#original author

Other Frankie, crying: No, no, no, no. . . Lucky, don’t leave me.

Henry Hotline: Frankie, leave him; we can’t do anything about it.

Cartoon Frankie: Let him grieve, he’ll eventually stop.

Soulmate

Part Three

Jongho had easily slid into his part as Yeosang’s boyfriend with ease. Like water rushing through cracks. They hadn't labeled anything, but Yeosang didn't know what could possibly be a better way to describe their relationship as they walked hand in hand. Yeosang looked up at him affectionately as they walked.

"Yeosang?" The voice drew Yeosang’s attention away from Jongho's gaze. There stood San. He was holding a bag from the shop he just stepped out from.

"San?" Yeosang asked as his heart fluttered at just the sight of him, Jongho’s grip on his hand grew tighter. Yeosang immediately calmed himself before giving a friendly smile. He sees San’s eyes flicker to their entwined for a moment. The pull was there, inevitably. The guilt hit like a tenfold. He had been ignoring putting all his attention into his job and Jongho. Why did this perfect day have to be ruined?

"San? What are you doing here?" Yeosang asked casually, and his friendly smile widened when he saw Wooyoung coming out of the same store. "Wooyoungie!" Yeosang said, moving to give a hug, but Jongho refused to release his hand. "Jongho. Let me say hi to my best friend." He whispered before placing a quick and promising kiss on his cheek. "I only need you." He whispered, and Jongho let out a small grunt and released his hand. Yeosang turned and hugged Wooyoung tightly.

"Yeosanggie! I haven't heard from you for almost a week!" Wooyoung said before he noticed Jongho.

"Oh? Who's this?"

"Oh! This is Jongho. He's–"

"His boyfriend." Jongho said quickly as he took Yeosang’s hand back in his. Wooyoung grinned, dimples deep as the seas.

"Ohhh, I get it now. I don't blame you. I've been a bit busy with mine too." Wooyoung said resting a hand on San’s chest and leaning his hea don his shoulder with eyes filled with love. It felt like a knife being plunged into Yeosang’s heart. He forced a smile and quickly got touchy with Jongho too.

"Yes, he knows how to keep me busy. In fact, we're on a date right now. We were about to head to the cafe.. he's never been there." Yeosang said as he looked at Jongho with a smile, a real one, to his surprise.

The four of them ended up walking together, Wooyoung happily chatting with Jongho about music while Yeosang trailed slightly behind, his arm brushing Jongho’s with every step. San was quiet, his eyes flicking between Yeosang and Jongho with something unreadable sitting heavy in his gaze.

When they reached the café, Wooyoung practically bounced inside. "Come on, come on! This place has the best pastries—you’ll love it," he chirped, tugging San by the hand toward the counter, talking to Jongho.

Yeosang slid into a booth across from them, Jongho pressing close at his side before dropping an arm around his shoulders. It was casual, easy for anyone else to see as affectionate, but to Yeosang it felt like a brand. He tried to steady his breathing as San sat down opposite, Wooyoung tucked happily against him.

"So how long have you two been together?" Wooyoung asked cheerfully, popping a straw into his drink.

Yeosang opened his mouth, but Jongho beat him to it. "Not long," he said, thumb rubbing small circles on Yeosang’s shoulder. "But I knew from the beginning I wanted him. And when I want something…" His voice dipped, a flash of something dangerous sparking in his eyes as he glanced at Yeosang. "I don’t let it slip away."

Yeosang felt his throat tighten. He forced a laugh, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. "He’s persistent," he said lightly, glancing down into his drink rather than across the table.

Wooyoung grinned, oblivious, but San’s hand paused on his cup. His eyes flicked to Yeosang again—catching the flicker of unease in his face before Yeosang looked away.

The table filled with Wooyoung’s chatter, Jongho’s steady presence, and San’s silence. Yeosang tried to convince himself this was fine, this was better—he had someone who wanted him, someone who chose him openly. He tried not to notice how San’s gaze burned against his skin every time he dared to glance up. Yeosang’s once familiar and safe space was now feeling like a cage between San's gaze and Jongho's arm.

Wooyooung and Jongho were chatting like there was no tomorrow, getting well acquainted. Yeosang sat there quietly, smiling as his best friend and 'boyfriend' got along well.

San leaned forward, eyes soft but intent. "So… what did you think of the new exhibit at the gallery? You’re always noticing the little details others miss. Jongho just mentioned you guys went togetehr to see it."

Yeosang opened his mouth, and without thinking, words spilled out before he even realized. "The lighting… it made the sculptures look… alive," he said, fingers tracing the edge of his cup.

Jongho’s hand shot down, squeezing his thigh sharply. Yeosang flinched mid-sentence, his body stiffening. His eyes darted to Jongho, who gave him a small, satisfied smile. Careful, the look warned.

Shaking slightly, Yeosang tried to adjust, but his voice had already betrayed him. "And… the shadows. They… they added depth."

San’s eyes widened just a fraction. He leaned closer, picking up on the nuances Yeosang hadn’t meant to voice aloud—the honesty that slipped past Jongho’s grip. "Depth?" San’s voice was low, coaxing, reaching for him. "Tell me more."

Jongho squeezed his thigh again, a subtle pressure, just enough to remind Yeosang where the line was. Yeosang blinked, feeling heat rise to his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop himself. The words continued to tumble out almost on their own. "The corners… they made the figures seem… real, like you could reach out and touch them. That all I really noticed." Yeosang said. "Honestly I was a bit too focusing on something else.." Yeosang said slowly, looking at Jongho, remembering how he was rubbing through his pants as they looked at the new display.

Wooyoung chuckled at something else, oblivious, while Jongho’s hand stayed firmly planted, a constant, controlling weight. But Yeosang didn’t notice the hand now. His mind was half-focused on San’s voice, and his heart thudded painfully as he realized how much of himself he was letting slip—even if only subconsciously.

Jongho’s smile never faltered, lips brushing the side of Yeosang’s temple in a soft, claiming kiss. "See?" he murmured. "You’re talking. You just need me to guide you."

Yeosang swallowed, chest tight, feeling both exposed and trapped. He didn’t even realize half the things he’d said were true. And San… San’s eyes were still on him, watching, reaching, pulling, making him question what he wanted, and what he was giving up.

Yeosang’s chest tightened, not from conversation this time, but from the pressure of Jongho’s hand on his thigh. Each squeeze was small, almost casual, but precise—like a command wrapped in affection.

He tried to focus on San’s question, on Wooyoung’s laughter, on anything but the warmth pooling lower in his body, but it was impossible. His skin tingled under Jongho’s touch, his breath catching in ways that made his words falter.

"Yeosang… you’re quiet again," Jongho murmured, brushing his lips lightly along the side of Yeosang’s neck. His hand squeezed again, firmer this time.

Heat burned through Yeosang, an awareness he couldn’t ignore. His heart raced, cheeks flushing, and he felt a pull toward Jongho he couldn’t rationalize—desire laced with fear and guilt.

He almost jumped when Jongho whispered in his ear, "Come on. Let’s… step out for a minute. I need you." The words, the hand, the pressure—it all had him moving almost subconsciously, following Jongho toward the bathroom at the back of the café.

"We'll be right back." Yeosang excuse rhem quickly. Every step was heavy with tension, Yeosang’s mind racing, trying to tell himself to stop… but the ache between his legs was already too distracting.

Once inside, Jongho pressed the door closed behind them, the click echoing ominously. His hands didn’t let go. “You feel that?” he whispered, eyes dark, watching Yeosang’s every micro-movement. “That’s you… reacting to me. Don’t fight it. Let it happen.”

Yeosang swallowed hard, heat coursing through him, cheeks burning. He wanted to protest, to tell Jongho this was too much, but his body betrayed him. Every squeeze, every glance, every brush of lips against his neck had him trembling, wanting, already undone.

Jongho slid his hand into his waistband as he kissed him, gentle at first but the heat quickly increased. Yeosang got lost in the heat of the pleasure as Jongho storked him. He tried to bit his lip to silence the whimpers. "Jongho- w-wait-! Yeosang gasped at the pleasure. Jongho's hand slowly made his way towards Yeosang’s entrance. Yesonag snapped out of it as San’s worried face flashed through his mind.

"Wait, stop. Not here." Yeosang said as he grabbed Jongho’s wrist and pulled his hand from his waistband. Jongho smiled, but there was a glint of anger before turning tender.

"It's okay. You're mine. You only need me. I can wait for however long it takes." Jongho said as he kissed his lip tenderly.

They stepped out of the bathroom slowly, Yeosang’s legs still shaky, cheeks flushed, and chest hammering. Jongho stayed close, arm brushing his side, hand lingering lightly on his lower back as if to claim him in front of everyone—but not drawing attention.

Wooyoung was mid-laugh at something San had said, completely oblivious, while San’s eyes flicked to Yeosang for just a moment before returning to his conversation. That brief glance made Yeosang’s stomach twist—San had seen him, even if he didn’t know the full story.

Jongho leaned close, whispering just enough for Yeosang to hear: “You did well… keeping control. I like that.” His thumb brushed against Yeosang’s wrist lightly, a teasing, possessive touch that left Yeosang shivering.

Yeosang forced a small, shaky smile. “Thanks… I—uh, I’m fine,” he murmured, trying to steady his voice. Every step back to the booth felt like walking a tightrope. His heart still raced, every fiber of him still aware of Jongho’s teasing hands, the heat pooling in his stomach.

Jongho eased him into the booth, letting his arm drape around Yeosang’s shoulders as if nothing unusual had happened. Yeosang leaned in, pretending to listen to Wooyoung and San, laughing at the right moments, nodding when needed—but every so often, he could feel Jongho’s thigh press against his subtly under the table, a reminder of what had just happened, and what could happen again.

San’s eyes kept flicking to him across the table, quiet, unreadable. Yeosang caught the way San’s jaw tightened when he saw Jongho brushing against him, and the guilt coiled in his stomach. He laughed a little too loud at one of Wooyoung’s jokes, trying to bury the heat still simmering through him.

Jongho whispered softly, just enough for Yeosang’s ear, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.” And just like that, Yeosang’s chest tightened again, a mix of desire, fear, and longing, as he realized the tension wouldn’t leave him—not tonight, not ever, as long as Jongho was near.

They stayed there conversating for a few hours before they went separate ways. Yeosang gave Wooyoung a tight hug, enjoying his best friend's warmth. When they returned home, Yeosang unpacked everything Jongho had bought him on their date. Yeosang was kneeling as he placed some pieces of clothing in the bottom drawer.

Hi mind, wandered to San and Wooyoung. They seemed so happy together. We'll, at least Wooyoung, seemed extremely happy. He wonders if they are living together like him and Jongho are. He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but Jongho was there every day and night. He knows it happened after their first heavy make out in bed. Yeosang backed out from going all the way, too nervous and something else.. was just holding him back. But they ended up making out heavily and grinding against each other until he came so many times he fell asleep from exhaustion. He woke to Jongho underneath him.

He was really happy for Wooyoung. He was beyond happy he found someone. He just wasn't happy it had happened to be his soulmate.

"What are you thinking about?" Jongho asked as he slid on the ground and wrapped his arms around Yeosang’s waist. Yeosang jumped, a bit startled.

"Nothing really."

"Don't lie to me." Jongho said, his voice becoming darker, deeper, scarier. His arms tigetherning around Yeosang’s waist. Yeosang gasped slightly and squirmed in discomfort. "You were thinking about him weren't you?" Jongho demanded, his breath hot.

"I- no- of course not!" Yeosang said quickly, panic rushing in his body.

"You're lying. How do you even know who I'm talking about?" Fear struck in his heart. His heart raced in his chest, running for an escape. Jonghj manhandled him, picking him up and tossing him on the bed. He climbed on top of Yeosang and softly tucked some of Yeosang’s hair behind his ear.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" He asked sweetly. "You only need me." Yeosang swallowed, his hand quickly coming up to cup Jongho's neck.

"Only you." He swore as he pressed his forehead against Jongho. "I promise, I love you." Yeosang slipped out. He wasn't sure if he meant it or if it even felt right. Jongho eyes widened, seeing startled by Yeosang’s words before a smile slowly spread across his face. He pulled Yeosang’s up by his back and kissed him fiercely. As if he was trying to say something, but he couldn't use his words. Maybe, saying he loves Yeosang, too.

Yeosang arched his back as he kissed Jongho back. His hands almost immediately went to their assigned places on Jongho’s shoulders as the kiss only got more heated. Their heads moved from one side to the other as their tongues moved hungrily. Jongho’s hands slid under his shirt and Yeosang quickly stops his hand. "I'm sorry... I'm just not ready yet.." Yoesang whispered to Jongho, fear in his eyes of rejected him. What will happen when he rejects Jongho one too many times?

Hello all ! I'm Bricky, but you can call me Brick. I'm a fresh young adult, currently in university for medical sciences. I'm an acearo trans man, and since I'm on Tumblr I'm predictably clinically depressed, probably autistic, and have some other mental weirdness of the personality disorder type going on.

I've been here for a while now, but I thought a writeblr intro should be in order as I am very slowly re-organizing my blog.

I mostly write historical fiction, horror, and crime procedurals (all featuring whump), but I often branch out in attempts to try new things. Some of my favourite tropes/themes/subjects include Victorian aesthetics, obsession, social isolation, medical or psychiatric settings, cannibalism, and snakes (hence the dividers). So you know, only the cheeriest of things around here.

My current original WIPs (and their tags) are...

#dear cassedy : a murder mystery set in 1920's Toronto, centred on the area of St John's Ward, which was where most immigrants and impoverished of the time lived. I've been doing a lot of research about the history of marginalized groups in Toronto for this story, and research is like, my favourite part of historical fiction.

#echolalia : a creature feature, featuring the creature, set in a rather nebulous 80s-90s somewhere in Canada. Not quite sure what to do with it, but I'm currently ironing out character concepts.

#spirit phone (title pending) : as the name implies, a story (or series, still not sure) inspired by the album by Lemon Demon. I'm still trying to figure out what it's even about. There's cults and demons involved, that's all I'm certain about.

#psycho-therapy (title pending) : one of the first stories I ever made that I'm now re-working. Likely going to be focused on psychiatric abuse mixed with paranormal horror

#group projects : a general tag for a couple of unnamed stories that are based on random RPs I do with some of my friends. One is vaguely realistic and about a small drug trafficking ring. Another is an urban paranormal setting where monsters and other such creatures are a fact of life.

#writing about injuries : a series of posts about injuries and their effects, aimed primarily at whump authors.

I also write fanfic (predictably). I share them on my AO3, if you'd like to check them out. Some of my fandoms include Cookie Run (CRK/CROB), Psychonauts, Gravity Falls, Sky: Children of the Light, and Hollow Knight. I'm into some other stuff too, but not super interested in writing fic about it. Currently I'm working on...

#no cost too great | psychonauts : a Psychonauts fanfic focusing on Lucrecia's experience in Grulovia leading up to her assuming the title of Maligula.

#no mercy | cookie run : a Cookie Run Kingdom AU considering what things might be like if the Beasts were to win the final battle between the Cookie Alliance and forces of Darkness, mostly focusing on Beast x Ancient whump. I like seeing the Ancients suffer :)

So, those are my WIPs ! I hope something caught your eye. Throw me a follow or a reblog if you're interested in what I have to show :]

My asks are always open, feel free to send me questions or requests ! I can't guarantee a finished product, but you'll get some thoughtful rambles at the very least.

Masterpost!

|| Chapter 1 ||

I journal my thoughts, emotions, shopping list, plans, goals,

They’re collectively my spilled thoughts

My brain dump.

It’s a powerful task

Underrated, in fact

Off comes the mask

Feelings in tact

The life I want to lead

The way I want to live

Only took me what, a year? There still things that need to be tweaked in the next draft. Likely will do three drafts per book before settling on a final. My next job is to do the second draft of the second book and actually decide on an ending, but the gods know that’ll take probably another year.

I upload these drafts for FEEDBACK and SUGGESTIONS from the readers. Please, please, please give it a read and tell me what you think needs to be expanded on, changed, if there’s something I should add etc. Even if it’s a wall of text with all your good and bad thoughts, I’ll accept it. I’m trying to improve the story to the point of a good final draft here.

If you’re just stumbling across this post and have no idea what this is, hi! This is my passion project I began in 2012 as a literal child. I’m a now almost 22 year old autistic and queer author and artist and this is the first instalment in my massive fantasy project. Izroulia takes mythology form around the world and puts them into realms where all those mythical creatures exist! This first book focuses on a group of merfolk from the Greco Roman Izroulia, looking for their missing pod in Western Australia and fighting for their realm back. It’s set in 2009 for them nostalgic feels and features 3 (in this book) canon queer couples, neurodivergent characters and a bunch of callbacks to Greco Roman mythology (we all know queer NTs love that shit).