Mod Post: Round 3 Lightning Drabble Round (Open to Everyone!)

[almostblue.livejournal.com]

Hello!

The mod team (roebling and myself, almostblue) just want to say again that we are so incredibly grateful to everyone who has written, read, and commented for this third round of TBB. Thank you for your time and effort and talent! It's been amazing to see so much great enthusiasm and energy!

While we wait for the last few stories to get posted, we're going to hold a Lightning Drabble Round!

Before I get into what that means, I want to introduce this year's honorary mods for the lightning round - i_luv_tvxq, (you may know her as @TVXQluff) and akmongs (@himchanni), who runs bapfanfiction. They are both wonderful people who keep the fandom running through recs, comments and kudos, quietly and without much fanfare. We think they're great, and we wanted to thank them for all of their hard work over the years.

So as this round progresses, feel free to ask them questions as well! If roebling and I aren't around (or aren't...awake, ahaha, timezones /o\) they are here to help you out :)

Our hope is that the Lightning Drabble Round will be a fast, fun, low pressure opportunity for everyone to keep writing a little bit more! Here's how it will work:

1) If you want to participate, comment on this entry with a pairing you'd like to write. Please keep it to one comment per pairing.

2) A mod (any mod!) will reply with 3-5 random one word prompts.

For example, you might comment with the pairing DaeJae. A mod will reply to your comments with the prompts: apple, blonde, sneakers, failure, nuna

3) You have until September 13th to write as many drabbles as you want based on those prompts! All the drabbles you write should be under 1,000 words. They can use any of the words, all of the words, whatever you want. Post your fics as replies to the mod comment, and title them like this:[prompt, pairing, rating, warnings] in the heading of the comment. There's no assigned posting times or deadlines, so you can post 'em as you write 'em!

You don't have to have participated in the exchange to take part in the lightening round! Anon commenting will be enabled so anon participants should also be able to take part. It's low stakes, so if you can only write one drabble based on your prompt, that's absolutely fine. 10 drabbles? Fine too! Real life gets in the way and you can't write at all? We get it.

If there are any questions we haven't answered just comment below and we'll try to answer them right away! Otherwise, that's it! Lightning Drabble Round starts now, and runs until 9/13! Hwaiting!!!

THE LIGHTNING ROUND IS NOW CLOSED! Please stay tuned for an updated masterlist shortly!

Comments

[saxophonic23.livejournal.com]

Casually goofing around together. Thank you^^

[saxophonic23.livejournal.com]

DaeLo making excuses to make out with Youngjae is one of my favorite things :DDD Thank you!!

[saxophonic23.livejournal.com]

“Oh, sorry,” Himchan said, not sounding apologetic in the least. “My hand slipped.”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh omg

[nucleardragon.livejournal.com]

orange, bangup, pg, none

With their first kiss, Jongup noted that it tasted like orange. It was possibly due to the fact that Yongguk ate three oranges that day.

It was around the holidays. The six decided to have New Years in their dorm, since the streets were extremely congested and there was no way that they were going to get to their families to celebrate the new year. The six of them gathered around and poured cider into their champagne glasses, toasting to the New Year.

"As much as I love to celebrate with you guys, when are you gonna get rid of the Christmas decorations?" Zelo asked them.

"We'll do that tomorrow in the morning. It looks festive," Himchan said.

"You mean the staff is going to do it? They always do it every year," Yongguk stated, drinking out from the glass.

"Sure whatever. The point is is that it's staying up for a few more days," Himchan stated.

Jongup sat in front of the television and watched the people in downtown Seoul to watch the ball drop. The others were moving around, moving from one room to another. Jongup grew restless and went to the kitchen to see if there was already pre-made food that he could eat cold. Jongup opened the fridge and saw hardly any food inside. He closed the fridge, and then opened it again. He sighed to himself and took the orange that was located in the back. He began to peel the skin off the orange and took a few bites from the slices.

"I forgot we had oranges in the fridge," a voice said.

Jongup looked up and saw Yongguk placing the leftover glasses in the sink. Jongup offered some orange slices to Yongguk.

"Do you want one?" he asked.

Yongguk took two slices and ate them.

"What are your plans for the new year?" Yongguk asked him.

Jongup only shrugged. He really didn't have a clue. "I don't know. I want to write some lyrics, but I need motivation," he answered.

"I can help you if you want," Yongguk offered.

Jongup's heart skips a beat. It's no secret that the dancer has a bit of a crush on the leader. Almost everybody knew, but it seemed that either Yongguk knew, but didn't really say anything or he's really that dense. Jongup was about to open his mouth to answer, until Himchan called them over.

"The ball's about to drop! Are you two really gonna miss it?" Himchan called out.

Jongup ate the last of the orange slice and began to walk out with Yongguk, who followed right behind him, but was soon stopped.

"You two are under the mistletoe!" Daehyun pointed out, pointing at something above them.

The two furrowed their eyebrows and looked up, seeing the green mistletoe with a bright red ribbon stapled onto the doorframe. Jongup was sure that it wasn't there before before.

"You two have to kiss! Rules are rules!" Youngjae stated.

Jongup suddenly feels uncomfortable. His friends began to chant 'kiss him kiss him kiss him' until Yongguk finally had enough and kissed Jongup on the lips. Hard. Jongup could feel his teeth clashing with Yongguk's, but could still taste the leftover orange flavor on his lips. Yongguk broke the kiss and looked into Jongup's eyes. The moment was broken when the four began to cheer and laugh. The two rolled their eyes and sat down on the couch to watch the ball drop.

Jongup touched his lips lightly. He could still taste the orange on his lips.

[littlefuji.livejournal.com]

green, younglo, pg, factual inaccuracies, not really a drabble oops

part 1/4

Junhong has been around long enough to know the deep sea and wide skies like the back of his hand. He knows all the changing colors of the water, stormy hues or azure blues; loves it when it reflects the heavens, candy pink and orange filtering over the waves. It clears his mind, makes him wonder how changeable the world he knows really is.

However, he’s never forgotten his true color – that of the abundant algae that brings life to the ocean. Green filters between his fingers and runs through his very core. This life is where he belongs.

This is before Junhong knows the warmth of dusky brown eyes and gentlest smile in the world.

---

It’s a good day.

Now that Junhong has grown older, his playground has expanded right to the ocean’s surface. Junhong’s head breaks through the water, wet myrtle hair catching in the sunlight as he shakes out the droplets. He smiles when the sun hits his pale skin, closing his eyes to fully savor the feeling.

A seal entertains itself by swimming around in circles beside the male, occasionally nudging its nose into Junhong’s arm. His laughter floats in the cool sea breeze as Junhong pets the slick body of the aquatic creature, diving into the waters once more. It’s a silent challenge to a race, to see who can reach their home at the bottom of the ocean first.

The animal wins by a hair’s breadth; Junhong tumbles helplessly into the seabed, rustling up a storm of sand particles. “Not again,” the sprite pouts. “What’s the point of growing taller if I still lose to you?” His competitor let out a guffaw-like noise, victoriously circling the other.

Junhong punches the sand in annoyance. However, his frown instantly fades into an expression of curiosity when he plucks out a soggy sheet from a tangle of weeds.

“Oh look, what’s this?” The water sprite thumbs his newfound treasure as his seal friend swims closer to investigate. The dull green ocean light is just enough for Junhong to make out some figures in it, but he can’t be sure…

“Himchan-hyung!” Junhong sends out a high-pitched call to his older and more knowledgeable brother.

Within seconds, the swimming silhouette of the named sprite appears. Himchan has a much sharper appearance than Junhong, whose features are still obscured by the innocence of baby fat. The elder is the definition of elegance.

“I found something. Isn’t this what appa calls a photograph?” Junhong wonders aloud as Himchan settles himself onto the seabed, flapping the paper about for emphasis. “You know, the thing that humans like to take?”

Himchan furrows his brows when he peers at the photograph. “Looks like it. There are humans in it, four of them.” Junhong gasps and rips it from his brother’s grasp, the latter tutting in annoyance. ”Hey, have some respect will you?”

“Wow! They look like a family, hyung. How interesting!” Junhong coos at the photograph, longing in his voice. “Do you think I could make friends with them?”

The elder sprite’s expression darkens. “Are you sure about that, Junhongie? You’ve heard the stories of our kind leaving and never coming back. It doesn’t help that humans are notorious for having no loyalty.” Himchan winds an arm protectively around Junhong’s shoulder. “We don’t want to lose you, you know that right?”

Junhong playfully shrugs Himchan off. “Come on, hyung. I belong to the ocean, like you and appa and umma. Why would I want to leave home forever?”

---

[littlefuji.livejournal.com]

part 2/4

His search for the owners of the photograph takes him to a sleepy fishing village just beside the sea where he lives, to a family who makes a living from whatever they can obtain from the ocean.

Junhong feels uncomfortable when he knocks at their wooden door, clutching at the picture in his hand. A middle-aged lady greets him, surprised with his mop of bright green hair and aquamarine eyes. She doesn’t kick up a fuss, especially when she sees the old photograph and cordially invites the sprite into their humble home.

The family of four consisted of a couple with two children, a younger girl and a boy about Junhong’s age. The father had lost the photograph fishing in bad weather a while ago, and did not hide his surprise at seeing it again.

Everyone seems fascinated with his appearance, and they offer him a meal consisting of freshly-caught seafood to thank him for his effort. Junhong feels bad for balking at the luscious spread of his underwater brethren, but their rather attractive son steps in to save the sprite from embarrassing himself any further.

“Are you perhaps allergic to seafood?” Junhong nods a bit too vigorously and apologizes, eliciting laughter from the whole family. The human boy named Youngjae adds in a hushed tone, “Even if you aren’t, don’t worry. I don’t fancy it too much myself, and I live next to the sea.” Youngjae grins and pulls over a basket of fried seaweed. “Will this be alright?”

Junhong blushes and nods again, shoving a handful into his mouth.

---

The human family is close-knit and friendly, and the water sprite realizes that he likes them very much. In particular, Youngjae and the usually quiet sprite match together well, with nary a silent moment. Junhong can’t seem to get enough of Youngjae’s clear brown eyes, nor the cute dimples on his cheeks whenever he smiles at something Junhong says. He thinks that Youngjae is beautiful in a way the ocean can never hope to become.

Before he knows it, dusk has fallen and Junhong hastily peels himself from his seat in order to excuse himself. The family’s young daughter huffs and tries to keep him down, still in the process of tying Junhong’s hair into tiny braids. “Hush, Junhongie, I’m almost done!”

Youngjae is repairing a fishing net, his fingers working deftly. The brunette seems to take a moment’s pause to survey his sister’s handiwork. He makes eye contact with Junhong and breaks into a humorous smile. The bright-haired male feels his cheeks warming and quickly looks away.

---

It’s nightfall, and the sprite finds their little hut a little too drafty for his liking. He easily helps fix the gaps in the thatched roof that the family isn’t able to reach.

Junhong is pretty sure it is a valid excuse for his reluctance to leave.

---

On some of Junhong’s visits, the sprite ends up helping Youngjae in his daily tasks. On other, less busy days, they do absolutely nothing but lie on the beach and make trivial conversation. Despite his occasional secretiveness, Junhong feels fortunate that the human boy seems to like his company as much as he does.

Youngjae now basks languidly next to Junhong, warm ivory sand tickling their toes. The beach is almost empty, despite the beautiful sunset glazing over the lapping waves. Youngjae’s eyes are half-lidded in his relaxed state, and the sprite numbly thinks that it would be a perfect moment to lean over and join their lips together.

The green-eyed male jumps when the brunette suddenly rolls over in the sand to look at Junhong inquisitively. “You’ve got pretty cool hair and eyes, you know,” Youngjae comments lightly. “I mean, I’ve never seen such a vivid green on anyone before. What kind of hair dye do you use to get that color?”

“Hair dye?” Junhong tilts his head to the side and blinks, confused.

At his reaction, Youngjae barks out a laugh and slaps his friend’s shoulder. “C’mon, you’re so secretive. I promise I won’t imitate you.”

The taller boy sifts his fingers through the sand and smiles shyly, looking down. “You definitely shouldn’t. Your hair is nicer than mine will ever be.”

---

[littlefuji.livejournal.com]

part 3/4

Youngjae offers Junhong a single black pearl attached to a wrist cord on his not-birthday. It comes totally unexpectedly – it being a date Junhong had randomly picked when asked and had promptly forgotten about.

“I found this pearl while de-shelling oysters the other day. Nifty, isn’t it?” Youngjae grins, obviously proud of his find. It’s a small ornament, slightly misshapen but no less charming. The pearlescent grey sheen stands out nicely in the brunette’s coarse palm.

Junhong brushes the boy’s fingers by accident when he happily accepts the gift, and the touch sends tiny sparks up his skin.

Mischievously, Youngjae then brandishes a small woven pouch. “I also nicked this from sis earlier, so you’ve got somewhere to pop it in so the bracelet doesn’t go missing. I’m good at this, aren’t I?”

Junhong chortles as he moves to hug the brunette affectionately. “Thanks a lot, Youngjae-hyung.”

---

Himchan is shuffling about on the seabed, gathering seagrass in a basket in preparation to make dinner. Junhong meekly drapes himself over a large piece of coral, watching his brother lazily. “Channie-hyung, have you ever tried fried seaweed? It sounds weird, but it actually tastes really, really good.”

His comment makes the elder sprite halt in his movements.

Himchan’s expression is unreadable when he swishes a blade of grass at Junhong’s cheek. “Probably tastes better than the stuff I make, right?”

“Hyung, you know that’s not what I meant.”Junhong momentarily panics, not knowing what to say to soothe the other. He is silenced anyway when Himchan suddenly pulls him into a tight embrace.

“Junhong-ah… You’ve spent so much time out of seawater that your hair and eyes are darkening. I know you are aware of this,” Himchan murmurs into his ear, tone urgent and undeniably worried. The younger sprite feels his stomach lurch. The bracelet he’d kept on since that day feels as if it’s cutting off the circulation in his wrist.

“Soon, you will no longer be one of us. Once you leave the water, you’ll lose all your powers and never be able to come back home. You’re drifting away, Junhong, and hyung can’t do anything about it.”

“Please, Junhong, wake up from your fantasy and come back to us.”

---

“Youngjae, I have something I need to tell you.”

Junhong’s looking at the dirt floor as the brunette boy roasts cockles over a spit. Youngjae doesn’t reply straight away, beckoning instead for Junhong to turn over the skewers to keep the flesh from burning. His mind is racing a million miles an hour, but Junhong does the task obediently while Youngjae moves back to the bucket of shellfish. The smell and heat is tantalizing – the sprite admits that he actually can appreciate bits and pieces of seafood.

The water sprite hates himself.

Lost in his thoughts, Junhong doesn’t expect the warm strong arms that wrap around his waist, or the face of his beautiful human nestled in the crook of Junhong’s shoulder.

“You smell like the sea,” Youngjae breathes, nuzzling his neck and planting light kisses over the pale expanse of skin. The green-eyed sprite shivers, giving in to the pleasurable feeling. “So pure, and free.”

Youngjae continues thoughtfully, as if he’s been waiting for this day to come.

“I know what you are. We knew what you are from the very moment you walked through our door. It’s selfish of us, but the legends say your kind will bring us luck. So we were as nice as we could, hoping you’d leave them to live with us. Please don’t misunderstand – even if our intentions were not the best at the beginning, our affection for you is real. My affection for you is real.”

Junhong feels a sob tear out of his own chest. Salty droplets roll down the sprite’s face like torrential rain – The humans he loved so much were using him for their benefit the whole time. Himchan’s words come rushing back to taunt him.

Humans are notorious for having no loyalty.

Wake up from your fantasy and come back to us.

His hold on Junhong tightens when the sprite tries to wrench himself out of Youngjae’s grasp. “Please, hear me out till the end,” he pleads to the sprite sobbing brokenly in his arms.

[littlefuji.livejournal.com]

part 4/4 (end)

Youngjae’s hands travel to wipe at Junhong’s pallid cheeks, almond-brown eyes filled with his own tears. The human boy closes his eyes, leaning their foreheads together. He whispers, “I don’t want you to leave, but if you must, then go back to the comfort of the family and life you’ve always known. Go home, Junhong, and please be happy.”

“I don’t care what the others think anymore, okay? I won’t allow you to be tied down want to a future that you will regret.” Youngjae places a kiss on the sprite’s forehead. “And take my heart with you back to the sea, because it belongs to you now.”

He suddenly chokes out a laugh. “Well damn, that was corny.”

Youngjae, with his raucous laughter and dry jokes and gentle kisses – the human boy Junhong has grown to love with his heart and soul, isn’t holding him back.

“It was really nice to meet you, Junhong.”

---

Junhong’s waist-deep in the sea, facing the beach and watching the waves lap against the shore, leaving sea foam, little sticks and pebbles in its wake. Seagulls soar above as he jumps back into the shallowness, his form fluidly parting the water. The sun is shining at its brightest – the sky is a vibrant blue, and so is the ocean.

The male’s head soon breaks through the water’s surface, and he smiles at the sensation of the warm sun on his face. He shakes out the water in his hair. It’s no longer green but jet-black, just like his eyes.

The photograph he’s tied to a stone with a reed is barely visible as it sinks into the depths of the water. There are five figures in it this time. Junhong had left a message on its back in a hasty scrawl.

I’ve found a new home now, but I will always love and miss you all.

I’m so sorry, hyung.

Junhong

He’s is a lot tanner now than he used to be thanks to the sun, and much stronger. Junhong easily drags a half-filled crab net with him to the shore, kicking at the paddles lying abandoned on the sand. He spots Youngjae repairing a hole in his father’s wooden boat at a secluded corner of the beach and moves over.

“I’m back with the day’s spoils, Jae.” Junhong smiles cheerfully when his soulmate comes over to hug him.

Youngjae grins even wider, peppering the younger, now-human boy’s face with kisses. “I’m glad.”


(( sorry that was intensely long for a drabble *^* it got out of control and details, details
oh yes and inspiration for water sprite!junhong: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BxXXfFIIMAAwwIo.jpg (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BxXXfFIIMAAwwIo.jpg) ))

[sometimeforever.livejournal.com]

game & sunshine, Daejae, R, swearing, masturbation, suggestions of sex

Daehyun has his head thrown back. His arm rests on the ledge of the open car window, hand out, open palm against the breeze. "Remind me why we're making this journey on the hottest day of the year?"

"We're not missing someone's wedding just because you can't cope with the weather." Youngjae is struggling too, but he won't be admitting it anytime soon.

Daehyun pulls off his tie. "Your car is hotter than hell."

"Well, you would know."

Daehyun squirms in his seat, runs his fingers down along his neck. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, and Youngjae isn't sure how Daehyun expects him to actually drive when he's acting like this. Drags his eyes back to the road from the glisten of sweat on Daehyun's newly exposed skin.

Hears Daehyun groan. It's probably meant to sound like distress, but it rings though Youngjae's ears differently.

Yougjae manages to block Daehyun's shifting out, focuses on the weight of the steering wheel under his hands, until Daehyun moans again. And it's definitely not a sound of suffering now.

When Youngjae lets his eyes wander over to the passenger seat again, Daehyun's started unbuttoning his white dress shirt, fingers working slowly, eyes still closed.

He's grinning now, though and Youngjae can tell he knows what he's doing right now. It's irritating, most especially because it's working.

"So hot," he rasps. Teasing, pulling the shirt away from his shoulders.

Youngjae attempts to block this out. Tries to concentrate on the annoyance of the fact that he's going to end up stood next to a man in a creased shirt at the wedding, and not on the way that Daehyun is now sliding off his belt, the way he lifts his hips to pull it out of the loops.

And then his zipper is undone, his fingers sinking inside as he runs his teeth over his bottom lip and---

"You're an asshole, Dae-- Daehyun. I'm driving." Youngjae feels stupid for even believing for a second that this was anything but a game.

"Pull over and join me, then. Unless you're happy just watching me like this." His eyes are still closed, his teeth still on show in that I-always-win grin as he strokes himself; the one that makes youngjae want to punch his mouth. Or fuck it. Both.

It's really fucking annoying.

"I'm not watching you. I'm watching the road." Youngjae thanks the heavens that the highway is almost empty, tries desperately to keep his eyes on the asphalt, teeth gritted, ignoring the fact that he wants to reach over and touch Daehyun. Or to reach down and touch himself. Or for Daehyun to touch him...

And, yeah, maybe his car is stupidly hot now. He adds, "And, there's nowhere to pull in, even if I wanted to. Which I don't."

Daehyun twists his body, leans across the space between their seats, presses his lips against the delicate skin under Youngjae's ear. Says, "There's a rest stop in four minutes," as he pulls away. "And the wedding doesn't start until one, so..."

Youngjae presses down on the gas pedal and hopes that by some miracle they still look respectable when they get to the reception.

[sometimeforever.livejournal.com]

Thankyou <3

[nucleardragon.livejournal.com]

lipstick, bangup, pg13, implications of sex, strip joint

This was all Himchan's fault. Yongguk refused to go to this. A prince does not go to a gay strip club, especially if his best friend – it's questionable now – drags him along and tells him that 'it's great. You'll love it. Trust me' and then proceeds to act innocent.

"Stop pouting. I made sure that no one will follow us or figure out you went to a gay strip club," Himchan told him.

"I'm the next king and you're taking me to a strip club? Why?" Yongguk demanded.

"Because tomorrow is your coronation and today is the last day you get to have fun. Now stop whining and get inside the damn club," he said.

"How did you even hear about this?" Yongguk asked.

"You don't wanna know," Himchan said, entering inside the club.

Yongguk noted that it was warm and partially dark, save for a few lighting to focus on the dancers in the middle of the room. A waiter dressed almost like a maid walked up to them.

"Hello! My name is Daehyun. Where would you like to it today?" he asked, eyeing Himchan greedily.

"Up in the front is fine. You have royalty here today," Himchan stated, pointing at Yongguk who glared at his soon-to-be former best friend.

"Yes, you mentioned something about that. Follow me," Daehyun said, motioning for the two to follow him.

Himchan and Yongguk followed behind him. Yongguk noticed that Himchan was eyeing Daehyun like his brother eyes girls; filled with lust and wanting to play with them. Yongguk shook the thought from his head and sat down next to his friend. Their seats were in front of the stage and they could get a good view of the boys dancing in front of them. Himchan took his wallet out and handed Yongguk a whole bunch of ones and fives.

"Should I ask?" Yongguk asked.

"No."

Yongguk was about to open his mouth to ask anyway, until the lights began to dim and a voice could be heard. Yongguk couldn't catch up on all the words, until he heard the words 'Moon'.

"He's the club favorite. Everybody always wants a piece of Moon," Himchan stated.

Yongguk furrowed his eyebrows and was about to ask what he meant, until he heard music over the speakers and loud screaming was heard. Out came a man with brown hair and bright red lipstick. His outfit consisted of practically leather, with leather jeans and a leather vest. The man was not wearing any shoes, Yongguk noted. But Yongguk was entranced, with the way Moon was moving like water. His eyes screamed sex, as did the cherry red lipstick. Yongguk was frozen in place, watching Jongup strip off his clothes while still dancing to the music.

"I can ask for a private room for you and Moon," Himchan offered.

Yongguk turned his head and raised an eyebrow at him. Himchan grabbed a five and waved it over to Daehyun, who walked over to him. Himchan was whispering to the man about something while Yongguk turned his head back to Moon, who had nothing else left on except for a pair of boxer briefs.

"Good news. I got you a private room," Himchan told him.

Yongguk was about to open his mouth to respond, but he was lifted off from his seat and dragged towards the back, where it mostly red lit. Himchan opened a room number and shoved Yongguk inside.

"If you need me, I'll be in room 24," Himchan told him, closing the door behind him.

Yongguk looked around. It was mostly dark, but comfortable. It had light lighting and a couch to sit on. There were also a couple of toys that he doesn't even wanna touch with a ten-foot pole.

"I've seen you before," a voice said.

[nucleardragon.livejournal.com]

Yongguk jumped and turned around. Moon was still dressed in his leather pants, but he didn't have the vest on. His lipstick was smudged, but redone a few times. His eyes were outlined in thick black eyeliner. Moon walked closer to him.

"I saw you watching me. Did you like what you saw?" Jongup asked, pushing Yongguk down and straddling his lap.

Yongguk said nothing and rested his hands on his hips.

"You're the crown prince, aren't you? What's a man like you doing in a place like this?" Moon asked.

"Does it matter?" Yongguk asked, knowing full well that his eyes were blown as he traced his fingers down Moon's chest and abs.

"I guess not," Moon said, smirking. His cherry red lipstick was bright and contrasted heavily against the dark room. He could pinpoint where the smudge is on his face.

"We only have an hour in here. So I suggest you make it count," Moon told him.

-----

Yongguk came out of the room with his shirt inside out and his hair all over the place, along with red lipstick marks all over his neck and shirt.

"Someone had fun," a familiar voice called out.

Himchan walked over to him, with his hair sticking in off directions and bite marks down his neck.

"I could say the same for you," Yongguk pointed out.

Himchan only rolled his eyes. "If you want to make it back to the palace, I suggest we go there now. We can come back and you can request your little Moon later. Right now we need to wash some of those lipstick marks off your face."

Yongguk said nothing and continued to walk out of the club. He turned around and saw Moon coming out of the room, with what looked like a pair of underwear held on his fingertips.

So that's why his jeans feel weird.

[andnowforyaya.livejournal.com]

:DDDDD

[sometimeforever.livejournal.com]

ugh I love this!

[andnowforyaya.livejournal.com]

haha yes oooh mr. bang~~

[sometimeforever.livejournal.com]

This is cute :)!

[andnowforyaya.livejournal.com]

yes kaonashi didn't seem to have very much agency. it was a spirit that was obsessed with....i forget the girl's name. but he absorbed other spirits and took on their personalities, right? yongguk is definitely...his own being hahaa.

i think himchan will still be a witch spirit thing. yongguk the bear-spirit probably has some sort of grudge or something...i wonder how daehyun will fare.

[sometimeforever.livejournal.com]

unfff

& Jongup tying himself up as a gift is the most resourceful re-use of gifting-ribbon ever YAY

[akmongs.livejournal.com]

october, deep, gold, present, younglo, nc-17, master/slave(pet) relationship, breathplay, choking, rough sex part 1/2

a/n #1: AU inspired by himawarixxsandz's wonderful pet au series. a/n #2: i made a lot of shit up and a lot of sentences probably have no logic because i spent too long on the same 999 words and english stopped making sense.

The Prince returns to palace on a warm October afternoon, after many days spent between the tedious council meetings and flamboyant parties he is obliged to attend during his stay in the Southeast. Before retiring to his chambers, Youngjae orders a maid to send for Junhong in an hour.

Youngjae has taken a bath and is working at his desk when he hears a knock on his door.

“Come in.”

He hears Junhong enter the room, and looks up from his papers. The boy standing in front of him is tall, broad, and handsome. He is wearing thin clothes, regardless of the season - Youngjae can see the soft pink shade of his nipples through the white top. Golden bangles and gemstone bracelets of every shape and color adorn his bare arms.

Junhong is looking at him, and Youngjae distantly remembers the way Junhong had looked at him the very first time: small, shy and terrified. The way his pet looks at him now is nothing less than adoring.

"Master asked of me?” Junhong asks, crossing his hands behind his back.

Youngjae snaps out of his reminiscing and stands, collecting his papers and scrolls. “Yes,” he answers. “Please, go stand in front of that mirror.” He points at the big, long mirror in the corner of his room, decorated by a preciously carved wooden frame- a present from an ambassador. Junhong bows his head and obeys.

He stays quiet and still, watching his Master in the mirror. Youngjae opens he top drawer of his dresser, grabs something and walks back. Once he’s standing behind Junhong, the pet meets his eyes in the mirror, and turns. What Youngjae is holding is a small box, square in shape and rich blue in color. Slowly, he takes off the lid, and Junhong gasps.

Youngjae speaks softly, “It’s a present for you.”

It’s a thin band of gold, not wider than two fingers. Junhong feels his cheeks burn when he realizes what it is.

“Master bought me a collar?” Junhong asks, excited. His eyes widen comically and he covers his mouth with his hand, looking down quickly. Youngjae chuckles and Junhong blushes some more.

“I had it made for you by the best goldsmith in the Kingdom,” Youngjae says, carefully taking the jewel out of the box. “Do you want to try it on?”

Junhong nods, smiling behind his fingers. He bends his neck and Youngjae slips the collar around it. Junhong doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until Youngjae clasps the two ends. He looks in the mirror, heart thumping nervously.

The strap of gold sits perfectly beneath his throat, tight but not uncomfortable. Junhong’s entranced, staring and tracing the elegant shape of the collar with his fingertips. There is enough space for Youngjae to hook his index finger in the back and pull curiously. Junhong chokes and frowns at him, blinking quickly.

“Master,” he pouts, rubbing his neck.

Youngjae goes quiet, for a while.

“You’re turning eighteen, tomorrow. I have never taken you out to a royal party before, never could, but I will - very soon,” Youngjae pauses, biting his lip. He thumbs the edge of the golden band. “I want every gentleman and every lady in the room to be green with envy because you are mine, Junhong.”

Junhong grins. “I have always been yours, though.”

In a heartbeat, Youngjae pins Junhong against the mirror and kisses him breathless, the young pet gasping into his mouth. He holds Youngjae’s waist before he remembers he isn’t supposed to touch his Master without permission, but Youngjae doesn’t mention it - presses closer, bites Junhong’s lips and slips his tongue in his mouth, Junhong’s leg rubbing between his thighs. Youngjae pulls back, moaning.

“I want you to strip. I want you on my bed, on all fours. Will you do that for me, Junhongie?”

“Yes, Master.”

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Junhong strips and crawls on the bed. He arches his back like a cat and spreads his knees eagerly for his Master, ass in the air.

Youngjae stretches him with care, opening him up with four of his fingers, taking him on the edge, right where he wants him.

“Young-- Master,” Junhong begs, “please Master, please, my prince-- please.”

Youngjae fucks him slowly, deliberately, holding Junhong’s wrists crossed at the small of his back. Something akin to a rush of adrenaline makes him hook two fingers in the collar and pull. Junhong moans and gasps and chokes beautifully, back arched and head thrown back, scrambling for balance on his knees. Youngjae hovers over him to kiss him and Junhong whines in his mouth - tiny, broken moans - bent backwards, and if the pet weren’t so flexible this position would be impossible.

He comes buried deep inside Junhong, hand wrapped possessively around his neck and biting the corner of Junhong’s mouth. Junhong’s whimpering, muscles spasming and eyes rolling back. Youngjae counts one breath and lets go, holds the pet around his torso before he collapses. Junhong comes in waves, air rushing back into his lungs, black spots dotting his vision.

Youngjae helps him stretch and roll on his back, cleans him up with a damp towel and holds him until Junhong promises he’s okay.

“A Master shall not have to clean up his pet,” Junhong protests half-heartedly. He’s lying on his back, Youngjae’s head on his shoulder.

“A pet shall not sleep in his Master’s bed, but you often seem to forget this norm of Pet Etiquette,” Youngjae says, grinning. Junhong laughs loudly.

He rolls on top of Youngjae, arms on both sides of his head.

“Have you missed me?” he whispers, stealing a kiss.

“Deeply,” Youngjae whispers back, “Have you, my love?”

“Every day, Master.”

There is never hesitation in Junhong’s words when he speaks. He does it proudly, like loving Youngjae is the most obvious thing he’s ever done.

One particular rule concerns the role of a Master. Masters can not fall in love with their pets.

Youngjae has never minded breaking certain rules.

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quill, clang, pg, daelo + youngjae, magic school au

part one

"Junhong-sshi, will the end of your quill tell you the answer to what script characters go into the Nine-Tails Summoning spell?"

Junhong blinks himself out of his daydream and cringes at the sharp sound of Professor Sunhwa's voice. She's tapping her foot. The entire class is looking at him. Predictably, Jongup is absolutely no help, looking just as lost in his seat next to Junhong.

"Um," Junhong says. "No?"

Professor Sunhwa sighs. "Then I suggest you stop chewing on the end of it and start paying attention in class. Spirit Summoning is no easy task."

"Yes, Professor," Junhong says meekly, bowing his head.

Someone in class snickers, and Junhong chances another glance out of the window when the professor turns back to go over the script again on the blackboard.

Just then, a blur passes by the window, and Junhong's heart pounds in his chest. Daehyun's laugh can be heard echoing against the castle walls as another blur passes.

Mato School of Magic's quidditch teams aren't supposed to be practicing right now; Junhong's got their practice schedule memorized, but Daehyun, House Pema's seeker, is goofing off, as usual, playing tag with his chaser friend Youngjae.

Junhong's got a FireDragon360 under his bed in his dorm. One day, he's going to try out for his own house's team.

.

Captain Yongguk is a force to be reckoned with. He's determined to bring House Tokki through to the finals of the school tournament this year. "It's been too long since the field has adorned Tokki colors!" he says before almost every game, sounding like an old war general.

Junhong finds it amusing. Jongup doesn't care either way; he just likes to be able to relieve some stress on the field, which is easy for him as he's one of their beaters.

Junhong, though, is a chaser. He's got the reach for it, Yongguk tells him. He'd tried out for seeker, but seekers are usually -- small. Petite. Junhong's only a fourth year but he's already taller than a lot of his house's seniors.

Today's game is the semi-final against Pema.

"Don't let Jung catch the snitch," Yongguk warns. "You stay on him like -- you just stay on him."

Hana, their seeker, nods silently. She's never won a game against Daehyun, which must be a great source of anxiety for her, right at this moment.

Junhong nudges her with his hip, and she squeaks. "You'll be fine," he says. "The team will look out for you."

She nods, and the gates go up.

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part two

The game is a slow one. They are evenly matched, and the snitch is nowhere in sight. Junhong's scored a few goals but Youngjae's scored a few goals, too, and the game keeps building like this. Daehyun dove once, prompting a collective gasp and cheer in the crowd, but it turned out to be a feint.

It's not that Junhong finds quidditch boring. He loves quidditch. He just gets so entrenched in it -- entranced -- that he can't be sure exactly what happened after the fact when asked. So it's no surprise, really, when he's making a rather routine play, passing the ball to another chaser on their team, when there's a blur and suddenly there's Daehyun, arm outstretched and fingers grasping for something.

It happens so quickly.

Daehyun's hand closes around the snitch and ends the game.

Jongup bats the bludger toward him, a moment too late to distract.

Daehyun and Junhong are side-by-side and Daehyun must see it coming -- he must. But he doesn't move and then there's a crash and a crunch, Daehyun knocking into Junhong's side and then --

Daehyun falls from his broom.

.

The professors don't let him hit the ground. Of course not. He's not too horribly injured, but Junhong insists on visiting him in the Hospital Ward anyway. Somehow, he feels at fault.

Youngjae is there, glaring and righteous. "What are you doing here? Did you bring another bludger with you? Huh?" and Junhong flinches back, but a throat is cleared from behind Youngjae, and Youngjae deflates and steps to the side.

"Oh," Daehyun says weakly. "Another fan!"

His smile is shaky.

Youngjae rolls his eyes. "I hope you came to apologize," he grumbles.

"I did," Junhong says, staring at Daehyun in the hospital bed. He can't believe Daehyun is a sixth year. He's tiny. Especially now, in all those fluffy scratchy blankets. "How are you feeling?"

"Peachy," Daehyun says with the same smile. "And you?"

"I don't hear an apology," Youngjae says, frowning.

"I'm okay." Junhong elects to ignore Youngjae, who huffs and goes to sit in the chair by the window, looking out of it. "I wanted to thank you for -- blocking the hit."

"It was meant for me, anyway."

"But you could have moved."

Daehyun shrugs and seems to regret it immediately, face scrunching up in pain.

Junhong rushes forward to -- what? Tuck him in? Adjust the covers around him? They don't know each other well enough for that to be okay. Daehyun's eyes twinkle at him.

"Bah," Daehyun says. "It's been a while since I've been to the hospital ward. Professor Hyosung's missed me."

“Nope!” Professor Hyosung’s voice sounds from somewhere in the ward. There’s a clang. “I haven’t missed you. In fact, it would have been nice not to see your face for a couple more peaceful weeks, Jung Daehyun.”

When Daehyun smiles at him again Junhong can't help but return it. His fingers find their way to the blanket, fiddling with the threads there. "Well when you're out," Junhong says. "I'd like to make it up to you. Maybe over coffee down in the village?"

"Oooh," Daehyun says. "Throw in a cookie and I'm sold."

Junhong's heart skips hard, like it had since his second year here, the first time he'd seen Daehyun play for House Pema in a game. "Deal," he says with a grin.

At the window, Youngjae clucks his tongue. "Unbelievable."

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god elevator sex oh my god ugh this is hot ugh so hot