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//beautiful stranger

pairing: lee ten × oc (female) genre: strangers to lovers au! fluff, little bit of angst and hurt/comfort, oc is also a little insecure about relationship word count: 3380 summary: "sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard that colleagues call you that way... i didn't know how to ask, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, just wanted to thank you and chat a little. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t." a/n: strongly recommend you to listen to halsey's finally//beautiful stranger while reading. oh, and also, i'm sorry, but there are some phrases in french, it really makes more sense in french than in english. it's up to u wether you want to translate them while reading or no.

the first time he appeared in their coffee shop, cherry had trouble taking her eyes off of him. he might have been an ordinary guy, just another parisian, but still, there was something about his appearance that attracted. maybe the black hair, that even from a distance seemed unimaginably soft, the features themselves exquisite and refined. but when their gazes happened to cross, it was his eyes that she found most fascinating, dark brown, but the look was just like a sly cat's. for a second, he even smiled at her, the corners of lips barely lifting.

it was his first, and definitely not the last, visit－ the beautiful stranger, as the girl had named him, had been coming to the coffee shop for months. anette had brought the same order for the second week: a pumpkin spice latte, two sugar, extra cream, and a slice of cheesecake. friend teased her for liking the guy, noticing the slight blush that covered girl's cheeks.

in love like a fool, she kept telling herself, anette only rolled her eyes at this. her friend had suggested hundreds of times that cherry should make a move to meet him and if she really liked the guy that much, maybe she should at least talk to him. the same was said by yuki, who started every phone conversation with the question "how is the beautiful stranger? have you already asked him out?"

cherry laughed back, her friends so genuinely wanting to set her up with anyone that they were ready to attack any guy at whose direction she looked. but here's the problem － the beautiful stranger would stay that way, because no matter what, she would embarrassingly look at him only from under her lashes, no matter what, she would giggle quietly, watching only for some of his actions from aside.

'cause beautiful strangers only come along mostly to do her wrong.

"cher-cher, your beautiful stranger has left something at his table, think it's meant for you."

anette smiles intricately, winking at her friend. what kind of surprise could be expected there she had no idea, but seeing the note wedged between the coffee cup and the surface of the table, girl was confused. why had anette thought it was for her?

but succumbing to her curiosity, cherryl did get the note out, unfolding a piece of paper. on it, in a slightly ornate handwriting, was written :

"sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard that colleagues call you that way... i didn't know how to ask, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, just wanted to thank you and chat a little. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t."

the cold air blew her hair strands right into eyes, blocking girl's vision. there was still a freshness to it from the torrential rain that had been pouring non-stop for two days.

that thursday, however, the beautiful stranger was in her company, they walked it seemed until the wee hours of the morning, ignoring the cold, the bad weather, the fact that they both had to work on the next day.

ten, beautiful stranger, had taken her for a night hours walk, luring her to an indoor amusement park. somehow, cherry felt as if he had pulled all the stars from the sky for her.

adrenaline was still bubbling in her blood: they had to run in order to not miss the bus, cherry would most likely fall if ten didn't caltch her in time. her blood was boiling as well from the cold of the night, cheeks really turning rose-tinted, hands tingling from the chill － except that ten's palms were warming her own.

of course cherryl knew that going to god-only-knew-where with a stranger wasn't the best idea, but for some reason she kept walking forward, clinging even more to the guy…

and when in the park he took his palms away from her eyes, the amazement she felt was immeasurable. there wasn't a soul in the dark park, frightening, for sure, but the fact that the lights of the ferris wheel were burning brighter than the stars made her feeling excitement. ten noticed that her eyes were shining too, like those of a child who was seeing something wonderful for the first time, it made smile spread across his face.

"bienvenue dans mon monde."

cautiously looking back at him, cherry smiled. In her beautiful stranger's world everything indeed was beautiful too.

"and is everything in your world like that?"

a soft laugh came off of his lips. damn, how handsome he was, cherry thought. she marveled at how he still wasn't feeling cold, except for his fluffy sweater he wasn't wearing a jacket, and the time had long since passed midnight. she was distracted from her thoughts by the touch of his lips to her cheek, warmth spilling over her face. he lingered for a few more seconds, then replied:

"bien entendu."

"your eyes, so crisp, so green,

sour apple baby, but you taste so swe..."

"bon sang, qu'est-ce que..."

phone rang in the middle of the night, and in the sack, cherry managed to notice that it's three in the morning, saturday. with girls they had a good time tonight, that headache was already giving off a slight throbbing in the back of her head.

"bonjour, are you awake?"

sleep was relieved by the sound of his voice. ten's voice had a pleasant, velvety timbre that she was ready to listen to for hours. perhaps even at a time like this she would have been glad to chat with him, but clearly not tonight.

"not anymore, what are you..."

he didn't even give her a chance to finish, interrupting.

"can i come to see you?"

her eyes wide open in a flash, was he there? jumping out of bed, cherry ran up to the window, peering out at her beautiful stranger. god, she noticed the familiar car and the figure beside it.

"ten, damn, lee, what are you doing here!?"

he seemed to notice her silhouette in the window because she heard a chuckle through the phone, they were still talking. she moved away from the window, sliding down the wall, until she felt the coolness of the floor, which brought her to senses a little.

"hey, cher-cher, guess i saw you, but never mind... so, can i come in?"

"god, ten, no," the girl felt horrible about the situation, and the headache punching a hole in her head, and everything else in the world. "don't think i don't want, it's just that girls are home and we've been drinking and also... oh, lord, just wait for me outside, i'll be right down."

"cher-cher, it's fine, i can come anot-..."

"five. minutes. boy, be patient."

cherry pressed the reset button, pulling on jeans that were lying on the floor, throwing on the first sweater she could find that wasn't even her, it smelled of young man's perfume, girl grabbed her phone and bag from the desk.

as cherry left the room she spotted anette and yuki asleep cuddling on the couch, even managed to take a picture to remember. she was in such a hurry that she almost fell down on the steps. a cold wind was blowing outside, forcing to wrap herself more tightly in her clothes, but the freshness somehow eased the pain in cherry's temples.

"hey."

despite the late hour, or early, he looked rather chipper: black hair was tucked out of his eyes and jacket sleeves were pulled almost to his fingertips. ten was leaning against the car, looking suspiciously, and his smile was strained.

his embrace was warm and comfortable, making her want to fall back into sleep, but that was clearly not why he wanted to meet. pulling away a little, cherry wanted to ask what was wrong, but ten suddenly pressed his lips to her, the girl clutched at his shoulders in shock, the action was insistent, a warm hand resting on the back of her neck, the other pressed her body closer by the waist. ten bit down on her lip, earning a moan that escaped the girl's lips, his tongue sliding over the fresh bite as if asking for forgiveness.

but behind cherry's eyes, albeit closed, were all a blur of red, that she involuntarily pulled away, ten reached after, but the girl managed to stop him.

"wait, wait, what's wrong, ten?" her palm rested on his cheek and with the pad of her thumb she stroked his lower lip, eyes trying to catch his gaze.

"nothing, just wanted to see you. very much." he stretched the fake smile again, but he couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes.

"oh, you're such a liar."

"cerise, how can you doubt my words?"

she rolled her eyes demonstratively at his reply, if he didn't speak up himself, then she'd have to make him, right?

"well you missed me, here i am. but i'd better get going now, it's saturday after all, i wanted to get some rest…"

cherry had already turned to go towards the flat and felt his grip around her waist got tighter, pressing the girl's back against his chest, she felt his warm breath on her neck.

"please don't."

turning her face a little, she tried to look ten in the eyes again, this time he didn't look away.

"then tell me what happened."

"i'll tell you, just not here. it's cold outside, i can see that you're already shaking."

indeed, cherry didn't notice how every blow of the wind sent chills down her skin.

"i know a place to go, but it closes in a couple of hours, so it's now or never."

his lips had faintly touched her neck before he released the girl from his hold.

tears rolled down her cheeks in black streams, cherry had been sitting like this for hours, her mind full of thoughts about unfainess of life.

behind her was the embossed wooden door, the floor cold and the window wide open. seems like today has been a bad day at work, yesterday they had a fight and just on monday everything was so good and so right.

outside the door, anette and yuki were enjoying their lives, while inside and out of her there was a whole damn hurricane. cold late november air was blowing through the open window, wet leaves were landing on the windowsill, and the floor next to it was already wet. she would probably get sick. she would have to take a sick leave at the cafe, she thought, minus to her salary. it seemed such a trifle, but the thought made her want to cry even more.

there was a knock at the door, but she waited silently for what the person on the other side wanted to tell, though the silence lingered, as if the someone behind it was hesitant.

"hey, cher-cher, there's someone who wants to see you... and, we were actually going to ... uh," another voice could be heard outside the door, grudgingly expressing something. "... the shop... yeah, right, the shop!"

"anyway, we're out of here," yuki's voice said. "be a good little girl you are and don't make us blush later."

ten, standing next to them grinned involuntarily, anette and yuki were completely different after all: yuki was an ulcer and anette more mellow, but he could see why cherry was befriending them. the blonde smiled sweetly at him as she heard some unintelligible reply from the other side of the door, as if trying to cheer him up, yuki patted him on the shoulder, "good luck, mate" she whispered.

cherryl heard the door to the flat slam, and some movement could be heard behind her own. ten sank to the floor, no other choice given, resting his back against the door that separated him from the girl. he knocked cautiously, waiting for any response.

"cher-cher, let's talk."

ten's voice was like honey in her ears as always, but she doesn't want to talk now. she was a little hurt, quite upset and had a bad headache.

"i don't want to talk now, i don't want anything..." she mumbled more to herself than to him. "...not to think, not to see, not to hear."

ten furrowed his brows, not particularly pleased with the barely intelligible babble of words. it looked like getting out of this situation was going to be a little harder than he expected since he was the only one talking.

"well," he took a deep breath before he began. "i'll do the talking then."

a chuckle was heard from behind the door, and ten smiled. he made himself comfortable by the door, his gaze drilling a picture of the three besties: anette with her brilliant hair, yuki showing her tongue to the photographer, and his cherry in the centre, hugging her friends, a red cup in right hand, a bright smile on her sun-kissed face.

"you see, cher-cher. everything in the world is a little more complicated than we expect. work, studies, friendship, art, literature... and relationships too." he expected at least some sort of reaction from her.

cherry, on the other hand, closed her eyes, just trying to clear her head of unnecessary things while ten developed his thought.

"so, when people don't agree on things, you know, it's totally normal. because to be together with someone with whom you agree on everything is to stop evolving. because if you give in to me every time we argue, i'd get bored. and so would you. vous savez ce que je veux dire, cherry?"

cherryl hummed, in fact, he has got a point, she understood that. and ten, without waiting for an answer, continued speaking.

"so this probably won't be the last time you and i fight. But, that doesn't mean we're going to be at each other's throats, pulling out shreds of hair and blowing our voices from screaming. 'cause the last one can be done in a more pleasant way," ten heard a chuckle, meaning he was clearly heading in the right direction. "it means that you and i are separate individuals, with our own views on life, and to some extent, standing on our ground is sometimes the right thing to do. because if you live in a complete idyll where no one ever says "no", then i'm afraid we'll part our ways." he was silent for a second, cherry tensed up, trying to allocate even the slightest rustle outside the door."et je ne veux pas de ça, cher-cher."

cherryl thought he was right. after all, you can't always agree on everything, then it would probably be a lie, which is worse than any truth. so they quarrelled once, cherry obviously was't going to give it up halfway through, and neither would ten.

"ten," she said something to him for the first time since they'd been sitting on opposite sides of the door. "i'll open the door, so be careful."

standing up, she, more or less, tried to wip the dripping mascara off her face, but it was a pitiful sight, and her overall appearance left too far from desired － one stocking had come off to her knee, skirt was all wrinkled, and hair was in a complete mess.

"hey, ten," she called out, resting her forehead against the wall by the door. "i look like a someone's nightmare."

"open the damn door already. i swear, if you're not in some unicorn pajamas, you're going to really regret what you said."

cherry smiled, yes, that was her ten, inhaling deeply and pressing the door handle. the first thing she saw was a tired look on ten's face, but he was still smiling.

"you're smiling like a fool."

"look, you're not wearing unicorn pajamas."

they stood like that for a while, just staring at each other, indecisive to make a step, until ten held out his hand to her.

she sunk into his embrace with pleasure, ten was warm comparing to the piercing cold of her bedroom, cradling her tightly, muttering something into her hair.

"cher-cher, regarde-moi."

she pulled away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. ten noticed that her eyes were red from crying, he gently stroked her cheek.

"are we okay?"

"are we okay?" she teased him back.

ten bent down to kiss her, as cherry wrapped her arms around his neck. he kissed her tenderly not wanting to let go, the girl put her hand on his cheek, and so a couple more minutes has gone by before they were interrupted by a message coming to her phone from yuki.

"are you two lovebirds done already, because anie and i are freezing our asses off."

cherry laughed and showed the message to ten, he joined her after giving her a final kiss.

"you can tell them to walk around a bit more. fresh air is good for health."

ten smiled at her with that same sly cat smile she loved so much, unable to help herself she lingered to him again.

In the end, he put her in the right place.

slowly spinning in the setting light of the february sun, cherry felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. her hands slid up young man's shoulders until palms foundtheir place on the back of his neck, fingers tracing the curly black hair. they had already grown back a lot since autumn, but cherry liked this new look of the lad, nothing seemed to spoil it.

"ten."

his eyes closed, they were so close - noses were touching, and on hearing his name boy smiled and hummed back. now, he seemed so carefree and calm and... even content with something. cherry rubsbed her nose against his, which drew a quiet chuckle from his lips, and ten pressed her closer.

"beautiful stranger."

his eyes, dark brown glinting in the sunset light, opened momentarily and the smile came off his face. she wondered why.

"you haven't called me that for a while."

it came to her belatedly that he was right, anything but a beautiful stranger. perhaps because he was no longer the stranger who camw to their café in the summer. this is her ten － heart, soul and all of that.

he's like a candy bar, stuck between her teeth, so sweet. like a light spring breeze, warm, enveloping the scent of leaves. like her favourite cherry to wait for all year.

"indeed."

cherry gave in slightly forward, nestling against his lips. It still tasted like the wine and lemon pie they ate. ten always eagerly responded because cherryl rarely initiated contact herself, he was literally able to count such times on his fingers, but not at all in rebuke to her.

he peppered with kisses her face and neck, hearing the ringing laughter in ears, sweet like honey. it's hard to believe that everything was happening in her small room, even though no one else was in the flat.

falling onto the bed they continued kissing, exploring all the exposed skin with their hands, cherry lovingly traced the tattoos on his arms, feeling the muscles relief under her fingers. his touch spread warmth all over her body, making her desire for a closer proximity.

"ten," his lips trailed to her collarbone and neck, moving higher and higher until he found her lips.

"ten, please," she whispered, only a few millimeters between their faces, eye to eye, "stay." she saw a fraction of incomprehension in his brown orbs, so he just leaned in.

"i will."

not wanting to let go, girl tugged him closer.

they laid like this for several hours until the day changed to evening and the evening to night. ten had long since fallen asleep, his head resting on cherry's shoulder, rosy cheek pressed to the soft skin, listening to her heartbeat, fingers lightly caressing lines of his spine.

carefully brushing his hair away from eyes, girl spoke aloud, more to herself, not even thinking about the fact that he is asleep:

"my beautiful stranger, stay with me forever."

"then you will have to stay with me too."

she didn't expect an answer from him, lips touching her bare shoulder, cherry settled in a little more comfortably, pulling ten against her, until the man was hovering over, pupils blown wide with the joy of his own.

it seemed like it's finally safe for her to fully fall in love.

once, we...

pairing: im changkyun × oc (female) genre: husband! changkyun × wife! oc, established relationship, kind of a divorce au, little angsty, alcohol mentioned word count: 1270 summary: it would seem that what could go wrong when it comes to love? but in fact, literally, everything.

it would seem that what could go wrong when it comes to love?

but in fact, literally, everything.

someone had paris, milano, and all at once, but all they had was a backseat in his car. meetings when no one saw, because it felt wrong. vague feelings, because… because it was difficult.

and their first time in paris should have been different: they would have walked under the starry sky, through the dimly lit streets of the city and visit the eiffel tower － do all that cliché stuff. it literally had to be sprinkles, made of gold, pestered on top of her favorite ice cream.

but five years later, the gold has completely melted it seems.

the last joint events, still a family － still a husband and wife who are engaged in family business, － smiling at all those fake people, even though they are so alike now.

"it looks like they like us more than we do"

the room was dark and the only illumination was the moonlight pouring through the window. they sat in silence for a long time, hana pretendin to enjoy the view, and changkyun starring at the ceiling, glass by glass they drank a bottle of whiskey to the bottom. the first meeting with foreign investors was probably successful, hana did not pay much attention anyway, knowing that soon this business could be taken away from her or she would leave it willingly.

does it look like those years have gone for nothing?

definitely, there were ups and downs, happiness and grief, but hana did not expect such a collapse. and it's not that she was very emotional about it, just that there were no tears left to cry. after all, what's the point of them? tears won't bring back the time she spent, won't change their relationship.

(but just maybe…)

everything was decided that evening - divorce and no other options offered. and then, washing down her despair with the redness of wine, she told changkyun something she hadn't dared to for a long time.

"and yet, i loved it so much when you lied and then said you loved me. you've been spinning my head with this shit for so long, dear," hana came closer so that her voice could be heard, "that i stopped attaching importance to it,"

a bitter smile plastered on his lips, because changkyun understood the current situation better than ever. and five years with hana would end like this because of their mistakes.

"i'm going to bed, guess i had enough of your company today"

hana headed out of the shared hall to her door, but her husband didn't seem to notice her words, maybe he just ignored her, now he doesn't have to answer her.

"once you liked it"

the voice was a little hoarse due to the long silence, but still loud enough for hana to hear. sighing, she turned to look at him and was surprised that changkyun was staring at her back.

"once, we were generally happy with what we had, kyun, but as you can see, it's not the same now."

opening the door to the room, hana slipped inside in order to avoid this awkward silence.

"mrs. im, is there anything you want to add?" "mrs. im, do you like everything?" "would you like to change something here?'

their wedding was a complete mess. there are too many things to do, too little time and they are too much in love.

of course, hana and changkyun were nervous while preparing for the wedding, but still their feelings helped to cope with all the hardships. after a hectic day they could have dinner and fall on the bed exhausted, changkyun would kiss her temple, she would rub his cheek lovingly in response and they would just fall asleep in each other's arms.

and when both of them said "yes" on the wedding, it seems hana felt relieved since for awhile, she noticed how changkyun's shoulders straightened a little and he smiled at her. leaning closer, as it was commanded, he had kissed his wife, and hana believed that at that very moment she was the luckiest girl in the whole world, then they broke off and said "i love you" laughing.

they were so happy back then.

and now hana was in bed, room filled with her sobs and screams from nightmare's hold.

she didn't want to let him go, afraid that if she does, he would fall and it would be over. she begged changkyun to hold onto her hand and never let go, but his fingers treacherously slipped out of her grip and she screamed and asked to hold on tighter...

"hana, hana come on, hey, open your eyes..."

a low voice woke her insistently and when hana opened her eyes, she felt tears running down her cheeks and girl clenched sheets in fists tightly.

changkyun was sitting sleepily on the edge of her bed, a little worried, but still distant.

sitting, hana reached out for the glass of water, but it wasn't there, and her throat was absolutely dry. then changkyun handed her one, after taking a few sips, she whispered "thanks" and the guy was about to leave, getting out of bed.

she still remembered her nightmare, how she let go of his hand and lost it, and the girl herself did not understand that she actually grabbed his hand, changkyun's eyes widened with shock, so girl immediately removed her palm, apologizing.

wiping the tears from her cheeks, hana looked at him, the guy stood rubbing his wrist and awkwardly looking at the sheets.

"stay, please?"

he nodded in response, sitting down on the other side of her, after all, they were still husband and wife and shared the same bed for so long, that now it seemed absurd.

the girl laid back down, turning her back to him and suffocating silence really made the situation only worse.

"when it's all over… will you do the shit like french exit?"

he was quite for some time, looking at his hands, and hana realized that he was probably glaring at an engagement ring, yet both wore it.

"do you really think this is how we should end? because i don't see the point in it."

changkyun was right to some extent, hana was also thinking about what would happen if everything was left as it is.

"what if we try again, hana? it's not the first day we've been together, the fact that we've drifted apart can be fixed. we can go on a vacation, stay alone and just make things work again."

she didn't answer, biting her lip, because that's clearly not all he wanted to say. brushing black hair from his eyes, the guy looked at her and something in his gaze has changed.

"because i don't want to lose what we have." continued he instantly. "i like to wake up with my wife besides me, spend the weekend with her. and look where we are, in a damn paris, which you wanted to see. we could do whatever we want together, but why are we keep on ruining everything?"

their faces were very close to each other now, hana ran her fingers along his face and watched as he closed his eyes and clung to her palm. she moved a little closer and touched his lips, changkyun put his hand on top of her, stroking the soft skin.

"let's try again," he whispered.

"just don't leave again," she said in response, kissing him once more.

masterlist

monsta x

not a romantic

pairing: yoo kihyun × oc (female) summary: whom of them would win a love-bet even though they are in love with each other?

once, we...

pairing: im changkyun × oc (female) summary: it would seem that what can go wrong when it comes to love? but in fact, literally, everything.

aesthetic mood board

yoo kihyun

stray kids

im changkyun

sugar, we're not

pairing: lee minho × oc (female) summary: "sugar," yuki interrupted him, finally meeting his eyes, and minho saw that hers are filled with tears. "we're not." but this never was about love, right?

somebody that i used to know

lover, set me free (blind cupid)

pairing: lee minho × oc (female) summary: the first tear rolls down the cheek and another snowflake falls on the hand with it, bringing the end of what was between them closer, leaving with the feeling of loneliness instead...

nct / way v

pairing: lee ten × oc (female) summary: "well, ma cerise, you turned out to be not quite accurate cupid. why am i talking about this? oh, yes, to the fact that the cupid is also blind."

//beautiful stranger

pairing: lee ten × oc (female) summary: "sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard colleagues call you that... i didn't know how to ask you this, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, i just want to thank you and have a little chat. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t."

aesthetic mood board

lee ten

other

so happy i could die

summary: "yeah, but you know... first love. sometimes it hurts. for me it hurts." "maybe you can tell this story to your lovely friend?" he grins and mia hit him lightly. "it was my best friend."

azalée

summary: they get down on her shoulders － mess of same roses and fleur-de-lis. she was beautiful right now. living masterpiece.

shady

bloody roses

summary: girl looked in boy's eyes. dark-brown, as whiskey that they drank, or chocolate, that she loves － it was hard to decide, which discribtion were more right.

poems

sugar, we're not

pairing: lee minho × oc (female) genre: friends with benefits to strangers, sneaky link, break up, angst, mention of hook ups, abusive/toxic relationship word count: 1104 summary: "sugar," yuki interrupted him, finally meeting his eyes, and minho saw that her own filled with tears. "we're not." a/n: once, i've just put halsey's "strangers" on repeat and here i am

she woke up all alone, as usually － he never stayed. left her in the middle of the night, so yuki always got her eyes on the other side of bed, already cold. Unconciously, she thought about his skin, warmth it radiated, how smooth it was under her fingers touch, almost burning her, overwhelming.

from time to time she thought why they kept hooking up, because everything led to the idea that they shouldn't. they must stop. at least for her not to be left broken as a glass.

"sugar, why are you thinking so much?" his voice more whisper, while lips trailing down girl's neck, leaving wet marks.

does she?

aren't they real strangers?

except of having some sort of intimacy, they had nothing to share. and that thought made her feel absolutely ruined - broken doll, that he likes to use and cannot let go, because he needed a body, not a heart.

he understood that he messed up when there was no more control in his hands. he couldn'ttouch her freely or do what he wanted, as before. and it was weird. and, oh lord, he hated it

yuki liked the idea of skinship, some kisses in elevator were always go-to option, and even more, but minho got it because of being pushed away.

"stop," came out of her mouth, preventing him from leaving hickeys on her exposed neck, from putting hand under girl's skirt.

in the begining he only laughed at that, but when minho felt the pressure of her arms on his, that didn't let him move further, he knew he had lost it. when he heard in her voice something similiar to sadness and it seemed for him that she'll cry here and now.

"I said enough," her voice was trembling. "don't touch me. i don't want."

he was so confused, wasn't that the very same thing he always did? he didn't hurt her, right? He just couldn't...

"but what's-"

"just don't fucking touch me, minho."

and that was not the only time. he had no more control over things they had, it didn't bring him the same delight that it had before, and it really made him go insane.

he didn't kiss her on the mouth anymore. he just suddenly stopped, and yuki thought, maybe he was angry, losing control over her and that was his revenge of some kind. but then she understood that it's too childish for minho.

she asked him, told him, begged him "kiss me" but he didn't and after yuki triel allover again, he replied with simple "no".

so everything that they had became rough and words got sharper. while in the beginning of their "relations" he was obsessed with kisses and touches, any possible chance to show off his affection, he wasn't anymore. boy would trail down her neck and bite her ribs couple of times, but mostly he aimed for pleasure. his own pleasure.

"guess, it's too much for us to have. i don't want it."

minho found out that she didn't look at him as before; her eyes didn't shine when yuki stared at him, and the glare of her chocolate eyes was rather cold, without previous adoration thst he liked so much. and he thought, maybe, it's a sign, that thing they had would have end soon. but he wanted them to last in some way. and he craved for yuki's gaze on him, he wanted to see her eyes roll back of desire, plesure and delight, and everything that he made her feel. he wanted to see how they widen when minho touched her. and at night, when he got easier on her, he would play with her raven-black locks and ask:

"why you are avoiding to look me in the eyes?"

she laid close, still breathing hard, with eyes barely opened. minho started to get annoyed by her silence, so his fingers tilted her head, just for girl to be able to look straight at him.

"look at me," he said.

yuki didn't, demonstratively closing her eyes.

"nah."

so they started to avoid each other's gaze, because when she was just playing cool and trying to show herself as a savage, he was ... scared to look her in the eyes, afraid to see her happy because of someone that's not him, to see yuki smile and laugh. he wanted all those things to happen with him. but when their eyes met, accidentally, her smile died down, because of someone's hand in his. so that's why she didn't look him in the eyes anymore.

they stopped talking that much. yuki thought it was because there is actually no need for them to talk, because it's not a normal relationship, they just made out here and there.

but yuki missed times, when they were at least a little bit close, so he would call her and ask for something, like advice or just anything random. but it somehow worked only for him, because he was always annoyed and angry when she called, saying he's too busy to talk with her. even if she claimed that it was really something important, minho responded that she's just wasting his time and boy would call back later.

but does she need to mention that he never did?

so, she remained broken in the end, as she expected. there was no other ending for them - they are not types to be together as an endgame. being in lack of attention, talk, love and touches, they became strangers to each other.

last time she met minho, it was really last, yuki clarified for him.

"look, what i want, i thinh i am not going to get."

"depends on what you want."

he started to act the same way, accidentally touching her palms, or stare at her too long, but the only thing changed was that yuki got this lesson learned, and minho was about to understand that she' was not going to take it twice.

"you were right, sugar-boy."

his brows flew up in shock, he was spaced out for some time and was srprized by her words.

"we're not lovers."

"oh, don't you start it-"

"there's nothing serious between us. all you wanted is a doll to play and be pleased."

"and you-"

"and i wanted all of you, not just a body. you, as a whole person."

minho looked straight at her, mad, and seemed that he was about to shout at her.

"we're just strangers, minho. admit it and let me go, cause i cannot live like this anymore."

he nervously grabbed her hand, stretched out on the table, trying to make her look into his eyes.

"you are wrong, we're just... not like others, we're a real-"

"sugar," yuki interrupted him, finally meeting his gaze, and minho saw that her orbs are filled with tears. "we're not."

and yuki left, as a broken doll she expected to be, and he sat still, another broken doll, that knew he would mess up and end up like this.

but this was never about love, right?

lover, set me free (blind cupid)

pairing: lee ten × oc (female) genre: friend to lovers au! university au! fluff, little bit of angst and one side love word count: 1153 summary: "well, ma cerise, you turned out to be not quite accurate cupid. why am i talking about this? oh, yes, to the fact that the cupid is also blind." a/n: hope you all had a great valentine's day and that you spent it with your beloved one

"... and that's why i need your help." the girl, caught off guard by the phrase she heard, instantly looked away from the papers in her hands, from a sudden movement, black strands of hair followed the bounce of her head.

tomorrow is the weekend before valentine's day, so this is the last day of rehearsal before the big performance. in fact, cherry was glad that the headmaster instructed her to stage this performance, but the preparation had already taken for months and her head was spinning with fatigue and confusion, but still the girl gave her all for such a grandiose show－ her last project as a student.

sitting in the huge, but empty, hall of the paris theater, she saw the same students who got the roles and ten, sitting next to her. three days before the last performance, she thought, or before the big failure.

yang was already a little angry because there were a lot of moments to work out, but it seemed no one wanted to put their efforts except of her.

"ruby, you still keep saying that without any emotion! was it difficult to learn it in months? there are six lines only!"

lover, lover, set me free,

you said my love was empty,

you broke my heart in two,

sticking bloody thorns into...

dear cupid,

why won't you help me?

"is it that difficult? you're not memorizing shakespeare. starting here once again !" yang said nervously.

sitting back comfortably in her seat, the girl continued to watch the rehearsal when the sleeve of her sweater was gently tagged. looking at her friend's face, cherry took a deep breath, another problem had fallen on her head, she thought.

"yes, ten, of course i'll help you. the couple searching agency opens at sunday."

"ma cerise, you're the best." lee quickly kissed his friend's cheek, returning his gaze to what is happening on stage.

"welcome to the love agency of mademoiselle cherryl yang, sit your problematic ass on the bed and we will start the selection of the person doomed to you."

ten rolled his eyes at the words of his friend, but still did what was said, except that he rather fell on the bed, turning it into a huge mess, grabbing one of the big pillows in his arms.

"well, doc, no one ever loved me, i would remain lonely forever, my friends would leave me and i would end up growing tulips in my garden until the day i'm gone, my ..."

"why tulips?"

for a second the shadow pondered, suspending the flow of words.

"roses are cliché, mon cher."

"honestly, i don't care. i'm not your psychologist, mon cher, i'm your fucking cupid. so tie up the flow of your sad thoughts and tell me what do you want from me."

"find me a couple. you know that my faculty is throwing a party on the damn valentine's day, i can't go there alone!"

" okay, freaky, the problem is clear. let the beautiful mademoiselle yang think ..."

in fact, cherry would have gone herself, but this evening there would be a show, on which she had been working for the last couple of months, giving all of herself without a trace, and even if she was destined to fail, she wanted to see everything with her own eyes.

after some time, yang was already walking around the room with a list of names in the boy's phone, it seemed that she would have a nervous tic from minute to minute, ten turned out to be too much troublesome and picky.

"okay, next one... hai-lin! she's cute and it seems she sometimes draws in the same place as you....*

"mmm, no, we already talked about the sad experience with friend of her."

tired of this whole situation, cherry sunk down on the bed, feeling ten's hand on her shoulder, which pulled her back, so she fell into the embrace of the sheets. the girl looked into the face of a friend, thinking about this whole situation which was really absurd.

"look, you bastard, we've gone through almost your entire faculty and honestly, it feels like cupid is being bullied." the boy smiled slyly at her words.

"how can you say that, mon cher cupidon." ten said mockingly.

"you're going to a party with sophie and that's it. "

cherry turned on her side, settling her head on the pillow, finally relaxing, taking a glimpse at her bed alarm, it had already passed midnight and a new day had begun. valentine's day.

"what? no, not sophie..."

"i'm sorry, but the agency of mademoiselle cherryl yang is closed, and cupid has gone on vacation. asshole, have a happy valentine's day."

roses are red,

violets are blue,

love never crossed my mind,

but then i met you...

cherry was glad to be standing here, on the balcony of the theater, watching the performance taking place. it was worth noting that the prepared decorations really worked out well, and ruby was finally able to get her own words.

she also liked the plot, perhaps that was the main reason why the girl undertook to stage the play at all, it reminded about herself so much.

that's how easily cherry turned out to be in the place of the young parisian lorelei, hopelessly and unrequitedly in love with claude. which was ten. how funny and how sad, she thought.

after all, ten was having a good time with sophie right now, and she was here, alone, looking at her life from aside, clearly realizing that by changing the masks － she really could recognize her life. but here's the catch, yang knew that the end would remain happy for claude and lorelei, but not for ten and cherry...

applause sounded, announcing the end of the first act and yang listlessly clapped in response, not because she was unsatisfied, but from feelings.

"and why do the stars cry, looking at couples under the moon?" the voice sounded behind her, although the girl knew that the balcony was ment to be empty.

"because they want to be them." still, she answered, turning to her friend. "why are you here?" she asked in bewilderment.

"well, ma cerise, you turned out to be not quite accurate cupid. why am i talking about this? oh, yes, for the fact that the cupid was also blind."

his face was too close to her own, cherry was waiting for him to pull away, but instead his lips touched her － it was quick, but still neat. then again, and again, until the girl leaned forward, kissing him back. and gently and softly ten's touches brought goosebumps to the skin, causing a chill to run down her back.

"so, lorelei?" he said softly, breaking the kiss, but still holding the girl in his arms.

"yes, claude?"

"will you stay with me, mon cher?"

and the kiss was a wonderful response, which would soon complete the second act.

somebody that i used to know

pairing: lee minho × oc (female) genre: friends to lovers; betrayal; cheating; one side feelings; angst word count: 953 summary: the first tear rolls down the cheek and another snowflake falls on the hand with it, bringing the end of what was between them closer, leaving with the feeling of loneliness instead... a/n: actually, i was inspired by both, skz' winter falls and gotye's somebody that i used to know, i was just sad and that's what i have

snow began to fill the city slowly and steadily. even though it wasn't a snowfall yet, but more like rain mixed with snow, the cold wind of winter stung her cheeks. and so, on the closed eyelids, the first, like a carved, snowflake, white on black eyelashes, falls. along with it, the first tear rolls down her cheek, a noise rang out from the front door.

"i'm sorry" a quiet word mixed in the flow of snow, while another tear rolled down girl's face.

she remembered it all as if it had happened yesterday.

"you just don't want to! you don't want to admit what i said!", yuki's voice was already breaking down, her lungs were burning and in general it seemed that the tension between them inflamed the air, despite the blizzard raging around. "damn, you're ignoring even yourself. but you know, i don't care. i don't want to care anymore..."

making a few more steps back, the girl unsuccessfully crashes into a lamppost, settling on the snow without any more strength left. seems that minako looks right through him now.

"why didn't you tell me? didn't tell before it all started? before it all went too far?!"

"it's not my fault that you're selfish. it's not my fault you're not paying attention." the gaze returns from the snow falling on the city to his face, looking into minho's brown eyes. "it's not my problem that you're like this."

the noise of the wind filled the silence between them, bursting with sniffling from yuki, hot tears burned cold cheeks, leaving sticky trails of blurred mascara. after a while, a shadow loomed over her, a dissatisfied sigh was heard. someone else's warm palms touched her own, removing frozen hands from her face.

"look at me," for some reason, lee's voice sounded just as distant, although the distance between them had shortened. "all this time: all those parties we attended together, all those evenings when we studied lectures, every time we had coffee in your kitchen on saturday morning, i was always grateful that you were there, and I'm not the only one dealing with this damn things... i know that you are the person i needed..."

yuki really remembered those endless lazy saturdays when she had to get up early and go to classes with the lack of energy, the parties of their faculty mates, where they also drank and had fun together. somehow, he's always been there and minako felt so good about it.

her lips touched someone else, she knew how he loved to bite them until they bled, and for some reason, she leaned closer, clearly feeling the taste of her cherry balm on boy's lips － but the kiss ended as quickly as it had begun.

"didn't you understand then how i feel about you? do you think i could kiss you so easily if i didn't love you?"

before any response was made, their lips touched again, this time with great pressure, it seemed to yuki that he greedily accepts every touch, as if there was no opportunity before. they had been pressed together for a long time, the only thing that popped up in her mind was "not enough", she wanted more, in case it never happened again. pulling away at the most inopportune moment, the guy once again looked into the eyes opposite.

"do you think i would be trying to fix something now if i didn't love you?"

she was shocked, to be honest, she had been thinking all this time that she would never hear the word "love" from him.

not even after countless kisses that they shared, in an attempt to get closer and understand the feelings of the other, pushing with more force, biting and then silently asking for forgiveness, almost forgetting about the need to breathe without thinking about the consequences at all. no more of it.

it seems she finally gave up at the face of feelings, made a step towards what they will have. and he is honestly glad － glad to see her smile and eyes shining not from tears. but not otherwise than in a friendly way, realizing that everything he has done now... someday, his lie will be revealed. but he will pretend while she smiles, and while his dream remains as distant and inaccessible ...

a completely empty laugh, devoid of any emotions, escaped from her lips.

"i'm sorry" echoed in her head. but what was he apologizing for? for everything? or just for cheating? maybe for lying then? although yuki was no longer sure that he hadn't lied at least once.

"im really sorry, yuki", familiar, but such a strange palm touches her shoulder, she doesn't understand what is going on in his head right now, probably doesn't want to understand him anymore.

"you're not my minho," she says, not even trying to shake off the hand from her shoulder.

"i'm sorry" is still buzzing in girl's head. and she wondered if he was sorry every time he touched her. did he regret falling asleep in the same bed with her? did he regreted about everything between them so much?

"you're just somebody i used to know."

...the snow continued to fall, laying down in flakes on the deserted night city, to not again disturb the soul basking in the warmth of the house. probably in vain they said that in the first snowfall you can meet love, because in it you can also lose it, right? the first tear rolls down the cheek and another snowflake falls on the hand with it, bringing the end of what was between them closer, leaving with the feeling of loneliness instead...

not a romantic

pairing: yoo kihyun × oc (female) genre: fluff, love-bet word count: 2196 summary: whom of them would win a love-bet even though they are in love with each other? a/n: happy birthday, honey @yukiokami ! i know you've been waiting for so long and finally here it is. love you!🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

"living in paris five years and you claim yourself as anti-romantic? what's wrong with you, boy?", said lien sipping wine straight out of bottle. their picnic was going for hours now, from the place they sat all view was taken by the eiffel tower. and kihyun, of course.

the boy had taken a bottle after girl to drink some liquid too, shrugging his shoulders with no back thought in head.

"i mean, you are literally living in the city of love, how can you say such kind of things?"

their conversation under the stars gives feeling of magic. the autumn already came in town, september still has it warmth, but leaves are falling down painting streets in mess of yellow-red.

"but what if", he said after keeping silence for long, "i prove that i am?"

he gazed at her, kihyun always had such kind of captivating gaze of brown eyes, in the moonlight, shade come closer to dark-gold.

licking lower lip, girl replied.

"i'm sure i can prove the other."

he is smirking, turning to face lien.

"good luck, dear."

"you already lost."

L0:K1

after lien passed this shitty exam of french for half semester session, they kissed for the first time, too many emotions, she thought.

now pressed between kihyun and wall of university, feeling where her back met with it, lien cannot put aback.

how long she'd been waiting for it?

they know each other for about a year, and half of it lien stucked on thought of his lips on hers.

because of fear risen up to her throat, she tried to push him, but yoo only grabs girl closer, running hand up her back.

he was a tease one, biting and immediately licking, making lien moan into his mouth. but that was what he needed. not missing a chance, his tongue slipped inside, forcing kim to put hand around his neck, having no will to put apart

soft, she thought, and taste like coffee.

kihyun suddenly stepped back, breathing hard, same as she, his hair was a black mess, lips wet and reddish, but wasn't he handsome?

leaning down, lien felt a warm breath brushing her skin, he whispered, before kissing again.

"still not a romantic."

L1:K1

october came with a package of rainy days, paris haven't seen sun for a week now. fate only knows what forced her to leave without umbrella that day. step by step, filling shoes with water, she made her way home.

still thinking about him.

couple of weeks had gone since they kissed. maybe, he regretted, keep running in her mind.

kihyun ignored her in university, even when they were like two-meters apart, he hadn't looked at lien. no talk, no walk, nothing.

jacket already soaked, white shirt now added with raindrop's mark, wet hair sticked to face and neck.

maybe, she made a mistake with kissing him back.

stopping suddenly lien lifted head up, all alone in this path, closing eyes, just to feel drops coming hard on her. breath in, breath out.

opening eyes to go on, she frightened a little, seeing kihyun right in front of her. hairlocks pushing in his eyesight, this captivating smile, wet sweater and such a familiar circle-badge － "not-a-romantic club" red letters says.

"you kissed me", she was the one to break silence.

"you kissed me back", he replied.

"i'm not going to apologize."

feverishly she stepped in to kiss him, desire overwhelming and nothing is holding back. yoo laughed during kisses, pulling lien closer into embrace. for a second only, he broke up just to catch a breath and continued peppering kisses on her lips － he was thinking about it as a madman for those weeks.

"lien, listen... "

"shut up, please, I know you going to leave as... "

his touch was gentle and slow, stroking wet cheek with his palm, like he tries to convince her. lips sweet and warm as always, tongue slipping in and making her shiver.

"don't you get it yet? i like you, darling."

lien's eyes closed, disbelieving what she'd heard. opening eyes, she stared at him, just to catch a shadow of joke, but non of it was there. firm smile on his lips, hands around her waist.

"so now we have one-one?" she whispers, laugh leaves his mouth. kihyun was about to lean in, when she stopped him. "i like you too, by the way."

L2:K2

he was late at their first date. twenty minutes had already passed and lien is still there, in this uncomfortable heels she wore, waiting for him.

finally, the weather come on ease for paris, after rainy days sun comes. actually, sun was coming down, painting sky with orange and pink. the crowd around her hurried up, everyone wants to have a rest after hard week. the paths of park were full of golden leaf, that made sound under her feet.

looking through the crowd, lien saw familiar face. the boy was rushing. finally, reaching her, kihyun stood a meter apart, breathing hard, his purple shirt unbuttoned, giving a good look at sharp line of collarbone.

crossing the distance lien kissed him, holding his waist. he looked so stunning that she cannot stay away. boy's finger running down her spine, making girl shiver under his touch. kihyun examed her look as well, thinking how good she is in this dress and heels.

"you look amazing, darling." his lips actually touched girl's ear.

"no complements would save you from being late, know that?"

he dramatically rolled his eyes on her.

"don't be such an ass, ma chère."

"how long you going to stand it?" asked kihyun when you found a place to sit. it was already night, and her feet hurts too much.

"what you talking about?"

lien has no want to show him discomfort. well, she failed.

coming down to her ankles, boy gently took of her shoes, handing them to lien, and placing small kiss on her naked knee.

"you look so hot on them," kihyun whispers. "but there's no need to suffer. i want you to have a good time, not to ask god let you go home, okay?"

she nodded, then yoo cupped her face and placed soft kiss on her lips.

"how about to go on, princess?"

smile on his lips never living. sometimes, she thought that he is fox-like, and those smiles proves it.

"give me another minute and i'm ready."

what he made was unexpected for her, picking her up in his arms, boy headed to his place to have a rest. he walks slowly, listening her talk and pulling closer to his body, forcing lien to hold on his neck.

"we are going two-two now."

"aren't you satisfied with date to not give yourself a point?"

"oh, mon cher, just because i'm satisfied, I'm not taking a point of your lateness."

"god, i'm in love with the monster."

lien laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.

" ... maybe, because i love you too."

"then, two-two." he said, placing kiss on her forehead.

L4:K4

it was snowing for the first time this winter. kihyun thought that there was not even a break for people on the streets. he was inside, working all day, so when time to go come, boy was shocked with amount of snow and high drifts.

entering flat, all lights were off, it was too late, and he was too tired. he saw lien sleeping in the main room in one of an armchairs, big blue blanket were used as a pillow as well. sitting on armrest he started to stroke her hair gently, cute and tired, he thought.

"five more minutes", said sleepy voice. kihyun smiled and leaned down to peck her cheek.

five more minutes won't be bad.

instead of five, twenty passed, when he finished shower and take another try to wake up his girlfriend.

"sleeping beauty, time is off."

kihyun lifts her up, carrying to bedroom, finally they can sleep and have a rest. laying on bed, his nose sticks on lien's neck, placing soft kiss to back of her ear, going down to collarbone, kihyun felt fingers in his hair.

"don't you dare to say, that you wake me up for this," he laughs a little, face still on her neck.

"i guess, you are in my sweater?"

lien turned to face him, palm resting on the back of his neck, lips barely touching.

"it was too cold."

pecking girl's forehead once again, he sees her falling asleep.

for the first time of their bet he thought about giving up. 'cause what for? isn't their relationship ment lose of his? to be honest, lien already got his heart, and kihyun know that he will do everything she asks for, so there is no reason to continue.

laying like this, he said "love you" quietly and fall asleep as well.

L5:K5

"don't try to make me smile, I'm mad at you."

oh, he was. 'cause at the ass time of night, she was still at this damned party, nor she heard a telephone ring, nor she noticed, when kihyun made himself ride to the house, where celebrating was held. lien sat down by the pool and a clingy (kihyun has another words on his head, but tried to calm down) guy tried (god bless unsuccessfully) to kiss her. he was angry with this boy, with lien, even with himself.

he wanted so much to punch this idiot, but girl stopped him. She pleadingly looked at him, just asking to take her home.

"why don't you push him?" he asked before they sat in car.

"i tried! i swear, i tried!"

she was scared, and kihyun can see that girl is shaking a little. no more words are said, he just leaned closer to hold her, running fingers through her hair, boy felt how his shirt started to get wet.

"come on, let's get you home, darling."

since they sat in the car no one of them broke silence. lien tried to talk with him, but kihyun didn't reply. his knuckles were white, and she knew that he is still angry.

"you know, i don't get love stories. i mean, two people suddenly meet and understand that they feel something towards each other? it sounds unrealistic and hard to be true."

lien smiled, here it is, kihyun seems to be more calm now, maybe even kinder than fifteen minutes ago.

"but that's actually how we met, darling."

"as i said, hard to be true."

when the door of flat closed behind them, kihyun pressed girl to the wall, no chance to break free from his hold, no will to get away. his lips tasted her own, biting lower lip painfully, making lien grasp his shoulders harder. wet lips leaved marks all over her skin, from jaw to collarbone, sucking on her skin, biting the sweet spot of her neck, loud moan leaved her mouth, she tried to be quite, chewing inner side of her cheek. boy's tongue and lips continued torturing her, bodies as close as they only can be, hands under her dress, her own in his black curls. their lips connected once again, feels like she was thirsty and can't get enough of him. boy stepped aback, pupils widened and eyes darkened, his hair mess, lips red and breathing hard.

"i was so damn worried about you", lips touched once again. "don't you dare do this with me again. never, understand?"

lien kissed him back, like saying "yes".

"never."

no more playing.

a year passed since their bet started. who won and who lost? they are going five-five for a long time now.

the same place as year ago, lien's head on his chest, kihyun's hand around her body. night was cold enough, bottle of wine stand little afar from them, stars shining bright as you watch them. but only girl gazed them. kihyun has his own perfect view on girl face, red swollen lips, shimmering eyes, long lashes and pink cheeks. his mouth barely touching soft skin back of her ear.

"lien", he whispered in her ear, girl turned to face him. "have you ever thought, that we are like red-red roses? you are beautiful and easy to break."

girl's finger followed way from his unbuttoned shirt to face and back, drawing circles on his naked skin, she was so into it.

"and i'm a thorny one. that's why it hurts."

"don't say such things, you are not thorny. you were broken and only. i know your ex... made a lot of shit, but that's all in the past. i am who i am, and you are who you are, no more need to play, no more need to hide something. know what it means?"

he pushed hair away from her face, palm staying on her neck.

"what?" their lips were inches apart, eyes barely opened.

"it's love, dear."

they kissed slowly, lien actually lied on his chest, kihyun's hands on her back, going up-and-down girl's spine.

"happy birthday, ma chére."

they layed till the dawn, holding each other, kissing, talking and drinking wine, and finally, no more playing.

lee ten aesthetic

a/n: special thanks to both of my friends, one of them @yukiokami 🩵 mood board

playlist

say it

love talk (english version)

after midnight

domino

bad alive (english version)

nectar

all for love

faded in my last song

ok!

new heroes

dream in dream

paint me naked

random notes topic: sitting on laps

full crowded house, which was the best choise for party, seems to be not the most perfect place girl wanted to be at. drunk students snoring back and forward on the first floor and outside, they don't give her feeling of happiness or relaxation.

maybe I can hide on the second floor, was the only thought girl had in her mind.

friends occupied the nearest sofa leaving her no place to sit down, while she was stuck in the front door, fighting the will to come back home.

when she made her way to couch, thinking about to take place on armrest, deeply sank in decison of how much tequila she should drink tonight, not immediately girl felt that someone pressed hands upon her thighs, pulling her down.

when a couple-second shoke had gone, she found herself sitting on ten's laps; one hand slightly stroke her spine, while another had found a comfortable place on knee. under fingertips she could feel softness of deep-blue velvet jacket, see the mix of purple and blue in black hair. even can feel hot breath on her neck and whisper on her ear:

"we can hide together, if you want, princess".

look, and fox-like smile, that boy gave her, says that he really will take a chance to do it.

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maybe it was about two hours when she finally was there, standing on the second floor, without anyone to disturb. red wine that girl was sipping from glass seems to be over soon and it means that she must get herself down to bar, just to take another one round of alcohol. she looked at people that have come for night out, a lot of them were dancing, another little group of friends hurried up to fill seats around bar, and of course, there were kissing couples — somewhere in the corners of room, one was in the centre of dancing crowd and other outside, that she can see them throughout window.

another thing she noticed was ten, making his way on the second floor, where girl stood. boy accompanied her, leaning on balustrade, with the dark lightning in house it would be hard to look through his face, but, for girls luck, the light coming from outside was enough to look at his profile. he turned to look at her, their eyes met and girl felt a little blush on cheeks, not sure was it because of drink or because of his gaze.

"don't you feel lonely here?" she found his lips very appealing. also, she caught herself on thought of his lips taste.

"so what if i do?" his grin became even wider; girl bet, that she saw fire playing in his dark eyes. he held out a hand toward her, doubt in her gaze was so obvious.

but can she just try?

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sitting on ten's knees was the best position to learn his face expression, beautiful collarbone and tattoes placed on shoulder. boy leaned back on elbows to give her a good view; yellow cropped tank-top leave naked line of pale skin, that make girl mind scream "touch it!".

his fingers touch was so light, when he brush away hair from her face.

"so what do you want, princess?"

his face was near enough to put their lips together. already she felt the taste of wine, maybe he drank it too, but also, she felt the softness of his lips. he licked her botton lip and moan get out of girl's mouth, just enough for his tongue to slip in.

when they take apart, girl could feel how hard and fast her heart was beating, still on his knees, palms grip tighten on ten's shoulders. his hand was on back of girl's neck, stroking it lightly. His hair was absolute mess and her lipstick left a mark on his lips, dark pupils full of lust and passion.

"so, what else do you want, princess?"

finger slowly found button of her dress, cause he already know the answer.

"you."

yoo kihyun aesthetic

a/n: for help @yukiokami 🩵🩵🩵 mood board

playlist

heart attack

myself

ghost

give me dat

burn it up

chaotic

gasoline

last carnival

addicted

got me in chains

you can't hold my heart

about last night

random notes topic: hugging

winter came in seoul a week ago.

sitting in front of fireplace, she was hiding red face under warm beige blanket, while hear him laughing.

"hey, babe, are you offended?" he asked, when understood that she kept silence for too long. "i'm really sorry, it was just a joke, okay?"

ki was trying to kiss girl, and he is already hugging her to solve a problem. finally, their lips touched and yoo was the one, who won this quarell.

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it was cold summer evening, when kihyun found her in bedroom, crying, hiding face in pillows. maybe it was a bad day or something went wrong on work.

"do you wanna talk about it?" his voice as often soft and pretty quite, but there was no answer from her.

kihyun pulled girl into his arms, stroking black hair, pressing kiss on her's temple.

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"isn't it cold in balcony, dear?"

she was already in the bed, while ki decided to have a look of night view. there was no electricity in house, so they lit up candles, which was on the table; both can smell the scent of vanilla and orange zect.

boy gave her his warm sweater, standing in t-shirt only.

"ki, please, come inside. i need your hugs and warmth. and kisses too."

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room was filled by scent of hot chocolate and apple-cake. both of them were busy, talking about everything and nothing at all, not even paying attention at autumn's rain outside

pesonally girl was busy staring at him: boy's lips and handsome face, of course he sees this, but hadn't told a thing.

kihyun's arms were around her, giving warmth and feeling of cosiness. his breath tickled girl's neck, the blue-and-white sleeves of his sweater covered hands, but girl could feel the ring on his finger, same as her.

im changkyun aesthetic

a/n: thanks to @yukiokami for helping, love u 🩵 mood board

playlist

mohae

oh my

play it cool

u r

love killa

thriller

night view

sorry I'm not sorry

rotate

just love

my beast

middle of the night

tied to your body

blame me

random notes topic: kissing

sitting in her bedrom under the moonlight, looking at his purple, like a dark-amethyst, hair and black, as a deep night, eyes, wondering, how handsome he is. thinking about how it always feels, to kiss him.

'cause changkyun's lips tastes sweeter than watermelon.

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walking through the amusement park, when it's twilight; feeling cool water, touching her ankles, while standing near the bay; running under the pouring rain, trying to hide from it, as fast as they both only can, — 'cause im changkyun is romantic one. and girl may think, that nothing can surprise her anymore.

but he always find a way to make her speechless.

like a date in the forest, even if it's autumn and the sky, that she was staring at, is not blue any longer, seems to be amazing. as a kiss, with a taste of blueberries, and the way his palm touching her cheek, like a thousand of soft snowdrops.

'cause im changkyun is loving one.

bloody roses

a/n: poem #1 for @yukiokami

Sweet letters of love that you wrote,

Now dying with the shade of bloody rose.

All the golden nights we've spent alone,

Hurting me like a thorns in the heart.

No, this light can't save me no more,

'Cause sharp edges killed me before.

When ivy bounds your body tight

Something changes for ever, right?

Now, living with spring into,

My love will conquer you.

so happy i could die

genre: strangers to lovers au! mentioning of death, smoking and drinking; exes au! heartbreake and betrayal au! frist love au! word count: 688 summary: "yeah, but you know... first love. sometimes it hurts. for me it hurts." "maybe you can tell this story to your lovely friend?" he grins and mia hit him lightly. "it was my best friend." a/n: prompt #3 for @yukiokami

she was standing in the balcony of club upon crowd, boringly looking at cup of wine, or champange, in right hand.

sold hand touched naked shoulder and she turned to face him. boy stood beside, his eyes, with black eye-liner, narrowed, while he looks at her.

"honey, you don't seem to have fun", he said. "maybe you need to smoke?"

girl's gaze slip on his face.

"come on, let's go outside."

after ten minutes both of them were standing side by side and smoking.

"i'm worrying 'bout sister. tonight is her first date. she is so young and honestly I have doubts about this boy."

"don't mind. and she is fifteen already", he smiles.

"yeah, but you know... first love. sometimes it hurts. for me it hurts."

"maybe you can tell this story to your lovely friend?" he grins and mia hit him lightly.

"it was my best friend."

"what is this boy name?"

"no. no boy. it was girl."

four years earlier.

in her last school year everything is changed.

grandma died at summer and girl still cannot believe in this. it was the first time when mia dyed hair pink and made new piercing in ears.

she saw her at the second day of lessons.

dark curling hair, bronze skin was shine, light-brown color of eyes, perfect nails and beautiful body.

later mia heard her name, ariadne. name as gorgeous as girl.

she arrived from london with her parents, girl's father had a new job here.

charlotte talked a lot about her, but most of this things mia haven't heard. in her mind was filled by the way girl's hair blowied by the wind and the sound of her laugh.

once they met at bathroom, where girl were puting on her lipgloss. bet it tastes sweet, like a caramel. she gave mia a smile.

"hello", she said, eyes were shining like a sun, the color seemed like gold.

"hi."

"i don't think that we know each other. i am ariadne. we have french and english together."

"i'm mia. we share maths too."

from this moment they begin to talk more, sometimes both went somewhere together or with charlotte. unto christmas three of them became friends and everything goes alright. untill march.

at one warm day, charlie didn't come to school, so mia and ariadne were alone. at lunch time they went to school garden, girls sat beneath osier tree that casted shadow.

talking a lot and laugh too, discussing upcoming spring ball in april. she sat so near, that mia could see her dark eyelashes and glittering lips, black hair were up in ponytail this time.

the touch of her fingers to mia's cheek made her shiver, then ariadne's mouth was on hers.

kiss, that tasted like caramel was everything she was dreaming about.

ariadne stole her first kiss, broke her heart and after that they hadn't talked even once...

years later.

he laughed at your joke and dark eyes narrowed. she could give everything for this smile.

cafe was half empty like mia's cup of coffee. too early for both of them.

week after marriage and tomorrow they'll fly to venice.

another time when door bell rang, mia turned to look and saw girl. even at winter her bronze skin still shone bright. she put coat and sunglasses off. and mia recognized her, when girl's gaze met her own.

ariadne.

after years mia still remembered her.

she told boy that she will come back soon and pressed kiss on his cheek before leaving.

cold water helped a little, but mia started to breath deeper. someone comes in at bathroom.

"hello", this sweet voice that mia can't forget.

ariadne stood in front of her, trying to smile. gloss glittering on her peach-colored lips.

mia bet it still has the same caramel taste.

"you haven't changed at all", she said in silence.

"you're mistaken."

mia left ariadne alone like she did ones.

maybe she wanted to break her heart like she does.

azalée

genre: just quick drabble, fashion show au! established relationship, fluffy word count: 258 summary: they get down on her shoulders － mess of same roses and fleur-de-lis. she was beautiful right now. living masterpiece. «many boys will bring you flowers. but someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower» - leigh bardugo «six of crows» a/n: prompt #2 for @yukiokami

when the show started, he was near to stage, full of grass and unnatural snowdrops. in reality, he must not be here...

boy's thoughts were interrupted, when all the lights were turned off. a lot of girls, one by one, come at scene and get away. dior's designer wants to see nature everywhere.

skirts were filed with small roses and lilacs; in shoulder, gowns started to bloome. even their shoe have a flowers too: they are growing from ankles to knees, get tips rise 'till hips...

but everything he saw before, was nothing when she comes...

florets were on her. not only on dress, but on her body.

first he saw the orange-and-black roses, blooming from her left cheekbone to temple. his gaze goes down. next were in collarbone: they get down on her shoulders － mess of same roses and fleur-de-lis. some of them curls on brangle with dark shade of thin leaves. flowers growing up from ankles － orange and yellow peony with black lines.

she was beautiful right now. living masterpiece.

but that was not everything － when girl turned to walk away, everyone in crowd took a deep breathe: irises curling her spine in dark pinky-red color.

"too much florets for one day. think, not gonna want to see them for nearest months."

"but maybe you can look at them one last time?"

they were outside, smoking. fall's wind blowing pink knot of her hair. she was surprisingly wide-eyed.

"you bought azalea for me?"

"maybe", then boy felt her lips pressed to his skin.

shady

genre: really small prompt, established relationship, mention of alcohol word count: 149 summary: girl looked in boy's eyes. dark-brown, as whiskey that they drank, or chocolate, that she loves － it was hard to decide, which discribtion were more right. a/n: prompt #1 for @yukiokami

"come on, give me your hand, you can fall", he extended hand to you.

girl keep going on curb, dangerously shaking from side to side, pink long hair blowing in cold night wind.

"so, you are late. I'd fell in yet." she turned to boy, still a little shaking, smile get in her lips.

"in this way, i don't regret."

his mouth reaching for her, but the second before it happened, girl looked in boy's eyes. dark-brown, as whiskey that they drank, or chocolate, that she loves － it was hard to decide, which discribtion were more right.

one of his hand was on the back of your neck, the other around your shoulders, while girl's hand circling his waist, fingers goes up-down on his spine.

when both get away from each other, girl take his palm, and smiling, turn to him once again.

"me too," he smiled back.