૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ Minsu wholeheartedly believes he is a monster. The primary reason he is so afraid of people and social interaction is that he doesn’t want to get close to someone and hurt them as his father did ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ Is it winter? Don’t waste your resources; he’s your personal fireplace/heater ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ Since he can’t express his emotions very well with words, he instead writes stories. It’s his favorite pastime, and if you can’t find him (and you know he isn’t hiding from others), he’s likely scribbling away ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ The reason why he has fewer scars than his older twin Minjae is because, during the attack from their werewolf father, Minjae stepped in the way to protect the younger twin, taking the brunt of the assault. Minsu blames himself for Minjae’s injuries, wishing he had stepped up instead of cowering back ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ When alert or angry, his pupils constrict, he gets jumpy, and he prepares to pounce. Gone is the composed exterior of his. When particularly furious, his eyes emit a green eye shine ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ His love language is spending time with the person he likes in silence. When he gets closer to someone, he shows them his hiding places in the forest ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ Don't ask him specifics about what he's writing, or he'll yap more than he has the entire month ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ His poker face is the one thing saving his reputation, because he can be very pathetic when interacting with others. Sometimes, he'd either walk away or mumble unintelligibly (before internally cussing himself out for it) because he didn't know what to do or say. Instead, it comes off as though he's annoyed with or dislikes the person in front of him ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ He adores running in the forest. If he invites you to one of his midnight runs, you've won ૮・ﻌ・ა• ⁃ Minjae is one of the closest people to Minsu and is the one person he never avoids. His brother could talk his ear off, and Minsu would just sit there attentively

If you've read this far, Minsu's giving you many hugs :D

Since the drawings are pretty small, let me know if I should make a separate post with the zoomed-in drawings

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you were nearly finished getting ready. You sprayed your face with setting spray, lightly misting over your freshly done makeup, before gently swiping over your favorite shade of lipstick across your lips.

Your longtime boyfriend, Sebastian, purchased the two of you tickets to see Hozier for your birthday a few months ago and the concert was finally tonight.

You laced up your Doc Martens over your sheer black panty hose right as he knocked on your bedroom door. Through the door you could hear him begin speaking.

”Hey, are you almost—“ but then the door was open and he looked taken aback.

”Is it too much?” You asked, spinning around once, letting your short dress bounce around above your knees.

”You look…wow.” Was all he could get out.

”It’s too much isn’t it?” you breathed out, looking at yourself again in the full length mirror sitting against the wall. “I have time to change.”

”Baby…” he started as he walked up behind you. “You look perfect. If he saw you, he’d write a song about you.”

Your cheeks burned crimson as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your hot cheeks. “Oh hush,” you replied.

Sebastian was never shy with the compliments and somehow, each day they became more and more creative and always caused butterflies to swarm around in the cage of your belly.

“Okay I think I’m almost ready. I need one last thing.”

You dug around in your closet until you found it. “It” being Sebastian’s denim jacket you oh so adored. It fit you in a perfectly oversized way and it smelled like him. All sandalwood and cedar with a hint of clean soap.

As you tugged it on, it was his turn to have his cheeks turn pink.

”You look better in that than I do.”

He took your hand in his warm and enveloping one and walked you to the front door before grabbing his keys off the hook.

He drove an old beater you always made fun of, but deep down you knew you would be sad if he ever sold it. It carried too many memories in it, from the first time he picked you up to him helping you move in, and you were nostalgic like that.

Sebastian led you down the steps of your shared apartment all the way down to where his car waited for you parked on the curb. He opened the door for you and ushered you inside before buckling your seatbelt and planting a kiss to your lips.

”You're spoiling me,” you teased.

”Spoiling you is my job, sweetheart,” he replied and gently shut the door.

The venue was a far drive from where you lived—about forty-five minutes, but with traffic for the concert you were expecting at least another half hour.

You turned the old radio up, too old to have bluetooth, and scrolled through stations until you found one that wasn’t full of static. Sebastian always let you have music control, though control was a loose term seeing as there weren't many options.

Sebastian’s hand then found its home against your clothed thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb against your thinly-covered skin.

”Did you look at the setlist?” He asked.

”No, I wanted to be surprised. But I am at least hoping for ‘Like Real People Do’. It’s our song,” you said.

He looked over at you and even in the dark of the car, you could see his charming smile. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

He turned the volume up on the radio and you sat back against the plush, velvety seat and stared out the window as suburbs turned into city lights and skyscrapers.

But Sebastian’s hand never strayed from your thigh. You placed your hand over it and began making shapes of your own against his skin. Hearts and circles, even a slow “I love you” were traced delicately across his hand with your pointer finger.

As the venue lights bloomed ahead like flowers in spring, you intertwined your fingers with his and slid them further into your lap.

”If he plays our song, will you dance with me? Even if it’s just swaying like trees?”

He lifted your joint hands to his lips and pressed sweet kisses over your knuckles. “Always, sweetheart.”

He pulled the car into the large lot already filled with cars and miraculously found a decent open spot. When he killed the engine, you sat for a beat listening as the engine cooled. He turned to you and looked in awe.

”You are so beautiful,” he cooed earnestly.

You leaned across the armrest in the middle and found his lips with yours. 

“Let’s go, Sallow, before you make me cry before Hozier does.”

He huffed a small laugh and opened his door before rounding the car and opening yours. He helped you out until your boots met the pavement, slick with rain from earlier. 

You joined the line of people curling toward the venue. Sebastian kept you tucked under his arm in the cool of the evening. Though his jacket wrapped loosely around you would’ve been warm enough, you didn’t mind the extra heat of his body around yours.

Inside, you were already buzzing, squeezing onto his hand in anticipation as you waited in the queue to find your seats.

Row by row you walked until you found your number.

”Want anything, baby? Water? Food?” Sebastian asked, once you were sitting down.

”Just a water please,” you replied.

He left you alone to sit in pure amusement at how good your seats were. They weren’t front row by any means, but they were still great seats. Hozier wasn’t going to look like a tiny bug.

When Sebastian returned, he had one water and a clear cup of amber beer foaming at the top like a snowy mountain peak.

The opener, someone you had never heard of, walked on the stage with quiet cheers. You stood next to Sebastian with your head on his shoulder as the opener played their set, quietly tapping your foot along to the beat.

It felt like as quickly as the opener came on she was done with a small bow and loud claps.

After a few silent moments, the house lights fell again, only illuminating the stage with a single spotlight.

Thousands of breaths were held at once as you all waited for Hozier to walk on.

And when he did, guitar in hand, the crowd turned to thunder.

You bumped your shoulder into Sebastian, another small “thank you” after the dozens you had already given him.

He started slowly, strumming lightly and bringing everyone together. It was calming and peaceful, in the sea of the crowd.

Sebastian stood beside you, anchoring you when the noise became too loud, holding you steady.

”Jackie and Wilson” was lively causing you to move on your toes in the small space around you.

When “Would that I” played, you danced around even more—the song made it hard not to. You sang every word like your life depended on it.

Sebastian watched you, completely mesmerized by you and your delicate twirling.

When the song was over, Sebastian wrapped his arms around you from behind to hold you. “I could watch you all day, sweetheart,” he said, and meant it.

And then the beginning strums of “Like Real People Do” rang out. You recognized the melody immediately and felt a ping in your chest. You turned to Sebastian with a beam across your face.

”He’s playing our song,” you said.

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead in a slow and sweet peck.

You faced forward again and listened as Hozier sang out the first lines.

Sebastian’s arms had never left their place around your waist from behind, but his chest was now pressed firmly to your back. “I promised you a dance. Let’s sway like trees.” He laughed into your hair.

You two began swaying side to side, letting your bodies move to the gentle beat.

You lost yourself in the music, reminiscing on everything that had transpired between you and Sebastian that had led up to that very moment. Every kiss, every fight. And then he pulled you back down from outer space.

It started with a hum, deep in his chest that sounded against you, until words started to form.

”Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do,” he sang sweetly into your ear. Electricity shot through your chest like your ribs were made of metal.

Your swaying continued, no performance or orchestration needed as you just felt the music and let it move you together. Your hand found his around your waist and you intertwined your fingers through his.

When Hozier sang the last line of the song and the guitar strum rang out through the arena like an echo, you looked up at Sebastian who was already looking down at you. He leaned over and pressed another kiss to your forehead.

The rest of the concert went by with a blur. Nothing could compare to the small dance with your boyfriend you shared.

The concert ended the way they always did, a feeling of emptiness in your stomach like you can’t believe what you just experienced was real like, but it was. Wishing you could relive it over and over again.

The big lights blinked on in a rush, illuminating the crowd like a new day.

You didn’t rush out right away. He let you sit for a moment, soaking it all in like a fresh sponge. You nearly forgot you had to leave until you were one of the last people left.

”You ready baby?” He asked, still not rushing you.

But you were ready, despite wishing it was the beginning of the night and not the end. He wrapped your hand in his and walked you out of the arena, knowing you’d be talking about this night for months if not years.

You let the tide of the leftover people carry you out into the still damp night, smelling the pavement. You rested your head on his shoulder as he hummed “Like Real People Do” all the way to the now empty car lot.

Your hair moved across your clothed shoulder as you buckled your seatbelt and readied for the car ride home. 

But after Sebastian started to car up, he didn’t pull out right away. Instead he stared at you like you placed the moon and stars in the sky above you.

“Hi,” you breathed with a chuckle.

”Hi, baby,” he replied, still drunk on you.

Your hand began tracing his jaw, tugging him towards you.

The first kiss was sweet and soft, like the night you had just shared. But then with his lips still on yours, he turned his head sideways to deepen it. He used a hand to unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling you even closer across the seat. The only thing that separated you was the arm rest sitting between you.

His thumb brushed across your cheek as his mouth moved passionately against yours and the air around you thickened with heat.

You sighed once on his lips which was enough for him to open his mouth, allowing his tongue to swipe across your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

His hair was soft around your fingertips as you tugged softly at the root. Sebastian groaned, low and wrecked, trying to pull you even closer. His hand skimmed your waist and scrunched up the fabric of your dress as the kiss turned hungrier.

You pulled away once, only to catch your breath. Your forehead found its way to his as you breathed in the same air. “Sebastian,” you whispered.

He kissed you again, muttering into your mouth. “Sweetheart.”

You pulled back enough to look at him again. The rain outside beat down on the car to the drum of your heart. “Backseat,” you pleaded. His eyes were dark and lips wet and swollen.

He smirked and pulled you in once more for another kiss, not ever getting enough of you. “Are you sure?”

You looked around and there were no other cars around and the parking garage lights were low. “I-I need you.”

He exhaled hard, almost a laugh, almost a groan, before kissing you a final time before opening his door up. You watched as he rounded the car and opened your door with a hand extended. “Come on, baby.”

Your heart lept as you took it and let him lead you the short distance to the backseat. 

He slid in first, all the way to the window and you slid in next across the seat.

It was silent at first as neither of you moved, only looking at each other across the car in darkness. Nothing keeping you apart anymore.

And then his lips crashed onto yours in a starving, needy kiss.

The seat creaked below you as you made your way onto his lap.

His hands roamed your body like it was the first time and he was discovering something entirely new to him.

At the same time, you heard the radio station start the next song. The delicate notes of “Cherry Wine” began. Hozier’s voice joined in not long after.

During the first verse, your jacket slowly came off and fell to the floor, so he could trace his fingers across your bare skin. The feeling of the feather-light tracing sent shivers down your spine.

His lips then found the slope of your neck. He kissed hard, sucking enough to make you gasp for air, then softened it down to little nibbles.

He started to hum the melody of the second verse, sending vibrations across your throat. His hand wrapped its way through your strands of hair while the other stayed looped around your waist, holding you as close to his body as he could.

”The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine,” he sang quietly against you, his breath hitting the wet spot he had left behind.

He looked away to look up at you. “Open hand or closed fist would be fine.”

The hand in your hair sailed across your throat until his thumb found your bottom lip, dragging it down as he turned his head and stared into your eyes. “The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”

“Sebastian,” you breathed.

His lips connected to yours again in the darkness of the car.

”Sweet and right and merciful, I’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing,” he whispered against your lips with a tiny chuckle.

You kissed him again, not able to keep yourself off him for a second.

And as the song came to a close, your lips were still moving with his. You couldn’t name the next song that played, or even the song after. Any noise after “Cherry Wine” was drowned out by the movements between you.

The air shifted again, so noticeably you almost felt it physically against your skin.

Sebastian must’ve felt it too as he started peppering kisses down your bare skin again.

Your hands were placed on his shoulders, holding yourself steady as he licked once across your throat.

Your hands started digging into the tops of his shoulders as you began to grind your hips across his lap.

”Fuck,” he groaned. His hands found your chest next, starting with a knead but quickly turning into him reaching a hand down the low v-cut of your dress. 

His thumb brushed over your nipple once and you whimpered out as he toyed with your sensitive bud. He watched you writhe above him as he twisted it lightly between his thumb and forefinger.

His hands left you bare as he pulled them out from your dress. His eyes never left yours as he grabbed the thin straps and pulled them to the side, letting the fabric pool at your waist.

He looked at you with reverence, not knowing where to begin.

The cool air brushed along your skin, but then his mouth was there—hot and worshipful. He kissed over every bit of you, teeth grazing the sensitive parts before he allowed his tongue to peek out. His hand held you tightly as his swirled his tongue around your nipple.

You arched into him, gasping at the contact.

“Please,” you begged.

Your pleas nearly undid him. He groaned against your nipple, sending shockwaves to your core. Then his touch slid down to where you wanted him. “Say it again for me.”

”Please, Sebastian,” you breathed.

He swore under his breath and slumped his forehead against your shoulder as he fumbled with your stockings.

Riiiiip.

The fabric was completely torn, nearly in two.

”Couldn’t wait,” he said, voice almost breaking. “I need you now.” You felt as his fingers inched closer to your aching core, before sliding through your slick heat. “So ready for me, baby.”

You clutched at his shoulders again, nodding once before kissing him again with the passion of a starved woman. His lips stayed connected as you heard the rustling of his belt buckle below you followed by the zip of his jeans.

The space was tight, only urging the closeness between you. He rubbed the head of his cock around your core a few times, teasing you just a little before starting to ease himself in.

You both cried out as he stretched you out little by little. You clung on to him, burying your face in his neck as he held your hips steady. “Good girl,” he rasped, kissing your temple. “Take me. Fuck, that’s it.”

You eased down on him even slower, feeling every vein pulsing, making his cock even harder.

When you were sitting completely on his lap, you looked down into his soft, brown eyes, illuminated by the low, warm lights, and began to rock back and forth, finding your rhythm. Each movement had his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

”Sebastian,” you moaned out.

His hand snaked its way into your hair again, tugging just enough to make you gasp. He kissed you hard, swallowing down every sound that escaped your lips.

But the ceiling was too low and as you leaned back, feeling the moment, you bumped your head with a low thud. You froze a second, shocked, and then laughed a little before he pulled you down again.

”Stay close,” he panted, holding you tightly against his heaving chest. “Just stay with me, baby.”

You found your pace again, grinding back and forth with him inside of you, feeling every sensation against your walls. 

“There, just like that. Use me,” he whispered in your ear.

He watched as you continued moving, letting yourself feel the shockwaves build up inside of you.

And then you felt his thumb begin to rub circles around your clit. 

“S-shit. S-Sebastian,” you barely got out.

”Do you like that sweetheart?” He cooed.

You bit your lip and nodded your head against his.

”Are you going to come for me?” 

You nodded again, unable to muster up the words.

You could only moan, nothing in the dictionary—a sound deep from within you. 

The tightness started winding up slowly and then all at once until you could barely stand it.

Below you, you could tell Sebastian was getting close too by the way his hips took over where yours had faltered and he began driving into you erratically. 

You tightened around him as you felt your release begin to boil over.

”That’s it baby, such a good girl,” he grunted with clenched teeth.

You closed your eyes and felt the waves take over your whole body. You saw stars behind your lids as you rode out your high on Sebastian’s cock.

Warmth then filled you as he released, spewing all inside of you and leaking out.

When you were both panting messes and he was empty, leaving you full, he kissed you one more time before pulling out of you.

He cleaned the two of you off with an old blanket he had hiding under the seat and helped you redress in the backseat of his car.

When you were both settled back in the front seat, he looked at you once more like he had earlier, in complete and utter awe of you.

”I think Cherry Wine might be our new song, sweetheart,” he said as he put the car into drive.

”A song about a toxic relationship?” You asked with a brow raised.

”Baby, the only thing I’ll be able to think of when I hear that song is how beautiful you looked tonight. How beautiful you always look.”