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Seonghwa

Seonghwa would be such a tease giving oral. He'd have you on your back, making sure you were comfortable before telling you to keep your wrists crossed above your head. He'd take his sweet time, pressing kisses across your skin and sucking hickeys into your inner thighs until you were squirming and begging for relief. He'd be constantly switching up his technique, making sure you never know what he's going to do next. One second he's drawing circles around your clit with his tongue and the next he's got two fingers inside you hitting your g-spot with expert precision. He'd most definitely wait until you were right on the edge before pulling away to "catch his breath" and letting your orgasm slip away. When he actually did let you cum it'd hit you so hard you'd nearly pass out from the intensity of the pleasure having been built up for so long.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong would be so cocky about it. He'd settle himself between your legs, making direct eye contact with you as he licks a stripe up your pussy. He'd want you to keep your eyes on him so he could see just how good he's making you feel. He's gonna draw it out as long as he can, some days he'll do so by edging you over and over and other times he'll pull orgasm after orgasm from your body. He wants to hear every noise you make, the second you try to cover your mouth with your hand or bite back a noise he's gonna pull away and remind you not to do that. He's gonna use his fingers and any toys he can think of alongside his mouth to make sure you're feeling as much pleasure as possible. He loves it when you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug to really show how good you're feeling.

Yunho

Yunho wants you to sit on his face. His grip on your thighs will be tight and you'll need to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself stable as he eats you out. Oral is one of his favorite things and he's so eager to please, he'll have spent so much time figuring out what techniques make you feel the best. He's still going to be really sloppy with it, his nose rubbing against your clit as he fucks you with his tongue.  If he was in the right mood he'd likely tighten his grip on your thighs as he made you cum, holding you there as he pushed you into overstimulation.  If at any point you worry about like making it hard for him to breathe or anything like that he's absolutely the type to say shit like "It would be an honor to go out buried between your thighs." By the time he's done with you you're gonna be too exhausted to do anything other than flop down next to him.

Yeosang

Yeosang wants to hear you beg for him. He's gonna tease you for so long you'd be practically in tears by the time he lets you cum. There'd be so many feather light touches and soft kisses and he'd coo at how wet you are without him even touching you yet. If he's in a more dominant mood he'd give you challenges while he's going down on you like you're not allowed to touch him or you're not allowed to make any noise. Then he'd do everything in his power to get you to fail those challenges just to remind you of how good he is. If he's in a more submissive mood he's gonna want you to ride his face and tug on his hair and practically suffocate him with your pussy. Either way he knows exactly what to do to make you feel incredible and if he's feeling nice he'll have you cumming before you know it.

San

San would be the biggest tease. He's the type to hear you moan out his name and stop whatever he was doing to be like "What's up?" with a cocky smirk on his face. He love love loves it when you tug on his hair when he's going down on you. To him if his hair isn't the messiest it's ever been after he's done with you then he didn't do enough. He wants to hear every noise you make and feel every twitch of your muscles as he pleasures you. Every once in a while he'd want you to sit on his face but mostly he likes holding you down by your hips and teasing you until you beg for him. By the time he finally gets to actually eating you out your thighs are gonna be covered in marks from all of his teasing. He's the type to want you to be soaking wet before he even touches you.

Mingi

Mingi is so so so eager to eat you out. He could spend hours teasing you with his tongue and making you cum over and over again. The noises he'd make would be so lewd anyone even just walking by the room would know exactly what you're doing. He just loves to taste you and he loves the noises you make and feeling your body trembling after you've cum at least twice if not more times. He wants constant praise while he's going down on you, like you constantly telling him how good he's making you feel. He wants you to tug on his hair to keep him right where you want him so he can eat you out like it's his last meal. He'd make you cum so many times that you'd lose count but each orgasm would be better than the last. Your legs would be shaking by the time he's done and then he'd take care of you and treat you like the royalty you are.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung doesn't really have a ton of experience so he's gonna be more nervous and hesitant. He'll accidentally edge you by stopping to ask if he's doing okay. And once he realizes what he did he's gonna do it on purpose the next time. If you let him be in control he's gonna be an absolute shit about it, constantly smirking at you and sarcastically asking if you feel good every time you make a particularly loud noise. He's the type to finger you while his tongue focuses on your clit so that he can stop to say things without actually stopping the stimulation for you. He's gonna try and tease you and edge you until you finally tug him by the hair and hold him in place until he gets you off. Most of the time he just wants you to take control anyways so if he has to be a brat until you snap then he will.

Jongho

Exactly eight hundred cranes later, Mingi starts to look thinner but his smile is still radiant as ever. You start to worry, there’s no change on the list. His friends and family are still desperately hopeful yet so are you. ‘We still have time.’ How much time does Mingi have?

“Don’t get too attached.”

You close the door of room four silently, nodding at the blue scrubs clad man waiting outside. The nurse accompanying him looks appalled at the blunt words but you know he means well. Mingi is not giving up and neither is the doctor in front of you, you too are far from giving up. Even if hoping hurts, you keep on hoping. There’s no other way other than to stay strong.

Mingi’s laughter reaches you as he greets the new guest, the nurse bowing slightly before disappearing behind the door. You walk out of the VIP ward with a lighter heart. His words ringing in your mind as clear as the blue sky outside.

He has a hand over his chest, feeling his heart beating with the assistance of the VAD machine. The jar of paper hearts is almost full, the lid is never screwed on.

“Don’t you think it’s amazing? You can be hooked up to a VAD or ECMO to help the heart pump blood. Cardiopulmonary bypass to artificially keep the body alive while the heart is temporarily stopped. Modern medicine has come a long way.”

He folds another pink heart, taking his time and you observe his hands, soft golden skin from being kissed by the sun and long fingers that bends gracefully. You diligently watch how he folds his paper heart. He holds it up between his fingers and against the light, he peers into it with searching eyes. The same gaze pierces through you almost as if he’s looking at your soul. He probably is.

“Metaphorically, it can be broken many times and it will still beat. Mended and stitched together with time, a salve of healing words and acceptance. It always seems to know when something is starting and when it’s ending. Terrifyingly brilliant.”

Mingi isn’t in his room when you loop through the final crane. The only pink crane in the bunch. He pouted when you asked for a leaf of pink paper but gave it to you nonetheless with a bright grin. One thousand cranes for one wish. You know your wish for him at that moment but you didn’t tell him.

You sit on his made bed, staring out of the window. The sky is painted in many different shades, only a few visible to human eyes. Other than blues and oranges, the sky is overtaken by a gentle pink. Heart coloured. You glance at the jar of paper hearts, full to the rim and still not closed. You smile, knowing Mingi he would say, ‘let the love overflow!’ You continue to watch the sun slowly sinking beyond the horizon, lighting the other half of the works while yours turn dark. When the light disappears, your phone rings. Your heart knows before your mind does.

“Get your suit.”

Amongst the sea of black and white, Mingi’s soft smile shines the brightest and unmoving. His eyes were in permanent soft crescents, still twinkling even in monochrome. A pile of white chrysanthemums lay unobtrusively around the photo frame. When the rest of the hospital staff, families and friends have left to a different room for their bereavement meal, you stay behind to bask in the comfortable silence between you and Mingi.

You sit down in front of the long table with flowers. Pulling out a heart coloured origami, his smile seems to brighten slightly though it is all in your mind. Your fingers mimic his movements, folding them into what he folds diligently. A heart. You place them on the table. You don’t know if your heart feels heavy or light. It might not feel like anything at all. You’ve braced it for this moment.

“You should eat, he told me to make sure you eat. He got your favourite.”

You think Mingi just smiled. You look up to one of his closest colleagues, he is looking straight at the monochromatic photo with a slight frown. Mingi is a vibrant person after all. He holds a fist out, he nods toward the photo. From Mingi.

A pink paper heart lands on your palm. A gift that keeps on giving. You can only chuckle at the ‘open my heart’ scribbled neatly on it. You unfold it gently, his handwriting speaking to you with the deep voice you can hear in your mind.

‘Hello! Knock knock! Can I come inside your heart? Now you have my heart in your hand. I don’t want you to be sad! I went happily under much loving care and precious time. I don’t have any regrets even though I wrote my will at such a young age, it’s still a blessing to be able to write one. I have a selfish request to ask of you, it’s mentioned on the other paper too… Will you take my position as the chief of cardiothoracic surgery? You have every reason to turn it down, I will respect your decision. This is burdensome but I now live through you. Thank you for housing me within your hopeful heart even when you know how it would end. Your heart is strong! Keep on loving for me!’

“It was a match, the donor’s heart. But due to complications during the procurement, it had to go to a different centre. I suppose he wants to love with his own heart till the very end…”

You nod, eyes blurring momentarily before you blink the haze away. There are many unexpected variables in a hospital. Even if the margin of human error is minimised to its barest existence, life and death will always be out of human control.

“He left the jar for you.”

Of course, he would and you can’t help but laugh, out of the sheer preparation and endless thoughtfulness Mingi put forth.

‘Everyone always thought of what they have achieved so far and what they want to or will leave behind, I’m lucky enough to be able to think of that. Don’t be sad for me. Don’t grief for me for too long. Let there be more hearts to open in your good days than in bad. The sun will always shine again just like how the heart will warm and beat once more.’