Unknown Games [Part 1]

what is this? yes this is still in my head~

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People tell you to clear your mind. But in order to do so you have to tell yourself that. You have your mind filled with the order to empty your mind. It’s close to impossible. Hyunsu doesn’t have this problem anymore. The ceiling is as grey as the night before, as the day before and before and before. He couldn’t even feel the pains in his back anymore. His body and mind were numb. Even though this numbness ruled his being right now there was an annoying presence called nausea. He hadn’t even heard his brother come in. “At least drink something, please” Had his brother ever begged him? “Hyunsu, it will be fine. I promise just please don’t leave me. You know I am not cut for this job. They need you.” his eyelids felt like bricks but he was able to blink. His head rolled towards Hyunki and he looked like he had just seen a comatose person move for the first time in years. “What day is it?” he managed to say after Hyunki poured some water in his mouth and swollowing was even more painful than blinking. “Tuesday” “What month?” “April”

Months, it had been months. Hyunki felt like his thoughts could scream. He was angry, so angry. He hadn’t rest one bit since last summer, the day that bitch left. He knew he shouldn’t think like that but he was still not able to understand how she had so much influence to fuck up everything. Literally everything. Everyone seemed to care so much. He didn’t hate her. He hated her existence. He rolled around to see his fiance sleep safe and sound. Minjee was the only reason he hadn’t gone insane yet. He softly stroked her hair out of her face and let his fingers run over her arms, hips and on her stomach. She was so warm, the two reasons he hadn’t set the basement on fire yet. This was their home. It was not much, even less than the previous, but it was home. The electricity was optional and water was luxury. It had been one of the worst winter in history but not to get all melodramatic they survived. When he heard the first bird sing it was time to get up. Time to lead the pride. 

He knew exactly which steps to take and which to pass if you didn’t want to get stuck in one of the cracks of the stairs. he entered the kitchen and saw his friend passed out at the dinner table. His familiar yellow Letterman jacket had turned a tad grey green but his hair was still as raven black. his glasses were cracked and lay beside him. His back raising and falling evenly. Hyunki opened one of the water bottles from the stacks next to the refrigerator. “Chinho, what are we going to do? You used to be the one teaching me how to study and now I have to keep you from the streets, punching your face the moment you touch alcohol. What are we getting to?” Chinho simply shifted and rolled hsi head away from him. Hyunki snickered and stood up walking to the back door and opened. It was barely still in the grips but it closed so it worked.  he continued walking until he reached the end of their property. or as much as it was theirs. they simply squatted it. It was a waste though. It had one of the most beautiful views of all Seoul yet it was a area left to rot. Hyunki watched the city lights turn off as the sun rose. Unbelievable how a new day was starting but he felt more tired than ever. He closed his eyes and fell back on the dead grass.

“What are you doing there little brother?” Hyunki shot up, fell almost off the hill and looked behind him. He saw the sun was about to set behind the house so it was hard to see but his voice said more than a view anyway. As he got up and got in the shadow of the house he saw his brother, shaved, washed and with a slightly healthier glow on his face. He was even smiling. “You could have told me I will be an uncle soon, I might have gotten out of bed earlier.” “Minjee laughed “A few months perhaps?” Hyunki’s eyes filled with tears and he flew his brother around the neck. However Hyunsu could barely stand up for himself and they both fell down. the dead grass had never felt this comfortable. Minjee sat down as well and Hyunki hadn’t felt this great in months. 

Could you imagine getting an apartment with the person you love. Falling asleep beside each other, and waking up to see that cute little dopey smile they make when they first get up. You’d never have a bad start to your day, because they’d be the perfect start.

ugh I last posted something a month ago.. 

and I haven’t been completely honest with you guys, I will put this in a read more because it’s going to be annoying if you don’t want to read~

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when guys are dressed in suits and they unbutton the top of their shirt and they undo their bowtie but keep it hanging under their collar and maybe they roll up their sleeves a bit and their hair is all disheveled and just…

Laundry Day [Rated]

It was a lovely lazy Sunday morning, or rather afternoon, just like you liked them. The sun through the windows warmed up the house and put you in a wonderful mood. You strolled around his house and took a look at everything in it. How well he decorated his house, it was a perfect reflection of his personality. His house wasn’t that big but very cozy and welcoming. Perfect because you hadn’t seen him in a little while. You sat on the couch in his living room with a cup of breakfast tea. You were starting to get a little bit hungry but you enjoyed eating breakfast together with him and decided to wait. You reminded yourself of the amazing night you had. He had taken you out for dinner and you ended up at his house, like you had done several times but every time felt new and exciting. Suddenly you heard him calling your name and followed the sound.

You found him in a small room which smelled like him. Rather  he smelled like that room, freshly washed clothes. He was standing slightly bend over in a white tanker and a loose jeans with a sigh of his blue underwear peeking out. The necklace you gave him dangling from his neck which he refused to take off ever since you got it for him. He was looking at the laundry machine and the piles of clothes in the room. The light from behind him greeting you with the sight of an amazing smile “There is my shirt!” and he looked at the dress shirt you where wearing. You had found his shirt from the night before on the floor and wore it because it still had his smell lingering in it. 

“Sunday is laundry day, you know that, and I need to wash that shirt” he held up his hand and wanted you to give it to him with his eyes fixed on one of the piles. “But I like it” you said “I need to wash it” he said jokingly. “I haven’t brought clothes for me to wear” you said, refusing to give him his shirt. “I will get you something else to wear. I need to wash this one so the washing machine is full.” His hand made ‘give it to me’ motions. But as childish as you were refused to give it. He took two steps and towered over you. trying to open the top button. You tried to escape as quickly as you could but one arm quickly caught you by your stomach and he spun you around, trapped between the wall, him and the washing machine. It was still warm from the previous wash. You had nowhere to go and he took off the buttons one by one “Normally you are the one opening these buttons.” “and your shirt is the first one to go.” you smirked and took off his tanker. He laughed. “You still haven’t had enough last night?” “How am I ever getting enough of you?” you said and kissed his nose. “You know I want more now.” he held your chin and pecked you on the lips. “How is that more?” and you kissed his lips intensely. “Why does everything have to become a competition with you?” he said while gasping for air. “You know it is more fun like that” 

He smirked and picked you up my your thighs putting you on the washing machine. He took of his shirt you were wearing and put it in, turning it on. “Stay still.” he said and took a few steps back. He had a devilish grin and you were not sure what he meant. Until the washing machine started. The vibrations ran through your body and you bit your bottom lip. You switched position. “I said stay there.” he ordered and you  pouted. As he watched you his hands ran over the muscles in his chest and abs. Was he going to watch you suffer? He stepped towards you and told you to keep your hands on the washing machine. You were not allowed to touch him. As his lips ghosted over your skin, placing a kiss on various places. On your neck, on your shoulders, on your chest. He enjoyed watching you vulnerable in your panties and bra.

He stood back up again and his body was so close to yours. Because you were sitting a little bit higher than he was standing you had to look down at him. You saw his hands dip into his boxers and watched him touch himself. “This is so cruel” you mumbled restrained. “Who told you you could speak?” he said and captured your lips. You wanted to pull him closer so badly. He took off your panties and spread your legs, standing between them. you were sitting on the edge that you had to lean against him, not to fall off. However this position only made your most intimate place to touch the washing machine fully but you were still not allowed to touch him. He smirked. “You are right” And he kept on kissing your neck, torturing you more. His kisses kept getting lower and lower. From your collarbones, between your breasts, down your stomach and on your thighs skipping the place where you wanted him most. But he kept getting closer building up the sensation and with that the torture when he went back to your thighs. You couldn’t take it anymore and you fell back. Your hands supporting your weight. This way you were all for him to take and you saw lust taking over in his eyes. In a split second you could feel his lips and tongue on and between your folds. His thumb rubbing your clit. He knew exactly the speed and amount of force you liked and it didn’t take long before you were dripping wet for him. When he stood up you saw why. His dick was straining in his jeans. Those which seemed lose and comfortable now looked painfully tight. He took his pants of with the speed of light and pulled you close to him.

You were now standing on your feet again but now for long because he picked you up and spun you around, so you were laying flat on the laundry machine, facing the wall. He slapped your ass once and rubbed that place softly. You mewled in the faint but stinging pain. He rubbed between your folds a few more times. “You still feel me from yesterday, don’t you?” he growled. The thought of the night before made it so much worse. You needed him now. And without second thought he thrust in. Filling you up perfectly. His hands on your sides, mimicking your movements perfectly. His hands creeping up, under your body cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples. You had to grip the sides of the laundry machine to stay steady but it seemed like it was no use as he pounded in you. The warmth of the laundry machine was almost as comfortable as his bed if it wasn’t a hard machine. But the noises he made and the way his body seemed to be made for yours alone led you to your peak quickly. He tried to tell you he was close too but it were more noises, which were enough.

You found the two of you on the floor, wrapped in clean and warm beach towels. “We really should put on some clothes” he said and tried to help you stand up. “I told you I didn’t bring any” “I’ll give you one of my shirts and sweat pants. But those panties need to get washed as well. You mind wearing my boxers?”  you shook your head. He walked in the direction of the door. But before he left the room he turned around. “I swear if you get wet in them I might just wash my whole closet because you make everything dirty.” He said jokingly. “Who’s fault would that be?” you said and you hugged him from behind. Following him awkwardly to his bedroom.

Grey Thought

Everything has turned grey. Cold and grey.

The windows let in less light or it might just be the dark rain clouds. Everything lost it’s aura. Everything is dull and grey. 

I lie in the middle of our bed. Alone. I want to turn around, bury my face. But what is the bother? Your scent isn’t there anymore. Because you are not there anymore. 

I close my eyes and try to picture you and I. But I can’t I have already forgotten your face. But not the way you made me feel. The way you made me laugh. The way you walked, talked, smelled, sounded, breathed, smiled. How you let me dream. Think about what could be and how that could be. Just how you generally were. But not your face. Because you are a thought. A dream. a creation of my imagination. A goal but not a person. And now, even you, aren’t there for me anymore.

I’m lonely. Surrounded by people I care about but I can’t feel them caring anymore. Because you left me. And with that I left myself.

Perfect Boyfriend: Promise

He could hit himself in the head. How could he be so stupid? He hadn’t found anything for her yet. She had said “Ah I don’t need anything, I have you” but everyone knows that is a lie. And even if it wasn’t a lie and she really didn’t need anything. It would still be nice if he got her something which she didn’t need but still liked. But what did she like. He saw her every day and knew her style but what if he picked something out he didn’t like. What if she hated what he picked out for her. Then it would be unneeded and stupid. He had spent so long thinking about what to get her that I barely had time to actually get her something. 

It would be best if he just went to some stores to get inspiration, maybe get some help but then they would just convince him to buy the most expensive thing. It had to mean something. Not say I have money that’s why you are with me. He walked past a bright white store behind spotless  windows. The interior looked trendy and clean but the clothes looked really cute. He walked in like he was some prey in the wild. he didn’t know what to do but the last thing he wanted to do was to stand out. But of course in a store full of girls his presence was noticed. Luckily a lady from the store came up to him “Can I help you with something?” he hesitated. “Yeah I’m looking for a gift for my girlfriend” and a few heads turned back to where they were looking before he came in. “Are you looking for clothes or perhaps jewelry?” “I think I will know when i see something I would like to see her wear” he said determined. although the lady seemed nice he wouldn’t be fooled. 

“What kind of occasion is it for?” “It’s for her birthday” “These clothes just came in.” She said and walked towards a clothing rack. “They are perfect for the spring. Light, soft material.” she showed a light blue skirt.  Although it was beautiful and he would love to see you in that skirt he wasn’t sure about it. She then showed him a white blouse. Equally as beautiful. But you already had a few like them. “Or perhaps she would like some accessories?” she said and walked past him. she held up various earrings and bracelets in different colors and sizes as he walked around the white painted wooden display island in the middle of the store. His eyes fell on a necklace. It was simple, yet it said everything. it had two rings as pendant. She had once said she would love to get married but they were not quite there yet. This would be a perfect promise. “I’ll take this” he said. “Shall I wrap this for you?” she asked politely. “Yes please.”

He paid and waited on the stairs. While he waited his phone rang. Her name on his screen instantly put an even brighter smile on his face and picked up. “Oppa, where are you?” he heard a familiar voice say. “I will be right there” he replied. “Hurry up, I’m hungry” she said. “Yes yes, give me few minutes. See you soon” he took the bag from the lady, thanked her and left the store. One his way back to her house his steps got lighter and lighter. It wasn’t an engagement ring, nor a couple ring because he wouldn’t wear it. It was a present with a similar message but with his own twist. You are mine.

Perfect Boyfriend: Le Pâtissier

Flour, cream, milk, sugar, whisks, spoons, fruits, eggs and what not were scattered around the kitchen of the white loft. At first it looked like it was going so well. he had prepared everything. the right bowls, an apron, pre heated the oven, found the right recipes but as he started making the treats he realized, he was not made for this. There was flour in his hair, on his clothes and face. At least, he hoped it was just flour. A few times he realized it would have been a lot easier if he had just bought the tiny cakes. But it would be a lot sweeter if he had made them himself right? 

You smelled something bad when you walked inside your place. You found your boyfriend in the kitchen. Sleeves rolled up, apron tied around his waist, flour on his nose and ingredients and utensils scattered all of the the kitchen island, towers of dirty bowls in the sink and the oven open with a smoking burnt pie on the countertop. You were not sure if at least one thing was still in his original state. You jaw dropped to the floor. “Oh you’re home too early” he said shocked. “You sure about that? You don’t need me to save you?” you scoffed jokingly. he looked around. “I’m sorry” he sighed.

“I can’t do this. I wanted to make you a pie but it’s so hard. There is so much you have to think of. I read the recipe a hundred times but I forget something or I do it in the wrong order. And a other recipe tells me a different way, and I switch the measurements.” he looked really sad about something so silly. “It’s okay baby. We can make it together right?” “But then it won’t be a surprise anymore.” “True, but that way the next time you will surprise me and you know how to do it.” you smiled. “Okay” he said and hugged you. “Ya! you’re dirty, wash before you kiss me!” you yelled. He was surprised by your reaction. “I’m joking of course. You look cute and these things happen.” you had to get on your toes to kiss his floury nose. 

When you came back with your apron he had cleaned the work space and laid out the ingredients. The sugar, apples, flour, butter, salt, eggs, and cinnamon powder were all there again. “How did you learn how to clean up so fast? I wish you would be this quick with your clothes” you said while tying your apron. He laughed sheepishly. “If you make the dough I will cut the apples. Where ever you need help I will give you a hint. It will still be your pie” you said. He cut the bits of butter and put them with the flour and a egg in a bowl. When he wanted to measure the sugar you told him to put in 15 grams less and gave him a tiny bag “Everything taste better with vanilla sugar” you smiled and continued cutting the apples. 

He looked so cute while preparing the pie. He often looked up questioning and you nodded approvingly or pointing out what to do or use next. When the dough turned smooth and when the strips were even he seemed like he could dance on the spot. When he placed the pie in the oven he hugged you like he had just send off his child to their first time in school. He was so proud and so where you. You kissed his jaw. “You did it” you said and he hugged you tighter. “Okay go freshen up, I will clean this mess I created” he said and pushed you towards your bedroom. 

In the shower you were greeted with another scent but your shampoo or his burnt attempts. It was a sweet smell which made you finish as quick as possible. But he stopped you before you could get to the kitchen. “It’s not done yet, I will call you when I’m finished” You spent your time in the bedroom with your laptop refreshing facebook and youtube because you didn’t want to start anything. When he finally called you it had almost turned dark. It wasn’t time for dinner but you were definitely hungry. You were surprised by how the kitchen had turned into. everything was clean and the table was served. “Tonight we’re eating pie. I don’t feel like cooking more” he confessed and you laughed. There were candles lit because the dusk turned the kitchen a bit too dark which gave it a more romantic feel. The warm pie was on the table and on one of the plates was a small card with a ribbon which cutely said I love you…

Perfect Boyfriend: Rooftop Princess

The rooftop was his favourite place out of the whole city. It was close by, namely in his apartment building, but isolated enough to not be bothered by everything the busy streets of Seoul held. You could feel every gust of wind you couldn’t feel. He had never tried it but he was sure that if he yelled nobody would hear him, or at least be bothered by him. Especially not the annoying lady from his floor. He hoped she would have gone deaf by now but she complained about every sound he made.

One day he walked outside of his apartment and got scolded by his overaged neighbor. “What do you think you are going to do with these boxes?!” she yelled and pointed at the brown boxes on the floor next to the stairs. “I have never seen them before in my life!” he said honestly. “That is what you always say. Wait till what the landlord has to say about this.” with this she went back to her apartment which smelt like cigarettes, mothballs and some perfume which smelt like old lady in general. “Oh I’m sorry” he heard but didn’t see anyone. Skipping down the stairs was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life. She had bright eyes which had turned guilty looking. “I’m really sorry you got the blame for me leaving my boxes on your floor. I should apologize to her.” “Ah don’t bother” he said “She scolds me 3 times a day, no need for that” he explained. she didn’t say anything and just nodded.

“I have never seen you before” he said curious. “Yeah I just moved in, on the room on the rooftop” she smiled “You need some help with the boxes?” “Yes, thank you so much!?” he picked up one of the boxes and had to put it down because he miscalculated the weight. “Oh shit, my books” he opened the box and saw a lot of books on various different topics, some where novels, some were books he had read as well, some where books about history, others about the universe. “You like to read?” he asked. “I do, very much. Do you?” “I read way less than I actually want to” he admitted.”

“Here, read this” she said and pressed a book in his hands. it was plain white. It said Outliers Malcolm Gladwell written in blue. The story of succes in red. “Read it, tell me what you think when you’re done.” she said. “take it as a thank you for helping me move these” 

Two months later and he had gone up and down the stairs more than he ever did before and for a different reason. He had never read so many books as he did now and the piles grew taller with the weeks. They talked about the books and how they felt about them. If they changed them or if they would have changed the ending. These books had made him realize a lot of things he was missing and a lot of things he already had. But most important of all. He had fallen head over heels for this girl. The rooftop was his his utopia and now he didn’t have to lay alone on the ground anymore. Every good day was a picnic on the rooftop every rainy day was a cozy day in her tiny apartment. 

One day he once again walked up the stairs. He laughed at the sight of the books and other stuff everywhere They had to move to the stairway them because of the a leakage in her apartment and her stuff might have gotten wet. But they ended up reading books on the steps and didn’t get to clean the stuff last night. He was so excited to read with her again this time with books he picked up. One of them had Blink written on the cover with the same blue letters of the book she had given him the first day they met. But it seemed to miss something. He picked up a red pencil from a box of her stuff, opened the book on one of the blank pages and wrote Noona, don’t you like younger men?

Perfect Boyfriend: Kitten

The wind flowing through the apartment, the bits of sunlight warming up the room he was walking in. Or rather dancing. It was the first warm spring day of the year which made everything even more comfortable. He couldn’t hide his excitement. Often he had to almost push the corners of his mouth to their normal setting. He checked ever corner of the place you quickly called home. It had a fresh white and cream feel with accents of light wood and red. His navy blue sweater was standing out. he watered all the plants and started to get nervous. But this broke when he heard a small purr. 

On the white carpet was her present. A tiny orange fur ball with slightly crooked ears and bright yellow eyes. She had spent the entire day trying to find out the apartment. Making him lose her out of the eye but finding her under the couch, or in the curtains, in the wardrobe and so on. When she had finally fallen asleep on the chair she was abruptly woken up by the vacuum cleaner. A new environment, new people and a machine that made so much noise she had to set up the hair on her back and hiss loudly only to run away after. 

He set down next to it on the floor. “Hmm what should we call you?” her head turned slightly, questioning. He smiled so wide his eyes disappeared. She was so cute, he definitely picked out the cutest one. She was perfect. When he started to play with the felt fish toy he bought the kitten fell on her back instantly grabbing at the toy often with the tiny nails in his hand. even though she was so young, she was really fierce and his hands and arms were already covered in scratches. She had bitten him a few times but only out of playfulness and didn’t hurt. 

One of his favourite songs tuned in on the radio and he picked up the cat, dancing around with her as if it were his girlfriend. At the end of the song he gently kissed her between hear ears, to be be repaid by a sniff on his nose at first followed by a soft lick. With that he heard the key slide into the lock. He rushed to the door, with the kitten in his hand. When his girlfriend looked at him to greet him she was taken by surprise with a kitten pushed into her hands. “Happy anniversary, baby”