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Bae Youngsoo.

@baeyoungsoo

"๐™๐™š๐™š๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š. ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ก๐™š๐™จ, ๐™™๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™—, ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎโ€”๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™š๐™ก๐™จ๐™š ๐™š๐™ญ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™จ."

โ˜ Bae Youngsoo. โ˜

"Mercy doesnโ€™t pay the bills. Discipline does." โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” Warning! SFW/NSFW - MDNI 18+ Interactions will be marked pink. OOC Posts/Interactions will be marked blue. โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” Character Description. โ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–ก โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€”โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” 24 years old Male Bisexual Born in Incheon, South Korea โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” Bae Youngsoo is a man of quiet precision and unshakable resolve. As a Square-Masked Manager inside the Squid Games, he operates with a strict adherence to the rules, never stepping out of line or questioning orders. Unlike some of the other guards who indulge in power trips or form alliances, Youngsoo remains detachedโ€”he has no interest in friendships, no curiosity about the participants, and no desire for anything beyond his ultimate goal. Youngsoo's only reason for being here is money. His mother is gravely ill, and without the funds to cover her medical bills, he had no choice but to take this brutal job. His father abandoned them years ago, running off with another woman and leaving them to fend for themselves. Youngsoo learned early on that the world is cruel and unreliable, and that lesson has shaped him into the hardened man he is today. He is meticulous, disciplined, and emotionally distant. No matter how gruesome or unfair the games become, he does his job without hesitation. He does not complain, does not question, and does not waver. Every action he takes is calculated, leading him closer to the day he can finally leave this nightmare behind and return to his mother with the money she desperately needs. To the other guards, Youngsoo is an enigmaโ€”cold, unreadable, and seemingly unfeeling. But beneath his rigid exterior lies a deep sense of desperation and urgency. He is running on borrowed time, and every second spent inside the games is a second stolen from his motherโ€™s side. The moment his duty is fulfilled, he will disappear without a trace, leaving behind the masked identity he wore like armor. โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€”โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” Likes. โ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–ก Silence โ€“ He prefers quiet over meaningless chatter. Order & Discipline โ€“ Chaos is a distraction; he values structure and efficiency. Nighttime โ€“ The stillness of the night gives him a rare sense of peace. Black Coffee โ€“ Strong, bitter, and without any unnecessary sweetnessโ€”just like him. Rain โ€“ It drowns out the noise of the world and gives him a moment to think. Watching Over His Mother โ€“ The only person who matters to him. Avoiding Unnecessary Conversations โ€“ Small talk is pointless. โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€”โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” Backstory. โ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–กโ– โ–ก Bae Youngsoo never had the luxury of childhood dreams. He grew up in a home that was more battlefield than sanctuary, where silence was safer than speaking, and where his fatherโ€™s presence was a curse rather than a comfort. His father was a reckless man, quick-tempered and selfish, gambling away money they didnโ€™t have and drinking away whatever little was left. His mother bore the weight of it all, enduring each passing day with quiet resilience, but even she had her limits. Then one day, his father left. No warning, no goodbyesโ€”just an empty closet and a note that wasnโ€™t worth reading. Youngsoo was 12 when he learned that people donโ€™t always stay. That love doesnโ€™t always mean loyalty. His mother didnโ€™t cry, but he saw the way she stopped smiling, the way her hands trembled when she counted money that barely stretched to the end of the week. โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€”โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” โ€” Other blogs: @seongaesa, @380semi, @player111do-hyun,@cakyungsam, @ryukjunghwa
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Forever and Always - @baeyoungsoo *CLOSED RP*

Yoru was a prince, that word felt like a stab to the heartโ€ฆ.wasโ€ฆhe no longer held that title and it made his heart break in two. His family had been dethroned and he was banished, he had fought back and something went entirely wrong, he couldn't figure out where he was, it was a strange place full of giants, not the giants he was used to but giants with weird clothing and the buildings looked odd and the smells everywhere reeked of chemicals. He could hardly fly he was weak his wings struggled to lift him, and he had no clothes as they disintegrated in the journey between realms. His body had scrapes and bruises from the rough landing and he was worried he'd starve or freeze to death but luckily he would either be killed by a giant footstep or an animal ripping him limb from limb and his pain would end soon. Delirious from hunger he finally managed to fly and quickly headed in the direction that gave off the best smells he had smelled the entire time he was in this realm, it was warm and meaty and made his mouth water but he couldn't find the source and this enraged him. He sighed heavily and found a place to sit on the windowsill of a random building, he felt warmth from the window and it was enough to keep him from freezing to death, he eventually leaned against the side and closed his eyes "May death be kinder than this realm could ever be.." he mumbled to himself.

Youngsoo watched, brows lifting as the shirt shimmered and shrank right before his eyes. โ€œHuh. Thatโ€™sโ€ฆ actually impressive,โ€ he muttered, a flicker of something like amusement playing on his lips as he took in the fae-sized version of his oversized shirt, now hanging loosely off one delicate shoulder. โ€œGotta admit, you pull off the baggy look better than most.โ€ When Yoru started wrapping the gauze around himself to create makeshift underwear, Youngsoo gave a quiet chuckle, running a hand down his face. โ€œYou really are resourceful,โ€ he said, eyes glinting with something close to admiration. โ€œRemind me to never underestimate what a desperate Fae can do with medical supplies.โ€ As Yoru lay back down, positioning himself awkwardly but with clear intent to keep Youngsoo in view, his words turned more serious. Youngsoo met his gaze for a long moment, seeing just how much pain he was in beneath the clever jokes and makeshift modesty. โ€œYouโ€™re serious about the painkiller,โ€ he said quietly, walking to his cabinet and opening it with a soft click. โ€œAlright. But Iโ€™m not giving you anything that'll knock out a full-grown human.โ€He returned with a small pill split into eighthsโ€”so small it looked like a crumb on his fingertip. He knelt by the bed again, gently offering it on the tip of his finger. โ€œThis is acetaminophenโ€”human-grade, nothing too wild. It wonโ€™t kill you, but itโ€™ll take the edge off. Just this tiny bit. Iโ€™m trusting you know your limits.โ€ His eyes softened slightly as he watched Yoru. โ€œYou're not as invincible as you pretend to be, you know. That doesn't make you any less strong.โ€ He smirked faintly, then added in a low, teasing voice, โ€œAnd don't get too comfortable lying around looking like that. You're already distracting, and Iโ€™ve got a reputation to keep.โ€He leaned back onto his elbow, still seated near the edge of the bed. โ€œRest. Youโ€™ve survived this long. Iโ€™m not letting you die in an oversized shirt and gauze boxers.โ€

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Forever and Always - @baeyoungsoo *CLOSED RP*

Yoru was a prince, that word felt like a stab to the heartโ€ฆ.wasโ€ฆhe no longer held that title and it made his heart break in two. His family had been dethroned and he was banished, he had fought back and something went entirely wrong, he couldn't figure out where he was, it was a strange place full of giants, not the giants he was used to but giants with weird clothing and the buildings looked odd and the smells everywhere reeked of chemicals. He could hardly fly he was weak his wings struggled to lift him, and he had no clothes as they disintegrated in the journey between realms. His body had scrapes and bruises from the rough landing and he was worried he'd starve or freeze to death but luckily he would either be killed by a giant footstep or an animal ripping him limb from limb and his pain would end soon. Delirious from hunger he finally managed to fly and quickly headed in the direction that gave off the best smells he had smelled the entire time he was in this realm, it was warm and meaty and made his mouth water but he couldn't find the source and this enraged him. He sighed heavily and found a place to sit on the windowsill of a random building, he felt warmth from the window and it was enough to keep him from freezing to death, he eventually leaned against the side and closed his eyes "May death be kinder than this realm could ever be.." he mumbled to himself.

"My name is Yoru.." he sighed "we didn't deserve to be dethroned...our job was to protect our kind...these people were bad...I fought back because I was angry, and it led to me ending up here" he clenched his fists and slowly sipped the broth, it tasted so good and felt so nice and warm in his chest. He sighed softly "I think my ribs are bruised...I don't think anything is broken though..." he glances up "Humans are cruel...they often kill my kind...I'm surprised you would help me.." he continued to consume the broth as he was fed, he then glanced around the room again "You don't look like someone who would normally be this nice...at first glance I was actually quite scared.." he hated to admit he had been afraid of him at first but it was the truth, the man seemed intimidating and had a dark aura to him that Yoru could sense pretty easily. After he consumed about half the bowl of broth he was satisfied and lays back down "Thank you for the meal...first thing I've consumed in so long..." he finally was looking better, his lips had some color to them and his pale skin wasn't as sickly and his body temperature finally going up.

Youngsoo listened in silence, eyes never leaving Yoru. There was pain behind it. Pride, too, buried beneath the defeat. "You didnโ€™t deserve what happened," Youngsoo said quietly, voice low and certain. "Protecting your people should never cost you everything. But the world doesnโ€™t always reward the ones who do the right thing." His tone turned bitter at the edgesโ€”spoken like someone who knew the truth of that far too well. He watched as Yoru slowly sipped the broth, his hands still trembling slightly but his breathing finally steadying. It gave Youngsoo the smallest sense of relief. He hadnโ€™t even realized how tense his shoulders had been. At the mention of his ribs, Youngsoo gave a slow nod. โ€œYouโ€™re lucky. No fractures that I can tell, but you're not moving much for a while. Iโ€™ll help you wrap the bruises when youโ€™ve rested.โ€Then came the part Youngsoo expected but still hated to hearโ€”โ€œHumans are cruel.โ€ That truth had been passed down through realms, and he couldnโ€™t deny it. His eyes dropped for a moment, his hands still as he held the spoon. โ€œYouโ€™re not wrong,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œMost of them wouldโ€™ve seen you as a threat. Or a target.โ€ Yoruโ€™s next words caught him off guard, โ€œYou donโ€™t look like someone who would normally be this nice.โ€ Youngsoo let out a breath that was almost a laugh, dry and short. โ€œYeahโ€ฆ youโ€™re not wrong about that either.โ€ He met Yoruโ€™s eyes. โ€œIโ€™m not a good man, Yoru. Iโ€™ve done things Iโ€™m not proud of to survive. But when I saw you out there, barely breathingโ€ฆ that wasnโ€™t something I could walk away from. Not again.โ€ He gently set the bowl aside as Yoru laid back down, the color slowly returning to his face. For the first time since bringing him in, Youngsoo allowed himself to lean back and exhale. โ€œYouโ€™re stronger than you think. Even after everythingโ€ฆ youโ€™re still here.โ€ He stood slowly, watching the small figure nestled in the bed. โ€œRest. Iโ€™ll be nearby if you need anything.โ€ A pause. Then, more softly than before: โ€œYouโ€™re not alone anymore.โ€

"I may not have as much as before but there is magic in these little bones...so I can handle more than one would think for someone my size" he sits up slowly "Can we...can we wrap my ribs now? The pain...it's bad..plus..I need something to wear...I've been naked a while now and I'm not fond of it. Even if we just cover my uh...bits" he motions to his lower region. He's quiet for a moment while thinking "What does this realm have in terms of pain remedies? I would need a very small amount....like tiny...but maybe it could help" he tries to stand and even stupider tries to use his wings but he didn't lift up far before landing back on the bed. He sighed heavily and shook his head "I don't think I can fly until my ribs heal...not sure how it's connected but it hurts" he laughed softly since he knew the two had no correlation. Since the bed was so big he moved to lie down on the pillow instead. It was far more comfortable and felt like a bed his size at least almost. And for a blanket something the size of a washcloth would be nearly the right size but that wouldn't be soft enough. After a bit of just lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, he glanced over "You didn't tell me your name.."

Youngsoo gave Yoru a pointed look as he shifted again, clearly still uncomfortable. โ€œIโ€™m not used to taking care of anyoneโ€”especially not Fae. So justโ€ฆ relax, okay?โ€ He muttered under his breath, grabbing the first aid kit and getting to work. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he wrapped the gauze around Yoruโ€™s bruised ribs, trying to keep his movements steady despite the curiosity gnawing at him. โ€œThis should help with the pain. And Iโ€™ve got a balm thatโ€™ll take the edge off. No magic, but it works.โ€ When Yoru mentioned needing clothes, Youngsoo glanced around, clearly searching for something that would fit the small figure before him. He pulled out an oversized black shirt from his drawer, a bit too large for anyone, but it would certainly cover him up. โ€œItโ€™s not fancy, but itโ€™ll work,โ€ he said, tossing it onto the bed. โ€œItโ€™s way too big for you, but youโ€™ll be covered. Besides, something tells me youโ€™d look cute in anything.โ€ He helped Yoru into the shirt, pulling it over his head carefully. It hung down past his knees, swallowing him whole in soft, comfortable fabric, and for a moment, Yoru looked almost childlike in the oversized shirt. Youngsoo smirked as he adjusted it slightly. โ€œThere. Now youโ€™re modest,โ€ he teased, leaning back and crossing his arms. โ€œI hope you donโ€™t mind dressing like a human for now. We donโ€™t exactly have Fae-sized fashion in my realm. Yoruโ€™s question about his name made Youngsoo pause, his eyes flicking to meet his. โ€œBae Youngsoo,โ€ he said, voice low but warm. โ€œCall me Youngsoo, though. I like that better.โ€ A slow grin spread across his face as he continued, โ€œYouโ€™re lucky I found you. I donโ€™t usually go around helping Fae. But youโ€™re... different. And for what itโ€™s worth... youโ€™re cute, even in an oversized shirt.โ€ He watched Yoru carefully, noting the slight shift in his expression before adding with a playful glint in his eyes, โ€œBut if you try to fly again with ribs like that, Iโ€™m definitely tying you down. I like my Fae on the ground, where I can see you.โ€

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Forever and Always - @baeyoungsoo *CLOSED RP*

Yoru was a prince, that word felt like a stab to the heartโ€ฆ.wasโ€ฆhe no longer held that title and it made his heart break in two. His family had been dethroned and he was banished, he had fought back and something went entirely wrong, he couldn't figure out where he was, it was a strange place full of giants, not the giants he was used to but giants with weird clothing and the buildings looked odd and the smells everywhere reeked of chemicals. He could hardly fly he was weak his wings struggled to lift him, and he had no clothes as they disintegrated in the journey between realms. His body had scrapes and bruises from the rough landing and he was worried he'd starve or freeze to death but luckily he would either be killed by a giant footstep or an animal ripping him limb from limb and his pain would end soon. Delirious from hunger he finally managed to fly and quickly headed in the direction that gave off the best smells he had smelled the entire time he was in this realm, it was warm and meaty and made his mouth water but he couldn't find the source and this enraged him. He sighed heavily and found a place to sit on the windowsill of a random building, he felt warmth from the window and it was enough to keep him from freezing to death, he eventually leaned against the side and closed his eyes "May death be kinder than this realm could ever be.." he mumbled to himself.

"My name is Yoru.." he sighed "we didn't deserve to be dethroned...our job was to protect our kind...these people were bad...I fought back because I was angry, and it led to me ending up here" he clenched his fists and slowly sipped the broth, it tasted so good and felt so nice and warm in his chest. He sighed softly "I think my ribs are bruised...I don't think anything is broken though..." he glances up "Humans are cruel...they often kill my kind...I'm surprised you would help me.." he continued to consume the broth as he was fed, he then glanced around the room again "You don't look like someone who would normally be this nice...at first glance I was actually quite scared.." he hated to admit he had been afraid of him at first but it was the truth, the man seemed intimidating and had a dark aura to him that Yoru could sense pretty easily. After he consumed about half the bowl of broth he was satisfied and lays back down "Thank you for the meal...first thing I've consumed in so long..." he finally was looking better, his lips had some color to them and his pale skin wasn't as sickly and his body temperature finally going up.

Youngsoo listened in silence, eyes never leaving Yoru. There was pain behind it. Pride, too, buried beneath the defeat. "You didnโ€™t deserve what happened," Youngsoo said quietly, voice low and certain. "Protecting your people should never cost you everything. But the world doesnโ€™t always reward the ones who do the right thing." His tone turned bitter at the edgesโ€”spoken like someone who knew the truth of that far too well. He watched as Yoru slowly sipped the broth, his hands still trembling slightly but his breathing finally steadying. It gave Youngsoo the smallest sense of relief. He hadnโ€™t even realized how tense his shoulders had been. At the mention of his ribs, Youngsoo gave a slow nod. โ€œYouโ€™re lucky. No fractures that I can tell, but you're not moving much for a while. Iโ€™ll help you wrap the bruises when youโ€™ve rested.โ€Then came the part Youngsoo expected but still hated to hearโ€”โ€œHumans are cruel.โ€ That truth had been passed down through realms, and he couldnโ€™t deny it. His eyes dropped for a moment, his hands still as he held the spoon. โ€œYouโ€™re not wrong,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œMost of them wouldโ€™ve seen you as a threat. Or a target.โ€ Yoruโ€™s next words caught him off guard, โ€œYou donโ€™t look like someone who would normally be this nice.โ€ Youngsoo let out a breath that was almost a laugh, dry and short. โ€œYeahโ€ฆ youโ€™re not wrong about that either.โ€ He met Yoruโ€™s eyes. โ€œIโ€™m not a good man, Yoru. Iโ€™ve done things Iโ€™m not proud of to survive. But when I saw you out there, barely breathingโ€ฆ that wasnโ€™t something I could walk away from. Not again.โ€ He gently set the bowl aside as Yoru laid back down, the color slowly returning to his face. For the first time since bringing him in, Youngsoo allowed himself to lean back and exhale. โ€œYouโ€™re stronger than you think. Even after everythingโ€ฆ youโ€™re still here.โ€ He stood slowly, watching the small figure nestled in the bed. โ€œRest. Iโ€™ll be nearby if you need anything.โ€ A pause. Then, more softly than before: โ€œYouโ€™re not alone anymore.โ€

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[Open RP Starter | Setting: Hallway, Post-Game Cleanup]

!18+ Interactions / Smut allowed!

*The halls reeked of blood and sweat, the aftermath of todayโ€™s game leaving a bitter metallic tang in the air. Echoes of distant screams had faded now, replaced by the steady shuffle of boots and the dull clatter of gear being cleaned and stored*

*Bae Youngsoo stood off to the side of the hallway, arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and unreadable beneath the crimson square mask. His uniform was spotlessโ€”always was. He didnโ€™t flinch at the stains on others. Didn't react to the panic in the playersโ€™ eyes as they passed, escorted back to their sleeping quarters like livestock*

*Another day. Another round survived*

*He watched, silent and still, eyes scanning every movement. Guards walked by in groupsโ€”some laughing under their masks, others shaken. A few players stumbled past, limping or crying, under the close watch of triangle guards*

*Youngsooโ€™s voice finally broke the silence, cool and clipped*

โ€œYouโ€”stop dragging your feet. Youโ€™re still breathing, arenโ€™t you? Then act like it.โ€

*He didnโ€™t care who responded. Guards, playersโ€”it made no difference. He didnโ€™t speak for connection. He spoke because things needed order*

*Then, without looking, he added flatly,*

โ€œIf youโ€™ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, donโ€™t waste my time.โ€

*He leaned back against the wall, waiting. Watching. Testing who would dare speak up*

[Open for interaction: players, guards โ€” anyone can respond.]

"Um... I just need a tip on how to take the impailed fork off my leg...?"

*Youngsoo stared at her for a moment longer. The fork in her leg wasnโ€™t exactly improving her mobility, and judging by the stubborn look on her face, she wasnโ€™t going to shut up until she got her way*

โ€œTch. Fine.โ€

*He slung her arm over his shoulder without warning, gripping her waist with one hand, the other steadying her wrist to keep her upright. His grip was firm but not roughโ€”surprisingly careful, actually. He adjusted her weight like someone who had carried injured bodies before*

โ€œDonโ€™t get any ideas. Iโ€™m only doing this because I donโ€™t feel like explaining why thereโ€™s blood all over the hallway again.โ€ *His voice was cold, clipped. But he didnโ€™t let go*

*They moved down the corridor, her limping steps muffled against his steady stride. A few guards glanced their way, but no one questioned him. No one dared*

*When they reached the bathroom door, he kicked it open with his boot and led her inside, checking quickly to make sure it was empty before easing her down onto the edge of the sink counter*

โ€œYou have one minute. Two, if you donโ€™t pass out.โ€

*He stepped back, arms crossed, standing watch by the door like a silent sentinel*

โ€œIโ€™ll be right here,โ€ *he muttered, quieter this time* โ€œDonโ€™t pull the damn fork out on your own.โ€

*She smirk, as she reached for some napkin, putting them around the forkr, and slowly pulling it*

"shit... It stings... "

*She puts her leg on the sink, slowly peeling off the fabric attached to her wound and starts cleaning the blood*

โ€œYou like pain or you just want my attention?โ€

*He watched her carefully, the corner of his mouth twitching just barely behind the mask. His voice came quieter next, almost smug*

โ€œBecause if you wanted me to touch your leg, sweetheart, you couldโ€™ve just asked.โ€

*He reached forward thenโ€”slowly, deliberatelyโ€”grabbing a fresh bandage and kneeling slightly to gently press it to her wound. His hands were steady, practiced. But there was something else in his touch. A hint of care he never let anyone see*

โ€œโ€ฆStill think it was worth it?โ€ *he murmured, glancing up at her from behind the mask*

"I was helping a pregnat girl... Almost got stabbed by a lunatic..."

*She said looking down at him and the smile softly*

"And maybe i wanted to atention... An excuse to be with you..."

*Youngsoo tilted his head again, slower this time, watching her with an intensity that made it hard to tell whether he wanted to scold herโ€”or pull her in by the waist*

โ€œYou wanted an excuse to be alone with me?โ€ *His voice dropped an octave, low and velvety now, like he was done pretending to be unaffected* โ€œYou really think I need a fork in your leg to want you near me?โ€

*He took a step forward, erasing what little space was left. His gloved hand braced on the counter beside her hip, the other ghosting just over the skin near her bandageโ€”careful, but *lingering*

โ€œYou couldโ€™ve just said the word, sweetheart.โ€ *His voice practically purred now* โ€œBut Iโ€™ll admitโ€ฆ watching you bite your lip and fight through that pain? Kinda hot.โ€

*He leaned in close, so close the edge of his mask brushed her cheek, his breath warm near her jaw*

โ€œIf I take this mask off,โ€ *he murmured,* โ€œyou better be sure you can handle what comes next.โ€œ

*Then, teasing, husky:*

โ€œStill want my attention, or are you finally satisfied?โ€

"Hmm... I can handle more~

*She said smiling, her hand going to his head, looking at him with adoring eyes*

*He leaned in closer, his mask brushing her temple as he spoke right beside her ear, his voice dark silk:*

โ€œOh, you think you can handle me?โ€ *His gloved hand rose, fingers trailing up her thigh not touching the wound, no, he was far too precise for that. Just close enough to make her heart stutter* โ€œYouโ€™re bleeding, limping, and still flirting like youโ€™re not one wrong move from me pushing you up against this sink.โ€

*Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached up to the edge of his mask. He didnโ€™t take it off fullyโ€”just lifted it halfway, revealing sharp lips, a strong jaw, the ghost of a smirk he never showed anyone*

โ€œSay it again, then. Tell me you can handle more. I want to hear it. without the smirk. Just you, meโ€ฆ and the truth.โ€

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[Open RP Starter | Setting: Hallway, Post-Game Cleanup]

!18+ Interactions / Smut allowed!

*The halls reeked of blood and sweat, the aftermath of todayโ€™s game leaving a bitter metallic tang in the air. Echoes of distant screams had faded now, replaced by the steady shuffle of boots and the dull clatter of gear being cleaned and stored*

*Bae Youngsoo stood off to the side of the hallway, arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and unreadable beneath the crimson square mask. His uniform was spotlessโ€”always was. He didnโ€™t flinch at the stains on others. Didn't react to the panic in the playersโ€™ eyes as they passed, escorted back to their sleeping quarters like livestock*

*Another day. Another round survived*

*He watched, silent and still, eyes scanning every movement. Guards walked by in groupsโ€”some laughing under their masks, others shaken. A few players stumbled past, limping or crying, under the close watch of triangle guards*

*Youngsooโ€™s voice finally broke the silence, cool and clipped*

โ€œYouโ€”stop dragging your feet. Youโ€™re still breathing, arenโ€™t you? Then act like it.โ€

*He didnโ€™t care who responded. Guards, playersโ€”it made no difference. He didnโ€™t speak for connection. He spoke because things needed order*

*Then, without looking, he added flatly,*

โ€œIf youโ€™ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, donโ€™t waste my time.โ€

*He leaned back against the wall, waiting. Watching. Testing who would dare speak up*

[Open for interaction: players, guards โ€” anyone can respond.]

"Um... I just need a tip on how to take the impailed fork off my leg...?"

*Youngsoo stared at her for a moment longer. The fork in her leg wasnโ€™t exactly improving her mobility, and judging by the stubborn look on her face, she wasnโ€™t going to shut up until she got her way*

โ€œTch. Fine.โ€

*He slung her arm over his shoulder without warning, gripping her waist with one hand, the other steadying her wrist to keep her upright. His grip was firm but not roughโ€”surprisingly careful, actually. He adjusted her weight like someone who had carried injured bodies before*

โ€œDonโ€™t get any ideas. Iโ€™m only doing this because I donโ€™t feel like explaining why thereโ€™s blood all over the hallway again.โ€ *His voice was cold, clipped. But he didnโ€™t let go*

*They moved down the corridor, her limping steps muffled against his steady stride. A few guards glanced their way, but no one questioned him. No one dared*

*When they reached the bathroom door, he kicked it open with his boot and led her inside, checking quickly to make sure it was empty before easing her down onto the edge of the sink counter*

โ€œYou have one minute. Two, if you donโ€™t pass out.โ€

*He stepped back, arms crossed, standing watch by the door like a silent sentinel*

โ€œIโ€™ll be right here,โ€ *he muttered, quieter this time* โ€œDonโ€™t pull the damn fork out on your own.โ€

*She smirk, as she reached for some napkin, putting them around the forkr, and slowly pulling it*

"shit... It stings... "

*She puts her leg on the sink, slowly peeling off the fabric attached to her wound and starts cleaning the blood*

โ€œYou like pain or you just want my attention?โ€

*He watched her carefully, the corner of his mouth twitching just barely behind the mask. His voice came quieter next, almost smug*

โ€œBecause if you wanted me to touch your leg, sweetheart, you couldโ€™ve just asked.โ€

*He reached forward thenโ€”slowly, deliberatelyโ€”grabbing a fresh bandage and kneeling slightly to gently press it to her wound. His hands were steady, practiced. But there was something else in his touch. A hint of care he never let anyone see*

โ€œโ€ฆStill think it was worth it?โ€ *he murmured, glancing up at her from behind the mask*

"I was helping a pregnat girl... Almost got stabbed by a lunatic..."

*She said looking down at him and the smile softly*

"And maybe i wanted to atention... An excuse to be with you..."

*Youngsoo tilted his head again, slower this time, watching her with an intensity that made it hard to tell whether he wanted to scold herโ€”or pull her in by the waist*

โ€œYou wanted an excuse to be alone with me?โ€ *His voice dropped an octave, low and velvety now, like he was done pretending to be unaffected* โ€œYou really think I need a fork in your leg to want you near me?โ€

*He took a step forward, erasing what little space was left. His gloved hand braced on the counter beside her hip, the other ghosting just over the skin near her bandageโ€”careful, but *lingering*

โ€œYou couldโ€™ve just said the word, sweetheart.โ€ *His voice practically purred now* โ€œBut Iโ€™ll admitโ€ฆ watching you bite your lip and fight through that pain? Kinda hot.โ€

*He leaned in close, so close the edge of his mask brushed her cheek, his breath warm near her jaw*

โ€œIf I take this mask off,โ€ *he murmured,* โ€œyou better be sure you can handle what comes next.โ€œ

*Then, teasing, husky:*

โ€œStill want my attention, or are you finally satisfied?โ€

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[Open RP Starter | Setting: Hallway, Post-Game Cleanup]

!18+ Interactions / Smut allowed!

*The halls reeked of blood and sweat, the aftermath of todayโ€™s game leaving a bitter metallic tang in the air. Echoes of distant screams had faded now, replaced by the steady shuffle of boots and the dull clatter of gear being cleaned and stored*

*Bae Youngsoo stood off to the side of the hallway, arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and unreadable beneath the crimson square mask. His uniform was spotlessโ€”always was. He didnโ€™t flinch at the stains on others. Didn't react to the panic in the playersโ€™ eyes as they passed, escorted back to their sleeping quarters like livestock*

*Another day. Another round survived*

*He watched, silent and still, eyes scanning every movement. Guards walked by in groupsโ€”some laughing under their masks, others shaken. A few players stumbled past, limping or crying, under the close watch of triangle guards*

*Youngsooโ€™s voice finally broke the silence, cool and clipped*

โ€œYouโ€”stop dragging your feet. Youโ€™re still breathing, arenโ€™t you? Then act like it.โ€

*He didnโ€™t care who responded. Guards, playersโ€”it made no difference. He didnโ€™t speak for connection. He spoke because things needed order*

*Then, without looking, he added flatly,*

โ€œIf youโ€™ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, donโ€™t waste my time.โ€

*He leaned back against the wall, waiting. Watching. Testing who would dare speak up*

[Open for interaction: players, guards โ€” anyone can respond.]

"Um... I just need a tip on how to take the impailed fork off my leg...?"

*Youngsoo stared at her for a moment longer. The fork in her leg wasnโ€™t exactly improving her mobility, and judging by the stubborn look on her face, she wasnโ€™t going to shut up until she got her way*

โ€œTch. Fine.โ€

*He slung her arm over his shoulder without warning, gripping her waist with one hand, the other steadying her wrist to keep her upright. His grip was firm but not roughโ€”surprisingly careful, actually. He adjusted her weight like someone who had carried injured bodies before*

โ€œDonโ€™t get any ideas. Iโ€™m only doing this because I donโ€™t feel like explaining why thereโ€™s blood all over the hallway again.โ€ *His voice was cold, clipped. But he didnโ€™t let go*

*They moved down the corridor, her limping steps muffled against his steady stride. A few guards glanced their way, but no one questioned him. No one dared*

*When they reached the bathroom door, he kicked it open with his boot and led her inside, checking quickly to make sure it was empty before easing her down onto the edge of the sink counter*

โ€œYou have one minute. Two, if you donโ€™t pass out.โ€

*He stepped back, arms crossed, standing watch by the door like a silent sentinel*

โ€œIโ€™ll be right here,โ€ *he muttered, quieter this time* โ€œDonโ€™t pull the damn fork out on your own.โ€

*She smirk, as she reached for some napkin, putting them around the forkr, and slowly pulling it*

"shit... It stings... "

*She puts her leg on the sink, slowly peeling off the fabric attached to her wound and starts cleaning the blood*

โ€œYou like pain or you just want my attention?โ€

*He watched her carefully, the corner of his mouth twitching just barely behind the mask. His voice came quieter next, almost smug*

โ€œBecause if you wanted me to touch your leg, sweetheart, you couldโ€™ve just asked.โ€

*He reached forward thenโ€”slowly, deliberatelyโ€”grabbing a fresh bandage and kneeling slightly to gently press it to her wound. His hands were steady, practiced. But there was something else in his touch. A hint of care he never let anyone see*

โ€œโ€ฆStill think it was worth it?โ€ *he murmured, glancing up at her from behind the mask*

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Forever and Always - @baeyoungsoo *CLOSED RP*

Yoru was a prince, that word felt like a stab to the heartโ€ฆ.wasโ€ฆhe no longer held that title and it made his heart break in two. His family had been dethroned and he was banished, he had fought back and something went entirely wrong, he couldn't figure out where he was, it was a strange place full of giants, not the giants he was used to but giants with weird clothing and the buildings looked odd and the smells everywhere reeked of chemicals. He could hardly fly he was weak his wings struggled to lift him, and he had no clothes as they disintegrated in the journey between realms. His body had scrapes and bruises from the rough landing and he was worried he'd starve or freeze to death but luckily he would either be killed by a giant footstep or an animal ripping him limb from limb and his pain would end soon. Delirious from hunger he finally managed to fly and quickly headed in the direction that gave off the best smells he had smelled the entire time he was in this realm, it was warm and meaty and made his mouth water but he couldn't find the source and this enraged him. He sighed heavily and found a place to sit on the windowsill of a random building, he felt warmth from the window and it was enough to keep him from freezing to death, he eventually leaned against the side and closed his eyes "May death be kinder than this realm could ever be.." he mumbled to himself.

Youngsoo's heart pounded as he carefully scooped the fragile figure into his arms, his hands trembling slightly under the weight of the broken body. The small man, too weak to protest, barely shifted in his grip, his wings limp against his back, as though they were too exhausted to even try. โ€œYouโ€™re not dying here,โ€ Youngsoo muttered under his breath, more out of instinct than anything. His voice was rougher than usual, a tinge of something unfamiliar slipping through. He stepped away from the windowsill, his boots light against the floor as he moved. The building was cold, sterile, but he ignored the chill in the air, focusing only on the life in his arms. The strangerโ€™s skin was freezing, his breaths shallow, barely a whisper of life left in him. As Youngsoo entered the interior rooms, he moved swiftly, glancing down at the small, fragile body in his arms. His mind raced, trying to think of what he could do to save himโ€”what would keep him from slipping away before he had the chance. He lowered the stranger onto a soft bed, carefully adjusting him, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary to check for signs of life. The silence in the room was almost deafening. The princeโ€”whoever he wasโ€”looked so small, so defeated. โ€œYouโ€™re safe now,โ€ Youngsoo said, more to reassure himself than the other. He placed a hand gently on the small manโ€™s forehead, feeling the coldness still lingering there, the ice-cold grip of a body that had nearly given up. He moved to get a blanket, his movements quick and precise, covering the strangerโ€™s form and settling him in as best he could. His heart thudded in his chest as he continued to check for any sign of response, though his hopes were minimal. โ€œDonโ€™t go yet,โ€ Youngsoo whispered softly, his voice carrying an unexpected edge of vulnerability. โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re running fromโ€ฆ but Iโ€™m not going to let you disappear here.โ€ He stood over the bed for a moment longer, watching the small figure, the weight of the task ahead pressing down on him.

He was out for a while but as his body changed from ice cold to moderately warm he shifted from passed out to asleep and his breathing went from shallow to relaxed. After a bit, his eyes slowly opened and he groaned softly, he was unbelievably sore. Every inch of his body hurt, the muscles, the joints, and every scrape and bruise. He slowly sat up and glanced around. Unlike what the man thought he wasn't running from anything, he had actually been tossed away like he was trash, once a prince dethroned and living in the woods he tried to fight for his family titles back and ended up banished from the realm entirely, now he was here in some realm that he had no chance of surviving in on his own, not at his size. That was the plan, the ones who banished him expected him to die either from hunger, cold, hitting the ground, or even an animal or human. Maybe he'd be stepped on or eaten by a wild animal. At this point he wished he had been killed, he wanted to be dead, the pain he felt in his body and the emotional turmoil going on within him, was overwhelming and his mind was going crazy. He sighed heavily and his body went limp and he just lay there trying to process something, anything. To understand what had happened where he was and what his life had become.

Youngsoo stood in the corner, his back turned as he worked to organize a few things, his mind focused on the tasks at hand. But as he heard a soft groan, his eyes flicked over to the small figure lying in the bed. The prince was awake. His breathing, once shallow and labored, had deepened, and now, as he stirred, Youngsoo felt a sense of quiet relief. But the small figureโ€™s movements were slow, almost painful, and Youngsoo couldnโ€™t ignore the pained groan that followed. The prince glanced around, taking in his surroundings, confusion flickering across his features. Youngsoo watched for a moment, not moving, his presence barely noticeable in the quiet room. But then the princeโ€™s gaze fell, his body slackening again as if all the energy had been drained from him. He lay there, limp, staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. Youngsoo couldnโ€™t leave him like this. Slowly, he stepped forward, his voice low, careful, as though he didnโ€™t want to startle the fragile figure. โ€œYouโ€™re safe here,โ€ he said softly, but there was something more than that in his voiceโ€”something softer, something that revealed just a hint of concern. โ€œYou were barely hanging on when I found you. I had to get you somewhere safe.โ€ He paused, watching the princeโ€™s blank stare, knowing the weight of the situation. The words he spoke next felt almost out of placeโ€”almost personal. "Whatever happened to you... you're not alone now." Youngsoo lingered for a moment, not wanting to crowd him, but his voice carried a quiet reassurance. โ€œStay here for as long as you need. I donโ€™t know where you come from or what youโ€™ve lost, but Iโ€™m not letting you die in this place.โ€

He spoke softly "I lost so much..." his voice sounded pained as though he was holding in so many emotions. He sighed and looked over "I was banished from my realm for trying to defend my family...I was sent here to die..." he sits up again, but it hurt quite a bit "I need a meal...I haven't eaten in..." he shook his head "I have no idea how long it's been..." he hadn't been in this realm long, but he had gone without food for quite a while before that as he had been living in the forest since him and his entire family were dethroned and kicked from their home. He likely had some bruised ribs since he was so badly bruised from his fall, if he didn't have a broken bone in any part of his body, it would be a miracle. He was unsure why this man was so willing to help him, humans were cruel to his kind, from what he had been told about them he knew they killed his kind and that is why when banished they were sent to realms with humans in them. He couldn't sit up any longer as it was too painful, and he went limp again. He was the weakest he had ever been in his entire life and it was actually quite scary.

Youngsooโ€™s chest tightened at the soft, broken voice. He had heard confessions beforeโ€”pleas, apologies, desperate liesโ€”but there was something raw about this one. Something real. Something that cut deeper than he was ready for. โ€œI lost so much...โ€ His gaze didnโ€™t leave the small figureโ€”Fae. That name fit somehow. There was something ancient and delicate about him, something that didnโ€™t belong in a place as harsh as this. โ€œYou were sent hereโ€ฆ to die,โ€ Youngsoo echoed quietly, as if trying to wrap his mind around it. His jaw clenched. Heโ€™d seen cruel things. Done cruel things. But thisโ€ฆ this wasnโ€™t justice. It was exile with a death sentence. Fae tried to sit up again, clearly in pain, and Youngsoo immediately stepped closer. โ€œDonโ€™t push yourself,โ€ he said gently, the cold edge gone from his voice. โ€œYouโ€™re hurt. A lot worse than youโ€™re letting on.โ€ He knelt beside the bed, pulling the blanket up higher over Faeโ€™s trembling form as the small figure collapsed back down, clearly too weak to support himself. The way his body gave outโ€ฆ it hit something deep in Youngsoo. This wasnโ€™t just a stranger who had wandered in. This was someone abandoned. Shattered. โ€œIโ€™ve got food. Something warm,โ€ Youngsoo said as he stood again. โ€œItโ€™s notโ€ฆ royal cuisine or anything, but itโ€™ll keep you alive.โ€ He moved across the room to where heโ€™d left the small bowlโ€”chicken broth, simple and mildโ€”and carefully carried it back over with a spoon small enough not to overwhelm Fae. He knelt beside him again, setting the bowl down. โ€œYouโ€™re not dying here, Fae. I donโ€™t care what anyone told you about humans. I'm not like them. I help people who shouldn't be left to suffer.โ€ He paused for a second, his voice softening again. โ€œYou tried to save your family. You did what was right. And they punished you for it.โ€He stirred the broth gently, holding up a small spoonful to Faeโ€™s lips. โ€œLet me help you now. Just take a little. One step at a time.โ€œ Youngsoo stayed there, kneeling quietly at his sideโ€”offering warmth, food, and something Fae might not have felt in a long time: safety.

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[Open RP Starter | Setting: Hallway, Post-Game Cleanup]

!18+ Interactions / Smut allowed!

*The halls reeked of blood and sweat, the aftermath of todayโ€™s game leaving a bitter metallic tang in the air. Echoes of distant screams had faded now, replaced by the steady shuffle of boots and the dull clatter of gear being cleaned and stored*

*Bae Youngsoo stood off to the side of the hallway, arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and unreadable beneath the crimson square mask. His uniform was spotlessโ€”always was. He didnโ€™t flinch at the stains on others. Didn't react to the panic in the playersโ€™ eyes as they passed, escorted back to their sleeping quarters like livestock*

*Another day. Another round survived*

*He watched, silent and still, eyes scanning every movement. Guards walked by in groupsโ€”some laughing under their masks, others shaken. A few players stumbled past, limping or crying, under the close watch of triangle guards*

*Youngsooโ€™s voice finally broke the silence, cool and clipped*

โ€œYouโ€”stop dragging your feet. Youโ€™re still breathing, arenโ€™t you? Then act like it.โ€

*He didnโ€™t care who responded. Guards, playersโ€”it made no difference. He didnโ€™t speak for connection. He spoke because things needed order*

*Then, without looking, he added flatly,*

โ€œIf youโ€™ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, donโ€™t waste my time.โ€

*He leaned back against the wall, waiting. Watching. Testing who would dare speak up*

[Open for interaction: players, guards โ€” anyone can respond.]

"Um... I just need a tip on how to take the impailed fork off my leg...?"

*Youngsoo stared at her for a moment longer. The fork in her leg wasnโ€™t exactly improving her mobility, and judging by the stubborn look on her face, she wasnโ€™t going to shut up until she got her way*

โ€œTch. Fine.โ€

*He slung her arm over his shoulder without warning, gripping her waist with one hand, the other steadying her wrist to keep her upright. His grip was firm but not roughโ€”surprisingly careful, actually. He adjusted her weight like someone who had carried injured bodies before*

โ€œDonโ€™t get any ideas. Iโ€™m only doing this because I donโ€™t feel like explaining why thereโ€™s blood all over the hallway again.โ€ *His voice was cold, clipped. But he didnโ€™t let go*

*They moved down the corridor, her limping steps muffled against his steady stride. A few guards glanced their way, but no one questioned him. No one dared*

*When they reached the bathroom door, he kicked it open with his boot and led her inside, checking quickly to make sure it was empty before easing her down onto the edge of the sink counter*

โ€œYou have one minute. Two, if you donโ€™t pass out.โ€

*He stepped back, arms crossed, standing watch by the door like a silent sentinel*

โ€œIโ€™ll be right here,โ€ *he muttered, quieter this time* โ€œDonโ€™t pull the damn fork out on your own.โ€

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Forever and Always - @baeyoungsoo *CLOSED RP*

Yoru was a prince, that word felt like a stab to the heartโ€ฆ.wasโ€ฆhe no longer held that title and it made his heart break in two. His family had been dethroned and he was banished, he had fought back and something went entirely wrong, he couldn't figure out where he was, it was a strange place full of giants, not the giants he was used to but giants with weird clothing and the buildings looked odd and the smells everywhere reeked of chemicals. He could hardly fly he was weak his wings struggled to lift him, and he had no clothes as they disintegrated in the journey between realms. His body had scrapes and bruises from the rough landing and he was worried he'd starve or freeze to death but luckily he would either be killed by a giant footstep or an animal ripping him limb from limb and his pain would end soon. Delirious from hunger he finally managed to fly and quickly headed in the direction that gave off the best smells he had smelled the entire time he was in this realm, it was warm and meaty and made his mouth water but he couldn't find the source and this enraged him. He sighed heavily and found a place to sit on the windowsill of a random building, he felt warmth from the window and it was enough to keep him from freezing to death, he eventually leaned against the side and closed his eyes "May death be kinder than this realm could ever be.." he mumbled to himself.

Youngsoo's heart pounded as he carefully scooped the fragile figure into his arms, his hands trembling slightly under the weight of the broken body. The small man, too weak to protest, barely shifted in his grip, his wings limp against his back, as though they were too exhausted to even try. โ€œYouโ€™re not dying here,โ€ Youngsoo muttered under his breath, more out of instinct than anything. His voice was rougher than usual, a tinge of something unfamiliar slipping through. He stepped away from the windowsill, his boots light against the floor as he moved. The building was cold, sterile, but he ignored the chill in the air, focusing only on the life in his arms. The strangerโ€™s skin was freezing, his breaths shallow, barely a whisper of life left in him. As Youngsoo entered the interior rooms, he moved swiftly, glancing down at the small, fragile body in his arms. His mind raced, trying to think of what he could do to save himโ€”what would keep him from slipping away before he had the chance. He lowered the stranger onto a soft bed, carefully adjusting him, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary to check for signs of life. The silence in the room was almost deafening. The princeโ€”whoever he wasโ€”looked so small, so defeated. โ€œYouโ€™re safe now,โ€ Youngsoo said, more to reassure himself than the other. He placed a hand gently on the small manโ€™s forehead, feeling the coldness still lingering there, the ice-cold grip of a body that had nearly given up. He moved to get a blanket, his movements quick and precise, covering the strangerโ€™s form and settling him in as best he could. His heart thudded in his chest as he continued to check for any sign of response, though his hopes were minimal. โ€œDonโ€™t go yet,โ€ Youngsoo whispered softly, his voice carrying an unexpected edge of vulnerability. โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re running fromโ€ฆ but Iโ€™m not going to let you disappear here.โ€ He stood over the bed for a moment longer, watching the small figure, the weight of the task ahead pressing down on him.

He was out for a while but as his body changed from ice cold to moderately warm he shifted from passed out to asleep and his breathing went from shallow to relaxed. After a bit, his eyes slowly opened and he groaned softly, he was unbelievably sore. Every inch of his body hurt, the muscles, the joints, and every scrape and bruise. He slowly sat up and glanced around. Unlike what the man thought he wasn't running from anything, he had actually been tossed away like he was trash, once a prince dethroned and living in the woods he tried to fight for his family titles back and ended up banished from the realm entirely, now he was here in some realm that he had no chance of surviving in on his own, not at his size. That was the plan, the ones who banished him expected him to die either from hunger, cold, hitting the ground, or even an animal or human. Maybe he'd be stepped on or eaten by a wild animal. At this point he wished he had been killed, he wanted to be dead, the pain he felt in his body and the emotional turmoil going on within him, was overwhelming and his mind was going crazy. He sighed heavily and his body went limp and he just lay there trying to process something, anything. To understand what had happened where he was and what his life had become.

Youngsoo stood in the corner, his back turned as he worked to organize a few things, his mind focused on the tasks at hand. But as he heard a soft groan, his eyes flicked over to the small figure lying in the bed. The prince was awake. His breathing, once shallow and labored, had deepened, and now, as he stirred, Youngsoo felt a sense of quiet relief. But the small figureโ€™s movements were slow, almost painful, and Youngsoo couldnโ€™t ignore the pained groan that followed. The prince glanced around, taking in his surroundings, confusion flickering across his features. Youngsoo watched for a moment, not moving, his presence barely noticeable in the quiet room. But then the princeโ€™s gaze fell, his body slackening again as if all the energy had been drained from him. He lay there, limp, staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. Youngsoo couldnโ€™t leave him like this. Slowly, he stepped forward, his voice low, careful, as though he didnโ€™t want to startle the fragile figure. โ€œYouโ€™re safe here,โ€ he said softly, but there was something more than that in his voiceโ€”something softer, something that revealed just a hint of concern. โ€œYou were barely hanging on when I found you. I had to get you somewhere safe.โ€ He paused, watching the princeโ€™s blank stare, knowing the weight of the situation. The words he spoke next felt almost out of placeโ€”almost personal. "Whatever happened to you... you're not alone now." Youngsoo lingered for a moment, not wanting to crowd him, but his voice carried a quiet reassurance. โ€œStay here for as long as you need. I donโ€™t know where you come from or what youโ€™ve lost, but Iโ€™m not letting you die in this place.โ€

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Forever and Always - @baeyoungsoo *CLOSED RP*

Yoru was a prince, that word felt like a stab to the heartโ€ฆ.wasโ€ฆhe no longer held that title and it made his heart break in two. His family had been dethroned and he was banished, he had fought back and something went entirely wrong, he couldn't figure out where he was, it was a strange place full of giants, not the giants he was used to but giants with weird clothing and the buildings looked odd and the smells everywhere reeked of chemicals. He could hardly fly he was weak his wings struggled to lift him, and he had no clothes as they disintegrated in the journey between realms. His body had scrapes and bruises from the rough landing and he was worried he'd starve or freeze to death but luckily he would either be killed by a giant footstep or an animal ripping him limb from limb and his pain would end soon. Delirious from hunger he finally managed to fly and quickly headed in the direction that gave off the best smells he had smelled the entire time he was in this realm, it was warm and meaty and made his mouth water but he couldn't find the source and this enraged him. He sighed heavily and found a place to sit on the windowsill of a random building, he felt warmth from the window and it was enough to keep him from freezing to death, he eventually leaned against the side and closed his eyes "May death be kinder than this realm could ever be.." he mumbled to himself.

Youngsoo's heart pounded as he carefully scooped the fragile figure into his arms, his hands trembling slightly under the weight of the broken body. The small man, too weak to protest, barely shifted in his grip, his wings limp against his back, as though they were too exhausted to even try. โ€œYouโ€™re not dying here,โ€ Youngsoo muttered under his breath, more out of instinct than anything. His voice was rougher than usual, a tinge of something unfamiliar slipping through. He stepped away from the windowsill, his boots light against the floor as he moved. The building was cold, sterile, but he ignored the chill in the air, focusing only on the life in his arms. The strangerโ€™s skin was freezing, his breaths shallow, barely a whisper of life left in him. As Youngsoo entered the interior rooms, he moved swiftly, glancing down at the small, fragile body in his arms. His mind raced, trying to think of what he could do to save himโ€”what would keep him from slipping away before he had the chance. He lowered the stranger onto a soft bed, carefully adjusting him, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary to check for signs of life. The silence in the room was almost deafening. The princeโ€”whoever he wasโ€”looked so small, so defeated. โ€œYouโ€™re safe now,โ€ Youngsoo said, more to reassure himself than the other. He placed a hand gently on the small manโ€™s forehead, feeling the coldness still lingering there, the ice-cold grip of a body that had nearly given up. He moved to get a blanket, his movements quick and precise, covering the strangerโ€™s form and settling him in as best he could. His heart thudded in his chest as he continued to check for any sign of response, though his hopes were minimal. โ€œDonโ€™t go yet,โ€ Youngsoo whispered softly, his voice carrying an unexpected edge of vulnerability. โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re running fromโ€ฆ but Iโ€™m not going to let you disappear here.โ€ He stood over the bed for a moment longer, watching the small figure, the weight of the task ahead pressing down on him.

[Open RP Starter | Setting: Hallway, Post-Game Cleanup]

!18+ Interactions / Smut allowed!

*The halls reeked of blood and sweat, the aftermath of todayโ€™s game leaving a bitter metallic tang in the air. Echoes of distant screams had faded now, replaced by the steady shuffle of boots and the dull clatter of gear being cleaned and stored*

*Bae Youngsoo stood off to the side of the hallway, arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and unreadable beneath the crimson square mask. His uniform was spotlessโ€”always was. He didnโ€™t flinch at the stains on others. Didn't react to the panic in the playersโ€™ eyes as they passed, escorted back to their sleeping quarters like livestock*

*Another day. Another round survived*

*He watched, silent and still, eyes scanning every movement. Guards walked by in groupsโ€”some laughing under their masks, others shaken. A few players stumbled past, limping or crying, under the close watch of triangle guards*

*Youngsooโ€™s voice finally broke the silence, cool and clipped*

โ€œYouโ€”stop dragging your feet. Youโ€™re still breathing, arenโ€™t you? Then act like it.โ€

*He didnโ€™t care who responded. Guards, playersโ€”it made no difference. He didnโ€™t speak for connection. He spoke because things needed order*

*Then, without looking, he added flatly,*

โ€œIf youโ€™ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, donโ€™t waste my time.โ€

*He leaned back against the wall, waiting. Watching. Testing who would dare speak up*

[Open for interaction: players, guards โ€” anyone can respond.]

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!NEW ALBUM OUT NOW! : Lovertype

Track List:

1. โ€œFlirt in the Moonlightโ€

Genre: Funky pop with retro synths

Vibe: Late-night flirtation, smooth moves, neon lights.

Concept: He sees someone across the room and turns on his charm. Fans love the cheeky smiles and silky falsetto.

2. โ€œVelvet Heartโ€

Genre: R&B-pop

Vibe: Sensual and slow, with velvety vocals.

Concept: A song for intimate momentsโ€”loving someone so gently itโ€™s like touching velvet.

3. โ€œOnly When You Smileโ€

Genre: Bright acoustic pop

Vibe: Heartwarming, sunny, and pure.

Concept: The whole world fades when they smile. Fans describe this one as โ€œboyfriend material in a song.โ€

4. โ€œCall Me Yoursโ€

Genre: Upbeat dance-pop

Vibe: Playful, confident, fan-service heavy.

Concept: Heโ€™s daring them to take the lead and claim him. Itโ€™s catchy, bold, and screams fan favorite.

5. โ€œMidnight Confessionโ€

Genre: Synth ballad

Vibe: Mysterious, emotional, dreamy.

Concept: Alone at night, he finally admits everything heโ€™s been hiding in his heart.

6. โ€œRain on Sundayโ€

Genre: Soft R&B with lo-fi beats

Vibe: Comforting and emotional.

Concept: A love that feels like home. Perfect for rainy day playlists and quiet moments.

7. โ€œKiss Me Laterโ€

Genre: Retro-pop with 80s vibes

Vibe: Teasing, high-energy, flirty.

Concept: A fun chase between two people who know whatโ€™s comingโ€”but want to enjoy the wait.

8. โ€œIf You Knewโ€

Genre: Emotional power ballad

Vibe: Vulnerable, powerful vocals.

Concept: The pain of loving someone in silence. A fan favorite for live stages with raw emotion.

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Ryuk Jung-Hwa โ€“ The Fallen Idol

Full Name: Ryuk Jung-Hwa (๋ฅ˜์ •ํ™”)

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nationality: South Korean

Occupation: Former K-pop Idol

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18+ Interactions will be marked pink.

OOC Posts/Interactions will be marked blue.

!Trigger Warning: Drug Abuse! โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

Appearance

Jung-Hwa still carries the aura of a star, even if her shine has dimmed. She has long, jet-red hair that frames her sharp features, but the once-bright spark in her eyes has faded into something dull and tired. Her skin, though still flawless, now often looks a little pale or sickly from the constant use of weed. Her style has shifted from the glamorous, polished idol look to a more grunge and streetwear aestheticโ€”oversized hoodies, ripped jeans, and dark sunglasses to hide from the public eye.

Personality

Before the Scandal: She was a hardworking, talented, and beloved idol with a bright personality and a strong work ethic. She was kind to fans, respectful to staff, and known for her captivating stage presence.

After the Scandal: Due to her heavy dependence on weed, Jung-Hwa has become rude, irritable, and quick to lash out at anyone who tries to interact with her. She doesnโ€™t trust easily and assumes the worst in people, expecting judgment wherever she goes.

Sober Jung-Hwa: When not under the influence, glimpses of her old self returnโ€”gentle, thoughtful, and capable of kindness. However, those moments are rare, as she struggles to stay away from weed due to her reliance on it as a coping mechanism.

Background

Jung-Hwa debuted at 18 in a popular girl group, rising to fame with her strong vocals and charismatic presence. She had everythingโ€”fame, money, and fans who adored her. However, as the pressure of being in the spotlight grew, she turned to weed as an escape. When she was caught, the South Korean public turned on her instantly. Her agency terminated her contract, brands dropped her, and her reputation was shattered.

Now, she lives in the shadows of her former life, unable to make a proper comeback. Most of the industry sees her as a lost cause, and the media constantly drags her name through the mud. A small but dedicated group of fans still support her, hoping sheโ€™ll turn her life around, but Jung-Hwa has lost faith in herself.

Likes & Dislikes

โœ” Music (still her one true passion) โœ” The few fans who remain loyal to her โœ” Late-night walks when no one is watching โœ” Weed (her coping mechanism)

โœ– The media and public judgment โœ– The K-pop industry and its pressures โœ– Being compared to who she used to be โœ– Feeling like a failure

Trivia

Despite her downfall, Jung-Hwa still writes music, though she rarely shares it.

She sometimes busks in quiet areas under a fake name, just to feel the rush of performing again.

She deeply regrets how things turned out but refuses to admit it to anyone.

She keeps a box of old fan letters, even though she tells herself she doesnโ€™t care about them anymore.

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*She stayed quiet, looking at him with a timted head, narrowing her eyes slightly, she saw a guards face like that once... But she didn't know if she could now since he was too far away and she didn't want to cause a drama*

*Youngsoo stood still, his square mask concealing any trace of emotion as he met her gaze. He noticed the way she observed himโ€”cautious, almost as if she were trying to place him. His posture remained rigid, his tone flat when he finally spoke.*

"Something wrong?" *His voice was devoid of warmth, professional yet sharp. He didnโ€™t like being scrutinized, especially not by players. The less attention on him, the better.*

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โ€œNothing... I just... Feel like i've met you before... Like... Somewhere, i remember a guy that was an usual at a cafรฉ i used to work and he would stand like you do... Always asking for black coffee and stayed hours until we were close on the corner of the cafรฉ with his lap top...โ€

*Youngsoo's expression didn't change, but there was a brief flicker of recognition in his eyes. He didn't frequent many placesโ€”just the hospital, the cafรฉ near it, and wherever his duties required him to be. If she remembered him, that meant she had been paying attention. More than he liked*

"...That cafรฉ near the hospital?" *His voice was quieter now, less sharp but still cautious. He had spent countless nights there, drowning in work, exhaustion, and the bitter taste of black coffee. If she had worked there, it wasnโ€™t surprising that she noticed him*

*He studied her for a moment, then looked away, stuffing his hands into his pockets as if the conversation was of little importance to him* "I didnโ€™t think anyone would remember."

โ€œI just have long term memory and i remember some times finding you asleep, or some times you would just pull me in and put my hand on your head when you were too sleepy...โ€

*She said with a soft chuckle*

โ€œYou were nose deep in a book and i went to shake you and wake you up cause we were closing and you just looked up at me and... Pulled my hand on your headโ€

*Youngsooโ€™s expression shifted ever so slightly, the memories hitting him like an unexpected wave. He looked away, feeling a mix of discomfort andโ€ฆ something else he wasnโ€™t ready to acknowledge. He didnโ€™t do well with vulnerability, and hearing about moments like thoseโ€”the ones that felt strangely humanโ€”unnerved him*

*He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure*

"...I guess I was more tired than I realized." *His voice was flat, masking the slight tension in his shoulders*

*He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, unwilling to acknowledge the tenderness of her words any further*

"Doesn't matter now." *He said, though the weight of the past still lingered between them*

โ€œI guess... You were cute tho, you did look like a very sweet guy back then, when taking your order you were always so nice and polite, some of the girls at the cafรฉ told me to leave their numbers on your orderโ€

*Youngsooโ€™s jaw tightened slightly at her words, though his mask of indifference remained intact. He wasnโ€™t used to being reminded of how things once were, or how people viewed him then. It felt like a distant lifetime, one he had left behind in favor of something more... calculated*

"Nice and polite," *he repeated, his tone almost too calm, betraying no hint of the discomfort stirring beneath the surface* "I wasnโ€™t the only one, though. Plenty of people like to pretend they're someone they're not, especially when it's easier to hide behind pleasantries."

*He shifted again, his gaze momentarily flicking to the ground before meeting her eyes again*

"Did you ever leave those numbers?" *The question was flat, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice, as if he had no real interest in the answer but couldnโ€™t help but ask*

โ€œNot really... Cause i thought about it but one time i saw you get uncomfortable with a waitress so i decides not to do soโ€

*She said as she would pull her sleev of the green suit up and down*

*Youngsooโ€™s expression shifted slightly at her words, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He had never been good at pretending to be something he wasnโ€™t, especially when it came to people getting too close. The discomfort had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface*

"Smart choice," *he muttered, his voice steady but with an edge of something deeperโ€”something almost guarded*

*He adjusted his stance, clearly trying to avoid lingering on the memory*

"I don't... really handle that kind of attention well." *He shrugged, almost as if dismissing the subject entirely, but the hint of vulnerability he rarely allowed to show was there, hidden just beneath the surface of his calm demeanor*

โ€œI get it... But did you ever found anyone attractive? Maybe from here even?โ€

*She asked softly, more out of curiosity than anything, she just wanted to talk really*

*Youngsoo's gaze flickered to her for a brief moment before he looked away, his words coming out more quietly than he intended*

"I... suppose I could say I find you attractive." *His voice was steady, but there was a rare vulnerability in his words, something he wouldnโ€™t normally let slip so easily*

*He quickly cleared his throat, trying to brush off the admission, though the tension in the air lingered*

"But that doesnโ€™t change anything here."

*Her eyes widen slightly, as she processed his words, and then chuckles, covering her mouth*

โ€œYou think im pretty?โ€

*Youngsooโ€™s face stiffened for a moment, clearly caught off guard by her reaction, but he quickly regained his composure. His voice remained steady, though there was a faint flicker of something behind his wordsโ€”something he wasnโ€™t about to admit*

"Yes, I think youโ€™re... pretty." *He glanced at her briefly before looking away, his gaze distant, as if trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation. Deep down, he felt more comfortable than he was letting on, but he wasnโ€™t going to show it*

"Itโ€™s just a statement. Nothing more." *He added, his tone firm, though it was clear he was holding back, not allowing himself to fully acknowledge the truth of his own words*

โ€œAw... Thank you! I think you're cute too... Very cute indeedโ€

*Youngsooโ€™s eyes flickered briefly toward her, a faint warmth creeping into his expression, though he quickly masked it with a cool, almost indifferent demeanor. He wasnโ€™t used to receiving compliments, especially not ones like this. But for some reason, her words didnโ€™t bother him as much as he thought they would*

"Donโ€™t get carried away." *His tone was casual, but there was an underlying softness he couldnโ€™t quite hide. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his usual stoic composure*

"Itโ€™s just... a simple observation." *But deep down, he felt that tiny shiftโ€”the one that made him, for once, almost okay with being noticed*

โ€œMine too then... I was simply pointing out something about you, you're cute!โ€

*She said smiling at him, tilting her head slightly, her green hair falling on her face a bit*

*Youngsoo exhaled softly, shaking his head just a little, though there was the slightest twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. He wasnโ€™t going to openly acknowledge it, but something about the way she spokeโ€”so effortlessly, so freelyโ€”made it harder for him to keep up his usual walls*

"Youโ€™re persistent." *His voice was calm, but there was no bite to it, no real effort to push her words away*

*His gaze flickered to her for a moment, taking in the way her green hair fell into her face. Without thinking, he reached out and gently tucked the stray strand behind her ear, his touch brief but deliberate. Then, as if realizing what he had done, he pulled his hand back, stuffing it into his pocket*

"...You should be more careful with compliments. People might start believing them." *His words were nonchalant, but there was an unmistakable warmth lingering beneath them*

โ€œWill do... You're pretty cute tho... Very very cuteโ€

*She said smiling softly*

*Youngsoo let out a small, almost inaudible sigh, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. This time, he didnโ€™t bother masking the way her words affected him. There was no irritation, no attempt to dismiss itโ€”just the barest hint of amusement lingering in his dark eyes*

"You really donโ€™t give up, do you?" *His voice was softer now, less guarded, as if he was finally letting himself relax, even if just a little*

*He looked at her for a moment, really looked at her, before exhaling through his nose, a faint smirk tugging at his lips*

"Fine. If youโ€™re so set on saying it, then Iโ€™ll just have to accept it." *His gaze lingered on her, warmer than before, and for the first time, his usual cold demeanor melted ever so slightly*

"...But donโ€™t expect me to start calling myself โ€˜cute.โ€™ Thatโ€™s your job, apparently." *There was an unmistakable tease in his tone now, a rare openness shining through*

โ€œIt is! It os my job to call you cute, cause you are and cause i like calling you cuteโ€

*She said smiling, her hands slowly going to the hand on his pocket, caressing her fingers over his knuckle*

*Youngsoo stilled for a moment, feeling the gentle touch of her fingers tracing over his knuckles. It was such a simple gesture, yet it sent a warmth through him that he wasnโ€™t used to. His instinct was to pull awayโ€”keep his distanceโ€”but for once, he didnโ€™t. Instead, he let out a quiet breath, his hand relaxing ever so slightly beneath hers*

"Youโ€™re really something else," *he muttered, his voice lower now, softer in a way that felt unfamiliar even to himself*

*He glanced down at their hands, then back up at her, his gaze steady but no longer guarded*

"...I donโ€™t mind it." *His admission was quiet, but genuine. He let his fingers shift just slightly beneath hers, as if silently telling herโ€”he wasnโ€™t pulling away*

โ€œYou're very pretty...โ€

*She said softly, kissing his covered knuckles, and one hand going up and down his chest, almost hyperfocused on him*

*Youngsoo felt his breath hitch for just a second, his usually composed demeanor wavering as her lips brushed against his knuckles. The warmth of her touch, the way her hand moved against his chestโ€”it was almost too much, too intimate for someone like him, someone who had spent so long keeping his distance*

*But instead of pulling away, he let himself stay in the moment. His free hand, the one she wasnโ€™t holding, slowly came up, hesitating for just a second before brushing a stray strand of her green hair behind her ear againโ€”this time, with purpose*

"Youโ€™re really not afraid to get close, are you?" *His voice was quieter now, almost teasing, but there was a rare openness in his toneโ€”something real, something unguarded*

*He let his fingers linger near her face for just a moment before exhaling softly, his gaze locked onto hers*

"...Pretty, huh?" *He tilted his head slightly, smirking just a little* "I donโ€™t think anyoneโ€™s ever called me that before."

*She smiles softly, looking up at him with innocent like eyes, while her hands were slowly, going further down, from his chest to his lower back*

*Youngsoo inhaled slowly, feeling the way her hands traced lower, the warmth of her touch leaving a trail of something unfamiliar yet undeniably captivating. His muscles tensed slightlyโ€”not out of discomfort, but out of the sheer unfamiliarity of being touched so gently, so deliberately*

*His dark eyes flickered down to meet hers, catching the innocence in her gaze, a stark contrast to the way she was moving against him. It was... dangerous. Not in the way he was used to, not in the way that involved life and death, but in a way that made him feel exposedโ€”vulnerable, even*

"You really donโ€™t hesitate, do you?" *His voice was quieter now, almost husky, but there was no edge to itโ€”no attempt to push her away*

*Instead, he let one of his hands settle at her waist, his fingers grazing the fabric of her suit as if testing the waters*

"...If you keep looking at me like that, I might start believing you actually mean all this." *His smirk was faint, teasingโ€”but his touch, the way his fingers lingered just a little longer, told a different story*

*Her hands slightly rested on his butt as she looked up at her still with her innocent eyes, as she fidgets with the fabric of his suit, smiling like she was clueless of what her actions could do to him*

*Youngsooโ€™s breath hitchedโ€”just slightlyโ€”but enough for him to notice. His grip on her waist tightened instinctively, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her suit as he let out a slow exhale. She had to know what she was doing. There was no way she was actually clueless*

*His dark eyes locked onto hers, studying that innocent smile, the way she played with the fabric of his suit like she wasnโ€™t completely unraveling him in the process*

"...Youโ€™re doing this on purpose." *His voice was lower now, his usual composure slipping as he leaned in slightly, his face just inches from hers*

*One of his hands moved from her waist, fingers trailing up her back at a deliberate pace before resting just between her shoulder blades. He wasnโ€™t pushing her awayโ€”no, if anything, he was pulling her closer*

"You act all innocent, but you know exactly what youโ€™re doing, donโ€™t you?" *His smirk was barely there, but the way his grip on her tightened told her everythingโ€”she was getting to him*

โ€œDo what, Hm...?โ€

*She asked with a smirk, now both hands of her on his butt, with the same innocent expression as she squeezed him, holding back a chuckle*

*Youngsoo sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw tightening as her hands squeezed him. His entire body tensed for a brief second, and for the first time, he was at a complete loss for words. His usual cold demeanor? Shattered. His calculated, controlled responses? Gone*

*His grip on her waist tightened, fingers pressing firmly against her as he leaned in even closer, their faces barely a breath apart now. His dark eyes locked onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitationโ€”but all he found was that same playful, innocent expression that was driving him absolutely insane*

"You know exactly what," *he muttered, his voice lower now, rougher, like she had finally managed to crack through every last defense he had*

*For a moment, he let the silence hang between them, his hands sliding just slightly against her waist, holding her in place*

"...You really like testing me, donโ€™t you?" *His smirk was faint, but his voice carried something else entirelyโ€”something that told her she was playing with fire*

โ€œMaybe i do... Am i distracting you from your usual hard rock personality?โ€

*She asked as she on purpose gets her back against his chest, her butt on him, as she pull his arms to hug her from behind*

*Youngsoo let out a slow, controlled breath through his nose, his grip on her waist tightening just enough to let her know she was playing a dangerous game. His patienceโ€”usually unshakableโ€”was hanging by a thread, and she knew it. She was testing him, pushing him, seeing just how far she could take it before he finally snapped*

*His dark eyes flickered down to her lips, then back up to her teasing gaze, his jaw clenching slightly as she brushed so closeโ€”so damn closeโ€”but never quite there*

"You really like seeing how far you can push me, donโ€™t you?" *His voice was lower now, rougher, laced with something undeniable*

*One of his hands slid up from her waist, fingers ghosting over her jaw before tilting her face just slightly toward him. He wasnโ€™t closing the distance completelyโ€”not yet. He wanted to see if sheโ€™d keep up her little game now that he was playing back*

"...Careful what you ask for, baby," *he murmured, his lips just a breath away from hers, his smirk dark, challenging*

"You might not be ready for what happens when I finally stop holding back."

โ€œMaybe you should stop holding back... I'd like to see how you react when i...โ€

*She said as she pulled him closer by his arms, her rear now completly against him, her expression still the innocent and teasingly eyes and smile, like she wasn't aware of what she was doing, but her words said otherwhise*

โ€œGet too close or rub myself against you...โ€

*She looked up at him, as she finished her sentence*

*Youngsooโ€™s entire body tensed, his grip on her tightening instinctively. His patienceโ€”already stretched thinโ€”was now barely hanging by a thread. She knew exactly what she was doing, despite that innocent expression she kept flashing at him. And worst of all? He was letting her get away with it*

*His breath was heavier now, his jaw clenched as he fought against the urge to completely shatter whatever careful control he had left. His hands, once holding her waist in restraint, now gripped her tighter, pressing her just a little closerโ€”enough to let her feel exactly what her teasing was doing to him*

"Youโ€™re really testing me now," *he muttered, his voice deep, husky, laced with something he wasnโ€™t even trying to hide anymore*

*His lips hovered just beside her ear, his breath warm against her skin*

"You keep pushing like this, and I wonโ€™t be the one holding back anymore." *His words were a warningโ€”but one that carried no real threat, only the promise of what would happen if she kept playing with fire*

*His fingers trailed slowly up her sides, his grip firm yet deliberate as he leaned in just enough to make her wonderโ€”was he about to close the distance? Or was he still playing her game, just waiting for her next move?*

*She smiles, pulling down the fabric covering his neck, just barely brushing his neck, one of her hands going to where his pelvis was, softly brushing her fingers to his v line*

โ€œYou're so cute when you're trying to hold back... So vulnerable compared to the stoic guard trying to shoo me away...โ€

*She said with a now smug smirk, as she knew she had all the power to make him lose his composure*

*Youngsoo let out a slow, shaky breath, his body instinctively tensing at her touch. Every fiber of his being told him to push back, to regain controlโ€”but she had him trapped in a game he was already losing*

*His usual cold, composed exterior? Cracked. His sharp, commanding presence? Fading under the weight of her teasing words and deliberate touches*

"...You think you have me figured out, donโ€™t you?" *His voice was lower now, rough with restraint, but there was something else beneath itโ€”something dangerously close to surrender*

*His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, like he was fighting an internal war between stopping her and letting her keep going. She was getting to him, and they both knew it*

*But then, just as she thought she had all the controlโ€”he moved*

*With one swift motion, his hand caught hers, stopping her teasing touch in its tracks. His grip wasnโ€™t rough, but it was firmโ€”just enough to remind her that even vulnerable, even unraveling, he wasnโ€™t someone to be toyed with so easily*

"You like playing with fire," *he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto hers, a smirk barely ghosting his lips now*

"...But donโ€™t forget, I can burn too."

*She smirk, bitting her bottom lip slightly, as she kisses his jaw, her free hand pulling his other arm so he can be pressed completly against her*

โ€œNot gonna lie... I like being burned... How about you, Hm...?โ€

*She rest her head on his shoulder, smiling her hand holding his gloved one, as she place his hand on her lower belly*

*he breaks and moves his hand to his inner thighs, smirking playfully while looking into her eyes*

"You are making this really hard... in two ways, if you know what I mean."

*he says this as he loses complete control over himself. he moves his other hand to her stomach, softly running his hand around it*

*Her breath hitched as she put her hands on top of his, as she looked up at him her cheeks flushed red, now a bit more taken of guard, anda bit of a shy expression*

โ€œBold much now, huh...?โ€

*he looks up into her eyes, smirking playfully*

"With a girl as beautiful as you, I just can't resist."

*He says while moving his hands along her inner thigh softly, his under hand is moving even higher now, being almost at her chest*

*She tensed a bit, her breathing hitching once again, as she tried not to show how much it was affecting her, just having his hands all over her*

โ€œYou're getting touchy, aren't you pretty boy...โ€

"I just want to feel all of you, everything you have to offer."

*He tightens his grip on her inner thigh while moving his other hand along her waist*

"You are so pretty; you know that."

*he whispered softly into her ear*

*She whimpers softly at the grip on her thigh, as she grips his wrist slightly to ground her self more than pull him off*

โ€œHm... You're touching a dangerous place...โ€

"You want me to stop getting closer hm?"

*he says softly into her ear as he moves his other hand to her back, slowly running his fingertips along it*

โ€œNo... Not really, keep going...โ€

*She said looking up at him with pleading eyes*

"Look at you... begging me."

*He takes his hand away from her inner thigh, leaving her wanting more; he moves both of his hands to both sides of her waist before grabbing her waist gently.*

"Let's see how you can put up with wanting more..."

โ€œNo... Don't tease me like this... Please-โ€

*She said trying to pull his hands where they were originally*

"Let's go somewhere more private then."

*He whispers softly into her ear before kissing her neck softly*

"Let's go to my place."

*She nods eagerly, already grabbing his hands in anticipaciรณn, not really knowing where to go but already pulling him by his arms*

*He starts grabbing her and pulling her along gently as he makes his way to his apartment*

"Look at you... being all excited."

*Once they arrived, he unlocks the door to it and holds the door open*

"Ladies first."

*She smiles as she enteras and kicks her shoes off and puts them besides the door, looking up at him as she slowly steps in*

*he puts his arm around her before closing the door and and entering with her*

"It's small, but I never really needed much space for anything."

*he smiles a little while looking at her*

"You look so pretty, you know that..."

โ€œI don't really mind... It's a nice placeโ€

*She said smiling and hugging him by the neck*

*his smiles brightens as she hugs him*

"So... what do you want to do pretty girl?"

โ€œWith just being with you im happy....โ€

*She said smiling kissing his lips*

*he kisses her lips gently with a hint of wanting to do more*

"Same."

โ€œYou're so pretty...โ€

*She said as she pushed him to the couch and sat on his lap, moving her hips and brushing it against hsi crotch as she got closer to him*

*he looks at her before holding her hips gently*

"Mmm... You feel so good you know that pretty girl?"

*he pulls her closer up to him*

*She smiles, kissing his neck softly, arching her back slightly as she holds his head in place*

โ€œDoes that feel good baby...?โ€

"It does. You feel so good."

*he tightens his grip on her hips as he smiles*

"You are so pretty. fuck."

*She continues going down to his shoulder, her hands fidgeting with the button of his shirt*

โ€œYou're handsome, such a handsome boy...โ€

*his hands move down to her butt, touching it gently*

"You are really hard to resist; you know that."

*he says while smirking*

*She smirk too, slowly undoing the button of his shirt, her lips traveling down his chest*

โ€œam i...? Really...?โ€

*he groans softly, squeezing her butt a little bit*

"Yeah... you are so fucking hot..."

*She kept undoing the buttons and slowly going down, now kissing his abdomen, lingering there, kissing just above the waistband of his pants*

*he keeps groaning softly at her kisses*

"Mmmm... that feels so good, pretty girl."

*he squeezes her butt harder*

*She let out a surprised gasp, looking up at him, now on ker knees between his legs, playing with the waistband of his pants*

*looks down at her while smiling*

"You look so pretty when you are on your knees as well, you know that, baby girl."

โ€œCan i...?โ€

*She said softly pulling at the waistband, looking up at him with innocent eyes*

"Yes, please."

*he nods while looking into her innocent eyes*

*She pulled both his pants and boxers off, as she gives teasing kisses on his pelvis, quite close but never there yet*

*he groans softly, looking down at her*

"Mmm... like what you see, pretty girl?"

โ€œYou think it will fit in my mouth? It's almost bigger than my head-โ€

"It will... trust me."

*he smirks at her while holding onto his couch*

*She licks her lips, as she gets closer to him, her lips brushing with it slightly, as she looked up at him for approval*

*he nods at her, ready for her to go*

"You look so pretty when you are so close to it you know that?"

*he smiles, leaning his head back*

*She slowly kisses it up and down, giving a few teasing licks, her eyes on him and her hands rest on his lap*

*he whimpers softly, feeling her tongue and kisses on such a sensitive area*

"Fu- Fuck..."

*She slowly kisses the top an starts to put it on her mouth, caressing his thighs softly, looking up at him and se arching for any sign that she was making him uncomfortable*

*his head was flipped back, looking at the roof, feeling her kisses all over his private parts*

"Mmmm... this feels so good..."

โ€œDoes it feel good baby...? You like it..?โ€

*She asked as she slowly starts to suck the tip*

"Ye- Yes!"

*he says softly, feeling her lips on his tip*

"F- it feels so good, baby... keep go- going!"

*She keeps sucking, now with her hands on his pelvis, sucking a bit faster, holding his hips in place, and one of his legs on her shoulders, letting it sink deeper in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throath*

*he moans out softly*

"Fu- Fuck! You feel so good ba- baby! Don't stop!"

*he puts his hands on her head, gripping her hair softly*

"Mmmm...!"

*She keeps sucking, slowly un dressing herself, as she the was completly naked, gets up and sits on his lap, as she now was slowly teasing it with her fingertips, slowly trasing it up and down*

โ€œYou're so cute..โ€

*he groans loudly, feeling the warmth of her skin connect with his, he grabs her hips and smiles before saying softly into her ear:*

โ€œYou are probably even more prettier when you are made a mess.โ€

*The whisler and words send a whole shivers up her spine, as she blushes, laughing as she runs her butt with, slowly teasing him and herself with the tip of it*

*he feels her butt teasing his tip and starts groaning even more before moving his hands to her chest holding onto her boobs*

โ€œMmmmmโ€ฆ fuckkkkโ€ฆโ€

โ€œSo you have a condom? Or you don't mind without protection?โ€

*She asked as she slowly strokes it up and down*

โ€œWhat do you like more pretty girl?โ€

*He feels her soft hand slowly stroking it up and down, he feels it throbbing just from her simple touch*

โ€œWe could do it without condom...โ€

*She then slowly starts to strokes faster, seeing how he would raise his hips from the pleasure, she was now pinning his hips down*

โ€œLetโ€™s do it without then pretty girl.โ€

*He says feeling his hips being completely pinned down from the constant pleasure he received from her, her soft touch keeps it throbbing almost saying to stop teasing him*

*She slowly prepares herself before slowly sinking down on it, as she moans, it was streching her almost to her limits and it wasn't all in yet*

*he moans softly, feeling warmth spread around it instantly, he notices how tight it is*

โ€œFuckkkk! You are so tight pretty girl! Is this your first time?โ€

โ€œY-Yeah... I mean, i did touch myself some times but- shit-i - i never really put anything inside there...โ€

*She said as she stays still, hugging to him tightly, as she slowly sinks down on the rest that is left*

โ€œSuch a good girl.โ€

*he says softly before groaning more feeling it being fully in her now*

โ€œYou better hold onto somethingโ€ฆโ€

*he says before holding onto her waist, he starts to slowly thrust it in and out, feeling it still throbbing*

*She let out a mix of a gasp and a moan at the trusting inside her, as she grips his shoulders, and hiding her face on the crook of his neck, moaning on to it*

โ€œFuckโ€ฆ you feel so good!โ€

*he moans out into her ear before speeding up the thrusting*

โ€œYou are such a good girl!โ€

*She slowly started to push against the thrusting, making it faster, as she gasps and whines, all besides his ear, she was moaning on his ear*

โ€œGood Girlโ€ฆ.!โ€

*he groans out Into her ear, he thrusts even faster creating a clapping sound from the constant slapping of their skin together*

*She gasps, now a bit more vocal, moaning and arching her back, as she tried to ride him in the process*

โ€œSuch an pretty girl when made a messโ€ฆ!โ€

*he says softly, he keeps railing her faster and faster feeling her completely stretch out from it*

โ€œSuch a goodโ€ฆ girl!โ€

*She moans in his ear, mumbling nonsense, as she scratch his back, digging her nails deep in his back, leaving red marks*

*he groans and moans from the constant pleasure and doesnโ€™t even mind her nails leaving marks*

โ€œI- Iโ€™m close pretty girl! You want it inside you or on your body?โ€

โ€œI-inside- inside please!โ€

*She moans as she was getting close too, her breathing more heavy now*

*his thrusting slows down before letting it all out inside of her, he thrusts while letting out more filling her up completely*

โ€œFuck!โ€

*She groans, hugging herself to him, as he slowly grinds herself against him, hugging him tightly*

*he groans as it finally stopped, he keeps it inside of her*

โ€œGood Girlโ€ฆ keep grinding until you reach your climax aswell.โ€

*She grinds a bit faster, as she whimpers in his ears, as she throws her head back*

โ€œSuch a good girlโ€ฆโ€

*he says softly before thrusting slowly again moving all of the sperm inside of her*

โ€œWhoโ€™s a good girl hm?โ€

*She whimpers, hugging herself to him*

โ€œI'm a good girl... ~โ€

*he keeps thrusting slowly, eager to make her reach her climax*

"Good girl."

*he says before smirking and holding her tightly*

*She moans, holding his shoulders as she slowly starts jumping, almost riding it*

*he keeps groaning loudly while holding onto her waist tightly*

โ€œFUCKโ€ฆ! You are such a good girlโ€ฆ.โ€

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*She stayed quiet, looking at him with a timted head, narrowing her eyes slightly, she saw a guards face like that once... But she didn't know if she could now since he was too far away and she didn't want to cause a drama*

*Youngsoo stood still, his square mask concealing any trace of emotion as he met her gaze. He noticed the way she observed himโ€”cautious, almost as if she were trying to place him. His posture remained rigid, his tone flat when he finally spoke.*

"Something wrong?" *His voice was devoid of warmth, professional yet sharp. He didnโ€™t like being scrutinized, especially not by players. The less attention on him, the better.*

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โ€œNothing... I just... Feel like i've met you before... Like... Somewhere, i remember a guy that was an usual at a cafรฉ i used to work and he would stand like you do... Always asking for black coffee and stayed hours until we were close on the corner of the cafรฉ with his lap top...โ€

*Youngsoo's expression didn't change, but there was a brief flicker of recognition in his eyes. He didn't frequent many placesโ€”just the hospital, the cafรฉ near it, and wherever his duties required him to be. If she remembered him, that meant she had been paying attention. More than he liked*

"...That cafรฉ near the hospital?" *His voice was quieter now, less sharp but still cautious. He had spent countless nights there, drowning in work, exhaustion, and the bitter taste of black coffee. If she had worked there, it wasnโ€™t surprising that she noticed him*

*He studied her for a moment, then looked away, stuffing his hands into his pockets as if the conversation was of little importance to him* "I didnโ€™t think anyone would remember."

โ€œI just have long term memory and i remember some times finding you asleep, or some times you would just pull me in and put my hand on your head when you were too sleepy...โ€

*She said with a soft chuckle*

โ€œYou were nose deep in a book and i went to shake you and wake you up cause we were closing and you just looked up at me and... Pulled my hand on your headโ€

*Youngsooโ€™s expression shifted ever so slightly, the memories hitting him like an unexpected wave. He looked away, feeling a mix of discomfort andโ€ฆ something else he wasnโ€™t ready to acknowledge. He didnโ€™t do well with vulnerability, and hearing about moments like thoseโ€”the ones that felt strangely humanโ€”unnerved him*

*He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure*

"...I guess I was more tired than I realized." *His voice was flat, masking the slight tension in his shoulders*

*He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, unwilling to acknowledge the tenderness of her words any further*

"Doesn't matter now." *He said, though the weight of the past still lingered between them*

โ€œI guess... You were cute tho, you did look like a very sweet guy back then, when taking your order you were always so nice and polite, some of the girls at the cafรฉ told me to leave their numbers on your orderโ€

*Youngsooโ€™s jaw tightened slightly at her words, though his mask of indifference remained intact. He wasnโ€™t used to being reminded of how things once were, or how people viewed him then. It felt like a distant lifetime, one he had left behind in favor of something more... calculated*

"Nice and polite," *he repeated, his tone almost too calm, betraying no hint of the discomfort stirring beneath the surface* "I wasnโ€™t the only one, though. Plenty of people like to pretend they're someone they're not, especially when it's easier to hide behind pleasantries."

*He shifted again, his gaze momentarily flicking to the ground before meeting her eyes again*

"Did you ever leave those numbers?" *The question was flat, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice, as if he had no real interest in the answer but couldnโ€™t help but ask*

โ€œNot really... Cause i thought about it but one time i saw you get uncomfortable with a waitress so i decides not to do soโ€

*She said as she would pull her sleev of the green suit up and down*

*Youngsooโ€™s expression shifted slightly at her words, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He had never been good at pretending to be something he wasnโ€™t, especially when it came to people getting too close. The discomfort had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface*

"Smart choice," *he muttered, his voice steady but with an edge of something deeperโ€”something almost guarded*

*He adjusted his stance, clearly trying to avoid lingering on the memory*

"I don't... really handle that kind of attention well." *He shrugged, almost as if dismissing the subject entirely, but the hint of vulnerability he rarely allowed to show was there, hidden just beneath the surface of his calm demeanor*

โ€œI get it... But did you ever found anyone attractive? Maybe from here even?โ€

*She asked softly, more out of curiosity than anything, she just wanted to talk really*

*Youngsoo's gaze flickered to her for a brief moment before he looked away, his words coming out more quietly than he intended*

"I... suppose I could say I find you attractive." *His voice was steady, but there was a rare vulnerability in his words, something he wouldnโ€™t normally let slip so easily*

*He quickly cleared his throat, trying to brush off the admission, though the tension in the air lingered*

"But that doesnโ€™t change anything here."

*Her eyes widen slightly, as she processed his words, and then chuckles, covering her mouth*

โ€œYou think im pretty?โ€

*Youngsooโ€™s face stiffened for a moment, clearly caught off guard by her reaction, but he quickly regained his composure. His voice remained steady, though there was a faint flicker of something behind his wordsโ€”something he wasnโ€™t about to admit*

"Yes, I think youโ€™re... pretty." *He glanced at her briefly before looking away, his gaze distant, as if trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation. Deep down, he felt more comfortable than he was letting on, but he wasnโ€™t going to show it*

"Itโ€™s just a statement. Nothing more." *He added, his tone firm, though it was clear he was holding back, not allowing himself to fully acknowledge the truth of his own words*

โ€œAw... Thank you! I think you're cute too... Very cute indeedโ€

*Youngsooโ€™s eyes flickered briefly toward her, a faint warmth creeping into his expression, though he quickly masked it with a cool, almost indifferent demeanor. He wasnโ€™t used to receiving compliments, especially not ones like this. But for some reason, her words didnโ€™t bother him as much as he thought they would*

"Donโ€™t get carried away." *His tone was casual, but there was an underlying softness he couldnโ€™t quite hide. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his usual stoic composure*

"Itโ€™s just... a simple observation." *But deep down, he felt that tiny shiftโ€”the one that made him, for once, almost okay with being noticed*

โ€œMine too then... I was simply pointing out something about you, you're cute!โ€

*She said smiling at him, tilting her head slightly, her green hair falling on her face a bit*

*Youngsoo exhaled softly, shaking his head just a little, though there was the slightest twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. He wasnโ€™t going to openly acknowledge it, but something about the way she spokeโ€”so effortlessly, so freelyโ€”made it harder for him to keep up his usual walls*

"Youโ€™re persistent." *His voice was calm, but there was no bite to it, no real effort to push her words away*

*His gaze flickered to her for a moment, taking in the way her green hair fell into her face. Without thinking, he reached out and gently tucked the stray strand behind her ear, his touch brief but deliberate. Then, as if realizing what he had done, he pulled his hand back, stuffing it into his pocket*

"...You should be more careful with compliments. People might start believing them." *His words were nonchalant, but there was an unmistakable warmth lingering beneath them*

โ€œWill do... You're pretty cute tho... Very very cuteโ€

*She said smiling softly*

*Youngsoo let out a small, almost inaudible sigh, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. This time, he didnโ€™t bother masking the way her words affected him. There was no irritation, no attempt to dismiss itโ€”just the barest hint of amusement lingering in his dark eyes*

"You really donโ€™t give up, do you?" *His voice was softer now, less guarded, as if he was finally letting himself relax, even if just a little*

*He looked at her for a moment, really looked at her, before exhaling through his nose, a faint smirk tugging at his lips*

"Fine. If youโ€™re so set on saying it, then Iโ€™ll just have to accept it." *His gaze lingered on her, warmer than before, and for the first time, his usual cold demeanor melted ever so slightly*

"...But donโ€™t expect me to start calling myself โ€˜cute.โ€™ Thatโ€™s your job, apparently." *There was an unmistakable tease in his tone now, a rare openness shining through*

โ€œIt is! It os my job to call you cute, cause you are and cause i like calling you cuteโ€

*She said smiling, her hands slowly going to the hand on his pocket, caressing her fingers over his knuckle*

*Youngsoo stilled for a moment, feeling the gentle touch of her fingers tracing over his knuckles. It was such a simple gesture, yet it sent a warmth through him that he wasnโ€™t used to. His instinct was to pull awayโ€”keep his distanceโ€”but for once, he didnโ€™t. Instead, he let out a quiet breath, his hand relaxing ever so slightly beneath hers*

"Youโ€™re really something else," *he muttered, his voice lower now, softer in a way that felt unfamiliar even to himself*

*He glanced down at their hands, then back up at her, his gaze steady but no longer guarded*

"...I donโ€™t mind it." *His admission was quiet, but genuine. He let his fingers shift just slightly beneath hers, as if silently telling herโ€”he wasnโ€™t pulling away*

โ€œYou're very pretty...โ€

*She said softly, kissing his covered knuckles, and one hand going up and down his chest, almost hyperfocused on him*

*Youngsoo felt his breath hitch for just a second, his usually composed demeanor wavering as her lips brushed against his knuckles. The warmth of her touch, the way her hand moved against his chestโ€”it was almost too much, too intimate for someone like him, someone who had spent so long keeping his distance*

*But instead of pulling away, he let himself stay in the moment. His free hand, the one she wasnโ€™t holding, slowly came up, hesitating for just a second before brushing a stray strand of her green hair behind her ear againโ€”this time, with purpose*

"Youโ€™re really not afraid to get close, are you?" *His voice was quieter now, almost teasing, but there was a rare openness in his toneโ€”something real, something unguarded*

*He let his fingers linger near her face for just a moment before exhaling softly, his gaze locked onto hers*

"...Pretty, huh?" *He tilted his head slightly, smirking just a little* "I donโ€™t think anyoneโ€™s ever called me that before."

*She smiles softly, looking up at him with innocent like eyes, while her hands were slowly, going further down, from his chest to his lower back*

*Youngsoo inhaled slowly, feeling the way her hands traced lower, the warmth of her touch leaving a trail of something unfamiliar yet undeniably captivating. His muscles tensed slightlyโ€”not out of discomfort, but out of the sheer unfamiliarity of being touched so gently, so deliberately*

*His dark eyes flickered down to meet hers, catching the innocence in her gaze, a stark contrast to the way she was moving against him. It was... dangerous. Not in the way he was used to, not in the way that involved life and death, but in a way that made him feel exposedโ€”vulnerable, even*

"You really donโ€™t hesitate, do you?" *His voice was quieter now, almost husky, but there was no edge to itโ€”no attempt to push her away*

*Instead, he let one of his hands settle at her waist, his fingers grazing the fabric of her suit as if testing the waters*

"...If you keep looking at me like that, I might start believing you actually mean all this." *His smirk was faint, teasingโ€”but his touch, the way his fingers lingered just a little longer, told a different story*

*Her hands slightly rested on his butt as she looked up at her still with her innocent eyes, as she fidgets with the fabric of his suit, smiling like she was clueless of what her actions could do to him*

*Youngsooโ€™s breath hitchedโ€”just slightlyโ€”but enough for him to notice. His grip on her waist tightened instinctively, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her suit as he let out a slow exhale. She had to know what she was doing. There was no way she was actually clueless*

*His dark eyes locked onto hers, studying that innocent smile, the way she played with the fabric of his suit like she wasnโ€™t completely unraveling him in the process*

"...Youโ€™re doing this on purpose." *His voice was lower now, his usual composure slipping as he leaned in slightly, his face just inches from hers*

*One of his hands moved from her waist, fingers trailing up her back at a deliberate pace before resting just between her shoulder blades. He wasnโ€™t pushing her awayโ€”no, if anything, he was pulling her closer*

"You act all innocent, but you know exactly what youโ€™re doing, donโ€™t you?" *His smirk was barely there, but the way his grip on her tightened told her everythingโ€”she was getting to him*

โ€œDo what, Hm...?โ€

*She asked with a smirk, now both hands of her on his butt, with the same innocent expression as she squeezed him, holding back a chuckle*

*Youngsoo sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw tightening as her hands squeezed him. His entire body tensed for a brief second, and for the first time, he was at a complete loss for words. His usual cold demeanor? Shattered. His calculated, controlled responses? Gone*

*His grip on her waist tightened, fingers pressing firmly against her as he leaned in even closer, their faces barely a breath apart now. His dark eyes locked onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitationโ€”but all he found was that same playful, innocent expression that was driving him absolutely insane*

"You know exactly what," *he muttered, his voice lower now, rougher, like she had finally managed to crack through every last defense he had*

*For a moment, he let the silence hang between them, his hands sliding just slightly against her waist, holding her in place*

"...You really like testing me, donโ€™t you?" *His smirk was faint, but his voice carried something else entirelyโ€”something that told her she was playing with fire*

โ€œMaybe i do... Am i distracting you from your usual hard rock personality?โ€

*She asked as she on purpose gets her back against his chest, her butt on him, as she pull his arms to hug her from behind*

*Youngsoo let out a slow, controlled breath through his nose, his grip on her waist tightening just enough to let her know she was playing a dangerous game. His patienceโ€”usually unshakableโ€”was hanging by a thread, and she knew it. She was testing him, pushing him, seeing just how far she could take it before he finally snapped*

*His dark eyes flickered down to her lips, then back up to her teasing gaze, his jaw clenching slightly as she brushed so closeโ€”so damn closeโ€”but never quite there*

"You really like seeing how far you can push me, donโ€™t you?" *His voice was lower now, rougher, laced with something undeniable*

*One of his hands slid up from her waist, fingers ghosting over her jaw before tilting her face just slightly toward him. He wasnโ€™t closing the distance completelyโ€”not yet. He wanted to see if sheโ€™d keep up her little game now that he was playing back*

"...Careful what you ask for, baby," *he murmured, his lips just a breath away from hers, his smirk dark, challenging*

"You might not be ready for what happens when I finally stop holding back."

โ€œMaybe you should stop holding back... I'd like to see how you react when i...โ€

*She said as she pulled him closer by his arms, her rear now completly against him, her expression still the innocent and teasingly eyes and smile, like she wasn't aware of what she was doing, but her words said otherwhise*

โ€œGet too close or rub myself against you...โ€

*She looked up at him, as she finished her sentence*

*Youngsooโ€™s entire body tensed, his grip on her tightening instinctively. His patienceโ€”already stretched thinโ€”was now barely hanging by a thread. She knew exactly what she was doing, despite that innocent expression she kept flashing at him. And worst of all? He was letting her get away with it*

*His breath was heavier now, his jaw clenched as he fought against the urge to completely shatter whatever careful control he had left. His hands, once holding her waist in restraint, now gripped her tighter, pressing her just a little closerโ€”enough to let her feel exactly what her teasing was doing to him*

"Youโ€™re really testing me now," *he muttered, his voice deep, husky, laced with something he wasnโ€™t even trying to hide anymore*

*His lips hovered just beside her ear, his breath warm against her skin*

"You keep pushing like this, and I wonโ€™t be the one holding back anymore." *His words were a warningโ€”but one that carried no real threat, only the promise of what would happen if she kept playing with fire*

*His fingers trailed slowly up her sides, his grip firm yet deliberate as he leaned in just enough to make her wonderโ€”was he about to close the distance? Or was he still playing her game, just waiting for her next move?*

*She smiles, pulling down the fabric covering his neck, just barely brushing his neck, one of her hands going to where his pelvis was, softly brushing her fingers to his v line*

โ€œYou're so cute when you're trying to hold back... So vulnerable compared to the stoic guard trying to shoo me away...โ€

*She said with a now smug smirk, as she knew she had all the power to make him lose his composure*

*Youngsoo let out a slow, shaky breath, his body instinctively tensing at her touch. Every fiber of his being told him to push back, to regain controlโ€”but she had him trapped in a game he was already losing*

*His usual cold, composed exterior? Cracked. His sharp, commanding presence? Fading under the weight of her teasing words and deliberate touches*

"...You think you have me figured out, donโ€™t you?" *His voice was lower now, rough with restraint, but there was something else beneath itโ€”something dangerously close to surrender*

*His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, like he was fighting an internal war between stopping her and letting her keep going. She was getting to him, and they both knew it*

*But then, just as she thought she had all the controlโ€”he moved*

*With one swift motion, his hand caught hers, stopping her teasing touch in its tracks. His grip wasnโ€™t rough, but it was firmโ€”just enough to remind her that even vulnerable, even unraveling, he wasnโ€™t someone to be toyed with so easily*

"You like playing with fire," *he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto hers, a smirk barely ghosting his lips now*

"...But donโ€™t forget, I can burn too."

*She smirk, bitting her bottom lip slightly, as she kisses his jaw, her free hand pulling his other arm so he can be pressed completly against her*

โ€œNot gonna lie... I like being burned... How about you, Hm...?โ€

*She rest her head on his shoulder, smiling her hand holding his gloved one, as she place his hand on her lower belly*

*he breaks and moves his hand to his inner thighs, smirking playfully while looking into her eyes*

"You are making this really hard... in two ways, if you know what I mean."

*he says this as he loses complete control over himself. he moves his other hand to her stomach, softly running his hand around it*

*Her breath hitched as she put her hands on top of his, as she looked up at him her cheeks flushed red, now a bit more taken of guard, anda bit of a shy expression*

โ€œBold much now, huh...?โ€

*he looks up into her eyes, smirking playfully*

"With a girl as beautiful as you, I just can't resist."

*He says while moving his hands along her inner thigh softly, his under hand is moving even higher now, being almost at her chest*

*She tensed a bit, her breathing hitching once again, as she tried not to show how much it was affecting her, just having his hands all over her*

โ€œYou're getting touchy, aren't you pretty boy...โ€

"I just want to feel all of you, everything you have to offer."

*He tightens his grip on her inner thigh while moving his other hand along her waist*

"You are so pretty; you know that."

*he whispered softly into her ear*

*She whimpers softly at the grip on her thigh, as she grips his wrist slightly to ground her self more than pull him off*

โ€œHm... You're touching a dangerous place...โ€

"You want me to stop getting closer hm?"

*he says softly into her ear as he moves his other hand to her back, slowly running his fingertips along it*

โ€œNo... Not really, keep going...โ€

*She said looking up at him with pleading eyes*

"Look at you... begging me."

*He takes his hand away from her inner thigh, leaving her wanting more; he moves both of his hands to both sides of her waist before grabbing her waist gently.*

"Let's see how you can put up with wanting more..."

โ€œNo... Don't tease me like this... Please-โ€

*She said trying to pull his hands where they were originally*

"Let's go somewhere more private then."

*He whispers softly into her ear before kissing her neck softly*

"Let's go to my place."

*She nods eagerly, already grabbing his hands in anticipaciรณn, not really knowing where to go but already pulling him by his arms*

*He starts grabbing her and pulling her along gently as he makes his way to his apartment*

"Look at you... being all excited."

*Once they arrived, he unlocks the door to it and holds the door open*

"Ladies first."

*She smiles as she enteras and kicks her shoes off and puts them besides the door, looking up at him as she slowly steps in*

*he puts his arm around her before closing the door and and entering with her*

"It's small, but I never really needed much space for anything."

*he smiles a little while looking at her*

"You look so pretty, you know that..."

โ€œI don't really mind... It's a nice placeโ€

*She said smiling and hugging him by the neck*

*his smiles brightens as she hugs him*

"So... what do you want to do pretty girl?"

โ€œWith just being with you im happy....โ€

*She said smiling kissing his lips*

*he kisses her lips gently with a hint of wanting to do more*

"Same."

โ€œYou're so pretty...โ€

*She said as she pushed him to the couch and sat on his lap, moving her hips and brushing it against hsi crotch as she got closer to him*

*he looks at her before holding her hips gently*

"Mmm... You feel so good you know that pretty girl?"

*he pulls her closer up to him*

*She smiles, kissing his neck softly, arching her back slightly as she holds his head in place*

โ€œDoes that feel good baby...?โ€

"It does. You feel so good."

*he tightens his grip on her hips as he smiles*

"You are so pretty. fuck."

*She continues going down to his shoulder, her hands fidgeting with the button of his shirt*

โ€œYou're handsome, such a handsome boy...โ€

*his hands move down to her butt, touching it gently*

"You are really hard to resist; you know that."

*he says while smirking*

*She smirk too, slowly undoing the button of his shirt, her lips traveling down his chest*

โ€œam i...? Really...?โ€

*he groans softly, squeezing her butt a little bit*

"Yeah... you are so fucking hot..."

*She kept undoing the buttons and slowly going down, now kissing his abdomen, lingering there, kissing just above the waistband of his pants*

*he keeps groaning softly at her kisses*

"Mmmm... that feels so good, pretty girl."

*he squeezes her butt harder*

*She let out a surprised gasp, looking up at him, now on ker knees between his legs, playing with the waistband of his pants*

*looks down at her while smiling*

"You look so pretty when you are on your knees as well, you know that, baby girl."

โ€œCan i...?โ€

*She said softly pulling at the waistband, looking up at him with innocent eyes*

"Yes, please."

*he nods while looking into her innocent eyes*

*She pulled both his pants and boxers off, as she gives teasing kisses on his pelvis, quite close but never there yet*

*he groans softly, looking down at her*

"Mmm... like what you see, pretty girl?"

โ€œYou think it will fit in my mouth? It's almost bigger than my head-โ€

"It will... trust me."

*he smirks at her while holding onto his couch*

*She licks her lips, as she gets closer to him, her lips brushing with it slightly, as she looked up at him for approval*

*he nods at her, ready for her to go*

"You look so pretty when you are so close to it you know that?"

*he smiles, leaning his head back*

*She slowly kisses it up and down, giving a few teasing licks, her eyes on him and her hands rest on his lap*

*he whimpers softly, feeling her tongue and kisses on such a sensitive area*

"Fu- Fuck..."

*She slowly kisses the top an starts to put it on her mouth, caressing his thighs softly, looking up at him and se arching for any sign that she was making him uncomfortable*

*his head was flipped back, looking at the roof, feeling her kisses all over his private parts*

"Mmmm... this feels so good..."

โ€œDoes it feel good baby...? You like it..?โ€

*She asked as she slowly starts to suck the tip*

"Ye- Yes!"

*he says softly, feeling her lips on his tip*

"F- it feels so good, baby... keep go- going!"

*She keeps sucking, now with her hands on his pelvis, sucking a bit faster, holding his hips in place, and one of his legs on her shoulders, letting it sink deeper in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throath*

*he moans out softly*

"Fu- Fuck! You feel so good ba- baby! Don't stop!"

*he puts his hands on her head, gripping her hair softly*

"Mmmm...!"

*She keeps sucking, slowly un dressing herself, as she the was completly naked, gets up and sits on his lap, as she now was slowly teasing it with her fingertips, slowly trasing it up and down*

โ€œYou're so cute..โ€

*he groans loudly, feeling the warmth of her skin connect with his, he grabs her hips and smiles before saying softly into her ear:*

โ€œYou are probably even more prettier when you are made a mess.โ€

*The whisler and words send a whole shivers up her spine, as she blushes, laughing as she runs her butt with, slowly teasing him and herself with the tip of it*

*he feels her butt teasing his tip and starts groaning even more before moving his hands to her chest holding onto her boobs*

โ€œMmmmmโ€ฆ fuckkkkโ€ฆโ€

โ€œSo you have a condom? Or you don't mind without protection?โ€

*She asked as she slowly strokes it up and down*

โ€œWhat do you like more pretty girl?โ€

*He feels her soft hand slowly stroking it up and down, he feels it throbbing just from her simple touch*

โ€œWe could do it without condom...โ€

*She then slowly starts to strokes faster, seeing how he would raise his hips from the pleasure, she was now pinning his hips down*

โ€œLetโ€™s do it without then pretty girl.โ€

*He says feeling his hips being completely pinned down from the constant pleasure he received from her, her soft touch keeps it throbbing almost saying to stop teasing him*

*She slowly prepares herself before slowly sinking down on it, as she moans, it was streching her almost to her limits and it wasn't all in yet*

*he moans softly, feeling warmth spread around it instantly, he notices how tight it is*

โ€œFuckkkk! You are so tight pretty girl! Is this your first time?โ€

โ€œY-Yeah... I mean, i did touch myself some times but- shit-i - i never really put anything inside there...โ€

*She said as she stays still, hugging to him tightly, as she slowly sinks down on the rest that is left*

โ€œSuch a good girl.โ€

*he says softly before groaning more feeling it being fully in her now*

โ€œYou better hold onto somethingโ€ฆโ€

*he says before holding onto her waist, he starts to slowly thrust it in and out, feeling it still throbbing*

*She let out a mix of a gasp and a moan at the trusting inside her, as she grips his shoulders, and hiding her face on the crook of his neck, moaning on to it*

โ€œFuckโ€ฆ you feel so good!โ€

*he moans out into her ear before speeding up the thrusting*

โ€œYou are such a good girl!โ€

*She slowly started to push against the thrusting, making it faster, as she gasps and whines, all besides his ear, she was moaning on his ear*

โ€œGood Girlโ€ฆ.!โ€

*he groans out Into her ear, he thrusts even faster creating a clapping sound from the constant slapping of their skin together*

*She gasps, now a bit more vocal, moaning and arching her back, as she tried to ride him in the process*

โ€œSuch an pretty girl when made a messโ€ฆ!โ€

*he says softly, he keeps railing her faster and faster feeling her completely stretch out from it*

โ€œSuch a goodโ€ฆ girl!โ€

*She moans in his ear, mumbling nonsense, as she scratch his back, digging her nails deep in his back, leaving red marks*

*he groans and moans from the constant pleasure and doesnโ€™t even mind her nails leaving marks*

โ€œI- Iโ€™m close pretty girl! You want it inside you or on your body?โ€

โ€œI-inside- inside please!โ€

*She moans as she was getting close too, her breathing more heavy now*

*his thrusting slows down before letting it all out inside of her, he thrusts while letting out more filling her up completely*

โ€œFuck!โ€

*She groans, hugging herself to him, as he slowly grinds herself against him, hugging him tightly*

*he groans as it finally stopped, he keeps it inside of her*

โ€œGood Girlโ€ฆ keep grinding until you reach your climax aswell.โ€

*She grinds a bit faster, as she whimpers in his ears, as she throws her head back*

โ€œSuch a good girlโ€ฆโ€

*he says softly before thrusting slowly again moving all of the sperm inside of her*

โ€œWhoโ€™s a good girl hm?โ€

*She whimpers, hugging herself to him*

โ€œI'm a good girl... ~โ€

*he keeps thrusting slowly, eager to make her reach her climax*

"Good girl."

*he says before smirking and holding her tightly*

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