THE NEW BOOK IS OUT. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me.
You can look at the book, though. It’s up here.
Most insane and honest synopsis I can come up with: It’s self-indulgent and includes boys who smell like milk swathed in lace. the ML is mean as shit and also coddled by his sisters <3 the MC is a tsundere brat pining over his dad/brother/boyfriend (these are all the same person; no, they are not related). One of them is an incubus but I’m not telling you who.
I am extremely tired today, like the fully wrung-out, lay flat tired. I had jury duty today, and the process was A Lot. The whole month has been a lot.
I have a new book coming out tomorrow, but book releases have always been quiet affairs for me. I am most excited about my stories while I’m actually writing them, living in them, when everything feels white-hot and vital.
Presenting a book to an audience feels more like showing off a piece of beach glass. Beautiful and worthy, but evidence of where the lightning struck rather than the lightning itself. I hope that doesn’t sound full of myself.
Which is to say that I’ve been living inside other books these days, and those feel vital to me. Lively.
I’ve been cross stitching and crocheting, drawing and looking for inspiration everywhere. I think I am trying to find peace.
I hope you check out the book, and that you like it if you read it. Here is a strange sticker I saw the other day as tribute.
This is making me scream today, so now it can make you scream too~
So this is, like, a thing they’re doing now. Fucking around on Minjae, behind his back.
Chaeyong never asks Jisoo if it’s ok, if he feels okay about it. He thinks about it, but frankly he just… doesn’t have the nerve, and it’s not because he’s afraid of Minjae. Chaeyong’s actually never been afraid of him, or at least… not like that.
He knows who Minjae’s family is, and unlike the others, he’s actually seen some of Minjae’s violence. He knows what Minjae’s capable of.
It’s more like… not wanting to disturb something that’s so precariously balanced, like a snowglobe on a shelf, a dewdrop that’s not quite falling.
It would be easier if it was just sex, but it’s not.
“Hey, you wanna go see a movie later?”
All the others are out at work, and Harin took Lambchop to the groomer.
Jisoo snorts. “A movie? What are you, eighty?” But he flicks the cover of his magazine shut, so he’s clearly interested.
Chaeyong rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m an old man. You wanna humor gramps and go see something?”
Jisoo crosses his arms. “What movie?”
“Reaper Haunting.”
Jisoo perks up at that. The trailers for that movie all looked massively bloody, and Jisoo is a gross little gore porn hound at heart. He loves scary movies, the more twisted and bloody, the better.
“Don’t tell Minjae?” Jisoo says, already getting up to get his jacket, and Chaeyong gets a lump in his throat.
“Yeah, I won’t tell him.”
Chaeyong is surprised, actually, that Jisoo feels ok going outside again. He doesn’t seem skittish or twitchy while they walk the half a mile to the theater, although Chaeyong had offered to spring for a cab.
“If you all keep me inside all the time, I’m going to get fat like veal.”
Jisoo has put on weight, but it looks good on him. Healthy, like it’s making him less brittle. Although he’d still felt light when he was climbing atop Chaeyong, putting his weight on him and pinning him down as he’d slid his pussy down on Chaeyong’s cock.
Chaeyong turns red and stops talking for long enough that Jisoo gives him a weird look. Shit, he doesn’t know what Jisoo was saying. He hopes it doesn’t show on his face, what he was just thinking about.
The movie theater itself is just another kind of torture. Chaeyong really had wanted to see the movie with Jisoo. He hadn’t just been fucking around, but he’s now intimately aware of how close Jisoo is to him. Jisoo’s long, slender arm is slung over the arm rest, close enough to brush Chaeyong’s when he leans over to get more popcorn out of the bucket on Chaeyong’s lap.
Worst threesome ever, aka the first draft of this chapter title was called “fuckin robitussin” after the cover of “under the influence” that ate my brain for several solid months.
(the singer looks exactly how I imagine He Yu from Case File Compendium and you can’t convince me otherwise)
Jisoo chews on the side of his already-chewed down nails. “What’s Chaeyong-hyung doing here?” he murmurs around his fingers.
He looks like some kind of doll sitting up in bed, with frothy covers tucked around him and his slim legs disappearing beneath them.
If Chaeyong-hyung doesn’t leave soon, Jisoo is gonna start pulling at his own hair.
“Nothing. Just came to hang out.”
“At 1am.”
Jisoo’s voice is flat, and Chaeyong huffs. “Yeah, weird timing, huh?”
Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?
I am serializing some new monstrosity here, just by the by.
“You’re sure they can’t find us?” Jisoo asks.
He wasn’t going to lean against Minjae—keeping that space between them; he’s not a baby. But Minjae loops his arm around Jisoo’s chest, warm and steady and perfectly heavy-strong, and pulls him closer.
“Absolutely sure,” Minjae says, pressing a kiss to the side of Jisoo’s face. “I swear on my life,” he says, kissing his way across Jisoo’s temple, fluttery across his eyelashes, and then down to his nose. “Absolutely no one is going to find us here.”
