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65 · May 7
it's my party, though
minx May 7
i don’t know how to feel
about kayla
wanting an invitation to
my party.
i feel like it all happened so crazily,
how she just dropped me–
but i feel like this is confirmation that she didn’t
willingly drop me.
or frida wanted a friend to come.
either way, k’s message was soo abrupt
and caught me heavily off guard
when out of nowhere
she just sent me that bs text about
“we weren’t that close, anyways, so no problem.”
but i genuinely did want to be her friend.
i worked towards the day til so i could
rightfully
make it better,
and for her to drop me
and have em ghost me just
took me out !!
i’ll see em in the halls,
and she’ll just ignore me,
but either way i still smile at her.
and i did the same
when i caught k looking my way,
so i was just like…
i smiled at her.
what else was i supposed to do ?
i want to be her friend, seriously.
i didn’t put in that much
effort
and time
into it just falling apart before my eyes.
i’m glad frida is on my side, though.
we’re a lot better than we were, before.
i was always mad at her,
but knowing
she defended my case
makes me wanna keep her around,
no matter how much she annoys me.
she told k how em led me on.
and frankly, she did.
for all of october.
she flattered me for three days, and i fell.
the day i met her,
she was already looking at me differently.
and i went to study period that day to make up with kendall,
and she interrupted us,
asking about if “she’d see me after classes”
and i was so excited,
feeling like
she cared for me
because she was
equally
as eager to see me after classes.
and she’d completely spend as much time as she could with me,
talking about nonsense,
but i was happy. i was entertained.
she even made efforts to skip her class
to come see me during lunch,
and she’d let me walk her to class.
and she initiated wanting to walk me to my seventh period,
letting me hold her arm and sshit.
it was so lovey and everything.
she told me not to worry about you,
because “kayla can’t pick my friends.”
so i guess that was part of the reason
i was so disregarding to k in the first place.
she made it
clear to me
that they
were on
a break,
and she wanted to spend time with me.
even going to measures to ignore you
during our study period to talk with me.
to flirt with me,
and she did,
sooo much.
it was the week i had been training for the big pep rally,
and anything i did she practically purred at,
or complimented.
she paid attention to the way i did my hair flips,
cooing at it,
and howling or whatever.
she even rested her hand on my leg, at one point.
and i dunno,
i guess i was just so enamored by her–
that all i wanted to do was catch her attention.
so when i gave her my necklace,
she wore it.
she took off the one that she normally wore
and wore mine.
and we matched.
and finally,
by the end of the week,
she made sure to stand right at the front of the senior class
with all of her stupid friends,
and even you, i think
and she watched me.
i was so excited to have her
eyes on me
while we did that raunchy little dance.
it made me feel amazing.
i almost let her meet my mom.
and after that rally,
she talked me up,
telling me how cute it was
and how funny i looked with my mom up there,
swing dancing.
she said she didn’t know i could dance like that.
and once again,
she came to my lunch period that day,
but it was different.
she gently confronted me about the rumors i had supposedly started
about emely wanting to be more than friends with me,
and frankly, i was talking to my friends–
but only shay, frida and kendall about
how i wanted to be more with her.
and i guess too many people heard,
because people were confronting her.
after classes, we talked,
i walked
her to the door that day
and when i came back
i got comments on how she was checking me out
the whole time i was talking to one of her friends.
and my least favorite but most intimate moment with her
would have to be the stupid trunk or treat.
i hadn’t expected to see her there,
so i didn’t go above and beyond to look absolutely amazing.
and when hannah and i approached her,
we were talking when i think
frida motioned me over and i saw her
and mentally freaked.
iirc, she initiated a hug ‘n everything.
i remember going back to my side of the event to
‘help clean’
but really,
i just wanted a reason to stay back.
and i immediately regretted it.
now, in advance,
i had already heard so much about kayla,
so i was terrified of her.
i made the mistake of not checking my surroundings
and latching onto em
from behind
while k was literally on her shoulder.
i internally freaked out
and regretted it.
i think it was after frida left, when it was just
us,
k,
and a few other kids from spanish club.
right before people started leaving,
em and k had shared the most loving kiss
i had
ever
experienced
happen before my eyes.
i was dead
oblivious
to the fact that you two were back on speaking terms,
so it was a huge punch in the face to see that.
and what’s even more embarrassing,
is that i started crying.
like a lot, too.
i tried to turn around,
but i could still hear you two.
i was so ashamed
to fall for emely
and be completely led on
that i just broke down.
i tried to stop crying,
but emely noticed
and she consoled me.
and she pushed so hard,
and i was so annoyed,
but she insisted on hugging me through it
to help me feel better.
and i even told her.
“no, not now, your girlfriend will see and get mad”
and she told me she didn’t care !!
and even when i didn’t hug her back,
she still kept it up,
all over me,
rubbing my back
and letting me cry in her shirt.
and after you had left,
i had tried to communicate with her about it,
about how
i didn’t know
they were back together
and it hurt my feelings.
em made me feel sooo stupid for it,
making me feel like i was just
being silly.
she was like
“uh, yeah, that’s my girlfriend..”
so i felt sooo dumb.
and i dunno,
we just spent like
ten more minutes out there
of her trying to make me laugh
while she did stupidly charming things
like make me look up at the sunset.
i was genuinely in love with her,
so it hurt me.
badly.
her father had finally arrived at some point,
and my mom wasn’t here yet.
so she offered to stall her dad
and stay back for me
until she knew i was safe,
but i told her i didn’t wanna get her in trouble.
even when she told me she didn’t care,
i still let her go.
it was extremely embarrassing when my mother
did come for me,
and i sobbed in the car.
after that, things kinda fell off.
she stopped wearing my necklace
and got closer to you
while we grew apart,
no matter how much
she says we didn’t.
after i had stopped feeling things for her,
i confessed to her
and she insisted we stay friends,
but politely rejected me.
that’s when things just got 'better.'
but i dunno,
knowing that this is all still going
is offputting to me.
i just wanna see if i can justify my actions.
but it's a little late, yeah ?
sorry, kayla.
64 · Jun 17
BACARDI SUPERIOR
minx Jun 17


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.
62 · Jun 24
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.



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

"you're right. shoot."

♫ ♬ ♫

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

"oh."
"yes sir."

☽ ⛤ ☾
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


Jeong Yunho: i’m drunk
Jeong Yunho: that doesn’t matter though

Song Mingi: yunho, i miss you too. but you know i can’t be here for you.
Song Mingi: we’re at different places in life.


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


Song Mingi: i’m not at my best place to give you a relationship, yu,
Song Mingi: certainly not the one you deserve.
Song Mingi: it’s not your fault, i’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 couldn’t take it. He’d been staring at the screen, holding his breath, hoping for him to send a sixth text saying ‘it was just a joke !’ but he didn’t. And he wouldn’t.

So he cried.

He broke down, everything he’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.

How’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 didn’t.


Song Mingi: yunho.
Song Mingi: don’t do it.
Song Mingi: answer me or i’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: i’m sorry


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

‘I thought I had lost you forever.’

He didn’t know what to expect. Anytime Yunho got deeply intoxicated, he’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: it’s just me.

Song Mingi: yeah, i don’t like that.
Song Mingi: can i come over ?

Jeong Yunho: no it’s messy
Jeong Yunho: i’ll drive over there
Jeong Yunho: see u in five


Mingi saw that and panicked. “Is he crazy ?? He’s drunk !!”


Song Mingi: no
Song Mingi: don’t ******* drive
Song Mingi: i’ll go get you
Song Mingi: or walk, just don’t drive
excerpt from BACARDI ***** // minx

xxoo
minx Jun 24
He’s crying, and crying, and crying.

Yunho refuses to go home, not yet. Not when he’s such a mess inside and out. He figured Geonho and Mingi would be waiting up for him, so it’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 wasn’t really possible. So he rerouted to the convenience store.

He had enough gas in the tank, he was sure of it. He didn’t need a snack, either, since he was just sat at one of Seoul’s five-star restaurants. No, he was searching for something else– something that awakened a different type of hormone. Dopamine ? Testosterone ? Oxytocin ? Either way, it was something he didn’t have to inject into his veins, so a win is a win.

But he couldn’t just walk in and go talk to Hongjoong’s daddy. That would be weird. Yunho would look stupid, and he didn’t like looking stupid.

He parked at the front, instead of paying for gas he didn’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 doesn’t pay attention to which one he grabs, he just does, before stumbling over to the cashier’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. “Are you upset ?” He softly asked, furrowing his brows. Yunho gave a tight lipped smile, shaking his head. “Oh, no, sir. I’m okay.” He instinctively said, awkwardly brushing some hair out of his eyes.

“I can tell you’ve been crying.” He pointed out, looking at him with empathetic eyes.

Yunho huffed, then nodded, looking down at the floor. “I-I’m sorry, today has just been… a rough day. I’m not feeling too well.” He whimpered, his lips turning into a frown. Daddy sighed, reaching forwards and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. And please don’t cry, angel. I’m sure things will get better, okay ?” He smiled, reassuring him and squeezing his shoulder softly. Yunho nodded, his ears turning red as he took the plastic bag from the counter.

‘Angel. He called me angel.’

Before Yunho could fully take a step away from the register, Daddy stopped him. “Wait– take these, angel.” 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.

“Thank you…” he sweetly said, waving bye-bye before Daddy could force the cash back into his hands. It was a sweet gesture, but Yunho didn’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.

‘EXCLUSIVE CAR MEET, 12 AM SAT EVENING.’

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
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.
59 · May 19
hide
minx May 19
PEOPLE TELL ME TO LEAVE YOU, BUT I LOVE YOU.

...is this about me ?

no. it's not. (...is he serious ?)

i have everyone telling me
that you aren't good for me.
but i wanna be someone to you.
...
i want you back
as my friend, yknow ?
ava took the one person i could shamelessly give myself to
in more ways than one.

i get it
understand that
i keep our friendship private
but not because i wouldn't call you that
but because you know a lot
and you can use that against me
and other people could use you
to get closer to me
i don't like to be weak
or seem stupid
and i don't wanna tarnish my reputation.

m, why would i ever use that against you ?
that works both ways.

i know you wouldn't.
you're the first person in twelve years
that i have truly trusted
so i'm very different, regarding trust and precaution.

...
so i hide you.

m, you make me feel like you want
my time
my attention

but i can't tell if you mean it.

and i don't have much time left with you
so i'm trying to give you all i can.

i get it.
but when we talk, it's like one of us always has something going on.

i know, i know.
and i wanna be that person to you.
the one you can trust with everything.
(the one you love ?)
but i don't know if it'll be reciprocated, yknow ?
i don't wanna give you the best of my life
when you can't even give me the time.

i shared my most intimate sides with you.
so i don't wanna hurt myself again.

i get that.
(does he ?)
i trusted you, too.
but the thing that makes it different
is that i'm emotionally stronger than most.

hey ! we both are.
that's why we're so good.
once again, matias-- good god, when will i learn !!!
58 · Jun 17
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
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.

Yunho’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 wasn’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 Master’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
minx Jun 26
“Is this your daddy?” he asked, gazing down into the old photograph.

“Yeah, it’s my dad,” Mingi said with a nod. “He teaches at Zurich University. Korean language and cultural studies.”

“He’s handsome, as all daddies are.” Yunho rubbed his thumb over the glass.

Though Mingi couldn’t see where he was touching, he had a feeling he had just stroked his thumb over the spot where his dad’s face was. “And your mummy? Where’s she?”

“… Don’t know her, she left when I was a baby.”

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.

“Oh, how dreadful. I’m terribly sorry. You must miss her.”

“Hard to miss someone you have no memories of,” Mingi replied with a shrug. “Wherever she is, I hope she’s happy. God knows my dad is far from it.”

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

Mingi nodded and explained, “Yeah, but only on video calls. I’ve never met him in person.”

“Meeting my daddy is like meeting God,” Yunho said in the softest whisper. “Big, powerful, filled with wrath which he demonstrates more than his apparent boundless love. I hope you never meet him. He’s … frightening.”

Mingi furrowed his brow and asked, “Frightening how?”

Yunho turned back to the photograph. His hands weren’t quite steady as he stared down at it.

“Does your daddy hit you too?” 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 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 didn’t know why, it wasn’t intentional– 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. He’d promised himself– no, he had sworn he was okay with being friends– that he’d accepted their ending.

He hadn’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: i’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. It’s two in the morning, so Mingi could very well be in bed and asleep, yeah ? Or at least that’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 hadn’t he answered ?

‘Did he… block me ? No, he’d never do that to me. He promised we’d always be friends..’

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, progressing– 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 we’re being completely honest here. What came over him, overpowering his whole body with the urge to text his ex, while he’s stripped of his inhibitions and completely distraught ?

‘I should go back to church.’


Jeong Yunho: i bet you’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 it’s job, not only in breaking down those thick walls, but tearing down their barrier that he’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 weren’t at all what he’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 Mingi’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 23
Yunho’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 didn’t like being in a quiet house, and he certainly didn’t like being alone.

His steps were careful and quiet, his socked feet padding to the back side of the first floor. Since he didn’t pass Geonho in the living room, he figured he’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 didn’t say anything, and that worried Yunho. He was never really good at reading strangers’ faces, or picking up on social ques, but he’d thought that since he’d known Geonho his whole life, he’d be able to tell. But he couldn’t, and it bothered him.

“Hyung, I’m so sorry. I didn’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 –like he even raised us, anyway– but seriously, it hurt my feelings. Even though I was wrong for doing that, I don’t regret it.” He rambled, but his statement was clear.

Geonho took a swig of his drink before looking back at Yunho. “I’m not mad, darling. Just overwhelmed. I should be sorry, if I’m being honest– I should’ve stood up for you. For us. For Dad. But I didn’t, and I regret it. You deserved to have me stand up for you, and I owe it to Mingi for telling that ******* off.”

“He’s fired, if that makes you feel any better. I’m a man with a lot of ******* power, and I’m gonna take advantage of that. I won’t have anyone throwing shame on our family name. You and I are in this together, dear. Thank you for being patient with me.” Geonho spilled, his hands slightly shaking as he spoke.

Yunho couldn’t help but let out a long exhale. “I thought you would be angry,” he shrugged, a sweet, lighthearted laugh ringing through the empty silence of the dry bar area. “I was convinced I was gonna come in here and get lectured.”

Geonho shook his head, a small huff leaving his lips. “I couldn’t do that to you, Yunho. Not after your day had been so bad. I’m just glad you came, even though you didn’t wanna.”

He sighed. “It means a lot to me. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to hear about… Dad today, but I guess people are always gonna have something to say. Even if people aren’t talking about him, it’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.”

Yunho frowned, pulling himself up to sit on the counter. “That’s why I didn’t wanna come. I knew that if I was there, someone would be bound to bring him up, and we’d get dragged into it.” He said, clasping his hands in his lap.

Geonho nodded, looking up at Yunho with sorry eyes. “I shouldn’t have taken you. I should’ve known it would happen. But, everyone was so excited to see you again, since you hadn’t really been inside the building for a couple of years. I knew everyone would be enamored with you, because you’re such an angel. Dad’s Angel. Everyone there knew it, too.”

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

“You were his favorite, Yunho. He never cared about me. It was always, ‘You’re the next man of this family, Jeong Geonho. Be big, be strong.’ I just can’t take the weight. You’re his little-*******-angel, and it just killed me to see you lose your spark after he started to forsake you. It’s like… like he got bored of us. You, Mommy and I.”

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. “I miss Mommy,” he hiccupped. “Eh-Especially Daddy. I’m so mad at him. He hurt us. He– 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.”

“He didn’t care about me anymore. He d-didn’t let me sit in the office when he worked– probably cause he was on the phone with that s-****. I used to be able to sit by the desk and…” Yunho paused, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would stop the tear flow.

“...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. Daddy’s Angel. He used to love me. Where did that Daddy go ?”

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 weren’t his Daddy’s arms. It was a pathetic substitute, one he didn’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.

“I know it hurts, dear, I’m sorry. I’m hurting, too. But like I said before– I want to rebuild. As sad at it is, he’s not in our life anymore. We have to push forwards, and by no means am I rushing you, I’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 couldn’t keep up.”

“We’re better than that, Yunho. You’re better than that. We have power, we have money and we have each other. We’re rich as ****.”

Yunho let out a little giggle at that, causing a grin to sprout on his brother’s face. “You’re right. Thank you, Geonho. You’re so amazing.”

He nonchalantly shrugged. “I know. Can’t get enough, can you ??”

Yunho cringed. “Actually, on that note– who were so you dressed up for tonight ?” He crossed his arms, tilting his head. “You never do your hair like… that… and I’ve never seen so much… chest. Might as well just left the house shirtless.”

Geonho’s fist collided with Yunho’s stomach in a matter of seconds. “No one, bro. It’s all for work. I’m married to my job.” He rubbed his nape, his ears turning red. Yunho shook with laugher, his arm wrapped around his gut.

“Sure, you are, hyung.” He squinted, waving his finger around.
poor yunho.
minx Jun 25


“You should name the boardings.”

The suggestion dragged Mingi out of his musings. He came around with a hard blink and a soft snort. “I’m sorry?” he asked, his eyebrows lifting enough to lightly crease his forehead.

“What did you say, love?”

“A name, you should give the boardings a name,” Yunho repeated, talking in a slow and steady rhythm as if Mingi was a child. “The larger of the stables is called le Nid des Hirondelles, because–”

“Because the swallows like to nest there,” 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 ‘the stables’ 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 didn’t know all that much, but he had learned some things from his years working alongside Seonghwa and Adrien.

“I like to call it les Hirondelles for short. The smaller stable hasn’t been given an official name yet. It’s a more recent addition, and it does take time for a name to settle. I’m still thinking of a suitable choice. As for your boardings…” Yunho paused to think it over, his gaze once more skipping over the interior of the bungalow. “Uh, les Pignons?

Mingi considered it before shaking his head. “Too obvious. It should have more character, don’t you think?”

After a moment, Yunho’s lips lifted in a pleased smile which showed his teeth.

"La Grange du Cheval?”

Mingi felt his lips curling into a smile too. He didn’t try to hide it by turning away or dropping his head. The Master had earned the right to see it for his wit. “I like that one,” he said, his voice soft. “I might have to steal it from you.”

“You can have it. It’s my gift to you.”

“Alright, thank you. Does your private suite have a name?”

Yunho nodded. “It 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?”

“Yeah, they’re grown in the manor garden. Most of them are blue, but some sprout up yellow and orange.” Mingi knew it was probably a bad idea to suggest it, but he decided to go for it.

“You’ll have to invite me to your suite some time. I’ve never seen the poppies in the windows. I think I’d like to see them.”

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

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 didn’t expose his flush to the boy. He didn’t want him to know how uncomfortable he was making him.

“I’m a good student,” the Master finished, his voice breathier than it had been moments ago. “And I think you would make the perfect teacher. You’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 I’m misbehaving. Praise me when I’m being good. You
would be just perfect, I think.”
ughhghrjgvkf little ponyboy yunho has me WEAKKKK nhhhh okay sorry for that ahem

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 Lucie’s head. He held out the sugar cube with a fond smile. Unlike with the apple, Lucie didn’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.

“Un pour toi, un pour moi.”

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 mare’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
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 Mingi’s keen ears.

“What are you eating?” 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. “Would you like one?”

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 didn’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 dell’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 didn’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. “Now, Mingi! You too!” 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.

“I’m afraid Mingi isn’t the kind to play such games,” Seonghwa remarked with a soft chuckle. “Try as I might, I just can’t get him to play nice with the other horses.”

Yunho was quick to argue, “It’s because you’re too gentle with him. I think a firm hand would work better.”

For a moment, a fleeting look of uncertainty came over Seonghwa’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 Master’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. “No, Mingi needs a gentle hand. Believe me, I know him better than anyone else.”
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
51 · Jun 16
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
no specifics. don't automatically assume you're special enough for my poetry to be about you, yeah ?

sick, sick, so-*******-cybersick
minx Jun 25
Though Yunho was still smiling, his tone was eerily flat when he spoke. “Yes, it sounds … quite beautiful, doesn’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.”

“Yunho?”

“Yes?”

“We’ve talked about this, remember? What’s appropriate to say to me, and what you should keep to yourself.”

“… I’m sorry, I just think you’re so handsome. I get flustered and say the wrong things.”

“I know, and I’m flattered,” Mingi said, his tone soft and slow. “I think it’s sweet, but you need to be careful. You can’t say things like that around anyone else. I could get in trouble with your parents if they find out about … the things we’ve done in the stables. So please, try and keep the fantasies to yourself.”

“It’s just us,” Yunho pointed out, slowly lowering his hands from his cheeks. “No one has to know. I won’t tell a soul. Not even Roméo, and I tell him everything.”

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.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, his tone filled with resignation. “Just us.”

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
50 · Jun 29
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 27
Yunho spoke around his dangling cigarette. It bobbed from every slight twitch of his pretty lips. “Mmm, my body hurts.”

“Your body hurts?” 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. “How come?”

“Riding the horses,” he explained, his gaze still burning into Mingi’s skull.

“They can be rough. But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

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

Only, it wasn’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.

“Oh, dear! No one enjoys a rough ride, least of all the horses. Which one was rough with you? I’ll have to ride them myself and see if they need some more balance and gait training.

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 didn’t give him so much as a glance. He was much too busy babying the little darling on his knee.

“That’s quite alright,” Yunho replied, his lips lifting in a hollow smile around his cigarette. “I have to learn how to train it myself. I’ll put plenty of work into it.”

“Good boy,” 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, “Do you think I could ride a stallion?”

“Hmm, the question isn’t if you could, rather if you should,” came Seonghwa’s earnest and soft-spoken response. “I’ve no doubt that you could handle one. Not all stallions are temperamental. Some are calm, good-natured. But they’re just too unpredictable, love. They can’t help it. It’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.”

“What about you?” 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. “Do you think I could handle a stallion?”

The Master wasn’t talking about horses.

The stallion he longed to handle had stormy eyes and calloused hands, and it couldn’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.

“… Yeah, you could do it,” Mingi said, his voice low and soft in the quiet of the courtyard. “We’ll have to reach out to the stud farms in a few weeks. Maybe they’ll have a suitable stallion for you to ride?”

“You promise?” 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
39 · Jun 7
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

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“Don’t ask me to slow down, cause I won’t.” He spared Mingi a sarcastic smile. “You can’t get scared, either. Just.. have fun.” Yunho reached over to hold Mingi’s hand.

Mingi raised his brow, pulling away from Yunho’s grasp. “You think I’m gonna be scared ? My mama didn’t raise me to be a little *****.” 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.

“I warned you.”

He didn’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 ‘purr’ couldn’t even be used to describe it. Mingi’s hands gripped onto the door as the younger hit 90 mph, speeding on the public roads. Christ, they better pray there aren’t cops patrolling this area, or Yunho would have a disgusting fine to pay for multiple felonies.

Not that he couldn’t pay it, though.

“Yunho, slow down !!” Mingi yelped, locking his seatbelt so he didn’t fly forwards every time he sped. Yunho didn’t look over, keeping his eyes and smile turned towards the road.

He shook his head, laughter bubbling up in his chest. “What did I tell you, hyung !? There’s no turning back now !” 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 didn’t know if the gates were even open, or not.
The gravel crunched beneath the wheels, a beautiful sound that sent chills down Yunho’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.

“See, it’s fun, right ?” Yunho leaned to his side, yelling at Mingi.

Fun wasn’t the right word. It didn’t give enough credit for his… excitement. Nights like these never made him feel as euphoric as now, but currently, Yunho’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 wouldn’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 Mingi’s shoulder to bump against the door, a little yelp leaving his lips.

“You alright, Mingi ??” Yunho called out, reaching one hand over to grip the meat of the elder’s thigh. He let out a hearty laugh, placing his hand over Yunho’s for a split second before pointing forwards at the road. “Focus, man !” 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 didn’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.

“Yo, what the **** are you doing, Yunho ?!?”

Yunho didn’t answer. Didn’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.

Mingi’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 Yunho’s shallow gasps for air. Mingi wasn’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 Mingi’s lap. He locked his arms around his neck, Mingi’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 Mingi’s. He cupped the elder’s face, his thumbs stroking his soft cheeks as his soft pants brushing against his lips.

“Where did you learn to do that ?” Mingi inhaled, his hands holding tightly onto Yunho’s hips.

“I didn’t.”

Mingi laughed. “We could’ve died.”

“I know.” Yunho smiled, leaning in, his forehead against Mingi’s.

Mingi pulled him in for another hug, holding him tightly before releasing. “You should probably drive back, before the cops show up.” He whispered, running his hands through Yunho’s slightly sweat-damp hair.

Yunho whined, wiggling around a bit. “What, you don’t like when I sit on your lap ?” He purred, directly addressing their close, close proximity. Mingi looked away, chuckling, before Yunho took his face back in his hands, pulling him closer.
“C’mon, Mingi-hyung, you have to admit. You like it when we’re this close, right ?” He sweetly smiled, using his soft-toned voice.

Mingi sighed, patting Yunho’s bottom as an indicator for him to get up. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, Yuyu. Then you can sit in my lap all you’d like.” Mingi promised, helping him up. Yunho carefully stepped over the centre console, sitting down in the driver’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 didn’t last for long, as he could already feel his body becoming eager for the thought of what was to come.

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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 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 Roméo 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 Master’s hair with his fingers and then tugged it on for him.

“There, now you look perfect, my darling boy.”

Yunho gushed and leaned against his fingers. “What do you think?” he asked, glancing at him with his big, sparkling eyes. “Do I look beautiful?”

Mingi had gotten used to the Master’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 didn’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. “You look very handsome, Yunho.”

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. “Mingi’s right; you look very handsome. Now, you must behave when you’re with him. Yes? Don’t wander off, stay by his side. Remember to be patient with him, especially if he comes over quiet. And most importantly …”

Seonghwa took hold of his shoulders to turn him around so he could look into his eyes. Yunho wasn’t quite able to hold his gaze because he was still so flustered. “Enjoy yourself,” Seonghwa finished, giving the boy another soft stroke beneath the chin.

“No more pouting, no more sadness. Today is your special day, and you must enjoy it whilst it lasts. Yes?”

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 man’s expression, so he took hold of his hand. It was as moist and warm as always as the boy entwined their fingers.

“Alright,” Mingi sighed out, his shoulders lifting and falling in a soft wave. “Let’s see what’s happening in town …”
ughhh my pretty yunho. i adore him so much, i swear.

little ponyboy..sugamins
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

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