𝙎𝙐𝙉 𝘾𝙊𝘿𝙀𝘿

▐║  ♡  ┊  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒  𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆,  circling  her  erect  nipple  as  she  holds  still  enough  for  Serin  to  tie  up  her  hair.  Lips  clamp  over  a  mouthful  of  flesh  once  more,  sucking  before  she  pulls  away  slowly,  breast  dragging  free  from  her  mouth  with  an  audible  pop. ㅤ❝ Aw,  but  I  love  to  tease  you,  Seri;  you're  so  fun  to  play  with.  Look  how  wet  you  are  for  me, ❞ㅤ she  pouts  mischievously,  curling  her  fingers  inside  of  Serin  to  reach  that  sensitive  spot  she  loves  so  much. ㅤ❝ You've  made  such  a  mess  already,  dripping  all  over  your  sheets  before  I've  even  made  you  come.  Do  you  really  need  it  that  badly? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJunha  flips  her  newly-tied  ponytail  over  her  shoulder,  laying  her  cheek  against  Serin's  breasts  as  she  presents  her  drenched  fingers  for  the  other  to  see.  It  surprises  her  when  Serin  takes  them  into  her  mouth,  licking  away  the  taste  of  herself,  and  the  sight  is  enough  to  make  Junha  bite  at  her  own  lip. ㅤ❝ I  don't  know,  it  depends, ❞ㅤ her  lips  curl  teasingly,  rising  again  to  place  a  kiss  upon  the  other's,  her  tongue  slipping  into  her  mouth  to  share  her  taste. ㅤ❝ Are  you  gonna  be  good  for  me? ❞

She   stifles   a   moan   with   her   lips,   teeth   biting   into   the   flesh   of   her   mouth   to   stop   the   sound   from   coming   in   fear   of   waking   up   the   rest   of   the   girls.   "You   been   teasing   me   so   much,   Junni.   It's   your   fault."   And   Junha   loves   to   drag   it   out.   Serin   can't   help   but   to   love   it   ,   though,   the   way   her   body   grinds   against   expert   fingers   and   the   way   sweet   tongue   swipes   over   her   nipple,   her   body   kneeing   and   desiring   more   of   her.   "Hm.   So   good,   Junni.   I'll   be   good."   But   Junha   is   already   spoiling   her   by   going   down   her   body   and   Serin   adjust   her   body   so   she   can   watch   her   descend,   elbows   propping   her   in   the   mattress   so   her   eyes   watch   with   delight   at   the   sight.

  Mouth   gapes   open   in   anticipation,   first   fingers   and   then,   mouth   over   her   heated   cunt.   Serin's   body   is   set   ablaze   and   a   shake   of   her   body   tells   her   she   is   too   needy.   "Kiss   it   then.   You   can   kiss   it   and   fuck   it   all   you   want."  

@crystaserin ⊱ 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 10FF because they were room mates 🙂‍↔️

▐║  ♡  ┊  𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐒.  After  years  of  being  in  this  industry,  she's  developed  a  thick  enough  skin  to  stay  professional,  even  when  something  is  nagging  at  her.  And  she'd  almost  made  it  to  the  end.  Almost.  But  she  can't  bear  it  anymore.  Not  when  she  can  smell  him.  Jaeshin.  His  cologne.  It's  too  engraved  into  her  memory  to  forget  it,  and  with  her  new  heightened  senses,  impossible  to  ignore.  No,  it's  more  than  that  this  time.  The  smell  of  his  skin,  his  sweat.  No  one  else  would  notice,  of  course;  she's  the  only  one  that  has  a  vampire's  nose.  And  it  drives  her  fucking  crazy,  pretending  like  she  doesn't  notice  where  it's  coming  from.  That  it's  Serin  wearing  his  shirt,  barely  able  to  hide  the  purple  marks  on  her  skin  that  peek  from  beneath  the  collar.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe  never  had  an  issue  with  Serin  and  Jaeshin's  friendship.  This  game  they  play  with  the  fans,  teasing  them.  It  was  all  just  that,  according  to  Serin:  a  game  and  nothing  more.  Jaeshin's  nothing  to  her  now  anyway,  so  why  should  she  care?  Why  do  her  eyes  feel  like  they're  burning  as  soon  as  she  realizes  who  gave  Serin  those  marks?  It's  been  three  years.  She  doesn't  care.  Shouldn't.  She  shouldn't  be  wiping  her  eyes  so  fiercely,  finding  them  wet  with  every  swipe,  unable  to  tell  if  what  she  feels  is  sadness  or  anger.  Mostly  the  latter.  And  of  course,  it  just  had  to  be  Serin  that  follows  her  out.  Kind,  caring  leader  Serin.  Her  best  friend.  Her  sister.  The  girl  that  just  fucked  her  ex  boyfriend  and  expected  her  not  to  know.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Don't ! ❞ㅤ Junha  all  but  growl  as  she  spins  around  to  face  her. ㅤ❝ Don't  you  dare  have  the  audacity  to  ask  me  what's  wrong! ❞ ㅤ Teeth  bite  down  on  the  inside  of  her  cheek,  one  last  attempt  to  bite  back  her  own  words  before  they  erupt. ㅤ❝ I  can  smell  him  on  you.  I  can  see  this — ❞ㅤ she  grabs  the  collar  of  Serin's  shirt,  pulling  just  enough  to  expose  the  marks  on  her  collarbone. ㅤ❝ Did  you  really  think  I  wouldn't  make  the  connection? ❞ㅤ There's  a  long  pause,  Junha's  mind  swimming  with  a  torrent  of  emotions.  What's  worse  is  that  she's  not  sure  who  she's  truly  angry  at,  or  why.  She  shouldn't  be  angry.  She  shouldn't  feel  anything  about  it  at  all. ㅤ❝ You  lied  about  it  all  just  being  a  game  with  you  two.  You  lied  about  just  being  friends.  And  I  want  to  hear  you  say  it  yourself. ❞

@crystaserin

There   is   no   way   Jae   told   Junha.   And   she   had   been   extra   careful   enough   to   not   show   anything   regarding   their   time   together.   It   seems   somehow,   the   news   broke,   at   least   just   with   Junha   and   she   feels   herself   panicking   at   the   thought   that   this   would   ruin   their   friendship,   after   so   many   hardships.   But   didn't   she   move   on?   Serin   had   seen   how   Juhna   behaved   with   Mr.   Namkyu,   even   with   Sei,   there   was   no   way   that   she   would   still   want   him.   Surely.   .   .she   would   understand.   The   exposed   skin   is   now   faced   with   shame   when   Junha   pulls   the   shirt   down,   to   reveal   the   marks   she   had   told   Jaeshin   to   not   leave   on   her   (   either   he   had   been   jealous   or   he   just   does   that,   it's   not   like   Serin   discourages   him   ).  

"Junni.   .   .please."   She   is   not   sure   what   she   is   begging   for   but   she   wants   to   reach   back   and   hold   her.   Serin   is   not   so   sure   that   would   be   a   good   idea   so   she   stands   there,   her   hand   moving   to   shift   the   shirt   back   to   cover   the   purple   marks,   almost   as   if   ashamed   of   herself.   "It   was   a   game!.   .   .at   first   it   was.   We   just   wanted   to   tease   everyone   for   even   thinking   about   it."   It   had   been   a   game.   It   was   meant   to   be   a   joke   for   everyone.   Jaeshin   had   been   with   her   when   Junha   left,   they   been   each   other's   landmark   when   they   were   lost   and   through   the   process,   they   just   became   better   friends.   She   is   not   sure   she   can   even   explain   herself   to   Junha   without   sound   like   she   is   making   excuses.   When   did   her   feelings   shifted   from   friendship   to   something   else?

▐║  선태연  ┊  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐖𝐇𝐘  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐎  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄.  All  these  carefully  curated  images,  projections  of  what  the  fans  want  them  to  be.  Taeyeon  has  always  hated  that.  It  felt  like  being  in  Cheonggyesan  again,  having  to  play  the  part  of  his  father's  perfect  prince.  Why  anyone  would  willingly  live  that  way  is  beyond  him.  And  yet,  here  he  is,  wrapped  up  in  an  industry  where  everyone  is  like  that.  Maybe  it's  his  way  of  rebelling,  how  he  shows  too  much  to  the  wrong  people.  How  unabashedly  his  lips  press  against  her  wrist,  not  a  single  consideration  given  to  who  might  see.  All  he  cares  about  is  that  drumbeat  he  feels  burn  against  his  mouth,  her  skipping  pulse  that  grows  faster  the  longer  he  lingers  there  against  her  skin.  Can  she  really  blame  him  for  enjoying  himself  a  bit  too  much  when  this  is  how  she  reacts?

"You   are   way   too   cheeky.   It   will   get   you   in   trouble."   The   shake   of   her   head   is   giving   to   a   lost   cause   but   he   really   doesn't   seem   to   care   and   for   her   years   in   this   industry,   the   attitude   is   somehow   refreshing.   Though   she   hates   how   easy   it   is   to   get   her   to   react.   Eyes   shift   toward   the   hold   on   her   wrist,   still   pressing   on,   and   she   frowns,   he   really   is   playing   a   game   there   ,   uh?   It   feels   like   those   touches   she   had   seen   in   period   dramas,   where   a   man   would   touch   upon   a   woman'   s   wrist   as   if   it   was   the   most   intimate   act.

▐║  ⏾  ┊  ❝  𝐈  𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔.  ❞  And  he  knows  he  doesn't  have  a  right  to  say  that,  to  interfere  in  her  love  life  at  all.  Not  after  what  he  did.  It  was  cruel  of  him,  to  have  her  for  a  single  night  and  then  leave  her,  but  one  night  was  all  it  took  to  show  him  how  dangerous  this  has  become.  Serin  deserves  a  happy  life  with  a  man  who  can  give  her  everything  she  wants,  not  a  vampire  who  can't  even  bear  to  tell  her  what  he  really  is.  And  yet,  he  can't  stand  the  way  he  notices  the  eyes  of  other  men  follow  her,  what  he  hears  them  whisper  about  her,  the  way  he  can  feel  some  of  their  hearts  skip  at  the  sight  of  her.  How  many  of  them  have  good  intentions,  and  how  many  are  just  animals  excited  by  the  sight  of  something  they  think  they  can  have?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt's  her  choice  to  date  who  she  wants.  Sleep  with  who  she  wants,  whether  they're  decent  men  with  good  intentions  or  not.  But  he  just  can't  fucking  stand  the  thought  of  it.  They  could  hurt  her.  Use  her.  Break  her  heart  again.  It  sickens  him,  the  idea  that  she  might  be  spending  her  nights  in  the  hands  of  men  that  won't  cherish  her  how  she  deserves.  But  that's  the  more  chivalrous  part  of  him  that  thinks  that.  The  deeper,  more  selfish  part  of  him  is  angry  that  anyone  else  might  stand  a  chance  at  all,  and  he  will  never  be  able  to  call  her  his.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Is  this  what  you  do  now?  Flirt  with  your  ex  and  pretend  that  he  didn't  hurt  you? ❞ㅤ Hypocritical  of  him  to  say,  he  knows,  but  it  leaves  him  before  he  can  hold  himself  back.  The  truth  is  he's  reaching  for  any  excuse  at  all  to  talk  her  down  and  coming  up  empty.  There's  no  reason  for  her  not  to  go  for  this  guy.  Not  if  she  really  wants  him.  And  really,  it  would  be  karma  for  Jaeshin  to  watch  it  happen  right  before  his  eyes,  how  he's  chased  her  into  another  man's  arms.  It  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  he's  done  so,  but  he's  not  sure  if  he  can  bear  to  watch  it  happen  again.  All  his  flimsy  arguments  fall  apart  so  quickly,  and  all  that's  left  is  the  obvious  truth  in  his  eyes  of  why  he's  all  but  pleading  with  her  now  not  to  leave  the  party  with  Yuhwan  —  the  fear  that  she'll  fall  for  her  ex-boyfriend  all  over  again,  and  Jaeshin  will  be  swiftly  forgotten. ㅤ❝ Don't  go  with  him.  Please.  Just  let  me  drive  you  home. ❞

@crystaserin

It's   easy   to   just   fall   by   the   order   of   old   habits.   Yuhwan   was   perhaps   the   one   ex   that   had   hurt   her   but   he   had   also   been   the   one   whose   relationship   had   marked   her   youth.   Crossing   paths   with   him   is   easy   because   of   the   industry   they   live   in   and   they   fall   into   the   habit   of   talking.   He   doesn't   seem   to   have   anyone   around   him   and   while   she   noticed   Jaeshin   across   the   room   looking   at   them,   she   also   remembers   his   words.   He   had   been   clear   that   they   cannot   be   together   and   that   he   doesn't   want   her.   Even   after   the   night   they   spent   together,   even   after   he   made   her   feel   like   she   was   on   fire,   he   had   refused   her   enough   for   her   to   consider   Yuhwan   again.   He   doesn't   say   he   won't   hurt   her   again,   or   go   with   someone   else,   but   she   reads   his   queues   because   they   are   familiar.   The   brush   of   a   hand   on   her   waist,   the   way   he   leaned   in   to   whisper   back   through   the   noise   and   shift   her   hair   from   her   shoulder.   When   she   is   finally   on   her   own,   a   quick   break,   it's   when   she   crosses   paths   with   Jae   again.  

"I   don't   pretend.   I   know   he   did.   But   at   least   he   is   honest   about   it."   Serin   breathes   back,   the   words   hurt   her   more   than   they   should,   and   his   presence   affects   her   more   than   she   wants   it.   She   thought   that   distance   would   make   her   forget   about   it   but   it   seems   it   hasn't.   "You   said   I   should   not   seek   you   out.   Go   out   with   someone.   That's   what   I'm   doing."   And   Yuhwan   is   familiar.   Because   dating   seems   to   be   failing   her   and   she   prefers   the   familiarity.   His   plea   hits   her   more   than   it   should,   eyes   scanning   over   the   floor   to   where   she   sees   Yuhwan   casually   checking   his   phone,   maybe   checking   a   hotel   room.   The   dorms   and   apartments   weren't   really   safe,   and   she   is   certain   he   is   thinking   she   will   go   with   him.

▐║  ⏾  ┊  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐈𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐀  𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇,  the  slightest  pull  into  an  expression  that  cannot  quite  be  called  a  smile  nor  a  smirk.  Darkened  eyes  match  the  intentions  of  that  treacherous  curve  of  lips,  pleased  by  what  he  hears,  ravenous  at  the  imagery  she  crafts  in  his  head,  and  hardly  able  to  be  contained.  Teeth  graze  against  the  skin  of  her  neck,  avoidant  of  their  sharpest  peaks,  adding  to  the  painted  shades  of  red  and  violet  that  spread  across  Serin's  neck  and  collarbone  from  the  claiming  marks  of  his  mouth.

Serin’s   back   arched   off   the   wall,   a   sharp   gasp   ripped   from   her   throat   as   Jaeshin’s   fingers   found   their   mark.   The   gentle,   textured   lace   of   her   panties   was   a   feeble   barrier,   and   she   felt   the   exact   moment   his   middle   finger   pushed   through,   the   blunt   pressure   of   his   touch   against   her   swollen   flesh   sending   a   lightning   bolt   of   need   straight   to   her   core.   His   lips   were   at   her   neck,   teeth   grazing,   and   the   soft   whines   from   her   lips   can   barely   be   contained   in   that   moment.   Her   hips   jerked,   seeking   more   contact,   but   his   other   hand   tightened   on   her   waist,   pinning   her.   Her   mind   was   a   white-hot   haze   of   want.   The   pad   of   his   middle   finger   circled   her   clit,   a   maddening,   perfect   pressure   that   made   her   toes   curl   in   her   shoes.   “Jaeshin,”   she   pleaded,   her   voice   ragged.“A   long   time,”   But   she   does   not   want   to   think   of   her   exes   in   this   moment,   fingers   grasping   on   his   clothes,   seeking   more   contact,   as   if   to   signal   him   she   wanted   more   but   he   seemed   intent   on   torturing   her,   making   her   a   mess   right   in   front   of   him.

“Your   fingers,”   she   gasped.   “Inside.   Please.”   The   wet,   filthy   sound   of   it   filled   the   air.   Her   inner   muscles   clung   as   if   trying   to   pull   him   deeper   with   each   withdrawal   and   teasing   touch.   She   needed   to   touch   him,   needed   to   give   back   some   of   this   devastating   pleasure.   Her   fingers   trembled,   clumsy   with   urgency.   Finally   freeing   the   buckle,   her   hands   diving   past   the   waistband   of   his   trousers.   She   found   him,   hard   and   hot   and   straining   against   the   confines   of   his   briefs.   She   wrapped   her   hand   around   his   length,   her   thumb   swiping   over   the   leaking   head.   Her   vision   swam,   her   legs   buckled,   and   only   his   body   pinning   her   to   the   wall   kept   her   upright.   But   her   touch   began   to   match   the   tease.   He   did   asked   for   her   thoughts   and   fantasies   after   all.   So   she   lets   him   in.

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