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@❀┊jiang dongwook ᵃ The words he speaks hang in the air, warm and tender, like the sunlight that spills over us. I can feel their weight pressing into my chest, their truth seeping into places I’ve tried to keep walled off. He makes everything so maddeningly easy—wanting him, needing him—and yet, it feels impossible all the same. My pride doesn’t let me take his softness without a fight. But now, here, with the quiet morning wrapping around us like a cocoon, even my stubbornness falters.

I lift my head slowly, reluctantly breaking the sanctuary of his embrace to meet his gaze. His eyes are a storm of emotions, raw and unhidden, and they pull me in like a tide. Damn him. Damn the way he looks at me like I’m some kind of miracle, like I’m fragile and precious and his all at once. It’s suffocating, overwhelming, and so achingly beautiful it nearly breaks me.

“You’re relentless,” I murmur, my voice rough with sleep and something deeper I can’t name. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt—his warmth, his scent, grounding me as I force myself to stay still. “You think saying things like that will make me melt? That it’ll make me forget who I am? You’re delusional.”

And yet, even as I say it, my voice softens. My hand, traitorous and tender, reaches up to rest against his cheek. My thumb brushes the faint stubble along his jaw, slow and reverent, like I’m mapping every part of him. The world feels too big, too loud, too cruel, but here, in this sliver of morning, it’s just him and me. Just us.

“I don’t need you to tell me to stay,” I say, my tone quiet now, threaded with something fragile and unguarded. “I’m still here, aren’t I? Against all odds, against every instinct I have telling me to run, I’m still here. With you.”

I tilt my head slightly, my lips brushing his in the faintest of kisses—soft, fleeting, a confession I can’t bring myself to speak aloud. When I pull back, his eyes are on me, steady and unwavering, and it makes me want to both fight and surrender all at once.

“Just for now,” I murmur, pressing my face back into the curve of his neck, my voice muffled against his skin. But I know that it’s a lie, even as the words tumble from my lips. My fingers tighten their grip on his shirt as I let the words settle between us, letting myself exist in this fragile peace he’s created. The world outside can wait. For now, for this fleeting eternity, it’s enough to let myself be held, to let myself be his.

@☼┊wen sunwoo ᵒ Sunwoo feels fragile in my arms, not in body—he’s always been stronger than he realizes—but in the quiet vulnerability he allows me to see in these fleeting morning hours. The weight of him against me, the warmth of his breath ghosting across my collarbone, feels sacred in a way I cannot fully articulate. My fingers trace a slow, reverent path down his spine, lingering at every curve and hollow like they’re writing silent vows into his skin. The golden morning light spills across us, soft and forgiving, catching in the strands of his hair and painting them with a faint glow. In this stillness, it feels as though the world has stopped turning, as though time itself has conspired to give us this fleeting eternity. My chest tightens with a sweetness that aches, my thumb brushing softly against the faint crease between his brows. He’s always wearing his armor, even when he sleeps—always ready for a fight, always bracing for something sharp. But here, right now, he’s just Sunwoo. And I am hopelessly, irrevocably his.

“Do you know how unbearable you are?”

I murmur, my voice soft, edged with something tender and raw.

“You take up space in me, Sunwoo—every corner, every shadow. There’s nothing of me left untouched by you.”

My forehead lowers to rest lightly against his, our breaths mingling in the thin space between us. I watch his lashes flutter, his lips part slightly as he breathes me in, and it feels like something fragile and infinite all at once.

“Stay like this,”

I whisper, my thumb brushing the curve of his cheek, lingering as though I could hold this moment still with my touch alone.

“Just for a little longer. Just until the world calls us back.”

The words hang in the air between us, heavy and sweet, and for now, in this fragile sliver of dawn, it feels like forever is something we can hold in our hands.

@☼┊wen jungkook ᵃ As Aeri was going to the next platform, she bumped into someone familiar. Jungkook. She gasped a bit and it was surprised for her to meet him again in person despite both of them not seeing eye to eye inside the school and also surprised that he recovered quickly from his coma.

“Jungkook?” She called the other’s name and a smile on her face before helping the other up gently despite both of them had a cast on their arm, “Never thought I’d see you too soon again.” She greeted fixing her red scarf, “I’ve been buying things for Christmas,” she responded at his question. “I assume you came here to buy a new bike?” She guessed.

@☘︎┊nie aeri ᵃ jungkook moved through the bustling streets of moonstone valley with a deliberate pace, his cast-clad hand tucked awkwardly in his jacket pocket. the chill in the air was biting, and the scent of pine and roasted chestnuts lingered in the festive atmosphere. he wasn’t in the mood to soak in the seasonal cheer, though; his mind was set on finding the perfect decorations for his new bike, his latest obsession.

the cast on his hand was a constant reminder of his recent recklessness, but this time he’d vowed to keep it on - at least until it was somewhat healed. a rare concession for someone as stubborn as him.

as he rounded a corner near the marketplace, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a collision. the force knocked him slightly off balance, and his good hand shot out instinctively to steady the other person. his fingers closed around a slender arm, pulling the person upright before either of them could tumble.

groaning, jungkook’s gaze settled on the familiar face of aeri, her wide eyes blinking up at him. her scent was instantly recognizable, mingling with the crisp winter air and the faint smell of cinnamon wafting from a nearby stall. ' what have you been doing here?' he asked, his tone hovering between curiosity and exasperation as his brows furrowed. his grip on her arm softened, and he took a small step back to give her space.

@☼┊wen jungkook ᵃ It was that time of the year, Aeri had been checking up with the doctor in the hospital and it might take a few days for her arm to fully heal completely and will remove the plaster on her arm but she can now go outside the school and the first thing she did is to buy things that her friends wanted for the christmas eve. She hummed and went to each store and buy respective gifts for them and she didn't bother looking at the price as she enough money to buy for it.

Then she walked in one store and buy another gift for her twin brother, he must have been busy these past few weeks, it would be nice to give him a gift for this season. After buying all the things she wanted, her stomach starts grumbling, she forgot to eat lunch this afternoon, she can't miss eating dinner tonight before she starts looking for some restaurant to eat.

@❀┊jiang dongwook ᵃ His kiss is my undoing. Every ounce of my defiance, every carefully constructed wall I’ve built around myself, crumbles the moment his lips touch mine. It’s maddening. Infuriating. And yet, as much as I want to pull away, to maintain some shred of the control I pride myself on, I can’t. My body betrays me, leaning into him, melting under the weight of his tenderness.

When he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, the air between us is thick with a quiet vulnerability I’m not sure I know how to handle. His words—soft and pleading—settle over me like a balm, and for a moment, I let myself indulge in the quiet they offer. But only for a moment.

“You’re insufferable,” I whisper, my voice rough with sleep and emotion. My fingers curl into the fabric of the sheets beneath us, needing something to hold onto as I try to steady the storm inside me. “Do you know that? The way you look at me, the way you say my name like that… It’s suffocating.”

My words are sharp, but they lack the bite I wish they had. Because the truth is, I don’t hate the way he makes me feel. I hate how much I don’t hate it.

I tilt my head back just enough to look at him, my gaze meeting his. The morning light casts golden hues across his face, illuminating every curve, every line, and it’s almost too much to bear. My breath hitches, and before I can think better of it, I lift a hand to his cheek, my touch hesitant but steady. My thumb brushes against his skin, tracing the faint shadow of his jawline.

“You talk too much for this hour.” I murmur lowly, my voice hoarse with sleep as a small, teasing smile pulls over my lips.

@☼┊wen sunwoo ᵒ The morning light spills gently across the room, casting golden patterns over the sheets, over Sunwoo’s bare shoulders, and across the faint flush coloring his cheekbones. His face is pressed close to the hollow of my neck, his breath warm and steady against my skin, and yet his words linger in the space between us—soft, sharp-edged, and undeniably his. My hand, still tracing slow, deliberate patterns down his spine, pauses briefly before continuing its path, my fingertips savoring every ridge and dip of his back. There’s something fragile about this moment, something sacred in the way he lets himself rest here, unguarded and still.

“Dangerous,”

he called me. And perhaps I am—but not in the way he thinks. The danger isn’t in my control, in the authority I carry in every word and movement. No, the true peril lies in how effortlessly he disarms me. Every breath he takes, every sleepy flicker of his eyes as he looks up at me, pulls me under in a way I cannot fight nor resist. My fingers slide into his hair, cradling the nape of his neck, tilting his face up to meet mine. His lashes flutter slightly, and when our eyes meet—amber and onyx locked together—it feels as though the air between us stills. My thumb brushes lightly across his bottom lip, and I lean down, closing the distance between us with a kiss that is tender, deliberate, and unhurried.

It’s not a kiss meant to ignite or conquer, but one that speaks of devotion—of a truth I can’t bring myself to say aloud but hope he feels in every soft press of my lips against his.

My hand remains steady in his hair as I deepen the kiss, drawing him closer, as though I might pull him into me completely. When I pull back just enough to breathe, our foreheads remain pressed together, the warmth of him anchoring me in place. My voice, when it comes, is low and soft, a murmur spoken against his lips.

“Stay here, Sunwoo. Just for now. Let the world wait a little longer.”

@❀┊jiang dongwook ᵃ The warmth of his voice wraps around me like a second blanket, seeping into my skin and settling in the hidden corners of my heart where his words always seem to leave their mark. I stir faintly, reluctant to fully break the sacred stillness of this moment but unable to ignore the magnetic pull of his presence, his voice, his touch.

His hand on my back sends shivers cascading down my spine, each deliberate of his fingertips igniting sparks that contradict the calm of the morning. My lips twitch into the barest semblance of a smirk, though my eyes remain closed, the stubborn part of me unwilling to give up this rare surrender too easily.

“You’re talking too much,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with sleep yet threaded with something fiery, as it always is when it comes to him. My breath catches as his thumb presses those infuriatingly gentle circles against the small of my back, his tenderness dismantling my defenses in a way that infuriates and soothes me all at once.

I shift slightly, angling my face upward, my lashes fluttering open just enough for me to catch the way his eyes drink me in like I’m some sort of miracle. I hate how easily he makes me feel like one.

“You know,” I start, my voice still raspy, “I’m not some fragile thing you need to worship like this. I’m capable of sharp edges too. Don’t let this—” I gesture vaguely between us, though my hand barely lifts from where it rests on his chest, “—fool you into thinking otherwise.”

His lips curve into a soft smile that makes my heart clench in rebellion. I hate that smile. I love that smile.

“But,” I add, my voice softening despite myself, “you… You have this infuriating way of making me want to stay right here...” my words trail off as a hint of a blush burns my cheeks.

My fingers slide up to rest over his heart, the steady thrum beneath my palm grounding me in a way that nothing else ever has. I pause, closing my eyes again as I wrestle with the storm of emotions he always stirs in me.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” I murmur, pressing my face back into the crook of his neck. His scent surrounds me, woodsy and warm, laced with that underlying note that is uniquely him and I instantly feel myself relaxing, listening to the steady notes of his heart.

@☼┊wen sunwoo ᵒ The morning light spills like liquid gold across the silk sheets, bathing the room in a gentle warmth that feels almost sacred. The faint hum of the world outside barely touches the stillness here, in this sanctuary where time seems to hold its breath. Sunwoo lies draped across me, his body warm and pliant, his face nestled into the crook of my neck. His lashes rest delicately against his flushed cheeks, and his breath, soft and even, fans over my collarbone in a rhythm so steady it feels like a lullaby. My arm remains securely wrapped around his waist, keeping him anchored against me, while my free hand begins a slow, reverent journey down the length of his spine.

My fingertips trace each delicate ridge, every slight curve, as though committing him to memory for the thousandth time. His skin is impossibly soft beneath my touch, smooth and warm, carrying the faint scent of lavender and something uniquely him. I let my hand linger at the small of his back, my thumb brushing gentle circles there, as if to reassure myself that this moment is real—that he is here, wrapped in my arms, vulnerable and trusting in a way he allows no one else to see.

“You undo me, Sunwoo,”

I murmur softly, my voice scarcely more than a breath against his ear. My lips graze lightly along his temple, a touch so feather-soft it might as well have been imagined.

“Every sharp edge of yours finds a way to soften me, to render me defenseless. And yet… I would not have it any other way.”

My fingers begin their slow journey upward again, following the graceful line of his spine, pausing briefly between his shoulder blades to press gently against the faint rise of bone.

“Do you know how you look right now? So still, so at peace… You are devastatingly beautiful in your quiet moments, Sunwoo. And you have no idea how fiercely I cherish them.”

I tilt my head slightly, pressing another lingering kiss to the crown of his head, letting the warmth of his presence seep into every corner of me.

“Stay here,”

I whisper, my voice trembling slightly with a tenderness I cannot mask.

“Stay like this, with me, where the world cannot touch us—where nothing exists except this quiet, golden morning and the way you fit so perfectly against me.”

The sunlight continues to dance across his bare skin, tracing every curve and shadow as though it, too, cannot help but worship him. And for now—for this fleeting, fragile moment—it is enough. Enough to simply hold him, enough to let my fingers trace love letters down his spine, enough to lose myself in the rise and fall of his breath as the rest of the world fades away.

@☘︎┊nie aeri ᵃ nie sooyoung tends to visit the moonstone valley on occasion. sometimes it's to grab a drink with her mate and other times, such as tonight, would be because she's bored after running some late night errands. not something she necessarily looked forward to, but having pack matters when being the reliable one, this is what takes place. late at night she would running back and forth, from the academy towards the unclean realm and back. back and forth she goes. it was nothing surprising but it was rather tiring and draining and as she passes by the moonstone valley on a regular basis, the counselor cannot help but feel like it was destiny.

just like tonight- as the moon wanes in the night sky, shining bright and looking down so prettily at the other wolves rummaging around, her golden core shimmer in delight. tonight was a good night. her family were pleased with her duties and so was their leader. sooyoung couldn't dare complain, but that isn't why she's craving for a sip. so stopping off, she walks into the area, glancing around and that's when her head does a double take. her eyes squinting at the fluff of pink strands flowing like a waterfall over the young girl's shoulders. "ah yes, aeri...."

shaking her head as if expecting her, after all aeri and sooyoung are pretty close. she also joins the young girl in her drinking sessions time and time again - this wouldn't be the first accidental meet between the two, but the young woman wanted to still make sure she's okay before ordering some soju for them - she seems a little drunk as it is. being on the lighter side of things. clearly.

"aeri, love?" calling out softly, sooyoung gives a little tap to the girl's shoulder as she leans down a bit to get close. her dark chocolate scent must be filling the area and a little bit of worry comes to play, as she hopes and prays the young nie isn't as drunk as she looks.

[] apologies for being so late, i'm gonna try to do my best to be faster from now on ;;

@☘︎┊nie sooyoung ᵃ After the class and the cheerleading practices, Aeri still feeling heavy after she starts thinking of her responsibilities when she became the next leader of Qinghe Nie. She needs a booze, and she knows where she will be. The Moonstone Valley, the village that doesn't conquered by the four main packs as it was diverse in packs, halfbloods and purebloods.

She went to the beerhouse where she usually drink and she ordered the usual bottle of beer, when did she learn to drink? No one taught her how to drink properly, she just... drink. Right now, she is already in her fourth bottle but she isn't tipsy yet but her head feels lightweight already. She was in a vacant table alone and sunk her head against the table while her hand is still holding in the half finished bottle of beer.

@☘︎┊nie jongin ᵒ "Dorkiet? Really? Pft. You're so silly." Shaking her head at the antics from the male, a little smile plays on her brims as she peeked on over at jongin while settling down opposite of him, bringing her bag to the side, she leans forth to take in the different options as a grin plays on her brims.

"Your choice, time to see how impressive you've gotten over time— do you wanna do the regular tequila shots? Or do you wanna go wild and get some shots?" Her brows rise as she wiggle them, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she taunts the omega before leaning back and challenging him with a cheeky grin. "What do you say pup? Up for a little bit of adventures?"

@☘︎┊nie sooyoung ᵃ Looking over the menu, Jongin's vision suddenly turned dark with the lightly touch around his eyes. Only to be one person and the voice matched perfectly. Although, he could smell Sooyoung a mile away. Her scent was distict since childhood. Certainly can pick out in a large crowd if need be. A soft chuckle leaves him as the female finally joinned him at the table. "That would be you, dorkiet."

Jongin slid the QR code over to Sooyoung to scan the menu on her phone. After he went back to his screen to try and figure out what he wanted. "Should we do some shots together?"

@☘︎┊nie jongin ᵒ [Her fit: https://pin.it/1WGEWFJzN]

Usually at the academy, due to the nature of who they are, what they are, they don't necessarily care as much once staff are precisely decent. Sooyoung always chooses to wear dresses or skirts and wear her white doctor coat over whatever she has on for that day. With the day being Friday of all days — sooyoung knew that she and jongin may have want to explore their shenanigans once again. Here they are doing just that as she walked as quickly over to the moonstone village point where the omega would be waiting for her. Her eyes wandering around as she glanced at the phone message with a roll of her eyes at that. "Loser my —" grumbling lowly, she walked on over, approaching the male from behind and perhaps her dark chocolate and old spice may have been a dead give away but she couldn't help but slap a hand around his eyes and whisper in his ear.

"Who the heck you calling loser, dork?"

@☘︎┊nie sooyoung ᵃ After classes had finished, Jongin had made his way out of the Academy towards Moonstone and found a good spot to meet up with Sooyoung. Honestly making a plan for happy hour was the best choice and certainly had made his day. The students of his last class were rambunctious. Alcohol is going to take so much better today. Jongin was seated off to the side in a small booth buildt for four bodies. Starting off with water, Jongin took out his phone to message Sooyoung wondering where she was.

《To Killjoy》
-- You on the way here, loser?
-- I'm seated already.