Re: city hunter, yoonsung/nana #3 [2/2]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 13:32:48 UTC
lol this obvs was supposed to be in the challenge response thread XD and i hope no one saw that ;___; - it doesn't ease the wracking guilt that courses through her, that she's hurt him. yoonsung, the man she can't even stand - can't even stand to be without. her throat burns as her fingers tremble, wandering over the expanse of his back to other scars - older, tougher ones that make heart ache for the yoonsung before, the yoonsung that wasn't lucky enough to escape the terrible, lonely life he had.
"and these ones?" nana asks, almost afraid to hear the stories behind them.
yoonsung laughs, and it's soft and wry and a little sad.
"battle scars. training. landmines. father."
he says these things without any emotion, as if they didn't mean anything to him anymore. nana looks at him, looks at his angular jawline and his sharp cheekbones and his glittering eyes and wonders how on earth he still has so much heart and faith and soul when he's lost so much and gained so little.
yoonsung gasps when he feels nana's lips against the scars on his back, kissing and suckling and laving over the raised skin as if it would heal it. she reaches the one on his shoulder, her one, and yoonsung can't help but close his eyes when she breathes over it, cooing over the scar.
"i would never hurt you," she whispers fiercely against his skin, and he feels the conviction thrum into his nerves. "not on purpose - not if i knew. not even to kiss it better."
nana lets out a surprised squeak when yoonsung turns her over, pinning her between his legs. he kisses her deeply, hands cupping her face and roaming over her hips and clutching her legs. nana kisses him right back, pushing herself flush against his chest and threading her fingers through impossibly soft hair.
"i know," yoonsung mumbles harshly, desperately, against the skin under her earlobe. "i know."
Re: city hunter, yoonsung/nana #3 [2/2]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 15:43:32 UTC
this is great anon. i love city hunter and you got both nana and yoonsung down perfectly and used the prompt well. it's so nice to see kdramafic. there isn't enough of it.
-
it doesn't ease the wracking guilt that courses through her, that she's hurt him. yoonsung, the man she can't even stand - can't even stand to be without. her throat burns as her fingers tremble, wandering over the expanse of his back to other scars - older, tougher ones that make heart ache for the yoonsung before, the yoonsung that wasn't lucky enough to escape the terrible, lonely life he had.
"and these ones?" nana asks, almost afraid to hear the stories behind them.
yoonsung laughs, and it's soft and wry and a little sad.
"battle scars. training. landmines. father."
he says these things without any emotion, as if they didn't mean anything to him anymore. nana looks at him, looks at his angular jawline and his sharp cheekbones and his glittering eyes and wonders how on earth he still has so much heart and faith and soul when he's lost so much and gained so little.
yoonsung gasps when he feels nana's lips against the scars on his back, kissing and suckling and laving over the raised skin as if it would heal it. she reaches the one on his shoulder, her one, and yoonsung can't help but close his eyes when she breathes over it, cooing over the scar.
"i would never hurt you," she whispers fiercely against his skin, and he feels the conviction thrum into his nerves. "not on purpose - not if i knew. not even to kiss it better."
nana lets out a surprised squeak when yoonsung turns her over, pinning her between his legs. he kisses her deeply, hands cupping her face and roaming over her hips and clutching her legs. nana kisses him right back, pushing herself flush against his chest and threading her fingers through impossibly soft hair.
"i know," yoonsung mumbles harshly, desperately, against the skin under her earlobe. "i know."
and nana feels forgiven.
-
Reply
Reply
Reply
i love nana and she is perfect in this ;~~;
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment