└ hyoseong & jongin

@♖ Kim Jongin [H] Without a thought, Hyoseong fell back in, lips melding against the perfect plush of Jongin's already certain she would never get tired of feeling them, of the warmth that followed the press of his lips upon hers, chasing the sensation when he broke away to speak. She didn't shy away from the pet name this time, leaning in to give the butler a grateful kiss sensing the sincerity in his words. She trusted him, body and heart. A soft moan slipped free when Jongin began to undress, hungry, adoring eyes watching every button expose more of that gorgeous bronze to her eyes. Hands moved on their own as a palm slipped from over his shoulder down towards the newly visible flesh in admiration: the heat coming off his skin, the clash in complexion... She had to swallow back saliva when her eyes fell upon the sculpted abs. Jongin was absolutely gorgeous. Hyo was afraid she'd soon be waking from this dream when she found herself staring into bottomless orbs, hazel mesmerized as they fell deeper and deeper into the glistening beauty until her name fell from those lips again sending her into a frenzy. "Jongin..." A shudder coursed through her body at his touch, breathy moans filling the silence in encouragement until the large palm wrapped around her , the young maid arching off the bed desperate for more of his touch as she writhed beneath him practically begging for more. Her s had always been quite sensitive, evident by the pool of slick fluids starting to glide down her thigh as she cradled Jongin close crashing their lips together despite the playful bites. "Nini... Touch me more... Your tongue.." The beauty whispered against those heated lips, wanting to give the elder permission to do as he pleased before her own desires for him overwhelmed her.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong He captured her lips once more, losing himself under the spell of her tasteful lips. "I understand, princess. Don't worry." He spoke of those words as if he is not in deep trouble himself. The urge raging like wildfire, turning his body to an unspeakable state. In such rush, he briefly let goes of her, pulling a little but not too far. One after the other, the buttoned-up shirt laid open and the next second, he was completely bare when he threw the shirt. A grin slowly crept across his face and shifted his body gently over her, gently lying her head against the comforts of the soft mattress. Pools of glimmering lights danced in his orbs. desperate for her, he uttered her name, "Hyoseong." Then, he goes down pressing himself onto her, nibbling and pulling those luscious lips while he goes and runs his hand over her body. Calloused palms from a long hard days of work, graze against her smooth skin but Jongin didn't care. He has been too far down to even think of backing down or be embarrassed now. "You're so beautiful." A moan escaped his lips, playing with her mounds.

@♖ Kim Jongin A trembling gasp flowed past her lips at Jongin's teasing exploration of her cavern, the sound muted by the collision of their lips melding against one another in a dance of lust and something more budding between them. She knew she could lose herself in the kiss, in the perfect softness of his lips that made her want to devour them whole, to drink in the statuesque male until there was nothing left of her raging desire. Two souls yearning for resolution, beginning to see the lantern glow illuminating their path beyond their expectations of one another, their purpose in this household. In the sanctity of this bedroom, Hyoseong was free to reveal the barest truth of herself and Jongin accepted it with open arms. The title caught her off guard, a faint memory she wished to replace resonating in her mind but just as quickly as it had come, Hyo allowed herself to let it slip away, peering up into those sincere eyes, the faint smile that rose to those perfect lips that appeared less like cockiness and almost like shy pride. Her breath grew heavy as she tried desperately to feel more of him, the evident bulge rutting beneath her tormenting while the tease of bare flesh stroking her core lingered. Just as she wished for him to explore her body, Hyo found herself wanting to taste every inch of him, to drag her tongue along the stiff muscle ripened through rigorous work, down until she was able to see face to face just how her earlier display had affected him - only to remind him that he could do so much more than watch of he wished. With Jongin's answer sealed with a kiss, Hyoseong swallowed back her fears and doubts, draping an arm along the gorgeous male's neck to tangle her fingers in the jet black locks. "Please, Nini... I don't know how much longer I can take it... My body feels like it's on fire." Her chest heaved with every word, nudging her nose against the butler's pleading for him to fulfill his promise.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong Warm flood of invigorating energy and a sense of anticipation when one met another in such intimate manner. His heart racing yet there is a sense of calmness when she assured him that there’s nothing to be apologetic for. It paused for moment to him, mistaken that the conversation ended there. With breathless longing, his hazel orbs showing pure adoration when she draws near, closing the distance between them by almost nothing. Nothing to be afraid of since his free hand finds its way to her lower back. “Hyoseong.” A whisper, almost drowning in the desire to move and touch as his senses seems sharper but his mind getting a little hazy. His rough palm grazing against her soft skin, guided by the woman he is beginning to see in a different light. Something more personal, a little bit more than a casual talk or touch. He completely forgot how much he doubt himself; his principle being thrown out of the window. For maybe this time, he’ll put what he wants first. “Really?” His jaw locked restraining himself from jumping into the action because savouring this is far important than a quick release. To remain unruffled, he bites down his lip, but was ready to surrender when she gave him a tour down her body. Slowly catching his breath but never missing a chance, pupils dilating peeking through his lashes in the dim light. But it drove him to the edge when his hand rubbed between her legs. It was heaven. He shot an look at her, grinning a little while studying her orbs. He inched himself, pressing his lips against hers. He did not wait and run his finger along her entrance. ” Say the word, princess. I promise you. I’ll treat you right.”

@♖ Kim Jongin {} No need to apologize at all!! Sometimes my replies can get pretty long when I'm excited so feel free to cut it down a bit when you need to. I wouldn't want you to get overwhelmed ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱


Warm. Jongin's touch was so warm it was easy to find comfort in it even through the embarrassment of her own confession. Yet a spark ignited as he spoke once more. The single admission left her breath still as she whispered softly, nuzzling into his Palm's caress. "Don't apologize, Nini... Please." With determination burning in the rich orbs, speckled flakes of mint swirling in the bright gold, Hyoseong tugged her arms through the butler's offered coat letting it completely engulf her petite frame and ignite her waning confidence. Quiet confessions meant nothing when she couldn't gather her thoughts, couldn't keep her words straight. 'Actions speak louder than words.' The idiom rang through her mind like a bell guiding her towards the elder. If the truth of her words couldn't reach him then perhaps her body would. "The reason... I was your name..." She whispered softly, an unmistakable sultry sway to her hips as she shifted to straddle Jongin's thighs with her own, settling atop the firm muscle of his lap as she faced the elder, gently grasping his hand. "Is because it's you I was thinking about...." Her fingers traced along his open palm, admiring the stark contrast of her pale, creamy flesh with the robust, golden glow of his bronzed skin before lifting his hand to settle atop the full mounds of her s with a shudder. "Imagining what it would feel like to have your hands all over my body...." Her eyes never left his as she made him continue the trek down over the curves of her , body going taut at the graze of calloused flesh against the stiff peaks of her s. The traversal flowed down towards the dip of her tapered waist, the swell of her wide hips, the rounds of her . "To feel you touching me...." A trail of fire scorched wherever Jongin's hands reached, flattened upon the plush of her inner thighs, a light gasp following as her words became airy, trapped between shallow, ragged breaths. "Exploring every inch of me from the outside in..." With his palm nestled upon the bare flesh between her thighs, Hyoseong knew there would be no denial of what had been on her mind before his arrival, who it was she'd been fantasizing about or why. She was drenched for him, the sweet, sticky fluids coating his palm as she lightly rocked against him, eyes fluttering between the captivating darkness of the butler's ebony eyes and the pillowy lips she so desperately wished to kiss but no matter how brazen she was in this moment, Hyoseong was still a woman, and one with reservations. If Jongin didn't want her as she wanted him, she would tuck in her tail and make due with wild fantasies until her body and heart forgot the gorgeous male. But if... Hyo didn't dare allow the thought to go any further after all she'd done, bracing herself for his rejection as she pulled her gaze from those tantalizing lips and back towards the deep hollows. "Jongin..."

@♖ Jun Hyoseong The more they go deeper into the conversation, the harder it is for Jongin to fight the temptation. His muscles tensing up especially the one growing between his legs. Unbearable as it may seem, he must endure it till there is a clear line between them. He remembered it all, the time when they met each other. It was a challenging time for her and he is glad that she finds him helpful. Yet, it wasn’t that he is fascinate with. It is the fact she is longing for his scent, something he cannot understand at all. He doesn’t have any special ability like her, but witnessing the very deed she has done is something unforgettable. Jongin swallowed his own embarrassment and scooted closer to her. His eyes peering into her soul and dare graze his fingers along her ear and behind it. “I see.” The man spoke, digging into his own conscience and desire. “Hyoseong, I may never understand it. But it’s completely alright.” A hand resting on the woman’s cheek as Jongin leaned closer, resting his forehead with hers. He clenched his jaw, contemplating. “Forgive me. I can’t unseen how ravishing you look awhile ago.” Eyes shut, he sighed. “Damn this hormones.”

[] I’m sorry about the length. T_T will try better later

@♖ Kim Jongin The beauty brushed her fingers along the newly bestowed fabric, startled by the scent she'd been battling all this time to engulf her so completely. It was absolute bliss being surrounded by him like this, to have the elder's aroma coursing over her body and into her lungs. Surely enough her body began to react as she lost herself: walls flexing internally, translucent fluids seeping between her thighs, the pale pink flesh of her s pebbling with every inhale of the heady aroma. "Hyoseong." Jongin's voice drew her back towards him, returning the smile with shy resignation glancing up towards her savior and jailer understanding where he was coming from. Unconventional was a kind way of defining her inappropriate actions, one that reminded her this wasn't a punishment or interrogation but one of understanding. When his skin brushed upon her own, a breathy gasp spilled from peach tinted lips, giving his hand a small squeeze to try and compose herself from the pained embarrassment flooding her. "You... You heard that..? Nini I..." He deserved honesty after all this and even if it left her shattered, she wouldn't deny Jongin the truth. "When they told me we'd be living together I was worried, downtown terrified but also... Excited. I'm sure you're more than aware of just how attractive you are, people probably fall all over themselves trying to get to you. But I also know how... Difficult it is to know when people are interested in you simply for beauty or what's truly inside. When I first started working here, I had absolutely no clue how to even begin. I was brought here at my mother's behest and I've never had to... Clean or cook or prepare anything on my own let alone for other people but you helped me. I'm sure it must have been infuriating for you but still, where everyone else just walked pass ready to let me tumble on my own, you stopped and gave me guidance. I see how diligently you work here day in and day out without even an ounce of gratitude from the royalty in this place... None of them realize that it's really people like you that make it easy for them to live their lavish lives without care. It... I admire all the work you do. It's beyond impress. And the longer I watched the more... Wondered what brought you here, what ambitions you may have, what kind of person you were under all the stern silence. But I've seen glimpses..." Swallowing thickly she tried once more, knowing they had to get to the root of the issue. "My father is a hybrid, a bunny breed. I didn't inherit his physical traits but I... My nose is... More sensitive than most and sometimes certain scents trigger... A reaction. It happens very rarely and usually I can handle it fairly well without issue but I... There's something about your scent that I can't get enough of... I hadn't seen you the past few nights and I started to worry that maybe you hated me or just didn't want to be around me and... I missed--" Hyoseong on the plush of her lip not wanting to embarrass herself further with the confession. "Your bed... Smells like you... So I... I couldn't help myself..."

@♖ Jun Hyoseong In that split second before she covered herself up every nerve in his body and brain electrified. Men fantasises of a lot of things and this situation is one of them. Not that he anticipated this to happen since they are from the opposite and share a room together. Hyoseong can be bold with her actions and the opposite of who he is. It didn’t bother him but admire that in a woman. She begun to apologize that’s taking away his inhibition with the sheets barely covering her body. His sight shifting to check her out. The curves, those slender legs, those s, and everything about her. Then it hit him. His brain reminded him of the scent Hyoseong always wear that draws him even closer to her. It sounded wrong in his mind, to ualize his roommate. There’s more to her than her gorgeous looks and y body. She’s sweet and thoughtful. Jongin sighed utterly defeated at making sense of the said encounter. The trail of his thoughts all jumbled up but all he wanted to know is the reason behind her actions.

He walked closer and wrapped the coat of his suit over Hyoseong’s back. “Hyoseong.” He uttered sitting on the edge of the bed and grinned slightly. “I’ll be honest with you. This is something rather...” He said throwing his head back thinking of a better way to convey his thoughts about it. “Rather unconventional for a roommate to do. But I’d be lying if I didn’t enjoy it a little. But can I ask you this?” Gently, he reached for her hand and said, “Why are you my name?”

@♖ Kim Jongin Given how courteous the butler was on a general basis, the suggestion didn't alarm her. It was the sincerity behind it that caused her heart to stammer. They hadn't been living together for long and despite being of the opposite , they were bound to encounter each other in risky predicaments but Hyoseong could have never anticipated this moment. Even so, the fact that Jongin was apologizing when she was the one straddled atop his bed still dripping between her thighs only made her feel guiltier about the thoughts she had towards the gorgeous male. "I appreciate your consideration but It's your room, too... " She whispered still squirming a bit uncomfortably while struggling to let her gaze rise enough to meet Jongin's. "You shouldn't have to go the extra mile, Nini... Especially when you haven't had much of a break at all and you look-" 'Devestatingly Ravishing' her mind provided but thankfully had more sense. "Completely exhausted. You haven't been getting much rest, have you?" When misty hazel finally settled upon the dark abyss peering back at her, Hyosung's breath stilled. He didn't seem upset which was certainly a relief though the sudden protest to her leaving truly has her eyes widening in surprise. He didn't... Hate her? Wasn't horrified or sickened by what she'd done? A flash of hope sparked in her chest, like a small bud beginning to blossom under the first rays of sunlight as the bright orbs no longer glistened from tears but, intrigue. A sharp inhale flowed from her lips once her eyes traveled further down to realize that it wasn't disgust Jongin was feeling while looking upon her, the rising arousal as evident as the soaked sheets upon his bed. Swallowing thickly, Hyoseong shook her head, the caramel locks falling delicious over her bare shoulders in the process, settling atop the rounds of her s. "No I.... I don't want you to leave, Nini. Even if you stepped out I... Don't think I'd be able to stop myself from doing it again." Not when Jongin was so close, not when the sound of her name from his lips had unraveled her so completely that she would give anything to hear him say it again. She could already feel the need forming once more, her relentless stamina both a gift and a curse from her hybrid father though a battle raged as she continued sitting pliant atop the elder's mattress. She genuinely liked Jongin, truly admired not his looks but his perseverance, his brutal honesty, the straightforwardness that others may find crude but was refreshing for someone who spent her whole life believing every lie forced upon her. She wanted to know more about it him but she couldn't deny how desperately she wanted him. Was it too late to salvage that? Would he still see her as she always was now that he had caught her like this? Had seen this side of her? Saw the way her eyes beckoned him to come closer? To join her. "I... I was hoping you would come home tonight.. though I don't think this is the greeting either of us had in mind."

@♖ Jun Hyoseong Jongin was quick to clutch his chest as he sweat nervously to the view that welcomed him. Hyoseong a head turner and a good dancer. Gorgeous hazel eyes, smooth white skin, and lips so luscious. Anyone would be happy to share a room with such beauty. He didn’t complain about the room arrangement because he is more comfortable to share it with someone he knows already. Hyoseong a nice, sweet woman completely in his bed. He shut his eyes completely stunned by the image of her well-endowed s and her hand between her slender legs. The sudden intrusion surely made her embarrassed. Jongin caught a glimpse of her scrabbling the sheets to cover her ness. But it was too late. “I uh...uh.. i—I didn’t mean to well...huh? it’s fi—ne.” He shut his eyes tightly ignoring the fact that his heart rate and breathing were getting faster. “I should’ve knocked.” He responded to her cry not wanting to make it awkward than it already was. Ears turning into steam vents, he is slowly losing the ability to follow a train of thought. His mind throwing him words of advice to keep it cool yet his body reacting differently. She looked great in any aspect even down south. There are so many questions running in his mind – one of them is her being in his bed. Is it nuts? What else should he be thinking? He cleared his throat and scratched his head. “NO!” He exclaimed because there is no need for her to leave or ask the owner for a new roommate. “I meant you don’t have to leave. It’s normal to do this....you know...and I uh don’t mind it.” He bit his bottom lip and cursing in his mind. Did he sound a ? Or did her really liked what he just saw? He kept rubbing his nape as blood smoothly flow down his groin, making him swell in tension. “Would you like me to go for a sec? Or...”

@♖ Kim Jongin The world was empty. The echoes of approaching footsteps, the light thunk of a shutting door, all the signs that should have warned her to turn back, escape before it was too late, were lost to her. Time was a mental construct that no longer held her bound. Only the vivid imagery in her mind of a toned body there beside her, desperate pants filling the space between them as he coaxed her to completion, a hair's breath away from satisfying the dangerous thoughts that had consumed her. And then she heard her name. The drag of each syllable across his tongue, the smooth tenor resonating as he called out for her was all it took to shove her over the edge. Hyoseong tried her best to muffle the loud cry but there was no hiding the sound of sweet release tumbling from her lips. What had started off as a light trickle now soaked her fingers, breaths ragged and uneven as she tried to compose herself with a shudder. Her fantasies had never been so real before... The sound of his voice was so vivid that she could have sworn he was there. That he... Was there... 'Please God no.... Just strike me down now.' She whined braving a glance over her shoulder at the audible click of there bedroom locking behind her. Her mind could truly never do him justice for there he was standing before her a vision of exhaustion - and something more that she was certain her lust driven mind had implanted for the intrigue in his eyes couldn't be anything but - that did nothing to deter from the gorgeous male's natural looks. His skin glistened with sweat causing a faint glow to illuminate the beautiful golden complexion he'd been blessed with, his normally tidy appearance now unkempt from his hair down to the hem of his vest as though he'd been in the process of undressing on the way here, though he was clearly not as speechless as she felt, somehow still able to keep himself somewhat composed through this disastrous moment. He was truly glorious. "Jongin?!" She scrambled up from the sheets, struggling to tug down her skirts to recover some decency and hide away the proof of her body's betrayal puddled atop the sheets. "Y-You... How... How long have you been standing there?" It was a struggle just to keep her voice from falling into a pleading whine. Lord knows how much he saw or heard -- if he had heard her cry out for him. Shame, embarrassment, and the lingering effects of arousal caused her skin to flush, color rising to every inch of exposed flesh as she frantically scrambled to cover her chest with an arm, shuffling uncomfortably in her own fluids. Swallowing thickly to fight back the shimmer of tears staining the bright orbs, the beauty tried once again to offer an explanation. "This... Th-This isn't what it looks like, Nini! I... I just..." Was there a plausible way out of this? What could she even say? That she'd lost her mind? Had grown so distraught over the man she'd craved and admired from a distance and their new arrangement that she'd drowned herself in fantasies and scents to be able to compose herself enough to face him on a daily basis? It was madness. "I-I'm so sorry I... It won't happen again, I promise. I... I can talk to the owner about finding you a new roommate and I... I'll get everything cleaned up..." Her voice grew softer with every word, defeat deflating her earlier bravado, unable to face the elder after being caught in such a provocative position, atop his bed of all places.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong A task he must finished. Jongin was running around like a headless chook attempting to complete the errands bestowed upon him. Unowned slaves and pets needing care and a bratty mistress had him occupied for days on end. From cleaning the fluid-stained beds, delivering meals, answering calls, organising entertainments to even dressing a spoiled master up, all of these he must perform with the upmost diligence and willingness. No buts. No complains. Something a butler like him must take into heart. However, he isn’t just someone who stumbled upon this great task. Jonging grew up in a family who served those in power and with vast wealth with loyalty. Despite of his desire to find a different path, this all he could afford to do and the only thing he was good at. A Beads of sweat visible across his forehead. His shirt unusually untucked and necktie loosely hanging around his neck. “Damn, I’m exhausted.” He grunted wiping the sweat off his face using his sleeves. Head throbbing as if being drilled, he tightly shut his eyes and rubbed his forehead. When was the last time he had a REM sleep? Or the last time he did something pleasurable or even treat himself for a cup of joe – maybe a cheap bottle of wine? All he knew at that moment is to be in the comforts of his bed within the serene atmosphere of the room he is sharing with another. Indeed, in times like this Jongin craved for a place of his own but one with no influence nor wealth could ever afford a suite or a small room for that matter. “I wonder if she’s there already.” He mumbled under his breath when her name, Hyoseong popped in his thoughts. The owner of the mansion decided to shuffle the maids and butlers alike, designating new roommates. His is Hyoseong. She wasn’t entirely a stranger to him. He did saw her around the mansion, and they had a conversation or two. His first impression was obvious, she is a head turner. A gorgeous lady in fact. There is something sweet yet wild in those hazel orbs. Her smile warm with a playful undertone. Maybe he was just being a man but he like talking to her. He made a turn at the intersection and seek to find his place of slumber amid this labyrinth of corridors. Jongin could feel his knees giving up on him. He must rest or lie flat somewhere, or he’ll pass out there and then. He turned towards his left and the second door Jongin stopped, grabbed his keys, and unlocked it without any thought of what might lies behind that door. He would normally knock first to give the other person time to be decent but at that time he was too out of it to even care. He twisted the metal door, and a click was heard. The door creaked and a woman’s voice greeted him. “Hyoseong?” Jongin called out peeking through the gap, slowing stepping in as his eyes adjusted with the lighting. His vision wandered Hyoseong’s side of the room. She wasn’t there. “Hey, Hyo---” And then it hit him. Across the room and on his bed, a glorious body so captivating he froze. A sudden rush of adrenaline shooting up to his brain lighting up all the possible dopamine in his system. Her legs apart and her hands touching forbidden places. Jongin clenched his jaw. It is rude to stare he knows but Hyoseong moans begun to register in his brain like a symphony. He shook his head and was quick to close the door and lock it. “I- uhh—Ehem.” He coughed a little louder then forced himself to face the wall. “I didn’t mean to...well...”

In the silence of the bedroom, Hyo stood beside the bed clutching her chest as though transfixed on the object. Jongin wasn't here, once again. Was he avoiding her? Did his work here at the mansion keep him out so late at night yet able to rise before the dawn? Or was he spending his nights somewhere else? No... The sheets were smoothed down to a pristine sharpness as though they hadn't been used at all, but she knew it had. She could faintly pick up the scent of him, her nose and body more sensitive than most from her hybrid parentage, knowing the husky, oak like undertones belonged to no one else but him. "Maybe... He's just upset that they rearranged our rooms.." Hyoseong had her own crisis at the news of her new boarding situation, caught between panicked anxiety and pure glee. It wasn't every day that you were blessed with the fortune of rooming with your crush. Could she even call him that? She'd admired Jongin since she'd first been forced to work in this mansion, had been grateful for the guidance he'd given her in her duties here and the diligence she'd caught glimpses of after learning that the man had started from the bottom and risen through the ranks to earn his position. This may have been nothing more than her mother's punishment for her but for Jongin, was this his livelihood? How could she not find it admirable? Though he came off stoic more often than not, she'd noticed a kindness in his smile, his laugh, the warmth of his eyes. The memory felt like a dream but Hyoseong knew it was real... As real as the aroma wafting from his bed. Without thinking she stepped closer, crawling atop the mattress with a shudder when the scent hit her full force. It was a severe invasion of privacy and Hyoseong knew she wouldn't be able to look the elder in the eye for at least a month for what she was about to do. She hated when this surge hit her, an unspeakable need that left her heady and wanting as she buried her nose into the pillow, hazel orbs falling shut. There was no blaming it all on her heritage, the beauty having always accepted the more animalistic traits bestowed upon her by her father but this... This was crossing a boundary that she wouldn't be able to come back from. Even still her fingers traversed down her ruffled skirt, searching between the plush of her thighs before settling on the noticeable wetness seeping through her . If she were quick, she'd be able to switch out the bedding before Jongin returned, before any evidence of her debauchery could be discovered. Hyoseong needed that reassurance, convinced herself that the handsome butler would never have to know about this one moment of weakness as her other hand came up to cup her s feeling how taut the fabric was being forced against her mounds. A gentle moan was gratefully muffled by the pillow when her fingers slipped beneath the material, parting the soaked lips as they slid into the warmth of the moist cavern, pumping slowly as she envisioned Jongin doing the work. Her free hand scrambled to the top of her ebony work dress, revealing the rich burgundy lace hidden beneath. She didn't waste a moment, drowning herself in his scent as her hands worked faster, unclasping the front hook of her bra freeing the hefty mounds in relief, gliding her palm up to dig into the softness of them. "Jongin..." She whimpered out imagining the bronzed god's hands gliding over her body, turning onto her knees to deepen the angle, the moans mirroring the squelch of her drenched fingers burying themselves down to the knuckle while her palm pinched and tugged against the hardening buds of her s, having always been particularly sensitive there. She was close. She'd never been on the brink of completion so briskly before but she could feel it in the tremble of her thighs, the wetness beginning to drip onto the bed, the weight in her chest... Something about the elder had her at a loss and Hyoseong wouldn't know peace until it was burned out of her.

@♙ Jeon Jungkook (h) Naur it's okay just seeing a familiar face is good. I'm sorry I haven't been around.. *smiles apologetically*

@♘ Min Yoongi Awww… I can get something for you if needed!
I also got sick recently, I get it.

@♙ Jeon Jungkook (h) Hey cutie.. I'm not well at the moment sorry *smiles a d ruffles tour hair gently*

@♘ Min Yoongi … /pokes head in, searching for Yoongi/

he looks at the man with a slowly growing smile.
okay.. okay i can do that. i promise.
but.. but maybe don't give me all the attention, others deserve it too.

seeing the tears, he reached out to gently wipe them away.
don't talk about yourself like that.. how about this, if you stop all those temper tantrums, I'll let you sit with me and I'll give you as much attention as I can. will that make you happier?

his eyes lift to peer at the other, filled with tears once again.
i have never had to search for attention in my entire life and now i am here and everyone else is the same as me and i am not important anymore. and i.. if i am not important then what am i? just a dumb bunny.

he frowned as well and let out a sigh.
we invited you to stay and you wanted to leave. I apologize if me asking you to be quiet came off the wrong way. I just wanted to make sure she'd get enough sleep.

he frowns faintly at your words with a small nod of his head.
i.. you are right. i just. i keep trying to talk and make friends and nobody.. nobody wants to.
so i came in and saw it happening again and i got..angry.

he listened to the other speak silently before he smiled a little and shook his head.
you're not useless. and you're not here just to please people. though.. how do you expect to find someone if you storm out the moment you realize people are talking to each other?

he blinks at the man and looks away in order to speak.
i dunno why they sent me here.. i don't have a master, whenever i come in everyone already has someone and i feel.. i feel useless.

he stepped in and gave the room a quick glance before returning his gaze to the other.
would you like to talk about it?

steps aside from the door.
you can come in...

well, you stormed out back there. I wanted to know if you were alright. do you mind if I come in?

for me-
he looks the other up and down quietly, trying to judge what his importance was to himself. he seemed like he was a person of authority simply based off the ease of his stance. sniffling to keep his nose from running, jeongin slightly bows his head down.
how can i help you?

his head tilted to the side slightly as the pet opened the door, shaking his head at the words.
I'm not. I wouldn't go searching for a butler when I can call one or get it myself. I was looking for you.
he rested his hands in his pockets watched the other with a calm expression

lifts his head after there was a clear knock on the door, red nose twitching as he tries to sniff out who was there. not recognizing the scent, he hastily wipes under his eyes and stumbles down the stairs to pull open the door, gaze landing on the man with an expression of dulled surprise.
.. if you're looking for my roommate, i dunno where he is..