#the only roads i walk upon are the ones bearing your footprints;sunny & minho

[mythvoiced]

@storieswrote​ | a kiss on the corner of the mouth. (sunho) spots to kiss

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She’s unfamiliar in her weight on his chest, not quite the way he knows her weight on his heart - an odd thing to say, considering the location of those two things overlap.

He’s imagined things like these, not naive enough to negate such thoughts, not holy enough to pretend that people are devoid of them entirely. But it’s different, with her breath ghosting and twirling in the air there where it can so easily mix with his, with her fingers pushed into the fabric of his shirt and somehow deeper and beyond, as if claws trying to rip into his chest and take what has been long promised to them - his heart, beating ever so stubbornly.

The reality is... well, as expected, better. Because nothing can beat the actual sensation, of her lips, soft as he’s not quite had to taste them yet, as they brush against his skin, past his own, as if wanting to tease, or perhaps only daring a step of this size, rather than the larger one they will be taking any minute now.

It’s also better because his mind can never hope to satisfy the image of her, the sound of her voice, or the very essence of her presence near him, when she stands in his personal space, when she does so on purpose, when there is no room for either of them to find an excuse to justify the proximity.

But the reality of the image can bring its flaws, mostly one, actually, one downside that he can’t stomach, that makes him act: if this is real, if this is what she wants, how can he be expected to not ask for more? How can he stand there, now, and not exhale through his nose, as his gaze drills into hers, as his hand finds her jaw.

He doesn’t want to hold her, he doesn’t want to keep her, he doesn’t want to stop her, he doesn’t want to do anything that she might not want, or cross a line etched beyond the one they had already crossed. But he wants to... he wants to...

He wants to gently watch his thumb caress her skin, he wants to lean back to get enough space to watch her properly, and he wants to stare at her lips, so she may see this for what it is: an opening, to push him away, or allow him in.

“Not like that... Please.”

#storieswrote #the seeker;storieswrote #the only roads i walk upon are the ones bearing your footprints;sunny & minho #if sunny does this further down the line of their relationship he might just go down on her right then and there- #WITH CONSENT always >:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( #this one's also a lil shorter minho isn't very wordy ;;; #i also don't have a suitable gif-- #;queue

[mythvoiced]

@chaosbled​ | ‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’ (sunho) — * love ♥ starters

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The one thing everybody tells you about working in the field the two of them used to work in, is that once you get in, you can’t get out.

And how true that had turned out to be.

He hadn’t imagined, at the time - God knows when at this point - that he’d truly end up walking on a path he could only step off of if he was willing to risk a hole between his eyes. Yes, there are no assassins waiting on a nearby rooftop, ready to take either of them out on sight.

But he wouldn’t be surprised to find out they’re being put into motion. He can’t imagine that the people they used to work for would be willing to trust them to keep to themselves what information they’d sometimes directly worked on. No matter all the rest that had never fallen beneath their eyes, or fingertips in Sunny’s case, they had seen puzzle pieces. 

So Sunny had done the right thing. Yes, he may not be acting like it, but he’s glad she did as she did. Every time he went home from an office that felt deserted without her in it, as she’d been nothing but a breeze, unwilling to leave anything of hers behind, he thanked her skills, to allow her to escape so well that not even he had gotten a sliver of her to watch slip through his fingers.

But he’s human. Humans are inherently selfish beings.

Or, better yet, they’re... fucking lonely. And fucking needy.

He longed for her, he still does as he sits at an arm’s length from her, staring at the opened can in his hand rather than her features across from him, because he knows what he’d look like if she could look into his eyes, he knows what his own gaze would be screaming at her, he knows what he wants.

And he’s not surprised to hear that somehow she’d figured out which of the thoughts tied to his longing he didn’t want to speak out loud.

Because he had felt alone. He’d abandoned his family so long ago that he doesn’t know if they’d let him step across their threshold if he showed up at their doorstep now. The colleagues he used to have were nothing more than that, just a bunch of names either preceding or following his on a list of owed paychecks. All he had, for some time, was her, but she didn’t belong to him, she belonged to no one, and he couldn’t even claim the privilege of belonging to her.

And he hates the thought, he truly despises it, because he’s so glad, he’s so fucking happy, to see her well, to have not been chased away, to know she’s... well... hopefully not moments from doing something that would get her the repercussions usually meant for her line of work.

But he thinks it.

He thinks, sometimes, when it’s too late, and he’s too drunk.

But you left me.

Knowing full well, she fled to save herself.

And, if allowed to turn back time, he’d ask her to do it again.

He brings the can to his lips and gulps, throwing the liquid within it down his throat, like a waterfall of acid. When he lowers it, he doesn’t lift his head, stares at the ceiling instead. He’ll kiss her, otherwise.

“I don’t know,” as honest as he’ll get. Then a sigh. “I guess I’m just misguided, then. And a bit too self-centred. Demanding attention I didn’t have a right to.”

#chaosbled #the only roads i walk upon are the ones bearing your footprints;sunny & minho #the #the seeker;chaosbled #i'm an idiot who forgets tags #NOT SHIP TAGS n e v e r but my own muse's taGS- #gosh i hope this makes sense i'm not quite sure what he's- i don't know- #all YOur muses JUST elicit this out of me whomst- #;queue