Happy birthday, dear sunshine TEN! Our eternal beautiful smile, sweet lover, innocent baby, you’ve been blessing our eyes and hearts with your hardworking, spectacular performances and even during hard times your smile never faded! You are the best like always! The one who always helps the others before him, the one who always makes you smile, the one who always makes your heart flutter…once again, happy birthday precious baby!♥♥♥♥♥
the summer humidity sticks to them, makes their shirts damp, and their faces slick and shiny. levi kicks his feet out as they walk in an attempt to exercise the muscles he hasn’t used in almost three hours.
they had droned on like bees through the hottest time of the day, buzzing but not producing any honey. tall men in long coats, hands folded on expensive wood found outside of wall sina–a place that has been closed off for over a year since shinganshina fell.
a charade. a game. all of which erwin is an expert. he uses his drones. he makes the honey.
they praise levi, call him “humanity’s strongest”. mention his kill count as if it’s accurate at all–as if it matters at all. the titan’s kill count is higher. much higher.
“i recognized it first.” erwin says. it sounds protective, stern, all while being so incredibly matter-of-fact. levi can smell the pomade in his hair, sweet like sap but tangled in his intoxicating musk.
levi walks along side erwin’s right side, close enough that their arms are touching.
“your potential.” erwin answers the unasked question. “i’m glad they’re noticing it now too.” they exit the building into the courtyard, their carriage waiting to bring them back to headquarters. “makes my job easier."
levi isn’t sure why he’s saying all this. he knows it all, has had it implied through actions. lance corporal is a title never held by another. no other solider drinks the black tea that he does. erwin finds him special.
“i’m proud of you."
levi’s lips twitch into a frown. his cheeks flush against the heat of the outdoors, the sun radiating against his dark hair, cooking his scalp, reddening his neck and cheeks and nose. he sighs out softly, almost inaudibly. finds he can’t find the words to respond, so chooses not to all.
jungkook is at his desk working on lyrics when he hears his bedroom door open and close, followed by a soft click - locked.
he doesn’t turn around to see who it is, he already knows.
jungkook stops his movements completely, pen still attached to the paper, eyes fixated on a line he wrote, ‘always want you, always want you’.
he then feels multiple pieces of clothing hit the back of his chair and he can’t help but roll his eyes when he sees the harley quinn-styled underwear land on his desk. jungkook is about ready to make a snarky comment before he feels a hand on his neck. his skin heats up and jungkook automatically closes his eyes, leaning into the familiar touch. he tilts his head a bit for better access, earning a hum of approval from the man standing behind him. his breath hitches when he feels jimin inching closer, hot breath hitting his ear.
jimin’s voice is dark yet playful when he whispers, “baby, i’m home.”
part one of the by the nape of my neck/the pulse in your wrist series
otayuri week: day seven - soulmates
rated t - countdown soulmates - missed connections - angst w/ happy ending - read on ao3
Everyone has a counter that ticks down the hours until you first meet your Destined; your soul mate. Yuri Plisetsky has been actively ignoring his timer for the last eight years. That is, until it’s dwindled down to zero behind his back, and he has no idea how or when he met his Destined in the bustle of St Petersburg