#sqnctuary

IN THE SOURCE LINK … ~150 gifs of SUPHA SANGAWORAWONG / EST SUPHA ( b.2001, thai, cisman ).

sourced from naughty babe + some of thamepo.

gifs are sized 285x175 px and cropped, sharpened, and edited by me.

content warnings: none

" you look nice tonight . " haewon greeted herscherik with a kind smile and held out her arm for him to take , their routine coming along more comfortably in these last months to where she wasn't feeling as pushed to compliment him . she hadn't been lying ; he did look good , everything her family expected of her partner , current or future .

even if both their families knew it was all a part of a ruse . they were too young to marry , yet their family's connections were crucial in these upcoming years that the young couple were forced to take part in a relationship that had been completely foreign .

she hadn't cared for it in the beginning . herscherik was kind , respectful , but there hadn't been any real spark . haewon was an outgoing person who loved spending time with the people she cared about while he seemed to prefer time to himself , alone . it had been painful at first -- trying to get him to open up , coerce some conversation out of the man only to be met with a monotone , yet polite response .

perhaps he was beginning to feel more comfortable with the arrangement as time went on . it had been over a year by now , the two playing their roles as a two young people in love on track to spend the rest of their lives together . perfectly written out for them ; every little girl's dream . when in reality , it was nothing but the two of them meeting very publicly when they were expected to .

by now , despite the false facade her family was aware of , the more they played in to it . the most haewon was questioned about his company , hinting towards a future engagement . with the way she'd grown up , she should've expected something like this .

It was supposed to be the day he finally became a person. Instead, it was the day he was officially appraised as property.

The legal right to drink his sorrows away felt like a cruel joke when his father had already forced him to swallow a much more bitter vintage. As he stood there, the hollow "happiness" in his eyes didn't just fade; it was extinguished, replaced by the leaden, weary glaze of a man watching his own execution.

The news of the betrothal hit him with the force of a physical blow. Of course, the General had been busy. While Ivan had been dreaming of a sliver of autonomy, his father had been over a map, moving Ivan’s life like a wooden piece across a tactical board.

He saw it in his sister’s eyes—that jagged, sharp pity that hurt worse than a slap. He watched his father, the Great Land’s General, preening amongst the "upper echelon." The man didn't have blood in his veins; he had ink and ledger lines. He didn't see a son; he saw a bridge to a higher social standing, a bargaining chip to be tossed into the hands of a stranger.

The suit he’d worn this morning felt like a shroud. He had actually—stupidly, naively—thought it was a gift. A gesture of pride. Now, the silk felt like molten plastic, searing his skin, marking him as sold.

Every corner of the residence mocked him. The regal banners, the light forced into the bleak corners of the hall, the smell of exquisite spices—it was all a stage set for his sale. He looked at the feast and felt a surge of bile.

"You look befitting for your in-laws," his father had barked, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

The touch felt like a brand. Ivan wasn't a son. He was a product that had finally reached its peak market value.

"Your betrothed is there, by the balcony," his mother whispered, her voice a silk ribbon strangling his neck. She had perfected the art of the blind eye, a silent partner in the General's tyranny.

Ivan looked at her and felt a cold, jagged spike of hatred. Did she enjoy the theater? Or was she just relieved it wasn't her on the block today? He realized then that to his father, they were all replaceable. If Ivan broke, the General would simply sire another heir with one of his many 'distractions.' He was a line item in a budget, nothing more.

His mother’s hand, once a source of comfort, now felt like a guard's escort as she led him toward the balcony. Every step of his polished boots sounded like a nail being driven into a coffin.

He didn't look at the shadow waiting for him. He couldn't. He stared out at the garden—the beautiful, manicured, suffocating garden—and spoke to the air, his voice trembling with a cocktail of exhaustion and pure, unadulterated loathing.

"Don't look at me," he spat, the words tasting like copper. "Just look at the flowers. Tell me, what lie did he tell you to make you agree to this? What did my father promise you in exchange for my life?" He gripped the stone railing until his knuckles turned white, his breath coming in shallow, ragged stabs.

using the chest press machine, kai continued working the weights with all his strength in an attempt to put on more muscle in his shoulders and his chest. it wasn't like he really had to do so, but he enjoyed the gym and the way it lifted a tremendous amount of weight off his shoulders after a long rehearsal. sweat dripped away from his jaw and down to his chin, remnants of beads of perspirations clinging to his body beneath his shirt as the material stuck quite firmly to his figure.

kai had been working out for nearly two hours, listening to one ear bud but leaving the other ear free for people to communicate with him, should they feel like it. struggling to do the last of his reps, his teeth clenched and the idol pushed himself for the last set before leaning back on the machine and releasing the weights with a loud clank.

with all the other people in the vicinity, the air felt nearly humid and the scent of sweat mixed with random variations of fabric softeners clung to his nose. it was an odd smell and yet, still felt comforting all the same. hip-hop music faintly played in his left ear bud and kai sat up straight from the machine, quickly grasping for his water bottle beside himself. undoing the cap, he nearly chugged the substance down within seconds.

as other folks murmured amongst themselves or worked solo on different machinery, the dark haired rapper knew it was time to move to the leg press machine. running a smooth hand through some of his now slick hair, he reached for the wash cloth that sat in his bag near his feet. wiping it across his face, there was an immediate relief of the beads that had clung to him still as even his eyelashes felt damp.

before being able to stand up and cross the vicinity to the next machine, kai heard the familiar voice of seungmin loudly clashing in his free ear. he almost winced at the heightened tone, looking to the side from where the other idol had entered the workout area. tsk. of all people to run into tonight, why did it have to be his ex?

people on the bicycles had stopped pedaling suddenly from seungmin's broadcasted announcement. others halted on the stair lifts or the other machines strewn throughout the large building. tilting his head up at the other idol, he almost held a cocky grin as it spread across his lips. canting his head back even further, his eyes locked onto the other male's instinctively nearly. god, how much kai hated that.

what was once fun and affectionate, steamy and mutual between them had gone straight to shit after the pair had debuted with different agencies. it wasn't even fans that pit them against each other mostly, it was their companies and their ceos too. the thought alone churned his stomach because at one point, kai really had felt attached to seungmin and like his heart had been safeguarded by the other.

"heh, imagine that." was all he replied with before bringing the rim of the plastic bottle up to his lips and taking the last remnants of water within the container into his mouth. swallowing, he stood up finally, the back of his attire nearly drenched compared to the front of the fabric. "the fuck you want me to do about it?" there was almost a snarl in his voice, something venomous that kai wished wasn't present, his eyes narrowing at the other quite firmly.

where he was once fond of seungmin, now there were only shattered fragments left between them; unspoken words that had never been fully fleshed out after their break-up. kai had wanted to remain neutral with the other idol afterwards but as luck would have it, the rest of the world saw otherwise -- including his boss. after all, nothing made headlines sound more exciting than two idols clashing these days.

passing by seungmin with a brush of his shoulder to the other idol's, he shuffled over to the nearest waste basket and threw the plastic bottle into the bin with a soft thud echoing inside its walls. turning on his heel to face the other, he arched a brow slowly. "what? you want me to kiss it and make it better?" shaking his head, a low rolling chuckle vibrated from his chest then. "hate to tell you, seungmin, but it doesn't work that way anymore."

there was almost a hollow wrench in his heart for a moment, a leaking of feelings still lingering towards the man. even though they were speaking rather loudly, the other gym goers seemed to go back to their own stations and continue on as if there wasn't an argument in the middle of the fucking place. it almost made kai sad, if he were honest. the two had shared the same passion for music, for wanting to do what they loved and both had the opportunity presented around the same time.

inching closer to seungmin, he looked at his ex through his damp black fringe in front of his face. "you decided to break things off, right?" kai reminded in a sharp question then. "that means i don't have to cater to anything you need any longer. so, perhaps it wasn't just a scratch? so, what?" tilting his head gently, he popped his lips once. "can't ruin that pretty face of yours though, can we?" kai's eyes traced the mark on his cheek, still unaware as to how he'd obtained it while working out. his thumb reached out and grazed the spot near the scrape, an almost amused look flashing through his dark orbs following the trace of his thumb before he let his hand go limp and fall away.

reaching into his synch bag, he whipped out an ointment for small scrapes and scratches. while he felt seungmin was quite dramatic about the small gash, kai also couldn't blame him. for, they all had an appearance to keep up with these days and one wrong move, you'd be knocked down a few pegs in the business and perhaps even lose sales. putting the item between them, he held it out willingly.

his coal colored hues flared lightly, "you can take it or leave it. your choice." pausing, his lifted eyebrow settled then and his face remained calm, not disgruntled any longer. "just don't say i never gave you anything." was the last of his words, hoping seungmin would just accept the cream and move on with his own workout routine or go on about whatever reason he was at the gym so late like kai. he had a feeling it wasn't going to sway seungmin from his own rebuttal or argument in response.

that very faint ghosting sound of the zipper and then the silk trailing down the socialite’s frame caused haneul to absentmindedly lick her lower lip as she drank in the sight; moonlight bouncing off each curve it reached. she looked surreal and nearly otherworldly, something so beautiful it caused haneul’s entire face to flush.

that little smirk though — that was what steeled the brunette’s composure once more and she found herself greedily reaching for pauline, digits claiming part of the lacy fabric at her hips with an intentional tug, pulling her flush against herself again.

her hands dove down to the small of her back and smoothed down her body before she kissed the other woman this time with an intensity that spoke of nothing but longing and desire for the darling socialite herself. her teeth nibbled at the other’s lower lip between kisses when finally her palms reached the back of pauline’s thighs.

gripping them tightly, haneul kissed her harder than before, sinking every ounce of yearning she had been clinging onto from the other since they’d last had an encounter. slender digits smoothed back to the fabric of the lace, memorizing the texture as she got lost in the sensations flooding her entirety. her nose brushed pauline’s before she tilted her head to deepen the kiss in the greediest manner.

an almost frustrated growl was muffled against the gorgeous woman’s lips, haneul only finally pulling away because she needed oxygen, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm. pressing her forehead into pauline’s, the tips of her fingers ran beneath the lace material as she toyed with, unapologetically. she wished she could rip it off but knew it was far too elegant to ruin such an article.

“what do you want me to do, hmm, pauline?” her voice almost cracked from the heat radiating off the woman who drove her absolutely insane in moments like these. suddenly, in one swift movement, reaching behind one of pauline’s knees, haneul lifted pauline’s leg and hooked it around her own waist; eyes etched with nothing but a need to fulfill her deepest desires.

in another rapid movement, the photographer lifted pauline and locked her other leg around her waist, propping her up to peer up at her; arms carrying her weight effortlessly. crossing the room to the closest wall, haneul pinned pauline’s back to it, feverish grin reaching her lips before she bit down on her own bottom lip.

her eyes searched pauline’s, awaiting her reaction to haneul’s boldest move yet. both her brows rose on her face as she then pushed pauline’s back further into the hard surface. smoothing her hands over pauline’s forearms, haneul slid them into her palms and then too, pinned her arms to the wall. tilting her own head up a fraction, she smirked almost confidently. “you need to tell me what you want…” her voice low and husky, proving how into the moment haneul was.

there was absolutely no way haneul wanted her to feel bored while that sly smile from the taxi ride spread across her own face once more. her lips grazed pauline’s collarbone but didn’t seal against the spot before dropping to her other shoulder this time. haneul’s lips glided across the surface and across that shoulder as she hoped it would start to prove how much she craved this woman.

“you told me if i wanted you to tell me more,” she reminded her through her breathy panting, “that i would hear more if i worked harder…” haneul then trailed off in a raspy, low tone, nothing that sounded like her usual. no, this was her voice fueled by a desire that some women like pauline could only fulfill. releasing one of her hands, haneul’s fingertips smoothly crept up one of her lover’s thighs, sliding beneath the lace panties at the other woman’s hip.

“so,” haneul paused intentionally, fingers hooking around the light fabric and sliding it down a ways so that her palm could caress pauline’s now bare hip, “am i working hard enough yet?” she wondered in that same rasp of an almost inaudible whisper. without waiting for an answer, her mouth found the top of pauline’s chest, teeth barely grazing down to the top of one of her breasts that was still frustratingly concealed by her lace top.

ᯓ☆ it  doesn’t  often  invoke  the  name  of  other  gods,  if  only  because  THOSE  ASSHOLES  never  feel  inclined  to  answer  (  neither  do  the  greeks  but,  hey,  those  guys  at  least  have  SOME  measure  of  its  respect  ).  right  now,  however,  is  not  OFTEN  and  their  situation  is  not  -  as  the  kids  would  call  -  good.  let  the  camera  pan  to  a  soaked  stray,  drenched  from  head  to  toe  in  the  perhaps  the  foulest  water  the  storm  has  to  manage,  with  its  hood  pulled  high  over  its  head  (  and  horns  )  and  a  VICE  GRIP  on  its  messenger  bag.

it  hates  asking  this.  desperate  times,  though…

❝  oi,  you  got  room  under  there  for  two  ??  ❞

@sqnctuary / starter call.

─── ⚝ the night was thick with heat, the city crying out for a break in the humidity. the club was worse if that was possible. it helped, backstage, when yeonrin could sit in front of their little whirring fan, but out on the floor there was no such relief. too many bodies perhaps.

heels tapped as they walked between the customers and dancers alike, the sound drowned out by the heavy thumping bass. they rubbed at their temples slightly with a grimace, a headache forming by the combined sounds and heat, but they were on shift and they couldn't very well leave so early in the night. yeonrin needed the money, if nothing else.