#yunhwa hanahaki from NO1 yunhwa oomf for #asotd_day8

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All of this is to say that she was rather sheltered; twenty-four and still living at home, not a boyfriend or even a friend or anything more than a sad, chapped first kiss to her name. And with her father’s foot still on her neck, it was hard to not feel like a child. An embarrassingly overgrown child. She might as well have been one. Confined and chaste and virginal and emotional and angry and longing for what fullness everyone else around her seemed to have. She hated them all, for various reasons, and the fact of their richness of life only made her hate them more. Why should they have that, and not her? Why did life land her in this situation? She supposed working at the prison helped, in some way. Here were people at their absolute lowest, chances for something better squandered before they’d gained the right to vote; for some of them, before even hitting double digits. Make no mistakes, no matter how much administration wanted it to seem like it, there was nothing rehabilitating about that facility. It was cold, hard, and humiliating. Bleak built into a building. Once you were there, things were pretty awful for you, and it would take a lot, after your release, for them to not be. Otherwise and most likely, they simply would be forever. Those boys were of course sad to her, sympathetic like a dog that bit because it was never taught better, but they were also, selfishly, a bastion of hope. At least she wasn’t there. Yunho had not had the best childhood, but she made it through that, and now she was an adult, even if it didn’t always feel that way, with her own money and car and the freedom to be out of there, out of those shitty suburbs. As soon as timing was right, nobody there would ever see her again. That’s right. She had plans. They all aligned rather nicely with a recent addition to the prison staff.

Her position was entirely new: director of education, another ploy to make it seem like they were doing well by those boys there which would inevitably end up hammering home ideals of the warden’s strain of religion, Yunho bet. It was just as lustful for cruelty as her father’s. The lectures he gave at any prison event made that clear. But anyhow, this woman. An ivy league grad, they said, local to the next state over, standing tall aside a meek, bald man who was taken on to oversee psychiatry. God, she was beautiful. Yunho felt the apex of shame in her throat when she saw her for the first time, for her own, humble appearance in comparison. Humble was generous. Unkempt was more like it. Her hair had been tied back into this style for days, lipstick feeling clownish and greasy over her skin; the clothes were her mother’s, smelling strangely of faded perfume and her own sweat even after washing. The scent of death sure hated to fade. Despite their similar stature, the clothing never looked quite right on her. It gave a play-pretend effect. It was unseemly, the checkered grey and dull brown and faux-skin boots with the buckle broken—hers, at least, but cheap and creased with wear. In comparison to the woman’s composure, she was nothing. It was like seeing a grain of wheat next to a calla lily. A mouse and a hawk. Seonghwa. Seong-hwa. Even her name was beautiful, more pleasing on the tongue than any of the ugly and ordinary words that filled Yunho’s regular vocabulary. It made her feel as if she needed to talk differently, not someday but immediately, now, to prove her worth. To be interesting to Seonghwa seemed like the utmost achievement, how scientists may strive for a Nobel Prize. To be seen by her, even, would be a boon.

Somehow, she noticed Yunho right away. It could have been argued that there was no option, them being coworkers, not many others to deal with—and certainly nothing else interesting to see, between the two office hags and the old doctors; there was Yunho’s security boy, but surely Seonghwa wouldn’t give him the time of day. To a scrawny ex-con like him, pretty as he was, she was untouchable. But she did not just see Yunho and say hi and move on, politeness and pleasantries, the pillars of normative social interaction and upholding workplace harmony. She noticed Yunho. She saw her. It was in the staff locker rooms that they had their first real conversation, past the perfunctory exchange of identities. Seonghwa needed help with her locker and Yunho was delegated the duty, as the youngest—though this thrilled her—and so she went, hoping she didn’t look too tawdry, wishing she had known so she could have showered last night, at least. She hoped she didn’t stink. She hoped Seonghwa wasn’t looking too closely at her, as much as she wished, with every bit of her heart, that she would look and see something she liked. Seonghwa’s hands were obscured by brown leather gloves, and she held her purse handle with both, poised by her chest, pouting as she asked, “Would you be a doll and show me how to open this thing? I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with the technology.” There was nothing to do but agree. “The combination is…” She lifted the sleeve of her coat, peering at where numbers had been scribbled on her skin. “14-28-10.”

Yunho knew that already. All the combinations were the same. But she listened well and affixed her cold fingers to the dial of the lock to spin it around, going slowly to plausibly seem like she was demonstrating the process, but not speaking instructions aloud, in the hopes that Seonghwa might need her assistance again. Any reason to be closer to her was good enough. She smelled divine. Like vetiver and jasmine. Yunho was nervous, too, to speak. All those drab and dreadful words in her head would do nothing to impress someone like Seonghwa. This was something she had to handle carefully. “There you go,” Yunho squeaked as the door swung open. The gasp of delight Seonghwa emitted rang out like a reward. It would play on a loop later as Yunho lay in bed, cold and feverish, staring at the attic ceiling. As would this: “Oh, thank you. You’re a tremendous help.” Seonghwa was sliding off her jacket, revealing in full her forearms, a swanlike grace to how she moved. Her skin was pale, and Yunho figured that, in better lighting, she would not have to strain to get a view of blue veins beneath. Her hair—Monroe blonde—was beautiful, if not a bit frazzled from coloring. “Yunho, was it?” Staying mum, Yunho nodded. “What’s a girl like you doing in this kind of place, hm?” she asked, now situated comfortably, bare fingers free. No ring, Yunho noticed, then felt silly for worrying. Of course Seonghwa wouldn’t let anybody tie her down. She would be one of those progressive, independent types. Who knew what she had gotten up to in those years at college. The thought made Yunho feel sick and sticky between the legs at once; one never came without the other. “You seem too sweet to be giving this place your twenties. Me, on the other hand…”

I have to write these two more/for real but I do have some eileen yunhwas I’ll never publish… give it up for loser lesbian jyh #asotd_day8

#Asotd_day8 many may not know but I absolutely love some yunhwa… esp these:

Corpus Delicti by fishbowling archiveofourown.org/works/60051631

take you home by stbirth15 archiveofourown.org/works/42962421

so easy, even a 5 year old could do it by Miralana archiveofourown.org/works/435221...

#asotd #asotd_day8 ynhw day (ptbr)

archiveofourown.org/works/52559563

SH/YH #ASOTD #ASOTD_day8

i fear i have read vry little yunhwaaaa 💔 they Are in the bg of twin size mattress tho and i Do think abt them a lot. nerd 4 nerd. safe space. endless patience of yh & the careful but firm commitment of sh to having yh hold boundaries for himself, love is communication, etc

First taste - Moonshine_Milkshake - ATEEZ (Band) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

yunhwa for #asotd #asotd_day8 #asotd_yunhwa

archiveofourown.org/works/61294150

archiveofourown.org/works/60903205

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big tall lanky yun who just wants to feel little and delicate so hwa dresses him up in the prettiest lingerie and sparkliest jewelry and makes him kneel at his feet with his hands tied behind his back and pets his his little puppy ears like they’re real and calls him good boy

x.com

#asotd #asotd_day8 #asotd_yunwha

my fav threadfic
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#asotd #asotd_day8 #asotd_yunhwa

"Thinking?" The sun rises above the horizon, slow and steady and blinding as it bounces off the low hanging clouds of the Ether. Seonghwa shifts under Yunho's gentle gaze, close enough all he can see is midnight blue framed by long, dark lashes. "No, not exactly." Amongst its holy walls, a spot of darkness. The angel frowns. "No?" "No," He grins, fangs catching his bottom lip. "I spare such mundane things for when you are out of sight." Yunho's body perches onto his, eyes pressed shut and ears red as he struggles to translate his thoughts. It is not the hundredth time he's made him blush, short as this affair may be, yet it still reminds him of summer nights Below. "Stop… talking, stop talking." The angel stutters, rumbling low in his chest. His fisted hands stay glued to each of his sides, but the fluffed wings give it all away. "Sweet talker." "I don't remember teaching you that." He gets a shrug, eyes finally blinking down at him. "I listen. Below." Seonghwa hums. "Smart cookie." He purrs. When Yunho trills, Seonghwa tries to imitate him, making the angel giggle at his struggle. "

dm!au yvnhwa wip for #ASOTD_day8

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#asotd #asotd_day8 yunhwa - fics rec

archiveofourown.org/works/254348... - spider hwa

archiveofourown.org/works/232657... - dom hwa/ sub yun

archiveofourown.org/works/350170... - i'll say nothing about this besides it being my fav one

#asotd #asotd_day8 yunhwa - fic recs

archiveofourown.org/works/47689003 - pussy hwa

archiveofourown.org/works/59606293 - noncon gunplay

archiveofourown.org/works/58699942 - clothed sex

#ASOTD_day8 REC:

🕳️ THE THREE IMPACTS OF A CRASH IN CONSECUTIVE ORDER 💵

i'm not gonna say fucking anything there's nothing to be articulated about this one good luck

archiveofourown.org/works/35017096

#asotd #asotd_day8 YUNHWA DAY!!

soooo who likes lactation

archiveofourown.org/works/35171515

my simple offer for #asotd #asotd_day8