#ds;ans

“I won’t stop; I don’t want to stop…” he murmured against her soft, silky skin, pressing gentle kisses on her neck. He took deep breaths to inhale her sweet scent, savoring it like a fine wine, letting it envelop him. One arm wrapped securely around her, pulling her closer onto his lap, as if he were afraid to let her go. His other hand glided up her thigh, fingers brushing lightly against her skin.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with urgency, as if their connection was something sacred that he wished to preserve forever.

to Sungmin from Magi ♡

"Happy early birthday, beautiful! I would be glad to join you, so count on that."

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

Everywhere they looked, there were warm lights, but the weather was so cold that they could see the condensation of their breath with each word they spoke. Despite the biting cold, people strolled through the Christmas market, bundled up in big, warm jackets. Magi and Sungmin were among them. The large Christmas tree, the carousel, various stalls, and their hands intertwined in Sungmin's pocket made for a delightful time together.

Snow had been falling since the morning, but it intensified as they wandered through the market. Many people began to seek shelter from the snowfall, and Sungmin did the same. He spotted an empty stall and ran towards it, still holding her hand. “So cold,” he said, pulling Magi closer to him to share their warmth.

“What do you think happened to the person who was supposed to use this stall to sell things?” he asked, scanning the small space. His soft chuckle caught her attention because he saw her tilting her head back to look at the ceiling as well. “I guess someone saw the potential in this place,” he commented, glancing down at her with a lingering smile.

As their eyes locked, he slowly raised a hand to gently caress her cheek, fully aware that his hand was not very warm. “It would be a waste if we don’t… do this, right?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, and finally, he captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss.

At first, he overlooked the details of the flowers; his attention was focused on her until she mentioned how she and a little helper had put them together. “Really? Did you and a little someone assemble them? I love them!” he said with a soft chuckle, taking the bouquet from her and wrapping his free arm around her. “Thank you so much. But now I'm curious to see what else you have planned.” He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, his smile showing his gratitude for the birthday wishes.

🐝  *  ―  𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

Sungmin couldn't remember when their conversations had transitioned from a few messages to daily interactions. He always made time for her and believed he managed everything well most of the time. However, sometimes life would throw multiple challenges his way all at once, leaving him overwhelmed and scrambling to keep up. He felt guilty considering the idea of canceling their plans again, especially since she had purchased the tickets for the movie. After taking a deep breath, he resolved not to cancel; he would make it on time.

The next day, his daughter had a performance, and he needed to pick up her dress from the store. Work had reached a peak with a heavy workload, and time felt like his biggest enemy.

Somehow, Sungmin finished work an hour later than usual. Traffic complicated matters further as he tried to get to the store. Just a few minutes later, and he wouldn’t have made it, but he finally had the dress in his possession. Back in traffic, he struggled to maintain his composure while glancing at the clock. He still had enough time to return home, drop off the dress, and take Nari to her grandparents.

By the time he arrived at the movie theater, he was out of breath and a bit disheveled. Though he suspected the movie had already started, he was relieved he managed to do it all—from the parking lot to the theater. He ran as fast as his office shoes would allow. Standing in front of her, he apologized, "I'm sorry…" pausing to catch his breath. "I know I'm late, but I think we haven't missed much of the movie. Let's go inside."

He reached for her hand to lead her in, but she stopped him, pulling out a tissue from her purse to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Her gentle gesture grounded him, helping to calm the adrenaline that was rushing through his body. Sungmin wrapped his arms around her tightly and nodded, then gently cupped her cheeks. "I just don’t want you to feel ignored or think you don’t matter to me because you do, Magi…"

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

Instead of staying at a hotel, they decided to rent an Airbnb. While it didn’t offer room service or a few other amenities, it felt warmer, more private. Plus, they figured they could manage breakfast, lunch, and dinner on their own, whether by cooking or dining out. After checking in, they searched for the nearest grocery store to buy everything they would need for their weekend stay.

With a few basic ingredients already in their shopping cart, Sungmin pushed the cart while following her around the store. She had a couple of easy recipes she wanted to try, so he helped her find the necessary ingredients. He took care of the meat and chicken while she looked for the rest.

Once he finished, he searched for her through the aisles and eventually found her on tiptoe, reaching for a box on the top shelf. Sungmin smiled and pushed the cart closer, standing behind her to easily grab the box. He didn’t even have to stretch his arm to reach it. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and asked, "This one?"

Gentle Care

Navigating fatherhood alone had never been easy. His parents and friends had offered support, yes — but most things, he had to figure out on his own. Over time, he’d learned to stay calm, to think clearly and make decisions with Nari’s well-being in mind. Still, some moments were stronger than him. Some moments broke through the calm.

He sat outside the exam room, elbows on his knees, rubbing his temples as he tried to steady his breathing and quiet the pounding in his skull. He didn’t hear Jennie approach, not until she was suddenly there beside him.

“Jennie?” His voice came out with surprise. He had only texted her about what was happening, not expecting her to actually come. But now that she was here, he found himself explaining it all — fast, too fast. “She… she wouldn’t stop crying. Her fever just kept climbing, and then she—” He faltered, breath catching. “And then she wasn’t even responding, and I—”

Her hand found his, and her words grounded him in the present. The warmth of it, the calm in her touch, did something to him he couldn’t put into words.

He took a deep breath. Shook his head. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

He wasn’t, not really. But the storm inside him had eased. Her presence helped. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For being here.” Their fingers laced together. He let his weight sink into the chair, leaning his head gently against her shoulder. “They got the fever down,” he added after a moment. “She’s just sleeping now.”

Sky dealt with all kinds of people every single day. Difficult personalities, tense situations—he wasn’t a stranger to any of it. Most of the time, it came down to misunderstandings, and it was his job to make them realize they were wrong—without outright saying so. He wasn’t exactly polite, but he wasn’t crude either.

Behind his desk with his sleeves rolled up and his phone still in hand, the latest call had just ended. The room was quiet, but the tension still clung to the air. His jaw was tight, the echo of that heated conversation still hanging there, silent and sharp. He had kept his composure—calm, in control—but anyone who knew him could tell he was pissed.

Jennie walked in without knocking. Sky looked up, finally setting his phone down. Her expression said it all, she’d heard the whole thing. Still, she didn’t comment. She just crossed the room, leaned lightly on the edge of his desk, and looked at him, her offer to catch him off guard.

He let out a short snort, shoulders beginning to relax. “Do I look like a kid?” he muttered. But he pushed his chair back anyway, reached out, took her hand, and pulled her in. He parted his legs and wrapped his arms around her.

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

The orphanage was unusually quiet that afternoon. Most of the children were napping, while the others played outside under the watchful eye of a caretaker. Sungmin, who can work from anywhere, often chooses to work in the office, as being home alone without his daughter doesn't sit well with him. Lately, though, he had been visiting Jennie more often, which is how he found himself working from there sometimes.

With his laptop on his lap and his focus still on the screen, he sensed her presence beside him. Jennie silently sat on the couch, slowly leaning her head against his shoulder. Without hesitation, Sungmin shifted slightly to make her more comfortable and finally glanced at her with a gentle smile.

"Tired?" he asked. She gave him a sluggish nod, but the flush on her face didn’t go unnoticed. Instinctively, Sungmin pressed his palm to her forehead, and his expression changed.

"Hmm… you have a slight fever."

His arm enveloped her, while his other hand rested on her warm cheek. "You should be in bed, not here," he murmured, a note of concern in his voice.

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

The elevator doors slid shut, and he glanced at his watch, his jaw tightening. Five minutes left. If traffic hadn’t been a nightmare and his assistant hadn’t forgotten an important document, they wouldn’t be cutting it this close.

Sky tried his best to keep his expression neutral, relaxing his eyebrows each time he caught himself frowning again. Inside the elevator, they were the only ones present, as his assistant and the team assigned to Jennie had gone ahead to set up for the presentation with the new sponsor.

Sky sighed as he leaned against the elevator wall and tilted his head to look at her. She didn’t say anything but stepped closer to him. Remaining silent, he watched her delicate fingers as she quickly adjusted his tie—something he wouldn’t usually wear.

“Thank you,” he said softly, glancing up at her with a small smile as his stress began to dissipate because she met his gaze with a reassuring smile of her own.