Admin Vincent:: Posting the first chapter. Keep track with me via AFF. :)
Summery: Donghae is literally the shining star at this college, and Hyukjae has to admit; he’s blinded by that light. His world kinda revolves around him unknowingly. So when he finds Donghae stripping at a club because of a bad situation and him leading a double life, there’s nothing more he wants than to help.
|Anonymous: some classic master!hyuk and maid!hae with some light bondage, spanking and diiirty talk, should i be more specific? tho i want to see what your imagination have :D|
being specific always helps :) can you get off anon so we can talk more about it? Is that Ok? owo
|Anonymous: Admin Vincent can i request something or are you busy??|
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm well it depends on watcha want, friend :0
Summery: Hyukjae is always busy. And his kid is literally a handful.
Word count: 4,500
Admin Vincent: this blog is so dead!
Donghae walks into the childrens’ center he works at and is instantly greeted by several little bodies clinging to his legs. They shouted his name happily and the other workers looked on and laughed at the sight of the young man struggling to take steps with all the little limbs around him. He chuckles and pets each of their hair, grateful when they began letting go of him in favor of trying to pull him in different directions.
"This way, oppa!"
"No, this way hyung!"
Admin Vincent here.
Lately i’ve been in a very bad rut of writing and it’s getting really ridiculous. Months and months have gone by for me, waiting and waiting for some kind of inspiration to come to me. It’s getting really difficult for me to handle my frustration when it comes to writing lately. So now, im asking if you guys could send in more prompts, maybe detailed ones, or feel free to as for a collab! I want to write more for this blog too, since it’s been so dreary lately and everyone is busy.
Hey guys! Be sure to check out this oneshot that’s way too long to be a drabble on here, but is purely smut!
Word Count: 1,000
Summery: You are the smell before the rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Warning: Angst | Romance
A/N: (i really recommend you read it on AFF.)
I cant forget you when you’re gone.
You’re like a song that goes around in my head.
He takes his coffee black with one spoonful of sugar every day.
His smile is soft and sullen, broken and dry. Every morning he rises with the same sleepy expression, smoothing out his bed sheets with red eyes before stumbling into his clean, pristine bathroom. He doesn’t sleep well anymore. Nor has he in a few years now. Even though he’s tired nearly every waking moment; he finds peace in the fact the day will be over in hour’s time and he’ll be back in his soft bed.
He always catches the bus on time.
Word Count: 654
Genre: Romance | Comedy | Fluff
Admin Vincent: herro
“Look, I just don’t think you understand what’s exactly going on,” Hyukjae says while pushing up his spectacles. “I really need to get to class before Mr. Chung beats my ass into the ground. If I’m late to potions class one more time, I’m gonna fail for the fall semester.”
“He cant do that.” A scoff sounds into the air. “That’s completely unreasonable.”
“That’s what I’m trying to say! But he actually said he would fail me if I didn’t get to class on time from then on. Now if you would please let me past you so I can get to class…”
“Not without the hall pass I asked for.”
Word Count: 1,440
Summery: Donghae is mute. Hyukjae is blind. But that’s ok.
Genre: Romance | Fluff
Admin Vincent: Hi hello
The very first time i saw him was when I was still in college, working hard in a public cafeteria where the food didn’t taste too good but was hot when served and cheap with every serving. He walked in a mess i recall; hair dyed red, somewhat thick scruff on his face and his clothes were mismatched. The stranger stumbled a lot, one hand constantly ran through his thick locks of bright crimson, and face knotted into various expressions of frustration.
hi it’s myechi and i’m back after one trillion years. easing back into writing (pg 13?) things very s l o w l y. i hope you like it. sorry that school basically ATE US ALL except vincent.
Hyukjae and Donghae never fuck to music.
They make their own rhythm, unhindered by the trappings of time signatures. Hyukjae can’t be bothered to wait for the soft blush of a fade in to make his move. The space between them is too tight for misplaced lyrics to even flit through, as dreamy verses about her eyes and soft smile just might be the thing to disturb the atmosphere that hangs hot and thick between them.
They leave the infinite possibilities of song outside of the bedroom. There’s no need for a driving beat to coax their movements into reckless haste. Hyukjae lets his aggression curl tight around Donghae in the form of a warm hand below his ribcage, and his spare fingers let free the musical whimper that lies dormant in Donghae until his hair is tugged. It echoes in the absence of sound flowing digital, flexing in upon itself and bouncing off the walls. The vein in his neck pulses as his throat is exposed, to a beat that Hyukjae’s lips match with an unconscious ease. In the quiet, punctuated by their voices and theirs alone, one can almost hear the hiss of steam as the windows mist up, liquid opacity kissing at the trickles of rain through the glass. If they’re listening.
And when there’s no song to push them towards climax or denouement, there’s isn’t a moment that they aren’t in control. If Hyukjae suddenly wants to relinquish that power into Donghae’s waiting hands, he lets him roll them over, and Donghae will tease him into a slow frenzy until his hips are dancing against the mattress. He doesn’t have to compete to be heard over background noise: his rasping, shameless words are the only ones that work their way into Hyukjae’s strung-out brain.
Hyukjae likes to hear him breath deep and warm against the shell of his ear as he pushes in, the sound of wetness just muffled by the pop of a kiss against his skin. Blood rushes below the surface — then there are the words that never fail to set his heart pounding like a metronome, falling soft and easy from restless lips. And between the two of them, what they find is some kind of harmony.