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Jun 29 · 50
do me like a stallion
minx Jun 29
i like it rough
i like it hard
i wanna hurt when you're done
i just wanna feel your love

in the form of bruises
in the form of bites
under your navy leather
under your unadulterated control

do you think i can ride a stallion ?
can i ride it now ?
i feel far too empty
why don't you come stuff me full ?
what has come over me i need to be cool off this oh my
minx Jun 29
on one of these long days
i hope you wake up real late
click my page and see the 404
"we couldn't find what you're looking for."

โ˜…
i don't know what the purpose was behind this ! ahem !
minx Jun 28
Quick as a whip, Yunho jumped to his feet and raced across the floor to go inside the massive closet. Mingi heard him rifling through drawers and hanging clothes, the little sounds he made under his breath as he searched for what he was looking for.

After several minutes, the Master emerged in a whole new outfit. He was wearing a Ralph Lauren jumper. It was baby blue cotton, with ribbed cuffs, neckline and hem. On the chest was a stitched image of a brown teddy bear. It was wearing a baseball cap with casual clothes and sneakers.

Beneath the jumper was a white shirt with an exaggerated collar. The top button was open to expose a hint of his neck. He had paired the jumper and shirt with little white shorts and light blue socks.

Finally, he had slipped into his black horsebit loafers with the thick heels. Yunho skipped out of the closet and spun on his heel to show off the outfit. The Romรฉo charm was hanging from his phone case. It bounced from the movement. He let out a breathy giggle and smiled wide enough to show off his teeth.

Seonghwa moved to retrieve a hat from a drawer. It was a twill nautical cap, with a navy brim and band and a white top. Little brass buttons on the band matched well with the brass details on the lamb bag. He neatened the Masterโ€™s hair with his fingers and then tugged it on for him.

โ€œThere, now you look perfect, my darling boy.โ€

Yunho gushed and leaned against his fingers. โ€œWhat do you think?โ€ he asked, glancing at him with his big, sparkling eyes. โ€œDo I look beautiful?โ€

Mingi had gotten used to the Masterโ€™s little uniforms and layered suits. He no longer furrowed his brow when he came skipping into the stable, his shoes clip-clopping and his hands swinging at his sides. He didnโ€™t even see it as childlike anymore, because he had spoken to him enough to understand that he was an intelligent young man beneath the princeling costumes. However, now he could see him dressed in a preppy, casual outfit, he found he liked it a lot. Yunho still looked boyish, but he was handsome rather than cute.

Mingi gave him a slow smile. โ€œYou look very handsome, Yunho.โ€

Oh, Yunho had to turn away from him because he was so overcome with joy. His ears turned a shade of deep pink from beneath the brim of his cap. The flush even crept down the back of his neck above his shirt collar. He cupped his face in his hands and let out a series of flustered noises.

This made Seonghwa beam at him. โ€œMingiโ€™s right; you look very handsome. Now, you must behave when youโ€™re with him. Yes? Donโ€™t wander off, stay by his side. Remember to be patient with him, especially if he comes over quiet. And most importantly โ€ฆโ€

Seonghwa took hold of his shoulders to turn him around so he could look into his eyes. Yunho wasnโ€™t quite able to hold his gaze because he was still so flustered. โ€œEnjoy yourself,โ€ Seonghwa finished, giving the boy another soft stroke beneath the chin.

โ€œNo more pouting, no more sadness. Today is your special day, and you must enjoy it whilst it lasts. Yes?โ€

Yunho nodded and skipped across the room towards Mingi. He held his hand out in silent request. Mingi studied it and then glanced at Seonghwa, just to see how the other man reacted to the gesture. It looked familiar, like they had held hands before. He saw no concern or confusion on the other manโ€™s expression, so he took hold of his hand. It was as moist and warm as always as the boy entwined their fingers.

โ€œAlright,โ€ Mingi sighed out, his shoulders lifting and falling in a soft wave. โ€œLetโ€™s see whatโ€™s happening in town โ€ฆโ€
ughhh my pretty yunho. i adore him so much, i swear.

little ponyboy..sugamins
Jun 28 · 66
LAPUTA
minx Jun 28
god, your body is..
so much to love, to explore
just like laputa
hehe kyu's first time writing this style of poem
minx Jun 27
i'll wake up at 4, 4pm
you'll be the first person i text
out of habit.
out of love.

the last time i told you i loved you
was because i was distraught
you were there for me
you gave me a shoulder to cry on

i'll check my texts, 4 hours later
3 hour(s) ago, 'good morning, sunshine'
2 hour(s) ago, '1 attachment' 'it's funny, right ?'
1 hour(s) ago, 'i miss you.'

i don't wanna hear that you miss me
especially when you're the one
who cut things off
who broke my heart
bella SHUSHHH you dont miss me, or else you would--

i'm so heartbroken ughh
Jun 27 · 86
puppy's collar
minx Jun 27
my muse, with the collar round your neck
i hope it restricts
cause i like hearing you gasp for air

my muse, with the low cut top
i like to think i can hear the buttons pop
cause you're just too shy to do 'em yourself

my muse, with the bright eyes
prettily pawing from down below
you sit like a puppy waiting for your treat
i dunno if you deserve it, though...

โš„
new banner new profile hehe yunho so pretty

he's such a puppy boy i just wanna nhhhhh...
minx Jun 27
Yunho spoke around his dangling cigarette. It bobbed from every slight twitch of his pretty lips. โ€œMmm, my body hurts.โ€

โ€œYour body hurts?โ€ Seonghwa repeated in that same sweet tone, like a mother talking to her toddler. His rubbing hand slid down his back, focusing more on the potential source of the pain. โ€œHow come?โ€

โ€œRiding the horses,โ€ he explained, his gaze still burning into Mingiโ€™s skull.

โ€œThey can be rough. But it feels so good, doesnโ€™t it?โ€

At this, Seonghwa clicked his tongue and started rigorously rubbing the dip of the Masterโ€™s curved spine. His warm palm would soothe away the lingering discomfort.

Only, it wasnโ€™t really what he needed, and they both knew it.

No, what Yunho needed was a nice soak in a warm bath, and maybe a soothing after-care balm to take down the sting.

Knowing Seonghwa, he would probably slather it on for him with a series of gentle coos and head strokes.

โ€œOh, dear! No one enjoys a rough ride, least of all the horses. Which one was rough with you? Iโ€™ll have to ride them myself and see if they need some more balance and gait training.โ€

Mingi managed to not choke on his next pull, but only just. He coughed into his fist, tried his ******* hardest to disguise it as a little tickle. It worked, for the other man didnโ€™t give him so much as a glance. He was much too busy babying the little darling on his knee.

โ€œThatโ€™s quite alright,โ€ Yunho replied, his lips lifting in a hollow smile around his cigarette. โ€œI have to learn how to train it myself. Iโ€™ll put plenty of work into it.โ€

โ€œGood boy,โ€ Seonghwa praised, reaching up with his free hand to give him a gentle stroke under the chin.

Yunho turned his head to look at him and suddenly asked, โ€œDo you think I could ride a stallion?โ€

โ€œHmm, the question isnโ€™t if you could, rather if you should,โ€ came Seonghwaโ€™s earnest and soft-spoken response. โ€œIโ€™ve no doubt that you could handle one. Not all stallions are temperamental. Some are calm, good-natured. But theyโ€™re just too unpredictable, love. They canโ€™t help it. Itโ€™s their hormones, their drive to reproduce and protect their herd. So, it would need to be a well-trained stallion, and it would have to be once breeding season is over.โ€

โ€œWhat about you?โ€ Yunho reached up to get his cigarette between his fingers. As he exhaled smoke out the corner of his pursed lips, he turned his attention back to Mingi. His gaze shifted to look down at the soft rise in his sweatpants before lifting to his face again. โ€œDo you think I could handle a stallion?โ€

The Master wasnโ€™t talking about horses.

The stallion he longed to handle had stormy eyes and calloused hands, and it couldnโ€™t be held down with ropes and ties. And the field he wanted to break it in was more like a sea of wrinkled cotton, with down pillow hillocks and wooden headboard mountains.

โ€œโ€ฆ Yeah, you could do it,โ€ Mingi said, his voice low and soft in the quiet of the courtyard. โ€œWeโ€™ll have to reach out to the stud farms in a few weeks. Maybe theyโ€™ll have a suitable stallion for you to ride?โ€

โ€œYou promise?โ€ Yunho asked, his chest puffing up in excitement.

Mingi nodded because he suddenly found it hard to speak. He dropped his gaze to the sound of Yunho excitedly giggling and rapidly clenching his fists, and Seonghwa softly chuckling as he watched him with a fond smile on his lips.
actually, seonghwa, no ! you don't want to ride it ! you don't wanna test it out for yourself !!!

this is crazy work i love it

little ponyboy//sugamins
minx Jun 27
As he got it ready, he glanced up to watch the Master and the horse.

Yunho was standing just to the side of Lucieโ€™s head. He held out the sugar cube with a fond smile. Unlike with the apple, Lucie didnโ€™t need encouragement. She saw the delicious treat and turned her head to pluck it off his palm with her moist lips. The ticklish sensation made him giggle. His voice was whisper-soft as she nuzzled against his palm and twitching fingers.

โ€œUn pour toi, un pour moi.โ€

Mingi silently observed the boy as he stuck his hand in his pocket. He pulled it out and uncurled his fingers to reveal a second sugar cube. He brought it to his lips. His fingers were wet from the mareโ€™s slobbering drool as they slipped inside his mouth to place the little treat on his tongue. When he pulled them free, a strand of commingled spit stretched from his fingertips and then snapped down onto his chin.

As the hard cube dissolved, Yunho scrunched up his face with a giddy sound. His lips parted to show almost every single tooth, and his eyes narrowed into slits. The intense sweetness made his fingers twitch and curl at his sides.

The noise he made caught the attention of Lucie. She turned her head again to bump her muzzle against his cheek. Yunho lifted his hands to hold her face.

He pressed his round cheek against the strong wing of her hollow cheek as his fingers scratched and stroked around her ears and down her neck.

Mingi thought he was about the sweetest foal he had ever laid eyes on. The thought made him snort under his breath and drop his head to focus back on the machine.
my sweet little yuyu. i love him so much.

little ponyboy//sugamins
Jun 26 · 86
BREAKNECK
minx Jun 26
i'm not even famous,
but all my ****'s the latest

not your sweet sixteen
i'm nineteen and naughty
a little needy, but i'm not naive
i'm all a stupid boy like you will ever need

no white collar, i use a different type
gotta put you in your place, keep you on my leash

you like my low body kit
i'll swerve the supra faster than you fall to your knees
faster than the stark command of my sweet voice
"ah, did you feel that ~?"

when i walk, they turn their heads
call me your idol, take a quick pic for your friend

i'm affluent, i just can't hide it
we breath the same air, but we're not on the same level
needless to say, i'm your trendsetter
don't try to compare

everybody wanna be me
but i'm not even famous
oops i was feeling mean again
this happens a lot

think it's going to my head

sorry not sorryyyy~ (i'm so sorry)
minx Jun 26
Yunho nodded because he was too busy chewing something to speak.

The soft and wet sounds coming from his mouth were loud, obscene to Mingiโ€™s keen ears.

โ€œWhat are you eating?โ€ he asked.

Yunho plucked something from the bowl to hold it up. In the dim moonlight, he could just about make out the shape of a strawberry. It was small and looked like it would be so delightfully sweet. โ€œWould you like one?โ€

Mingi shook his head and filled his mouth with more smoke instead.

Yunho considered this, his fingers stroking and teasing the strawberry. Then he cocked his wrist to toss it down into the courtyard.

Seonghwa had such precise reflexes he was a sight to see. He tracked the curved descent of the tossed berry, his feet skipping over the cobblestones until he had gotten into the perfect position. He jumped to catch it right between his teeth, bearing down just enough to dimple the skin without biting clean through the strawberry.

The little act was met with applause and giggles from Yunho. The sound was airy and sweet because it was genuine. After all, Seonghwa was one of the only people on the entire estate whom the Master didnโ€™t mask around. His smiles were never forced, they just sometimes lacked animation because it was something he clearly struggled with.

Seonghwa folded an arm over his stomach and gave the deep bow of a Commedia dellโ€™arte performer. It made his loose hair bounce around his handsome face. As he straightened up, he ****** the strawberry into his mouth. It must have been sweet because his smile grew as he reached up to fix his messy hair.

Yunho plucked another strawberry from the bowl resting on the balcony wall.

He brought it up to his lips, only he didnโ€™t bite it. He pressed a kiss against it and then shifted to lean over the railing. The movement made his robe slip off one of his shoulders to expose even more of his bare skin. โ€œNow, Mingi! You too!โ€ he called out, his wrist cocked and ready to toss the berry down at him.

Mingi felt his heart stop beating in his chest from a mixture of lust and dread.

For a second, it seemed like every single bruise and bite was on display for them all to see. He anticipated the gasp of shock Seonghwa would let out, followed by a string of panicked questions about what had happened to him.

But the light coming through the lace curtains was too dull to fully illuminate his body. It threw him into darkness, nothing more than an aureole of warm orange behind him.

A saintly halo for a devilish boy.

Mingi swallowed down the moan that so desperately wanted to escape his clenched teeth. He dropped his eyes to see that Seonghwa was still smiling up at the boy, his expression one of delight and not horror.

โ€œIโ€™m afraid Mingi isnโ€™t the kind to play such games,โ€ Seonghwa remarked with a soft chuckle. โ€œTry as I might, I just canโ€™t get him to play nice with the other horses.โ€

Yunho was quick to argue, โ€œItโ€™s because youโ€™re too gentle with him. I think a firm hand would work better.โ€

For a moment, a fleeting look of uncertainty came over Seonghwaโ€™s expression. Mingi saw the twitch in his strong eyebrows, the falter at the upturned corners of his lips.

Memories of the crop cast on the stable floor, still warm from the Masterโ€™s hand. The sound of his wailing echoing through the dusty sunbeams casting through the doorway. The creeping sense of dread floating up towards the old timber beams where the swallows liked to nest.

When Seonghwa spoke, the dazzling smile appeared once more. Like the sun disappearing behind a tiny cloud but for a second, returning more vibrant than before. โ€œNo, Mingi needs a gentle hand. Believe me, I know him better than anyone else.โ€
my sweet little yunho. sweet like a strawberry and as devilish as the entity himself.

there's no breaking a stallion like my mingi, though.

little ponyboy//sugamins
minx Jun 26
โ€œIs this your daddy?โ€ he asked, gazing down into the old photograph.

โ€œYeah, itโ€™s my dad,โ€ Mingi said with a nod. โ€œHe teaches at Zurich University. Korean language and cultural studies.โ€

โ€œHeโ€™s handsome, as all daddies are.โ€ Yunho rubbed his thumb over the glass.

Though Mingi couldnโ€™t see where he was touching, he had a feeling he had just stroked his thumb over the spot where his dadโ€™s face was. โ€œAnd your mummy? Whereโ€™s she?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆ Donโ€™t know her, she left when I was a baby.โ€

At this, Yunho lifted his gaze to look over at him. His eyes were wide, and they shifted from side to side as he tried to process this unexpected information. It took him a few seconds to think of something suitable to say.

โ€œOh, how dreadful. Iโ€™m terribly sorry. You must miss her.โ€

โ€œHard to miss someone you have no memories of,โ€ Mingi replied with a shrug. โ€œWherever she is, I hope sheโ€™s happy. God knows my dad is far from it.โ€

โ€œDaddy is like that too,โ€ Yunho remarked, his thumb once more stroking over the glass. โ€œSo melancholic. I can see the life draining from his eyes every time I look into them. All because of me. Have you met him?โ€

Mingi nodded and explained, โ€œYeah, but only on video calls. Iโ€™ve never met him in person.โ€

โ€œMeeting my daddy is like meeting God,โ€ Yunho said in the softest whisper. โ€œBig, powerful, filled with wrath which he demonstrates more than his apparent boundless love. I hope you never meet him. Heโ€™s โ€ฆ frightening.โ€

Mingi furrowed his brow and asked, โ€œFrightening how?โ€

Yunho turned back to the photograph. His hands werenโ€™t quite steady as he stared down at it.

โ€œDoes your daddy hit you too?โ€ he asked in that same whisper.

Oh.
my poor yunho. such a sweet and sullen boy. i love him so much.

DISCLAIMER, this is a portrayal of a FICTIONAL character and not my own experience. please be mindful that this is a work of FICTION about a CONSENSUAL sm relationship. the descriptions in my stanzas only refer to abuse. if it bothers you, message me. or block me.

little ponyboy//sugamins
minx Jun 25
Though Yunho was still smiling, his tone was eerily flat when he spoke. โ€œYes, it sounds โ€ฆ quite beautiful, doesnโ€™t it? To marry a handsome man. Bring him into your home. Make love to him for the first time. Let him ----- you ---- and take your --------- on the soft sheets. Make you scream his name so that everyone hears how much he loves you.โ€

โ€œYunho?โ€

โ€œYes?โ€

โ€œWeโ€™ve talked about this, remember? Whatโ€™s appropriate to say to me, and what you should keep to yourself.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆ Iโ€™m sorry, I just think youโ€™re so handsome. I get flustered and say the wrong things.โ€

โ€œI know, and Iโ€™m flattered,โ€ Mingi said, his tone soft and slow. โ€œI think itโ€™s sweet, but you need to be careful. You canโ€™t say things like that around anyone else. I could get in trouble with your parents if they find out about โ€ฆ the things weโ€™ve done in the stables. So please, try and keep the fantasies to yourself.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s just us,โ€ Yunho pointed out, slowly lowering his hands from his cheeks. โ€œNo one has to know. I wonโ€™t tell a soul. Not even Romรฉo, and I tell him everything.โ€

Mingi sighed and reached up to get his glasses in hand. This allowed him to pinch the bridge of his nose. There was a twinge starting to settle there, which always appeared whenever Yunho started to get on his nerves. After a soothing pinch and rub, he replaced his glasses.

โ€œYeah, okay,โ€ he said, his tone filled with resignation. โ€œJust us.โ€

Yunho hummed in delight because he was so happy to have gotten his way.
aura loss -19943039 i had to censor some of this because of the insanity
(break, open, virginity)

thanks, yunho, for being my muse.

little ponyboy//sugamins
minx Jun 25
โ™ฑ

โ€œYou should name the boardings.โ€

The suggestion dragged Mingi out of his musings. He came around with a hard blink and a soft snort. โ€œIโ€™m sorry?โ€ he asked, his eyebrows lifting enough to lightly crease his forehead.

โ€œWhat did you say, love?โ€

โ€œA name, you should give the boardings a name,โ€ Yunho repeated, talking in a slow and steady rhythm as if Mingi was a child. โ€œThe larger of the stables is called le Nid des Hirondelles, becauseโ€“โ€

โ€œBecause the swallows like to nest there,โ€ Mingi finished with a slow nod.

Mingi was aware. He had heard the stable being referred to by this name by Jean-Luc, the head groundskeeper. He was also familiar with the swallows, who liked to nest in the eaves during the spring. They kept away the annoying bugs and spiders, so he was happy to tolerate them.

However, he just thought of it as โ€˜the stablesโ€™ because he had no need to specify mostof the time. Should he need to talk to Seonghwa about one, he would refer to it by the name of whatever mare first came to mind. Seonghwa knew where they were all housed, so he was able to figure out where to go with ease.

At this, Yunho perked up. He stuck his chest out and squared his shoulders, like he always did when he was feeling accomplished and proud. It seemed he liked how he knew such little details about the estate. Mingi didnโ€™t know all that much, but he had learned some things from his years working alongside Seonghwa and Adrien.

โ€œI like to call it les Hirondelles for short. The smaller stable hasnโ€™t been given an official name yet. Itโ€™s a more recent addition, and it does take time for a name to settle. Iโ€™m still thinking of a suitable choice. As for your boardingsโ€ฆโ€ Yunho paused to think it over, his gaze once more skipping over the interior of the bungalow. โ€œUh, les Pignons?โ€

Mingi considered it before shaking his head. โ€œToo obvious. It should have more character, donโ€™t you think?โ€

After a moment, Yunhoโ€™s lips lifted in a pleased smile which showed his teeth.

"La Grange du Cheval?โ€

Mingi felt his lips curling into a smile too. He didnโ€™t try to hide it by turning away or dropping his head. The Master had earned the right to see it for his wit. โ€œI like that one,โ€ he said, his voice soft. โ€œI might have to steal it from you.โ€

โ€œYou can have it. Itโ€™s my gift to you.โ€

โ€œAlright, thank you. Does your private suite have a name?โ€

Yunho nodded. โ€œIt does, le Coquelicot Bleu. There are little poppies in the stained-glass windows in the parlour. Blue, not red. Have you seen blue poppies before?โ€

โ€œYeah, theyโ€™re grown in the manor garden. Most of them are blue, but some sprout up yellow and orange.โ€ Mingi knew it was probably a bad idea to suggest it, but he decided to go for it.

โ€œYouโ€™ll have to invite me to your suite some time. Iโ€™ve never seen the poppies in the windows. I think Iโ€™d like to see them.โ€

โ€œOh, I would like that very much!โ€ the Master gushed, as he rocked back onto the slight heels of his loafers. โ€œIโ€™ve so many nice things to show you! Um, Iโ€™ve plenty of books and maps. Oh, and antique equestrian tools! Iโ€™m certain youโ€™ll know how to use them all. You could give me a demonstration. Not on the mares, of course. We wouldnโ€™t want to risk hurting one. You could use me.โ€

The suggestion was ripe with implication.

Mingi felt a prickling heat spreading up from his neck. It made his cheeks and ears throb, not unlike the soft throbs starting to radiate out from his lower belly.

He hoped the gentle glow from the lamps didnโ€™t expose his flush to the boy. He didnโ€™t want him to know how uncomfortable he was making him.

โ€œIโ€™m a good student,โ€ the Master finished, his voice breathier than it had been moments ago. โ€œAnd I think you would make the perfect teacher. Youโ€™re firm, much firmer than Seonghwa. Though I always try to be a good boy, sometimes I get carried away. I need a firm hand to keep me in line. Punish me when Iโ€™m misbehaving. Praise me when Iโ€™m being good. You
would be just perfect, I think.โ€
ughhghrjgvkf little ponyboy yunho has me WEAKKKK nhhhh okay sorry for that ahem

little ponyboy//sugamins
minx Jun 25
You gotta be one hell of a kid to pull up to school, on a Monday, in one of the most luxurious car brands known to man. Jeong Yunho, ever attuned to his own privileged persona drove up to the bleak campus in his new 2022 Lamborghini Aventador SVJโ€“ along with his pretty best friend riding in the front.

It was unbelievably stupid for a seventeen year old to impulsively spend over seven hundred million Won of his inheritance on a sports car. Geonho tried to bargain with him, to get a less.. flashy car, or even just one with class.

Like Geonhoโ€™s black and beloved Bentley Bentayga.

Nah. Yunho preferred the **** roar of the V12 engine and the cat-eye headlights of his custom-coloured Aventador, the stark blue clashing with the bleak prep school environment.

โ€œYo, Yunho-ssi !โ€

There he was, Park Seonghwa. Shouting from across the parking lot, he jogged over to the two, his sparkly smile glimmering in the sunshine.

โ€œYou like my new coupe ?โ€ Yunho hollered, swarms of underclassmen and fellow seniors beginning to group up with their phones to take pictures. Yunho could already see the headlines:

Chairmanโ€™s Charming Brother, Jeong Yunho, Pulling Up to Class With No Class, Only Flash.

Too long ? Yeah. Thought so.

โ€œItโ€™s ******* amazing.โ€ Seonghwa praised, leaning back to admire the gorgeous carbon-fibre structure. โ€œMy favorite thing, though,โ€ Hwa started, before lunging over to the side, โ€œthis ****** on the right side. Whatโ€™s his dealโ€“ attempting nonchalance ? It ainโ€™t working.โ€

Yunho shrugged, tapping his fingernail against the thick glass. โ€œHe wants the attention, too. Might as well spoon-feed it to him.โ€ He joked, opening the scissor doors to let Mingi out.

โ€œYour door, my dear.โ€ Yunho purred, theatrically moving around to assist Mingi out of the car like a princess.

Mingi stepped out, dramatically adjusting his uniform before Yunho presented him.

โ€œHere he is, boys, the one and onlyโ€“โ€

โ€œGet on your knees, -----. Worship this dirt I walk on.โ€ Mingi interrupted, his coarse demand eliciting mock-shock gasps from the two. Now this was their dynamic. Always and forever will Mingi raise his acts for the entertainment of others.

โ€œ****, man, you didnโ€™t even give me the chance to introduce you.โ€ Yunho scowled, earning a playful punch from the elder. Seonghwa watched the entire charade between the two of them with a raised brow and a skeptical look.

โ€œโ€“seriously, Yunho-ah, I spend one day away from you, and you spend 700,000,000 Won on a ******* sports car !!โ€ Mingi shook Yunho by the shoulders.

Seonghwa shook his head. โ€œYou two argue like my Mothersโ€™. Except you two are like some sort ofโ€ฆ spunkyโ€ฆ gay couple.โ€

Both Yunho and Mingi froze, becoming timid and seemingly really shy. โ€œUh-oh. Looks like I hit a sensitive spot. What did you two get into ?โ€ Hwa raised both brows now, crossing his arms.

Before the two could even conjure up a meager response, Kim Hongjoong scurried over, jumping right on top of Mingi, into his arms.

Both Hwa and Yunho immediately went quiet.

They loved Hongjoong ! But it seems that Hongjoong was quite smitten with Mingi. Would it be bad if Yunho wished that Seonghwa had never chosen to invite Hongjoong to lunch with them ? Would it be bad if Seonghwa admitted to regretting his choice to introduce Hongjoong to his friends ?

Either way, there was no turning back now. No matter how entitled Yunho felt to Mingi, it always felt as if it was being bombarded with Kim Hongjoong.

The same was for Seonghwa, too. The idea of his meet-cute with Hongjoong being shattered by his undeniable attraction to Mingi was heartbreaking.

And to make matters worse, no one could tell if Mingi reciprocated Hongjoongโ€™s feelings, or if he was just being nice. Once again, Yunho was practically entitled to Mingi, especially after what happened on Friday evening.

That weekend, Yunho had spent around an hour getting himself off in the Aventador to the thought of Mingi and hisโ€ฆ performance.

The bleak image was burned in his mind, the moment running through his mind like a movie. The session in his car was almost tangible, with the way he could feel, hear and especially see everything in its imagined detail.

There was no denying that Mingi was smoking hot.

And Yunho had been unbelievably bothered ever since.

โ€œIs this your car, Mingi-ssi ? Itโ€™s really hot.โ€ Hongjoong purred, leaning against the sleek body and dragging his nails across the carbon. Itโ€™s as if he justโ€ฆ didnโ€™t see the key in Yunhoโ€™s hands !

The three of them internally cringed. Mingi didnโ€™t even answer, letting Yunho take the wheel. โ€œUm, noโ€“ actually, could you get your hands off her ? This is my car, and Iโ€™d appreciate if youโ€™d quit scratching the hood. Donโ€™t you know how delicate this carbon fibre is ? You ainโ€™t a gearhead, huh ?โ€ Yunho snarled, his voice unintentionally soundingโ€ฆ mean.

Hongjoong stumbled back, raising his hands off and away from his ride. โ€œWoah, sorry, I didnโ€™t know. You donโ€™t have to talk to me that way.โ€ He defended himself.

โ€œYeah, lay off, Yuyu. Heโ€™s just curious.โ€ Mingi reassured the younger, placing his hand on his lower back. Yunho flinched away from the touch, crossing his arms. โ€œI donโ€™t give two *****. My car costs more than his home.โ€ Yunho whispered into Mingiโ€™s ear, a little scoff escaping his lips right after.

Hongjoong frowned. โ€œI can hear you, yโ€™know. But youโ€™re right. I live in a trailer park not far from here.โ€

Yunho shut up real quick. He let out a shaky sigh before stepping forwards.
โ€œListen, Hongjoong, Iโ€™mโ€ฆ sorry. I crossed a line. We good ?โ€ Yunho tilted his head, softening his eyes and sharp scowl. Unease ran through the group as the tension became quite heavy. Although the apology seemed half-hearted, he meant it. Sorta.

Hongjoong nodded, before patting his shoulder. โ€œYeahโ€ฆ Youโ€™re good. Weโ€™reโ€ฆ good.โ€ He gave a tight, close lipped smile before looking over to Seonghwa. โ€œSeonghwa, we should.. get to first period. We only have a few minutes left until the first bell.โ€

โ€œOh, right. Yeah, letโ€™s go. Iโ€™ll see you guys later !โ€ Seonghwa smiled, before skipping off with Hongjoong.
i wanna ride hi-- i mean it. the lambo. yeah.

WILDCARD//minx
Jun 25 · 266
bloodstains and bacardi
minx Jun 25
i wanna take it 'till it's bad for me
you're like the one thing i want
and the one thing i can't have

i'll drown in my own blood and bacardi
before i put myself behind
and give into your pessimistic persona
b
Jun 25 · 100
darling boy, the ponyboy
minx Jun 25
you call him your baby, so he might as well act like one
yunho's always been one to bite the hand that holds the milk bottle
you wanna see him act out so you have a brat to punish
but you ain't seen nothing yet.

we wanna knock you into next week with what we could tell you
darling boy throws a temper tantrum,
but maybe that's cause they don't listen to what baby wants

if i gotta get hit to earn my hit
then i'll do it.
he just wants your attention, and he wants them to see it.
cause all they see now is god in the eyes of a boy in the stable stalls

darling boy gets a sugar cube if he behaves well
he knows just what to do
but he wants you to crack that whip over his yielding spine to make it hurt

so don't speak to him in that precious mother tongue
he wants to hear the low, sensual note of your sweet 'enchante' rolling off
or maybe he wants to hear you nicker like a horse
since you're his friesian, such a beautiful stallion

give him what he wants
a mass of bruises and scars and they spill out all over the sheets
not too hard, just raise your fist and let it fall with the same impact of their words

stick it and twist it
see how much i writhe for you
darling boy loves it much
can you see it in his dead eyes ?

he misses the soft 'sweetheart' of his daddy
especially as he sees birthday wishes which read like death notes
give him something good to remember

call us the master and pupil
the stallion and the foal
his eyes glimmer at sight,
because the stud and the syringe are one and the same

we don't like the disrespect, dongwook, look me in the face
darling boy has black eyes and both cold hands
on the barrel of the--
jeong yunho's long awaited lpb piece.

he's my favorite character, but maybe it's cause he reminds me of myself.

i love his dead eyes, dark soul, his mindless bleating and his heart bigger than a foal's

little ponyboy//sugamins
minx Jun 25
The two skipped into Yunhoโ€™s bedroom, tossing their bags by the door. The younger went straight for the closet, grabbing a t-shirt for himself, and some shorts. Mingi followed right after, snatching a grey tank top as well as shorts.

They both quickly changed, Mingi walking out of the closet and throwing himself on the Youngerโ€™s bed. Yunho had followed after, going to his desk.

He plopped down in his big chair, turning a bit to look at the elder. โ€œIโ€™m gonna play for a little, is that okay with you ?โ€ Yunho sweetly asked, his hand on the mouse.

Mingi looked up from his phone, his eyes flickering to the screen. โ€œYeah, go ahead.โ€

Yunho made a little noise in response, turning his attention to the login screen. If Yunho was being honest, VALORANT only stood as background noise to his thoughts. All of the things he had considered this morning were coming back to him, despite his urge to shove it all in the back of his mind.

Heโ€™d never quite realized howโ€ฆ off his thoughts about Mingi were. No way this was normal. Best friends donโ€™t **** their **** in front of each other.
And they certainly donโ€™t moan each otherโ€™s names when they come.

โ€ฆRight ?

Best friends donโ€™t sit in each otherโ€™s laps and whisper naughty things. They donโ€™t offer little favors when the other is visibly turned on.

Yunho couldnโ€™t let go of the idea. He was sluggishly playing a five-on-fiveโ€“ meant to be focused on a certain objective. Unfortunately, he couldnโ€™t quite remember what his objective actually was. Of course he had to be distracted when he was trying to maintain his rank.

He was vaguely aware of the loud and screechy voices of the gamers he was playing along with, only halfway processing their callouts and bordering demands. Usually, that would be Yunho, but as of now, his focus was diluted.

He slacked off the game, his eyes half-heartedly following the jerky movements of his agent. His fingers worked over the keyboard, the mechanical sounds flooding the uncomfortable sound of the quiet bedroom.

Best friends donโ€™t have ****** tension. Boy best friends donโ€™t.

Did Mingi even like boys ? Because boys certainly liked Mingi. Especially Hongjoong. God, it was unnerving to Yunho to feel like he had to share his best friendโ€™s attention. They were made for each other. So why was Hongjoong so adamant about being a part of that ?

No matter how much fun Yunho had with it, he didnโ€™t like competing with Hongjoong. But his ego is too ******* thick to admit that.

Yunho tried to keep up with his friends ingame, but it feltโ€ฆ off. For some reason, the enemy team seemed to move with almost telepathic coordination, and Yunho didnโ€™t have the energy to counter all of that.

Although, their score ticked up against his teamโ€™s. It was hard to ignore, even through his haze. He put in the last bit of effort he could, the final round ending fast.

โ€œYuyu, can I borrow a hoodie ?โ€ Mingi spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

Yunho perked up, sparing him a glance. โ€œHuh ? Oh, yeah, of course.โ€ He motioned to the closet before facing the screen again.

The inevitable โ€˜DEFEATโ€™ splashed across his monitor just minutes later, ending the match. He leaned back, exhaling softly, staring at the losses. Well, that was another forty minutes of his life that he wonโ€™t get back. All for a ****** play.

The rustle of hangers and the soft whisper of fabric came from the closet. Mingi, having retrieved a soft grey hoodie from the rack, paused, his hand snagging on an unfamiliar textile.

He pulled it out, a small, pale blue slip of a thing, adorned with delicate straps and a hint of floral embroidery. It was tiny, almost ridiculously so, and extremely out of place in Yunhoโ€™s closet full of t-shirts and designer streetwear.
โ€œWhat is this ?โ€ Mingi asked, holding it up with a playful smirk, his eyebrows raised in amusement. โ€œYou didnโ€™t tell me you had a sister, Yuyu.โ€

Yunho, still scowling at his monitor, finally turned, his eyes landing on the pale blue garment. His heart lurched. He swallowed, then feigned a shrug, attempting nonchalance. โ€œMustโ€™ve been an old gift. Or a joke.โ€

He knew it was neither. Heโ€™d bought it months ago, tucked it away in the back. It was the unspoken curiosity, something that urged him to explore his softer sides, a femininity heโ€™s never let anyone see.

Mingi walked over, dangling the dress. โ€œItโ€™sโ€ฆ pretty.โ€ He tilted his head, a genuine flicker of curiosity mingling with his usual teasing. โ€œYou should put it on.โ€

Yunho started. โ€œWhat ?โ€ He tilted his head, his voice a little too high. Outwardly, his shoulders stiffened. Put it on ? He wants me to put it on ? The internal excitement, a tiny spark of real daredevil he hadnโ€™t known was in there, began to flicker.

Mingi was asking him to step into that dress, and he wanted to so badly. But the thought of it, the vulnerability, made him feel exposed. โ€œNo way,โ€ he managed, trying for a dismissive laugh that came out strained. โ€œItโ€™sโ€ฆ not my size.โ€

The elder just chuckled, tossing it gently onto the bed. โ€œCome on. Just for fun. Youโ€™ve got that reckless streak, donโ€™t you ? Prove it.โ€ He settled back onto the bed, propping himself up on the palms of his hand, his eyes twinkling. Clearly, he was ready to watch the show.

Yunho hesitated for another beat, then, when an almost inaudible sigh, he stood. His internal grin stretched wider with every step he took towards the dress. Oh, I am so doing this. He picked it up, feeling the light, silky material against his fingertips. He turned his back to Mingi, a quick, almost shy movement, and slipped out of his clothing.

He paused for a fraction of a second, then drew the pale fabric over his torso, feeling it glide over his sweet skin. He adjusted the thin straps over his shoulders and around his back, then fixing the delicate lace onto his chest. It was short, the hem riding up high up his thighs, the fabric clinging in all the right places.

'God, I really did buy this because I wanted to feel pretty. Beautiful, even. Itโ€™s ridiculous. Iโ€™m Jeong-*******-Yunho, for Christโ€™s sake.'

He could feel the weight of Mingiโ€™s gaze on his back, and when he finally turned around, he was met with Mingiโ€™s dark expression. At first, it was that usual, casual curiosity, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

But as the elderโ€™s eyes slowly took in the sight of Yunho in that ****** dress, his posture shifted. His smirk softened, a slow realization dawning in his eyes. A subtle widening, a hint of something just a little deeper.

Yunho noticed this, starting to feel a strange surge of confidence. He didnโ€™t even have to say how much he liked it; Mingi was seeing it for himself.
i love my crossdressers guys

WILDCARD//minx
Jun 24 · 62
2CAPTA1N
minx Jun 24
my lovely little music producer, i want your attention bad
is it wrong to sit here and wait for the text ?
no, but it's wrong for me to lie here and...

and i can't tell you what i was doing.
you told me to 'sit on it !', and i'm doing exactly that
you told me i was good, expecting me to call you...

and i can't tell you what i wanna call you.
hint, hint-- the word isn't 'mine'
it's not malicious, nor malevolent, it's...

and i can't tell you what i wanna call you.
but i need you to call me
call me, and we can make the best song you've ever heard.

just maybe, we'll record it.

โ˜…

"...but i know you wanna hear what i've conjured up for you, darling."

"you're right. shoot."

โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ซ

"but shh, don't tell the other moonlights~"

"oh."
"yes sir."

โ˜ฝ โ›ค โ˜พ
i'm being LOVE BOMBED how EVIL...

it's okay, cap. we all know i'm worse than you are, my lovely little music producer.

UGHHHUFNSDNC i'm yearning someone STOP ME
minx Jun 24
Heโ€™s crying, and crying, and crying.

Yunho refuses to go home, not yet. Not when heโ€™s such a mess inside and out. He figured Geonho and Mingi would be waiting up for him, so itโ€™s not like he could leave town, especially with two more days of school remaining for the week.

Needless to say, Yunho needed a break. He needed to risk his life to go back to feeling okay, but as of now, that wasnโ€™t really possible. So he rerouted to the convenience store.

He had enough gas in the tank, he was sure of it. He didnโ€™t need a snack, either, since he was just sat at one of Seoulโ€™s five-star restaurants. No, he was searching for something elseโ€“ something that awakened a different type of hormone. Dopamine ? Testosterone ? Oxytocin ? Either way, it was something he didnโ€™t have to inject into his veins, so a win is a win.

But he couldnโ€™t just walk in and go talk to Hongjoongโ€™s daddy. That would be weird. Yunho would look stupid, and he didnโ€™t like looking stupid.

He parked at the front, instead of paying for gas he didnโ€™t need. He sure did love the smell, though. Petroleum and the sweetly sterile scent of a convenience store. Did wonders to his messed up brain.

Before even walking in, he could see the glow on his face. Even in the empty store, he still kept a smile on his face.

Yunho pulled the door open, slinging himself in and sparing him a shy glance as he walked straight to the back, acting like he came here just for a drink. He doesnโ€™t pay attention to which one he grabs, he just does, before stumbling over to the cashierโ€™s counter.

He sets the drink down, pawing it forwards. Daddy looked at him with a soft, welcoming smile as he rang him up.

Yunho felt his cheeks flush as he struggled to keep eye contact with him, his heart lurching anytime he caught glimpse of his broad shoulders filling out his uniform, or the subtle flex of his forearms as he reached for a bag. There was a quiet strength in him, a solidness that Yunho hadn't realized he was craving, a sense of safety wrapped in undeniable appeal.

Daddy pushed the bag forwards, tilting his head at Yunho as he did. โ€œAre you upset ?โ€ He softly asked, furrowing his brows. Yunho gave a tight lipped smile, shaking his head. โ€œOh, no, sir. Iโ€™m okay.โ€ He instinctively said, awkwardly brushing some hair out of his eyes.

โ€œI can tell youโ€™ve been crying.โ€ He pointed out, looking at him with empathetic eyes.

Yunho huffed, then nodded, looking down at the floor. โ€œI-Iโ€™m sorry, today has just beenโ€ฆ a rough day. Iโ€™m not feeling too well.โ€ He whimpered, his lips turning into a frown. Daddy sighed, reaching forwards and placing a hand on his shoulder.

โ€œDonโ€™t be sorry. And please donโ€™t cry, angel. Iโ€™m sure things will get better, okay ?โ€ He smiled, reassuring him and squeezing his shoulder softly. Yunho nodded, his ears turning red as he took the plastic bag from the counter.

โ€˜Angel. He called me angel.โ€™

Before Yunho could fully take a step away from the register, Daddy stopped him. โ€œWaitโ€“ take these, angel.โ€ He held out a box of cookie-flavored Pepero with upturned lips and soft eyes. Yunho happily accepted it, pulling some cash out of his pocket and setting it on the counter.

โ€œThank youโ€ฆโ€ he sweetly said, waving bye-bye before Daddy could force the cash back into his hands. It was a sweet gesture, but Yunho didnโ€™t want to risk getting him in trouble for a snack.

As he approached the door, a bright slip of orange paper on the floor caught his eye, stopping him in his tracks. He bent over, picking it up and scanning the words.

โ€˜EXCLUSIVE CAR MEET, 12 AM SAT EVENING.โ€™

On the bottom left in small hangul was a location Yunho recognized from researching areas to drive at night without getting arrested. It was a small abandoned airport just outside of the city limits, perfect for an event like this.

He slowly stepped out of the store, further examining the flyer as he got to the car. It was dark out, nearing ten pm. Yunho knew Mingi had to be worried about him, and if Mingi was worried, God knows what Geonho was going through.

The engine ignited and he pulled out, making his way back home. Traffic was fair this evening, most likely because it was a Wednesday, but still. He had tucked the paper in the net on the passengers side, save for later, save for Saturday.
ughhhh i love characters with daddy issues.

WILDCARD//minx
Jun 24 · 76
VALORANT BOY
minx Jun 24
i sit and watch you
staying up late
playing your little games

i need you to play with me
but instead you're losing your mind
and i'm losing mine

i'm getting bored
going deaf from you shouting at the screen
constantly complaining at the loss

come on, valorant boy,
what's it gonna take ?
what do i do to get your attention ?

you need me in your face ?
you need me under the desk ?
do i need to pull the plug ?
what if i smashed it
Jun 24 · 68
FAME
minx Jun 24
bright lights and lustful eyes
fall upon my stage.
can you even tellโ€“
whether you wanna be me
or be with me ?

gilded, it reflects my blinding fame
as they adoringly chant my name
each touch sends a shiver
feeding to desires that claw and command
on my carefully sculpted fortress, my facade.

oh, itโ€™s exhausting
but i still have time for myself
feel my own flesh under my fingertips
soothing the frayed nerves
my body buzzes from the exhibition.

โ€“

iDOLโ€™S iNTERLUDE

DiD YOU REALLY THiNK i WOULDNโ€™T NOTiCE ?
OF COURSE i DiD. EVERYONE DOES.
THATโ€™S KiND OF MY THiNG.
Yโ€™KNOW, BEiNG NOTiCEABLE.

SO, WHAT iS iT ?
AN AUTOGRAPH ? A SELFiE ?
AH, DONโ€™T TELL MEโ€“
A KiSS ?

LOOK, i GET iT.
THiS FACE ? THiS TALENT ? THiS AURA ?
iTโ€™S A LOT TO TAKE IN !
BUT KEEP iT TOGETHER, YEAH ?

THE WORLD KEEPS SPiNNiNG
EVEN WHEN i BLESS iT WITH MY PRESENCE.
BEAUTY iS MUCH MORE THAN A CONSTRUCT
iโ€™M THiS PATHETiC WORLDโ€™S MUSE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT ?
BUT MAKE iT QUiCK.
MY SCHEDULE iSโ€ฆ TiGHT. YOU KNOW HOW iT iS WHEN YOUโ€™RE ME.
WELL, ACTUALLYโ€“ YOU DONโ€™T.

โ€“

the roar fades, finally phantom in my ears
but the heat still clings
the ghost of want really taunts me
backstage, clumsily touching myself
a pathetic substitute for the reality i crave.

humid air envelopes my body
the lone moonlight, a cold ******.
i so wish it were my fansโ€ฆ
eager to see
eager to see me, overstimulation, overload.

i guess i should mentionโ€“
the shimmer reflects no saint tonight
only sweat slicking skin, restless with need
the crowd gives no place to hide
the now pulsing truth beneath the light.

i love the sight of their eyes,
their irises burning holes through my clothing.
my urges come undone
once carefully constructed, crumbles down
as soft sighs leave my lips.
ughhh

there's something amazing about the rush when you're in front of a crowd.

oh, i love it. all eyes on me.
minx Jun 24
did you really think i wouldn't notice ?
of course i did. everyone does.
that's kind of my thing.
y'know, being noticeable.

so, what is it ?
an autograph ? a selfie ?
ah, don't tell meโ€“
a kiss ?

look, i get it.
this face ? this talent ? this aura ?
it's a lot to take in !
but keep it together, yeah ?

the world keeps spinning
even when i bless it with my presence
beauty is much more than a construct
i'm this pathetic world's muse.

what do you want ?
but make it quick.
my schedule is... tight. you know how it is when you're me.
well, actuallyโ€“ you don't.

โ˜…
THANK YOU FOR THE PAIN, CAUSE IT GOT ME GOING VIRAL !

bro i just watched k-pop demon hunters THAT **** WAS AMAZING GO WATCH IT
in honor of it, here's a piece i've had locked up for a while !

it's actually the interlude of an exhibitionism piece i wrote, i promise to drop that soon.

i totally wrote this cause i was feeling like a **** hehe
minx Jun 24
โ›

Jeong Yunho: iโ€™m drunk
Jeong Yunho: that doesnโ€™t matter though

Song Mingi: yunho, i miss you too. but you know i canโ€™t be here for you.
Song Mingi: weโ€™re at different places in life.


Minutes passed before he sent another text, one that followed with regretโ€“ not that Mingi was capable of recognizing his emotions, anyways.


Song Mingi: iโ€™m not at my best place to give you a relationship, yu,
Song Mingi: certainly not the one you deserve.
Song Mingi: itโ€™s not your fault, iโ€™m a cynic.


His messages had been sent ten minutes ago. Worry settled low in his stomach as he ****** in another deep drag. The smoke poured from between his pink lips with every breath, obscuring his face like the morning fog rolling over mountains.


Yunho couldnโ€™t take it. Heโ€™d been staring at the screen, holding his breath, hoping for him to send a sixth text saying โ€˜it was just a joke !โ€™ but he didnโ€™t. And he wouldnโ€™t.

So he cried.

He broke down, everything heโ€™d locked deep inside of his body bled through, filling his room in the form of shaky sobs and cracked pleas into the dark vortex of his personal hell like a soul eater.

Yunho sat, his back to the headboard, with his knees pulled up to his chest and his head in his knees. He consoled himself, wrapping his arms around his cold body because no one else would do it for him.

Howโ€™s feeling like the break-up was all your fault only to come to the realization that it was ?

His phone chimed a couple more times, and it took all his strength to pick it up. He almost didnโ€™t.


Song Mingi: yunho.
Song Mingi: donโ€™t do it.
Song Mingi: answer me or iโ€™ll come over


Yunho wiped his nose with the back of his hand, sniffling. His face contorted to one of confusion. He rubbed his eyes before sending his response.


Jeong Yunho: do what ?
Jeong Yunho: i was crying,
Jeong Yunho: iโ€™m sorry


Mingi read the message, his body finally relaxing again. Heโ€™d never been so happy for a response in his life, even if Yunho had it as unfortunate as this.

โ€˜I thought I had lost you forever.โ€™

He didnโ€™t know what to expect. Anytime Yunho got deeply intoxicated, heโ€™d always risked his life. I dunno, just maybe this time he felt the need to take it. Then Mingi would seriously regret things.

Before he could respond, Yunho sent another text.


Jeong Yunho: do what, mingi ??

Song Mingi: never mind
Song Mingi: are you home alone ? or is san there ?

Jeong Yunho: itโ€™s just me.

Song Mingi: yeah, i donโ€™t like that.
Song Mingi: can i come over ?

Jeong Yunho: no itโ€™s messy
Jeong Yunho: iโ€™ll drive over there
Jeong Yunho: see u in five


Mingi saw that and panicked. โ€œIs he crazy ?? Heโ€™s drunk !!โ€


Song Mingi: no
Song Mingi: donโ€™t ******* drive
Song Mingi: iโ€™ll go get you
Song Mingi: or walk, just donโ€™t drive
excerpt from BACARDI ***** // minx

xxoo
minx Jun 23
The family portraits hanging at the top of the staircases added a note of gothic, however. The large oil paintings were set into gilded frames, and they were several feet in height and width.

Each member had their own personal portraits, which were overlooking the foyer to see the guests coming and going. The older generations were placed along the sides of the mezzanine. Out of sight, but certainly not forgotten.

Dongwook and Hana were hanging pride of place on either side of the family portrait. The husband was classically handsome, dressed in a fine suit with an ascot tie, his dark hair swept back off his brow. The wife was beautiful, but she had the strong jaw and cheeks of a well-bred lady which were considered less feminine. Equine, much like Yunho.

Yunhoโ€™s portrait was hanging beside Hana, and his little brother, Keeho, was hanging beside Dongwook. Both of the boys were wearing matching navy suits. Only Yunho had a flamboyant and ruffled blouse, which contrasted against the more formal and masculine wingtip collared shirt Keeho was wearing.

They both had big and dark eyes and little pouted
mouths, but the older son had a sharp and hooked nose rather than the soft and round button his brother possessed. Mingi was so used to the sunburn on his nose and cheeks it seemed strange how it wasnโ€™t present in his portrait.

The largest portrait contained the family. It looked to have been completed several years ago, on account of Yunho appearing younger. A boy of 16 years, perhaps? He looked the same, just softer because his face had yet to widen with masculine growth. He was standing behind his father, who was seated on the right side of the portrait. His little brother would be 10 if so.

Keeho looked around that age; he still appeared to be a child, seated between his parents and yet so small he could easily be rocked on their knee.

Mingi knew other rooms in the manor were more ostentatious, more gothic. Especially the ballroom, which was a popular venue for wedding receptions. He had never seen the Masterโ€™s private suite, but he had a feeling it would be dark, moody, and luxurious. Just like the aura which radiated from his portrait, the black cloud of dread that had settled in the corner where
it hung.
my pretty baby, my jeong yunho, who is pretty like a girl.

it dazzles me how lovely the jeong clan is.

little ponyboy//sugamins
Jun 23 · 70
HONDA BABY
minx Jun 23
if i win, can i keep the mclaren ?
drag me up and down your garage
gazing at your car kits
kittish voice echos through, saying
โ€œwhat am i gonna do about you..โ€

my grip is tight
around the gear
rubber burns from the friction
his wheels are hot and slick
iโ€™ll lick the leather when i finish

and i love how fast you drive
not just any car
but a flawless honda nsx-r
spent time in the passengers seat (you love how fast i can ride)
still feverish from your drift

โ€“

MiNGiโ€™S iNTERLUDE

PRESS YOU UP AGAiNST THE DASH
BLOOD iS SPiLLING FROM MY ****
FROM THE GLASS THATโ€™S BEEN SMASHED
YOUโ€™RE DRiPPING CiGARETTE ASH

iโ€™LL HAVE THE BOYS IN TOKYO
SPEAKING KOREAN WHEN THEYโ€ฆ
RiDE ME LiKE THEiR FAVORiTE CAR
LiTTLE HONDA BABY

MURCiELAGO AS BLUE AS A BRUiSE
KiCK BACK, SiT TiGHT
LOSE TRACTiON
WEAR AND TEAR UP MY TiRES

โ€“



he doesnโ€™t have a backseat
but he has the glossy hood.
youโ€™ve never driven her, not once
never slipped in the keys,
and ahโ€“ turned her on ?

tell me to take it
can i take one of these toys ?
hard and fast against the tarmac
fast paced once we hear the sirens
see the cruisers

speed series
you own every vehicle ever
all your japanese models
gleaming gloriously and
sparkling under the streetlights

all the grid girls on the block
see your renaissance red supra
they rack up their skirts,
drag their manicures along the chrome
notice you drowned in chrome hearts

lips stained DO5
same color as the coupe
and my cheeks when we
listen to the pretty purr
of your v12 engine
the long awaited HONDA BABY. this is one of my risque pieces i'm more proud of, and have gotten a lot of public attention for.

also the reason for my location, and for my bio, hehe. i love my mechanophilia poems

HONDA BABY//sugamins
Jun 23 · 63
CAPTAIN
minx Jun 23
you like me cause i'm special,
you like me cause i'm young.
speaking of special, you're special, your special treatment works
write your songs, your **** little laughs in the background
ad-libs hitting me harder than my libido when your texts come through

dress yourself in black
clad in designer because that's what all idols deserve
my black dress disappears in the shadows of the room
you keep us away from moonlight because you can't risk letting them know
we wouldn't want your fans to turn their backs.

my lovely little music producer
who slams me into walls to soothe his fiery anger
my lovely little music producer
who lets me sit in his lap as he puts together melodies
that he's convinced can't sound better than my whimpers and--
hey guys, uh, have you ever had something down low with a music artist ?

*crickets*
...j-just me ?

โ˜ฝ yeah. thought so.โ˜พ
minx Jun 23
Yunhoโ€™s drive home was just as anticlimactic as his whole day was climactic. He was worried to go inside, scared that Geonho would scold him for an hour before sending him to bed. Or worse, Geonho would already be asleep. Yunho didnโ€™t like being in a quiet house, and he certainly didnโ€™t like being alone.

His steps were careful and quiet, his socked feet padding to the back side of the first floor. Since he didnโ€™t pass Geonho in the living room, he figured heโ€™d check the dry bar.

Just as he thought, his big brother was leaned against the black marble, sipping on the Old Fashioned in his hand as his head was turned to the floor. He perked up at the movement to his side, turning and setting down his drink on a crystal coaster.

He didnโ€™t say anything, and that worried Yunho. He was never really good at reading strangersโ€™ faces, or picking up on social ques, but heโ€™d thought that since heโ€™d known Geonho his whole life, heโ€™d be able to tell. But he couldnโ€™t, and it bothered him.

โ€œHyung, Iโ€™m so sorry. I didnโ€™t mean to have that huge outburst in front of the most important people in the company. I was just so mad that he said that about Daddy, and compared us to him โ€“like he even raised us, anywayโ€“ but seriously, it hurt my feelings. Even though I was wrong for doing that, I donโ€™t regret it.โ€ He rambled, but his statement was clear.

Geonho took a swig of his drink before looking back at Yunho. โ€œIโ€™m not mad, darling. Just overwhelmed. I should be sorry, if Iโ€™m being honestโ€“ I shouldโ€™ve stood up for you. For us. For Dad. But I didnโ€™t, and I regret it. You deserved to have me stand up for you, and I owe it to Mingi for telling that ******* off.โ€

โ€œHeโ€™s fired, if that makes you feel any better. Iโ€™m a man with a lot of ******* power, and Iโ€™m gonna take advantage of that. I wonโ€™t have anyone throwing shame on our family name. You and I are in this together, dear. Thank you for being patient with me.โ€ Geonho spilled, his hands slightly shaking as he spoke.

Yunho couldnโ€™t help but let out a long exhale. โ€œI thought you would be angry,โ€ he shrugged, a sweet, lighthearted laugh ringing through the empty silence of the dry bar area. โ€œI was convinced I was gonna come in here and get lectured.โ€

Geonho shook his head, a small huff leaving his lips. โ€œI couldnโ€™t do that to you, Yunho. Not after your day had been so bad. Iโ€™m just glad you came, even though you didnโ€™t wanna.โ€

He sighed. โ€œIt means a lot to me. Honestly, I wasnโ€™t expecting to hear aboutโ€ฆ Dad today, but I guess people are always gonna have something to say. Even if people arenโ€™t talking about him, itโ€™s like his presence looms over me. I hate it. I hate that his image had to involve me, and I hate being the one that has to clean up the mess he made.โ€

Yunho frowned, pulling himself up to sit on the counter. โ€œThatโ€™s why I didnโ€™t wanna come. I knew that if I was there, someone would be bound to bring him up, and weโ€™d get dragged into it.โ€ He said, clasping his hands in his lap.

Geonho nodded, looking up at Yunho with sorry eyes. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have taken you. I shouldโ€™ve known it would happen. But, everyone was so excited to see you again, since you hadnโ€™t really been inside the building for a couple of years. I knew everyone would be enamored with you, because youโ€™re such an angel. Dadโ€™s Angel. Everyone there knew it, too.โ€

There it was, that word again hitting Yunho like a ******* freight train.

โ€œYou were his favorite, Yunho. He never cared about me. It was always, โ€˜Youโ€™re the next man of this family, Jeong Geonho. Be big, be strong.โ€™ I just canโ€™t take the weight. Youโ€™re his little-*******-angel, and it just killed me to see you lose your spark after he started to forsake you. Itโ€™s likeโ€ฆ like he got bored of us. You, Mommy and I.โ€

It took everything in Yunho not to break into tears. Geonho was jealous, but it was too **** late to make it up to him, now. โ€œI miss Mommy,โ€ he hiccupped. โ€œEh-Especially Daddy. Iโ€™m so mad at him. He hurt us. Heโ€“ he hurt Mommy, he hurt you and he destroyed me. He did get bored of us, and he decided that ******* another woman was the solution.โ€

โ€œHe didnโ€™t care about me anymore. He d-didnโ€™t let me sit in the office when he workedโ€“ probably cause he was on the phone with that s-****. I used to be able to sit by the desk andโ€ฆโ€ Yunho paused, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would stop the tear flow.

โ€œ...and I used to be able to rest my head on his thigh. I used to be able to feel his hands in my hair, s-stroking my scalp, or petting my neck. I used to be able to sit in his lap. He used to call me his little angel. Daddyโ€™s Angel. He used to love me. Where did that Daddy go ?โ€

His eyes were glossy with tears, flooding his waterline and threatening to spill down his puffy cheeks. Geonho practically lunged forwards, taking his shaky frame between his arms.

But they werenโ€™t his Daddyโ€™s arms. It was a pathetic substitute, one he didnโ€™t care for, no matter how much Geonho tried. Yunho softly pushed him off, wiping his face and sniffling. He looked back at his brother with sullen eyes before he spoke.

โ€œI know it hurts, dear, Iโ€™m sorry. Iโ€™m hurting, too. But like I said beforeโ€“ I want to rebuild. As sad at it is, heโ€™s not in our life anymore. We have to push forwards, and by no means am I rushing you, Iโ€™m just trying to get my point across. We have to make a name for ourselves, even if that means casting out the one Jeong that couldnโ€™t keep up.โ€

โ€œWeโ€™re better than that, Yunho. Youโ€™re better than that. We have power, we have money and we have each other. Weโ€™re rich as ****.โ€

Yunho let out a little giggle at that, causing a grin to sprout on his brotherโ€™s face. โ€œYouโ€™re right. Thank you, Geonho. Youโ€™re so amazing.โ€

He nonchalantly shrugged. โ€œI know. Canโ€™t get enough, can you ??โ€

Yunho cringed. โ€œActually, on that noteโ€“ who were so you dressed up for tonight ?โ€ He crossed his arms, tilting his head. โ€œYou never do your hair likeโ€ฆ thatโ€ฆ and Iโ€™ve never seen so muchโ€ฆ chest. Might as well just left the house shirtless.โ€

Geonhoโ€™s fist collided with Yunhoโ€™s stomach in a matter of seconds. โ€œNo one, bro. Itโ€™s all for work. Iโ€™m married to my job.โ€ He rubbed his nape, his ears turning red. Yunho shook with laugher, his arm wrapped around his gut.

โ€œSure, you are, hyung.โ€ He squinted, waving his finger around.
poor yunho.
minx Jun 22
On the other line, Song Mingi laid in bed, completely at ease, for once. A fresh blunt hung from his still fingers, wafting the disgustingly amazing aroma through his dim bedroom, the only sounds being heard were the occasional inhale and the traffic outside.

Every time he breathed in, he could practically feel the stresses and sorrows leaving his body. Thatโ€™s one thing he liked about it. It made all his problems go awayโ€“ or at least slightly more moderate than theyโ€™d usually be.

Reaching to his left, he fumbled the painkillers off of his cluttered nightstand.
Setting the blunt between his lips, he twisted the cap off, shaking one out onto his hand before knocking it back into his mouth. He crunched it between his back teeth, before downing it with a glass of lukewarm water.

This is how it always went. Smoke a blunt, headache, knock back prescription pills every four hours until he couldnโ€™t feel anything at all. Thatโ€™s the beauty of synthetic satisfaction.

Never lets you down.

People ask him why. Well, just imagine losing everything, and then throwing away the best thing you had. You would force yourself into bitter evenings in the clouds, too, if you had nothing better to do.

Itโ€™s the idea of always feeling like youโ€™re never enough even when youโ€™re still doing too much. Itโ€™s overwhelming, and to Mingi, there was only one thing that could wash away the miserable shame and anxiety. Heโ€™d rather be disgusted with himself than let other people be disgusted with him.

So he inhales. And he doesnโ€™t exhale, because heโ€™s not so sure he deserves to.

Picking the bottle of pills back up from his lap, he places it back down on his nightstand. As he does, his phone goes off four more ******* times. โ€˜If youโ€™re not dying, then why are you texting me repeatedly ?โ€™ He snatches up his phone, tapping it to be met with the glowing lockscreen.

Jeong Yunho. Jeong Yunho, Jeong Yunho, Jeong-*******-Yunho.

Even seeing his name on his screen sets off a whole new bundle of triggers in his mind. Itโ€™s like cutting open a wound that took so long to heal and letting dirt air settle on it. He scrolls through the messages, letting out little laughs before his heart falls.

โ€œI want us back.โ€

Mingi choked out a sob. โ€œOh, Yunhoโ€ฆโ€


Song Mingi: are you drunk ?
Song Mingi: yunho ???
more of BACARDI ***** because i have some motivation

portrayal of emotions through actions,
minx Jun 22
so, so, so insufferable.
why don't you experience it and tell me how it feels ?
can't put yourself in someone else's shoes,
because empathy is just
so hard to understand.

unless you're a psychopath.
imagine getting bashed on x for standing up for sa victims.
minx Jun 19
Jeong Yunho stared at his phone, the contact name Song Mingi burning his glazed over eyes in the darkness of his bedroom. Outside, the city bustled, rich with nightlife. Partygoers and alcoholics loudly exchanged conversation, their words completely audible, even over the bass of the music Yunho was blaring.

Cherry Waves had been playing on repeat for the past twenty minutes. He didnโ€™t know why, it wasnโ€™t intentionalโ€“ but it did wonders to his intoxicated body, making his heart twist and turn with every soulful verse.

Clutched in his hand was the neck of a heavy glass bottle of Bacardi Superior. The fragrant liquid sloshed around in the bottle, along with the acidic burn of the alcohol in his stomach. Heโ€™d promised himselfโ€“ no, he had sworn he was okay with being friendsโ€“ that heโ€™d accepted their ending.

He hadnโ€™t really, though. It was painfully obvious, even more with the truth serum melting away those carefully constructed lies. With every drop, the dam that held back his desperate longing for Mingi crumbled, threatening to unleash a tidal wave of regret and raw desire.

So he did it. He gave in, whether he meant to or not.


Jeong Yunho: yo
Jeong Yunho: iโ€™m missing you more than my liver is missing being sober.


He sat there with his phone laid on his thigh, looking down at the screen in expectation. Itโ€™s two in the morning, so Mingi could very well be in bed and asleep, yeah ? Or at least thatโ€™s what he told himself.

Out of the whole year and a half they had been together, Mingi never went to bed before six am. So he was awake. Question is, why hadnโ€™t he answered ?

โ€˜Did heโ€ฆ block me ? No, heโ€™d never do that to me. He promised weโ€™d always be friends..โ€™

Maybe he did fall asleep. Only because Yunho refused to believe that Mingi would deliberately ignore his texts. Or in this case, advances.

He was still hopelessly in love with Mingi. Everything about him was meant for Yunho, and he was sure of it. Two people who started as friends, progressingโ€“ what else was there to say about a relationship like that ? It was perfect in his eyes. Perfect for them.


Jeong Yunho: mingiii~
Jeong Yunho: wake uppp
Jeong Yunho: i miss you.

He was starting to feel pathetic about his whole situation, if weโ€™re being completely honest here. What came over him, overpowering his whole body with the urge to text his ex, while heโ€™s stripped of his inhibitions and completely distraught ?

โ€˜I should go back to church.โ€™


Jeong Yunho: i bet youโ€™re in bed
Jeong Yunho: probably like
Jeong Yunho: naked

Jeong Yunho: mingi, are you sleeping ?

No response.

Yunho laughed at himself, but not quite because it was funny. Because it was sad.

The playful facade suddenly shattered. The Bacardi had done itโ€™s job, not only in breaking down those thick walls, but tearing down their barrier that heโ€™d worked so hard in enforcing.

The flimsy attempts at flirtation now felt hollow, replaced by a crushing weight in his chest. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, but the words that came next werenโ€™t at all what heโ€™d intended, they were a desperate plea from the deepest parts of his bruised heart.


Jeong Yunho: i actually really miss you.
Jeong Yunho: it hurts. i want us back
Jeong Yunho: why did we ever stop ?
Jeong Yunho: please answer.


The silence from Mingiโ€™s end was worse than radio silence, sharper than the burn of the Bacardi. Yunho took another long swig, the bottle feeling lighter in his hand, but his heart much heavier.

He felt stupid. Inadequate.

He was no longer trying to tease Mingi awake; he was trying to scream into the void of their absence, desperate for an echo.
from my piece, BACARDI *****.
you're welcome.
minx Jun 19
you slit open the wound that took too long to heal
letting the dirt air settle on it
to burn worse than neat bacardi on an empty stomach
ripping my throat with your claws
a well kept secret, an entity finally breaks free
ringing "i never loved you"
as blood is spilling from the ****
this ****** but i still found a way to incorporate all the words.
minx Jun 18
โ€œGeonho, Iโ€™d just like to say thank you for your commitment to the company. I know Iโ€™m not apart of your bloodline, but with how long Iโ€™ve been working for your family, I feel so truly honoured to be here, it really feels like it. You boys are amazing.โ€ An older lady said, reaching over to pat his shoulder.

She was one Yunho recognized, especially after countless interactions between she and his mother. He knew she was dear to Mommy, and now Geonho.

Must be something to be that loved.

Another man โ€“the one sitting directly next to Mingiโ€“ spoke up. Yunho didnโ€™t know his nameโ€“ knew he mustโ€™ve been given such a high position in the company since they fired the lowlife his father had been hooking up with.

And oh, he was just as terrible. Heโ€™d clearly downed too many glasses of scotch, the flush on his cheeks betraying his act of sobriety. He leaned back in his seat with an entitled flair, draping his arm over the back of Mingiโ€™s chair.

โ€œAh, Geonho-ssi,โ€ the man slurred slightly, gesturing vaguely with his glass, elbows on the table โ€˜n everything. โ€œI must say, watching you two young men, so polished, so promisingโ€ฆ it reminds me so much of your father. What a character !! A true force, one to be reckoned with.โ€ He took a long swig, a knowing smirk stretching his lips.

โ€œHe certainly knew how to keep thingsโ€ฆ lively, hmm ? Especially with the ladies. He was quite the active man. Always had his hands full, whether with a new venture or, well, other ventures outside the home, yeah, Geonho ? Never knew where heโ€™d be next, did you !โ€ He let out a loud, booming laugh, clearly finding his own observation so-*******-hilarious.

Geonho, who sat at the head of the table, forced a tight, uncomfortable chuckle, running a nervous hand through his hair. โ€œYes, well, Father certainly had aโ€ฆ unique.. approach to things.โ€ He attempted to pivot the conversation, clearing his throat. โ€œBut weโ€™re trying to forge our own path, focusing onโ€“โ€

โ€œHope you boys find a better work-life balance when you take over, for your familiesโ€™ sakes.โ€ That entitled ***** cut in, undeterred, his gaze now sweeping over Yunho with a backhanded pity.

โ€œWouldnโ€™t want anyโ€ฆ distractions like that keeping you from your true priorities, huh ?โ€

Yunho, who had been listening with a sickening blend of forced calm and internal fury, felt his blood run cold, then boil. Those words hit him like the impact of a nitro boosted *****. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth ached.
He watched his brotherโ€™s strained smile, the way he tried to brush it off, minimize the bleak insult.

It was a direct insult to not only their father, but to them. Almost warning them not to fall down the same path. His eyes, burning with inferno, snapped from the smirking colleague to Geonho, and then down to his own trembling fist.

Not again. Not here. Not in front of Mingi. Not from him.

With a sudden, very violent motion, Yunhoโ€™s fist slammed down onto the mahogany table. The sharp crack of wood against bone, amplified by the sudden silence, made the silverware jump and glasses rattle. The entitled colleague, mid-chuckle, actually yelped, spilling a splash of his drink.

Every head at the table whipped towards Yunho, who was now standing. His chair loudly scraped back as he looked down on that man, his face no longer โ€˜humbleโ€™ or โ€˜polite.โ€™ It was pure rage, his eyes blazing.

โ€œThatโ€™s enough,โ€ Yunhoโ€™s voice was low, trembling with suppressed violence, but utterly devoid of any pretense.

โ€œThe Devil is on Earth. The knives are on the table. And donโ€™t take this lightly, but youโ€™re standing in a lot of shade right now.โ€ He pushed back from the table, the chair toppling behind him.

โ€œYou donโ€™t get to talk about my family. And you certainly donโ€™t get to talk about my father.โ€

He spun on his heel, heedless of the shocked silence, the scattered glances, or Geonhoโ€™s widening eyes. Yunho furiously stalked away from the table, headed straight for the exit.

Geonho stood as well, his eyes watery and body trembling. โ€œJeong Yunho, get back here !โ€

Mingi, on the other hand, turned to the man, his brow raised and his tone terrifyingly calm. โ€œWhat made you think it was okay to say that, huh ? Did you think youโ€™re just so amazing, and just so much better than everyone here that youโ€™d get away with that ?โ€

He didnโ€™t say a word. Mingi spared Geonho a single glance before rushing out of there, following after Yunho. He was just in time, too.

Standing right in front of the headlights of the Aventador, Song Mingi aimlessly waved his arms to get the youngerโ€™s attention. Yunho looks up, wiping his eyes and shaking his head at Mingi, motioning for him to get out of the way.

Mingi scowled, walking to the side. He knocked on the window, crossing his arms. Expecting him to fully roll it down, he only cracked it.

โ€œG-go.. go away, Mingi. Let meโ€“ let me leave.โ€ Mingi heard him sob from the slit in the window, seeing his eyes all puffy and red, his face splotchy and tear stained. Mingiโ€™s heart broke at the sight.

He shook his head, his fingers slipping through the crack. โ€œYou arenโ€™t leaving without me, Yunho-ah. At least let me get in the car.โ€ He tried to negotiate, slightly shaking the window in his grasp.

Yunhoโ€™s voice broke as he opened his mouth. โ€œPlease, Mingi. I wanna be alone.โ€ He whisper pleaded, his hands ******* the wheel with a white-knuckle grip.

He almost kicked the car. A rush of anger at this whole situation just destroying him internally, but he couldnโ€™t let Yunho see that.
So he stepped back. Far enough for it to be safe, close enough to be deafened by the roar of the engine as he sped out of that parking lot.

And he was gone.
he sped out.

WILDCARD//minx
minx Jun 17
i wanna make eight lines down the broad half of your back
bend over your body and snort it up
chasing the white pony, just desperate for another hit
before throwing myself onto the bed to tip it back
to feel it trickle down my throat
before i get back up so i can finish you next.
don't do it.

i'm just dumb and in love.
Jun 17 · 58
frat boys
minx Jun 17
we get lit like a group of ****** up frat boys
pledging allegiance to the letters i couldn't tell you the meaning of
spilling drinks and staining furniture
cause we're just boys
we're just ****** up frat boys
falling in love with each other and our brothers
part of this live-once testimony to our peak days in college
cause we get lit like a group of ****** up frat boys.
first thought frat boys
Jun 17 · 64
BACARDI SUPERIOR
minx Jun 17
โ™ก

so-*******-superior
i'm like, really drunk right now,
and i didn't mean to text you
and i certainly did not mean to tell you i wanted to go down on you !

you're my ex.
and i don't ******* love you anymore.
cause i can't.
but i'm still so in love with you,
and i'd do anything to have you back.

i'm like that travis song
"hooked on feeling low"
baby-- you gotta put me in the 90210
cause only beverly girls get this ****** up.

i don't like getting drunk.
it makes me crazy, and all i wanna do is talk to you
i wanna talk to you
and tell you ***** things,
cause i wanna make you feel good inside and out

you're so lovely.
and i love when you do your eyeliner
and braid your hair
and breathe because you're so lovely

i'm listening to deftones
because it makes me happy
and makes me stop thinking about you
even though i'm writing a poem about you right now

cause i'm still in love with you,
like badly.
i want you back
and the more bacardi i have
makes it way worse

because i wanna text you back right now
instead of listening to cherry waves and trying to focus on other things
like how you didn't break up with me
and you don't constantly reject me
when you started it !

i want us to be in love again.
i want to take a flight to baltimore,
meet you in the middle
so we can kiss and make up
because i am so in love with you

i'm in love with you
i'm really in love
because even if we don't talk for weeks
i know you're thinking of me ! and i know you love me too, right ?

i wanna be in love with you, again.
i want you to tell me you're in love with me, again.
"bacardi superiorrrr~" SOBER vers.

i was so distraught guys what the hell ???

i got soooo sick this morning, woke up soooo late. don't drink bacardi straight, gng.
Jun 17 · 81
bacardi superiorrrr~
minx Jun 17
so-*******-superior
i'm really like drunk right now
and i didn't mean to text you
text
you
and ididnt mean to tell you i wanted to go down on you

you;re like
my ex
and i don't fukcing love you anymore
but like i'm so like in love with you
and i'd do anyhting for you back

'm like that travis song
hooked on feeling low
baby -you gotta put me in that 90210
cause only beverly girls get this fu cked up

i don't like getting drunk
it makes me crazy and all i wanna do is like
talk to you
talk to youuuu
tell you likee really ***** things
cause i wanna make you feel good inside adn like outt

you're so lovely
and i love when you do your eyeliner
and braid your hair
and like breathee because you're so lovely

im lsitening to deftones
because it make me happy
and makes me stop thinkng about you
even kthough i'm writing a poem abotu you right now

cause i m still in lvoe with you
like bad
i want you back
and the more bacardi i have makes it like way worse
because i wanna text you bakc right now
intread of listening to cherry waves and trying to focus on other things
that didn't breka up with me or reject me

i want us to be in in love again
i want to taake a flight to baltimore
meet you in the middle
so we ca n kiss and make up
becausei am in love with you

and im in love with you
and i'm really in love
because even if we dont talk for like weeks
i know you;;e thingking ofme !!!! and i know you loveme too right ?

i wanna be in love with you again
i want you to tell me youre in love ewith me again
i;m really fuckinf drunk right now someone help i need sober i need
minx Jun 17
you offered to make it sweet
with soft whispers, light but lustful little touches full of love

but you also offered to make it ******* hurt.
to mark my body with double bites of your canines

like a ******* dog, don't treat me like your puppy
make it hurt, baby, please.

i want everyone to.... to see how much attention you give me
don't **** a kiss into my neck, sink your teeth in until you draw blood

daddy said-- no, he promised didn't like to hit me,
but really he did. he must've loved it with how often he did.

loved to see me writhe on the floor,
salty tears spilling from my eyes with a little hard-on

rutting against the luxurious rabbit fur
begging for the belt

but once, one evening, splayed out by the fire
he let his hand slip, the buckle slicing my pale skin, painting me red

he hurt me. he felt so bad, that after that, it was my birthday for a week.
i got so much attention.

so please, mingi-ssi. make it hurt.
bruise me more. i want everyone to see how much attention you give me.
"make it hurt, mingi-ssi~" BUT YUNHO'S THOUGHTS ??!

DISCLAIMER, this is a portrayal of a FICTIONAL character and not my own experience. please be mindful that this is a work of FICTION about a CONSENSUAL s&m relationship. if it bothers you, message me. or block me. don't talk to the flag.

little ponyboy // sugamins
Jun 16 · 79
she still texts me
minx Jun 16
bella, just be forward with me
do you love me ?
do you love me still ?
because i can't keep living with that knife in my chest
struggling to breathe, because you just barely missed my heart

bella, just be forward with me
do you want me back ?
do you want me back in your arms ?
because i can't keep living like it doesn't hurt
like the blood hasn't already stained my clothes

bella, just be forward with me
do you miss me ?
do you miss the honeymoon period
where we were so in love, so immersed in each other
no matter what anyone said, we always belonged with the other ?

bella, just be forward with me.
"i miss youuu" shut up, please.


cause HOW is she gonna text me, acting like she still loves me and adores me after that whole fallout. i miss her. i miss her a lot.
Jun 16 · 51
so cyberSICK
minx Jun 16
sick, sick, i'm so sick of your cybershit

mental, mental, mental
people like you are so mental !
god, i wonder how you live with the constant urge to put other people down.
because you believe it to bring yourself up ?

does your internet status mean that much to you ?

i know you, but you don't really know me.
think about it this way--
i'm your hobby.
just cause people like you are so bored !

sick, sick, so cybersick
well get this ! you can **** my cyberdick โ™ก
no specifics. don't automatically assume you're special enough for my poetry to be about you, yeah ?

sick, sick, so-*******-cybersick
Jun 14 · 108
he deserved to shine.
minx Jun 14
It was obvious that Hongjoong didnโ€™t belong next to them.
The wealthy private school kids.
In Yunhoโ€™s eyes, he was a scrappy teenager that only got in because of his academic talent.

If it wasnโ€™t for that scholarship, Hongjoong would be back in Busan, going to public school and working part time at the docks with his single father.

Although, it would probably be healthy for Yunho to admit that he was envious of Kim Hongjoong and his work ethic for both home and school, he didnโ€™t.

It would only serve another reminder that Hongjoong is justโ€ฆ better.
He has a strong dynamic with his father.

Hell, he had a father.

No one wants to deal with a pissy little rich kid with daddy issues.

And heโ€™s new. A fresh face for the academy.

Itโ€™s like buying a diamond.
Itโ€™s all attractive and sparkly until you see it too many times.
Then it gets old.
And people are just waiting until a new diamond drops into Seoul for them to admire until it dulls down to ****.

Yunho didnโ€™t wanna be dull. He deserved to shine.
creds// WILDCARD
Jun 10 · 75
we could've died
minx Jun 10
Mingiโ€™s whole ******* life flashed before his eyes, anticipating the end of his life to be due to reckless driving. He squeezed his eyes shut, the only sounds he could process were the engine and Yunhoโ€™s shallow gasps for air.

Mingi wasnโ€™t even breathing, at this point.

On the other hand, Yunho felt the flow of the voltage coursing through his veins as if they were wires, fueling his rush, awakening him like never before.

All he saw were bricks. So he swerved the Aventador right, skidding across the grit, the small spoiler wing practically a hair away from the wall.

The whole vehicle did a 360, Yunho easing down on the brakes as things took a different feeling. He looked over at Mingi, who finally opened his eyes, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips as his chest heaved.

Yunho unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of his seat and putting himself in Mingiโ€™s lap. He locked his arms around his neck, Mingiโ€™s slithering around his waist as they caught their breath together.

As their bodies settled down, Yunho was the first to pull away, yet keeping his body flush against Mingiโ€™s. He cupped the elderโ€™s face, his thumbs stroking his soft cheeks as his soft pants brushing against his lips.

โ€œWhere did you learn to do that ?โ€

Mingi inhaled, his hands holding tightly onto Yunhoโ€™s hips.

โ€œI didnโ€™t.โ€

Mingi laughed. โ€œWe couldโ€™ve died.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€

Yunho smiled, leaning in, his forehead against Mingiโ€™s.

Mingi pulled him in for another hug, holding him tightly before releasing.
โ€œYou should probably drive back, before the cops show up.โ€ He whispered, running his hands through Yunhoโ€™s slightly sweat-damp hair.

Yunho whined, wiggling around a bit.ย ย โ€œWhat, you donโ€™t like when I sit on your lap ?โ€ He purred, directly addressing their close, close proximity.

Mingi looked away, chuckling, before Yunho took his face back in his hands, pulling him closer.
โ€œCโ€™mon, Mingi-hyung, you have to admit. You like it when weโ€™re this close, right ?โ€ He sweetly smiled, using his soft-toned voice.
WILDCARD // iwillwooyou, aka, minx
Jun 8 · 112
prom night
minx Jun 8
i wish i went to prom
so i could give you that dance
as i smiled at your sparkly eyes
pearly white teeth and soft, almost satin hair,
i wanted you that night.
i wish i went
Jun 8 · 169
daddy, why ?
minx Jun 8
daddy, why did you kiss me there ?
why did you run your fingers down my spine
knowing what it makes me feel
knowing how i react
did you just not care ?

daddy, why did you touch me there ?
grazing your finger over pretty parts you shouldn't touch
knowing it hurts my soul and mind
knowing that i'll make me anxious
did you just not care ?
stop it,
minx Jun 7
don't you know, when you're angry you go crazy
you go so wild, face flushed with a stiff spine
clenched fists and clenched teeth
moments from throwing a little tantrum
because it's so... unfair.

"why he, and not me !" he wailed, shivering, shuddering
the bass in his deep voice booming like thunder
little baby gets angry,
fussing like a child
needing the elder to settle him down, ease his rhythmic stimming.
you don't treat them like you treat her. why is it that self expression has left her feeling like she needs a guard ?

is this.. fair ?
Jun 7 · 39
WILDCARD
minx Jun 7
you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
sniffing coke
and hoping not to choke
crying in the rain
cause daddy apologized too late

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
acting out so they look your way
even if it's to snarl, sneer, as they sip their belvedere
running the blazing red lights
half-way hoping not to die

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
racking up some NDEs
swerving your bleak blue lamborghini
sitting in your boy-best-friend's lap
leaving absolutely no gap

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
hotwiring a luxury sports car
to hear it skid loudly on the tar
kissing him behind closed doors
before ******* him on all fours.

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
growing up too fast
cause daddy couldn't make life last
dragging mommy down to hell
leaving you to blow the inheritance on chanel

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
the devil rages in your eyes
fueling each and every one of your highs
allowing you no goodbyes
so you can keep your eye on the prize
inspired by my piece, "WILDCARD"

--

excerpt from WILDCARD

--

โ€œDonโ€™t ask me to slow down, cause I wonโ€™t.โ€ He spared Mingi a sarcastic smile. โ€œYou canโ€™t get scared, either. Just.. have fun.โ€ Yunho reached over to hold Mingiโ€™s hand.

Mingi raised his brow, pulling away from Yunhoโ€™s grasp. โ€œYou think Iโ€™m gonna be scared ? My mama didnโ€™t raise me to be a little *****.โ€ He crossed his arms.

Yunho snickered, a menacing glint in his deep eyes as he slowly pulled up to a yellow light signaling drivers to stop.

โ€œI warned you.โ€

He didnโ€™t waste a second to hit the gas pedal, the energy going from 0 to 100 as he ran the first red light of the night.

Jeong Yunho, Daredevil.

The engine was so loud, the word โ€˜purrโ€™ couldnโ€™t even be used to describe it. Mingiโ€™s hands gripped onto the door as the younger hit 90 mph, speeding on the public roads. Christ, they better pray there arenโ€™t cops patrolling this area, or Yunho would have a disgusting fine to pay for multiple felonies.

Not that he couldnโ€™t pay it, though.

โ€œYunho, slow down !!โ€ Mingi yelped, locking his seatbelt so he didnโ€™t fly forwards every time he sped. Yunho didnโ€™t look over, keeping his eyes and smile turned towards the road.

He shook his head, laughter bubbling up in his chest. โ€œWhat did I tell you, hyung !? Thereโ€™s no turning back now !โ€ He shouted, his voice barely audible over the roaring engine and loud music booming from the speakers.

Yunho took a sharp left, then a right behind the warehouse through the fortunately open gates of the chain-link fence. He didnโ€™t know if the gates were even open, or not.
The gravel crunched beneath the wheels, a beautiful sound that sent chills down Yunhoโ€™s spine. Mingi started to laugh for the same reason, the feeling of excitement rushing up his chest and out of his mouth. It was a sweet, melodic sound, one of pure elation.

โ€œSee, itโ€™s fun, right ?โ€ Yunho leaned to his side, yelling at Mingi.

Fun wasnโ€™t the right word. It didnโ€™t give enough credit for hisโ€ฆ excitement. Nights like these never made him feel as euphoric as now, but currently, Yunhoโ€™s headlights were illuminating a whole new side of himself, almost distorting and altering his current beliefs.

He was finally sort of feeling the revitalizing rush that Yunho described deriving from careless experiences.

Yunho made a quick left, his wheels drifting against the gravel, fragments of rock flying against the metal fences. Oh, he wanted so badly to turn his head to look at Mingi, to see his radiant smile, but he wouldnโ€™t waste that NDE for just a glance.

He played with the wheels on the rear-end again, gripping the wheel tight with each turn he took. The engine revved as he spun in a circle, the sharp impact causing Mingiโ€™s shoulder to bump against the door, a little yelp leaving his lips.

โ€œYou alright, Mingi ??โ€ Yunho called out, reaching one hand over to grip the meat of the elderโ€™s thigh. He let out a hearty laugh, placing his hand over Yunhoโ€™s for a split second before pointing forwards at the road. โ€œFocus, man !โ€ He screamed, waving his hand in front of them.

Yunho smirked, the same devilish one Mingi had seen when they were messing with that McLaren. He didnโ€™t slow down exactly as he intended to, speeding up to reach 100 mph after a right turn.

The brick wall of the warehouse got closer by the second, Yunho unconsciously speeding up to a sui cidal 120 on the dash.

โ€œYo, what the **** are you doing, Yunho ?!?โ€

Yunho didnโ€™t answer. Didnโ€™t even spare him a glimpse. His eyes were frantically scanning over the meters, flashing towards the space in front of him, internally timing everything with precise ideas of their outcome. It was do or die, literally.

Mingiโ€™s whole ******* life flashed before his eyes, anticipating the end of his life to be due to reckless driving. He squeezed his eyes shut, the only sounds he could process were the engine and Yunhoโ€™s shallow gasps for air. Mingi wasnโ€™t even breathing, at this point.

On the other hand, Yunho felt the flow of the voltage coursing through his veins as if they were wires, fueling his rush, awakening him like never before.

All he saw were bricks. So he swerved the Aventador right, skidding across the grit, the small spoiler wing practically a hair away from the wall.

The whole vehicle did a 360, Yunho easing down on the brakes as things took a different feeling. He looked over at Mingi, who finally opened his eyes, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips as his chest heaved.

Yunho unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of his seat and putting himself in Mingiโ€™s lap. He locked his arms around his neck, Mingiโ€™s slithering around his waist as they caught their breath together.

As their bodies settled down, Yunho was the first to pull away, yet keeping his body flush against Mingiโ€™s. He cupped the elderโ€™s face, his thumbs stroking his soft cheeks as his soft pants brushing against his lips.

โ€œWhere did you learn to do that ?โ€ Mingi inhaled, his hands holding tightly onto Yunhoโ€™s hips.

โ€œI didnโ€™t.โ€

Mingi laughed. โ€œWe couldโ€™ve died.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€ Yunho smiled, leaning in, his forehead against Mingiโ€™s.

Mingi pulled him in for another hug, holding him tightly before releasing. โ€œYou should probably drive back, before the cops show up.โ€ He whispered, running his hands through Yunhoโ€™s slightly sweat-damp hair.

Yunho whined, wiggling around a bit. โ€œWhat, you donโ€™t like when I sit on your lap ?โ€ He purred, directly addressing their close, close proximity. Mingi looked away, chuckling, before Yunho took his face back in his hands, pulling him closer.
โ€œCโ€™mon, Mingi-hyung, you have to admit. You like it when weโ€™re this close, right ?โ€ He sweetly smiled, using his soft-toned voice.

Mingi sighed, patting Yunhoโ€™s bottom as an indicator for him to get up. โ€œYeah, yeah. Letโ€™s go, Yuyu. Then you can sit in my lap all youโ€™d like.โ€ Mingi promised, helping him up. Yunho carefully stepped over the centre console, sitting down in the driverโ€™s seat.

The car ride back was almost soothing compared to the rush from before. It was almost like Yunho channeled his pent-up ****** energy into these external actions to relieve himself.

But it didnโ€™t last for long, as he could already feel his body becoming eager for the thought of what was to come.

---

in "WILDCARD" jeong yunho, a high school senior loses both of his parents in a pathetic car accident. the one thing he really loved, killed his parents. he becomes a reckless boy, a daredevil who tests himself, risking multiple felonies, his life and his relationship with his best friend mingi, who grounds him. mingi and yunho have not only ****** tension, but also romantic tension, leaving the piece as palpable as can be all the way through.
minx Jun 6
โ€œI can make it sweet,โ€

Mingi whispered against his throat. He pressed open mouthed kisses over the little freckles and moles that dotted the lovely ***** of his neck, and then he ****** a firm kiss just beneath his ear. It wasnโ€™t hard enough to bruise the skin, but it still made the boy gasp and scratch his nails over his back.

โ€œOr I can make it hurt.โ€

Rather than **** another kiss against the boyโ€™s throat, he parted his mouth wide enough to expose his teeth. They sank into the side of his neck with such force the skin almost yielded to his sharp canines and incisors.

Yunho tensed beneath him. Mingi felt his throat spasming beneath his bite. For a second, it seemed like he might struggle, like he might push him away or hit his fists against him to make him stop with a scared whine.

But the sound that left his lips wasnโ€™t one of fear, it was sweet pleasure. The kind which made the head spin and the thighs tremble.

โ€œOh, Mingi,โ€ he moaned. โ€œOh โ€ฆ it feels โ€ฆโ€

Mingi held on for a moment before trading his teeth for his lips. ****** a firm kiss against the dimples he had left behind in his flesh. As he released him, he asked,

โ€œWhat do you like more?โ€

โ€œNnn, make it hurt,โ€

Yunho whimpered against his arm.

โ€œBruise me more. I want everyone to see how much attention you give me.โ€

โ›ค
make it hurt, mingi-ssi ~

(yeooowwch...)

REMINDER, this is a work of FICTION portraying two people in a CONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIP ! message me if this bothers you, or block me, please.

s&m

little ponyboy // sugamins
Jun 4 · 82
rosary boy
minx Jun 4
Yunho had no idea that Mingi was touching himself right now.

Touching himself and thinking about his warmth, his body pressed up against him, his sweet-smelling hair.

How he had looked as he had danced in front of him, with his arms lazily lifted above his head and his eyes closed as he softly swayed to the dreamy music.

Those dark curls in his armpits, and how they would match the thatch between his lean thighs. The thatch that was hidden within his little briefs.

How virginal he looked in his all-white underwear, especially when he got
onto his knees to pray. The way his lips had brushed against the blue rosary beads as he had prayed โ€ฆ

and how they would look if he were to slip the dangling chain between them.
Deeper and deeper, bead by bead, until the silver crucifix was brushing against the back of his tongue.
Until it started slipping down his throat to the wet sound of his gagging andโ€“
i love catholic characters so much

trouble's gonna find you // sugamins
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