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Dirty Thoughts

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Synopsis: No one can beat the urges of humanity. Just give in to it, god knows your best friend wants to.

warnings: smut, softdom!minho, thigh riding, orgasm denial just once, escalates kinda quickly I lowkey didn’t proofread so lmk if there’s any grammatical errors and other warnings I should include!

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Sex is normal. Wanting sex is humane, there's nothing wrong with the primal need that courses through your body. There's nothing wrong with looking at someone and thinking how much you want them to rail you into oblivion. There's nothing wrong with the way that you get hornier days before your period and even more after you've started, the routine menstruation just making it a constant cycle of sexual frustration. There's nothing wrong with wanting sex, moreso from one or two specific people because you just know they’d be so good in bed. There’s nothing wrong with lusting after one of your best friends because you can’t help but fantasize about them after they go into detail about the late night fuck they had over recently. Right?

It’s all biological in the end.

He just makes it so hard to concentrate. Minho just loves to flex right in front of you, both literally and about his sexual endeavors. At the moment, he was lifting and dropping the dumbbells he had laying around his bedroom, telling you so casually about the hookup he had a couple nights ago. “It was alright, they were good but tapped out after one round. Had to finish myself off again after they left,” he deadpanned as he continued to focus on his mini workout.

You didn’t really know how to respond when he talked about these things, especially now, too entranced by the way his muscles tensed and started to slowly work up a sweat. Minho wasn’t wearing anything out of the usual, just an everyday shirt he’d cut the sleeves off of and a pair of gym shorts he’d ridden up way too high. At least he was comfortable, although maybe too comfortable so that he didn’t mind showing skin in front of someone who was on the verge of sexual combustion.

His mouth was moving, though you couldn’t process what he was saying. From your spot on his bed, you watched his slightly exposed shoulder muscles tense through the mirror that his back was to, all while he kept his gaze on the weight in his hand. Your mind traveled to how good he’d look with your nails scratching down it, leaving red hot marks that would surely last for days. Maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten laid in so long, or maybe it was because he was so comfortable talking about sex to you that it had implanted such lewd images in your brain. Either way, he looked so delectable.

Wonder if he looks good naked, you thought, trying not to let your eyes linger too long. Though you were too slow. Minho caught you staring, slowly bringing his work out to a halt. Your face began to grow hot as you trailed your eyes from his shoulders down his arms and stopped on his hands, the blood rushing so much that the veins protruded. As you wondered what it’d be like to feel them around your neck, Minho let out a breathy laugh. “If you’re gonna stare, at least compliment me.” Cocky bastard.

“S– sorry,” was all you said, shaking your head and readjusting to lean against the headboard.

“Did you hear anything I said? Or were you too mesmerized by how hot I must look while working out?” Minho set the dumbbell down gently, riding his shorts higher to tuck them into the lower hem of his tight boxers.

“Not really. I kinda tune you out when you start talking about how good in bed whatever-their-name was,” you answered honestly.

To be fair, you did listen to him at first. However it became tiring having to hear of all the action he got when you couldn’t even bring yourself to an orgasm no matter how hard you tried. It was getting painful, how close you could bring yourself to a high just for it to simmer out because it just wasn’t enough. You tried anything you could, different vibrators and all of their different settings, different kinds of porn that could’ve potentially sparked another interest, but nothing worked. The true object of your sexual desires was just so far away. “Oh really? So you drool over me instead? I’m more than a pretty face, y’know.” He was still at the end of the bed standing while you cowered slightly into his sheets, embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you admitted, voice low.

“How long has it been for you?” Minho asked bluntly. It made you snap your eyes open at him, shocked he’d even ask. He’d never really pushed you about your sex life, probably not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But with how you’d been looking at him like a lion to a gazelle, he was in the right to ask such a question. You shifted, tucking your legs in tighter. “A while.”

Minho’s lips piqued ever so slightly, “you like what you see?” He leaned forward onto his hands, crawling slowly up to you. Your breath hitched as he stopped just short of your feet.

“I mean… you’ve worked hard on… yourself… Don’t you want people to look?” The right words had a hard time finding their way into your head and out your mouth. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, adding to the seductiveness of the way he casually leaned on his other arm. Reaching out, he took your phone from your hand and tossed it to the end of the bed. “So you are looking,” he smiled wickedly, lips extra plump. Minho noticed the tension behind your eyes, unsure if you should cross the invisible line that your friendship lies behind. “If it makes you feel better, I‘ve always been looking at you the same way. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” your voice was almost a whisper.

“C’mon, Y/N. I have a key to your house. I’ve heard you. Just ‘cause you can’t hear anything outside the bathroom when you shower doesn’t mean I can’t hear you inside.” It was like your heart stopped beating, realizing what he was referring to. All the times he was sitting in your living room with his hands politely folded in his lap, staring at the TV that hadn’t been turned on with a smile as if he was waiting for something. You always just assumed he was waiting for you to come out. In a way, you suppose he was.

You were sure your whole face was bright pink, forehead starting to sweat thinking about how Minho has heard you moaning his name. “You think about me when you touch yourself, don’t you?”

“Minho, I—“

“I do too. I think about you,” his tone dropped to an octave you’ve never heard from him before. Sitting up, he tugged your bent knees from under you and pulled you down the bed, head laying in the pillows. You don’t know why you let him, because now he hovered over you, breath hot and heavy as his face came in close. “When I’m with those other girls,” you bit your lip unconsciously, watching his eyes flutter between your own and your lips. “I think about you, wishing it was you under me. Sometimes, I have to shut myself up all together to stop from moaning your name.”

Your chest tightened at the mention of him being with other women. Jealousy is unpredictable, it can make people do unpredictable things. But sexual frustration is even more dangerous, bringing out the worst in people to live out some of their most taboo fantasies. Like now, it forced you to speak words you’d never dream of saying out loud. “They’re lucky.” Confusion spread across his face, eyebrows scrunching together as he steadied himself over you. “They had the chance to be beneath you.”

“And never stood a chance against you.”

“How would you know? You’ve never… had me like that.”

“Does it upset you? Me being with other girls?” The confusion was quickly replaced again with another grin. Minho pushed your legs apart with his knees, bringing one of his own to kneel just below your aching core. It was getting stickier with every second that he caged you in, if you weren’t breathing so hard you were sure you could smell your arousal seeping through the thin fabric. You could feel the heat from his bare thigh between your legs, fueling the idea of being able to ride it. 

Hesitating, you nodded, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Minho let out a dark chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re so cute. You have no idea what you do to me— what you’ve been doing to me.” It was like he was taunting you, calling your nonexistent bluff. It wasn’t like you were hiding the dirty thoughts you had of him, the opportunity just never arose. Until now. 

“What do I do to you?” you asked, suddenly growing curious and slightly confident. Minho’s eyes darkened as he watched you wiggle, getting antsier with the lack of touch.

“If I tell you, things won’t be the same.” He leaned back on one heel between your legs, the other propped up next to your hip.

“Tell me.” You said almost instantly. It felt like if you wasted another second without his touch, you’d burst from the inside out. A sudden adrenaline boost shot through you, bringing you to sit up and lean towards him. It took everything in you to resist the urge to kiss his lips as he let his tongue gently run over it. “I want you to tell me. Everything.”

A flame flickered behind his eyes, you could see it through the haze of lust. “I think about kissing you,” he slid forward, pushing off his heel to guide you back into the pillows. Minho brushed your hair from your neck, dipping his head to let his lips ever so slightly graze the sensitive skin your pulse lied under. The heat from his breath sent shivers down your spine. “I just wanna kiss you everywhere.” He paused before placing the softest kiss to your throat, another under your jaw, to your cheek, and stopped to hover over your lips, not letting himself get caught in the way he could so easily melt into you.

“Wanna touch you here,” you’d forgotten about his hands. Now they were unlocking your own from your shirt, intertwining and bringing them over your head. Fingers ghosted down your arms, over your shoulders and up until they traced your lips. “Here,” he gently made his way down your chest, grazing the tops of your breast with his mouth as his hands slipped beneath your shirt.

“Min—“ you were going to tell him to hurry up, but he lifted your shirt and brought it over your boobs. It didn’t register that you weren’t wearing a bra until his lips attached around your nipple, sucking harshly and biting at the nub. You let a moan escape, overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation. With a free hand, he tweaked the other nipple, eventually giving the same attention to both.

Removing your shirt all together, he brought his hand down to pull at the hem of your shorts. “And here,” snapping the elastic waistband, the sting instantly subsiding as he cupped your clothed mound. You were sure he could feel the wetness. Another whimper left your lips, closing your eyes and arching into his hand. He wasn’t moving, but the friction from someone other than yourself had you reeling.

“Please,” the plea was a pathetic attempt at more, though more of what you were unsure. Minho had hardly done anything and you were putty in his hands.

“Please what, sweetheart? I told you what I want. It’s your turn now.” Knowing where he stood, wanting you just as bad as you wanted him, you grabbed the hem of his shirt so that he could pull it off. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him shirtless— if he could, he’d never wear one.

But this was a different environment, a different tension surrounded the two of you now. Before he could completely strip his top, you were already reaching for his pants, bringing it down as much as you could without any awkward movements. He’d beat you to it though, pushing you back down into the bed and stripping himself of both his shorts and underwear. You followed him, but could only get your own shorts off before Minho stole your hands again and pinning them above your head once more. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you. So, so much.” A grin plastered his face and let go of your arms to use one hand to strip you of the last item of clothing. Minho ran a single finger through your sopping folds, swirling and spreading your juices around to make a mess. Another moan ripped through you, the lack of touch for months finally catching up and making you hyper sensitive. It was just the tip of his finger, toying with your clit lightly as if to antagonize you. It dawned on you that after all that, he still hadn’t kissed you.

“Kiss.”

“Hm? What was that, sweetheart?” He pried his eyes away from your cunt long enough to catch your watery gaze. “Kiss. Please?”

He giggled, watching the way your lips pouted while he took his time to suck on the one finger that was coated in your essence. After letting it go with a pop, he cupped your jaw and finally crashed his lips to yours. It started soft, sensual as he let you set the initial pace. But hunger overtook him, licking along your bottom lip to ask for entrance. The kiss quickly became hungry and messy, spit and tongues traveling anywhere and everywhere. “Always knew you were a good kisser,” Minho breathed heavily, resting his forehead on yours as his hands trailed down your body again.

This time, he spread both of your legs, taking in a deep suck of air as he lifted them up from the underside of your thighs, exposing your core to him. “Smell so fucking good.” Licking his lips again, he dove in, licking and sucking in all the right places. Your nerves were on hyperdrive, fire igniting in your gut even more than it already was.

“F— fuck!” you cried out when his tongue circled your pulsing hole. He dipped the muscle in for a split second before licking back up to your clit, rubbing the tip of his tongue in figure eights. He dropped your thigh over his shoulder, using the free hand to slowly push a single digit into you. This drawed out another whine from you, gripping onto his hair and pulling his face deeper into you. You felt yourself already building up a dam, threatening to break at any second. Minho felt this, pumping the one finger a few times and quickly adding another to spread you wider. He scissored you open, lips suctioning to your clit like it was his lifeline. “More, n— need more.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He added a third, practically splitting you. Minho curled the three digits, shudders ripped through you like a tidal wave as he hit all the right spots. You were so close, walls fluttering and clenching incredibly hard. He could feel it, pulling back as soon as you were about to tip over the edge. “No! Fuck— why?!”

“Just because you made me wait so goddamn long.” Minho sat back, swiping some of your arousal to use as lubricant while he tugged his angry cock. It was the first time you’d looked at him, really gotten a good look. To say he was well endowed would be short of a compliment, you wondered if he’d be able to fit. 

Your eyes raked up his body, “you’re so mean.” Tears wanted to fall again from the involuntary spasms in your muscles. It was painful, so blissfully torturous. 

“Please, you don’t know how mean I could be.” You didn’t know what he meant by that, figuring you’ll work it out later. “But for now, I’ll be nice. Tell me what you want. Make it good, I won’t go so easy on you next time, sweetheart.” Your pussy throbbed at the idea of there being a next time with him.

As he continued to slowly drag his hand along his cock, your eyes drifted to his thighs, so thick and muscular. “Does baby want to ride my thighs?” The smirk in his voice didn’t cease. You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to really look at him. The feeling from your first denied orgasm hadn’t gone away completely, only fading slightly, aching still ever so present. Minho reached down, caressing your cheek and cooing at you. “So pretty when you’re needy.” You leaned into his touch, loving how small you felt below him. But the sweetness of the moment was gone too soon, he plopped next to you on the bed and spread his legs, hand not leaving his cock.

You didn’t need to be told what to do, immediately throwing a leg over him to straddle one thigh. Though you were hesitant to sit fully on him, unsure what to do even though it’s exactly what you asked for. “Does baby need help?” Minho teased, the nickname making your legs want to clamp together but his thigh stopped you. He tapped the insides of your legs to get you to spread wider, your clit coming in contact with his warm skin. The rush was instantaneous, already stimulating. With one hand, he gripped your hip and pushed you down onto him while the other kept stroking his length.

Tears still stinging your eyes, you experimentally pushed your hips forward, hoping for some much needed friction. It was heavenly, the flex and relaxation of his thigh giving so much texture to the animalistic movement you picked up upon realizing how wonderful it felt to ride him this way. Your eyes rolled back, hands running up your own body to tweak your breasts. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” Minho moaned, deep and lustful. He tugged his cock harder, leaving crescent shaped marks in your ass. As you picked up speed, he lifted his hand and brought it down hard to the side of your thigh. The pain shocked you for a moment, making you stutter, but it didn’t deter you. Another smack, it fueled your rutting against him. “Look at you, not an ounce of shame, hm? Probably not a single thought in your head except wanting to cum. Maybe I should make you stop—“

“No! No, please! N— need to cum.” Your hips sped up as much as you could, trying to reach your high before Minho could steal it from you again.

He slapped your thigh again, “stop.” You didn’t— you couldn’t. Not when it felt so sinfully good, watching Minho jerk off to you right before your eyes while he let you use his body for your own pleasure. “C—can’t. Can’t stop. Have to—“

“I said stop.” Minho brought his hand down the hardest he had all night. But instead of it being punishing, the slap helped you rut against him rough enough to bring you to your high. Your vision went white as you screwed your eyes shut, body stilling and legs clamping incredibly hard around his thigh at the euphoria that overtook you. He let you ride it out, thumb rubbing into your hip bone. When you opened your eyes again, he was still tugging at himself, only slower now. “Think I need to teach you a lesson. Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

As spent as you were from bringing yourself to the first good orgasm you’d had in months, the very present horniness of the man below you was enticing enough to keep going. “Teach me,” you breathed out, moving to straddle him completely.

Minho let go of himself, the same hand finding the back of your hair and yanking back to expose your neck. The sting on your scalp shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, forcing you down so your wet cunt met his searing hot cock to mix with the pain. You couldn’t help but slick up and down him, wanting more even though you were ridiculously overstimulated. Another moan tore through you, making yourself and Minho shiver with lust. Realizing what you were doing, he pulled you off his cock by your hair. “Nu-uh. I’ve given you enough, now you’re just taking advantage of my kindness, baby.”

“N— no, ‘m not. Want more, want you,” you choked out, heart practically beating out of your chest. 

There was a moment he paused to watch you struggle to find pressure on your cunt, wriggling in his grasp. As much as he wanted to ruin you, make you cry and keep begging for him until you were covered in drool and cum, Minho himself was on the verge of his own release. He knew that with how long he’s wanted you, there was no way he’d be able to follow through with all the things he wanted to do to you. At least, not tonight. Smirking again, he flipped you onto your back by your hair, causing you to yelp. 

“God, you’re so spoiled,” Minho grumbled, playfully irritated as he leaned down to kiss your neck and hook his arm under one leg. “You get to watch me walk around half naked, watch me work out, listen to me talk about all the fucks I’ve had and what do I get in return?” He sat up, lifting your leg higher to rest over his shoulder. Keeping the bottom of your thigh pressed firmly against his stomach, Minho shifted to straddle your thigh that rested on the bed and tease the tip of his cock with your pussy. “Are you even the littlest bit sorry, sweetheart? You’ve kept me waiting for forever and as soon as I get you, you act like a selfish brat.” Whimper after whimper escaped your lips, longing for him to kiss you with the mouth that spoke such dirty and degrading words. 

Grabbing hold of the base of his dick, he pushed languid strokes through your folds as his eyes trained solely where your cunt and his cock met. You watched how the veins in his neck pulsed, how his chest rose and fell so heavily with need, the way his stomach tensed as he held back from pummeling you into the mattress. Part of you wanted him to lose his self restraint to the debauchery, but the sensible side of you remembered that your lack of sexual encounters for however long it’d been would cut the action short. “How badly do you want it, brat?” Minho spewed venom.

“Need it. More than anything. Need to feel you now,” you scooched down the bed as much as you could, looking for anything to calm the burning in your stomach. Minho chuckled, grabbing hold of your ass and flipping you more so that you laid almost completely on your side and had full access to your pussy. Your face flushed as he held eye contact with you, gathering a copious amount of saliva in his mouth just to let it drip slowly onto his cock and your cunt. Biting your lip, you spread your arms to grab onto something— anything. “Please, just fuck me.”

He hummed, “brats always get what the want in the end, don’t they?” Minho kissed the inside of your knee, tapping his heavy cock on your clit a few times before moving down to enter you. He went slow, the blunt cockhead penetrating your small and touch-deprived hole, the stretch stinging uncomfortable. Sensing your tension, he continued to push in shortly, only moving when your cunt relaxed slightly and you gave the okay. Though, your arousal cut the time for Minho to bottom out quickly, the base of his cock flushed against your mound. He let you adjust for a few moments before the primal urge to fuck got the best of him.

His hips pulled out and pushed back in slowly and shortly, keeping an iron grip on your leg with both of his hands. Sitting up straighter on his knees, Minho’s eyes rolled back at a particularly tight clench, one you purposely did because he looked all too comfortable. “F— fuck. No idea how long I’ve waited for this pussy to be mine.” His thrusts got harder, the sound of his balls slapping your skin echoing throughout the bedroom.

Feeling shy at his vulgarity, you moaned and lifted your arms to cover your face while simultaneously reaching to steady yourself on the headboard. However Minho was too quick and grabbed the hand closest to him, using your arm and thigh as leverage to pound into you harder. “You’re mine now, all mine. Gonna fill you up so good.” He turned his head and bit into your leg, tongue pressing flat against the mark soothingly.

“‘m yours, Minnie. ‘m yours,” the words came out between thrusts, voice bouncy as he continued his assault on your cunt. The nickname and exclamation of possession had Minho groaning, losing himself in your warm and slick walls. You were getting so close, reaching down to play with your clit while you both chased your highs. “Make me cum— need you to make me cum, Minnie, please.”

The whimper that escaped his lips caught him by surprise, almost making him lose rhythm. Minho swatted your hand away from your swollen nub to replace it with his own, circling and rubbing figure eights into it with just the right amount of pressure. His touch had your pussy fluttering around him, getting stronger with every passing second he swore he was going to explode. “So close, baby. Just a little more.” He pounded harder, slightly lifting your hips. The new angle was just enough that it hit the spot that made you drool, making you do exactly that.

You pleaded for him not to stop, to keep destroying you with his cock and fingers. Who was he to deny your requests when you asked so sweetly?

“So big, daddy. Fuck! Let me cum, please, let me cum!” It slipped from your lips before you could realize. If he didn’t have a daddy kink before, he sure as hell did now. It sounded so lewd, so dirty coming from your mouth that was usually so pure and right. 

“Go ahead, brat. Cum.” You didn’t wait another moment, letting the coil in your stomach break as Minho stayed consistently hammering you through your orgasm. Your back arched, closing your walls around him so tightly that it just about pulled him to his own edge as well. Stuttering to a stop, Minho buried himself to the hilt inside you as your walls milked him for all he had. The pent up frustration of not having an adequate partner and his lust for you made him empty a thick and heavy load into your writhing cunt.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, Minho slowly dropping your leg to the bed and hunching over you. Your eyes were closed as you regained a steady breathing pattern, opening to see him already staring at you. He puckered his lips in the same fashion you did earlier, “kiss.” You couldn’t help but laugh and bring him down by his neck to give a sweet kiss. His cock twitched inside you as your lips melted into one another, it made you wince.

Minho broke away first, gently pulling out of you and running to grab a wet towel to clean you with. After the mess was dealt with— he didn’t let you move a muscle— he fell into bed beside you.

This is what felt normal, cuddling up with him and letting your breaths fall into sync. He liked being the little spoon sometimes, your chest against his back and one arm under his neck for support while your legs tangled together. You played with his hair, brushing it away from his face as you laid kisses atop of his messy head. "Do you have dirty thoughts about all your friends?"

The sudden question made your face heat up and lightly smack his arm. "No, just you." However the lack of clothes was new, incredibly more intimate now that you’d both admitted to wanting each other for so long. That was also the scary part. Luckily, Minho was always the braver of you two, and this was no match. “I meant it. I want you.”

“You just had me,” your words whispered.

“For more than a fuck. I want you.”

“Then have me.”

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A/N: someone play 'dirty thoughts' by Chloe Adams cus that song goes hard.

Quick update on It Was Good Until It Wasn't; I'm finally back home from my trip and can keep working on it (I wrote this one on the plane ride home bless privacy screens). Hopefully I can find the time between job hunting and other life stuffs to sit down and get it done in a few days to the next week!

Shoot me some feedback or just to chat! My asks are always open :3

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | 19.5 [cloudy days] y/n

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—19.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] y/n's thoughts

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—ON ROTATION: broke me down - janine

You tuck your knees to your chest, sniffing as you finally calm down from all the crying you did earlier. Your chest was still in pain, head feeling foggy and clouded. Being in Uncle Adrian's presence after Minho left was everything you needed, but at the same time, painful. Sad. Heartbreaking. Because you are mourning everything about Minho, and you are mourning something— the person, the life— you thought you knew. Rose tinted glasses stripped from your view of the world, only causing more storms, more cloudy days to tumble in and fill your field of vision.

You let out a sigh as your eyes land on the blank canvas currently sitting on the easel near the corner of your room. You don't really know what you want to paint, but your feet are taking you to the seat before you could even object. You gather your paint and set aside a few that you need, getting your brush ready as you test out a single stroke— a baby blue streak now taking its place on the canvas. You imagine grass dotted with tiny daises and dandelions, trees almost bare as the seasons change and it sheds its old leaves. A cold, cloudy day. An open notebook lies next to you, a few missing pages ripped from the seam. As you sit and stare ahead, you aren't really sure what you're looking at. All you see is the sky stretching beyond what you can imagine, hills never-ending; much as life, as you never know how far the hills stretch, how long the rollercoaster lasts. But through it all, the sky still turns blue in the far distance.

You miss how things used to be.

You wish you remembered.

How you wish you could press rewind and do things differently; turn back the hands of time and play a different outcome.

How you wish you could go back to how things used to be— even if that meant going back to the days when you and Minho weren't okay, going back to the days when you argued, cried, fought. At least you wouldn't be guessing your way through life like you are now, going through an open notebook trying to determine what the missing pages were without any clues.

So, you paint just that. That exact image. Letting your thoughts come to life, allowing your hand to freely move on its own. Breathing life into the canvas, into your own story. You move your brush in a still, steady movement— hoping that with every stroke, the pain will subside and bleed into the paint instead. Because one day, you hope the painting can capture all of your feelings properly. The sadness, the hurt, the frustration. Because one day, you hope to look back at it and be able to remember how these days contributed to your healing, your growth. Because one day, you hope to look back and see how far you've come despite the vast amount of hills, the never-ending rollercoasters.

But one day, you also hope to look back and find this painting to serve as a reminder on your tough days. That, although, things weren't entirely clear or perfect, it would only get better from here. That blue skies will come to you once again, just like they do in the painting.

No matter the distance, it'd be there. 

Ready to engulf you in its brightness, its warmth.

And maybe, underneath those blue skies, you won't be sitting alone next to a ripped notebook. Underneath those blue skies, the grass will be a bit greener, the trees will have its leaves as it stands on its strong roots. Underneath those blue skies, you'd find a complete notebook after rearranging the pieces of yourself. 

Underneath those blue skies, you'll be with Chan, Seungmin, Jisung, Minho.

Underneath those blue skies, you'll look at Minho and find the blue skies, the stars, moon, galaxies all within those beautiful, brown orbs.

And it'll feel peaceful. 

It'll feel bright. 

It'll feel warm.

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Alpine has revealed the first images of the car it will enter into next year’s World Endurance Championship. The French manufacturer calls the A424 Beta a “precursor” to the machine it will enter into the WEC’s top category, including the Le Mans 24 Hours, in 2024. The LDMh prototype has been developed jointly by Alpine and ORECA. The car is powered by a 3.4-litre 90-degree V6 engine with a single turbocharger, plus a 50kw hybrid system. Alpine announced its coming two-car assault on the WEC Hypercar class in October 2021. Design work on the A424 began the following month. The car was developed at Alpine’s Viry-Chatillon base, where the Renault engines used by its Formula 1 team are produced. It is the first prototype the facility has created since 1978. “Viry-Châtillon is an entity bringing together many activities beyond F1,” Alpine executive director Bruno Famin explained. “At Viry, our vehicle division brings together customer racing, Formula E and other projects, including the A424 Beta and Alpenglow. “We have built on our existing strengths while adding quantity and quality to our workforce. In addition to the dedicated team, all the Viry-Chatillon departments contributed to the A424 project whenever and wherever needed.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free He said the team has been “fully committed” to the hypercar project since the beginning of last year. “The pace gradually quickened, and given Alpine’s ambitions to penetrate the American market the LMDh option was obvious as it requires a more limited investment in engineering than the LMHs. “The LMH/LMDh idea is to put the cars in the same aerodynamic and engine performance windows through thoroughly well-designed regulations. With the LMDh, we have a shared spine surrounded by a chassis from one of the four approved manufacturers. Manufacturers can also design a body with the stylistic codes of their brands, hence the divergences we are already seeing with prototypes whose style is not dictated solely by aerodynamics. “With this, Alpine is reaffirming its strong identity and its technical talents within an agreed budget, allowing us to market our LMDh in the future.” Alpine said the car’s name was chosen by combining a three-digit number beginning with four to evoke its past winning endurance cars, and the number 24 to reference the Le Mans 24 Hours. Pictures: Alpine A424 Beta Alpine A424 Beta, 2023 Alpine A424 Beta, 2023 Alpine A424 Beta, 2023 Alpine A424 Beta, 2023 Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free World Endurance Championship Browse all World Endurance Championship articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

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[e-icreator23]

LMH Vince x Mephiles image

#undertale au #undertale oc #LMH #my art #my artwork #digital art #digital artwork #digital drawing #Vince #Mephiles #LMH Vince #LHM Mephiles #asks #art request

[greekminoz]

LMH: "I sigh. I hate the end of my 20s. I hate losing my boyhood. Until my late 20s, if I want to look like a boy, sometimes like a boy, like a man." Sometimes I can look manly if I want to, but when I'm in my 30s and grow older as a man, do I feel like I have to take responsibility for my words? I think people will forgive me if I say stupid things, but if I keep doing the same things after I'm 30, people won't say, 'What are you doing at such an old age?' Because of the fear that I might not be able to express myself because of the gazes and awareness of others, and the pressure of my age, it is not a simple thing to become old.” People were "people who don't decorate". Although it may not be possible to express the truth 100% due to circumstances, people who can show themselves as pure and unadorned as possible are cool."

▶️When asked about what he must protect as a "man," he replied,

LMH: "I think men should always have a sense of responsibility. As a father, I think it's masculine to have a sense of responsibility towards women and a sense of responsibility to protect what you say." rice field.I would like to play a role that is completely loose and can leave behind the appearance of my 20s. , I think I can express an image that is close to me. Is it similar to me"

[williamgunst]

Toutes les marques attendues pour Hypercar jusqu'en 2024 (photo)

Toutes les marques attendues pour Hypercar jusqu’en 2024 (photo)

Découvrez en images les marques attendues en Hypercar (LMH/LMDh) lors des prochaines saisons en WEC, IMSA et aux 24 Heures du Mans.Découvrez en images les marques attendues en Hypercar (LMH/LMDh) lors des prochaines saisons en WEC, IMSA et aux 24 Heures du Mans. Hypercar-LMDh : le renouveau 2021 restera dans l’histoire comme un tournant pour l’endurance mondiale avec l’entrée en vigueur,…

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[lovminho]

A long necked boi @freckled-fairy-00

#this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen thank you #cursed image #lmh #submission

[hongism]

glutton - hhj + lmh ft. hjs 18+

➻ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader x lee minho ft. han jisung ➻ wc: 6k ._. ➻ genre: pwp, smut ➻ rating: 18+, M ➻ warnings: spanking, oral: m and f receiving, ties, thigh riding, humiliation, mirrors, cum play, lots of praise, punishment, double penetration, spit-roasting, hair pulling, pussy slapping, hyunjin tongue piercing, fingering, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, cum eating, cum swallowing, dom/sub themes, soft dom!hyunjin, hard dom!minho, sub!reader, brat!reader, sweat, choking, dirty talk, degradation, sir kink, use of kitten/princess, light bondage, finger sucking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, face-fucking, pain kink, rough sex, creampie, size kink, crying during sex, unprotected sex, safewords/signals, marking, tongue sucking(??), spit as lube, lube, anal fingering, cock-warming, masturbation, oral fixation, big dick hyunho, throat bulging, cumming untouched, spitting/spit play ➻ a/n: nobody talk about how long the warnings are okay? no one say anything. just let me have a moment okay? it’s fine i’m fine everything is fine we’re great just let it happen okay? count the smut tags for a fun time :D

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“What do you think you’re doing, princess?”

The voice is cool and smooth, coating the skin around your ear like a sheet of silk, and you try to lean back against the man. He moves out of your way before you get to touch him though, and a small whine slips through your lips. Minho releases a soft chuckle upon hearing the sound. Strong fingers reach up to wrap around the hair close to your scalp, and he yanks your head back with a sharp tug.

“I asked you a question, lovely.” His tone sends shivers down your spine. Bolts of arousal hit your core, and that, coupled with the sensation of Minho tugging at your hair, nearly makes you moan out to the empty air before you.

“N-Nothing,” you respond after a second. Minho isn’t pleased with your answer though, and a quiet growl hits your ears. Minho pushes your head forward, releasing your hair, and you actually do moan this time.

“Nothing, kitten? It didn’t look like nothing.” Minho moves around you, coming into view as he crossed in front of you at last. You lick at your lower lip as he steps into your line of sight. His plain black shirt somehow manages to be both tight and loose at the same time, fabric clinging to his arms and chest like a vice while it hangs more loosely around his hips and waist. You always tell him that he looks best in all black like this, the tight black pants leaving little to the imagination as you drag your gaze over his clothed bulge. Hyunjin is nowhere to be seen, but you know that won’t last long. As soon as he realizes that you and Minho have disappeared from the party downstairs, he’ll be joining you, and that’s when the real fun will start. For now though, you want to test your luck with Minho and see how much he can take before snapping.

The ‘nothing’ in question would be none other than Han Jisung, the host of this very party and the man you were grinding against less than ten minutes ago. You were having quite a bit of fun too, seeing Minho get more and more riled up by your teasing actions until he broke enough to guide you upstairs to an empty bedroom with a forceful hand resting against your back.

Minho leans closer to you all of a sudden, head tilted to the side as he watches your expression with a cold gaze. You lift your chin by instinct, and your lips part a bit in expectation. Minho doesn’t give you what you want though. He laughs a little and lets the fingers you want so desperately trail over his own lips as he thinks. It’s punishment enough as it is, dangling the thing you want so badly in front of your face, but it still isn’t enough for Minho.

“What am I going to do with you, slut? You’d fuck anyone that looked at you. We can’t have that now, can we?” Minho arches a brow in your direction. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, lifting one side ever so slightly. The arrogance behind the action makes wetness pool between your legs.

“I don’t see the issue with it, sir.” Your words are borderline dangerous; their teasing lilt crawling under Minho’s skin, and you know you’ve bothered him because of the way his jaw shifts. His eyes flash as he looks at you.

“I’ll show you the issue with it, you whore. So desperate for cock that you’d take it from anyone, is that it? You get off on being a dirty little slut?” Minho moves towards you, head tilting from side to side as he hisses the words. You squeeze your thighs together in attempts to quell the ache between your legs. Minho notices within an instant, and he snakes a hand between your thighs, twisting it to push your legs apart again. “Don’t even think about getting yourself off, slut. Only good girls get what they want.”

“I’ve… I’ve been a good girl, sir,” you counter, blinking up at Minho through fluttering lashes. Your muscles twitch under Minho’s faint touch, and even though he isn’t even touching your core, you could cum from the contact.

“Grinding against another man while your boyfriends are only a few feet away is you being good? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Minho slips his hand out from between your thighs and lifts it to your chin. You try to catch his fingers between your lips, but he closes his hand around your throat before you can. Small gasps leave you as he squeezes ever so slightly. With slow and calculated steps, Minho pushes you backward until your back hits the wall. It’s surprisingly cool against your exposed skin; the tanktop covering your torso doesn’t do much to protect you from the chill. “Words, kitten.”

“N-No, sir. I’ve been – I’ve been obedient. Listened to you. Been good for you,” you stammer through the pressure against your neck.

“And yet you were just ready to fuck another man. A fucking slut, if you ask me.”

You want to squeeze your thighs together as another wave of arousal hits you. Minho doesn’t let you do that; instead, he slips his muscular thigh between your legs and presses it flush against your clothed core. Weak whimpers fall from your lips at the sudden pressure. Minho’s hand slips away from your throat and moves off to the side. His attention drifts for only a second, but you take that second to roll your hips forward, core rubbing against the hard muscles of Minho’s thigh. A low growl reverberates through his chest as he jerks his chin back to look at you.

“Hands. Now.” You don’t have time to think before Minho pushes your arms down and holds them behind your back. You didn’t see him pick up a tie at any point, but seeing as you are in some random person’s bedroom, there could be anything here that Minho can use against you. It doesn’t take long for him to wrap the tie around your wrists, binding them together with haste. He doesn’t tie it too tight, just enough for you to not be able to slip out of them or use your hands effectively, and your lips fold into a delicate pout when you realize it. He knows how much you love to touch him. You always have to have your hands on him, touching him and trailing over his body, and he’s just taken that privilege away from you. If you weren’t certain that you’re in trouble before, you most definitely are now.

“S-Sir,” you plea, pout deepening as you writhe against the bonds. Minho leans back with a satisfied grin. His thigh remains between yours, and as his smirk stretches wider, he flexes the muscle against your core.

“Go ahead, slut. Try to get off on my thigh now.”

“Th-This isn’t – ah, M-Minho, this isn’t – isn’t f-fair.” His constant movements against your folds elicit soft gasps from you, and you squirm as he presses harder against your throbbing core. The man above you laughs through his nose and leans closer to your face. His hot breath fans over your lips as he speaks again, this time in a much softer and colder tone.

“You know what else isn’t fair? Grinding against my best friend while I’m several feet away. So if I tell you to ride my fucking thigh, you better do so, slut.” Minho pulls away before you can press your lips against his, and your disappointment comes out in a high-pitched whine.

You brace yourself on the wall as best you can, placing your hands flat against the cold surface. At that moment, you realize that you aren’t against a wall at all, and you shift your head to look. The reflection looking back at you confirms those suspicions. Minho refuses to let your attention stay on the mirror for long. He rolls his hips forward, thigh rubbing harshly against your clothed clit, and you bring your head forward again to look at the man. The angle is awkward with your arms twisted behind your back. Minho has you pinned to the mirror, hands splayed on either side of your head, and your tongue almost throbs at the thought of having his fingers between your lips. That mental image spurs you to rock your hips up against Minho’s thigh. He all but purrs as you begin to obey his commands, a pleased smirk stretching his lips.

You can’t get enough friction like this; his thigh seems so far away despite it being pressed flush against your folds, and no matter how hard you try to chase an orgasm, you can’t manage to do so. Minho watches you struggle with amusement in his eyes. Something tells you that this isn’t the full extent of the punishment he has in mind for you, and you honestly hope it isn’t because there’s at least one more thing you want him to do before he fucks you senseless.

He catches you off-guard after a few minutes of struggling to ride his thigh. Fingers press your lips open, and you moan before he even slips them into your mouth, tongue slipping out to coat his digits in saliva. His hands are a bit damp with sweat, and he tastes salty, but you relish the taste as he pushes his fingers all the way into your mouth. His thumb anchors on your chin, and he gives one shallow thrust into your mouth. You aren’t expecting it when an orgasm crashes over you, and neither is Minho. Your thighs squeeze around his leg, body trembling as you cum, and Minho pulls his fingers out of your mouth. He huffs in annoyance, removing his thigh from between your legs. You nearly slump to the ground thanks to your legs feeling like jelly, but Minho holds you up, hands coming to rest on your biceps.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to cum, princess.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I d-didn’t mean to, I promise, I really didn’t mean to. I just – your fingers–” You cut off with a startled yelp as Minho spins you around and presses you facefirst against the mirror. His hands snake around the front of your hips to tug your zipper down, then he yanks your pants to the floor in one motion. A shaky moan escapes you when you realize what’s coming next. You couldn’t be more grateful for an early orgasm as Minho’s rough hands roll over your ass.

The snap of skin against skin resounds. Your ass burns from the impact, the flat of Minho’s hand leaving a stinging sensation across your skin. Another slap comes a second later, and you buck your hips forward, biting down so hard on your lip that you could draw blood. A moan threatens to tumble forth, but if Minho notices how much you’re enjoying the punishment, he’ll stop, so you bite the moans back and take spank after spank until your chest is heaving. Each slap causes your head to spin, thighs pressing together in attempts to spur another orgasm. Minho times each one just far enough apart to make the orgasm dangle just out of reach. A whine must slip out without you noticing because Minho halts his movements to press against you, lips hot on your ear.

“What was that, kitten?”

“No-Nothing, sir.”

Minho exhales against your skin, and you shiver at the touch of his breath. His eyes aren’t on you – at least not directly, because he looks just past you to blink at your reflection in the mirror. Something about the intensity of his stare causes embarrassment to coil in your gut.

“God, look at you. Such a slut for me. You’re practically drooling from getting spanked.” Air hisses through his teeth as he inhales sharply. Fingers trail down your back and cling to the tie around your wrists. Minho yanks you back, a few moans slipping out of you as he does. “Look at yourself while I spank, princess. See how pathetic and needy you are. Desperate little slut.”

You do as asked. Shame burns your neck and cheeks as you watch your own expression. Minho’s hand comes down against the curve of your ass again. Your face contorts, lips parting in a silent moan and brows tightening as you ride out the impact. The sight is so raw and filthy, and you’ll never tell Minho but arousal twists through you. When he brings his hand down to your ass again, you squeeze your thighs together with just enough pressure, and a second orgasm hits. You slump against the mirror as your knees give out. Minho holds you up by your wrists, having no mercy and continuing to spank you until your orgasm passes.

“How can you be such a fucking slut, kitten? Cum untouched because I’m spanking you?” Minho pulls you back against his chest. His lips drag over your jaw, pressing soft kisses against your skin and traveling lower with his next words. “Someone is a glutton for punishment.”

Rather than responding, you twist in Minho’s hold and manage to turn to face him. His lips continue to trail a path of wet kisses down your neck. The sudden gentleness makes you overwhelmingly sensitive, especially as he presses you against the cold mirror. He snakes his hands down to slide between your ass and the chill of the mirror when he hears your startled hiss. His hands massage soft circles into the skin he just spanked. Finally, he kisses you on the lips, and he slips his tongue into your wet cavern after only a second. You revel in the swiftness of his actions, taking his tongue between your teeth and sucking lightly at the muscle. A soft moan leaves you. Minho trails his hands up to pull at the knots of the tie around your wrists. You can wiggle loose this time, and the second you’re free, you throw your arms around Minho’s neck and tangle your fingers in his hair.

“F-Fuck, that’s hot.” The sudden intrusion of a new and somewhat foreign voice causes you to pull off Minho, and you both jerk to see whoever just stepped in. Hyunjin is the first to come into view, although you know it wasn’t his voice that just spoke. He has his hand closed around someone’s collar, and you can’t figure out who it is through the hazy darkness until Hyunjin says his name.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, Sungie.”

Jisung.

Your jaw nearly drops to the floor. Minho releases a throaty chuckle as he glances over your shock. Hyunjin ignores the two of you in favor of pulling Jisung further into the room and locking the door behind him.

“Did you think your punishment was over, princess?” Minho says, his tone sickly sweet against your skin, and a bead of sweat drips from his chin to your shoulder. “He is going to watch every second of this. Watch us fuck you raw and senseless. Claim you as ours. So that you both know who you belong to.”

“I-I–” you swallow around nothing. The situation should be embarrassing and shameful on so many levels, but as you watch Hyunjin situate a chair directly across from the king-sized bed, your core tightens with arousal and heat pools in your gut. You want Jisung to watch them use you and fuck you without mercy. To see you in shambles because of the way they fuck you. You want him to see it all and know that he’s one of the reasons behind it.

Minho’s hands are at your waist and moving lower and lower by the second. You can’t take your eyes off Jisung, too lost in your imagination to focus on anything else. Minho pulls your underwear down first and lets it pool around your ankles, then he stands back up straight to tug your tank top off. Your bra follows soon after, and Minho tosses it at Jisung’s face with a cruel smile.

“That’s all you’re gonna get to touch tonight, Sungie.” You help him pull the clothes clinging to his body off, shirt damp with sweat. It’s harder to get his pants off with his straining cock, but he stops you before you can start pulling them down. “Foot of the bed. Right in front of Jisung.”

You move quickly to follow the command, going to stand in front of the chair Jisung is now perched in. Hyunjin stands beside him with arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes rake over your naked body as you walk by him, equal parts lust and hunger in them, and the burn of his gaze makes goosebumps rise across your skin. Minho follows you to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. All he does is spread his legs ever so slightly, smirking down at you rather than speaking. Having been with him for so long, you know exactly what he wants.

You fall to your knees in front of his crotch, hands sliding over his still-clothed thighs. You work the button open and tug at the zipper. Your fingers brush over the prominent bulge underneath, and Minho hisses at the contact, hands clenching around the comforter under him. He lifts his hips a bit when you start tugging the pants down. You feel the mattress dip slightly, but it’s not because of Minho; rather, it’s Hyunjin climbing up behind the man, shirt gone and forgotten as he drapes his long arms over Minho’s shoulders and presses soft kisses to the shell of his ear. You hurry to get rid of the rest of Minho’s clothes, eager to put his dick in your mouth. It’s been too long since you had something in your mouth, you miss the heat of Minho’s fingers and tongue, and you only grow more wanton as you watch Hyunjin curl the ball of his tongue piercing over Minho’s ear.

Minho hisses as you yank the band of his underwear over his erection, and his large cock bounces up against his abdomen. The tip already glistens with beads of precum. You don’t waste any more time in wrapping your fingers around the base of his member. When you pull him between your lips, he brings a hand to the back of your head, combing through your locks with a lust-filled gaze on your mouth. You coat the tip of his cock with small licks at first and dribble strings of spit over him so you can pump the remainder of his member with more ease. You certainly can’t fit the entirety of his cock in your mouth, but Minho loves seeing how small you look with his dick stretching your lips wide open as you bop up and down on him.

You work your way up to that though, taking your time in lavishing his length with gentle kisses and licking long stripes up the underside of his cock. You trace each bulging vein with care before swirling your tongue over the weeping slit of his cock. You take as much as you can in one go, managing to get halfway down before he presses against your throat. A small gag slips through and you pull off in haste to take a quick inhale of air before going down on him again.

Minho throws his head back against Hyunjin’s shoulder, hand limp in your hair as you bob up and down on his member. He hits the back of your throat with each thrust. You’re getting more used to the sensation with each passing second and try to take him deeper and deeper until your nose presses against his shaved crotch. You hesitate there for a few seconds, letting your throat squeeze around him, and Minho lets out a choked moan. You blink up at him as you pull up, sure to make a show out of the way his cock pulls at your lips. His breaths are labored and quick already. Hyunjin’s hands work at his nipples, teasing them as he sucks dark marks against Minho’s collarbone. Minho almost looks helpless like this, and that encourages you to continue your ministrations on his member. He always looks so pretty when gasping for breath with stuttering hips. You are determined to get him there in seconds.

When you next drop your lips over his cock, you hollow your cheeks along his length, bobbing up and down on him with haste. Hyunjin’s touches must increase in frequency as well because Minho’s small gasps turn into low moans that resound alongside the lewd noises of your mouth bouncing on his cock. He bucks his hips up into your mouth, forcing his cock further down your throat, and you move with him. His legs are beginning to twitch and jerk, and you know that he’s close to cumming, so you pull off and press your tongue to the tip of his member as you continue to jerk him off with one of your hands. He cums with a prolonged moan. Hot cum spurts over your tongue and chin, and you giggle a bit breathlessly as you watch him twitch under Hyunjin’s incessant touches. Minho recovers from the orgasm quickly though, and he reaches down to cup your chin, collecting the excess cum from your skin onto his fingers. A small whimper falls from your lips as he teases your mouth with the same fingers. He only fucks his fingers into your wet heat once you show him that you haven’t swallowed the cum in your mouth yet.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, thrusting his cum-covered fingers into your mouth with fervor. You suck at his digits, eager to both take his cum and have his fingers in your mouth. He keeps his fingers there as he stands up on sturdy legs, and Hyunjin is forced to pull off him as he moves. Minho shifts you so that you can see Jisung out the corner of your eye, and honestly, you had forgotten that he was there because he’s been so quiet. Minho pries your mouth open a little wider, keeping his fingers where they are, then leans down to add a dribbling of spit to the mess of cum and saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.”

As his fingers slip out, you close your lips and swallow the mixture, wincing a little as it burns a path down your throat. You drop your jaw once it’s down to show Minho that you did as asked. Jisung squirms in the chair next to you. You can see the bulge of his erection in his pants but he doesn’t do anything about it as Minho pulls you to your feet and lifts you onto the bed. Hyunjin is there to greet you, antsy hands rushing to run all over your body. Your lips meet in a clash of spit and teeth. Hyunjin slips his tongue between your lips, and you rush to latch onto the muscle. The metal bead brushes against your teeth, warm from the heat of his mouth, and you suck on his wet muscle. The action draws a moan from him, one that vibrates against your mouth. Minho is a talented kisser, yes, but kissing Hyunjin never gets old, especially when he gets more vocal and puts that piercing to use.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to kiss him for long because Minho tugs you back a bit. Hyunjin releases a huff of air as you detach, then climbs off the bed to shed the rest of his clothes with haste. You brace yourself for the touch of Minho’s fingers against your folds, but instead, something much more wet hits you. You nearly squeal as Minho latches onto your hips and tugs you back. All of a sudden, you are perched over his pretty face, and his glinting eyes look up at you unblinking and intense. The lower half of his face is shrouded by your crotch and thighs. When another wet sensation drags over your folds, you release a weak whimper. You’re already sensitive from two orgasms, but you know Minho won’t let you off his face until you’ve had at least two more.

Hyunjin pulls your attention back to him with his long fingers. They trail over your chin and pull you lower and lower until you’re face to face with Hyunjin’s now-exposed cock. He’s a bit longer than Minho, who is already impressive in length as it is, but a tad on the slimmer side. You tease the corners of your mouth as you look over his member, eager to wrap your lips around him.

“Fuck, can’t wait to fuck your pretty little mouth, kitten,” Hyunjin groans. He teases your lips with the tip of his cock, smearing dribbles of precum over your skin. “See my big cock bulge in your tiny throat like always, yeah?”

You can only manage a hasty nod; the sensation of Minho’s tongue between your folds clouds all coherent thought.

“Safeword, princess?” Hyunjin asks. He brings a hand down to cup your chin and forces you to look him in the eye.

“Three taps on the thigh if I can’t breathe, six if I need you to stop.”

“Good girl,” he coos with a gentle smile. Hyunjin pushes into your wet heat with one quick thrust. He easily hits the back of your throat without bottoming out, and he stops there for the time being. A hand wraps around your hair, and Hyunjin steadies his grip before giving a shallow thrust into your mouth. You moan around his member, letting your jaw go slack as he starts to fuck into you slowly. Minho’s tongue continues to work magic between your legs. He snakes the muscle down lower to tease your hole a few times then fucks his tongue into you without warning. Again you moan around Hyunjin’s cock, but this time, the action urges Hyunjin to bury himself further in your throat. The strain is intense and painful for a few seconds. You worry that it won’t pass, ready to bring up a hand to Hyunjin’s thigh, but he shifts the angle, and all of a sudden, he’s sliding against your tight throat without any pain on your end.

A sharp stinging sensation blossoms over your core, and your gut nearly convulsed from the sudden blinding pleasure. You don’t realize what Minho is up to until he repeats the motions, slapping the flat of his hand against your clit as his tongue fucks in and out of you. Your moans are lewd and frequent, the only thing holding them back is Hyunjin’s cock rubbing against your throat. The next slap to your clit sends you over the edge a third time, and your thighs tremble around Minho’s head as he refuses to let up, fingers spanking against your overstimulated and sensitive clit until he’s satisfied. Hyunjin pulls out of your mouth with haste as he sees you cumming, letting you take several gasps of air to recover from the intense pleasure. When he pushes back into your mouth, you can barely hold yourself up, muscles weak and shaky already.

Two fingers push into your cunt alongside Minho’s tongue. He makes quick work of scissoring you open like that, dragging his wet muscle between those fingers every time he stretches you open. That doesn’t last as long as you want it to, and Minho’s fingers leave your heat to travel elsewhere. If you could gasp, you would, but Hyunjin is still keeping your mouth preoccupied. Minho traces over your puckered hole with his index finger, humming against your core as he pushes into the tight ring. He moves with gentle and slow motions and hesitates each time your hole tightens around his digit. You know he’s prepping you in advance for Hyunjin – Minho has never been one to particularly enjoy anal – and you’re grateful that he’s going ahead with it while eating you out because you can distract yourself from the lack of lube.

He manages to slip a second finger in with relative ease, fingers slick with spit and your juices. Hyunjin’s thrusts slow in pace, and he pauses to let you catch your breath again as Minho fucks his fingers into your ass. You whine at the empty sensation in your mouth and reach for Hyunjin’s glistening member, but he pushes your hand down before you can catch hold of him.

“Let Min work you open a bit, baby girl. I gotta make sure you breathe properly during this, okay?” Hyunjin thumbs over your chin again, caving as you catch one of his long fingers between your lips. You suck at it with fervor, and a pleased hum leaves you when he adds two more fingers to your mouth. He pumps his cock with his free hand, keeping close to your face while you suck on his fingers. “You’re doing so well, princess. Fuck, look how well you’re taking Min’s fingers.”

The quiet praises send shocks of pleasure through you. You’re certain that you could cum again like this, especially if Hyunjin praises you any more, but he doesn’t, and Minho pulls his mouth off you unexpectedly. You whine around Hyunjin’s fingers at the sudden loss of contact. Minho pays you no mind as he slips out from under your body and kneels behind you, pulling you up by the hips. Hyunjin tugs his fingers out of your mouth as Minho teases your folds with the head fo his cock. He’s warm when he pushes into you. The stretch of his large member is painless; he prepped you well for it, and when he starts thrusting in and out of you, you release a chorus of moans. Hyunjin returns to your mouth, dragging a finger over your swollen lips before muffling your moans with his cock.

He’s already close when he starts fucking back into your mouth, so he doesn’t last long. He pulls out after a handful of thrusts and jerks himself to completion, hot strands of cum coating your open mouth and face. A few bits of cum dribble to the bed, but Hyunjin is quick to scoop them up and smear them over your neck. He purrs as he looks down at you, admiring you like you’re a work of art he just created, then he gathers the white strands and pushes them into your mouth. He doesn’t stop until he’s gotten every last drop, and you just wait for him to finish his work. Hyunjin bends down to capture your lips in a hot kiss before you swallow his load. His tongue swirls over yours, pushing the cum around so it coats every last bit of your mouth. Long fingers close around your throat as he kisses you, and you moan at the slight squeeze he gives to your skin.

You don’t even realize it, but the overwhelming pleasure from Minho’s thrusts and Hyunjin’s worship in your mouth causes something in you to snap. Hyunjin is the first to notice the tears streaming down your cheeks, bringing his hand off your throat to wipe them away with a furrowed brow.

“Kitten, are you in pain?”

You shake your head almost instantly so that Minho doesn’t slow his thrusts.

“F-Feels so – so good, s-sir. Feels so good. I-I – fuck, I c-can’t–” You cut off with a loud whine, and Hyunjin shushes you with a soft kiss. He continues to pepper your skin with similar kisses while you babble, pleasure clouding your thoughts. “So big, s-sir is so big. Feels so – so good, Jinnie.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Hyunjin exchanges a glance with the man behind you. Minho’s thrusts halt out of the blue, and the warmth in your cunt disappears as he pulls out. Before you have time to complain, Minho is pulling you over his body as he falls back into a reclining position. You let him position you, too weak from the pleasure and lust to do more than move your legs over his hips. He doesn’t fuck back into you yet though, and Hyunjin disappears to move behind you. You inhale sharply as the taller man suddenly prods at your ass, hands splayed over your skin and pushing your cheeks apart. He enters you slowly, hissing as your tight hole swallows him up. Minho whispers soft praises into your ear as you take Hyunjin deeper and deeper until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“You’re doing so well, kitten. Such a good little girl for us, no?” Minho murmurs against your skin, and you instinctively nod along to his words. Hyunjin doesn’t move, remaining still in your ass for what feels like hours. The burning sting subsides and leaves you desperate for movement, but Hyunjin still doesn’t start thrusting. Minho guides his cock back to your folds, pressing just the tip in, and he watches you expression with intense scrutiny. You can’t focus on his gaze as he continues to push into you.

No matter how many times the three of you do this, you always feel like you’re being split in two when they both penetrate you. The pain is unimaginable, but you grin and bear it because the pleasure it gives you after is the best pleasure you’ve ever had. Minho finally bottoms out, and a small hiss whistles through his gritted teeth when your walls squeeze tight around his cock.

“P-Please move,” you whisper, cracking an eye open to gauge Minho’s expression. As soon as he hears your permission, the glint in his eyes settles back into lust, and his hips buck against yours. Hyunjin moves in time with Minho. His cock slides in and out of you, and each thrust leaves you with a pleasant burn that has you moaning between the two men. Minho’s hands linger on your hips as he fucks you, guiding you against his dick.

It’s a miracle that you keep it together as long as you do, but the barrage of pleasure is too much to handle. A final orgasm hits you with more force than the last ones. It fills your entire body with warmth, gaze going fuzzy as Minho and Hyunjin fuck you through it. Hyunjin is next to cum, and he buries himself deep in your ass before cumming into you with a groan. Minho continues to chase his orgasm, thrusting up into you wildly as Hyunjin huffs above you. You squeeze your velvet walls around his cock in efforts to bring him over the edge quicker. It works like a charm; moments later, Minho’s hips still, and he cums in you. He releases a shaky exhale, hands maintaining a tight grip on your hips as you slump against his chest.

The exhaustion settles in quickly. Even when Hyunjin pulls out of you, you feel warm, and Minho doesn’t move either, cock and cum still deep in you. You drop your head to his chest and glance over to where Jisung still sits. His jaw is dropped a bit, shock evident on his features, but one quick glance down at his pants shows you that he enjoyed himself a bit too much and came all over his stomach.

“We’ll be using your shower then, Sungie,” Hyunjin announces, rolling off the bed with a content sigh. Minho laughs through his nose, and the air causes small goosebumps to rise over your skin. He sits up with you still on his softening cock. You latch onto him, arms draping over his shoulders before he can even think about pulling out of you, and he pulls the two of you off the bed to follow Hyunjin into the bathroom. Over Minho’s shoulder, you can see Jisung’s still-shocked expression of disbelief. He recovers just before Minho closes the bathroom door behind the two of you and calls out to you with a shaky but clear tone.

“W-We’re gonna do this again sometime, right?”

...

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[itracing]

Glickenhaus 007 LMH (Le Mans Hypercar)

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[peachyunjinnie]

❝look at me❞ lmh ― s.

― summary:

you are the pastors daughter and noticed that the school’s fuckboy minho has been on your mind more than he should. he approaches you on the holy sunday at church, and things get...interesting.

fuckboy!minho/schoolgirl!reader | smut | 1.3k ↬ content warnings: sir kink, punishment, spanking, a lot of teasing, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking, corruption kink, exhibitionism and praise kink.

a/n: minho has been giving me the whole thirst and now i am here in my room at 4 am writing this, enjoyyy !!

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“Y/N, could you wait? Why are you avoiding me?” Minho asked looking down at my burning red flushed cheeks. It is already 9 AM at the church of my father and never in my life would I expected Minho here on a Sunday morning. He took my hand and started walking into an empty room, which was the room for young toddlers to spent their time in while their parents are praying.

I heard a lot of things from this Lee Minho, but because he and I go to the same high school and the same biology and history class. I couldn’t keep my eyes from him and I clearly saw his image. Fuckboy and with the quickest realization I thought .”A Fuckboy will never ever start having something with a straight-A, catholic and shy student that’s 2 years younger as well. “

However, we had many projects together and he is pretty nice and charming. I am so what friends with him and needed to end things where it could get dangerous for my innocence.

He locked the door and straightly stared into my eyes who still were stuck to the floor unable to even try to lift my head up to face him. My hands playing with my hair, not knowing what to do.

The smell of his cologne is almost intoxicating me into a whole mess. I felt a little dizzy and here we are again. He is the hungry and scary rattlesnake and I am this helpless and intimidated little mouse.

“Look at me.” He said in the most dominant voice, that made my knees go weak and my hands shaky.

My eyes not being able to do what I wanted them to do, he lifted my chin up and forced me to look at his brown, intense and hungry eyes. I looked into them and knew that I could not deny it by however many logical thoughts I had. I might’ve fallen for the school’s biggest playboy.

„So tell me why are you avoiding me, huh?“ he asked demanding. His powerful stare made me breathe out a little louder than I should’ve because he sure deserves the title ‚playboy‘. He can read a woman’s body language very easily. He saw my things being pressed together and my little gasp before or the way my eyes widen whenever he’s talking about the unholy and kinky things he does to his sexual partners. He could easily tell that you were into him and needed some dick in your life.

„Aww now I get it, my little miss innocent is horny....“ he said with a mischievous smile on his peachy lips. „wh-what are you talking about? i-„ I stuttered while his face came closer to mine.

„and when you knew, you had a thing for me you started to avoid me to stop your feelings to get out of control... am I right or am I right?“ he continued while I stumbled backwards while I felt a hard stop. A goddamn wall, are you kidding me?

„And now my darling is horny for her Sir, isn’t she?” he teased with a grin painting his face.

“Whatareyoueventalkingabout, sir” I stuttered.

“So why are you lying to my face? why can’t you just tell me? “ he asked with a voice smoother than honey and his fingers caressing my cheek. the veiny and long bony fingers making their way to my lips and pushing them in between.

“suck. now” my eyes went up to his finger and back to his eyes. I sucked on it leaving a satisfied smirk. My heart beating out of my chest. He pushed it deeper to the point where I gagged a little and with tear-filled eyes, I felt his other hand going under my dress and his slender and skilled fingers stroked my private part.

 A shaky moan coming out of my spit dripping mouth. His finger in my mouth, getting out and covering my throat. A feeling in my lower tummy and a long high-pitched whimper getting louder, matching the rhythm of his hand that is still stroking my lower part. He noticed it and stopped it when it was about to burst.

“Why did you stop?” breathy moans coming with the sentence.

“You don’t get to cum, now. So are you going to admit that you lied to me before?” his eyes hypnotizing me. 

“Y-yes, I did...” 

“I guess for lying you get a spanking, Love.”

He let go of my throat took me to the sofa on the other side of the room. He sat down and took me over his knee. Pushing my dress up, my panties out of the way. My breathing becoming hesitant. 

“You’ve ever been spanked before?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Y-yes as a child.” I whined.

“Well, then you know how the counting works, right?” 

“Yes.” he caressed my cheek before he hit it hard with his bare palm.

“One.” I squealed out. My body shaking with pleasure and excitement,

“What a good girl.” He kissed my cheek and blew on my tingling spots.

Another hard-hit on my right cheek. Tears slightly forming in my eyes.

“Two...” I whispered with a whine in it,

“Louder, kitten. Let your father pastor know what a naughty girl his daughter is.” His voice echoing in the room and his dominance giving you chills.

“Two.” I said louder and audible for him to hear.

“Good girl,” A pet on my bare upper thighs.

This whole thing continued and the spanks stopped with the 20th. With teary eyes and red buttcheeks he told me what a good girl I was with many praises.

He kept me there with my heated buttcheeks he started touching my folds and pushing a finger in, stretching me out so much. He hissed and groaned. 

“You’ve never been fingered before?” he stroked my hair and tugged it slightly. 

Leaving my mouth parted and moans escaping my lips. Not able to respond properly, he curled his finger up and adding another finger and pulling my hair hard.

“Kitten, when I ask you a question. You should respond.” he came closer to my ear and whispered lowly. Leaving goosebumps all over my trembling body.

“N-No I’ve never done anything, Minho.” I let out struggling with keeping my voice steady.

“Sir.”  he corrected me.

“S-sir.” I whispered.

He continued his actions, pumping his 2 fingers into my wet core, Keep hitting the sweetest spots possible, a knot forming inside my lower tummy. My moans getting louder and faster, he stopped and took his fingers out of me.

I whined loudly and pushed my hips upwards to him.

“You wanna cum? huh?” he asked teasingly.

“Yes, Please please please let me cum. Ruin me please, Sir.” I snapped and moaned high pitched.

“Well, don’t tell me you didn’t want this.” He said with a smirk on his lips.

“Please, just start please, sir.” I groaned pushing my hips even higher upwards searching for friction.

He pumped his fingers and using his thumb, stimulating my clit. Circling and pushing down on it. A long string of curses coming out of my mouth, my blood rushing through the middle part of my body and the simillar feeling making it’s way to my tummy. The feeling overwhelming me completly. Shaking and my eyes rolling back. 

“You like that? huh? Who is making you feel that?” he chuckled

“You, Sir. Only you.” I continued to shake hardly.

He continued to curl his fingers and circling his thumb, keeping me shaking. He didn’t stop and giving me an uncomfortable feeling. I started moaning violently and loudly, as he was giving me praises and curses. 

“You are doing so well.”

“You can cum again for me.”

“Fuck, if your father could see his good girl getting what she needs.”

After the 3rd time of cumming the tears rolling down my cheeks. My mouth was not able to be closed and spit slowly dripping down from them. Eyes rolled back and my hair in his fist, clutching.

And then realization hit you:

You will have to pray for the sins that are about to happen...

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[kdrama-same-same]

Lee Min-Ho: Tawny Fall Goodness

Lee Min-Ho sweater goodness AND smol goat goodness in this kdrama same-same collage. Finding this visual equivalent made me so happy;. Who knew baby goats paired so well with our Hallyu star? More LMH sweater art on the way, btw, and lots of other rando kdrama collages too.

WTF is a kdrama same-same? Creating kdrama collages is my current obsession, since I see visual equivalents everywhere I look. Making them gives me an excuse to do image searches (I <3 them), plus it calms my 2020 fury-filled brain, especially when paired with a light and fluffy kdrama. So enjoy my dorkwad art, nerds!

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[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | 11.5 [cloudy days] - minho

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—11.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] minho's thoughts

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—ON ROTATION: for tonight - giveon

Minho isn't really sure how much time has passed anymore. What he does know is that his head is still a little cloudy, room still spinning a little too much for his liking. After seeing you with San, Minho tried his best to enjoy the rest of his night but his mind was battling between so many thoughts— he's not even sure he could remember what the night was like. He pulls the polaroid of you from his nightstand, smiling a little to himself when he sees your smile.

You looked so happy.

That's exactly how you looked tonight.

And Minho can't really blame anybody but himself. He put himself into this situation, he made all the wrong decisions and didn't do a damn thing to change himself for the better until recently.

Why did it have to take him so long? 

He wasn't sure, but hates it. He hates how it's taken him so long, he hates the decisions he's made, he hates how everyone looks at him like he doesn't know how to do better from here. But, he knows he deserves it. He'll take it, he knows he deserves it. He couldn't even tell you what exactly his thoughts were all these years, couldn't even really tell you why he did the things he did besides being a stupid boy who felt curious and didn't wanna lose out on the opportunity. He knew better, but he didn't do better. You gave him everything and he gave it up so stupidly, so selfishly, for someone he knew he could never love the same way he loved you. Yet, he continued; on and on, wrapping Kat around his finger even though there wasn't anything more than just.. that. Something, someone, to fill this weird void. The attention, the thrill, validation— there wasn't anything more than just.. that.

It was all so stupid.

He was so stupid.

He admits he was always wrong.

He should've done so many things differently.

He knows changes won't happen overnight, but at least he feels like he is taking steps forward, not backwards. He knows he has to continue proving himself, he knows he needs to do this for you, whatever this is, whatever this looks like.

He has to do this for you.

Minho was determined to show you better, to do better and love you better— even if that meant letting you be happy with San.

He wants nothing but for you to be happy, and it's obvious San makes you happy. He feels it in his gut, and he almost feels sick replaying the image in his head— but this is about you, it's always been about you.

Minho loves seeing you happy, Minho loves seeing you adjusting to the world and getting back into the things you love. Minho loves spending time with you. He can't wait to spend more time with you. 

He loves you. 

You are love to Minho. 

And he will let you go to be happy; as long as you truly feel the happiness in its purest form.

People might think he's selfish right now, or that he doesn't understand— he does. He keeps to himself most of the time, and he knows Jisung needs to be there for you first and foremost. He does understand even if he doesn't say it. If you want to be with San, Minho only hopes he genuinely makes you happy and treats you right. He hopes San can be the man he couldn't be for you— even though it hurts to say outloud. Because he can't help but feel the way he feels. He loves you.

This is about you, it's always been about you.

There is nobody else to blame but himself.

Minho tucks the polaroid back into the nightstand and throws his arm over his eyes, letting his tears fall freely. He lets everything out because he's been needing to, and it hits him how utterly stupid he has been.

He is sorry.

Because even if you look at him like you adore him and cherish him, you won't at some point. You shouldn't, and he knows he deserves that. You won't look at him the same way, and he knows he deserves that. He is sorry for messing this all up, and he is sorry for causing all of this for you, for your friends. He takes responsibility for it all.

He is so, so sorry.

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[cle1024]

fresh to death | lmh

member: lee minho 

genre: angst, fluff 

summary: most sane people wouldn’t help a bloody stranger get away with murder, but it’s clear that lee minho isn’t completely sane. 

warnings: murder, implied attempted rape, generally just morbid and depressing 

a/n: inspired by triple h’s 365 fresh music video, uses female pronouns for the reader 

Itaewon had a reputation for its nightlife—the bars, cheap restaurants stocked with soju and ramen, all the drunks who stumble blindly every night. It was a blessing to live in the shadier areas if you wanted to get drunk whenever you pleased or had a group of friends to ward off any potential muggers. You didn’t see it that way. For you, Itaewon was a ticking time bomb. It was counting down the days until you were robbed, kidnapped, attacked, harmed in any way while walking home during the night. You had very few friends in the area—mainly because most people who live in Itaewon don’t stay in Itaewon, it’s a temporary arrangement—so you had no reason to go out and get drunk instead of doing it from the comfort of your shitty apartment. When you really thought about it, they were merely acquaintances, still nice regardless. In all honesty, you only lived there because it was cheap. It was cheap and far away from your family, and a nice old lady had offered you a position at her hair salon to make some extra cash. She was a sweet old woman, never harmed or threatened even during the darkest hours of the night. It was such a pity to stare through the window of her hospital room, watching her family say their final goodbyes as life faded from her. That’s all you’d ever be: an outsider. You wouldn’t be inside the hospital room mourning someone, you wouldn’t even be taken to hospital in the hour of your death, there was no one to drag you there. You didn’t have anyone. All you had was a rundown apartment and the hair salon Ms Choi employed you at before she croaked—that was close to failing too. There were days where you woke up thinking, ‘yeah, think I’ll end it today,’ but you never acted on it. Were you depressed? Probably. Did it matter to you? No, because Itaewon thrived off of stigmatised self-pity and soul-crushing unhappiness. You were just one among many residents you felt less tragic with the influence of a liver destroying liquid. 

11:54pm, Friday night. For many, the night was to destress from overwhelming pressures at work and had only just begun. As you did with most things in Itaewon, you experienced the opposite. Work still went on, regardless of the day, and time seemed to shift far too slowly for your liking. You took middays off, all the—for lack of a better term—lower class clients would come in the morning so they could party at night, while the more affluent and snobby clients would come during the evening at a time where work didn’t clash with their schedule. Those people were usually only just passing by on a business trip, numbing night of drinking or commute to a torrid affair. Sometimes you had returning clients, mainly the ones participating in hushed affairs. The salon was relatively idle, so you’d given up on the whole booking in advance system and preferred walk-ins. The neon ‘OPEN’ sign still illuminated the door through all hours of the day, but as soon as night fell you opted to close the blinds. You didn’t like the feeling of giggly drunks watching you for no apparent reason; you could only assume what they whispered about you. The bell above the door chimed as a man pushed his way into the salon. You couldn’t tell if he was inebriated or just assertive—either way, you could tell he would be irritatingly bumptious. He was much older than you, perhaps close to fifty or older with a strong scent of cologne, a business suit minus the jacket, probably left in his car with whatever bag he was dragging around for work. 

“Just a trim,” the man spoke as you wrapped the black cloak around his neck. You nodded slightly, pulling the trolley to your side. You ran the black comb through his dark hair, pushing the strands against his forehead and observing the length the hair. Your body turned away from the male as you placed the comb down, opting for the shiny scissors instead. A hand grabbed at the exposed part of your thigh. The scissors rattled against the tray as they fell from your hand, your body turning towards the customer in shock. He smirked greasily at you, “what seems to be the problem, honey?” You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying your best to not gag. Your mind wandered back to all the times you’d woken up with awful thoughts, a wish of death on your mind. A pitiful laugh almost escaped your lips—you could definitively say that those wishes paled in comparison to how you felt now. All you wanted was for him to understand the plea in your eyes, the message of ‘do not fucking touch me’ written across your face. Life was a sadist, you concluded, deriving pleasure from the never-ending pain and suffering it inflicted upon you. His hand drifted again, pushing itself further up your thigh until you pushed it away and stumbled back. 

“Sir, you need to leave.” 

That was the most mature way to handle the situation, but it was evident that despite his age, social status, high paying job and perfect image, the man lacked any sense or quality of maturity. He acted like a child who couldn’t get the shiny new toy they were eyeing in the store; he became enraged. The chair fell backwards with the force he stood, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched. It was as if Satan had risen from the depths of Hell to take place in the man’s eyes—you could tell he wouldn’t stop until he got his way. As he approached you intimidatingly, you panickedly reached for the shavette you’d previously left untouched on the tray, holding them towards him in a threatening manner. The man eyed the scissors, raising a brow before laughing in your face, “you wouldn’t use those now, would you, love?” You gagged in your mouth. The way pet names rolled off this man's tongue in such a vile tone, it made you wonder how, and if, he’d ever gotten pussy. He grabbed for you again, causing you to slice at his arm in desperation. A hiss left his mouth as the metallic crimson poured from the open wound, the smirk on his face transformed into a dark and sour expression. He looked up at you grievously, “you bitch!” Large hands made a grab for you, perhaps your hands or neck, you didn’t wait long enough to find out. With your eyes squeezed shut and preparing for potential impact, you shoved the sharp shavette forwards in hopes of slicing him once more. You seemed to do a lot more than that. The man stilled, as did you with the shavette still inside him. When you felt a liquid spilling onto your hand, you dared open your eyes. A sharp gasp left your lips as you pulled the shavette away, leaving the man to stumble around for balance. His body turned slightly to search for the chair he previously sat on, only to realise it had toppled to the ground moments ago. Soon, his feet gave out and he fell with a thud. He didn’t move, the blood seeped out of him. You could feel it on your hands, your fingers, under your nails. The shavette clattered as it fell from your grip. You frantically pulled the brown chiffon long-line off your shoulders, aimlessly swirling it around in the hopes of mopping up some of the maroon substance. It was no use. Iron choked your lungs as the scent of his thick blood dominated the air, you had to get out of there. There was guilt pressing on your chest; you just fucking murdered someone, you couldn’t even stay to clean it up. What more could you do? There was a fifty-year-old, fully grown man lying dead in the middle of your store in a puddle of his own blood. There was no way you could drag him elsewhere, you didn’t know how to clean up such a mass amount of blood—and even if you did, you were close to certain that you didn’t have the right supplies. You pushed yourself off the ground, rushing to turn the neon ‘OPEN’ sign off from behind the counter before you stared down at the destruction you had caused. A man, dead in his blood, your long-line covered in the substance, and the murder weapon not too far from it. Panickedly, you grabbed the shavette and light pullover from the ground, casting one more look at the deceased man with sorrowful eyes and vomit in your throat. Turning away from the scene, you snatched up your keys and the camo green button up you’d been wearing earlier in the day. As soon as you locked the front door, you sped through the back room and straight out the ‘staff only’ door. There was an incinerator not too far down the alleyway, the one that separated your store from the next. You could dump your stained clothing there and leg it, perfect. In that moment, you were thankful for a lot of things. You were thankful for Ms Choi’s decision to have frosted glass on the front door instead of regular glass; you were thankful for her unwillingness to install security cameras; you were thankful you never installed them after she left; you were thankful for the positioning of the store right near the incinerator; you were thankful that whatever God—or Gods, you supposed—there was decided to help you get away with murder. 

Hands tugged the green button up over your white tank top, not bothering to do up the buttons in your frantic state. You wiped across your forehead quickly. As your hand came down to rest at your side, you halted your movements, eyeing the red stains on your hand. Soon they were shaking, held out in front of your abdomen with your palms up, tormenting you with your past actions. You murdered someone. It hit you harder than it did in the store—you took someone’s life, there is literal blood on your hands, you’re going to get caught, you’re going to get found out, you need to get the fuck out of here. You quickly brought your sleeve-covered arm up to your forehead, scrubbing at the area you had just touched in order to rid of any blood you may have left behind. Panic started to rise through you, more than before. Go go go, get out, get out, just fucking run. Without a second thought, you sped away from the scene, your orbs darting around frantically in search of something, anything. You were unsure as to whether you were looking for help or looking to hide. It didn’t matter. Your feet unknowingly carried you towards the road in a frantic walking pace. There are bright lights illuminating you only seconds after you step out onto the tar, a horn beeping loudly, tires screeching as someone slammed on their brakes. Your head turned in alarm, eyes widened in both shock and fear. You probably looked insane. A head of brown hair rose from its previous position of leaning against the steering wheel, and soon a young man around your age was stepping out of the car with sharp eyebrows and narrowed eyes. His features seemed to soften as you came into his line of vision, noticing your bloody and delirious state. The pink skin of his lips parted as he eyed you up and down, fixating on the stains of blood on your skin that was evidently not your own, “oh shit.” 

Minho’s head jerked forward at the sudden halt of the car. He cursed under his breath, what kind of moron runs out into the middle of the fucking road? The seatbelt fastened against his chest was soon unclipped and discarded as Minho exited the vehicle, prepared to give whatever drunk fool he almost killed a mouthful. Though when he turned his sharp eyes, it wasn’t the sight he anticipated. Instead of some giggling, tipsy idiot, his eyes focused on a young female stood in the middle of the car. There was a green button up exposing her right shoulder, unbuttoned to reveal the white tank top and denim shorts she wore beneath. Her eyes were wide, panicked and distressed as she stared back at him. That’s when he saw it all, the red. It splattered her tank top slightly and streaked her knees from where she likely kneeled in it without noticing. There was a faint mark on her forehead with an obvious scrubbing attempt to make it disappear. Even though there was so much blood, none of it appeared to be your own. He couldn’t spot a single wound on you that could’ve caused the bleeding—in fact, he couldn’t see a single wound on you whatsoever. Everything about it was a red flag, but there was something in her eyes that convinced him it wasn’t as it seemed—she wasn’t a cold-blooded killer, there was more to it. Minho’s eyes traveled down her body once more, his eyes becoming round at the severely stained state of her hands. The crimson red tinted the skin, her left hand holding what appeared to be the murder weapon: a bloody shavette. Minho’s lips parted as he spoke softly, “oh shit.” Meeting the girl’s eyes, he could see the panic start to arise the longer he stared. He held out his hands towards the girl, almost in a ‘stop’ motion, “hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you,” his tongue darted out to run over his lips nervously, “uh, I-I can help you out, I’ll help you figure this all out, okay?” 

You didn’t want to trust the handsome stranger, something inside of you yelled at you to keep running, yet you found yourself walking towards the car nonetheless. He smiled softly at you, “that’s it, everything’s okay,” there was something in his tone that was soothing and gentle. Looking at him a little closer, you couldn’t help but equate his features to that of a cat. Your hand opens the car door before you settle in the comfortable leather passenger seat. The male mirrors your actions, handing you a blue handkerchief he spotted in one of the cup holders, “it won’t get rid of it completely but it might help a little,” he offered. You took it gratefully, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ before rubbing it across your hands. A sigh left your lips as you noticed the red on your knees. It was still wet, you didn’t know how you missed it. The male glanced at you briefly before refocusing his eyes on the road, holding his foot down on the accelerator and continuing his journey, “I’m Minho.” 

“Y/N.” 

The car stopped in front of a grimy apartment block in a more abandoned, or quiet, area of Itaewon. You could still hear the obnoxious laughter and drunks, a sound Minho rolled his eyes at, but it was much less prominent than before. Minho took his apartment keys from his pocket as you followed him to the elevator in the apartment block, “no one in this apartment block goes out at this time, and if they do, they don’t make it home until four in the morning,” you nodded understandingly. Though, when you processed his words you realised you had no clue what he meant by ‘this time’. What was the time? Last you checked it was almost 12:00am, almost closing time. That was before you had blood on your hands and a dead body locked in your store. Your eyes squeezed shut at the thought of his corpse, bleeding so profusely and choking you with the scent. Minho noticed your state, gently squeezing your lower arm to grab your attention. He gestured his head towards the open elevator doors, “we’re here.” You followed him wearily from the metal cube and made your way down the dingy, poorly lit hallway, right into the direction of a door labelled ‘3E’. Minho jerked the key slightly before the door finally unlocked, releasing a sigh of annoyance as he pushed the door open for you. The apartment was small, cosy, and also poorly lit. You didn’t expect any more or less, you didn’t expect anything in all honesty. Minho wondered further into the apartment while you stood near the door awkwardly. You took in the decor; a small shelving unit with photos, books and a stereo, an old spongy sofa near a wooden coffee table and television. There was more to the apartment: a hallway Minho wondered down, an unopened door in the living room, a kitchen which held a fridge—the only reason you took notice of it was because someone had used blue spray paint to cover the surface with a large writing of ‘refrigerator’ in English. It was odd decoration, unique, but you assumed it fit Minho’s personality well. He seemed a bit like the bizarre type considering he let a bloody, unwounded girl into his car and back to his apartment. Now that you thought about it, why hadn’t he dumped your ass at the police station? It would’ve been much simpler for him rather than trying to clean up to catastrophic mess you made. 

Minho reappeared from the hallway, rubbing at his neck, with a white towel and change of clothes in hand, “you can take a shower if you’d like, clean up a little. The bathroom’s just through that door over there. I’ll be here when you’re done,” he smiled comfortingly at you. Your chapped lips managed to curve into a small smile before you made your way to the bathroom—that’s what the unopened door led to. The bathroom was relatively small, similar to the rest of the apartment. It had a small vanity and sink in front of a mirror, toilet in the bathroom corner with a dingy shower installed adjacent from it. Your hand pulled the lever handle of the shower, twisted it slightly in hopes of being hit with warm water. Water spurted from the faucet momentarily, a groan sounding from the plumbing of the apartment. A momentary panic rose in your chest, worried you had somehow broken the shower or fucked up the plumbing, but it was instantly dissipated when Minho’s soft voice called out, “it does that sometimes”. As you peeled your clothing off, allowing the water to run warm in the background, you finally took in how much blood stained your skin. The reflection of the mirror showed you the blood on your forehead, dots under your eye, stains on your hands and lower arms. Your knees were still stained red, dry now. With a shake of your head, you balled your clothes up on the floor near the sink before stepping into the steaming shower. The water pattered against your skin soothingly. You refused to look down at the water swirling down the drain, knowing you’d be met by the sight of watered down blood entering the plumbing system. It poured off your skin, reigniting the strong scent of iron in your nostrils—it made you want to vomit. You held it in though, blood was enough for one plumbing system to handle. 

The pair of you stared at each other as you sat adjacent to one another on the old couch, words going unspoken as you analysed one another. Minho’s eyebrows were sharp and defined, his brown eyes sparkling under the light as he blinked rapidly—a habit you identified in the short time you’d known him. The bridge of his nose was strong, leading down to a defined cupid’s bow and plump lips. When he smiled, never a full smile with teeth, the corners of his lips would turn up to form something resemblant of a cat. All this examination was just a way to distract your thoughts, the ones that had been wondering since you killed the man, left the store or ran into Minho. There was one you couldn’t shake away: why were you here? Why had he let you into his apartment instead of pushing you into the hands of law enforcement? 

“Why didn’t you turn me into the police?” Your voice sliced through the thick silence abruptly. 

He chuckled bitterly, devoid of humour or jester before shrugging his shoulders, “didn’t think it was a wise decision to show up at a police station with a stolen car,” you nodded slightly with a soft “oh” before Minho continued, “what’s your story though? Any particular reason you have a blood-stained shavette in your possession?” His voice was sarcastic, as if he didn’t take the concept of murder seriously—or perhaps he was just trying to make you feel better and lighten the atmosphere. You shifted in discomfort and started to pick at your cuticles, letting your eyes focus on the nail beds. You hadn’t a clue how Minho would react to your story—you didn’t want to watch his face contort into disbelief or dubiety as he claimed you were lying. 

“A man came into my salon for a walk-in—six minutes before I was due to lock up, which already pissed me off,” a sigh left your lips at the thought, “I was going to cut his hair when he... t-touched me, my thigh.” You couldn’t see it, but Minho’s sharp eyebrows furrowed at the thought of the incident, “I told him to leave but he just wouldn’t give up, so I grabbed the shavette and cut him when he tried to grab me again. He lost it at that point and lunged for me and I just—” your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of it all. The blood, the sharp shavette, the fire in his eyes. That was someone’s son, nephew, husband, father. Tears flowed freely down your flushed cheeks while you watched your hands shake, “I didn’t mean to do it, I didn’t mean to stab him,” Minho took your hand and gently brushed his thumb across the skin—he didn’t want to shock you or make you uncomfortable by hugging you. There was a pain in his chest at the sound of your sobs—it was genuine, raw emotion. You shouldn’t have been so upset about defending yourself against someone who tried to have their way with you, yet here you were. It was odd to Minho. Everyone he’d had the misfortune of interacting with in Itaewon - with a few exceptions - were phonies with emotions of pure plastic and hearts of toxicity. They all wanted to be somewhere, be something, be someone, and they’d flaunt the idea as if they’d already achieved it—or as if they were the only person with such a unique goal. You were one of the few people who seemed different. You hadn’t vigorously fought to hide tears or refused his help for the sake of pride, you acknowledged your weaknesses rather than hiding behind rose coloured glasses. Your breathing evened out, the occasional sharp intake sounding as you overcame the sobs. 

“What’d you do with the body?” 

“It’s still in the store,” you mumbled. 

Minho’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a breath of bewilderment passing his lips as he imagined the sight of the store. He detached his hand from yours and pushed himself from the sofa, “well, no use leaving it there to clean itself up.” His hand was outstretched towards you in a silent offer of help. 

As soon as you opened the staff door, you were hit with a wave of the putrid scent of blood, shampoo, and fading obnoxious cologne. You and Minho pinched your noses in sync, slightly gagging at the distinct scent. Minho had brought a small backpack with him—from what you had seen, it contained baking soda and gloves. The bag is placed near one of your sinks, approaching the man with a look of distaste present on his features. He crouches down beside the body and inspects the man’s face, “yeah, he looks like a greasy bastard.” His eyes narrowed as he examined the man’s wound, inflicted by yourself, before he turned to you with an enthusiastic smile, “let’s get to work, then!” It was unsettling how eager he got at the thought of cleaning up a murder scene, but you had no reason to judge, you were the murderer. 

Your back ached slightly, your arms were tired from scrubbing, but everything was clean. The blood was gone, any utensils stained with blood were cleaned and all the remnants of the substance had been washed down the sink. It turns out Minho had brought the baking soda to help clean up the blood stains—you didn’t want to think about how he learnt that. Now, the two of you stood there staring at the body. “What should we do with it?” You voiced quietly. 

Minho shrugs and calmly speaks, “leave it,” before turning to leave through the back door. Your eyebrows furrow and you instantly snatch his wrist in your hand, tugging him backwards. 

“Are you insane?” 

Minho looks between you and the body a few times, deciding to settle his attention on you, “yes.” Your eyebrows curve in concern as you look back at the body—surely this would get you caught. Minho’s hand gently cupped your cheek to turn your attention back to him, “hey,” his voice was soothing, “it’s gonna be okay. No one saw it, there’s no proof left that you did it. We’ll leave the body here and make it look like a murder and kidnapping.” You were still unsure, gazing downwards in uncertainty, “Y/N, I promise you—you’re not going down for this,” he enunciated the final statement with certainty. The strong gaze of his dark orbs pierced through your face. It felt as if he could see your soul, every emotion you harbored in that moment, like he had broken down the walls you didn’t know you had built. You nodded slightly before Minho smiles warmly at you, taking your glove-clad hand in his before walking toward the back door. “Besides,” there’s a teasing edge to his tone, “he doesn’t deserve to be hidden, away. If he’s rotten on the inside, he should be rotten on the outside too.” 

Your eyes followed Minho through the window of the gas station. He’d pulled over on the way home, giving you no explanation other than “stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.” Home. Did you just call Minho’s apartment home? To be fair, it was much cosier than your decrepit lot. Thinking of it, you hadn’t been in your trashy apartment since the morning of the murder. That was only this morning—yesterday morning, technically—but it felt so distant. Everything felt distance, slow, at this point. A lot had been happening in such a short time: you killed a man, you met a man with a stolen car, you covered up a murder with him, and now you sat in the stolen car near a gas station. Truthfully, you hadn’t a clue how Minho got the car or who’s it was, but you were certain you’d need to destroy it before anyone could see the two of you in it. The car door opened as Minho slid into the leather seat, showing you a box of newly purchased hair dye—oh for fuck’s sake.  

“Easier to hide your identity,” Minho explained with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes playfully. The hair dye was evidently a natural colour, one you could inherit genetically, but it was exact opposite shade of your inherited hair. You didn’t want to bring the mood down but the thought of the car wouldn’t leave. 

“What are we going to do about the car?” You blurted anxiously. The older male’s hand paused as it prepared to turn the key in the ignition. He stared blankly, momentarily, before continuing his movements.  

“I’ve got a friend who can help with that, no one will know we used it.” 

His response made you anxious, uncertain, but you had grown to trust Minho. The clock of the car displayed the late time of 3:14am. A deep breath filled your lungs as you thought about the possibilities of your actions—you’d either live freely or be charged for the crime, and Minho would be too. He helped to clean up a crime scene, after all. Did that make him an accomplice in murder? You weren’t familiar with the legal system and you certainly didn’t want to be, but there was no telling if you had a choice. 

As far as you could remember, Minho lived alone. Though he never explicitly stated that, he also never warned you with the possibility of a roommate being home. Obviously, when you heard an unfamiliar male’s voice in the apartment, you almost shit yourself. 

“Hey, hyung.”   

“‘Sup, Changbin?” The door closed behind Minho as he took your hand and led you further into the living room so you could see all of the couch rather than just one armrest. His roommate sat on the torn furniture, cross legged with his eyes focused on the illuminated screen of a laptop. You couldn’t imagine how much money that cost, or the dent it would have made in his bank account. “Y/N this is Changbin, Changbin this is Y/N,” the roommate, Changbin, had now lifted his head towards the pair of you. Although he seemed to be small, he was nothing short of intimidating—pun not intended. He had a sharp jawline, black bangs that tickled his eyelashes slightly, though you could still make out some of the slit in his eyebrow. His eyes appeared to be able to set you on fire if he glared enough, and it seemed he had a permanent glare. The image was broken by the soft smile that graced his face, highlighting his chubby cheeks as he uttered a kind “hello”. You waved shyly, slightly hiding behind Minho. The older could evidently sense your discomfort, turning towards you to speak softly, “go to the bathroom, I’ll meet you there soon so we can dye your hair. Okay?” You nodded before slinking away towards the door you recalled as the bathroom. Changbin waited until he heard the bathroom door shut to allow a teasing smile to grace his face. 

“What’s all that about?” 

Minho rolled his eyes, “it’s nothing, Bin. She just needed some help and I was there.” 

“You hate helping people,” Changbin narrowed his eyes as he deadpanned.  

Minho shifted slightly as he stumbled over an excuse, “yeah, well I- they-” he huffed, “just mind your own business.” 

Changbin cackled at the older’s flustered state before persisting, “seriously, though, what do you mean by help.” 

“One of those greasy rich bastards tried it on with her, it was only self-defense but she freaked out and almost got hit by a car,” Changbin raised his eyebrows in disbelief. It certainly wasn’t the story he was expecting, “we might have to skip town for a few days. I don’t know, I’ll figure it out with her.” 

Changbin sighed softly, “you go do that, then,” the teasing smile re-appeared on his lips. 

Minho slapped a cushion against the younger’s chest, “fuck off.” He made his way to the bathroom while Changbin laughed obnoxiously at his own joke. He halted in front of the door, turning back to Changbin, “can you call Chan-hyung for me? I need him to take care of the car out front.”   

Changbin rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah, just go be with your girl.” 

“She’s not—ugh.” 

Minho tried to be normal, but he kept thinking of what Changbin said—or rather, inferred. There was absolutely no way he could have fallen for someone in a matter of hours. He didn’t fall for people, people were fucking awful and unbearable—with the exclusion of Changbin and Chan, as well as some other people outside of Ilsan, they were slightly more bearable. Of all the people Minho had interacted with in his life, they were the best. Everyone else—regardless of financial situation, race, religion, gender or sexual orientation—was so full of themselves, especially in Itaewon. They believed they were above that place, above anyone who willingly stayed after all those years in a depressing city. He hated it so much, hated the drunk people who never apologised for stumbling and almost knocking him over, hated the rich men and women who happened to be passing through the area—those people were the worst. They looked at people in Itaewon with such pity, as if they were a charity to donate to. Did anything ever change in Itaewon? No. Even when rich men in the Government expressed their devastation at the less than stellar state of Ilsan, nothing fucking changed.  

Then again, you weren’t a rich and entitled asshole with an ego the size of the sun. You were the owner and only employee at an old hair salon, you clearly lacked sleep and proper nutrition—were you always at the salon? It seemed that you had no life outside of work. Was that your way of filling the empty void? Rather than drinking in sorrow or clubbing for way too long with friends you really couldn’t stand, you just kept yourself in a salon with ungrateful people. Surely that was worse than killing your liver. Minho pulled the plastic gloves from his hands as soon as he finished applying the dye to the back of your head. You had already started by the time he got into the bathroom, but you couldn’t do it all by yourself. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he pushed his hair away from his forehead. He was in deep, much deeper than he thought he would be to begin with. At this point it was more than covering up a murder, and that scared Minho more than any crime could. 

The strands of your hair ran through your fingers, tickling your skin as you examined the new colour. You sat on the edge of Minho’s bed, watching the sky through the window. It was still fairly dark, only the slightest tint of dark blue splotching the sky as the sun began its rise to the horizon. The digital clock besides Minho’s bed displayed 4:32am. It was odd how it could’ve been so early in the day yet you didn’t feel the smallest bit of sleep in your body—if it was any other day, you’d be passed out in bed since 12:15am, the time you always got home. Many times you slept without eating and woke up to a cup of noodles before returning to the salon to watch the clock until your break. Everything was going to be different now. You wouldn’t be returning to the store, you probably couldn’t return to your apartment in case anyone saw you. You supposed it could all be figured out later, maybe you were just worrying too much. If you worried too much, you’d probably get caught. The bed sunk down next to you as Minho sat beside you, eyes trained on the early sky. He seemed so content and calm, no matter the circumstances. He was so willing to help you commit a crime, you wanted to know why—would he tell you if he asked. You braced yourself to ask the question, but the words didn’t come out.  

“How did you and Changbin meet?” 

Minho chuckled. He could tell that wasn’t the question you wanted to ask, though he decided against mentioning it, “that twerp? We met in high school, I think? Yeah. He was in the grade below me but somehow knew one of my friends, Chan. Started eating with us at breaks and,” Minho shrugged with a small smile, “here we are.” 

“Who’s Chan?”  

“You ask a lot of questions, doll face,” he teased, causing you to blush at the nickname, “he’s someone who’s always been there for me. Kind of like Changbin but taller and less annoying—most of the time.” 

You laughed softly. You hesitated slightly—you didn’t want to ask him out of fear, but you felt like Minho could see the question swirling in your mind. He could somehow see everything you tried to hide in a single glance. “Can I ask you one more question?” 

“Of course you can.” 

“Why did you help me?” 

It felt as if the air had physically shifted, passing from light to heavy, content to uncomfortable or perhaps tense. The male chewed on his lower lip, “I- I’m not quite sure. It was just this feeling I had, almost like a moral obligation. In any other circumstance I would’ve gotten back in the car and got the fuck out of there, but something told me that it wasn’t as it seemed,” he furrowed his eyebrows before shrugging, “I don’t know, I guess I wanted to know the full story and I- I felt like I had to protect you,” there was hesitance in his tone, as if he were ashamed of what would come next. 

In that moment, all you could think was that Minho was one unique individual. He stole a car, came across someone covered in blood and felt the need to protect them, evidently detested most people, and yet still gave all his heart and soul to help people. How was he not exhausted? How was he not dead? Surely someone would’ve taken advantage of him by now—perhaps that was why he seemed to hate everyone. He was just afraid, wasn’t he? There was a lot you didn’t know about Minho, yet it felt like he could see your entire soul, your past, present and future the second he glanced at you. You glanced down at your fiddling hands.   

“What happens now?” Your voice was subdued, the words coming out only short of a whisper. Minho turned his gaze towards you, taking in your soft profile. Potentially that was why he felt the necessity to protect you—even with blood on your face you retained an innocence and uncertainty, helplessness and hopelessness. 

“Whatever you want,” he refocused on the sky, “we can stay here and just be cautious, or we can skip town for a little while.” 

You looked up at him from under your eyelashes with a teasing smile, “‘we’?” 

A playful smirk stretched onto Minho’s face as he looked at your cheeky smile, “you can’t rid of me that easily, babe.” Then he smiled at you—a real one with teeth, this time. He shuffled closer to you, gently pushing your head to rest on his shoulder. Your body shifted to lean against his more comfortably, the hand on your head soothingly stroking your hair. Whatever happened, you knew he would stay by your side. “Are you tired?” You nodded against his chest—you hadn’t felt exhausted until he asked you about it, “come on.” He detached himself from you, prompting you to sit up straight in order for him to move properly. The bed shifted behind you as Minho moved around to pull the covers down, your eyes half-closed as you shifted backwards to lay comfortably. Your head rested against one of the pillows as you tugged the covers over the clothing covering your body. You could feel him lay beside you but you felt far too tired to comprehend anything properly, you didn’t even notice when you naturally fell into his tired embrace. His arms were wrapped around your waist as your head rested on his chest, brushing against the black cotton material of his t-shirt. 

Your voice vibrated against his chest as you mumbled tiredly, “thank you for helping me.” 

Minho stroked your hair gently, a seemingly new habit forming, “it’s okay.” 

“No it’s not—” 

He shushed you quietly, “it’s okay, baby. It’s not your fault,” you wanted to protest, yet the crushing presence of exhaustion stopped you from doing so, “get some sleep, Y/N. We’ll figure this all out in the morning.” 

You felt Minho leave a kiss on the top of your head as sleep plagued your consciousness. In his arms you felt safer than could have ever imagined. Even if you were charged for you crime, knowing that someone had risked it all for you—a stranger, nonetheless—seemed to make it all worth it. What you learned from this experience was not just how to cover up a murder or clean up bloodstains, it was that there are good people in Itaewon. Not everyone will use you or look down on you, there are people just like you. Hopeless, stuck, full of hatred towards people who seem to be weighed down by some burdensome invisible crown. You’d met someone who openly felt as helpless as you did—that’s what helped you sleep at night. 

“Did you see the news report?” Changbin’s voice came clearly through the speaker of Minho’s cellphone. 

“No, what’s it say this time?” 

There was a rattle from Changbin’s side of the phone, probably the sound of him throwing the television controller on the coffee table—a habit that irked Minho to no end since it always fucked up the remote. “Apparently he was embezzling work related funds because he owed a shit tonne of money to some unknown drug lord,” the older’s eyebrows shot up at the revelation. No wonder, he certainly looked like a lying, greasy bastard. Changbin spoke matter-a-factly, though Minho could practically feel the boy’s teasing smile, “looks like your girl has an eye for the bad ones.” 

“Shut the fuck up, Changbin.” 

The two shared a laugh before the line went silent, other than a few indistinct mumbles, “Chan-hyung was wondering if you two were coming back anytime soon.” 

Minho looked towards your sleeping form beside him at the question. You looked so peaceful, ethereal, clad in his light blue t-shirt with freshly dyed hair and no makeup covering your skin. Even if life was different, difficult at times, having you with him made it a whole lot more endurable. At the end of the day, he always had someone to come home to—whether home was a motel in the middle of a new town or a cheap apartment across from a nightclub the two of you had been drinking at. His free hand came down to gently stroke your locks, the habit he had unknowingly grown to love. 

“I don’t think so, not yet at least.” 

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Toyota: Glickenhaus pace is "very good news" for Le Mans

Toyota Gazoo Racing Europe technical director Pascal Vasselon described the position of the Glickenhaus 007 LMH at the top of the timesheets at the end of the nine-hour test as "very good news" and said that the Japanese manufacturer is "happy for them and the series". "It would not at all be entertaining if they were two or three seconds off the pace," said Vasselon after Glickenhaus driver Olivier Pla's late run knocked Toyota off the top spot. "It means there should be a race where several cars are in the same ballpark." Vasselon pointed out that the three manufacturers competing in the Hypercar class, the Le Mans Hypercars from Toyota and Glickenhaus and the grandfathered LMP1 Alpine, were all within a second in both sessions of the test day. "We see the three different cars are within one second, it is perfect," he said.

#708 Glickenhaus Racing Photo by: JEP / Motorsport Images Pla moved to the top of the times with just under 10 minutes of the test remaining with a 3m29.115s. That bettered the 3m29.340s Mike Conway had set earlier in the session aboard the #7 Toyota GR010 Hybrid. Pla revealed that he had gone for a time on fresh Michelin rubber in the closing minutes of the session when track temperatures had fallen from the peak 44-deg C during the afternoon. "We were pushing, we have nothing to hide," said Pla. "We were very surprised by the balance of the car at the beginning: I had a very good feeling with the car from my first lap in the morning. "It is good to start the week of Le Mans like that." The #7 Toyota did not go out on a new-tyre run at the end of the session, but Kazuki Nakajima was given a fresh set of Michelins in #8 and knocked two hundredths off the car's previous best from Brendon Hartley. Both Toyota and Glickenhaus expressed satisfaction with their test day programmes. Pla said: "We kept improving the car during the day and making it better. We didn't care what the others were doing because we are discovering the car all the time." Toyota explained that the distance it completed with its pair of GR010s is almost certainly a record for the team at the test day. "We had nine hours of testing which from our side have been interrupted, said Vasselon. "Absolutely no issues, we are very happy about that. "We have made very high mileage, both cars are above 1400km which I think is a record for us on the test day." The Signatech-run Alpine-Gibson A480 ended up fourth in the times at the test day courtesy of a 3m30.111s from Nicolas Lapierre. The Oreca LMP1 design also completed in excess of 1000km over the nine hours, while the two Glickenhaus 007s each managed just under the 1000km mark. shares comments Read the full article

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Partenord Habitat Plot, Lille France

Partenord Habitat Plot, Lille Offices, Housing, Shops Building Project, North East French Architecture Images

Partenord Habitat Plot in Lille

24 Jul 2021

Design: Coldefy

Location: Lille, France

Partenord Habitat Plot Mixed-Use Project

At the heart of a dynamic neighbourhood in the Porte de Valenciennes joint development zone (ZAC), the Partenord plot seeks to bring Lille into the third industrial revolution through a mixed project, including the headquarters of Partenord Habitat (Nord Department Public Housing Office), offices, housing, and shops.

The project is situated on a plot in a strategic location at the entrance to the city of Lille, at the corner of Rue de Cambrai and Boulevard de Belfort. The building emerges from the ground along both of these roads in three distinct sections: the offices, the headquarters, and the housing, all tied together with a shared foundation.

More specifically, the project includes: – 50 rented housing units – A collection of rented offices, divided into 7 office spaces – 5 retail units on either side of the headquarters -The Partenord Habitat headquarters – A car park with 232 underground parking spaces for housing, rented offices, and headquarters.

The Partenord headquarters are situated at the corner of the plot, shining like a beacon over the metropolitan area and ensuring its visibility throughout the Lille region.

The project offers a duality between the bold urban façades and the centre of the block, which is sheltered from the city’s hustle and bustle and is an ideal place for users to relax. The multiple balanced outdoor spaces offer pleasant settings for users, tenants, employees, and retailers, looking out onto an environment of biodiversity.

The building is adorned with various sizes and styles of terracotta cladding. A feature is created along Boulevard de Belfort, like an urban window with three sides of reflective glass. This mirror onto the city amplifies the comings and goings of local residents.

More than just architectural touches, the systems put in place offer functional qualities tailored to each project. The simple urban façade establishes structural and functional integrity to meet project requirements in the clearest possible way.

Environmental Process On an environmental level, Partenord is fully aligned with the requirements of the Third Industrial Revolution and the energy transition through the pragmatic implementation of suitable processes for the project: recovery and storage of grey water and excess energy, use of renewable energies like solar panels, and optimized electricity consumption, notably through the use of digital radiators. Eighty percent of the rental housing’s winter heating requirements will be covered by the headquarters’ surplus heat recovery (known as excess energy).

In recovering this energy, building interconnectivity and performance objectives in terms of operation and maintenance (inclusion of BIM) are challenges that were tackled to achieve an energy transition model for the future.

The project embodies a way of rethinking our means of development and the type of society in which we want to live to ensure each person’s development and liberation.

I – The Partenord Habitat headquarters

Structure and façades The general principle of the façade for the project is a cladding system that is unique to each project section: headquarters (and foundation), offices, and housing (except the south façade). This distinction helps to mark out the projects, while maintaining overall cohesion through the use of the same materials, including glazed terracotta and aluminium used in different forms.

The urban window looking out onto Boulevard de Belfort is streamlined with the use of a VEC curtain wall system. It comprises two vertical planes (façades of the cafeteria and north rented offices), and a horizontal plane on the underside of the rented offices.

From the outside, the headquarters are sleek, with proportional layers. From the inside, the office areas are easy to use due to the orthogonal spaces.

The block offers wide outdoor spaces and terraces on different levels (3rd floor and 6th floor in particular). The proportions and layouts of the gardens and terraces at the centre of the block on the ground floor, 1st floor, and 2nd floor are optimized to encourage occupant use, and to accommodate large trees.

Project and functionality The ground floor has an in-ground garden at the centre of the block, a bike shed, a print shop, support facilities, and the atrium. The triple-height atrium is positioned at the corner of the crossroads to mark the entrance to the headquarters.

The 1st floor is home to the shared meeting room area. This area can be divided into 6 rooms with mobile partitions. This floor also has a conference room for hosting up to 50 people, and a private dining room linked with a back door. These 3 strong parts of the building share access to a large 175 m², partially covered terrace.

The headquarters’ cafeteria is located on the 2nd floor, and the atrium sits at the heart of the headquarters due to its community function and functional quality: double-height leading onto a coworking space on the 3rd floor, and a bright dual-aspect area leading onto 2 separate terraces which are bright throughout the day.

On the standard office floors, the project addresses “offices 2030” challenges set by the client: they are mostly shared and feature collaborative spaces.

– Ground floor: Trade union offices – 1st floor: Logistics department – 2nd floor: Rental management department, marketing department, and social development department – 3rd floor: IT department – 4th floor: Legal department – 5th floor: Accounting department – 6th floor: Communication department – 8th floor: Housing technical appraisal department and portfolio department – 7th and 8th floor: Development department

The headquarters’ backbone is focused around a shared core, including a spiral staircase and lifts. It also contains the ducts for utilities, toilets, plant rooms, and rooms for cleaning supplies.

II. Rented offices

Structure and façades The rented offices feature two terraces divided between the office spaces (2nd floor, 4th floor).

The envelope comprises aluminium sunshades which are directed according to exposure. There is a harmonized rhythm across all façades, with a 90 cm pitch adapted to the framework of the offices.

Project and functionality The office spaces are functional and clear. Like the headquarters, the shared core for the rented offices has been condensed to contain all utilities (human, networks, fluids), as well as shared facilities (toilets, room for cleaning supplies), thus freeing up as much floor space as possible.

III. Housing

Structure and façades The housing building has a simple structure, in line with the rest of the project.

Planted terraces are located on the 1st, 4th, and 9th floors.

The 9th floor terrace is dedicated to the building’s shared vegetable garden. The vegetable garden faces the centre of the block, protected from the wind, and can be accessed from the shared areas. There is also a ramp to allow people with reduced mobility to access it as well. A sheltered inner space, separate from the shared corridor, is dedicated to the functioning of the vegetable garden.

A terrace on the 7th floor is available for apartment users, in addition to their respective loggias.

A terrace on the 10th floor has solar panels and an AHU for the housing. There are trumeaux on the north, west, and east façades. The south façade, facing the centre of the block, has a special sunshade.

Functionality The 50 apartments are distributed within the building as follows: 15 x 1-bedroom (1BR), 20 x 2-bedroom (2BR), 10 x 3-bedroom (3BR), and 5 x 4-bedroom (4BR) apartments. – The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floor of the first level each include 3 x 1BR, 2 x 2BR, and 2 x 3BR. – The 4th, 5th, and 6th floor of the second level each include 1 x 1BR, 2 x 2BR, 1 x 3BR, and 1 x 4BR. – The 7th and 8th floor of the final level each include 1 x 1BR, 3 x 2BR, and 1 x 4BR. – The 9th floor, with the vegetable garden, is divided into 1 x 1BR, 2 x 2BR, and 1 x 3BR. In terms of apartment layouts, the balconies running along the south façade feature loggias.

Villeneuve d’Ascq Private Hospital, Lille – Building Information

Architects: Coldefy Client: Partenord Habitat Partner architects: TAG Architectes, Paindavoine Parmentier Architectes Design offices: TPF.I Engineering, VS-A Envelope design and engineering Landscaper: BASE Paysagistes Construction company: Nord France Constructions Fayat Budget: €29 million Floor area: 14,650 m², of which 9,807 m² offices, 3,970 m² housing, 956 m² shops, 232 parking spaces (30 spaces for the housing, 40 spaces for the offices, 162 spaces for the headquarters) Location: Lille, France Delivery: Delivered September 2020 (winner of 2017 competition) Project: Construction of the new headquarters for Partenord Habitat, shops, offices and 50 rented housing units with a car park. Environmental process: RT 2012, BEPOS Effinergie 2013, HQE, H&E Cerqual (housing), E2C1 (housing) certifications

About Coldefy Thomas Coldefy and Isabel Van Haute are the principals of the Coldefy architecture and urban planning office, founded in 1993. In 2006, they won the Hong Kong Design Institute’s international competition amongst a field of 162 teams. This project is a manifesto which embodies their approach and values.

With offices is Lille, Paris, Shanghai, and Hong Kong, they develop projects at regional, national, and international levels for public and private clients in the domains of education, culture, sport, housing, retail, and urban design.

Photos © Julien Lanoo

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Psalms 2 and 149

Christopher Page is writing on the psalms here - a long journey as any reader of this blog will know. I am looking forward to doing it again as much as I would look forward to walking say an end to end trail in East Sooke Park again. To begin at the beginning needs a pointer to the end. I know I could walk the some of these day trips, but I might choose a loop or have a vehicle at each end of the trail. For the Psalms, is it a loop? Or is it a journey from A to B? Probably both. Look at the rocks and the sea in the second psalm and the second to last psalm.

Here is an image of the words of Psalms 149 reflecting the words of Psalms 2. 

Two verses in Psalms 149 focus words and concepts in Psalms 2

Here are some questions off the top of my head.

Who are the kings? 

Who are the people 'under his mercy'?

Who is the king?

Were these poems written together? Did the poet of Psalms 149 know Psalms 2 or vice-versa? 

Is this supporting or against monarchy?

Does the Psalter support violence against the enemy?

Here are the psalms in full. Square text is represented one for one in Latin characters using SimHebrew.

In these COVID times, it is curious that the word for throng in verse 1 is related to the modern Hebrew word for 'feeling', roughly 'regash'. It is also used in the psalm of betrayal, Psalms 55, Together we had sweet intimacy. // In the house of God we walked in the throng. This root seems to morph in its Biblical Hebrew 'meaning' of a great crowd to a modern Hebrew 'meaning' of great emotion. 

thlim b Psalms 2 Fn Min Max Syll a lmh rgwu goiim ulaumim ihgu-riq 1 Why such a throng of nations? and tribes in empty muttering? g 3e 4B 6 6 b itiixbu mlci-arx vroznim nosdu-ikd yl-ihvh vyl-mwiko 2 They station themselves, these sovereigns of earth, these rule-makers reasoning as one, over Yahweh and over his anointed: f 3e 4A 12 8 g nntqh at-mosrotimo vnwlich mmnu ybotimo 3 Let us snap their bonds, and kiss good-bye to their cords. g 3e 4B 8 11 d iowb bwmiim iwkq adonii ilyg-lmo 4 The one sitting in the heavens, he laughs. My Lord derides them. 3e 4B 7 7 h az idbr alimo bapo ubkrono ibhlmo 5 Then he will speak to them in his anger, and in his burning vex them. C 3e 4C 10 10 v vani nscti mlci yl-xion hr-qodwi 6 I myself have offered as libation my own king, on Zion, my holy hill. g 3e 4B 8 6 z asprh al-koq ihvh amr alii bni ath ani hiom ildtiç 7 I will recount the decree. Yahweh promised to me: You are my son. I myself this day gave birth to you. 3e 4A 5 10 8 k wal mmni vatnh goiim nkltç vakuztç apsi-arx 8 Ask me and I give the nations as your legacy, and as yours to hold fast, the ends of the earth. 3e 4C 15 8 't troym bwb't brzl ccli ioxr tnpxm 9 You will injure them with an iron sceptre. Like fashioned vessels, you will smash them. g 3e 4B 8 7 i vyth mlcim hwcilu hivvsru wop'ti arx 10 So now, you sovereigns, let there be insight. Be warned you who judge on earth. g 3e 4B 9 7 ia ybdu at-ihvh birah vgilu brydh 11 Serve Yahweh in fear, and rejoice in trembling. 3e 4B 8 6 ib nwqu-br pn-ianf vtabdu drç ci-ibyr cmy't apo awri cl-kosi bo 12 Kiss, each of you, pure lest he be angry and you perish in the way, for he kindles as a hint of his anger. Happy are all who take refuge in him. 3e 4C 19 6

thlim qm't Psalms 149 Fn Min Max Syll a hllu-ih wiru lihvh wir kdw thilto bqhl ksidim 1 Hallelu Yah. Sing to Yahweh a new song. His praise in the congregation of the-many who are under mercy. f 3e 4B 10 9 b iwmk iwral byowiv bni-xion igilu bmlcm 2 Let Israel be glad in the one who made him. Let the children of Zion rejoice in their king. 3e 4B 8 9 g ihllu wmo bmkol btof vcinor izmru-lo 3 Let them praise his name in a dance. With drum and harp let them psalm him. 3e 4B 8 8 d ci-roxh ihvh bymo ipar ynvvim biwuyh 4 For Yahweh finds favour with his people. He adorns the afflicted with salvation. 3e 4B 7 9 h iylzu ksidim bcbod irnnu yl-mwcbotm 5 Let the-many who are under mercy exult in glory. Let them shout aloud when they lie down. 3e 4B 9 8 v rommot al bgronm vkrb pipiiot bidm 6 Vocal in their celebrations of God, and handy with their multi-edged sword. 3e 4B 6 9 z lywot nqmh bgoiim tockot blaumim 7 Making vengeance in the nations, corrections in the tribes. 3e 4B 9 6 k lasor mlcihm bziqim vncbdihm bcbli brzl 8 To bind their sovereigns in chains, and these glorious ones with iron fetters. 3e 4B 8 10 't lywot bhm mwp't ctub hdr hua lcl-ksidiv hllu-ih 9 To make in them judgment inscribed. This honour to all under his mercy. Hallelu Yah. 3e 4C 20

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