Aye I’m so sorry ;~; The reason I haven’t bee updating is because I’ve been having a hard time with my school routine this days… My classes finish next week and hopefully I’ll have time to write before studying for exams. I’M SO SORRY T^T
Thank you so much :) I’ve been kinda out because university has been taking a lot of time and when I have time to write I lack in motivation… But it’s always good to receive some support! Thank you!!! <3
Ok guys, I owe (once again) a big apologize to everyone that follows this blog. I’ve been busy because I was recently accepted at the university and my time has been reduced A LOT, plus I’ve been hella tired. This change on my life has been exhausting and I kinda neglected this blog… I’ll try to keep it up from now on since I’m pretty late with all the requests. I hope you guys aren’t mad at me.
Requested by: rainbowalrus
That was the longest and most boring bus trip you ever had. You had your earphone on and your favorite musics playing, but your ipod’s battery was dying and you were sure it wouldn’t last till the end of the trip. Outside the bus, there was nothing but darkness. Inside the bus, there was nothing but emptiness.
There were only 3 people in the bus: you, obviously, in the corner, with your head leaning agains the glass, moving your ipod from one hand to another cause there was nothing better to do; The bus driver, that was singing along the radio songs loud enough for you to listen to him through your own music and Kiseop.
Kiseop was part of your dance team, but you never really talked to him enough to call him a friend, partly because everytime he stared at you, your body had such fast and intense reactions that you would turn blue. Even though both of you lived far away from the dance studio and had to catch the same bus, you and him never really sat side to side and talked during the trip.
That night’s training was particulary intense – Too much hard dance moviments to do in high speed, to much stuff to memorize in a shor period. Kiseop eventually gave up on staring at the darkness outside and fell asleep.
You observed him for a while. His head was falling on his shoulder, making his hair falling on his left eye. His lips where slightly opened and he had his arms wrapped around his bag, hugging it like it was a teddy bear. Such an innocent creature… The way that image captured your attention made you blush. Embarassed, you faced the front seat, trying hard to not look at him again.
The bus stopped at some red lights. Some lights coming from other cars could be seen through the windown but as soon as the lights turned green, they disappeared. A sad song was playing on your ipod. You decided to change it but at that exact moment, it turned off.
“Damn it…” – You muttered, removing the speakers from your ears and placing it and the ipod on your bag. As you moved, you took a glance at him. He was in the exactly same position, with the same expression. Suddenly, without any previows note, his body jumped.
Scared he might catch you staring at him, you hide yourself on your seat. You didn’t even dare to move.
Some weird silence appeared in the bus. You knew he was awake, you could feel it, but something was wrong – and that you could feel too. Slowly, you gave youself a chance to observe him again.
Kiseop was awake, his eyes were wide open staring at the front seat and he was hugging his bag as if his life depended on it. What impressed you the most was the tear that rolled through his face and sparkled because of the weak light of the bus.
You never thought you would see that boy crying and that broke your heart.
“Are you okay…?” – You mumbled, worried.
Kiseop didn’t say a word but he stared at you as if he was asking for a hug. You couldn’t let him down, and even though you knew how shy you were around him, you got up and sat on the seat on the side of him. As he saw you sitting, he instantly embraced you. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. You were confused, but you were decided to not ask what was going on unless he spoke about it.
“I had a nightmare…” – He muttered, and as you heard thatm you hugged him even tighter. – “The worst of all the nightmares I ever had…” – he added, sobbing on your shoulder.
“I was just a nightmare…” – You muttered, stroking his hair, trying to confort him. – “Everything’s alright…”
“It was so scary… It seemed so real…”
“shh… It’s over now…” – You wanted to protect him really bad at that moment, keep him in your arms despite your shyness… - “Don’t cry, Kiseop…”
“I’m just…” – you heard his voice between sighs. – “Too scared of failing…”
Without asking, you already knew what he was scared about. – “You won’t fail this time, Kiseop. You’re in your best shape right now. You’re super talented and… you’re handsome. I’m sure this time someone will see your talent… I’m 100% sure…”
“Yes. I trully believe in this.”
He envolved your body on his arms and hugged your tightly, keeping you there on your arms. – “Thank you…”
Being on his arms was better than you ever imagined. You closed your eyes, feeling his body against yours, and smiled a little. – “You’re welcome…” – you said, and you kept on his arms till the bus stopped.
Requested by: rainbowalrus
There was nothing but silence and darkness in the room. Even though there was some lights coming from outside, all you could see were shadows.
You stared at the clock – 5am. The sun was about to rise and you didn’t even have 5 minutes of sleeping.
You turned around slowly on the bed. Kiseop was sleeping by your side. His bare chest half covered with the bed sheets moved up and down as he was breathing, his lips were showing a small smile, as if he was having a really good dream.
There was no dream that could surpass the fairytale you were living. Just thinking about that, a thousand of butterflies started to move inside your stomach.
You couldn’t help but smile as the memories of that night started showing up inside your brain. You could see all crystal clear as if you were living that at the moment. You got goosebumps as you reminded his touch, you could feel your own nervousness, your insecurities coming to the surface like it happened hours ago that were scarying at first but contributed to make that night unforgetable.
“I want you tonight” he said, muttering in your ear, as his hand slipped through your arm and grabbed your wrist. Then he held your hand and placed it on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat on your fingertips in perfect synchronization with yours.
“You want me…?” You muttered, but his answer was a passionate kiss on your lips as he pulled you closer by your waist. Feeling your body closer to his unleashed a whole of reactions on your body that you didn’t even know it was possible to happen. Your senses were stronger; you were feeling everything with more intensity, and slowly you were losing the control on yourself. You were intoxicated by his love. His touch was pure magic. The way he was taking control of you turned you on. His lips played on yours, teasing you, before moving to your neck where he left a kissmark. His hands were holding your waist firmly, pulling you close as much as possible, before pushing you softly to the bed. His body fell on top of yours, pressing you against the bed; his fingers explored your skin as his tongue explored your mouth. Shyly, you rubbed his back with one hand as the other one messed his hair and pulled it softly. You could feel his hot breathe against your skin, making you shiver. His fingers slowly pulled up your shirt. You stretched your arms back as he took of your shirt, revealing your pink bra. He threw it to the floor and kissed your stomach countless times. You could feel your heartbeat on your tummy on the places he was touching with his lips. His eyes met yours as he licked your skin and he smiled after that. He crawled against you till he reached your lips again, kissing them. He took off his own shirt and you gave yourself a chance to touch his toned body. He seemed to like it as you felt his smile against your lips, his hands, thirsty of you, pulling you as close as possible.
But there were still clothes between your bodies full of desire that both of you needed to get rid off. But none of you wanted to rush things, keeping everything slow, enjoying every moment as if it was the last one…
“You’re my everything…” – He muttered, between those passionate kisses that were driving you crazy. – “You’re really my everything…”
You couldn’t help but smile as you’ve seen those images – almost like a movie – on your head. Your cheeks became red again because of your shyness but there’s no way to deny the happinedd you were feeling for sharing such a special moment with the person you loved the most on the entire world.
Kiseop moved a little on your side and your eyes automatically moved to him. He stretched his arms and yawned, before rubbing his eyes. You couldn’t see more than a contourn of a body under the sheets but you knew he was staring at you and smiling – you just knew it.
“Why are you awake…?” – He asked, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his arms. Oh, how confortable they were…
“I can’t sleep…”
“Why?” – He asked, near your ear, stroaking your hair as you wrapped your arms around his body. – “Are you hurt…? Did I hurt you…?”
“No.” – You said, keeping the low tone, almost whispering. – “I’m just overwhelmed by everything that happened…” – you smiled shyly and thanked god for not having enough light on the room that would allow him to see your red cheeks. – “I still have butterflies on my stomach…”
His hand moved from your head to your cheek, pinching it softly. He managed to find your lips with his thumb and touched them. Then, he leaned his head and kissed them softly.
“I know the feeling.” – He said, resting his forehead on yours, grabbing your hand. – “My heart is still beating fast.”
You sighed. – “It wasn’t probably that good for you than it was for me. I was too insecure. And you know how I am when I’m insecure – awkward, clumsy…”
“You know…” – He started. – “It’s your clumsyness and your awkwardness that makes you special. For me, that’s what made this moment unforgetable.” – He kissed your forehead, and then he grabbed your hand and placed it on his naked chest like he did before. – “See? It’s still beating for you.”
It was indeed beating fast, as yours. You hugged him tightly, placing your head on his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head and took you on his arms.
“You must sleep now, baby…” – He muttered. – “there are still some time left till the sun rises… And you have to rest… Alright?”
You nodded and closed your eyes. You were feeling safe and loved, and his heartbeat was a perfect lullaby. It didn’t take long until you fell asleep.
So, I kinda wanted to apologize you all for my lack of updates. I know I’m on holidays but it seems the more free time I have, the less I do.
The truth is, I don’t really have that much free time, I’m taking my driving licence and at the same time me and my parents are preparing my grandparent’s flat because I’ll be living there since I’m going to university.
Anyways, I’m working on a fanfic-like scenario (with more than one part) for Hoon as someone requested and I’ll try to do Kiseop’s scenario as soon as possible (I’ll try to do this for today.)
Meanwhile… I’m so sorry! I hope you guys don’t forget this little blog, cause I never forget you all <3
PS: CONGRATS ON YOUR 4TH YEAR U-KISS! I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST! <3 stay healthy and strong forever. Never forget you’re amazing
The streets were dark and cold. There was no one around you to hold your hand. You would probably refuse any help someone would give to you because of your own pride.
You were heartbroken; nothing could stop the tears from falling from your eyes. If only you could erase those images…
“How dare him… HOW COULD HE DO IT TO ME?” – You yelled, but there was no response. – “I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU TO DEATH!”
Not even yelling could calm your heart. You only wanted someone to notice you, to realize how broken you are. You needed a hug, you needed some confort words, some support, but you were alone.
There was no way you could catch a taxi at that time, plus, your face was dirty because of the smudged makeup and you would probably end up yelling at the driver, who has nothing to do with the issue. Being alone would also help you to calm down.
You started running.
Your heels were knocking on the floor, making a huge noise – you didn’t even care. Suddenly, the floor became closer: you twisted your ankle, falling. An exurcinating pain pierced your knee. You slowly turned around, sitting on the floor. Your fingertips automatically touched the ripped skin, feeling something dripping from the bruise – Blood. A lot of blood.
It felt good. – At least, the physical pain attenuated your heart pain.
You looked around, your fingers touching your face, leaving red parallel lines of blood in you cheek. “It doesn’t matter if people think I’m a murderer.” – You thought. – “I’m heartless.”
The pain was getting worst – blood was still dripping down your leg. For the first time, you thought it could be something serious. You tried to get up but your head started spinning around and you fell again.
“How long will I have to wait until someone comes and rapes me?” – You said. – “I won’t be his first one anyways, why do I have to stay a virgin waiting for him?”
You heard footsteps behind you. – “Not as long as I thought.” – You said to yourself. You covered your knee with your palm, not even bothering turning around to see who was approaching you. When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you said: - “Please, be gentle. Even though I died, for some reason I still feel everything.”
“I have no intentions of hurting you.”
His voice came into your ears and exploded on your chest. – “Leave me alone.”
You decided to get up again – you didn’t want to see his faice, nor listening to his lame excuses. For some reason, you couldn’t stay up for a long time without feeling that massive dizziness. You were already expecting to hit the floor when two arms catched you.
You took a deep breathe. – “Don’t even dare to touch me with those dirty hands.”
Eli didn’t move for a second. His arms embraced your waist. Your back was supported by his chest. Every inch of your body was in contact with a part of his. You felt nauseous.
“I’ve told you that I don’t want you to touch me.” – You repeated, raising your voice. You pulled his hands off your body. He didn’t resist.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Your apologize is useless. Go away. Leave me alone.”
“No. I want you to listen to me. I need to explain. I can’t let you go….”
Tears were falling down again, you couldn’t control them. At this point, you didn’t want to yell at him, you just wanted to die.
“Don’t you think I’m hurt enough?” – You muttered, sobbing. – “Am I blind? Do I have idiot written on my forehead? Or maybe… my new fetish is watching my boyfriend having sex with a random girl?”
“I don’t know what happened to me… I lost control. I was so tired, I got a few drinks…”
“Oh, really?” – You muttered. Your eyes were looking straight to his. – “Maybe I should do the same too. Too bad there aren’t guys around.”
“No. I am sorry. I’m sorry for interrupting your love session.” – You said. – “Obviously if I didn’t come in, you would probably fuck her untill she was unable to walk. Or maybe you did that before chasing the poor girl with her heart broken.”
“I don’t need your pity.” – You said. – “And she is hot. Maybe she can be a better girlfriend than me. At least the gives you pleasure.”
“No. I want you.”
“You don’t. You never wanted me, right?” – You asked, not expecting any answer.
“That’s not true…”
You shook your head. – “I only wanted someone that respected me….”
Eli grabbed your arm and pulled you. In a second, you were embraced by is strong arms. You didn’t offer any resistence. Eli placed his chin on top of your head, as you cried against his chest. – “I’m so sorry, ____-ah. I’m so sorry…”
“I hate you so much…” – You cried, hitting him with your small fists on his back, but you didn’t have any strenght to cause him and harm.
“I know… I know you hate me…” – He said, and placed a soft kiss on your head. – “I know I did something really bad. I know I’ve hurted you more than anyone else. I know, I feel so guilty I could die.” – He stopped. – “… But I can’t live without you… I can’t. Accept my apology, ____-ah. Please…”