devil in me

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“I could kiss you all over.” taejae ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

occasionally, when he gets held up at work or when the traffic makes it almost impossible for him to get home, taemin messages the group chat to start having lunch without him, since he doesn’t want a bunch of hungry bellies waiting around only for him. it happens today as well, but thankfully he manages to arrive just as his housemates are starting to set up the table. he announces his presence, and makes his way to the basement in order to wash up quickly and get a fresh change of clothes, picking out both jaesung’s shorts and t-shirt to chill in after his swift shower. he sniffs at the collar, inhaling his lover’s scent deeply since he missed the younger so much. when he goes upstairs and lowers himself onto his usual chair, he notices that jaesung, jaewon and jeremy are taking part in a conversation all three seem to be deeply interested in, with dae and kerry left to exchange giggly looks because of those three class clowns. since he’s so tiny and quiet after a long day with a packed schedule, he doubts anyone notices his presence, so he doesn’t bother speaking up, just slowly starts filling his plate. he looks down the table, pushing his lips into a pout when he realized he can’t reach the pot with noodles, which is to the right of his lover. “baby..” he calls for him softly with a whisper, but to no avail because said baby is speaking enthusiastically to his friends. the pout intensifies as taemin grips the hem of jae’s shirt and yanks on it like a child demanding attention. “baby..” he tries again, until jaesung ultimately stops talking and turns to him. he doesn’t really realize everyone else has quieted down as well, interested in what taemin has to say. “pass the noodles, please,” he says with his adorable lisp more prominent due to his pursed lips. his hand lowers from jaesung’s shirt to his leg where he keeps it as his boyfriend fills his bowl, making him feel warm. as a silent thank you, without thinking too much about it, he leans in to connect their lips in a peck. it’s the first time ever he shows such affection towards jaesung in front of the others, even though they have been aware of something going on between them for the longest time. tired, sleepy and having not seen his baby all day, he gives in and nuzzles against his nose, since they didn’t even get to say hello ever since taemin got home from work. “i missed you,” he hums just for him to hear and steals another short but sweet kiss in front of everyone, cheesing softly as he hears fond words back, enjoying their little lovebird bubble, until he notices smooching, kissy noises coming from across the table, jaewon, he assumes, when his head snaps towards the couple sitting opposite of them. “you better stuff your mouth with food or else i’ll knock your head into your plate.” ah, there’s the old taemin they all known and love, except he’s holding hands with jaesung under the table.

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No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”
“Ah, that feels good…”
“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”
“Is it okay if I lean on you?”
“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”
“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”
“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”
“Be gentle with me.”
“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”
“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”
“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”
“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”
“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”
“I could kiss you all over.”
“That tickles!”
“Mind washing my back for me?”
“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”
“I love how soft your lips are.”
“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”
“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”
“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”
“You stepped on my foot!”
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Please be more gentle next time…”
“Don’t squeeze so tight!”
“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”
“Did you just bite me?!”
“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”
“Is that the best you’ve got?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I’ll make you bleed.”
“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”
“Hey!! What was that for?!”
“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”
“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”
“You almost knocked me over!”
“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”
“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”
“You broke my nose!”

#please <3 #meme.

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oh, the irony of it all — not exactly knowing just how gone he is for the other when his relationship with his roommate has been anything but platonic. from becoming roommates and never really interacting until taemin’s asking to hook up and that’s all it is. until they’re not, but he’s still in his bed, only this time to comfort the mathematician. and maybe there needed to be a conversation in between that, something to make sure they were on the same page, instead of this guess and check method they’ve got. trying whatever out and if there’s a good reaction then it’s fine, but if the other is asking what the fuck you’re doing then you say nothing and move on. a terrible method, really but they’ve somehow made it work ( at least that’s what he tells himself ). though the lines have always been blurred and it doesn’t help that taemin’s words never matches his actions — keeping him close physically, but emotionally keeping him 3 feet away. weird how someone could be so close yet feel so out of reach. but when you know, you know is what his mother used to say when he was younger and while the phase is simple, it scares him shitless as a child of divorce. because he thinks he knows, especially in moments like this, with their fingers tangled in the dark and how warm his touch feels, but he’s not sure if it’s mutual. which is why he has a secret plan for tonight. “what if i’m hungry, then what? and don’t worry about my stupid face, we’re doing face masks before we go to bed tomorrow. no but’s about it, babe.” the pet name is said in a teasing way, but it’s in no way an actual joke. giving a boop to his roommate’s nose since he’d feel weird flicking him in this moment, “yah, why assume i’m gonna murder you? dumbass, and to think i was gonna offer you an award.” the words may sound as if he’s annoyed, he’s anything but, a lazy smile on his face as he meets his roommate’s eyes because deep down he knows that no matter what he finds out with his experiment — if taemin was a house on fire, he’d gladly run in.

do you know what’s downright sick to the bone? being deadly attracted to your roommate the first time you see him, and disturbingly jealous of him hooking up with someone while you have a thing going on with a different person as well. then you’re both suddenly fully single and you shoot your fucking shot with this godlike man, trying to convince yourself it’s purely physical for years, only for him to become your very favorite drug, no other intoxicants needed in his company, but you still take them so that you have an excuse for kissing him and touching him when you’re not going all the way. it’s sick how you start dreaming about his lips, his kisses, his embraces, how you wake up flustered in the middle of the night and he’s RIGHT THERE, but you can do jack shit about it, so you tell him it was a nightmare, so that he’d offer to hold you or get out of the house and get high, which you accept because you’ll be able to kiss him then. and when he accuses you of liking him, even as a joke, you shut down completely, call him a convenience and discredit all of your kisses down to meaning absolutely nothing. which they don’t. they mean the world to you and you need them so bad, but you’re afraid he’ll run if he puts together that you’ve caught feelings for him.

it amazes taemin that jaesung is still by his side after that, still willing to help him, and still promising that tomorrow they’ll be around each other, even if it just consists of putting face masks on together. taemin finds him incredible for that, since if he were in his shoes, he’d break down and abandon the person completely. however, he did notice they haven’t kissed or done anything really after his comments... “i’ll give you something to eat then,” he flirts suggestively, lewd as ever, trying to throw jaesung off from thinking there’s anything wrong with him. his eyes start shining like a cat’s, and he tilts his head like one as well. “award? what award...? i want an award,” taemin insists and grips the collar of jae’s shirt with his free hand, trying to bite jaesung’s finger which booped him. is it a kiss? can it please be a kiss...

#jaesung.#riotvcn #if taemin was a house on fire he’d gladly run in #I don't know shakespeare I only know alice

#riotvcn #I literally fell asleep before posting it last night with my laptop in my bed #so here you go

11 for taejae!

needy hungry kiss

taemin can’t pinpoint when exactly was the last time every muscle of his body burned like this. perhaps when he tried going to the gym with daehyun and jeremy that one time, persuaded by the former to work on his glutes in order to give his lover a sweet treat, though he’d never admit that. but it’s the pleasant kind of ache, which spreads warmth and pure sensation of love all the way to the apples of his fingers and toes. he barely got any wink of sleep in the pre-booked romantic suite of the lotte busan hotel which served as an appropriate engagement celebration setting unlike jaesung’s pubescent room and childish sheets, with his mother getting an earful of just how bratty and nasty-mouthed taemin is. never before has he had jaesung literally pass out after their playtime, but never before has he been crying ‘more’ the entire night as if his life depended on it, so sugary sweet and needy that no one would have the power to resist his mewls. he lost count of how many rounds they went for, but judging by how sensitive he got and how his tummy was in flames, he could only imagine how painful jaesung’s orgasms got since after the final one he collapsed on top of taemin and started snoring almost immediately, trapping taemin in an uncomfortable position with his legs spread and a whole human’s weight pressing him into the mattress, making it even harder for him to breathe, especially with the younger not even managing to pull out first - he left taemin feeling full, but far from fully satisfied. he graced his fiancé with some rest, abandoned to whine continuously under his breath while jaesung was sleeping. he did his best not to wake him up when he gently made him roll onto his side, but he didn’t bother to make him slip out either, carrying on with the intimate cockwarming whilst trying to calm the fire in the pit of his belly which was urging him to shake jaesung awake and make him hammer into him again and again until taemin has no active brain cells in his skull. who would have known that baring yourself and stripping away all of your defenses, showing every single emotion in the book would make taemin’s always satisfying sex life with jae skyrocket in quality past the limits the older thought they’ve already reached? although he’s currently still desiring him, he’s mindful of his baby’s wellbeing, so he attempts to distract himself and ends up staring at the brand new ring on his finger, tracing in and leaving fond kisses all over it, cherishing it in total disbelief that he, rhee taemin, has found someone who loves him enough to want to continue loving him his entire life whilst being the absolute love of taemin’s life at the same time. rhee? he no longer knows such name, it feels strange in his heart, the petit mathematician having embarrassingly dreamed about carrying the name bak for such a long time now. bak taemin. it feels so, so right. he closes his eyes and presses his lips against his engagement ring for the hundredth time, not knowing his lover has woken up and is gazing at him. he only becomes aware and thinks to look up when he feels jaesung’s morning wood stiffening inside of him, and hears teasing words about how he loves the ring more that jaesung himself. though bashful, his eyes meet jaesung’s and instantly become fond - it’s officially their first day as fiancés and it’s safe to say taemin didn’t get all of his feelings out due to jae falling asleep. “there’s not a single thing or soul i love more than you,” he says it easily, his fear of abandonment significantly lessening over the years so he has almost no trouble saying such words. jaesung’s literally seen him at his worst, there’s nothing more he can do to shock him or disgust him anymore. “you better mean that back.” taemin threatens as he pushes jaesung’s shoulder and makes him turn on his back, the older straddling his lap when on top of him. “you know how, a few years ago, i told you to leave me behind for the sake of your happiness, blah blah? well. now i’m telling you - if you leave me, i’ll hunt you down and disembowel you and make you eat your own guts. you’re mine. forever. just mine. no one else’s. you’re taemin’s jaesung. mine.” he’s getting hot due to his own words, possessive as always, having already slicked up the bond between their bodies, his own not wasting a single moment before it starts rocking. “please… more… just a little bit more…” taemin begs shamelessly, and when he feels jaesung’s approving, though tender hands on the flesh of his hips, all he can do is bend over while in his favorite position, connecting their mouths sloppily, as if they haven’t kissed for ages. with his bouncing going on, it makes it even harder for them to kiss properly, the french kiss dirty but full of pure love and need for each other, ones that they tried to keep to themselves for years, because of which they are now coming out with full force.

#riotvcn #here's the fluff you ordered

your muse telling mine “I love you” / hehe taejae ^__^

when taemin told jaesung he couldn’t go out for lunch during the weekend because he would be volunteering at an orphanage, he genuinely didn’t expect the younger to ask if he could come along, let alone spend the whole friday helping him pick out and pack clothes they no longer needed, as well as go shopping for kid toys and food. it’s something taemin is really passionate about and doesn’t regret investing his money and time into, because when you have kids, whom he already loves to begin with, but who also have pasts that are devastatingly similar to his own, his heart ultimately breaks. he didn’t end up in a group home himself, but he had an aunt who was always on the verge of sending him to one, he didn’t grow up in a loving setting either, so he wants to show them all that there is someone out there who cares about them and who was in the same situation yet somehow overcame it, got himself proper education, a job, friends, family, and a lover whom he adores more than life itself. “thank you for doing this with me,” tae whispers while jaesung’s driving them to their destination, the backseat as well as the trunk filled with all sorts of goodies. he’s holding jaesung’s hand gently with his own which is decorated with an engagement ring that makes him smile whenever he looks at it. once they arrive and the staff take them to the common room, taemin nearly immediately squats as the little ones run to him to hug him, already acquainted with the boy with the gummy smile and really cool hair which changes color whenever he visits. he says hi to all of them and gives them a hug each before going to the teenagers and giving them a fist bumps - they were really skeptical about him at first, but grew to find him cool because of his tattoos and interesting outfits as well as stories. he helps jaesung get to know the kids and tells them all about him, a couple of toddlers bringing him their toy instruments so that he’d sing for them. taemin kisses him on the cheek and leaves him for a little while to greet the staff and give them his donation as well as food, chatting about some of the new kids and the ones who left due to being adopted, giving him happy tears. with the formalities put to rest, the mathematician joins his fiancé during playtime with the kids, and helps prepare their meals, as well as feed the little babies. during so, a particular baby girl who was among new arrivals, and had both parents pass away due to overdose, clings to taemin and refuses to leave his arms even when she’s done with her food, becoming fussy whenever they take her away from his arms. “it’s okay, i’ll take her with me on a break, maybe put her to sleep, yeah?” he asks for permission and as all the kids have some quiet painting time while digesting and before nap time, he goes into the yard of the big house with jaesung and sits on one of the benches of the gazebo, the baby girl snuggled into his arms. they get served some lemonade and gifted cute little drawings and paintings that the kids made to thank them and express their love. his endeared smile shows how much the uplifting words mean to him and he lets jaesung see the way one kid drew them in a heart. “i’m so happy. so happy,” taemin announces and looks at jaesung’s face, completely enamored with him. “thank you for helping today, you’re such a good man. the best. i love you.” he’s smiley when their lips meet in a chaste kiss, the little one on his lap probably never before surrounded by such warmth. taemin only pulls back when he feels her poking at their cheeks, turning his head around to kiss her tiny hands. she’s around one years old, and he knows he’ll be praying to all gods and goddesses from all religions for someone to adopt her as soon as possible before she even forms memories of this place. “hey, jae? i was thinking and i know in vitro fertilization and surrogate mommies are a wonderful thing, really, but i was wondering if you’d ever want to adopt a precious little orphan?” taemin looks up at him with kind eyes and nibbles on his bottom lip before continuing. “i know people consider us damaged goods and think that orphans with troubling backgrounds can brings nothing good, but i don’t agree with that. if you raise and treat them right, i believe they blossom into the most grateful little humans who can love more than anyone else, because they know what it feels like not to have that love, security and safety. i don’t know. i feel like if i can save a baby who was doomed from the start, maybe when i’m dying i can look back and go peacefully knowing that i gave someone everything that was taken away from them, another chance at life.” taemin chuckles and his eyes shift onto the baby who’s playing with his fingers and slowly falling asleep. god, he’ll have to come and visit her more often. “what do you say, baby? well… don’t answer it yet. maybe think about it? and tell me when you feel like you’re finally ready for kids. i’ll wait until then,” taemin promises and smooches his cheek. “can you sing a lullaby for her now?”

#riotvcn #this took me out #but it had to be done

“How did you trip over thin air, dumbass?! Be quiet, I’ll carry you somewhere.” haha taejae

2017. flashback

“it wasn’t over thin air, there was a big rock right there... i don’t have my glasses on and it’s dark, don’t make fun of me,” taemin huffs as he gets lifted and carried bridal style, not doing much complaining afterwards since he’s pretty comfortable in jaesung’s arms. truth is, the insomniac got dizzy for a moment due to lack of sleep, feet wobbly and unable to keep his body up, but thankfully jaesung caught him just in time for taemin to play it off as a trip. he would never admit this to the other since the last thing he wants to do is scare jaesung and end up on an iv in the hospital. he’s content in jaesung’s arms, closing his eyes while breathing against his neck, light banter keeping him up until they reach their destination. it happens to be a flower-filled meadow perfect for stargazing, but as soon as taemin’s lowered onto the grass, he pushes his body up in order to straddle the musician and sit in his lap, faces comfortably close. “i wanna talk to you about something,” taemin announces quite seriously and brushes a few strands away from jaesung’s pretty eyes, heart skipping a beat as he feels arms around his waist. “so i was thinking and... you’re obviously an attractive guy...” he rolls his eyes and smiles at himself after saying that, pecking a smirk off jaesung’s lips as he lowers his hands onto his collarbones. “... and sooner or later, you’re... you’re gonna find someone you really like, and they’re gonna like you back because it’s impossible not to, even though you’re insufferable and annoying as hell,” this time he’s the one to chuckle, bite the very tip of jaesung’s nose and steal another kiss which he desperately needs in order to continue. “that person will probably have an issue with this... with you spending nights with me because i’m a car crash in human form. i know they won’t be okay with it, and i just want you to know that... when that happens, i want you to let me go, yeah?” he nearly pleads, the beginnings of his brows gently raised as he cups jaesung’s cheeks and pretends that he isn’t biting back tears, that this isn’t the reason he couldn’t sleep this night. “i promise to you, i will be fine. i will miss this, but i will understand and be happy for you. i promise i won’t spiral and self-destruct, like i told you i did in the past. i promise i will try to do better. i won’t drink until i puke my stomach out, i’ll just... come here and listen to your songs,” he nods and looks down at his lap, not wanting to face jaesung as a tear rolls down his cheek. he truly means every word he’s saying. in an ideal world, he wouldn’t be a depressed wreck, he’d be the perfect boyfriend bak jaesung deserves, and he’d make him happy as fuck. in that world, he wouldn’t hesitate twice before making his feelings known and asking jaesung out, he’d be so bold, and he’d love fearlessly. but he’s scared, scared of ruining the younger, scared of being torn apart again. “so do we have a deal?” he asks as he lifts his chin, cheeks completely wet once he looks into jaesung’s eyes softly. “you won’t hesitate, you won’t look back once an opportunity like that comes? i’d hate to stand in the way of your true happiness,” he whispers and presses their foreheads together, hugging him weakly. he then glues his face to the space between jaesung’s neck and shoulder, so, so tired both physically and emotionally. “thank you for hearing me out.”

“Sorry I annoyed you with my friendship.” hehe cash

online article writers must be 100% valid, knowledgeable and trustworthy, right? perhaps it’s just junhyunk grasping at straws by believing them when they say a change of setting would help writers get their creative juices flowing after being stuck in a very long and tiring rut. this is why, instead of in his own bed, he’s all spread out on the sofa in the living room, right across the currently useless fireplace, dressed in a shorts-and-t-shirt kind of pajamas, with his laptop warming up his thighs as he furiously types away at his piece, the usually silent keyboard now producing loud clicking noises. he’s not sure when cassius got back home from the nextdoor game night, which junhyuk had declined joining because of his responsibilities, but he can definitely notice his presence now, since the taller man has sat right next to him, rambling away about something that junhyuk currently has no interest in, nor willpower to listen to because of how stressed he is. “can we not talk now, please?” junhyuk raises his voice, which would come as a shock for such a polite and calm person to do, but his eyes are deadly serious when they snap at cas, jun at his wits’ end with him right now. it doesn’t register how he reacted until he hears cassius’ clearly hurt statement and watches him pick himself up and leave the living room, abandoning junhyuk with his own guilt. “shit, shit!” he lets out anxious curses before shoving his device onto the sofa, and rushing to his feet, following the sound of his housemate’s footsteps. he catches up to him in the kitchen where he finds him chugging water, and hugs him tightly from the back, even though he’s not naturally a person who initiates physical contact, face buried in the taller’s back. “i’m so sorry, cassius, truly sorry. this project is due tomorrow and i’m in a really bad place mentally and inspiration-wise, and i just released all my negativity onto you. i’m so sorry. please accept my apology and tell me how the game night went.” junhyuk pleads and pulls back, hoping cassius would turn around and understand where he’s coming from.

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he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to seeing his roommate like this: empty eyes, uneasy in his skin, and afraid. a tightening sensation in his chest every single time, but he makes sure there’s no sign of it on his face as he eases into his touch. “shut up, i like night drives with you.” stressing the last words as jaesung grabs a hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together before tugging taemin along to the passenger’s side, then opening the door for him. “but hey, if you really feel that bad about it, you always can repay me with breakfast… or dinner… or mcdonald’s, even.” he shrugs, his fingers wiggling against his, “wait. maybe not mcdonald’s. their fries are good, but i swear i’m gonna break out from the grease if we have it a third night in a row… unless you really want it, tae.” perhaps insinuating a date through his word vomit and complaining about maintaining his complexion at a time like this isn’t appropriate, but taemin knows him well enough to know that the musician’s only trying to lighten the mood. “so are you going to get in the car or what?” there’s a tiny squeeze.

one day, maybe one day he’ll hear that statement without the whole night drives with part in it. it’s not a lie that taemin has taken a bit of a deeper interest in the tall male in front of him, one that has majorly developed over the last couple of nights taemin has had trouble with nightmares and sleep overall. he hates even assuming it, but there could be some root of his night terrors in the fact that he’s been anxious about his feelings towards this man for days now. this man who appears to be hinting at a date, or that might just be tae’s wishful thinking? you see, taemin could have sex easily with people, but holding hands is much more difficult for him, something sacred, something he could only dream about. and now as his fingers are locked with jaesung’s, he freezes up, eyes coming to a close. he tries to imagine asking him out, leaning in to bring their lips to a close, and he might get rejected, but in case he doesn’t, he pictures meeting the musician’s very korean parents in the very depths of korea while taemin himself is a pure disgrace, a polar opposite of a proper korean upbringing and morals, hell, they’d probably laugh at him for not knowing the language of his people and not being able to communicate with them. heck, he only learned how to say thank you to jaesung a while ago when he got shitfaced, and maybe in the meantime asked daehyun how to tell someone they’re handsome, but he’d rather die than say it. he’d bring jaesung so much unnecessary pain. wincing before he opens his eyes, his free hand goes up jaesung’s chest and rests at the base of his neck, thumb being able to graze the lower portion of his cheek and jawline. “i’m not hungry, so your stupid face can get a break. can’t guarantee things will be the same tomorrow night,” his voice is hoarse and low, like a whisper after a long silence, but there’s a hint of their typical playfulness to it. his eyes are heavily hooded as he gazes at jaesung’s features. he’s too beautiful, even when he unexpectedly gets up in the middle of the night, while taemin is lifeless and definitely not a sight for sore eyes. he feels really small and wants to hide from jaesung’s browns, bury his face in his chest but they... they’re not really like that, you know? “what are you gonna do if i don’t?” taemin asks doing his best to improve his mood and not be a mess third night in a row, even though all he wants is to curl up into jae’s side and maybe get his hair played with. “all i’m saying is, i can’t treat you with a meal if i’m dead.”

#jaesung.

“Why do you like me so much?” taejae

2017 flashback.

cold strawberry milkshake slides down taemin’s throat, the temperature making him slightly shiver as he chases it with a mildly warm, salty fry. for once, jaesung’s car smells like that signature mcdonalds scent rather than weed, as he slowly distances the vehicle away from the 24/7 drive through. taemin’s staring through the window even though it’s pitch black outside, and fails to react when jaesung parks at their usual spot, that is until he finishes his treats and the older asks him directly why he isn’t getting out. without verbally responding, he throws himself onto the backseat, curling on top of it and looking at jae with hooded eyes, hoping he’ll get what he wants. he chuckles once he sees the other pull out two joints and a flask filled with an unknown fluid, offering them to the male who’s experienced yet another one of his traumatic nightmares. “no.i feel sick after the food. just come,” he whispers as he pats the seat which obviously has no room for both of them to be comfortable. he snorts and rolls his eyes at the sarcastic remark, even though it made him a little alert, and moves for a moment to let jaesung spread over the backseat before lowering himself on top of him - he rests his wary head on the older’s shoulder and gazes up at him. “i don’t like you, this all is just... convenient for me. and don’t even dare to think i like you because we kiss when i get fucked up - that just happens because i’m gay and have nothing else better to do,” taemin lies in a desperate attempt to explain himself without looking pathetic. “imagine if i claimed you liked me just because you hang out with me after my freakouts and get me food. that’d be crazy...” he ends it by nosing his way into jaesung’s neck where he finally feels at ease, threatening to doze off.

“You’re really gonna marry him?” hehe dylan and tae

there’s no point in hiding anything from dylan, since they can read both men better than they can themselves. yoongi feels the safest with them and daehyun when it comes to discussing the relationship he has with jaesung, since they’ve been their silent supporters from day one, even when tae and jae failed to see the other’s feelings. the two stepped out from the house party for a smoke, chatting in the backyard surrounded by flowers and twinkling lights, and somehow the focal point of their conversation becomes jaesung and his cute facial expressions when he sleeps - keep in mind, this is the hundredth time dylan’s hearing this story in the last three years. the question doesn’t catch taemin off guard, it’s something that’s crossed his mind more than once as he was gazing at jae’s sleeping face, wondering if they could ever be boyfriends, even though taemin was dreaming of something much more. jaesung’s his safe haven, his home, someone who’s brought him out of his shell and helped him deal with trauma, someone who knows him like the back of his hand and knows how to soothe every ache, and multiply the shared happiness. “yes. i mean..” taemin’s eyes get lost in the darkness of the night sky as he gathers his racing thoughts. “if he’ll have me. no matter how many times we kiss and he tells me he loves me, i still wonder why he never asked me to be with him, you know? so i’m a little insecure. it feels like, ten years from now, we’ll still be in this same basement and i’ll still be wondering if i’m single or not.” taemin chuckles at the thought and his eyes shift down to the ground. “even if... even if one day he leaves me behind, he will always be the one for me. i can’t picture a future without him. it just consists of us moving out, buying a nice little house, having a daughter and a puppy and living a perfectly boring life together. i’m honestly tired of this young adult bullshit. i want to settle down with the love of my life,” taemin finishes it off. it’s been a while since taemin quit all the drugs and alcohol and started living healthily, taking his sleep medication. he’s been doing it all for his own and jaesung’s sake, for the sake of their, hopefully joint, future. he glances at dylan to see why they’re being quiet, but only catches them frozen, staring at something behind him. taemin furrows his brows and turns around, coming face to face with the tall jazz boy himself, eyes becoming two donuts as he doesn’t know how to act. with his cat eyes shifting back to dylan, he notices they bolted inside and left the couple alone, or more so, left taemin to struggle like a fish on dry land. “jae, i...” he begins helplessly, but all he can ultimately do is bury his tomato face in the younger’s chest, clutching the fabric of his outfit tightly with his hands which are drenched in cold sweat. “i’m sorry. please.. please don’t get scared off, i promise i’ll tone it down,” taemin looks up at him with orbs filled with tears, scared, bambi-like, getting up on his tippy toes in order to press their foreheads together. taemin rarely cries, which is why it’s a devastating sight to see. “please don’t leave me,” he nearly sobs it out, terrified that jaesung will see him as overly attached and delusional.

“You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” taejae:p

getting adapted to a new job and therefore a new schedule not only affects taemin, but the rest of his housemates as well since now they have to be considerate of his new habits and responsibilities as well as availability upon planning certain group events. but there might be a special someone who’s taking this fresh development a bit harder than the rest, a certain lanky aries currently glued to his side. if viewed from afar, taemin would seem unaware of jaesung’s presence, if it weren’t for the little hums and lulls of appreciation he lets out while having his belly rubbed, neck kissed and hair played with - yes they’ve known each other for ages, but during these last three years something changed between them, they’ve really learned how the other ticks. it’s known that after coming home from work, taemin needs to shower and eat, which is followed by a calm session of snuggles and occasionally work complaints, which are all ways of taemin recharging. right now, he’s resting on his back, his lover molded into his side as the older seems to be more focused on his phone. though at first he was reading the news and scrolling through social media as well as watching a few cat videos, now he’s typing up a lazy reply to one of his coworkers - the man is blatantly flirting with the petit mathematician who seems to be painfully oblivious of his shameless advances. he can hear a couple of mumbles and groans coming from jaesung, as well as his own phone being snatched from his hands - he had no idea the younger was reading the conversation, although he had nothing to hide in the first place. “yah, who was flirting? he was just being nice,” taemin complains with a click of his tongue and smoothly rolls onto his side in order to face the artist, not really caring where his phone ended up or if his colleague had anything else to say. he’s watching jaesung and listening to him speak with a growing pout. he’s read it somewhere that it’s toxic calling someone yours in a relationship, that it’s possessive and manipulative, controlling, caging, that it exposes a deep-rooted psychological issue (as if tae doesn’t already have a couple of those). so be it, he’s messed up, but the same old butterflies from years ago eat him up whenever jaesung calls him his, and he so desperately wants to belong to this man wholly. “don’t want to share?” he asks, pretending to be as curious as a cat as he lifts his brows carefully. during the last three years they’ve been hooking up, kissing, holding and supporting each other, and though they never clearly put a name to their status, everyone and their grandmother knows they’re together. neither has looked into other people, preoccupied with adoring one another. “i have a solution for that…” taemin announces secretively and puckers his lips invitingly until jaesung complies and presses his own against them. the older uses this opportunity to smirk. “ask me out,” he orders before ruthlessly biting down on the other man’s lower lip.

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a masterlist of prompts and sentence starters

[ SEND A SYMBOL FOR A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES ]

☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella

★: our muses stargaze together

✈: your muse is going away for a time and says goodbye to my muse or vice versa

❤: one of our muses says the first "i love you" to the other

✿: your muse asks my muse to dance with them or vice versa

☤: my muse visits your muse at the hospital

☢: your muse tells my muse that they need to break up

☯: our muses have their first kiss

❅: our muses have a snowball fight

☠: my muse visits your muse's grave

▲: how our muses first met

➳: how one of our muses asked the other on a first date

✌: our muses' wedding

⌚: my muse proposes to your muse or vice versa

[ SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCES FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

"Please don't leave me."

"I don't want to lose you, okay?"

"Because I love you!"

"And I thought I could trust you."

"I can't believe you forgot."

"What did you do this time?"

"We're going to get caught!"

"Kiss me."

"I'm sorry, I screwed up."

"I might be drunk."

"You look beautiful."

"That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore."

"Stop staring at me!"

"Please go away, you can't see me like this."

"Come on, dance with me."

"I need you. I need us."

"You can't just lead me on like that!"

"I can't do this anymore."

"Oh, I'm nothing special."

"Just don't forget me, okay?"

"You have to let me go."

"We'll get through this together."

"You're not alone, you know."

"Shut up! I hate you!"

"I wish this could last forever."

"Maybe I was right in thinking that I should never have even fallen in love with you."

"What would the world be like without you?"

"Why do you like me so much?"

"Are you okay?"

"Shit, what did I do?"

[ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

[text]: Fuck you.

[text]: Where are you?

[text]: I'm sick.

[text]: I love you.

[text]: I wish I could be with you right now.

[text]: I'm at your door.

[text]: Is that all you care about?

[text]: Please stop talking about her/him.

[text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.

[text]: Don't even start.

[text]: Is that all I am to you?

[text]: Help me.

[text]: Wait, what happened?

[text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.

[text]: I miss you.

[text]: Good night.

[text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.

[text]: Tell me you didn't forget.

[text]: I've had such a bad day.

[text]: Don't talk to me ever again.

[text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.

[text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.

[text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?

[text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?

[text]: Sometimes I worry that you won't know how much I love you.

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“The Office” Season 3 Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“I think we’re just drunk.”
“You’re really gonna marry him?”
“I gotta win her back.”
“Gay good.”
“Kids, sometimes it pays to be gay.”
“I love inside jokes. Love to be part of one someday.”
“She’s my ex-lover…ish.”
“Any last words?”
“Hug it out, bitch.”
“If I can get them depressed, then I’ll have done my job.”
“You’re not a veterinarian! You don’t know anything!”
“I’m rejecting your kiss.”
“Get in the car, dummy.”
“Don’t hurt me like I hurt you.”
“We are all homos. Homo Sapiens.”
“Fact: I am older. I am wiser. Do not mess with me.”
“The worst thing about prison was the dementors.”
“I accidentally ran over it.”
“Oh, you’re such a blonde.”
“You walk out that door, and it is over.”
“Christmas is canceled.”
“It hurts my heart. Hurts my stomach. Hurts my arms.”
“My sister and I used to be best friends, but we haven’t talked in 16 years over some disagreement I can’t even remember.”
“Despite being wrong for me in every way, I’m still attracted to you.”
“Boobs.”
“I’m not falling in a chocolate river.”
“I am ready to face any challenges that might be foolish enough to face me.”
“Congratulations, universe. You win.”
“I don’t like him, his giant head, or his beady little eyes.”
“I’m not fine. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Sorry I annoyed you with my friendship.”
“Do you still have feelings for her?”
“I want some man meat.”
“Seven out of ten attacks are from the rear.”
“Poop is raining from the ceilings. Poop!”
“I am really proud of you.”
“I’ve…never told you that I love you.”
“I can read you like a book.”
“I want to cry, but I’m not going to.”
“I want the house, I want the picket fence, I want the ketchup fights, and I want the tickling and the giggling.”
“Every day, for eight years, I’ve brought pepper spray… and every day, for eight years, people have laughed at me. Well who’s laughing now?”
“Don’t want it. Won’t open it. Don’t need it. Won’t take it.”
“Wikipedia is the best thing in the world.”
“Pippity poppity, give me the zoppity.”
“What, nerf isn’t cool anymore?”
“A depression quilt?”
“…You ignorant slut!”
“This day is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.”
“Society sucks. I don’t even consider myself a part of society.”
“Sometimes, you just gots to get your freak on.”
“I called off my wedding because of you.”
“Prove it. Let’s see your penis!”
“You would have left me to fend for myself. Like that time we were on the Ferris Wheel, and that kid dropped a milkshake on me, and you just laughed.”
“For the record, I am not embarrassed at all. It needed to be said, and I said it.”
“Don’t screw the pooch.”
“Welcome to Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now, check-out time is never.”
“Love is a mystery.”
“We’re all unstable.”
“I’m not gay.”
“Um, are you free for dinner tonight?”

#idk??

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G U I L T, she doesnt acknowledge it often — mostly because the people who call her out react with the same emotions as she ~~initially~~ shows, for one… not to mention she simply doesn’t feel such a thing most of the time — but it’s a little harder than normal not to when her roommate’s apparently hit her breaking point with her antics. admittedly, she knew her actions were a tad out of line at times, but it’s for this reason exactly — park chaerin is like a lost puppy. she wants breathable distance between them, like with everyone else, but clearly her approach did more harm than good; she should’ve changed tactics the moment she realized rin’s ~~innate~~ need to be liked by everyone, so it’s all on her, that much she KNOWS. the room is silent following the spiel, seul stopping dead in her tracks to process it all, before she slowly paces to the side. “ you think i don’t like you ? ” this is how she breaks the pause, words spoken lowly, calmly, while her brow remains furrowed. yeseul bites back the incredulous tone that threatens to seep into her words, because this debacle truly is a peak dramatic moment between the two. and originating from her questioning the size of their tub with her usual attitude, ~~NO LESS~~. “ i’m an unreasonable bitch to pretty much everyone, rin, but i’m WORSE to the rest of them. ” as if that’s assuring, but she doesn’t pay it much mind as it’s as thinly veiled of a statement as she’d like; she draws closer to the younger woman, arms folded over her chest. “ besides, you’re my ROOMMATE, aren’t you ? i wouldn’t share a room… or sometimes a bed… or a shower, with someone i don’t like, don’t you think ? ” well… the second point could be disputed, but that’s beside her point at the moment.

#yeseul.#I wanna flick their foreheads honestly

feeling defeated, chaerin rests her back against her closet door, toying with the hem of the shirt she’s holding and looking straight down at it. yeseul being reasonable, in her own way, and calm, baffles rin, since she thought she’d get a snarky, bitchy reply that would make her feel sure that she’s made the right decision by calling yeseul out. this way she just feels bad and is questioning her own actions. she takes a few silent moments to think it over before glancing up, only to have her eyes fall down onto the floor again, looking like a distrusting kid. “i’m pretty sure you’ve shared those with people you don’t like a million times, and we both know that. shit, you treat your worthless hookups better than you treat me, i just feel like some dumb, annoying bitch whenever i talk to you... and rooming with you feels like i’m heavy weight on your shoulders that you can’t wait to get rid of,” rin lets it out with a long-held breath and rubs her nose softly before finally making eye contact. “i understand the way you are, and that this is what our relationship will be like forever, that i can’t change it or soften you up even if i put fucking stars in the sky for you. i get all of that. i’m just telling you that i’m done trying and that i’ll, with time, manage to walk past you as if you’re a wall,” rin shrugs and nibbles on her lower lip as her eyes go over the older’s face.