settled on her knee. water drops ran down her thigh until they vanished again and became one with the wavy warm water in the bathtub. "i will carry you on my hands. i will make you see heaven. i will make you call my name out because your desire for me will eat you up slowly." his teeth scratched over her neck and the hand of his own started to wander down. palm pressed flat on her inner thigh. it slipped further and further down, he could feel her shiver again. his hand disappeared underneath the water, between her legs; touching what he was forbidden to touch.

                                                        "you are mine, pretty rose petal."

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Our muses have a One-Night-Stand (NSFW). c:

"i've waited for this." taemin whispered quietly while he let his fingers run down the other's bare arm. "so long," he whispered again and, this time, his lips were so much closer to those of the raven haired male. his ice blue eyes were scanning his face, took in every little detail, every little moment.  his body was shaking, vibrating even with excitement when he felt the other's fingertips running featherlight across his spine. the touches left goosebumps all over his skin. he tilted his head, brushed a kiss at the corner of the other's lips. "you've been all i ever craved for." taemin purred and his teeth captured the other's lower lip between his own. his small hands stroking over his chest. he would leave marks -- but not yet.. he wanted to savour this precious moment that he could call a win of his own. for once. he got what he craved for; experiences what he longed for. 

he felt how myungsoo's hands settled on his lips, digging softly into his flesh. the slender blonde shivered and groaned. "take me. take all of me." he purred against his lips before he captured them with his own. two pairs of lips fitting perfectly together as if they had been made for each other. he parted his lips, he let his tongue slip into the older's mouth; exploring what he hasn't been able to explore all the time. all his senses were occupied by that single man he had straddled on his very own throne. he could smell him, feel him, taste him -- all he could see was him, myungsoo. his lips left the older's and there was already the feeling that he was missing something.the fragile boy lifted his hips one small hand of his own curled around the other's arousal. his fingers moving around the slick skin before he pressed his own tight muscles against the tip of his cock. he closed his eyes for a second, whimpered in pure satisfaction while he lowered his body so slowly. the other's hard arousal stretching him, filling him completely. the inner walls of his own, greeting the intruder, shook hands with the pain that tingled through his system by now. oh, how much he needed the pain. it was raw, it made him realize that all of this was real and not one of his endless imaginations. he trembled and his fingers were digging into myungsoo's shoulder -- that would be the first marks of this endless night. he let out a long shaky breath the moment the other was fully inside of him. his heart was racing against his chest, hammering against the bones of his ripcage. he curled his arms around the other's neck slowly before he raised his hips again. his forehead leaned against the other's, eyes staring at those that had called him for the past years. "i need you... you are all i need, myungsoo. the only one who will... adorn my kingdom and i could finally perfect." his voice was rough and raw with nothing but desire. he opened his lips, a needy moan telling the raven haired one how much he needed all this. a drop of sweat rolling down his temple while the boy moved with slowness, his circling, and the other's cock so deep inside of him that it could only be real. he took it slow, he wanted it to last. the nails of the other's would leave crescent marks on his hips. "you are the only one i will ever bow to." he let his fingers run through myungsoo's midnight black hair, fingernails scratching over his scalp. his breath mingled with his. his own arousal covered in precum; he wanted to be touched but he could wait. the moans of his own became louder, his movements slightly faster but never did he get away from the other; their forehead still touching, noses brushing. he wanted to share everything with him. he could have rough sex all the time -- but nothing was so intense as to what he shared with myungsoo.

    "you are the only one i would ever call my king."           he whispered softly before he called out myungsoo's name in pleasure.                he could wait -- because for tonight, he would only serve his king.

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( » moodboard; @etxtaemin & myungsoo ) 

» “indeed, my game is a bit funnier than yours. but maybe you can teach me the rules, myungie? lemme guess, someone will scream and you will turn into a little black kitten because you are oh, so happy.”

There is always this one person in your life you need and despise the most. You can’t live without them, you need them but at the same time you want to push them away. Blonde hair, blue eyes, innocent looking face - he is Myungsoo’s personal nightmare and at the same time all he is thinking of during the day.